#i meant to say lycan pup

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Continuing with my Were!Daryl rambles!

I'm feeling an angsty fic coming up. What if he never told you what he was before you started sleeping together and you find out in the possibly most terrifying way possible, without him there to explain it all to you..

Add that to the stress of losing Glenn and Abe, and the saviors take Daryl away..

[iwritefiction]

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Chapter 1

**Gracie POV**

"You look amazing Gracie!" My best friend Petra squealed, clasping her hands to her chest excitedly. "Remind me you have that dress next time I ask to borrow something."

I assessed my reflection in the mirror as Petra settled back onto the velvet sage-colored duvet on my large four-poster bed. She was right. The deep blue form-fitting satin dress fell about mid-thigh with slit that trailed up to just below my hip bone. The bodice clung to my waist and had a sweetheart neckline. Strappy black 4-inch heels adorned my feet. I chose to pair the look with a thick satin ribbon choker with a large tear drop black diamond and matching earrings. My long hair was left down to fall at my waist. The omega stylist teased and braided my hair for what seemed like hours, the results being a Northern look with white anemones, blue daisies, and baby's breath weaved into fishtail braids of various sizes throughout. Two evenly sized braids just above my ears were tied back with black satin ribbon. I wore little make up, showing off my clear skin and freckles. A quick brush of brown mascara helps my dark green eyes stand out, and some tinted gloss to plump my lips.

I look over at Petra who looked spectacular. True to her goth fashion, she had decided on a black oversized t-shirt dress that flowed to a stop just above her knee. Her long legs were sheathed in fishnet hose and clunky leather boots with small metal spikes swallowed her dainty feet. Her long black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her bangs tickling her brows. Unlike me Petra had gone all out with her make up. Eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow rimmed her eyes, foundation a couple shades lighter than her already light skin tone smudged across her face, and some matte black lip stick.

"You look pretty sexy yourself," I say with a wink. "Are you ready to head out?" We were headed to a small bar in the city that I had asked my father to rent out for the night. This ensured that the facility would be ran and guarded by pack approved guests. Renting out a venue for a private event was especially helpful since it meant that underage pups 16 and up could attend and legally drink outside of pack borders.

Other than my father, stepmother, and Petra I really didn't have any close friends. Being the Alpha's daughter meant that my 21st birthday was THE event for our pack. To appease the public, I decided on the bar idea. People would come and go as they pleased, and it wasn't restricted to just the pack. Other packs could attend as well as vampires, witches, warlocks, and other "Mythics" the humans called us.

My father somehow lined up my favorite artist to play a short surprise set in the evening and arranged for an open bar. Despite the rental time beginning at four in the afternoon, Petra and I planned to my appearance around 9. Not that anyone would notice if I no showed. That's what the open bar was for.

All day we hung around the house watching our favorite rom-coms and getting ready for the party while gloom lingered thick in the air. Neither of us dared say anything, but what if after today things were different?

Turning 21 was a big turning point for a werewolf. It marked the beginning of official adulthood as we shifted into our wolf form for the first time. Our wolves are more of a feeling or mood until our first shift. When we shift and our fur color is revealed, we receive our rank. Black or white fur indicates an Alpha, dark grey or golden brown identifies Betas and Gammas, and omegas look like your average wolf. Alphas, Betas, and Gammas tend to be larger than omegas as well.

I'm older than Petra by four months. This means that not only will I be shifting first, but I will also be finding my mate this year, while Petra will have to wait until next year's Mate's Solstice since you have to be 21 at the time of the solstice to feel the mate pull, and that's only if your mate is in attendance as well. I sighed inwardly. I guess it really doesn't matter now that I'm to be mated to the King regardless.

Petra and I had done everything together since the first day we had met in kindergarten. From first sleep-over to first dance. In fifth grade we made a vow to save ourselves for our mates. Neither of us had even been kissed. I'd decided not to tell her. Keeping the secret from her manifested guilt that only grew as time passed. It was getting harder everyday as the future I'd try to ignore became my present all to quickly.

We walked through the Alpha's mansion, my home, and climbed into the limo that waited for us at the bottom of the stone entry steps. The driver helped us both in before walking around climbing into the driver's seat. As we travelled through the pack grounds, we made small talk guessing who we would see there and who we hoped we wouldn't. Once we crossed the border and started coasting down the highway the driver informed us that we would be arriving in about 15 minutes. I watched through the window as rural landscapes slowly faded from livestock and greenery to gradually taller and taller buildings and more and more lights.

A few minutes later the limo pulled up to the front of a small brick building that had been painted grey. The bouncer removed the velvet barrier to let us in.

"Happy Birthday Ms. Thewton." He said, dipping his head in greeting as we entered.

"Shh! Let's not make a big deal of things. Let's just all have a good night." I said waving my hand as if to brush his words away.

"Sorry miss!" I heard him call softly after me.

Petra elbowed us a path through the crowd and ordered us both shots. We were a few shots in when we decided to go to the small dance floor. We danced for several upbeat songs, and we even joined in a few line dances. Between songs we would refill our drinks and take more shots. Suddenly the room erupted in applause, and I registered the chords to my favorite song. I guess it was time for the surprise set. The tempo for this song is much slower than the songs we had been dancing to.

Couples around me moved closer together and began swaying in little circles around the dance floor. As I was turning to leave my ankle rolled and I lost my balance. Before I could hit the floor a strong arm wrapped around my waist and another hand grasped my hand. I was pulled up against a strong, sculpted chest. The smell of sandalwood and rain assaulted my nose and I gulped softly as my gaze wandered up a black button down before connecting with a pair of soft golden-brown eyes. The eyes widened in wonder before his arms wrapped around me again, this time holding me close against him. I started to push away, but as soon as he started to sway to the slow beat, I instantly felt my body relax.

The floor starts to spin, and I instantly realize there is no way I'm in any condition to shift tonight. Resolving to stay inside and to hopefully sneak off and shift another night this week, I signaled the bartender wading through the crowd and grab two shots. I hand one to my dance partner and we toast before downing the burning liquid and handing the test-tube shaped glasses back.

"Happy Birthday to me!" I shout up at him before blacking out.

Chapter 2

**Alpha Shaun POV**

I gazed at the woman next to me. Her hair reminded me of brush fire, the curly red strands setting the pillow case aflame as the locks tumbled across the sheets. I stroked her cheek softly, pulling back when she stirred, turning her face into my touch.

Sparks lingered on my fingers where our skin had made contact. This was the woman haunting my dreams. And now, she was mine.

I kissed her forehead softly before lightly brushing my thumb across her lips and getting up from the bed. I thought about the love we made the night before. From what I could recollect, the first time was awkward and drunken. Too late had I realized she was a virgin.

After both having slept some of the alcohol away, we had gone again, this time felt more natural. She had responded to my every touch, and her noises of pleasure had quickly sent my wolf spiraling out of control. I felt my eyes darken as he pushed his way forward.

I'd never felt him this out of control. I took her over and over again until we both fell asleep tangled together late into the night.

As the first light of the morning creeped through the window, I locate my clothes and get dressed quietly.

Glancing towards the sleeping goddess of my dreams I slipped off the thin gold chain I wore around my neck and removed the small, plain wedding band. It had been my mother's. My mother had passed away when I was 16. It seemed that one day she got sick and only got worse. Within months my mother was bedridden and frail, before the year was up, she was gone...

Seeing my own father suffer the anguish of losing a mate was unbearable. I buried myself into school to avoid having to be around him. I placed the band on the bedside table and walked out of the door.

In 2 months I'm supposed to be marrying Gracie Thewton if she doesn't find her mate at the Mate's Solstice. My wolf whined sadly at me as I walked down the hall, away from the unknown beauty. 'I feel it too.' I assure him.

They say if the bond is strong enough you can feel some muted effect if mates are in close proximity up to the time of the Solstice. Deep down my wolf and I knew this girl was our Chosen mate that the Moon Goddess, Selene, selected just for me.

I had decided long ago to never claim my Chosen mate. At 29, I had never attended a single one of the past seven of the Mate's Solstices I could have. There was no need. I would never experience what my father went through. Eventually, the grief had killed him.

Still, seeing the love my parents shared throughout my childhood, I respected the Chosen mate bond. It's said to be the most intimate relationship anyone can experience.

It wasn't fair to the girl that I had chosen this path and that we'd never share the bond the way the Goddess intended. I was hoping that by leaving the ring that she'd at least get to remember a small bit of the time we shared together.

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**Gracie POV**

I woke up to the sun spilling across my face. I groaned as I sat up slowly. My head was pounding. I looked around the room as it slowly began to come into focus. The sleek white and grey features and dark black stained wood.

This was certainly not my room.

*bzzzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzz* I heard my phone going off somewhere across the room. The sheets slide off of me as I roll of the bed and stumble over to the sound.

The cold air hits my naked skin. I shiver, not only from the cold, but from the thought of why I was naked.

What happened last night? I remember the bar, I remember dancing. There was a man, I couldn't recall his face, but I remember he smelled delicious. Like sandalwood and rain.

After rifling through my handbag I found my phone. 56 missed calls. I am so dead.

I checked the call record. My nerves calmed instantly when I saw most of calls were from Petra, and 54 of the calls had been made last night. I guess that's what time I stepped out.

The other two calls had been from my father earlier this morning, and just now, Hudson, Petra's twin and my ex-boyfriend.

We hadn't spoken much more than curt greetings in public in months. Why is he calling me?

We ended things about a year prior. It hadn't gone well. We started unofficially dating when we were 13. We weren't allowed to date that young, but also, most werewolves really don't officially date before they find a mate.

Most wolves prefer to save themselves for their mates, however it wasn't uncommon not to wait to have sex. Hudson and I both wanted to wait, but we also enjoyed being with each other. We never did more than hold hands, and once he kissed my cheek three years ago after seeing how distraught I was when I agreed to marry King Shaun.

At first we stayed together anyway.

We'd promised long ago that we'd both attend our first Mate's Solstice and if neither of us found our Chosen mates we'd pick each other as our Destined mates. Except I'd robbed him of that.

My choice put a strain on our relationship. He started distancing himself from me. One night I had gone over to his house to speak to him. Petra had let me in not knowing what I would find. Knocking on the door to his bedroom and entering at the same time, I saw Hudson and a girl from that our school who was just a grade below us. She was straddling his lap, her hands were grasping his hair while his hands were roaming over her back and hips as they noisily made out at his desk. I just turned and walked out. We never had to officially end things because we were never official.

Clutching my phone to my chest I turned on my heel and stalked to the bathroom. I sat the phone down on the grey marble counter and turned the shower faucet to scalding hot. I didn't need to remember everything to understand what had happened last night, my aching pelvis and lower abdominal regions giving me a hint as to the events that transpired after I had blacked out.

I quickly showered using the travel sized soaps provided by the hotel. Once I dried off I called the front desk to bring me a toothbrush. I had also asked to settle the bill for check out, but I was told to stay as long as I needed, the room was paid for as long as I needed it.

Shocked, I thanked her and said she could cancel the account further and call maid service as I would be leaving shortly. I went to hang up the receiver and noticed a golden band on the table next to the phone. Carefully I picked it up and put it on my ring finger on my right hand.

It fit perfectly. So I kept it on. I didn't see a note, but somehow I felt like the ring had been left for me.

After brushing my teeth and swapping the plushy hotel robe for my dress, I grabbed my heels by their straps and swung the satchel strap of my handbag over my shoulder as I walked barefoot out of the hotel room.

I pulled out my phone to call Petra. I needed to let her know I was okay. She had texted me earlier in the morning that she had covered for me but that I needed to get home as soon as possible.

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[jacksonthelizardking]

The larger bio with more details.

he short bio:

Jackson Whittemore is a student at odds with everything. He was adopted at birth by parents who wanted a child and couldn’t have one. They spoil him with things, but never their attention. He is an overachiever who is always striving to make someone notice his efforts but is never satisfied in that. In high school, he found out that werewolves were real and had enhanced abilities. He practically begged to be one so he could stand out. When he got his chance, his emotional issues created a block and he turned into a kanima creature. While in this form, Jackson was controlled by a master and took several lives. It wasn’t until multiple people tried several times to kill him, including his alpha that Jackson finally died and the wolf inside of him healed him and came forward. Beyond this, he became an omega, going off on his own to college in the UK.

Disclaimer:

The werewolf side of Jackson can be included or not, depending on our story. Also, I can play him in high school days, college life, or just beyond college. Let me know which would suit us best. Incidentally, I am NOT Colton Haynes. This is for writing purposes only.

The more complete bio:

Jackson was adopted by a wealthy couple who could not have children but wanted to carry on a legacy. As parents, they are absentee to say the least. My adopted father is an ambassador in Europe and as a couple, they move in the highest of European social circles. They are rarely, if ever home here in Beacon Hills. But that's cool now that I'm older. I get to live in a mansion, drive a Porsche and live in a way I have grown accustomed to.

At the age of 19, my adoptive father returned if for nothing else than to blackmail me into doing something with my life. He forced my hand in going to college but he did make it rather easy on me too, so I guess I shouldn't bitch too hard. My last year of college, I went abroad, studying at Oxford University. That was where my 'tastes' changed.

I met a fellow student who I started to have feelings towards. They went beyond attachment and became physical. For the first time admitting it to myself, I wanted to be with a man, both physically and emotionally. A short time after that, I graduated and returned to Beacon Hills, perhaps a hint more humble than before. But then, it is me so, not that humble. That is pretty current. I travel a lot for fun, still don't have a lock down job I have to be at all the time, and explore life. I do some modeling at times and have done some film work. Come share an adventure.

Now, for the other side of me: (Note: This is usually a side of my stories but can be left out for the purely human stories)

The werewolf:

Jackson had figured out the secret of why Scott McCall was besting him at his own sport. He had been changed and now Jackson needed that change to get his standing back. At first, he did not realize what that meant. Well, without getting into too much detail, suffice it to say that Derek Hale tried to change Jackson and make him one of his pups. The problem was, Jackson's body was rejecting the bite and he became something he had not planned for: Kanima.

The Kanima creature was a curse to Jackson in a sense, being controlled by another and having to kill at random bidding. Everyone attempted to kill Jackson and he did cocoon himself at one point. Finally, thinking Jackson dead, they left his body there. His eyes flew open, brilliant luminescent blue and now the wolf side had brought him back from the brink of passing, healing his wounds until he rose up and howled into the night.

Even as a wolf now though, Jackson was once again rejected and hunted. He had to escape Beacon Hills and find his own path. His werewolf side seemed very different than the ones he had seen though. First off, his werewolf form was more Lycan in nature, making him far taller and beefier. This seemed at odds with the others. Secondly, he had inherited something from Derek's DNA. Derek's mother also had these gifts. Jackson found he could change at will to either a normal looking wolf, go up a few sizes to a much larger type of werwolf or Lycan type of creature, or if enraged in a full on frenzy, he could take on the form of a dire wolf that was tremendously large. It uses a vast amount of his strength though and after, he often needs to hide and recover alone, sometimes for days.

When he first ran, he had no one and no alpha to teach him anything. It was while hiding in a secluded forest that someone found him. Vincent Burke. At least that was how he met him. This long haired beauty had a soft spot for wolves apparently and helped Jackson in ways he did not even know he needed. Normally, Jackson was snarky and kept a large chip on his shoulder, but he needed Vincent and never snapped at him with snide comments. Between them would grow a bond of friendship and brotherhood, combined with a deep fondness for their mutual coffee adoration. In Jackson's eyes, Vincent does no wrong. He is the brother he never had.

When Vincent could not be there, he had sent someone to watch over and help him if need be while Jackson found his way. This man was Maddox O’Neill. For a good while, Jackson did not meet him but he sensed he was there. Maddox was a far more wise, and certainly more experienced of a wolf with his multiple hundreds of years under his belt. It wasn’t until one night that Jackson got hurt that Maddox had rescued him. This man took him somewhere to heal and while he did, the two became like brothers. Jackson was soon finding himself a new family and one that was far more loyal than the humans he had known.

In time, Vincent and Jackson found a shared love of coffee and now it is impossible for him to get one anymore without bringing some to Vincent at his home. On one of those meetings, which were becoming more frequent, he finally met the husband of Vincent that he had heard about. Joel Kettleburn is a tall man with an intense gaze but Jackson was never one to back down or show weakness to anyone. He stood and extended a hand. The rapport between them was instant, and he felt something he hadn’t in awhile. The kanima.

Jackson's reptilian side was always going to be a part of him, though it’s initial powers were subsided by the dominant wolf nature. The touch brought a vision. Joel was… a dragon? This was cool to Jackson. He never even knew dragons existed but he did now. It seemed Vincent’s husband got along with wolves anyway so their bond grew in leaps and bounds. However, a sudden need to be alone with his husband had Jackson leaving quietly that night and he understood. He was so glad Vincent had this man. When you have a best friend like Vincent, you want him to be blissfully happy.

Jump ahead another year after he learned to control his inner wolf. Derek tried to return to his life and Jackson hated him with a fierce intensity. At the same time, he was bonded to his maker. Enter Garth Griffin. He found Jackson, mortally wounded and knew the reasons. He told Jackson that night that he was going to free him of Derek once and for all. This man bit him on the brink of his death and sucked Derek's hold over Jackson right out. Then, his own DNA entered Jackson and made him strong rapidly. Jackson had a new Alpha... a new maker. Finally, he understood what he meant to have a real alpha, and he sensed a kind of feeling he had never felt before.

Along with Garth entering his life, he found he had a pack of other misfit wolves, for lack of a better way to put it. They were from all walks of life and for the first time, he had other wolves to learn from and grow stronger with. He also learned in Garth’s house that an alpha was not the one who kills the others to become an alpha. An alpha was the one who would protect and guard the pack at all costs and even he too could be an alpha over others. Jackson hoped one day to have a few pups of his own, and would show them that his own upbringing did not curse him, but would make him an even better father for it.

Now, life as a wolf was not as bad as it started. He had fought to become what he was with the help of people like Vincent, Maddox and Garth and learned to stand strong once more. While he still has some side that feels like a lone wolf at times, he has others to remind him that he is loved and wanted and he loves his fellow wolf brothers, no matter what pack they are a part of. Harm against any wolf meant harm against all, and Jackson would give his life to protect others. He uses his wolf side more often for the good of others and for protection.

Upon his return to Beacon Hills, he almost instantly ran into an old flame of his. This man and him had kissed accidentally way back in high school days and Jackson knew at once he loved him far more than he originally thought. The man had fought in the military and came back changed. They had drifted apart with a myriad of circumstances but the moment they were back together, they both felt something between them and finally they acted on their nature. They made love through the rest of the day and into the night. The hardest thing Jackson did was to finally leave him the next day but he had to help someone. When he returned to the house, E was gone again and Jackson felt his first true heartbreak.

Another side further on was when Jackson jumped after someone and into a portal where he landed in the forests of Asgard but was attacked viciously and left for dead. Were it not for Storm God, he may have perished right there but the God nursed him back to health and in return, Jackson pledged his loyalty to the God to stand at his side should he ever need help from a dire wolf. There is a deep bond between them and he finds himself often going to visit him to make sure he is well.

Enter Jayden Whittemore. Whom? That’s what I said when I first heard. Jayden is my son from the future and his husband Kaden tore a hold in the fabric of time. Well, not him really, but his parents, Max and Damon. Outside forces made the child grow up too fast, fearing a hunting of the child. This caused a ripple effect and at great risk, one of them went to be with the other. The only problem was… I have not had Jayden yet in this life. I still don’t even know who his other parent is or if I will be his mother or father. During this crazy time, Damon and I became close. Maybe too close because it scared me to think that Damon and I could make Jayden and the two boys, married to one another could actually be brothers if we were not careful. It killed our passion but never our friendship. Damon is an important part of who I am.

Extra:

There are several other people whom I have not mentioned but I promise you that none are slighted. I adore the stories we have together. Most of these stories are individual but several have crossovers. Many I keep individual because they would simply not fit or make sense with some of the others. Some for other reasons. I hasten to say that I am multi-LI because I do not seek to make most stories sexual in nature. I do however call myself multi-story because no one should be affected by what I write with others. It does not change what we have. Those who do not understand that, or are offended should probably not write with me. I would never assume to ask you what you do in private. Also, I will not indulge a quarrel about what I say in a status. Status play is rarely role play, and something I do mostly ooc. If I flirt or have fun, it does not affect you and is probably because I know that person ooc. I am here to write, so do not ask if I want to. Of course I want to. Let’s come up with a story or just start one. I am not a stickler for rules and will not make it hard on you to want to write with me. Use common sense and decent grammar and we’ll get along just fine.

Further Bio on UK life:

Carrying a family name like Whittemore did open doors that were otherwise sealed to the majority, even if Jackson knew he was only a by-product of a well orchestrated adoption now. The world knew no better though, so why not just bask in what luxuries were afforded him? The twists and turns of this particular emotional roller coaster for him had undergone a detested relaxation long ago.

Yes, it was true that he hated being forced to go to college when he was, lest he be financially discharged and stricken of the family name and all connection. While half of him longed to stand on his own and salute his adoptive parents with both middle fingers extended proudly, he was also desperately aware that he knew no other way of life since birth. It was best to at least try to suck it up, as they say and play their little game at least till he was twenty five and would receive his full trust fund. After that, he would never have to work a day in his life if he so chose.

After only two years at New York University, he was awarded an academic scholarship to attend Harvard to pursue his parents aspirations of making their model son into a diplomat. Two years following that, a former president stepped in to award Jackson with the prestigious Rhodes scholarship to attend Oxford University for his post graduate understudy. Never one to back down from a challenge, he chose not one, but two majors. The first was in political science, which would garner him far more credentials for his role as a diplomat and the second was art history; a subject that had become more near and dear to his heart.

It was the beginning of spring when he packed his life into suitcases and returned to England, having been a handful of times in his youth. This time was with a new outlook and to a place he had yet to see. His parents had seen to him having the family flat in Trafalgar Square but it was an impractical distance to the university and so another closer location was rented for him.

At first, the pomp and circumstance of things at Oxford seemed extreme but as time went on, it became old hat and Jackson was often well dressed and in Matriculation robes, blending in rather well and even receiving unusual favor from the other students. He worked hard and learned to work in teams, even rowing double sculls at Christ Church. His schooling left little time for other things, including spending down time at the flat afforded him, yet on a rare occasion, he would dress to the nines and attend elegant events, musical recitals and arthouse showings, making a name for himself about town as the Whittemore heir.

When not attending such things, or studying his arse off, he sat in the back of a local pub, reading up on Oscar Wilde and other graduates of Oxford who had made an impact upon the world. He fashioned himself as more than just a foreign dignitary or diplomat and more as a blend of that and art connoisseur. He spent free time in antique stores and researching what the value was of various things in the world. He could spot a forgery or reproduction a mile away.

[procyonloser]

Adam had fallen asleep, dozing against a tree, hidden under the thick foliage of a non vomit laden holly oak. He'd been sleeping a lot recently, when he wasn't hungry. But, a thump woke him up, and he jolted upright, ready to defend himself.

A carcass had been deposited in front of him, so ripped to shreds, it was hard to tell what animal it had originally been. A bat flew down, then in a puff of mist, turned back into Lucifer. Adam eyed him wearily, not trusting a vampire strong enough to do this to anything. Vampires were city an ruin dwellers, they hunted humans, and most used to be human. They were strong, but not like lycans. They weren't supposed to be, anyway.

"Eat up, puppy." Lucifer smiled at him, sharp teeth white under the moonlight.

Adam's stomach growled, and he did just that. He ripped into it, pulling pieces apart, finding the organ meat that he needed. Half the way through his meal, a tongue dragged over his nape - his claiming mark. Lucifer hummed to himself behind Adam, kissing it, dragging his teeth along the shape of his last bite. Adam immediately felt a swell of arousal, his thighs growing wetter, but he was still so hungry.

Lucifer slotted a hand between his thighs, rubbing at him, spreading him open. Fingers pressed into him, and Adam let them, licking the blood off of his own hands as he ate down the heart. It wasn't long before Lucifer pressed him forward, onto his hands and knees, and began to fuck him, all the while, Adam ripped out the liver, the pancreas, the tongue.

After he was done with his prey, Adam moaned in full, he was so wet around Lucifer's cock. He rocked back onto it, and the leisurely thrusts Lucifer had been doing turned into something far more feral. His grip on Adam's hips was nearly bruising, and at one point he took hold of the base of Adam's tail, pulling on it fairly hard. Adam came gasping, face red and sticky with drying blood.

"Such a good boy," Lucifer said softly, running a hand down his back, wrapping around him and squeezing his chest; his nipples, which were already growing full and sensitive. "You're going to have pups, aren't you? You know, that's what vampires call our natural born children too. Pups."

"Don't leave me again," Adam said quietly, still spasming around Lucifer. "You're my mate, you're not meant to leave me. You need to hunt for me, bring me and our pups food until they're old enough to not take the teat."

Lucifer began to roll his hips again, his erection not waning. Adam tried to half roll over, spreading his legs to give Lucifer a better angle into him. He wanted to see his mate, even if he was a giant fucking bat. Moon have mercy what the other lycans would say.

"I won't leave you again, Adam." Lucifer said, lowly and Adam's tail began to wag into the grass below them. Lucifer didn't call him a stupid little nickname this time.

The vampire leaned in, capturing one of his nipples with an exceedingly long tongue, wrapping around it before bringing his full mouth upon it. Teeth broke the skin, and Adam groaned, allowing him to drink from his breast.

"Stop it!" Adam yelled, ears back and flat against his head, tail tucked down. Lucifer floated beside him, grinning a toothy smile down at him, wings flapping leisurely.

"Aw, but you're such a cute puppy!" Lucifer teased, and Adam growled, hackles rising.

"I'm a fucking lycan, not a puppy! Fuck off, you goddamn overgrown bat." Adam snarled, trying to jump up to swing at Lucifer, but the vampire evaded him, circling back around to tug on Adam's tail once more.

"Lil werepupper, mister grumpy fluffy pants." Lucifer said in the most annoying baby voice possible. "Can I have a drink, or not? You smell good right now."

That was because he was about to go into heat, Adam thought to himself, but he wasn't about to tell Lucifer that. "Go suck a cross."

Lucifer tugged on his tail again, and Adam let out a half moan, before flailing and trying to bat Lucifer out of the air again, as the vampire cackled joyously.

[its-deputy-caleb]

hi!! uh, if you don't mind,, id like to request the four lords reactions to their s/o bringing home a lycan and bein like,, "new doggy"

because who doesn't like surprise pets, am I right?

Hiii, okay so this is very rushed and short so i apologise but rn writing is going to be slower for a while :(( i hope this is okay regardless! everyone enjoy

Alcina Dimitrescu

“What is that awful smell? It smells like something died in here!”

Alcina turns her attention to see you standing in the dining hall with a dripping wet lycan puppy in you arms.

You found the poor thing alone in the rain outside of the lycan den, he’s clearly the runt of the pack and your heart melted when you saw him. Obviously you couldn’t help but take it with you.

You stand before the Lady Dimitrescu with a pleading look in your eyes. The lycan pup was wiggling in your grip, his tail getting water all over the carpet as it moves with excitement.

Alcina opened her mouth to protest but the minute her daughters walked into the room the argument was already lost. Judging by their reactions, it would seem the little lycan is staying.

At first she hated the lycan running around her castle, constantly comparing him to that of her brother but he surprisingly still had a lot of his human intelligence and learnt very quickly not to scratch the ornate wooden doors or rip the curtains or chew the bottom of Alcina’s dress. Soon the pup became a household favourite.

Alcina will deny she likes the puppy till the day she dies but you’ve seen her enough times curled up on the couch with him or cuddling him in your bedroom to know that’s not true.

Donna Beneveinto

Donna is sitting peacefully on the couch, a cup of tea brewing in the pot while she works on stitching in some embroidery onto a new dress she’s working on when a brown ball of fur comes barrelling through the door.

Angie and yourself come after it, trying to chase the thing she now recognises as a lycan puppy. Eventually Angie manages to heave him into the air for enough time while you pick it up and hug him close.

“DONNA LOOK WHAT WE FOUND!! A PUPPY! OH WE HAVE TO KEEP HIM!”

Donna stares at the puppy in your arms, he wriggles constantly with his tongue hanging out, panting wildly. He looks around without a care in the world, like a child that doesn’t understand what everyone is saying.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea… what about my porcelain dolls.”

You and Angie pull the biggest pout you can muster and say your cheesiest “please” that’s king drawn out and whiny.

“We’ll train him Dons, I promise that nothing will be broken.”

The little lycan does learn quickly that the dolls are not to be touched and instead finds pleasure in chasing around the imaginary enemies in Donna’s garden.

All three of you love the puppy and love having another chaotic member of the household.

It always brings a smile to your face and Donna’s to see Angie on his back with a stick raised into the air like a sword saying,

“Onwards noble steed!”

Salvatore Moreau

Poor Salvatore is terrified of the lycan puppy when he sees you bring it to him. He instantly runs to the other end of the room to hide behind the tv.

“It’s alright Sal it won’t bite, see?”

You slowly crouch down beside him and take his hand gently in your own, bring your joined hands to the soft fur.

You sit together for the better part of an hour just slowly petting the little pup, allowing Sal time to get comfortable.

Eventually he grows to love the puppy, finding it cute when he’d return from adventures with sticks to gift him.

You love going on walks around the reservoir but the pup’s curiosity meant he has jumped into the water too many times to count.

Sal grows very attached to the pup and smothers him with hugs and kisses constantly. He’s definitely spoiled without a doubt.

He’s also very protective and researches all about how to care for a puppy and makes sure he gets all the essentials.

The lycan finds bubbles of slime around the mines and always tries to burst them with his canines, thank god it’s not toxic and just sticky because he comes running through the door with green all over his mouth as he licks at both your faces.

Karl Heisenberg

“No, we’re not keeping that pup. I already have too much on with the factory and Miranda, I do not need another distraction.”

You knew Karl could be stubborn but you could be too and there was no way you were gonna back down from keeping this Lycan puppy.

“Aw common look at him! He’s so cute and fluffy, how could you say no to that face!”

You scratch at its belly, watching the way tail picks up and wags at your affection. You hold the little lycan out to Karl who looks like he’s about to refuse until he lets out the softest little howl and he won him over in an instant

Karl explained to you that the pup must have been the runt or abandoned since he was much smaller and fragile compared to the ones he’s raised before. It would make sense since you rescued him on the outskirts of the village, completely abandoned and alone.

It only made the two of you love the little one even more and while Karl would never admit it, he’s a soft spot for him.

You’ve walked into Karl’s workshop to see him completely distracted by him, playing fetch with a spanner and teaching him tricks.

The one that really melted your heart was seeing Karl curled up on the bed in a pile of blankets, the little lycan asleep on his chest and the two of them snoring quietly.

[pepperpills]

karl caught s/o masturbating

jeez, i got so excited for my first request that i may have made it a bit too long hehe hope u enjoy it

once it is said "s/o", i chose to do it karl x female reader because it is easier for me, but i'm sorry if that is not what you wanted .-.

here it is (needless to say it has NSFW content, so kids, skip this one):

Saturday Surprise

It was still Saturday. Usually, it would make you happy, because that meant you would have some time alone with Karl, he would take a break from work and his obsessions just to find himself cuddling your hair as you two watched one of the marvellous Romanian sunsets on the factory’s ceiling. But not this Saturday. He was gone for the weekend for “fixing those bastards, kitten” he said when he told a gloomy you about his soon-to-happen absence.

He left on Friday morning after a snoring heavy sleep due to the tiredness you gave him with your goodbye. Heisenberg kissed you on the forehead and told you he wouldn’t be long, but any time away from him felt like eternity to you.

You wandered the factory corridors – the ones you found safe -, ended up in a room full of his records and played a little music, dancing alone. It wasn’t bad, but at night, when you laid on that queen sized bed, oppressed by that sea of pillows unused, you missed him hard and could only fall asleep after putting on one of his explorer’s-like shirts. It has his smell all over it: metal, burned wood and a bit of oil too. It was infinitely reassuring and made you sleep tight.

The thing is, when you woke up on that lazy Saturday, not much later than the sun, lycans’ roars and crows’ croaks, that scent had you, well… wet, as if you had wet dreams with Karl, and maybe you had. The scent was like waking up to him, and as you wake up, you close your eyes and imagine him hugging you, sleepy mumbling into your hair, holding you to that position, trying to convince you to go back to sleep; you knew, on days like that, you would have to convince him to get up, he would hold you even tighter, let out low curses, harmless ones, and when he was lastly wakeful, he would attack you with tickles and fondness.

You snort in frustration and get up. A heavy breakfast would drive your mind away from it, you think. Anyways, you just have to hold it until he is back as you knew how teased he gets when you have a little fun without him. On your way to the kitchen, though, something else attracts your attention. His office door is opened. It wasn’t a secret, you could come in and out as you wished, just making sure not to disturb him on his work, but you never really pocked around there as he was always nearby. And there it is: a unique opportunity.

You sneak into the room as if you had bad intentions, you even imagine a cartoonish version of yourself rubbing hands, maliciously smiling at nothing in particular. His office has some filing cupboards on a wall, where you find nothing but his journals, notes on tests he applied and pictures of his experiments, some of its drawers have junk too and it is more or less disorganized. The right part of the office has a surgery bed and some tools, as you are not really interested in that, you don’t take a closer look.

Instead, you go directly to his chair. It is one of these quilted black director’s chairs with a tall backrest. There is a small, mahogany chest on the table in front of it, along with some minor metal parts, a lamp and some papers. You try to open it, but it is locked. You sigh, imagining what is inside. Maybe a gift? You wonder. Anyways, that morning laziness starts to get to you again and you feel comfortable in his chair. You close your eyes and can’t help yourself, but to remember all those memories of you two having fun in that exact spot. It arouses you instantly.

You were already wet, but now you are desperately needy. You recall getting on your knees one night when he refused to go to bed, even though he was restless, so, to convince him, you started kissing his waist line, going down, slowly, touching his strong, thick thighs, his moans like opera to your ears. Your hand slips into your pantie, automatically starting to stimulate your clit with your pussy soaked. You moan imagining it was his firm scarred hand rubbing you roughly, trying his best to satisfy you intensely on his steadfast manner.

You picture him coming from behind the chair, he touches your shoulders, put a little pressure on them, then let his fingers reach your breast through his shirt you are wearing, playing with your already hard nipples. You let low moans out, getting more and more turned on with that thought.

“Karl…” You whisper in pleasure.

“Yes?” A leonine voice responds from the door.

You open your eyes on a rush, turning fast to look a savage Heisenberg in the eye. He is framed by the door frame, looking like a man who just finished a mission, a hard day of work, but still has the energy. He still has his glasses on and is holding his hammer.

He walks in, saying nothing, which disturbs you deeply. He lays his hammer on the wall by the door and walks towards you. You can see his annoyed eyes because of the angle, he is too close, staring down at you.

“Having fun, ain’t you?” He asks, maliciously. “Hope you left enough for me.” Karl, then, smiles, not a sympathy smile, but a vicious one, one that tells you he will have you until the last drop of cum drains from him.

“Karl… I’m sorry. I’m gonna make it up to you.” You promise, almost on your knees.

“Oh, I bet you will.” He tells you. “Lean on the table.” It is an order.

You don’t have enough time to be confused, you don’t care anyway, your heart is beating fast, both because of fear and lust. You do as he says, leaning on the table so he has a privileged view of your butt. He spanks it one, two, three times, making you scream, getting even wetter than before.

“Tell me how much you like it, kitten.” He whispers fiercely in your ear.

“I-I love it, Karl, please…” You say in between moans as his hand grips your butt firmly.

His fingers touch your skin down the pantie, never penetrating your pussy, just messing around with your juice, pressing your butthole, entering just a little. You are hotter than ever, feeling tempted by this anal play, wishing for more.

All at once, the mahogany chest on the table spreads open – it has inner metal parts after all - and you see a shiny metal thing in there. You don’t recognize it at first, but when it starts flying to your back and you notice a black ornamental rose pinned to a drop-shaped object, you realise it is an anal plug. You groan to it as its cold metallic surface touches your hole. So Karl had a new toy hidden from you. That excites you even more.

“I don’t know if brats like you deserve this…” Heisenberg teases you, defiance sounding all over his tone.

“I will behave, I promise.” You promise again, willing to do whatever the hell he wants you to.

“Very well.” He says and you feel it slipping into you, making you feel so damn good.

You move your hips like crazy, feeling both his hand on your pussy and the plug in your ass. It feels good. Feels terrific.

“Argh, kitten, if you keep like that…” He groans and you know you have him hard, oh, you bet he has a major boner pulsating on those pants.

And you are absolutely right. Heisenberg is almost melting with the vision of your butt. Every time you move your hips you touch his delicious rod on. He has to bite his lips not to give you the satisfaction, but God damn it! you know how to make things hard for him. He can’t take no more of that.

Karl sits on the chair and pulls you straight to his lap, you sit on his cock and moan now knowing how you made him feel. He pulls it off, not even minding the rest of his clothes, just yours as he realises you from his shirt, having you completely naked for his gaze.

You don’t think much before hooping in his cock, feeling it all inside you at once, pressed by your very stimulated pussy and the plug. Both inside of you, giving you so much pleasure you could faint.

He is moaning savagely, griping your waist, making you shake for him, coming up and down like a happy rabbit, his happy pup.

He can’t stand the vision of your boobs jumping right in front of his eyes, so he grabs one and bites it. You scream due to surprise, but a wave of pleasure flows through your body. You are close, very close.

“Karl, I think I am gonna come.” You tell him, spoiled, moaning.

“I am too, buttercup.” He answers, sucking your neck, leaving a mark for sure, just to visually state that you are his.

You intensify the speed feeling as he tightens his grip. His cock is pulsating so much right now, you feel it all inside of you, you feel his cum being released deep down, filling you entirely and it is all for you and because of you.

You both are panting, completely weary because of so much exercise and pleasure. You hug him and burry your face on the curve of his neck and his collarbone, smelling the smell of metal, burned wood and a bit of oil too.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear.

“I missed you too, kitten.” He answers, cuddling your hair.

[lunarruled]

Waiting for the usual rush of little feet towards the door with excited giggling, the half lycan was surprised to see Cam herself when it was opened. She knew that text meant that baby girl was finally making her way into the world, but shouldn't Mom be laying down or doing those labor things she always talked about? It was worrying enough that Cam wanted to have the baby in her home, but she was a nurse and had a midwife, so it wasn't like she hadn't planned it out well enough.

Of course the first thing she had to say was that she didn't need to bring a gift, but because that was just how Kyleigh was she did it anyway. Cam was used to having a boy to care for, so Kyleigh had searched all over for the proper girl gifts to present her. And it was just rude to come over to your best friend's house without something to give her. "Well let's hope Carter gets all the sleep he can now because once little boo there gets here she's going to be making enough noise to keep the entire house up!" She could make a joke about it now, but Kyleigh knew from those early days with Carter that babies did not sleep and were very loud.

Closing the door behind her, Kyleigh immediately decided she was going to be the protector from now on. It was how she would be in the pack, when one Mama was birthing the others made sure she could do it in a safe space. Pups were raised by everyone and while they weren't related by blood, Cam was every bit her wolf sister. Setting her gift bag down the half lycan joined her friend on the love seat, nodding at the information given. "Oh yeah, I have a few in the car but I want to give all my attention to you and baby right now. You asked me to be a part of this for a reason, and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure this goes as smoothly as possible."

Instead of at a diner, this time Cameron’s water broke at home in the middle of making her son some lunch. She supposed that was better than anywhere else! Once again, not a huge gush like in the movies. Carter even asked the obvious question. “No, sweetheart,” she’d answered, “your baby sister is ready to come out.” Every day, he’d ask if the baby was coming. Some days she couldn’t tell who was more excited. Following a call to her midwife to confirm, Cameron changed and texted her best friend, which brought her to now. The nurse counted one contraction in the interim.

When those words filled the air, Cameron waddled to the front door and ushered Ky inside. Her belly made it difficult to hug the other but she did her best. “Hi!” She greeted, eyes darting to the bag at Kyleigh’s side. “You didn’t! Kyleigh, she might not even be born until tomorrow.” Still, her voice and eyes betrayed how sweet she found the gesture. “We love you. Carter is having a nap. He’ll be so happy to see you when he wakes up. Thank you for coming. Our spooky girl has finally decided to enter the world.”

Turning, she made her way over to the love seat and settled down on it. “Julia is on her way now. Should be another twenty minutes or so. My surges are still pretty spaced out. They’re not that bad yet. It’s going to be a long day. Did you bring a book?”

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 10: Two Sides to Show Business

Apollo confronted Ares, who was training out near his competitors tent. From what he had heard, Ares was doing his usual bit making sure he isn't a force to trifle with. "Ares, I would like to have a word with you before the joust. It's rather important.", Apollo greeted himself.

As if he was completely ignoring Apollo, Ares continued to strike the tree. To Ares, there was nothing Apollo could say that would interest him. "Yeah, what is it.", he gruffly responded. With a final strike, he cuts the tree in half with no hesitation. He turns around to turn to Apollo, "If that sniveling fat fuck Dionysus sent you hear, let him know that all of this-", he raises his hand to show the wide expense that is Delphi, "-is going to be the birth place of my own army.", Ares boasted.

Apollo looked at Ares completely dumbfounded, he saw Ares simply stood there with a grimace on his face, there didn't seem to be anything else in his mind. "Ares....I ask you to maybe.... you and Dionysus should just joust for the sport of it. I mean, is there even a purpose to you or him gaining any of each other's assets?", he politely asked, "I mean.... seriously why are you doing this, what would be the point of doing this to your own brother?". It wasn't uncommon for Ares to be meanspirited but in this situation it seemed there could be a different motivation. Why would Ares agree to do something he didn't want to do, just to make it harder for everyone. A stupid question indeed but there had to be something.

Ares turned to Apollo, "ugh.... didn't you hear me? I'm going to make all this land into a training field....", he stood there letting the cogs in his brain turn a little bit and remembered a small detail he so adamantly told Dionysus, "...OH you mean his girl? Nah, I wasn't going to do shit to her. I just told him that to see if he was serious about this stupid joust.", he chuckled as if it was all just a joke, a joke that if it was pulled on him with Aphrodite....he would have carved a hole in the middle of Mediterranean Sea with rage. The reality was that Ares wasn't interested in Ariadne in the slightest, the whole plan was to simply take Dionysus's land and scare him. "Why, what's it got to do with you?", he asked with a straight face.

Of all the terrible and cruel things Ares had committed, this could probably top them all. Apollo at this point didn't know if he should joust Ares himself or to smite him where he stood. However, he knew Hermes was already sabotaging Ares, no use in ruining the plan at this stage. Hiding his anger behind a false smile, "Oh....well...I was just worried about the whole thing.....that's all, personally I've never known Dionysus to be serious about anything but I guess I'm mistaken.....good luck at the joust....just please...don't make it worse.", Apollo quickly left Ares to the rest of his 'training'. He couldn't wait to contribute to humiliating Ares for basically ruining what was supposed to harmless fun for Dionysus.

Ares just shrugged, thought it was Apollo being his dramatic self and figured it could have been time for the joust. He didn't need to put any armor, mostly because he already wore armor all the time. He figured he'd raise the stakes to make things entertaining to him, maybe he could see how sharp the lances were or see how far he could if he could put oil on the handles. He went to find the lances to inspect them at the temporary stables. Ares took one look at the lances and saw that the tips of the lances had brightly colored cushions on them, one red cushion and one green cushion. "What the hell is this?!", he shouted. He poked one of the cushions and his finger was dyed red with fresh paint.

A young satyr came, trembling a little knowing the god of war what're answers. "Ugh, those are the l-lances oh great one. If one of the players gets hit with tip of the lance, they lose aananand you see it's to make sure ugh...no body gets hurt", the young satyr replied.

Ares glared at the satyr, he was completely undignified at such a soft centered idea. This whole arrangement meant that no one would get hurt, no one would shed blood or anything. "As expected from Dionysus.....shame, I was planning on giving him a taste of "fair play",.....where are my horses?", he asked sternly.

The young satyr's usually blushing, flushed face turned pale, he had recently checked on Ares's chariot horses. "Ugh...well...um... please understand that I had NOTHING to do with.", he sheepishly warned Ares.

His ears perked up, "WHAT?", Ares boomed. The satyr lead him to his chariot horses towards the end of the stable. The horses were plastered, lounging and drunkenly lapping up what ever whine was left on the ground. Ares gawked at his once mighty nightmares....now a trio of drunken dead weights. He turned slowly to the satyr, his face was glowing red with fury. "....did...you feed...MY war horses...your SHITTY WINE?!?", he roared. He had just about enough of this clown circus that was Delphi.

From out side of tent, Ares's wrath could be heard along with the pleads of that satyr, two gaurds ran in to break up the fight between them and left their post. In the vary moment the gaurds left their post, a curious wolf pup, whom have been sneaking around looking for snacks this whole time, was now currently scampering just past the tent, completely ignoring the fight inside the temporary stable. He sniffed the air, smelling the new unfamiliar sents just itching to be discovered. His nose lead him to the food tent, where he could smell bread, sweet fruits and the bittersweet sent of wine. He didn't hear anyone inside, nor did he smell anyone, it was the perfect chance to find food.

The pup lifted the tent's fold, as he crawled under the tent his claws accidentally cought on to a table cloth as he was reaching out to see in the dim light of the tent, causing some bottles to topple down and decorative clothes to fall on him. The little lycan's eyes weren't so use to the light shift from day to night. He was draped in a large table cloth, covering his head, shoulders and good portion of his body. He didn't mind it at all, the soft, silky cloth felt pleasant to his paws, so wear it he did, pretending to be his 'noble king's for a few seconds much like any like-minded toddler would. He took a long whiff of the air and smelled the tasty treats that were stored in this treasure trove. Searching around and near the table, he found several fruits, roasted meats, dates and loaves of bread rolls. His little pup heart couldn't contain it, he jumped onto the table and attacked a roll of bread and began chewing on it. Never in his life did he ever taste something so delicious, his whole life he had only eaten moldy bread and scraps of rotting flesh. His eyes floated to some roasted goat, just as fast as he went after the bread he jumped on to the goat meat. Fresh, seasoned, cooked meat was truly something worth howling about, he let out a small, somewhat gentle, inexperienced howl that sounded like a little trill rather than a hardy wolf howl, with every bite he would let out a short burst of happiness.

Outside the tent, Dionysus was in full ornate armor. He was fussing around with some of the straps on his arms when he heard one of the little lycan's short trills. He stopped in his tract to catch the sound again, but nothing happened. "Oh man, that better be one of the nymphs experimenting again, I can't take this anxiety anymore!", he loudly worried to himself. He took a deep breath and went off to find his chariot at the stable tent. He walked in to see Ares tied up to the support beam, foaming in the mouth, and very disheveled satyr and two of the gaurds tired from holding Ares back. "....sooooo.....uhm...I'm just here to pick up...my lance....", he awkwardly shuffled to his lance, takes it, turns to Ares, "see you there man...oh ugh...since well....I'm using mules... you'll have to use mules too....bye.", he quickly leaves the tent before Ares would blow his stack.

Ares, with foam in the corner of his mouth, growled loudly. "DAMN YOU DIONYSUS!", he roared in frustration. So loudly infact, the lycan pup heard it from his tent. The poor thing stopped knawing on the goat bones, perked up his ears thinking it was an adult lycan. He paused for a few seconds, he than promptly went back to knawing on the bone because a pup his age has other priorities, like chewing on some goat bones and eat bread.

With a sigh of defeat, Ares simmered down, and looked to one of the gaurds, "if one of you doesn't untie me right now and get me your most killer mules....I will rip BOTH your balls off.", he stared at the guards and the guards stared back. The gaurds both scrambled to their tasks and prepared Ares's chariot. The joust, was about to begin, finally.

End of Chapter 10

[agreateryesterday]

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Misbehaving For Days by t0bemadeofglass

*Finished* 18 chapters

Rey’s experience with Demi-Humans is about as limited as her experience with snow, that is to say: horrendously minimal, given that she’s just moved to Coruscant with no intention of returning to the hell hole of a desert she scraped herself from. Easing herself into the lifestream of a city that demands assimilation to the rigors and confines of a bustling metropolitan was never going to be easy, but throw in a one-night stand with a tall, brick house of a man that doesn’t seem keen on leaving it at one night, and any hopes Rey had for an easy transition got blown to high heaven.

Knot an Omega by SkywalkerSince1980

(Last updated May 22, 2020) 4 chapters

How would A/B/O society have developed over the past 15,000 years, and what would it be like in modern-times? How would Rey, Kylo, and the crew handle it? What is the A/B/O backstory, and how did it develop into modern times? Plenty of (semi-fictional) ancient history mixed in with the story, and plenty of smut down the line. Rose is a badass. Rey has a bad decade. HEA, but not the way you think.

Labyrinth - a Reylo Book Of Sins Re Write by RayofDawn

*Finished* 5 chapters

A retelling of a childhood favorite but with a sinful reylo twist

Knots in the Heart by Anonymous

(Last updated July 2, 2018) 2 chapters

Kylo’s determines to keep his prisoner.

Catacombs by monsterleadmehome

*Finished* One Shot

Kylo Ren is the oldest living alpha vampire. He has been chasing his omega, Rey, for centuries. Ever since the night he turned her, he’s wanted her for his own. Will she finally let herself be claimed or doom herself to a worse fate?

No One But You by faequeentitania

*Finished* 5 chapters

When he scented her on the wind, his entire world ground to a halt. It was primal, it pulled at something in his guts like a hook, and everything- the droid, the map, Skywalker- all became secondary to her. Her. The girl. His mate.

The Mating Service by AlbaStarGazer

*Finished* 36 chapters

'If Rey had known how quickly she would find her biological mate and alpha through the world wide mating service, 'Match,' she might have considered signing up years ago.' A sceptic of the leading mate finding service, Rey decides to sign up after too much wine and years of loneliness. She never expected to find her match within days of submitting her samples. Join the two as they are separated by an ocean, Rey in England, Ben in America as they explore their situation. Can Ben convince Rey that he wants his omega for her and not simply their biology and change her mind about the reliability of the mating service?

Vanilla Jasmine Dreams by Trulyurs

(Last updated May 30, 2018) 4 chapters

Rey is a young research assistent hoping to learn from the best, so when she is hired by Luke Skywalker she is hopeful. What she didn't exspect was Ben Solo. An alpha that seems to shutter at the sight of her. He is loud and harsh, one of the harder alphas she has incountered, and she is horribly attracted to him. What Rey doesn't know is that Dr.Solo is hidding a secret.

Until you by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo)

*Finished* One Shot

Kylo looks at her, and he smells her, and he thinks, Fuck. He thinks, Yes. He thinks, I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known. And he says: ”You should watch your right side.”

Finding Home by JaneEyre1847

*Finished* One Shot

Can therapist Ahsoka Tano and a lot of resentful pondering prepare Ben for the terrible secret Rey is ready to reveal?

Dark Nights by Polkadotdotdot

*Finished* 27 chapters

"Cause I need a man, a man who has blood on his hands and the truth on his face," Rey is broke.Trying out for a second job to solve her mounting debts, Rey has a chance encounter with an Alpha by the name of Kylo Ren who makes her an offer she just doesn't want to refuse. Little did she know how her choice would pull her into the underworld of New York crime.

Hotter than Hell by slxtforbangtanboys

(Last updated May 3, 2018) 1 chapter

They went by many names. The Light, and The Dark. Rey and Kylo - But on days that he's feeling generous, Rey and Ben. The Jedi and the Jedi Killer, fated to be.

Heartstring by Oh_Snapcrackle

(Last updated Sep 9, 2018) 13 chapters

“Did you just smell me?” The girl accuses, craning her neck to meet his stare. Her eyes are wide with shock and weariness. Hazel eyes. Warm eyes that look like they have lived a thousand lives. Breathed a thousand deaths. Soulful eyes. His cheeks color, and he realizes he is blushing. And he never blushes. Not since he was a little boy. But he is blushing now from embarrassment and the fact he did just get caught trying to catch her scent. “No, sorry. I was just sniffling. Got a cold.” Every demon is connected to an angel by a heartstring. Ben just found his. In this world where angels and demons live among humans, balance is kept through the mysterious mating bonds between creatures of light and dark. Where there is darkness, the light will rise to meet it. Or so it used to be. Angels are too rare these days. And even if a demon finds their mate, keeping them safe is impossible.

Court You, I Shall. by LadyErica

(Last updated Dec 10, 2018) 3 chapters

A fair maiden Omega from Jakku is doing her mistress's errands when she meets the Alpha Lord from Cornelia while he is on a hunting trip. Their eyes meet and though the maiden refuse because of her background and upbringing. The Lord refuses to give up. His mother always howls him for not finding a mate and settle down with pups already, but in this Omega he just met. He believes he has found his mate that will birth his heirs. He will do anything even court her if he must.

That's Enough! by SithLord98

(Last updated Aug 27, 2018) 4 chapters

After a deadly virus caused by the overuse of suppressants that nearly wiped out omegas in 2449, federal laws were put into place to preserve and protect them. These laws are highly oppressive in nature for them, requiring omegas to register if they have not been claimed by 18. Rey Marek and Tatum Rax are two betas and former foster sisters trying to heal after living a rather traumatic childhood. Rey accepts a mathematics teaching position at Resistance Academy, one of the last omega secondary schools in the U.S., located within the D.C. Metro area next to First Order Academy – an exclusive alpha secondary school founded and financed by the Skywalker and Palpatine families. Tatum is the school librarian, which makes the situation even more convenient for her. Kylo Ren and his friend Armitage Hux have been asked to oversee in the merging of the two schools. After a prescription recall on suppressants, Rey and Tatum both realize that they are omegas that haven't presented, but opt to take the risk and not report this in hopes that the suppressants will kick back in again soon. Everything is fine until they meet Kylo and Armitage during a transition visit at Resistance Academy that everything goes to shit for them…

So yours, So mine by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

“Where is she?” He asks impatiently. Hux nods and walks quickly, but he hesitates for a moment when they take a different corridor from the prison cells, his question is quickly answered by Hux. “We had to separate several of them due to their condition.”“Condition?” His impatient voice distorts behind his mask. "Yes ... several of the omegas got heat during the trip, so they were separated from the others ..."

Clan by moonstone88

*Finished* 14 chapters

Wars between clans were normal, but what happens when that war is between two who love each other. Rey knew she shouldn't have bent to Kylo as her Alpha, but she had no idea what their fleating connection would do and the pieces she would be left to pick up. Can Kylo overcome the years of hatred he holds in his heart for a clan that forced him away from the love of his life, and is trying to snatch her from his grasp once more.

Second Heat by UmpBumpFizz

*Finished* 4 chapters

"Stay right there." She stilled instantly. Her eyes settled on his outstretched hand, her breathing shallow and rapid. "You're alright... You're alright. I've got you." She blinked as she felt the warmth of his hand as he gently caressed her face. His voice... God, his voice was like silk. Safe? "I've got you. You're safe." She drew in and let out a long, shuddering breath as the scent from the gland on his wrist hit her nose, calming her instantly. Safe.

Feral by Hormonal_Trashbag

*Finished* One Shot

Snow began its idle descent from above the line of barren trees, filtering to the frozen forest floor in fat flakes. Despite the turn of weather, Rey remained focused on the pair of long ears ducking behind the nearby brush. Her fingers trembled as she nocked an arrow in the string of her bow but she ignored the cold as she prepared to take her shot. If she was like any other omega, she would be sequestered in the warmth of her den right now, heavy with pups and waiting for her alpha to return from the hunt. But Rey hadn’t gone into heat with the shift from autumn to winter like she was supposed to. The alphas of her pack had turned their noses from her in disgust when her scent didn’t sharpen with mating pheromones. What’s wrong with her? They would ask themselves and Rey had no answer.

FRACTURE by succubusybody

*Finished* One Shot

Rey's older brother Ben has been head of the household ever since their parents died when she was young. When her first heat comes, he'll take good care of her.

Swell by Hormonal_Trashbag

(Lqst updated June 17, 2019) 4 chapters

She knew that some omegas ignored the archaic pull to be mated. There was some debate over how voluntary an omega’s participation in mating could be, though she knew many of those that argued against it were betas that had never experienced a heat to begin with. What could they possibly know? There was always a choice. Rey couldn’t help being practical about it. If she ignored her biological call, she would spend a long week throbbing, writhing with a need to be filled. She’d have to skip work for a few days at the very least. It was just...easier to give in.

Gonna Get Myself Connected

The Birds and The Bees by TourmalineGreen

*Finished* 9 chapters, One Shot

Who understands Alphas, anyway; they’re mysteries, wrapped in enigmas, dusted with hormones and deep-fried in a vat of unquenchable rage. And Ben, he’s a classic, textbook example. Rey doesn’t need his intensity in her life. Rey was quite happy to steer clear of him, as long as he wants to be like… well, like that. And he’d been like that ever since she hired on. Always testy around her, always scowling, stomping, difficult. But he produced excellent code, so… maybe management was sympathetic. Then again, maybe he just had someone’s incriminating photographs, and was holding them over their heads, who knew. OR: Ben Solo: Wunderkind developer, office Alpha, noted cantankerous asshole, gets stuck in an elevator with Rey Johnson: New hire, ray of literal sunshine, progressive Omega who seriously does not have time for this.

Ben will never ever be able to forget the first, squalling sight of his son. Black-haired—so much hair—and red-faced, yelling in a way that had made the midwives remark about ‘healthy Alpha lungs!’ Ben hadn’t exactly hoped to have an Alpha son, but he hadn’t not hoped, either. It was familiar to him, and his own experience, although he knew that his son would have his own life. Hopefully a less-anxious, less-awkward time of it than Ben had… but, judging by the expression on his son’s face, Ben knows that something is very definitely up.

Run Cried the Crawling by succubusybody

*Finished* 4 chapters

Rey is mated by force during a day trip to Amish country. When her heat comes around, she is charged with abandoning her mate and forced to return to the home of the man who ruined her life.

abash the little bird by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest)

*Finished* 5 chapters

Ben Solo has a pretty easy time of fighting his Alpha instincts with the right cocktail of suppressants and bad attitude. However, some old wive's tales about the moon or the position of the stars may have knocked this mating cycle way out of wack for a lot of Alphas and Omegas; making them desperate to attract a mate. He may have had an easy time fighting his instincts before, but his body has other plans. Especially when it starts sprouting some truly impressive plumage to attract the right Omega. At least it catches Rey's eye. AKA Kylo gets a freakin' TAIL.

Hallowed Heat by gopherbroke

(Last updated Nov 4, 2018) 3 chapters

As the steady babysitter, Rey is accompanying Mr. Solo and his son, Grey, to the city's big Halloween Fest. It is a little too late when she realizes that she had broken Mr. Solo's rigid contract and had forgotten her supressants. She flees, hiding in the portapotty as she starts to go into heat. While Mr. Solo paces, impatient and bossy, on the other side of the thin plastic door, Rey looks back on her relationship with her boss and how he has changed from hostile employer to friend... to Alpha? But would he ever be her Alpha? And how long will that flimsy door hold back Alpha like Mr. Solo from an Omega that smells as sweet as Rey?... Grey had always said how much his father had a sweet tooth.

The Ballad of You, Me, and Everything in Between

The House on Prairie Corners by bluetoast

*Finished* 3 chapters, 5 chapters

Alpha Ben Solo just wanted to get to his new job in Yellowstone National Park by the weekend. He'd had it planned out - get through the major cities outside of rush hours, be there and settled by Saturday. Pretty easy, considering most traffic was headed east, to Woodstock. That was before an omega named Rey Johnson tapped on the window of his Volkswagen bus in some spit in the dirt town in Ohio asking for a ride.

It's been 5 months since Rey and Ben met and became mates, and they have only grown closer since that time. As a mid December blizzard sweeps into Yellowstone, the weather is the last thing on either of the minds. As Rey's next heat and Ben's rut are about to align, they only have one plan while they're snowed in. Start a family.

Shivers by AlbaStarGazer

*Finished* 3 chapters

Alphas have been illegal for decades due to their thirst for power and destructive tendencies. They are housed in institutions, prisons and state hospitals and away from the general population that consists of omegas and betas. Writer and omega Rey comes across an unconscious man outside of her secluded cabin. She realises too late he is an alpha.

End of the Republic & Freedom by SithLord98

*Finished* 8 chapters

Unknownbeknognst to them, Rey, Tarren, Rose, and Paige were marked as soul mates to four men who have lived dangerous, powerful and privileged lives, but have been sad because they believed their soul mates were dead. The girls have been raised under the noses of the Plutt brothers this whole time, to avenge for Maz's death. On Rey's 18th birthday, the guys discover the truth and kidnap the girls. How will they manage to survive unscathed, as they are now confined with them in one of their manors in the middle of nowhere, while the men go into strong ruts, causing them to go into heat...

Camping by Anonymous

*Finished* 6 chapters

Rey’s sweet alpha boyfriend takes her camping to celebrate their one year anniversary. But Rey gets lost in the woods before they can celebrate. Another alpha finds her first and he will take what he wants. *Rey is technically of legal age of consent, but she’s still just a teenager, so I’m tagging it underage. Rey is 16 and Kylo is 26*

The End Of The Beginning by Fearthefaithful

*Finished* One Shot

As her scent infiltrated my senses I could focus on nothing else. I watched her as she floated by across the hall. She seemed to be too preoccupied with her friends to notice me but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. It had been months since I’d seen her and that was before she presented. Now she was fully an omega and I felt all the anger and frustration that had built over the past 10 years was coming to fruition. This time she was mine and I wasn’t letting anyone, not even my mother disuade me from that.

May The Guac Be With You by PiscesSiren

*Finished* 13 chapters

Rey has been doing fine on her own for years. Her job isn’t fulfilling but it keeps her fed. Her house isn't perfect but it keeps her safe. But after a few things start to change, she slowly starts to realize that she wants more out of her life and maybe even... herself. Also, what the hell is up with that hot customer who says she smells obscene? Rude.

Little Thieves by ohwise1ne

(Last updated March 15, 2019) 17 chapters

"If you come out now, Omega, I'll make this easy for you." His voice carries clearly through the house, and it's almost as sinful as the smell of him, suffocating her as she shrinks back against the wall of his closet. “Or maybe… you don’t want this to be easy.” A pause. “Yes. Oh, yes. I can smell it on you. You can’t hide from me.” Rey breaks into the wrong house. Kylo Ren catches her in the act.

not because you need me to by starkylosolo

*Finished* 2 chapters

Rey just got hired at her dream job, cardiology, when she meets Ben who needs a favor from her. It's just that she didn't expect Ben from nephrology to be so... big, and so alpha. She certainly didn't expect him to smell so nice. Maybe she can ignore the way he affects her, but then he opens his mouth.

Stay the Course by aduirne

(Last updated March 4, 2019) 10 chapters

Rey is in her second year at university on a full scholarship as a forensic science major. She plans on working for the FBI one day. She had no plans of letting anyting or anyone gettig her off track. She has no time for alpha/omega drama. Her job at the campus library suits her well since it gives her lots of time to be alone in the old, ornate building she had grown to love. Everything is going rather well for her until one night when she scents someone that makes her pause. She does the only logical thing. She runs like hell.

I Seek My Freedom in the Moonlight by asongforjonsa

(Last updated March 2, 2019) 26 chapters

Rey moves to Chandrila with her step-mom and step-sister. Neither of them know the real reason why she goes for runs on full moons: she's a werewolf. On the first full moon in Chandrila, she runs into a huge black wolf: Kylo Ren. And he has news that will rock her foundation...

A Poetic Match by commandercrouton

*Finished* 2 chapters

It didn’t matter who was here at the moment. The only thing Rey could focus on was that scent. Her wide hazel eyes circled the room as she tried to see the one who was emitting those delectable pheromones. How was no one else in this room reacting? The smell was making her crazy, and she dug her nails into her skin. She would know this scent anywhere. She found him frozen by the podium, staring at her with the same look she knew she was giving him. She felt her thighs clench in anticipation as memories of their last, and only, time together filled her brain. “Rey, is everything okay? Your scent...shifted,” Poe inquired tentatively. “What?” she asked, not willing to take her eyes off the man in front of the room. “Why is Professor Solo staring at you like you killed his pet cat?” At this statement, Rey looked at Poe, realization dawning on her. No, not this, anything but this. This wasn’t a professor. He was something entirely different to her. Alpha.

Your Pretty Little Heart

A Perfectly Good Heart

And corgi makes five by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo)

*Finished* 15 chapters, 3 chapters, One Shot

“Good. Good little Omega.” He says the words against her gland, almost sweetly, and Rey—Rey is going to die. A wonderful, delicious death. Depraved, all of this. Filthy. Beautiful.

It’s physically painful, to be near her. And not to be, too. (Your Pretty Little Heart in Ben's POV)

It’s not about the dog, not really. It’s the name on the plate. Rey gasps. Ben almost recoils. Because there is no way that someone thought it would be a good idea to name a dog—“… Leia Corgana?” Rey’s fingers press against her lips. She is smiling. Then grinning. Then trying not to laugh. Then inevitably failing.

Algorithms by greyorchids

(Last updated Jan 27, 2020) 12 chapters

I run out to the lobby, grabbing my tablet and try to remain cool in the face of Satan in a Suit. “Mr. Ren, how can I help you?” He’s taller and more broad than pictures can translate. His black on black suit seems menacing, not a coincidence, I am sure. He seems a bit taken aback, something I am used to in this male-dominated profession. When most of the employees here come for help with their computers or experience network issues, they don’t expect me to know how to solve their problems. Challenging stereotypes one satisfied customer at a time. He breathes in deep and pauses before he speaks. I think I see the flash of recognition in his eyes but I keep my body still and my face impassive. Yeah, I am an omega, Ren. Get over it. Rey works in the IT Department for a tech company that is recovering from a recent hostile takeover. Ever at odds with the universe, Rey continues to live against the grain by excelling in a male driven industry and by redefining what it means to be omega.

Call You Mine by lovingreylo (PeaceBlessingsPeyton)

(Last updated July 25, 2019) 2 chapters

"The first day he saw her was like an out of body experience. He always felt completely silly when he thought back on it, how he had literally felt time slow or how the world that day seemed to have an extra sparkle to it. Ben sighed again before getting out of the car and heading up the walkway to his parent's house thinking about the day Rey Johnson had come into his life three months ago. How the alpha in him was immediately alarmed at how pale and malnourished she looked, how he just wanted to take care of her, how her smile and the way she laughed at his stupid jokes made his heart want to break out of his chest and offer itself to her." Even though he’s never been in love before, Ben Solo could easily tell you that he’s falling in love with Rey, the girl his parents had taken in off the street. There’s one small problem though, his father tells him that he isn’t good enough for her and to stay away. It works… for a short while anyway.

beyond the fields of wrongdoing and rightdoing (i'll meet you there) by black_facade

(Last updated Sep 23, 2019) 5 chapters

Rey has been a scavenger throughout her life in Jakku. When a dark figure suddenly came into her life, insisting that she was his mate, what could've gone wrong? Especially when it turns out that he was an Emperor and a Prime Alpha. "Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full." ***An Arabian Steampunk AU. With a dash of Omegaverse.

slake. by MalevolentReverie

*Finished* 8 chapters

It's normal for an opposite-designation parent to help their teenager through heat or rut, so why is it so hard for Rey and her widowed father, Ben?

The Hunt by commandercrouton

*Finished* 2 chapters

“Mortals tell the legend of Romulus and Remus, known as demigods who helped create the country of Rome. They were not demigods, but warlocks born to a powerful witch. She was hunted down and destroyed, but not before she begged for protection for her children. Her familiar, Lupa, transformed into a wolf granting her wish. She fed her witch’s children from her breast, creating the first Alpha and Omega in our world. All of us are descendants from those warlocks. Although magic has dwindled in our bloodlines, there are some who still possess it. And those people are us. I invite my omega brothers and sisters, on this rare Blood Moon, to celebrate our designation, and the familiar Lupa, who created us,” she pauses, raising her goblet above her head, signaling for her coven to follow her lead. “Tonight we will mingle with our neighboring Alpha coven. You will meet one another and choose your hunted during The Matching. Remember to save your carnal desires for the forest. To Lupercalia, the festival of the wolves!”

Territory by EdenMiasma

(Last updated June 16, 2019) 1 chapter

Growing up under Ben Solos wing was safe, comfortable, like nothing could ever hurt them. But Rey has to learn her place amongst her peers, and when everyone begins to present things just seem to get harder.

Honeysuckle by LBellicose

*Finished* 18 chapters

For 33 years Dr. Ben Solo has lived as a beta, he was the unlikely child of two Alphas. His life got turned inside out and upside down the day he met Rey, young omega that had been struck by a car and was bleeding out in his emergency room.

You'll Hear Me Howling (Outside Your Door) by HarpiaHarpyja

*Finished* 11 chapters

Father Ben Solo has been a priest at St. Ailbe's parish for the last year. It's a position that provides the structure and control he lacked in his youth, and maybe best of all, a way to wrangle his more unsavory urges as an Alpha. Rey Stafford has just moved to Ontario, hoping to advance at work and adjust to a new life across the Atlantic as an Omega living alone. When an unusual encounter in the confessional leaves them spiraling into a constant routine of advance and retreat, they both begin to struggle against their own baser urges and the ticking time bomb of years of repression.

Some Kind of Trouble by HopelesslyReylo

(Last updated July 16, 2019) 3 chapters

Going into heat, in the middle of the grocery store wasn’t Reys idea of a good time. Things get even more complicated when Ben offers to see her through her heat.

Mating Systems, Reproductive Success, and Sexual Selection in Secretive Species: A Case Study of the Wild Ahch-To Omega by NewerConstellations

(Last updated Feb 22, 2020) 21 chapters

For generations, Omegas have adapted to civilized environments, permanently impacting the expression of their DNA and pheromones. When a group of lost fisherman discovered an isolated population of feral Omegas on the remote island of Ahch-To, it offered a unique and precious opportunity to document their behavior in the wild. Research biologist Dr. Benjamin Solo spent a year living amongst the herd of Ahch-To Omegas and recorded his experiences, particularly his interactions with the Omega subject known as “Rey.” These are his findings.

Let’s See How Far We’ve Come by Fearthefaithful

(Last updated July 5, 2019) 12 chapters

Ben Solo was always angry. Chalk it up to his over active alpha tendencies, or his shitty childhood, but he was always angry. And when Rey walked into his life, it was like gasoline to a fire. She was an annoying little omega who always put him in his place. But now it’s been years, and he’s a raging alpha, and she’s the best thing he’s ever smelt in his life. And all the years of trying to protect her like a sister seem a little different now.

Forbidden Love by LadyErica

(Last updated Sep 20, 2019) 12 chapters

A/O/B modern world Alternate Universe Ben and Rey are siblings. Ben is an Alpha and Rey Omega. Ben has a desire. A wrong desire. After his sister had her first heat at fourteen when she gets her first period. Ben couldn't stop thinking about her. Desire turns to lust. Lust to love. It's forbidden. He was caught with her in away siblings shouldn't be. He is sent to asylum for others like him for his own good.

Lasso by ReyloRobyn2011

*Finished* 11 chapters

Western ABO because who doesn't love some Outlaw Alpha Kylo Ren?

We only live once by P_Dunton

*Finished* 16 chapters

Betrayed by her best friend and boyfriend, Omega Rey finds herself friendless and homeless for the first time in years. Thank god for her amazing boss, Maz who lets her crash above the auto repair shop where she works. Sad and lonely, Rey lets herself be talked into paying the First Order to locate a compatible Alpha Mate for her. As if her year didn’t already suck, of course she would match with the famous Kylo Ren, second in command of the most powerful suppressant production company in the country.

More Than This by LadySansasDirewolf

(Last updated July 1, 2019) 7 chapters

"Ben Solo?""Yes?"The woman slapped the documents into my hand so hard it stung. "Consider yourself served!"...In which Ben and Rey are soulmates who cannot seem to get on the same page.

Oathbreaker by Angelic_Hellraiser

(Last updated Sep 14, 2019) 7 chapters

"Claim me." she whispers, her words hard and final. He shakes his head, angered. "And kill us both? No." Stepping closer, she repeats the words in the high speech of her elvish tongue, voice low and chest brushing against his heavy cuirass. "Garo im, hîr o hûn-nín."

Expect the Unexpected by Arynn

(Last updated Jan 19, 2020) 2 chapters

Rey Ando is working for a legal company that fights for fair treatment and equality within the Alpha/Omega and Beta circles. However, little does anyone else know that she wants to be treated as an Omega submissive like the old days. Things change when she finally meets the mysterious owner of the company she works for, Ben Solo.

Quatervois by Poaxath

(Last updated Sep 12, 2019) 2 chapters

The north and the south have been at war for decades, a never-ending struggle between two sides that will never see eye to eye. In an attempt to negotiate and bring peace to a land ravaged by war, Rey departs on a quest to see if she can somehow help in that endeavour. It may be more than she bargained for, in the form of a marriage to The Dragon King - Kylo Ren.

Seasons of Love by Daisyflo

*Finished* One Shot

After his grandmother's death, Ben discovers he inherited her house. First problem: he isn't the only one. Second problem: his new housemate is an Omega.

No place like home. by HisAngel910

*Finished* 14 chapters

Rey Sanders has worked her entire life to fight against the stereotypes of traditional Omega's. Her design and renovation company helps to build the dream homes of all of her clients. Can she help her newest client Kylo Ren build his dream home? And can she do it before his Alpha drives her wild?

the dreadful need in the devotee by redbelles

*Finished* One Shot

God’s bones, what is happening? He’s smelled heat-scent before, but it’s never affected him like this. Never made him want to rip his armor off so he can feel the omega’s skin against his, never filled him with the visceral need to bite— The thought is like ice water pouring down his spine; it cuts through the haze of heat-scent like a knife, leaving a brutal clarity in its wake. The only omega on this godforsaken journey is the princess. En route to her betrothed and surrounded by a cadre of the realm’s fiercest alphas, the emperor’s granddaughter is going into heat.

Refuse Me by Autonomee

(Last updated Sep 4, 2019) 4 chapters

It’s the most contact she’s received in years, since her Grandpa was still alive. This Alpha’s touch is electric, completely unfamiliar but just what she needs. Her eyes automatically find his, they are molten brown, and everything in her wants to examine those eyes forever and- What am I doing? some sensible part of her screams at herself. Whatever he bids, another part answers. Rey’s plan to live her life to the fullest as an Alpha falls apart when a classmate discovers her secret.

Unbonded, Unbroken by Spiegatrix_Lestrange

(Last updated Nov 26, 2019) 6 chapters

Alderaan city is facing a new, disturbing threat. A powerful crime cartel is kidnapping Omegas, keeping them as prisoners for unspeakable, revolting reasons the local police need to investigate further. Detective Ben Solo goes undercover as Kylo Ren, determined to dismantle the cartel from the inside, but there's a requirement he must fit if he wants to gain the cartel's trust: he must bring an Omega as an offer to the organization. Rey Niima is a young, promising agent who knows exactly how hard an Omega's life can be. When the opportunity occurs to give her contribution to saving her fellow Omegas from the cartel's grasp, she volunteers immediately, determined to help Detective Solo with any means necessary.

Mine by assortedfruitsnacks212

(Last updated Sep 3, 2019) 3 chapters

The duel between Kylo and Finn in the snow, reframed as a fight over Omega Rey. It’s sexy. The end. Then Kylo whisks Rey away from Starkiller Base. Cue SMUTTY SMUT SMUT with MINIMAL PLOT. Marked "dubcon" because TFA Kylo isn't a gentleman...yet.

A good brother by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Ben is home alone with Rey, taking care of his little sister as the good brother he is. Everything goes as usual on a Saturday night, oh at least that is what Ben thinks, until Rey is going into preheat…

Blow your smoke to fog up the mirror (write our name in hearts) by reygrets

(Last updated Sep 3, 2019) 9 chapters

Of course, this lecture is on the opposite side of the spacious campus, and she’s practically running from the titillating two-hour long Thermodynamics class. It was an introductory session, mostly that ‘get to know you’ crap and going over the syllabus, but the content she saw listed was a high that would carry her through anything--- even classic lit with Professor Solo. Or so Rey had thought, trying to slip into the lecture-hall without drawing too much attention. Unfortunately for Rey, the doors are heavy, old, and they slam even when you try to shut them gently. The man standing at the head of the class stares her down, and oh no. Rey's hot teacher (who probably already hates her) is an Alpha.

A Tale of Tooth and Claw

A Tale of Monsters and Legends by Khawapashi

*Finished* (Last updated Nov 24, 2019) 32 chapters, 30 chapters

Rey experiences her first heat in the middle of a crowded convention and is rescued by a dashing, dark-haired stranger. Kylo takes things too fast, because he's an intense, emotional idiot. The Knights of Ren are fun, especially Kylo's most loyal 'Knight'. Hux is the devil as always. The Skywalker-Organa-Solo family drama is... complicated.

“What the fuck, Argent, Rey is in heat -" The phone slid suddenly from his boneless grip, and Rey gathered herself up on her knees, fingers quickly working open the leather fastenings keeping her gagged. Kylo fell to his knees and she was there, wrapping herself around him from behind, murmuring nonsense words to calm him. “He’s back," he whispered. “Luke Skywalker."

Post: Part 1

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IC.

character. i’m applying for peridot! 

name. nadezhda aleksandrovna corvin(us).

age. 499 years old (and very excited to celebrate her half-millenium soon enough).

gender & pronouns. cis female, she/her pronouns.

BIO.

i. 

you were born at dawn. ominous, considering your species — but that was never how your father saw it. his first-born child, entering the world at dawn. to him, it held a different meaning. the dawn of a new era, the next generation. maybe it wasn’t the most creative metaphor, but it surely stuck. not to add that of all things, your name also meant hope. 

                          ( really, dad, what is it with these tropes? )

you were, to vampires, essentially the crown princess — and you were surely raised as proudly as one. descended from the originals themselves, arrogance was practically in your blood. power, beauty, riches, all were laid at your feet. maybe you were a little debauched every now and then, maybe you were just a little wilder than the rest, maybe you indulged a little too often. who could really blame you for it? you wore a crown, not a set of shackles. 

perhaps this is where your reputation started, in the earlier decades of your life. for others it would be chalked up to reckless youth, but as aleksander’s heir, you should have been taught better. though you’d never say it to his face ( or anyone’s face, for that matter ) in part, you think your father is to blame. 

since you could understand, you were told about the horrors of lycans, how those despicable monsters were trying to destroy everything you held dear, your very legacy. you hated them, truly, wholeheartedly hated them. 

but then again, it’s very easy to hate that which you do not know. 

ii. 

in a way, you were coddled. 

you were taught to hate lycans, to see them as abominations. you were taught how to kill them, too. a direct descendant of the originals might be powerful, but it also made you a target — so knowing how to defend yourself was one of the first things your father made sure you knew. 

          ( you also kind of enjoyed it, the training, the fighting. you rarely took                                       anything seriously in those early decades, except for that )

but for all your flaming hatred, for all the ways you knew how to use your silver blades and drive them home, you had never, actually seen a lycan, much less fought one. pampered, that’s what your father’s advisers called you. scoffing, you turned on your heel and complained to your mother — because that, is definitely not what pampered children did. 

looking back, even centuries later, you feel somewhat embarrassed at that youthful arrogance.

iii.

something had started nagging at you. before, you did not notice the disappointed stares some of the older vampires gave you. the way a lot of them did not take you seriously. the raised eyebrows and whispered comments. you were too caught up in your own hubris to recognize how maybe, just maybe, they did not see you as the golden-crowned heir you thought you were. 

“she has never even seen a lycan,” was one of the most common whispers you managed to overhear. annoyance turned to anger — and when someone thought lesser of you, you could not help but prove them the opposite. 

you convinced your mother to take a trip with you. quality time was your reasoning to her, but that piece of gossip you heard about a lone lycan in the area was most definitely involved in the decision. the death dealers had bigger problems to worry about to bother, but not you. 

this was when you realized they had been right all along. arrogant, pampered, stupid, even — if you were being really honest. 

there were six lycans, not one.

they damn near ripped your throat out.

your mother was left in so many bits and pieces after they finished with her, there was barely enough left to put in a casket for burial.

iv. 

at the age of sixty-seven, you were responsible for your mother’s death. for a human, that is an incredibly generous age to lose a parent at — but for an immortal… well, it was a tragedy to say the least.

you barely spoke the first few months after she was killed. they assumed you were innocent in the whole affair, that this was an ambush by the lycans to strike aleksander where it hurt most, they even praised you for managing to kill four of them by yourself. you let them. 

where you had been so fiercely, wildly alive ( as much alive as any vampire can be, that is ) before, there was now an empty shell. you were to blame for what happened and that was something you could not shake. the others mistook your guilt with a need for vengeance and suggested you join the death dealers. even your father encouraged it, though then again, a man who had just lost his wife might not be in the soundest state of mind. 

you accepted their offer. you hoped that killing those monsters would fill the gaping hole inside your chest. that it would make you feel better to brutalize them in the same way they did your mother.

and for a while, it did.

v. 

death is easy, living is the hard part. 

when you killed one of them, it was always easy. not the actual fight towards that kill, though you quickly learned your way into that as well, but the act of taking a life. you saw them as a stain on this earth, and why should that not be eradicated? your ancestors certainly thought so. 

with another two siblings joining the mix, your father had his attention elsewhere. you started to indulge in life a bit more again, to take the edge off, but never like before. you had learned your lesson there. 

no one knew you well enough to see that smiles never reached your eyes, kisses were rarely genuine, and even blood didn’t satisfy you at times. 

maybe you were still seen as more of a warrior than a future ruler, but there was a bit more respect for you in the coven now. you seemed to have dedicated your life to destroying the monsters that haunted them, the bare start of a legacy that was worthy to follow up your father’s. 

                            ( but nothing is ever that simple, is it? )

vi.

you fucked up again. this time, you managed not to endanger or cause the death of anyone else, but still found yourself in a situation that should have meant the end for you. 

trapped in a lycan nest, where a pack of twenty roamed all around, you found yourself alone, without any silver weapons and enough poisoned bites that you were delirious enough to hallucinate your dead mother — you know it’s bad when you hallucinate your dead mother. 

that was supposed to have been your end and you knew it too. preparing to go out in a blaze of glory worthy of the corvinus line ( nothing less was to be expected, you could not shame your father, even in death ) you found a hand clamped over her mouth, just before you were about to out the smart ass comment that introduced your death scene. always so dramatic.

it was a lycan who had silenced you. captured. a much more anticlimatic death than you had wanted, that was your first thought. 

but instead of taking you over to the other flea-bags to be tortured for the next couple hours, he pointed you towards the exit.

vii. 

your view of lycans has always been very simple: 

they were monsters. 

that’s what your father had always told you. that was what your entire life was built around from the moment you could understand what others were talking about. that was what they affirmed when they killed your mother. they surely did not have feelings, they should not even be capable of mercy. that was what monsters were, that was how they lived. 

so why did one of them save your life?

viii.

in the end, the experience changed you enough that you quit the death dealers. your reasons were simple, because like hell would you tell them about what happened. but the heir putting down her sword to focus on the other facets that came with leadership? that seemed understandable enough. 

                     ( it wasn’t even a full-on lie, you did pick up an interest in politics,                                                                   in history — in the art of being a ruler )

but really, when the monsters you’ve always seen as soulless, capable of nothing except evil, save your life, that’s bound to shift a person’s worldview. confusing was an understatement for your feelings back then. you learned more about lycans, things not always taught by your father or tutors, things that made them seem almost… human. 

scared of what this revelation brought, you hid it in a little corner of your mind, rarely ever a focus, ignored, even. instead, you put your energy into something you had always put off because it was boring. studying. you wanted to stay true to your excuse, that you wanted to become a better heir to your fathers’ empire — and it didn’t turn out to be that awful.

ix. 

you never really knew what the catalyst was to bring back your doubts. 

after your stint as a death dealer and actual starting interest in being a proper first-in-line to the great aleksander corvin, there was a more serious, authoritative air to you. plenty vampires still saw you as the arrogant, reckless youth you were in your first century of life, but you knew better now. 

for the most part, anyway.

so what made you so quiet when the others spoke about those dirty fleabags? why do you flinch when you hear a death dealer discuss their kill of a young lycan pup? what causes that hollow look in your eyes when someone mentions blood traitors, such as your adopted sibling?

did it start when you ended the life of a lycan prisoner before they could torture him to death? was it maybe even kyanite, when they were banished and you lost someone you didn’t even know you had been relying on?

you can no longer fully ignore what you know to be true, it tears you up inside.

x.

you were born at dawn. 

your father saw it as a sign that you would break in the dawn of a new era for your kind, he named you hope for that very reason. the question remains on what that new era will be like. do you hold onto your bloodline, your father, to all that your legacy is supposed to be? or do you cast off the bloodshed, all the centuries of death and destruction at the risk of losing everything?

it seems you have a choice to make.

[harper-penn-happens]

Jealousy...

Just a Hunter/Alkar drabble with my hunter Namir. Poly-ship & Omen mentioned. Enjoy?

Jealousy…

A deep rumbling growl, very nearly a purr, thrummed through the living room. Namir could feel the vibrations of it in his arms and his chest as he encircled the lithe muscular form he had draped himself over. He smiled gently against powerful shoulders, before bracing his lithe frame on his elbows; stretching upwards to press soft reverent kisses along the back of a neck, trailing to the crown of a head where he could breath in the scent of fresh rain and animal musk. Little words of praise fell from his lips, soft whispers meant for his beloved, who squirmed under him in pleasure at all the attention.

“Would you please fucking cut that out?” An irritated voice cut in from the kitchen area.

Namir immediately looked up from where he was lounging across Echo's back in front of the fireplace, his bright blue eyes finding Alkar standing at the small island with a half finished sandwich and an irritated scowl firmly in place. The Hunter and his feline companion had just come back from a fruitless search for a field boggart, a search that naturally had to occur on a day when it was raining buckets. Both Namir and the leopard were now toweled down (Namir also having stripped to just his harem pants and collar), blissfully drinking in the warmth of the blaze. He'd asked the half-lycan to join them of course but Alkar had brushed off the invitation.

It was something Namir had noticed was happening more frequently since the wolf had started living with them in the house he'd finally broken down and bought so he could leave those scratchy tavern sheets behind for good. And so he could stop having to sneak Alkar and Omen up to his room at the tavern like a dirty secret. He loved them both and the last thing the Hunter wanted was for the two amazing men in his life to think they were anything less to him than partners. Equals in every way including the right to come and go, or live side by side, as they wished. But now…

Alkar’s ears flicked irritably under Namir's narrowed gaze. “What?” he snapped, picking up his sandwich and coming over to sit on the couch to finish it.

Namir watched the wolf's gait intently, but kept his expression carefully pleasant in spite of his lovers attitude. If there was one thing Namir had learned over recent months with Alkar it was that the lycan was never cross without a reason no matter how out of left field his mood might seem to others. He was bothered, and heaven knew he'd never just come out and say why, so Namir decided to take it as the challenge it so clearly was. Alkar would, after deciding he really did love and trust him, present little challenges like this. He just wanted a little push back; a little reminder and yes maybe proof that Namir was wise to him.

“What-what?” He asked cheerfully, relaxing back down to lay draped over his big cat. It hardly escaped him that Alkar's shoulders tightened briefly as he did; that little wrinkle between his brows deepening. Oh he was glad to push. But he would damn well do it on his terms.

Alkar was hardly an idiot. He was being baited by his lover and that shit was SO not on. He snorted and took a bite of his sandwich, ignoring the playful question, his tail twitching beside him. He wasn’t going to give himself away this time. No way.

Oh but then didn't the Hunter just have to shrug, lithe muscles sliding under that cinnamon brown skin. His exposed ink giving the illusion that he too had glorious rosettes patterning him… part man, part animal. Namir never complained about his attitudes; just always outlasted them somehow and waited until he was ready… no. Waited until he needed to share. Alkar could feel his heart softening at the thought, crimson eyes turning less sullen. At least until he watched those elegant hands card their way through thick plush inky fur. Watched Namir return to placing sweet soppy kisses over Echo's broad head as the sound of purrs began to reverberate again.

Namir had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling as a loud growl came from the couch. He pretended not to notice, burying his face in Echo's pelt and shifting with her as she rolled to enjoy the warmth of the hearth belly first. “Such a beautiful girl.” He murmured, testing his theory a bit more and hearing the distinct sound of a sandwich being forcefully put down. He looked back over his shoulder to see Alkar glaring daggers at them with a hard frown on his scarred lips.

“Is there a problem with the food?” He asked kindly.

“No. I just found myself loosing my fucking appetite.” Was the wolf's annoyed reply.

Namir rolled himself so he was back to back with his cat, facing Alkar and propping himself up on one elbow, resting his head at a thoughtful angle. His black and white mane loose, like he only ever did here. At home. For them. “I see. That's troubling. Are you feeling ill?” he asked patiently. Watching as his lovers glaring turned into something a little softer.

“No, I'm not sick.” Alkar told him, honestly and a lot less sharply. He felt his face heat up as the young Hunter rewarded him with a languid smile. Something slow and just so damned pleased looking that it never failed to turn him into butter. Knowing that he inspired it, even for something as simple as adjusting his tone.

“Well that's good I suppose.” Namir said, cocking his head, little strands of white falling carelessly across his bright blue eyes. “Still, to loose your appetite so suddenly isn't a good thing. Sure you're not feeling a little green?”

The blush and stricken look that flashed over the wolf's handsome face was nothing short of adorable to Namir, but before Alkar could do more than sputter he added- “Around the gills I mean. C’mere,” he flashed a grin, patting the rug he was sprawling on. “Why don't you come warm me up some more? See if we can bring your appetite back?”

Alkar looked seriously tempted… for a moment. Then leaned back into the couch with a rough snort and folded his arms. “Nah. You look like you've got all the company you need.” He said, definitely NOT pouting as he jerked his chin towards the big cat lounging behind Namir. Echo (mostly oblivious to the trouble she had stirred up) simply yawned extravagantly and wriggled to lay on her back. Alkar was then treated to the sight of his Hunter’s eyebrows arching up towards his hairline as his own stomach plummeted. Shit. How did he do it?

Namir bit his full lower lip, just watching the look of ‘oh crap' steal across Alkar's handsome features as he was caught out. That the lycan could be so accepting with him and Omen together, or even on the few occasions that Finn decided to tease them, yet be utterly envious of his pet… it was pretty damned cute. A pretty damn cute problem he was going to nip in the bud right now. Namir didn’t tease him or call him out. He just slid to his feet, bare soles whispering over the wood and various colorful soft woven rugs, strolling over to the couch and never breaking contact with those ruby eyes. Not even as he straddled his lover's lap and settled his hands over those broad shoulders, rubbing at the sides of his neck as Alkar flushed darker and finally had to look away.

“Let me make this clear,” Namir began, softly, his voice warm like the fire behind him. Like the wolf under him.

“If I invite you over, it means I want you by my side. Company or no company. If I don't then you're to understand from here on out that you are fully welcome anyway. And lastly…”

Namir tilted his head and leaned sideways until he could recapture Alkar's eyes, seeing the little hint there still of fear. Like he was waiting for the condition to be placed, for Namir to tell him when he wouldn't be accepted. It was much fainter than before, and the young Hunter was determined to keep working until it never troubled his beloved's heart again. Not where he and Omen were concerned at least.

“Last, but not least. I will never not spoil my baby girl over there.” He informed Alkar as his tone slid into something deeper. “But if you ever want to be spoiled too you only have to ask.” Namir purred, his hands tangling in those brown locks, feeling for and finding fluffy pointed ears to massage them firmly. It earned him a groan and soft curse as two strong hands took hold of his hips, which he began to roll as he dipped in for a kiss. Something soft and tender, nose to nose and smiling at one another.

“I-huh. I thought that's what I did?” Alkar finally managed, growling and starting to rock in time, about two seconds from ripping off Namir's pants and his own. He was rewarded with a laugh. Something light and loving and so at odds with the passionate kiss that followed it; with the rocking and those clever hands roaming down over his throat, loosening his vest and shirt.

“Not quite. But thankfully I've learned to read you loud and clear.” Namir murmured, his breath playing over Alkar's face but still not breathless enough for the lycan who'd finally yanked at those pants to reach more of his cooler silken skin.

“You're adorable when you're jealous though, pup.” Namir added, before the wolf under him swiftly became the wolf over him with a wild growl and delicious little threats that they both knew Alkar wouldn't follow up on.

[oneandahalfwolf]

happy birthday to @tigresswraith​, the mun behind @hellishtrickster​.

Winter had arrived once more. The wind had an icy bite and snow was starting to fall, lightly for now but eventually would cover the region in a thick blanket.

Also once more, Benkai'l and Orianna were heading to Neverwinter to rent a cabin for the season. They had met up earlier to go on one last adventure before settling down for a long and much needed rest. An adventure together.

They'd taken a freelance job from the town noticeboard, a kobold nest in the local mines. The siblings had taken care of the infestation and headed back to collect their extra coin before moving on to the inn for a drink to celebrate a job well done. They still had a day before their cabin was ready, what better way to spend it than getting blind drunk.

They entered the inn and Ben directed Ori over to a booth with their things while they headed over to the bar. Arden greeted them warmly and instructed his assistant, a young man very new to the job, to fetch two large tankards of his finest ale - on the house of course - while he asked the wolf-kin about their exploits with ‘that blasted nest’. Ben happily told a short, but still impressive sounding, tale to the barkeep as he poured them a shot of Lycan Whiskey. While it wasn’t the only ‘werewolf proof’ (as in alcohol that could beat a werewolf’s fast metabolism and get them drunk rather than alcohol that a werewolf was immune to - which was most other alcohol really) beverage available, Arden could tell Ben wanted to start slow today, wanted to last well into the night. But that didn’t mean the kid didn't deserve a good buzz to begin the afternoon.

Ben accepted the shot and knocked it back with no trouble, hissing slightly at the pleasant burn the drink left behind as it travelled down their throat. They inhaled and opened their eyes, irises flashing yellow as warmth pooled in their belly. They gave Arden a big grin and the man laughed heartily, clapping them on the shoulder. His new hire finally returned with the tankards and the wolf-kin took them with a nod before heading back over to their sister. They placed her drink in front of her before sitting in the seat across and taking a swig of their own.

They made a face as the set the tankard back down, brows furrowing. The drink had a slight bitter taste they didn't remember this ale having. But it was gone as quickly as it came, washed away by a sweetness that made their tongue tingle. Orianna gave them a quizzical look but they just smiled and shrugged. The tiefling accepted it and the siblings soon devolved into quiet conversation, intermittently drinking from their tankards.

About halfway through their drink Ben started to feel lightheaded , something that shouldn't be happening after such a small amount of a drink that wouldn't so much as get them tipsy after ten let alone half a tankard. The wolf-kin made a soft groan and scrunched up their face, one hand going to their head as the other went to their stomach when a dull pain shot through both. Ori made a teasing remark but they didn't hear it. They were starting to feel sick, sweat beading on their skin as a hot and feverish sensation started to make itself known, body beginning to ache and hands shaking much worse than usual. It all felt somewhat familiar, reminding them of when they were much younger, when they had wandered off from their Mama in wolf form while on a walk in the forest and eaten a flower they shouldn't have. One that had made them very ill.

Their eyes widened and their blood ran cold as realisation hit them. They stood suddenly, almost knocking the table over and stumbling slightly as they tried to get out of the booth, but immediately froze as their body locked up. All the colour drained from their face as they swayed on the spot, mouth agape as all words caught in their throat. They could hear blood rushing in their ears as their gaze flicked to Ori, eyes filled with fear.

“Alchemist,” was the only word the managed to croak out before their eyes rolled back in their head and the wolf-kin keeled over, hitting the wooden floor with a loud thud.

“Kai!”

Orianna rushed over to her brother’s limp form, worry and concern now full blown panic. Golden eyes were wide as she shook them, trying desperately to rouse them. But her attempts did nothing and she could only watch in horror as a trickle of black liquid escaped from the corner of their mouth. Arden joined her, face drained of colour as his own fear at the situation showed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… I’m not sure.” The tiefling’s voice was quiet, eyes trained solely on the wolf-kin on the floor. She had an inkling but she didn't want to voice it. In case it was wrong, or perhaps because admitting it made it real and meant things could be dire - she wasn't sure. “But they said ‘alchemist’ before they fell.”

“Then you better get them there then,” Arden said softly, clapping the tiefling on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “And don’t worry, I’ll look after your things lass. You just take care of the wee pup.”

Orianna nodded robotically before scooping up Ben to carry them bridal style and then hurrying out the door. She sprinted as fast as she could with the, thankfully light, werewolf in her arms, down the road towards the alchemist - not giving the other denizens another thought as they were forced to leap out of her way. She ignored their indignant shouts and reached the door she seeked. The tiefling kicked the door hard repeatedly, since her hands were busy, and hoped the alchemist was in. The gods were on her side when she heard an exasperated shout from the other side, though she didn’t let up her incessant banging.

Eventually, after what seemed like an age though it was probably only a few seconds, the door flew open and a rather grumpy looking elf in green robes glared at her from inside. His expression changed when he saw the sight before him - the stricken tiefling panting hard and the pale figure cradled in her arms.

“Help,” Orianna said desperately, “Please.”

The alchemist paused for a brief moment before nodding and ushering the red woman in quickly. Ori moved through the doorway and the elf shut the door behind her before urging her to place his new patient on the table in the next room. The tiefling did so and tried to settle Ben comfortably, needing to do something that could be helpful given she felt so helpless. However the elf soon pushed her out of the way - Orianna having to resist hissing at him for it - so he could examine the skinny person now on his table.

“Tell me about my patient.” The elf was blunt but when it came to trying to urgently save lives sometimes tact took a backseat.

“Their name’s Benkai’l. They’re a wolf-kin, and a werewolf. We were drinking at the inn. They only had half a tankard when they started to act funny. They stood up, asked for an alchemist, and then fell over.”

The elf nodded along with her as he moved around the table. He placed a hand to the wolf-kin's forehead and felt the heat from the fever they were clearly under immediately, also noting their pale complexion yet oddly shiny and rosy cheeks. He saw the trickle of black liquid on their chin and peeled back their lips, seeing elongated fangs that were stained with the same blackness. Unconscious transformation and onyx ichor already was a bad sign. He opened their eyelids and thankfully saw grey irises, as well as pupils that responded to the change in light. Some good news at least. He gave a firm nod to himself before scampering over to his work station.

“It's as I feared,” he said as he pulled various vials off the shelves and placed them onto the desk in front of him. “Your friend -”

“Brother.” The man raised a brow but didn't say anything. He'd seen many a strange family in his time, so this was nothing new.

“Your brother has been poisoned. With wolfsbane.”

Orianna felt her heart sink as her suspicions were confirmed. While she'd only ever witnessed Ben be hit by non-lethal or knockout wolfsbane, she knew the horror stories of the flower and its effect on werewolves. Her brother had told her some of their own, and now she had to witness it first hand.

“Can you fix this?”

“Perhaps,” said the alchemist as he placed ingredients into a mortar before crushing them with a pestle, adding splashes of liquid from three different vials and finally stirring. “First I need to purge the poison, get whatever hasn’t been absorbed into their bloodstream out of their body. Do that and it will give them more time, a better chance. It will also allow me to get a better idea of how much of a toll the poison has already taken on their body.”

The elf placed the pestle down and picked up the mortar, before bringing it over to his patient. He propped up the werewolf’s head and then carefully poured the mixture down their throat. Orianna moved closer, protective instincts kicking in, her eyes trained on the alchemist’s every move before they flicked to Ben as he moved back and placed the mortar down.

It was lucky she had moved forward as suddenly Ben's eyes snapped open, their irises now glowing bright yellow, and they twisted their body so the could lean over the side of the table, the only thing saving them from pitching right off it was Orianna's hand now grasping the back of their shirt. The air was filled with the horrible sound of retching as Ben vomited up thick black liquid onto the floor before, eventually, they collapsed back onto the table, unconscious once more. Ori gently pulled the wolf-kin onto their back again and wiped their chin free of residue with her shirt, not caring that it was getting stained. The alchemist checked their eyes again, pleased to see they'd gone back to grey, before looking at the splattered mess on the floor. His jaw clenched and his face hardened when he saw blood mixed in with the expelled ichor. He licked his lips and turned to Orianna with a grim expression, placing his hands on the table as he leant against it.

“You have a choice to make,” the elf said gravely. The tiefling tilted her head in confusion.

“A choice?” The alchemist nodded.

“I can give them a basic antidote made of the Nine Herbs, but there’s no guarantee it would cure them. This particular wolfsbane may be too powerful for such a simple antidote. The only way to be certain would be to find the exact strain of wolfsbane that was used to poison them. If you find that, then they I can synthesise a specific cure with no problems. However if you failed to find it, then we’d be forced to use the basic antidote and the longer we leave it, the less effective it will be.”

“Can’t we just give them the basic one now, and then the specific one later when I find it.” The elf shook his head.

“Unfortunately not. The two potions cannot both be administered as some of the ingredients do not mix well together, while others are in both and would lead to an overdose of said ingredient. They would end up dying anyway.” The alchemist sighed and glanced at his patient before turning back to the tiefling with a grim expression. “That’s your choice. Either I give them the basic antidote now and hope it’s enough, or you find the wolfsbane they were poisoned with and get it to me as soon as possible so I can make the cure. You have to make the decision.”

Orianna had to fight to keep her breathing steady at this grave revelation. She looked down at her brother - their face paler than usual, dark circles around their eyes even darker and shinier, their blue tinged lips now stained with blackness - and clenched her jaw. There was no way she was going to let them die. She had refused before when they were a self-destructive mess, she wasn’t about to let it happen when they weren’t to blame. She looked back up at the elf, golden eyes hard with resolve.   

“I will find the person responsible,” the tiefling growled,  “and I will make them give me the flower they used to poison my little brother.” The elf couldn’t help but smile and nodded sagely, accepting her choice.

“Very well, I’ll begin making the cure while you go and find the most important ingredient. Just remember, be quick. It’s hard to say how much time they have. But I don’t see it being more than a few hours.”

Orianna nodded before turning back to Ben. She bent down and, after sweeping sweat soaked hair away, placed a kiss to their forehead, stomach dropping when she felt the skin beneath her lips blazing hot instead of the usual freezing cold.

“I’ll be back soon Kai. Just hold on okay.”

She gave their hand a squeeze before finally taking the courage to leave them in the alchemists care, letting go and heading towards the door. She marched quickly and purposefully back towards the inn. That’s where Ben had gotten sick, she would bet all the coin she had that’s where the person who poisoned them was too. She had a suspicion based on the events that had transpired, and again she’d bet on herself being right.

When she reached the door she kicked it open and stepped inside. All talk ceased, the air palpable, tension thick. Heat wafted off Oriannas body, the immediate area around her form hazy. She turned to Arden, gaze steely. She knew it wouldn’t have been him, but he would know who.

“Who poured our drinks?” Her tone was hard and left no room for arguments.

Arden frowned and looked over to his new barkeep, who was standing at the other end of the bar, leaning against it next to a couple of young men around a similar age - likely his friends. The tiefling set her jaw and stalked over to him, placing her hands on the bar and leaning in close. His friends seemed to scoot back, and while the man himself tried to remain nonchalant, Ori could see the sweat breaking out on his forehead and the fear in his eyes.

“Why did you do it?”

“What?” the man said with a shrug and a smirk that Orianna wanted to punch off his face. “It was just a prank. He’s only a stupid wolf-kin. He’ll get sick and then be fine.”

Orianna growled, barely restraining the urge to roar in his face, and reached out, grabbing the lapels of his shirt and pulling him clean over the bar. The man giving a loud yelp that quickly turned into a grunt and a thud as the tiefling slammed him into the ground. The fabric of his shirt started to smoulder, golden eyes boring into his as she yanked him back up towards her a little, face inches from his.

“They’re a werewolf too you imbecile! You poisoned them!” The man at least had the sense to pale. “Where is it!? Where’s the wolfsbane you used!?”

“It’s behind the bar,” he said pointing in said direction, “Under the ale, behind the jerky jars.” Arden immediately moved to said location, unnoticed by the man who simply gave the tiefling a sneer. “If you ask me, it’s better off dead. It’s kind don’t belong here. Besides you’re the only one who cares if that mutt dies hell spawn.”

“You're wrong there,” came Arden's gruff voice, no longer kind and soft but harsh and full of underlying rage. The man looked over at him, swallowing at the hard look on his face, before craning his head back to see pretty much the entirety of the tavern patrons - bar his friends - standing tall and staring down at him with equally hateful and angry expressions. The barkeep held the small vial with half of a dark purple flower inside it to Ori. “We'll take care of this pathetic weasel lass. You go take this to the pup.”

Orianna looked back over to the group of patrons, who had moved closer with a few cracking their knuckles and glaring down at the spineless man who had hurt one of their own, and couldn't help but smile a little. She let go of the man's shirt, letting him crumple to the ground, and grabbed the vial from Arden before rushing back out the door without looking back, the desperate attempts. of the man to beg his way out of whatever was to come music to her ears.

She hurried back to the alchemist, wasting no time in knocking as she burst through the door and headed back to where she'd left the elf and Ben. Her breathing hitched and she stopped in her tracks when she laid eyes on her brother, looking so much worse for wear already. Their claws had come out, though only on their left hand, and the black ichor had started to trickle from one of their nostrils as they struggled for breath, rattling and shallow gasps barely escaping their stained lips.

“Over here child,” the alchemist said, breaking her stupor as he urged her over to his work station. “Hurry.”

Orianna rushed over and handed him the vial. The elf quickly uncorked it and tipped the contents into the mortar before grinding what was left of the flower down into a fine powder. He added that to the large beaker that held the rest of the ingredients and finally stirring everything together. The potion turned from a pale green to the same dark purple that the flower had been. Happy the alchemist took the beaker and walked back to Ben, tilting their head and pouring the specialised antidote down their throat before gently placing their head back onto the pillow.

The tiefling cautiously moved closer, eyes trained intently on Ben as she held her breath. She could see their claws slowly start to retract and their fangs follow suit, but still their eyes remained closed. Her heart was beginning to sink when finally she was met with the sight of grey pupils as the wolf-kin woke with a deep inhale. Orianna couldn't help but laugh with relief, crouching down beside the table and taking hold of Ben's hand in both her own. She watched their gaze dart about the room before finally settling on her as she provided a point of focus. They looked at her with bleary confusion before they seemed to realise they were somewhere different, that things had changed since they were last conscious.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Ori couldn't help laugh again. That was Ben all over. Literally on their deathbed and asking if someone else was okay. She leaned forward and gave them a kiss to the forehead.

“I'm fine Kai, you just get some rest okay.”

The werewolf didn't seem to have the energy to question or argue, so despite still looking confused they just nodded their head before letting it fall back onto the pillow. Orianna gave another kiss to the back of their hand, not once letting go as she took vigil by their bedside, eventually sitting in a chair the alchemist provided but other than that remaining there, right beside her little brother.

[lycanspirited]

Refusing your Powers [Drabble]

While Anubis and Shirou are busy with Olivar and magic at his house, the two younger werewolves rolled down the line. After problems with brakes and more switches the two had recovered the cars they left a few days ago.

“Soo...” Asher broke the silence the two had for a while.

“What?” Jasper looked over then back down the line.

“Do you really think some evil god is after us? First meeting Cobalt and his dad then apparently their evil family member is after us? All cause we are close to Cobalt?” He kicked back, letting his boots rest on the small desk of the engine.

“It isn’t just some god,” The voice caused both to turn to the opening door that lead to the engine doors as Cobalt enters, shifted and holding a burger in one paw. “He’s literally the god of chaos and thunderstorms.”

“How the fuck?” Both said feeling their hearts race.

“Did you really just ask that?” He deadpans and leans on the back switch panel. “Cobalt, son of Anubis, literally can do magic.”

The two stared abit longer at the food. “What? I picked this up before I teleported here, spawned food never tastes...right. You know that Jasper.” Jasper didn’t say anything only now looking down the rail.

“I don’t want to get involved.” Jasper said, trying not to look at Cobalt, but could feel his eyes staring at him. “This is between you and your...uncle?”

“This is between you, your family, and my uncle, Ashwolf. Whether you like it or not. You haven’t even told Asher what your family can do, have you?” He narrows his eyes. “You still don’t accept your own family ties!”

Jasper threw the brakes on the train and stood staring down at Cobalt, jabbing a figure into his chest. “I accept I am related to the very first Werewolf, nothing more, nothing less.”

Asher was almost thrown from his seat as the train came to a halt. He looked over at the two, worried. “Cobalt, are you saying...” He was already putting two and two together.

“Hmm!” He nodded. “The Ashwolf family not only are full blooded Lycans. They have access to magic, one of the rarest ones; Lightning!” He threw his paws up, now pointed at Jasper.

“I don’t care if your mother died trying to access magic, she wasn’t an Ashwolf. YOU are! You can! You have great power at your finger tips and yet you cast it away all cause your mother was a fool!” Cobalt yelled right in Jasper’s face, Asher shrinking in his seat.

Jasper sharp blue steel eyes stared right into Cobalt’s. “My mother was told that ALL werewolves can do magic, when she tried it stopped her heart, she died on the spot. I had to bury her. No one would believe that she shocked herself.” He huffed loudly.

“I refuse to use something that would kill me.”

“You refuse to protect yourself! You can’t kill Seth with bullets. If I could see the future I would see a battle with you in the center facing Seth, Asher and Shirou at your side.” Cobalt shook his head looking at Asher. His face softened, he tilted his head.

The way Asher had curled himself up to ‘hide’ from the yelling and screaming. A ting of a memory, at the back of his head, a scared pup in a world not meant for him. He walked over and set a paw on Asher’s shoulder, looking forward. Jasper didn’t really take note and sat back down, starting the train once again.

[marquis-teren-kiden]

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum (hah!)

[I know you think this can’t be turned into something highly inappropriate and deserving of the NSFW Flag. I assure you, my dear. You are incorrect. :) ]

                                   [N.S.F.W. A.F. Beneath the cut.]

Months. I’d gone more than two months without the tactile sensations that real warm bodies produce; the boreal environment making even my intermittent liaisons spent feeding Lycan far less enjoyable than past affairs between us had been. 

Nonetheless, it was not my Guardian I’d longed to feel before or beneath me. It was my beloved Wolf, who’s taut, leanly muscular frame beckoned me from our bath at the Wayfarer’s Inn with all the alure of a Nymph near her tree.

I love the smell of him in my nostrils. Even fresh from the bath, the musky aroma of the earth and the verdant things of the woodlands cling to Elias as if he were born with their scent upon him. 

Bowing my head, I savor the taste of his neck beneath my tongue as his breath quickens and his body flushes a deep crimson hue. Closing my eyes, as my lips move languidly lower to sample the firm nubs of his nipples - catching them between my teeth as I tease at them with soft suckling and warm breath - It feels as if the Summer sun has settled upon our naked bodies. 

It is merely the hearthfire nearby, emanating a heat which pales in comparison to that stirring between the two of us as I continue my casual exploration of his body. 

He writhes and wriggles beneath my thumbs and fingers as they steal his nipples from my mouth and I continue my meander along the several grooves embedded in the plane of his perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles; which I feel I have never fully appreciated. Until here. Until now. This moment, wherein I trace each line and minor scar with my lips and tongue as his whimpers slip like honey into my ears. His restless hips gyrate beneath me as if to beckon me lower still, but, I much prefer to see and hear Elias’s more desperate pleas for merciful release, and so I remain fixed along the sheer delight of his body. This perfection he offers so freely to me - shifting beneath me like a Siren song to lure me.. closer. Deeper.*Turn over.* I murmur, to the faint sound of dismay issuing forth like a pup parted from that which gives it the greatest of securities. 

*I want you. All of you. Now.* he shares to me through our deep-seeded psionic connection, the gnawing hunger and breathless sincerity he imparts making clear between us both that there is little I might ask he would not comply with in this moment, if it meant the feel of our bodies fitted together. 

In answer, I offer only a single rotation of my index finger in his line of sight, which elicits another pleading whimper. One day, my Love, you will learn my own weakness, and these games will be far more difficult for me to restrain myself in. For now, however, – He turns over as I’ve instructed, his hips still restless as he shares his ass to me; clamping his teeth hard to his lower lip in hopes that this fine temptation will suffice where his pleading has failed.

Withdrawing from a nearby drawer a container of flavored massage oil, I pour it out over my left palm, setting it aside and pressing my palms together as I hover over his naked body with the admiration of a servant longing to cater to a beloved Master. 

The oil’s mild mint scent catches in Elias’s nostrils as I begin a firm massage along his back, kneading the taut muscles beneath with meticulous consideration to the several knots I find beneath his skin.

Closing my eyes once more, I take the next several minutes merely to appreciation the flow and feel of his musculature beneath my hands and fingers. Occasionally, the rhythmic swaying of his hips gives way to a jolt of ticklishness. I add the location to my secret collection of places to tempt and tease along his delicious form and frame. Arms, neck, shoulders, reaching around his torso, I press myself along his backside where he can feel my own erection hard along his buttocks as I make my way through the tension in his pectorals, obliques and abdominals as well. 

With his upper body finally devoid of all but his significant sexual tension, I know that he has hope I will deliver to him a proper appreciation for the sizeable organ throbbing along his thigh, but… again… it is too soon. I have spent not nearly enough time in worship of this, the god who rules the heart which now beats within my chest. I must continue to offer tithe and supplication before surrendering to the souls within our earthly bonds. 

*Turn over*

Hope, it springs eternal, and here Elias complies without hesitation, even sparing a moment to steal my head with his hands and press our mouths hotly to one another to show and share his passionate sense of gratitude. This, I allow, as it will serve to heighten his hunger as thoroughly as it does mine. We kiss, and kiss, and kiss - devouring one another for several minutes before he attempts to draw me over the top of him. *Come, Love. Have your fill of me, now. You deserve it.* He coaxes me, and in all honesty, my flesh feels enflamed at the thought of surrendering to the blistering fires I’ve been stoking between us this whole night. 

Instead, I press him back along the sofa cushions, shaking my head as I draw his thick legs over each of my shoulders. *Lay back.*

Not so much to surrender, as in defeat, Elias does as bidden; though not without a moment more taken to draw me in for another hungry kiss as his manhood presses hard into my torso for want of me. In this, he shares all of the unspent hunger and desire, pleading with his emotions; leaving me breathless as our lips part and his chocolate hues fix on my sapphire orbs with meager hope.

Licking my lips, I lightly pass my hand along his chest, pressing him back fully against the sofa before smiling wryly and returning to my patient exploration of his anatomy. Still, the vague whimpering and the feel of his hips gyrating slowly as his manhood hovers mere inches from mine makes it far more difficult to remain purposed to my path. 

Even when I close my eyes, the smell of his readiness elevates my own desire; no doubt his intention. Or, perhaps it is merely the wolf in him, acting on instinct to end the torment I’ve engendered within. I find my own body responding unconsciously to the stimuli he offers as his pheromones fill my senses; my own hips swaying in small circles. Anticipation of what will soon flow between us. 

Finally, the moment arrives wherein the tension is relieved from both of his legs; leaving only two more untended locations for me to savor and commit my passions to. 

*Say it.*

Elias’s breath hitches in his throat, his body on fire and his mind sluggish for the want of me burning within him. It takes nearly another minute in torment for his mind even to register that I have spoken. *Say… say what?* he asks in his befuddled daze. 

I gesture for him to turn over, again, which he does, slowly; his limbs are so much jelly already. 

With the lightest of touches, I run my fingertips gently along the perfectly curved arc of his buttocks, my breath and body on fire to feel him. A drunken buzz reverberates in my head as I’ve nearly reached the limits of my own restraint. With patient purpose, I slowly part his buttocks, bowing to blow gently along the interior; admiring the tightening of his sphincter beneath my breath. *Say it.* I coax in the low, sultry baritone that yields him to me at every turn. *Say it, and I will take you right now...*

The aching baritone rise of his need as he whimpers once more, fastening his hands to mine as I rest my erection along the part of his ass leaves my Love in desperate want of that which I seek, but I can see in his mind he’s to far into his animal nature to plot out the path to that which we desire. *Tell me… what you…want.*

*You.* He responds without hesitation. *I want you. All of you. In me. Now!* he responds, pressing his ass back in hopes of enveloping me, but, the angle is wrong, and his head falls forward in disappointed hunger.

I could offer words of comfort or solace; massage along his torso and share my own desperate longing for the feel of his taut ass fitted along my stiffened cock; or I could–

[mournus]

sentimentalscientia​:

The ancient reached out to pat the other’s shoulder. Offering his own comforting gesture for a time that must be near painful. To know danger lurked, but not how it played out. A truly unique torture. It pained him that there would be such a fraught mystery looming over their heads. But that didn’t stop the way his lips pursed at the question. His family was comfortable. More than comfortable really. A lifetime of accumulating money and priceless trinkets. Not to mention his little pup finding those that liked to spoil her and even a mate that managed to do ridiculously well for himself. No they had no need for a split treasure…but….”For the most part you are correct. You are free to say no and the deal will still stand, but if there is a certain item there…I beg you to allow us to have it. It’s a ring of strengthen silver. Emerald and sapphire stones. It was a gift of magic willed to our people before even my grandmother was born. It is meant to be with us Lycans. But as I said this is a repayment so I am making a request, not attempting to bargain.” That last sentence was rather irrelevant. They would not betray the crew or captain. Just as he was, his children were loyal to a fault. His gaze turning to the others. “What say you ceann beags?”

“I might occasionally fuck with the crew as a joke but nope not really the betraying type. Plus they’d kick my ass badly if I even thought about it.” Saint answered with a smirk. His chin jutting to the she wolves. They would certainly be keeping him in line…mostly.

“I don’t really see a reason to betray you. What would be the point?” Ruby gave her answer with a shrug. Mel the last to answer.

“Dad taught me the value of loyalty. He gave you his and I can not betray that. I promise. I am here to guide and serve you.” She offered with a nod. There’s some worry of the pack amongst his crew. Not for anything as far fetched as betrayal. More along the lines of them being too much of a nuisance. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much. That train of thought brought something else to her mind. “Um, I’m not certain  how much you know about our kind exactly. But if either Ruby or Saint do something problematic enough you feel it warrants punishment, please come to me. As alpha it is my job to administer an appropriate response. And as it is also my job to keep them in line, if they cross it that is on me. So it will be my responsibility to take whatever punishment you have deemed fit in their place.” Those words made the ancient wolf cringe. But he did not refute them. Just as she said, the alpha ruled over their betas. But in turn they must take the lashes for mistakes.

Nachim would make no such promises. He knew little of this ring, and so would be foolish to simply give it away in advance. “Maybe.” he’ll decide when they find it, and will decide a second time upon their return. The chances were he’d give it to them, but it didn’t hurt to cover himself should he not wish to.

The captain couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of Saint fucking with his crew. There truly was never a dull moment. It seemed like they would all fit right in.

Guide and serve? Nachim’s interest is piqued for sure. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing to have someone around to serve from down on their kne-nope! Snap out of it, man. He blinked himself back to reality.

“Claro. I will hold you to that.” he glanced at Raeni, who just smiled and nodded. "Some other things to know... we have more than enough people on the crew that can summon items if you need anything, so don’t pack fifty suitcases. Don’t bring anything you’re not willing to lose. Don’t bother with toiletries, we have enough. Don’t bring food, unless you’ve got a crazy diet. Also, you two-” Ruby and Saint, “will be sharing a room. You,” Mel, “will have your own. We can look into getting you two your own room later. I will need to give you a tour of the ship and show you where you’ll be staying and I’ll introduce you to the important people. Finally,” he exhaled, stretching his arms out, “we work as a team. Let me get that clear now. Everyone has a job to do, Mel if you’re working on the codes, Ruby and Saint you’ll be given other tasks. Cooking, cleaning, sparring, something. We’ll figure it out. This isn’t a cruise. If you’re lounging around you’re getting thrown overboard. Got it?” that last bit was half of a joke. “How soon can you leave?”

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Werewolf Kiss?!

I misread the title as Werewolf Ears. Don't know how I did that, but this seems like a cute episode based on the thumbnail. So, let's dive in! The Lycan Ladies are sneaking through the house with a bunch of flowers. One can only wonder why... -_-' What even are these stick figure diagram. But, I have to admit. Rachel seems... really different from how she was in Lover's Lane. Like... REALLY different. For one, she approves of the relationship. But I think that's just character development and being a better mother to her son. Rachel's voices for Aaron and Aphmau though. Derek has some common sense. And logic. Someone got caught. RACHEL. MELISSA. TRAITORS. Derek doesn't deserve this. Why did Aaron sleep on the floor? And how old is Melissa? She's most likely in her early to mid thirties... wait... never mind. Wait, is something wrong with Aaron's eyes? Or is it just the Ultima thing they're talking about? Operation: Embrace Yo'self. MELISSA STOP IT. To be fair, I do the same thing when my sister has a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other AWWW SHE FELL ASLEEP IN HIS HOODIE. THEY HOLD HANDS WHILE THEY SLEPT. THE FLOWERS. It's sweet. DID HE JUST LICK HER FACE?! AARON. YOU'RE NOT AN ACTUAL. IS THAT THE WEREWOLF KISS?! AARON CALM DOWN. IT'S OKAY. It's hilarious, too. Meanwhile in the bathroom... Kawaii~Chan, resist the pancakes. Okay. So, by the looks of it, Garroth is about to take a shower. And KC is in the bathroom. Oh no. This cannot end well. Cover your eyes, girl. You're not exactly innocent, but you're innocent enough that you don't need to see... that. KAWAII~CHAN KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. But, you said what we were all thinking just now. I love Garroth. But he... he doesn't think. Gosh dang it. Now the Cat is both metaphorically and literally out of the bag. Can you say awkward? ZANE. YOU HAVE EXPLAINING TO DO. Did she just cover for him? Or did Garroth just assume? Aww, she covered for him! But you guys are both still are in trouble. I swear, the truth is going to get out sometime. Zane and Kawaii~Chan can't keep up this charade forever. Oh well, at least she doesn't have to stay in the bathroom anymore. And so, Aphmau finally caught Aaron. Aww. He gave her a werewolf kiss! He's kinda like a puppy. A puppy who can kick your ass if necessary. Aaron's blushing. He whimpered. He is a puppy. It's weird, especially considering Aaron touched Aphmau's ears and tail when she was under that potion during Phoenix Drop High. IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?! AHHH THE PUPS ARE BACK! AND BLAZE! THIS WAS ALL DEREK'S DOING! THEY BECAME HIS PACK. OH MY GOSH. APHMAU IS HAVING FLASHBACKS. Did they forget that they were the Alphas in high school? Wait, wait. What do the Pack (that's what I'm collectively calling them) have to do with Aaron's therapy? Oooh. Wait, Aaron couldn't show his ears and tail at will? So how did he hide them in high school? Okay, so when Melissa said that Aaron was interacting with other werewolves she meant Dottie, Daniel, Rylan and Blaze? Awesome! Blaze you can't win the Alpha title. Aaron is literally the Ultimate Alpha. SO IT WAS DANIEL WHO ALMOST HIT LUCINDA AND KIM. I swear to God. This lie that Zane and Kawaii~Chan are spinning is going to get out of hand. Which reminds me, hasn't anyone noticed that KC ISN'T ON MYSTREET!? I mean, Katelyn lives with her. Should she have noticed by now? Aww. Zane. You're being kind and insulting your brother at the exact same time. I can see the character development from Season 1 to now showing very well actually. I guess having friends might have something to do with it. Garroth, you won't get in trouble. Zane will. But... wow. The Ro'meave brothers actually being brothers. Kawaii~Chan and Garroth are too innocent to be bad. WOLF PACK! I'M CALLING IT NOW. OH MY GOD IT'S MARIA. I FORGOT ABOUT HER. Wait. IS THAT WHO RACHEL WAS TALKING ABOUT?! I THOUGHT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT MELISSA. But Maria's hair does look good. Wait what. Why is Maria hugging Aphmau? I guess they're friends now. Or on friendly terms. She's going to touch the ears. The thumbnail hints at it. She touched the ears. Wolf pack approves. And want to touch Blaze's ears... Can I touch Blaze's ears? Maria? Are you planning something or did you genuinely not know that? Okay, this was a good episode. This is the MyStreet I remember. No Super Angst and death and amnesia and bleh. While they are hinting and some stuff going crazy, I have confidence that everything will work out in the end. Just check out the end of Lover's Lane and Emerald Secret. Knock on wood! I can't wait to see more of the Wolf Pack and see what shenanigans are going to happen!