#modern oc verse

[meowzerswowzers]

Bizarro world Wheezer album cover.

[flowerandblood]

The Grim Watcher

[ mafia • Ettore x mafia boss's sister • female ]

[ warnings: dubcon, public, unprotected sex, smut, angst, threats of murder & murder, stalking, domination, aggressive behavior, violence, swearing, description of wounds, toxiccc ]

[ description: Ettore has been watching her for a long time and is in no hurry: he wants her to feel his breath on her neck. Although they are separated by a thick wall, they finally collide and she reveals a secret that forces him to commit the worst crime: murder. ]

This oneshot is my little Halloween gift. I wanted it to be a psychological horror novel, so there's a lot about what's going on in Ettore's own head. I hope you like it and remember that this is not a story that's supposed to be pleasant, and the behaviors in it are just plain toxic, lol.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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As he began to wonder why he kept staring at her, he decided it was because of how she stood out among the crowd. She was his boss's younger sister, which in effect allowed her to remain autonomous: she wasn't like him or the rest of the men in his group, who blended into one black mass with no beginning or end.

He though, unlike them, didn't do drugs and consumed alcohol in small amounts, liking to have his senses completely heightened – even more so when she was around.

He knew she was afraid of him, and that turned him on even more.

Her gaze fleeing in panic from his stare, the shudder that ran through her body when he sat down near her, her small hands clenched into fists on her thighs as if she thought she would be able to put up any resistance to him with their help, made him grin.

She knew he was watching her because he wanted her to be aware of it – to feel his breath on the back of her neck, his shadow following her silhouette, his scent in the room she was in. Somehow, he was amused by the discomfort painted on her face, the horror in her gaze, because, after all, he wasn't actually doing anything.

He was just watching.

He was just waiting.

There was something intriguing about this constant anticipation – they both knew that their collision weighed over them like heavy storm clouds, making them run out of air in the places they were together.

It was hard for her to breathe knowing she couldn't escape from him.

He enjoyed fucking like any guy: soft, subtle caresses were not in his nature, seeming to him to be tacky, feminine, filled with some kind of melancholy he didn't understand. Women who hung around dudes like him usually knew what they wanted: they liked bullies and toxic guys. Probably having been abandoned by their fathers as children, they sought out their warped double.

He used their bodies, treating them as warm objects in which he left his seed. He felt nothing but relief after the act itself, except some kind of aggression when they were too loud. He hated their unnaturally squeaky moans, finding them irritating: it seemed to him that they wanted to show him that the more he hurt them, the more pleasurable it was for them.

Something about this behaviour of theirs filled him with disgust, which usually ended with him pressing their faces against the pillow, and by the time he had finished, they were on the verge of suffocating, no longer deriving any enjoyment from the act itself.

"You're fucked up," one of them said, but fell silent when he hit her in the face with his fist so hard that she ran out of air in her lungs.

"Stupid bitch." He answered her.

Wasn't that what she herself wanted?

Or had she hoped that at some point he would confess to her that he had a weakness for her, that he bestowed upon her a cloying affection that she had not experienced from her parents?

He wasn't doing it to talk to them and didn't give a shit about what they needed.

They behaved like animals themselves, but only up to the point where they thought they were in control of what was happening – each was convinced that they liked the pain, liked the humiliation until they began to panic, as the thought finally appeared in their empty little heads that he perhaps wanted to kill them.

They weren't wrong: nothing would please him more than their eternal silence, the absence of their breathing, their moans, their words: just that wonderful silence around him, allowing him to enjoy the warmth of their bodies.

He wished they would just shut the fuck up.

He wondered if she too would have behaved like an animal if he had fucked her properly, but she was beyond his reach – as his boss's sister, she was untouchable, like a figure of the Virgin Mary in a church altar.

She even dressed differently from the women he usually surrounded himself with: she wore long floral jumpers, soft and warm, reaching her mid-thighs, shorts and knee-length socks, revealing only a small piece of her skin above.

Something about the fact that he couldn't just take her appealed to him – the fact that she was some kind of saint, a figure he couldn't desecrate, who would remain pure even in confrontation with him, that is, with nothingness.

They never exchanged a word with each other – he didn't say much, preferring to observe her from afar and keep his distance. She, quite the opposite – when she didn't realise he had seen her, she was bursting with energy, talking like crazy, discussing with various people for hours.

He circled around her like Pluto around the Sun, small and aloof, but still menacing – he let her forget his existence once in a while, only to appear before her suddenly at a time and place she least expected.

When, looking at someone else, she turned suddenly into a dark corridor in one of the nightclubs and bumped straight into his chest, he thought the heavens had shaken – the smell of her perfume was unnaturally sweet, making him think of a fruitcake, either with raspberries or strawberries.

"Oh, I'm sorry –" she muttered, still unaware of who stood before her – as she lifted her head, it was the first time he had seen her face so close up.

Her eyes seemed unnaturally large to him, her eyelashes long, her lips pink and full – he felt like biting them, hard, until he could feel her warm blood on his tongue, curious to find out if it also tasted like a strawberry.

Loud electronic music blasted around them from the speakers, making him feel as if they were both underwater – their silhouettes submerged in the red, sharp light seemed almost unreal to him.

He took a step towards her and she stepped back, hitting her back against a wall filled from top to bottom with all sorts of old posters. The crowd of people around them walked past them, heading to and from the toilets, chatting loudly to each other, paying no attention to them, as if they were invisible.

Anonymous.

The sacred mixed with the profane when his broad hand, in some subconscious, natural reflex, ran over her waist, sliding down to her back, letting his body cling to hers. He sighed, intrigued as she placed her hands on his chest, as if trying to keep distance between them.

He waited for her squeal of discomfort, for her terrified babble full of pleas and begging, but all he heard was her deep breathing, as if she was trying to calm herself. She closed her eyes, as if she thought that once she did, he would disappear – encouraged by the fact that she wasn't causing him any trouble and wasn't lashing out at him, he leaned over to sniff her.

He started with her long, dark hair, in which he sunk the tip of his nose – it was smooth and smelled of some kind of strawberry shampoo, which was perhaps responsible for her scent. Her fingers clenched tighter on the material of his simple black Tshirt tucked into his trousers as his nose slid slowly lower, to her cheek and then to her neck.

His hand roamed up and down her back like a guard, making sure she didn't try to pull away from him – the gentle movement of his fingers was a warning that he would remain calm as long as she remained so.

He felt her pulse clearly under her skin, the blood pumping rapidly through her veins, her heavy, excited breath like the sound of water. He slid the tip of his tongue out and ran it over her soft flesh, leaving a moist, warm trail on her skin. Her taste and salty sweat melted on his taste buds, making his erection, all swollen in his trousers, throb greedily, pressing against her lower abdomen.

He thought they were in some sort of in-between state – her quiet sigh, her head that tilted back, giving him more space to explore and admire, made him realise that they had just fucked in some strange, incomprehensible way.

The presence of others gave her a sense of security for certain – behind closed doors she would have been completely at his mercy, and here, now, she seemed to have at least partial control over the situation.

When his hand tightened on the material of her jumper and pulled at it, forcing her to turn her back to him, she did so without a word. He liked her silence, her deep breath in which, however, there was no terror – it seemed to him that she was actually curious about what was going to happen between them, as was he.

He had never touched a woman before without using force, so he felt that he was exploring completely uncharted territory of physical closeness between a woman and a man – encouraged by the fact that she offered him no resistance, hugging her cheek obediently to the wall, he leaned over and pressed his body to hers, pushing his erection against her buttocks.

He closed his eyes, wanting to focus only on the sense of smell and touch as he nuzzled his face into her hair, slipping his hands under the fabric of her jumper – they travelled lazily higher, over the skin of her stomach, until they came across her soft, plump breasts. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hands found a support in the cold wall in front of her as his palms clamped down on them – she hissed as he drove his nails into them, delighted at how well they fitted the shape of his hands.

"It hurts." She said in a whisper, startling him as one of her hands joined his, laying against his skin.

He couldn't say he wanted to cause her pain.

All he needed was for her not to disturb him while he took what he had craved for so long.

Her fingers guided him, directing his thumb to her nipple – she squeezed the spot and hummed quietly, rubbing her buttocks against his erection involuntarily, a shiver of something that clearly must have been pleasure shook her whole body.

He felt his cock pulsate hard, then again and again as he managed to get the same reaction from her – his face slid lower, to the crook of her neck, alternately licking her skin and sinking his teeth into it, trailing and rubbing both her nipples with his thumbs.

He felt them all swell and harden under his touch.

Her hand guided one of his arms lower, to the material of her shorts – involuntarily he clenched his fingers over the spot underneath which her warm pussy was, wondering if this was an invitation.

With one firm gesture he tugged at the material, letting her know that she was to pull it off no matter that there were other people walking around them.

To his surprise, she did so without a word, her jumper so long it covered her buttocks – it was only for a moment that he noticed what was between her thighs, her wetness glistening in the disturbing red light.

It took him a few seconds to undo his belt, trouser button and zipper.

"Bend over." He instructed her, and she obediently followed his command.

He didn't want anyone but him to see this wonderful sight, so he wasted no time – his hand guided the thick, pink head of his cock straight to her slit, and he immediately thrusted, forcing her to fit him inside. He sighed when he felt her resisting him – she was tight, or she was simply clenching her muscles around his length, wanting to make his task more difficult – something about this passive act of disobedience aroused him even more.

"– little slut –" He grunted, pulling back slightly with the movement of his hips, with another, sharper push opening her wide on his fat erection – both of them, to his surprise, moaned quietly and then fell silent, panting heavily.

He snuggled into her body as he felt the pressure lessen. He was finally able to slip deep between her fleshy, warm folds – she was wet, he thought intrigued, pressing his nose against her fragrant neck, beginning to move inside her at once.

There was no finesse in this act – their bodies slammed against each other with loud splats deafened by the music around them – only they could hear each other's accelerated breaths and gasps of pleasure, both clearly deriving some kind of satisfaction from what was happening.

"– how many of them have fucked you like this before? –" He hissed in her ear, running the fingers of one hand down her soft buttocks, the other clutched at her silken breast, playing with her nipple between them.

"– many –" She exhaled.

He would have known if someone had fucked her behind his back.

Even so, something in her answer infuriated him – the thought that if anyone else had come across her in this corridor, he might have had what he was taking now. He sped up aggressively, imposing a rough, brutal pace on her, again and again reaching almost to her cervix.

"– you're lying, you little whore –" He growled, pulling his hand out of her jumper, instead gripping her jaw with it. "– do it again and I'll break your neck –"

"– do it –" She said softly – it seemed to him that something resembling a smile flashed across her face as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, her walls clenching greedily around his erection in euphoria.

"– cheeky cunt – suck it, slut, or I'll kill you –" He threatened, thrusting two of his fingers deep down her throat – her moan was drowned out by his movements with which he slid them in and out from between her puffy lips, which clenched obediently around them with the quiet clicks of her saliva.

He felt what he saw in his cock, which pulsed aggressively inside her, the squeeze in his testicles testifying that he was close – her sudden, intense orgasm surged through her in spasms, driving him to the brink of peak.

"– don't stop – 'm about to come inside you –" He exhaled wearily and closed his eyes, involuntarily letting out a sigh of relief as his cum spilled deep inside her warm interior, mingling with her moisture.

She breathed heavily as he slid his fingers out of her mouth – he pressed his forehead against the wall, panting loudly, and she did the same, quivering all over, her slick cunt still pulsing around his half-soft, twitching manhood.

He glanced to the side, noticing a group of strange men watching them from a distance.

"– and what the fuck are you looking at? –" He called out, and the men turned away, clearly knowing who they were, not wanting any trouble.

"– my brother wants to kill you – tonight, when you leave the club – Matt will be waiting for you, he'll come up to talk to you – he'll have a knife under his jacket at the back – be quicker –" She whispered.

He froze, feeling his heart pound harder in his chest, the loud music around him seemed to deafen him.

"Why?" He asked.

"He's afraid of you." She replied. "You're unpredictable."

"Why are you telling me this?" He specified the question.

She looked at him but, to his surprise, he saw neither condemnation, disgust nor regret in her eyes – it seemed to him that she was tired.

It was one of those feelings that he could comprehend.

He was perpetually tired, discouraged, frustrated.

"I want to free myself from him." She whispered.

"You'll never escape him." He replied.

If not her brother, then his accomplices, they'd find her and squeeze out where he kept the money, the goods, the documents, and she'd tell them everything, willingly or not.

She closed her mouth, looking at him in pain. There was something hopeless about this view – her realisation that he was right and she was like a caged animal.

If he had been able to, he would certainly have sympathised with her, the only thing, however, that he experienced was discomfort, an unpleasant sting at the level of his chest that made him realise that enough was enough.

He grunted and slipped out of her, zipping up his trousers at once, watching impassively as she put her underwear and shorts over her buttocks, her eyes closed, her body shaking all over, as if she was about to crack, to fall to pieces.

But she didn't.

The blood on his hands was sticky and warm. He had never been fond of Matt – he was a barking wanker with a wide, sassy smile, thinking that anyone believed in his honest, good intentions. He was a walking narcissist obsessed with himself, convinced of his own inestimable worth, of the fact that he had managed to fool everyone.

He was choking as his blade didn't pierce his heart, but went a little higher – he did it on purpose to make the bastard suffer more.

He watched him writhing on the ground by the car park, howling and wailing, begging for help, but it was getting to three o'clock in the morning and everyone was inside, thinking that he was the one who was saying goodbye to life.

Returning home in his car, he realised he had to run, as far away as he can: so he packed quickly, putting only the most important things into a large leather bag, and walked out, leaving what was there behind.

He stopped a few streets away from their house: he knew exactly the location of their cameras and knew where to jump the fence to make sure none of them covered him. He had watched many times as she typed in the code that disabled the alarm, so he tapped it on the patio door keypad from memory:

45567

There was no one inside – surely they were all looking for him, but they hadn't assumed he would be right there.

He went into her room and lay down on her bed, recognising that he wasn't in a hurry – he was sure they would drive her away and continue looking for him themselves, doubtless heading towards his flat.

He would have about an hour.

Indeed, not even a quarter of an hour had passed when he heard someone open the front door downstairs – he was looking towards the window, at the setting sun, when she entered the room.

She closed the door behind her as if burned, looking at him in horror.

"What the fuck are you doing here? The whole city is looking for you. You should have been out of town a long time ago." She hissed.

"Come with me."

He didn't know why he'd said that.

He had been watching her for so long that it seemed to him that they had known each other for centuries, even though the only thing they had in common was that they were fucking that night.

"I can't. I have University here. I want to graduate." She muttered, pale with disbelief.

"It wasn't a request."

She swallowed hard, breathing louder and louder, and shook her head.

"No."

Her body pressed against the wall, her breath caught in her throat as he rose aggressively from the bed and pulled a gun from behind his belt, which he pointed straight at her.

"Pack your things or I'll shoot you in that little head of yours." He growled with impatience. "We were doing so well. Do you have to fucking annoy me?"

Her eyes glazed over with tears, her hand on her chest as if she couldn't catch her breath.

"Shoot me. I'm not going to change one madman for another." She said in a cold, breaking voice.

Her words enraged him – he moved on her like a bear, knocking over a chair standing in his way – she squealed as he pressed the cold barrel of the gun against her forehead.

"I'll blow your head off." He hissed, his other hand catching her jaw, shaking it so that the back of her head hit the wall several times.

"FUCKING SHOOT ME THEN!" She screamed as if she had lost her mind, and then burst out crying like a small baby.

His finger pressed lightly on the trigger, but he didn't do it all the way – his heart was pounding like crazy, adrenaline running through his veins like a stream, making his head hum. She whimpered as his fingers pressed harder into her jaw, his nose sinking into her hot, wet cheek.

Into her scent.

Strawberries.

His mother had once bought him a strawberry bun while they were at the bakery. Usually she spent her money only on alcohol, but then, that morning, she had still been sober. He devoured the bun like an animal, warm and sweet under his tongue, the taste of fresh fruit so wonderful that he had thought about it all day.

She looked up at him, stopping sobbing suddenly, as if something in his gesture surprised her – her eyes were fixed on his as she leaned towards him, letting their lips come into contact in what felt like a warm, sticky, wet caress.

He had never kissed before – he didn't and wasn't able to – but now his lips parted before hers, letting their tongues meet halfway, letting his teeth bite into her flesh, making the metallic, tart taste of her blood spill over his palate.

She embraced him and there was something sincere about it – some kind of understanding, a statement that she forgave him, despite everything.

He let his gun drop to the floor, his fingers clenching painfully tight on her hair, connecting with her in that aggressive, cruel way – he pulled away to catch his breath, and a few words left her lips.

"Find me. When everything goes quiet. You know where." She whispered, her cheeks hot and wet with tears under his fingers.

"If I see you with another man, I'll kill you both." He said.

She nodded, as if his words made no impression on her.

"I know."

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 7: Exams pt3

Pairings: Poly141xOriginal Character, SoapxGhost, GazxGhost, GhostxOriginal Character

Warnings: Medical inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, Alpha/Beta/Delta/Omega Dynamics. Slightly dark Ghost

Aruroa sighs as she writes her notes in Johnny’s file. She kept catching a whiff of that smoke smell that permeated the air when Johnny switched to his Alpha mode. She is considering spraying scent blockers in her office when a knock sounds at the door. She stands up and opens it to stare up at Ghost. His shoulders are squared, and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, his discomfort obvious without him having even stepped into her office. Aurora moves to the side to motion for him to sit at the chairs in front of her desk. “A few questions first.” She says calmly as she shuts the door behind him and moves to take her seat. She watches as Ghost takes a breath in, his eyebrows furrowing more as the scent of her as well as Johnny’s scent reaches his nose.

Aurora pulls out his small file and grabs a pen before looking at him. “I just have a few questions and then we can go into the exam room,” she says. Ghost lets out a grunt in response as he leans back in the chair slightly. “I answer a question I ask a question.” Comes his gruff response. Aurora quirks an eyebrow before she nods. “Sure, I can do that,” she says as she looks back down at the file. “If you don’t answer, I walk out,” Ghost says, causing Aurora’s eyes to widen slightly. “Lieutenant, that’s not normally how these things go.” She sighs slightly. “If you want your answers then you answer my questions.” Ghost says as he leans forward slightly, the smell of tobacco and gunpowder beginning to fill the room. After a moment Aurora swallows and nods. “Fine, if it gets my questions answered, it’s more than the previous medics were able to get I suppose.” She sighs. Ghost responds with a dark chuckle as he waits for her first question.

”Since you are an Apex Alpha I assume your ruts are a little more frequent than Price’s? How often do you have your rut?” she says as she glances up at him. “I go into a rut about every eight weeks.” Ghost grunts out. Aurora nods as she begins jotting the numbers down on his file. She looks up to ask another question but stops when she sees the dark look on Ghost’s face. “How often do you have your heat?” Ghost asks as he cocks his head slightly. Aurora blushes slightly at the fact that he wants to know but sighs and sits her pen down. “I’m a typical Omega, so I have a heat every eight weeks.” She says as she looks at him. Ghost nods as she looks back down to the file. “When was your last rut?” she says as she hears Ghost growl slightly, not used to giving out any information about himself.

“About seven weeks ago. when was your last heat?” He answers before countering with his question. Aurora sighs as she looks at him. “The same, around seven weeks ago or so. I would have to look at my calendar for the exact date.” She says. “I spoke to Kyle and Johnny so I am aware that they are your rut partners, are they the only ones? Some Alphas contract an Omega during a rut,” she says as once again Ghost growls. “Just Gaz and Soap. Well, occasionally Price if he’s in the mood to join, but I do not hire an Omega.” Ghost says as he leans forward, into Aurora’s space. “What about you little Omega? Do you have an Alpha partner or even a Beta partner for your heat?” He says, his tone dark and low. Aurora leans back slightly trying to get away from his scent. “No, I lock myself in my room until the entire ordeal is over.” She says honestly.

She fights the shiver that tries to go down her spine as she smells Ghost’s scent darken in the small room. “Final question, as an Apex Alpha I know you do go into Alpha state, does that happen often? I’m asking because obviously, an Alpha in Alpha state can be a danger, and it’s better to be prepared for if and when you do go into that state now that I am your medic.” She says as Ghost slightly cocks his head again. “I’ve only gone into that state twice since finding out I am an Apex. It rarely happens it seems.” He says before he stands up, leaning his hands on her desk so he can get closer to her. “My final question for you little Omega is, have you ever taken an Alpha’s knot?” Ghost practically growls as he leans into her personal space. Aurora’s eyes widen slightly as she scoots her chair back. “Lieutenant that is a highly inappropriate question to ask,” she says as she stares up at him, but neither of them misses how her scent sweetens in the air, arousal that she has no control over. “Answer the question or I’m walking out that door.” He growls as Aurora stares up at him defiantly. After a moment he begins backing towards the door and Aurora growls in annoyance. “Fine, no I haven’t now, please don’t leave so I can finish the exam.” she practically growls as Ghost chuckles and stops moving.

“You’re a defiant little thing aren't you?” He mumbles mostly to himself. Aurora ignores him as she walks over and opens the exam room door and motions for him to follow her. She walks in has him step on the scale and checks his height before having him sit on the exam bed. He rolls his eyes but sits down and watches as she moves around the room. Ghost takes a deep inhale and lets out a chuckle. “You got Soap all worked up during his exam didn’t you?” He asks as Aurora turns around to look at him. “I wasn’t aware of his classification or I would have been more careful. I’m not trying to blur the lines of my profession and new toy.” She snaps, on edge with the mix of scents swirling around the room. “I can’t say I blame him, small room, you smelling the way you do.” Ghost growls as he watches her back stiffen slightly. “I am here to be your medic. I was not contracted to be some Omega toy for your pack to play with Lieutenant. I want to finish your exam and vaccines and get you out of my office as soon as possible.” she says as she stares at him, her shoulders squared in defiance.

Ghost holds his hands up in mock surrender as she moves to grab a pair of gloves. “No gloves.” Ghost practically growls as Aurora looks at him. His eyes are wide behind his mask, and his breathing seems to have increased. Aurora nods as she sets the gloves down. “Okay, no gloves.” She says taking a mental note of the panic that seemed to arise at the thought of the gloves touching his skin. “So, to respect the mask I can skip checking your ears. If you can promise me you have no issues with your ears.” She says as she grabs her stethoscope. Ghost nods as he watches her. “No problems.” He grunts and she nods. She takes his blood pressure, trying to keep her eyes from fixating on the tattoos spanning his arms. She checks his oxygen level and temperature before listening to his heart and breathing. “I’ll do the blood draw and vaccines last since I feel like that will be the hardest.” She says as Ghost simply nods. When she finishes she grabs her Otoscope and motions for Ghost to raise his mask.

She tries to ignore the way her heart rate seems to increase at the small expanse of skin that he reveals. When she checks his throat she can’t help but notice that his canine teeth are much larger, she chalks it up to his Apex side, but the image of Johnny with bite marks causes a flash of heat to zoom through her body. The rush of wetness between her thighs and the sweetening of her scent doesn’t go unnoticed by her but she attempts to ignore it that is until she hears the low rumble in Ghost’s chest as his scent begins to darken considerably. Aurora sits her instrument down and takes a few steps back in an attempt to put distance between herself and an aroused Alpha. Ghost watches her retreat and slowly stands from the table, moving towards her as she backs into the counter.

” Lieutenant we are almost done, just the blood draw and vaccines if you’ll sit back down please.” Aurora says as she looks at him, trying her best to fight her Omega nature as an Apex Alpha practically stalks her to corner her. Ghost says nothing as he comes to a stop right in front of her, mere inches between their bodies as he stares down at her. “I have a bonded mate. I’ve never seen the appeal of Omegas. I always thought they smelled too sweet.” Ghost mumbles as he reaches out and trails a finger down Aurora’s jaw. “But you, you smell good enough to devour.” He mumbles as his hand rests at the base of her neck, a little pressure and he would be choking her, but he isn’t moving to do that, just resting his hand there. “I am here to be a medic Liuetenant. I was not contracted to be an Omega partner. I want to keep my job.” She says as she looks up at him. “I am going to ask you to step back.” She practically growls. Ghost cocks his head as he tightens his hand slightly as if testing her. Aurora releases a growl as her hands fly up, her nails digging into his wrist in warning.

Ghost chuckles as he steps back and holds his hands up as he sits back on the exam bed. Aurora makes quick work of drawing his blood and giving him the required shots so she can rush him out of the room. He leaves without incident. As soon as the door is shut she locks it and collapses into her desk chair. Her heart is pounding and she feels slightly dizzy from the entire experience. After a moment she holds her head in her hands as she contemplates her decision to join this team.

She isn’t sure how much time has passed when a knock sounds on her door, she jumps slightly, her nerves shot as she stands up and opens the door. Outside the door stands Johnny and Kyle. “It’s dinner time Lass, we were worried when we didn’t see you in the mess. We wanted to make sure Ghost hadn’t flipped on you.” Johnny jokes. Aurora nods as she looks at them. Kyle and Johnny look at her curiously as they smell the scents coming out of her office. “You okay?” Kyle asks sincerely as Aurora nods. “Just ready to eat and go back to my room to relax is all,” she says as she locks her office door and heads off to dinner with them.

Aurora eats her food silently as she listens to Kyle, Johnny, and John discuss their training from the day. Ghost is eating with the group as well, silently watching Aurora as he eats. After a moment John calls out to Aurora, but she is so lost in thought she doesn’t notice until Kyle elbows her. “Huh?” she says as she looks at John. “I said are you feeling okay? You seem out of it.” John says as Aurora nods. “Yeah, just a long day.” She says quietly. John nods as he returns to eating. Once she's finished Aurora excuses herself and cleans up before leaving the mess to head back to the 141 building to her room. She doesn’t notice that another team member left shortly after as well, trailing behind her.

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Small character detail I have no good excuse to mention: Hyden hates anything remotely similar to "fast food". This applies to all AUs. He finds greasy, cheap, oversalted/overly sugary food disgusting. Additionally, he hates--HATES--messy food. The only foods he will eat with his hands are ones that are very clean and dry and leave no residue. Getting some sort of sauce or grease on his hands is one of the worst sensations in the world (doubly so when he's a bunny… to be fair, can you imagine eating barbecue while wearing fur mittens? Ew!)

When he was younger, he was slightly more flexible on these limitations. Here he is eating a "ham burger" normally to show how normal he is. He is fitting in with the common man. He is pulling it off. He's got this. Look how relaxed he is. You could almost miss the Rolex on his wrist.

Of course, every rule has its exceptions. As has been mentioned before Hyden often has no idea where food comes from or what goes into it. At some point, somebody failed to mention to him that Cinnabons come from kiosks at the mall and cost less than $100 each. Therefore, they escaped his "fast food is disgusting and I hate it" filter, and, in a modern AU, became one of his favorite desserts. He has a pastry or two each morning with his coffee and then wonders why he never seems to lose any weight.

[xxbimboboyxx]

Wooooooooo spiderman au pt2 :D azula edition, she dresses the same spiderman or not so i ddint make a second drawing

[eemamminy-art]

They might think they're cooler than me by a mile, scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle

[thought--bubble]

She is Happy Now Part (2/5)

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

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Word Count: 2,116

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Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, alcohol use, dubcon, and a bit of angst.

"Is she coming?"

"I don't know. Her asshole cheater ex is going to be there so she might not"

Aemond rolls his eye and clenches his jaw.

"It's been years, Heleana. You think you could maybe stop calling me that?"

" I love you Aem, your my brother but when it comes to you and her I'm on her side. You were a major Jerk"

He groans and runs his hand down his face.

He is sitting at Heleanas breakfast bar in her kitchen. Heleana is moving around the kitchen, getting breakfast ready, and putting coffee on.

"I am aware that I'm the asshole in this story." He lets out a sigh. "I just want to see her again"

"She's happy now, you know. So, any little magical scenarios you have made up in your head where you woo her back to you can be left right there in your head. " she looked at him warningly.

He doesn't say anything and just looks down playing with his fingers.

"She has been with Cregan for a few months now. He's good for her AND good to her. Something you failed at spectacularly"

"We were good together for 4 years! I wasn't horrible the entire time! I messed up once. One time. And she never spoke to me again!"

"If Gwayne had done to me what you did to her.... how would you react?" She looks at him eyebrows raised.

Aemond sighs and puts his head down on the counter. It's pointless Heleana never let's him get away with making up excuses for how your relationship ended and he knows she's right.

He tried for months after you left his dorm to contact you. Apologize. Promise it would never happen again. It was Heleana who ended up making him realize what was done was done.

"Have you heard from her?"

"Yes." Heleana sighed into the phone

"So did you ask her to call me?"

"I did. And then she sent me a video explaining why she didn't want to."

Aemond cringed. "A video?"

"Oh yeah. Like the idiot I am, I told her to record your reaction to her surprise, saying you would be so excited. So she got your entire reunion on video. You're a real prince charming, you know? Do not ask me to contact her again on your behalf. I won't do it and neither will egg. Least you could do at this point is leave her alone."

Aemond is pulled out of his memories by Gwaynes loud. "Good morning!" And the laughter of his niece and nephew.

"Uncle Almond," jaheara yells excitedly. She is only 3 and pronounces his name almond, which Aegon finds hilarious.

"Hey peanut" he reaches down and picks her up placing a big sloppy kiss on her forehead

"Ewwww! She shrieks, wiping her forehead and trying to wiggle out of his arms.

"Everybody ready to go get Uncle Aegon married today?" Gwayne says excitedly towards the kids.

Aemond puts down jaheara and sits on his stool stewing in his own frustration. He never thought that Aegon would be happily married while he was the one alone. Miserable and full of regret.

He never meant to let it get that far with his professor. He knew she was attracted to him right away. He could tell by the way her touch lingered whenever he turned in an assignment or the way her gaze would find him during lectures. He thought flirt with her, and a good grade would be easy. What he didn't plan on was bumping into her on his way back from his first college party drunk out of his mind and having not seen his girlfriend for months. He didn't plan on her offering to help him get back to his dorm, and he didn't plan on allowing her to come in.

He sobered up immediately when he saw her standing at the door, though. The gravity of what he had just done and what was happening in that moment hit him like a freight train.

"Shit! Baby, hold on, let me explain. " Aemond could feel his desperation tightening in his chest. He fucked up, bad, and he knew it .

"Oh, ummm, nope, no thanks"

That reaction was the worst thing he could have gotten from her. No yelling, no fight to be had she was just leaving and not turning back.

He started to panic. If she left right now like this after seeing what he had done, he was afraid that would be it. He grabbed her arm "wait please just give me one second "

You turned on him like a viper pushing his arm away "do not fucking touch me, forget my name loose my number I no longer exist to you"

His chest clenched, it felt like his heart was being squeezed. he swayed on his feet, swallowing down the sickness that attempted to make its way up his throat.

You had turned and went down the hall and out through the doors that led to the stairs

"Shit shit shit! " Aemond ran back into his dorm quickly, putting his sweatpants and sneakers on. His professor was sitting on the bed, strapping her shoes on.

"You know I wouldn't have come up here with you if I knew there was a girlfriend." She looked at him angrily

"I'm sorry" was all he could get out as he ran out of his dorm down the hallway and down the stairs and right through the doors to outside. He ran down the walkway, looking both directions, but didn't see you anywhere.

"No no no no! This can't be it, no, no!" Aemond was yanking at his hair, his eye full of tears. He tries to run to the left but is not steady on his feet because of how much he drank and ends up falling on the sidewalk. He attempts to get himself up but gives up exhausted and lets out a huge loud sob.

He rolls onto his back on the cement of the walkway and just looks up at the sky while tears roll down his cheek.

"This isn't really how we end, is it?" He says to no one

"Hello! Earth to Aemond!" Aemond crashes back into the present with Heleana snapping in his face. She sighs and looks at him tenderly.

"Cmon, eat your breakfast and get ready." She taps his shoulder as she heads out of the kitchen and up the stairs to get her and the kids ready for Aegons nuptials.

He isn't able to get much down, but he takes a few bites and heads upstairs to get himself ready.

He drives to the ceremony with Heleana and Gwayne sitting in the middle of the backseat between the twins in their booster seats.

"I'm gonna marry you one day" Aemond says dreamily looking up at his ceiling.

It's summer of junior year and you are both squished onto his twin bed his arm under you holding you close.

"Oh?" You say picking your head up and looking at him.

"Isn't it obvious, darling? Can't live without ya. Marriage is a given at this point" he laughs, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Would you want to get married in the grand Sept or on the beach?"

"Anywhere as long as I'm marrying you," aemond leans in for another kiss.

"I'm serious I want to have it all planned out ahead of time!"

"Then plan it out, baby. Because no matter where it is, I'll show up to marry you"

You giggled as he rolled over on top of you kissing you with purpose

The car door slams. They have made it to the grand Sept, and it is time to get this show on the road. Aemond makes his way inside and heads to the grooms room where Aegon is bouncing around with excitement, putting on his finishing touches.

"Aemond! Smile, man! This is a joyous day!" Aegon yells at him while grabbing his arm and pulling him all the way into the room.

Aemond forces a big smile on his face for Aegon's benefit. It's not that he isn't happy for his brother, he is. He just can't help the jealousy that is flowing through him at this moment.

This could have been them. Should have been them. Would have been them if he didn't screw it all up.

When it's time for the actual ceremony to begin, everyone makes their way to their places. Aemond smiles at Ellyn as they get in line. He can feel his heart rate speed up at the thought that you might be out there. After years of being so far from you, you both might actually be in the same room at the same time.

Aemond waits impatiently for the pair ahead of them to step in front of the doorway and start to walk down the aisle. Once Criston and Maris step out and down the aisle, he and ellyn move forward and stand in the doorway. He sees you right away. You're looking down at the ground, but he could spot that little heart tattoo on the back of your neck anywhere. He has a matching one on the inside of his wrist. He's happy to see yours hasn't been covered or blacked out.

"Matching tattoos? are you daft?" Aegon laughs while looking at Aemond incredulously.

Aemond ignores him slathering on some of the aftercare products he had been told he would need to put on a few times a day.

"And what will you do when you split up? Walking around with that on your arm to remind you forever?"

Aemond laughs and continues applying the balm,"we aren't going to split up egg. This tattoo is forever, and so are we"

"You are 18 Aemond! You couldn't possibly know that you will stay together forever! You leave for university in less than a month! You really think the long-distance thing is going to work? For 4 years?"

"I know it will. Just because you don't understand commitment doesn't mean I don't, " Aemond says haughtily.

Aegon rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say. Just don't let mom see that. She's gonna kill you!"

Ellyn yanks on Aemonds arm and looks at him perplexed.

He clears his throat and starts to make his way down the aisle. Unfortunately for him, he can't really see you now because you're on his blind side. They make it up to the altar and release their arms, each moving to their assigned spot. He flicks his eye back towards you, and you're hard to see. Why did you have to sit so far back?

He pays no attention to how the ceremony continues going on around him, shaking his leg impatiently.

He hears his mother clear her throat from the front row. He looks at her, and she opens her eyes wide and waves her hand at him in a way of telling him to cut it out.

He straightens his back and stands up tall, taking in a deep breath. Focusing on Aegon and Cassandra. They are putting the rings on each other's fingers, and he feels a wave of pain roll through him.

His hands clapsed before him, he started unconsciously rubbing his wrist where the heart tattoo sits. He had no idea this was going to be this hard. His whole body is shaking with emotional overload. When finally Aegon and Cassandra kiss and then turn to their guests, raising their claspsed hands above their heads and starting to make their way back down the aisle he moves forward on shakey legs and joins his arm with Ellyns once more, walking down the aisle he keeps his eye trained on where he knows you are. Your head is turned away from him, looking at the entryway. He can see your arm is looped around the arm of the brown haired man standing next to you. How he would give anything to switch places with him. Even just for a minute. As he continues down the aisle eye trained on you, you turn your head, and it happens. Your tear filled eyes find his, and he forgets how to breathe. Those eyes he has seen filled with rage and hurt for years in his dreams are there right in front of him, filled with tears, and he thinks they have never been more beautiful.

He is forced to stop looking at you once he passes, but he knows your last conversation can't be the last interaction you ever have. No, he has one more chance to talk to you.

At the reception.

A/N: Part 3 is in the works. I have a mid-term tonight and a lot of homework this weekend, so I probably won't get it out until Monday. Thank you to anyone who reads :) ❤️

Part 3

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[akirakirxaa]

𝑀𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑒, "𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚" 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝐼𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢

[kabukiaku]

my girl mingzhu came to me one night and she said: make me human. and I was like, aight no problem queen. so, this design was then vividly implanted in my head.

I don't know what her canon verse would look like---yet, but modern is what came to me first!

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

Pairing: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

Summary: Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent.

warnings/notes: I haven't read the comics, so its OOC Miguel :( mb gng. not much of reader x miguel just yettt. profanity, awkward moment

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Everyone at school loves Multicultural day: The day where students are able to showcase a few variations from their culture, whether it be food, a dance, or a song. The day Multicultural day was announced, students who chose to participate in performing had 3 weeks to come up with something to show on the day.

Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent. Every day since the announcement, his friends in their shared group chat sent a daily reminder to Miguel, and Miguel only, knowing his anti-social ass wouldn't show up unless they annoyed him enough to do so.

(M.Ohara_99) mahi_sniffer has mentioned you in pussy eaterssssss

Miguel groans at his phone in his hand, as he pushes the trolley in front of him even faster, speeding up so his mother that was beside wouldn't see his lit up notification. Swiftly typing with one hand.

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 usi, you coming tmr?

M.Ohara_99: David, what the hell have I told you about our group chat name? My mum can see everything you type.

M.Ohara_99: I know what usi means. I've hung out around you idiots to know enough.

mahi_sniffer: mann 😞 it was fun when you were a plastic samoan mig

M.Ohara_99: I'm not Samoan

aluaigioukae: usi is a Tongan word stupid ass

mahi_sniffer: ohh u right

aluaigioukae: HOW DO YK NOT KNOW LOL UR TONGAN URSELF

mahi_sniffer: mb, thats what happens when im around your samoan speaking ass missus too much HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: stfu

mahi_sniffer: ilyt

mahi_sniffer: ANYWAY.

mahi_sniffer: miguel bruh, come tmr pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: i'll buy you food

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: YOU DIDNT LET ME FINISH MF.

mahi_sniffer: as i was saying 🌝

mahi_sniffer: I'll buy you food for a week, even at our expensive and very overpriced canteen because you're my bestest friend in the world and because kiuga is a dog😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

aluaigioukae: WHAT DID I DO

M.Ohara_99: okay. see you tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: IT WOKRED.

aluaigioukae: worked***

mahi_sniffer: fuck uppp, bet ur freshie ass missus can't spell that either

bololicker: can you both stfu

bololicker: @M.Ohara_99 I got you something to wear for tomorrow

M.Ohara_99: Nevermind, I'm not coming.

mahi_sniffer: YOU JUST SAID YES LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE AGO WHAT

Miguel chuckles to himself while smiling at his phone, abruptly coming to a stop when he feels the trolley crash into something. He looks up with widened eyes, seeing a bunch of packets and vegetables on the floor along with a basket.

"U-uh, fuck. I am so, so sorry," He apologizes instantly, shoving his phone into the middle pocket of his jumper loosely, making his way in front of the figure before getting on to his knees and picking everything up, paying no mind to who it was. Mentally cursing at himself as his knees click loudly, wanting to drown himself as he hears a soft giggle. He was grateful that whoever it was couldn't see his face, because his embarrassment grew even more and his face morphed into a little: 0-0. He grabbed everything and placed them neatly back into the basket before getting up and handing them to the person. Only to be face to face with her.

Fuck.

Manaia Fepuleai. The very girl that may have, or may have not piqued Miguel's interest since the very start of senior year. As well as year 11, 10, 9, 8, and 7...

Miguel found himself standing still in his spot like a complete idiot. This very moment was something he planned out as one of those scenarios he thinks of before going sleep. Always thinking of a plan if he ever sees her in public, that being: flirt.

"Hey, it's okay," Manaia smiled with kindness, sending a sense of relief down his body, though, he still couldn't help that little ink of a feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff.

"You okay? Hope my big basket didn't hurt you," she joked simply, covering her mouth with the back of her palm, the other hand holding the basket. Miguel looked back at Manaia dumbfounded. Looking back at the trolley he was previously pushing and the very obviously, smaller basket in her hand.

"Wh- huh?" He looked back awkwardly while she stood there with an uncomfortable silence, as well as an expecting look on her face. He stared at her for a few seconds with a straight face, braincells finally connecting and forming her words together.

"Oh- Ohhh!" "It was a joke."

The both of them spoke at the same time. She's the first one to speak, beating him and his cut-off apology.

This was going to be one of those embarrassing thoughts that makes him unable to sleep at night, indefinitely.

"You're so funny, Miguel," Manaia laughed once again, leaving Miguel unsure whether she was laughing at him thinking he was joking as well, but it didn't matter anymore. The somewhat awkward tension was gone, he thinks.

"So! Tomorrow.. Multicultural day, yaaaayyyyy.." Miguel slowly stretches the words while making jazz hands, smiling widely as she tried her best to contain her laughter.

Oh my fucking gosh, what the fuck am I doing, Miguel thought to himself.

"You're coming this year? Normally you'd skip out. I remember the other years when you wouldn't come."

"I- uh- well, I guess since it's our last year, I see no harm in going, I guess... Never knew you were so observant of me not coming."

Manaia feels her cheeks flush, smiling heavily as she pushes his shoulder playfully. Both smile shyly at each other.

"Shut up! I've got to get going, but I'd be happy to finally see you tomorrow. Me and the rest of the girls are going to be performing tomorrow."

"I'll come!" Miguel responded a bit too quick for his liking. Taking one step back, realising his excitement and awkwardness made them both stand so close. "Sorry. I mean, I'll come tomorrow for sure. If my friends manage to annoy me enough to come." He gives her a sincere smile.

She tilts her head playfully, a sly smile painted on her face, "I thought I'd be reason enough."

Miguel grew quiet, too flustered to hide his bashful smile. "We'll see tomorrow then."

M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Disregard what I said, I am coming tomorrow.

bololicker: "disregard 🥸☝️"

aluaigioukae: AINGG SAY MUMS SOUL YOU'RE COMINGG

mahi_sniffer: whose ass do i need to eat to give my thanks , my daddy is coming after a whole hundred years 😖😖

M.Ohara_99: No one's. I'll see you all tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: you reckon it was his missus??? you kno whoooo LOLOLO👀

aluaigioukae: did ms fepuleai finally talk to you into coming to see herrrrrrr

M.Ohara_99 has left the pussy eatersssss

bololicker: LMAO IT WAS, IT FUCKING WAS SEE

aluaigioukae has added M.Ohara_99 into pussy eaterssss

mahi_sniffer: we shall thank your future missus for the wonderful magic she placed on you

bololicker: amen, amen, amen

aluaigioukae: MANAIA 🔛🔝 ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

M.Ohara_99: Of me.

bololicker: OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mahi_sniffer: HE UNSENT IT LMAOOO

aluaigioukae: I ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED IT GUYS, DW DW DW

M.Ohara_99: Kefe

next chapter

andddd thats all from me for now!! i actually enjoyed this a lot. dont be afraid to leave a comment :DDD <33

likes, reblogs, a comment and a kind follow are much appreciated 😊💞

[pinayelf]

I posted this on bsky but I can't stop thinking abt a modern au where Biyaya works at a craft shop where Davrin's a frequent customer bc he buys balsa wood for his crafting.

Everyone knows him bc he's just so ridiculously beautiful and they let him bring his griffon in bc Assan loves pets. Davrin's nice but really quiet and stern and Biyaya has a massive crush on him, but everyone else does too so it doesn't matter, Davrin probably doesn't think about her

But the truth is Davrin uses getting balsa wood as an excuse to go there to see her and he actually has way more balsa wood than he needs and he's actually gonna have to confess his crush before his garage is filled with balsa wood

[wolfclad]

ooc . Thinking about affiliated OCs...

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 16: Sparring

Pairings: Poly141xOC

Warnings: Military inaccuracies, fighting (sparring)

A/N: This was meant to be the Soap date chapter but I got a little lost, so the next chapter will be the Soap date

The next morning Aurora rises to her usual alarm and dresses in a pair of sports leggings, a military t-shirt that she cut into a tight-fitting cropps tank top, and a gray hoodie. She throws her hair in a ponytail and glances at her phone as she hears it ding,

Soap: It’s my day today Bonnie, me, and the lads have a small training session after breakfast, sparring, then I’m all yours. You’re welcome to come watch, see me beat up Gaz, get that Omega blood flowing ;)

Aurora laughs as she shakes her head at him while lacing up her sneakers. She sticks her phone in her pocket and heads to the mess. She sees all the boys already there as she sits down with her tray and begins eating. She watches as Ghost sniffs before looking at her, an eyebrow raised under his mask. Aurora sniffs herself realizing she still reeks of Johnny and Kyle after yesterday’s activities, causing a blush to grace her cheeks. John smirks into his coffee as Kyle and Johnny share a triumphant smile between the two of them.

“Are you going to come to watch us practice this morning Bonnie?” Johnny asks and Aurora smiles as she nods. “I might as well, but watch it, I might jump in and take you down,” she says playfully and Johnny lets out a small groan. “Don't threaten me with a good time Lass.” He says as Aurora shakes her head with a laugh. John nods as he looks at Aurora. “It might be good for you to jump in, I’ve seen your files, and you're quick. Show these men it's not all about brute force.” He says playfully and Aurora’s inner Omega preens at the vote of confidence from the pack Alpha.

The group finishes eating and heads off towards the training gym. As they walk Kyle throws an arm over Aurora’s shoulder. “You have two days until your heat? Have you thought about the whole losing your virginity thing more?” Kyle says quietly, causing Aurora to squeak with embarrassment. “Kyle!” She says as she reaches over and swats the back of his head causing him to let out a small laugh. “I’m just saying if you do. I would ask whoever you want your Alpha to end up being. It would probably make it a lot easier.” He says as he shrugs. “My money is on Ghost. I think you two have the most chemistry and the way you react to each other is pretty telling of a natural Alpha and Omega relationship.” He says as Aurora nods. “That makes sense, but I don’t know. I need to figure it out soon. “She sighs as they walk into the gym.

Aurora stands with the guys as John gathers them to discuss their training session for the day. After a moment he smiles as he grabs Aurora’s shoulder. “Why don’t you pair with Kyle? I think that would be good for you, let him see how a smaller opponent works.” He smiles before leaning down to whisper. “Knock him on his ass for me sweetheart. I think he could use being taken down a few pegs.” He says as Aurora smiles and nods. Aurora strips off her hoodie and she hears a small groan from Kyle and Johnny. She and Kyle head to the mat as John explains that the winner is whoever pins the other one on the mat first. Aurora nods as she closes her eyes for a moment, stepping into the role of not just Aurora but Feral, her callsign, her namesake, what makes her truly formidable on the field. When she opens her eyes her posture is more sure, her eyes a little sharper, it is obvious the girl standing on the mat isn't the meek Omega they’ve been seeing, but it is truly Feral.

“Come on, Aurora,” Kyle says, his voice deep and teasing. “You sure you want to do this?” Aurora tilts her head, her eyes narrowing mischievously. “What? You afraid you’ll lose to a little Omega?”Kyle chuckles, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “Afraid? Me? Never. But you might want to rethink this. I’m a bit bigger than you.”He smirks. “ I know,” she says, her voice light, but there is something in her gaze that suggests she had more than just size on her mind. “That’s why I’m going to have to outsmart you.”

Kyle laughs again, his confidence growing. “Good luck with that, princess. I’ll be nice and gentle, promise.” He says with a smile. “Oh, I’m not worried,” she says, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a cocky smile. “Let’s just see how gentle you are when I win.” Without another word, Kyle lungs forward, his big arms reaching for her, but Aurora is quick on her feet. She dances to the side, agile and fast, making him miss her by a hair. She flashes him a playful smirk before darting behind him. Kyle blinks, then spins around, but it is too late. Aurora had already dropped to the ground, sliding between his legs, and before he knew it, she had a firm grip on his ankles. With a swift tug, she yanks him off balance, sending him stumbling.

“Whoa, hey!” Kyle grunts, his balance teetering as he crashes to his knees. He catches himself before he completely falls, but the smirk has faded from his face as Aurora grins up at him. “I thought you were bigger and stronger?” she teases, hands on her hips. He glares playfully at her as he pushes himself back up. “You got lucky. I’ll get you this time, don’t worry.” Kyle takes a step toward her, but this time Aurora doesn’t move. Instead, she tilts her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Oh, I don’t think so. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”She says with a smirk.

Before he can react, Aurora shoots forward, but this time she doesn’t go for his legs. Instead, she slips behind him and gives a light shove to his back. Kyle stumbles forward, off-balance, but just as he is about to recover, Aurora darts around him again, faster than before. She has him on the ropes, and she knows it. Kyle turns, trying to grab her, but she is already a step ahead, ducking under his arm and darting behind him again. This time, she catches his wrist with a swift movement, tugging his arm behind his back. “Hey! That’s cheating!” Kyle almost whines though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“Cheating?” Aurora’s voice is low, teasing, as she leans in close, her breath warm against his ear. “I thought you like a little challenge.” She has to fight to keep her Omega self at bay, his smell enticing to her as it darkens with arousal as their fight continues. He shivers involuntarily, but instead of pulling away, he leans in slightly, his voice rougher now. “You think you can just outsmart me like this?” He says, his voice a small growl. Aurora’s fingers dig gently into the back of his hand, her grip firm, but not painful. “I don’t think so, Kyle. I know it.”

He grunts and tries to twist his wrist free, but her hold is solid. She is relentless, using his size against him. And, god, she was making this way too fun. "What's the matter, big guy? You seem to be losing," she teases, giving his hand a little tug, forcing his arm higher behind his back. Kyle growls playfully. "I'm just... letting you think you're winning." Aurora's grin widens, and she gives his wrist another nudge, forcing him to lean forward just a bit more. She could feel the heat of his body against hers now, and her pulse quickened, a mixture of victory and arousal bubbling up inside her. She faintly registers both of their scents changing in the small room.

"And what exactly am I supposed to think you're doing, huh?" she whispers, her voice suddenly lower, closer to his ear. Kyle's breathing hitches slightly, his voice rougher now, filled with a mixture of challenge and admiration. "You think you're gonna pin me down like this, huh? What's next, princess? Gonna take me down with those little hands of yours?" Kyle says playfully. Aurora smirks, enjoying the way he was starting to lose his cool. She gave his wrist a playful squeeze, making him flinch. "Maybe I am," she murmurs, her lips brushing against the side of his neck, so close to his scent gland that Kyle lets out a small whimper. "You're not exactly fighting very hard.” She says before leaning to whisper in his ear, “But I bet I know what is hard.” A small giggle escapes her as he releases an exasperated growl.

He curses under his breath, his chest tightening with a mix of frustration and something much less easy to label. "You... you're gonna pay for this," he growls, though his tone lacks the usual confidence. But Aurora wasn’t backing down. She leans in just a little more, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she uses his momentum to push him forward. Kyle stumbles, his hands landing on the mat in front of him, and Aurora drops onto his back, securing him in a playful, triumphant hold. And just like that, she had him pinned. Her smaller frame was comfortably seated on top of him, her hands still holding his wrists above his head. He was caught, and his pride thoroughly shattered.

Aurora let out a soft laugh, her face hovering inches above his. Scent gland. “See? I told you I’d win.” Kyle groans beneath her, his breath quick and shallow. “Alright, alright. You win,” he admits, though there was a sparkle in his eye. “But next time… I’ll be the one calling the shots.” Aurora leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear once more. “You can try,” she whispers, her tone playful but full of challenge. Kyle’s breath hitches, and for a moment, the teasing turns into something heavier, more charged. The two stare at each other before John clears his throat. “I think that makes Aurora the winner.” He calls out and Aurora jumps up, as if remembering they had an audience. Aurora smiles as she walks over to Johnny who is exclaiming excitedly over what he witnessed.

“The wee little Omega took you down that easily there Gaz?” Johnny’s playful voice calls out. “She’s faster than she looks, McTavish! I’d like to see you try.” Kyle grumbles as Johnny smirks, looking Aurora up and down. “ I think I can take the wee Lass. What do you say, Bonnie?” Johnny’s voice calls out, a smirk on his lips as Aurora looks over at John for approval. John gives a small nod, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at her. He knew Aurora could handle Kyle and Johnny, he had no doubt in his mind. Aurora smiles as she heads to join Johnny who had already walked to the mat.

Johnny stood in the center of the mat, grinning as he sized up his opponent. Aurora’s muscles were taut and her body fluid with readiness. She stood a few feet away, hands already raised in a mock defensive stance. The difference in their sizes was obvious, Johnny was tall, broad-shoulders, and solid, a towering presence compared to Aurora's compact frame, but she was nimble, quick, and full of energy.

"Ready to get taken down?" Aurora teases, bouncing on her toes. Her grin was mischievous, and her eyes gleamed with excitement. Johnny chuckles, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. "Oh, I’m not worried Bonnie. You should be more concerned about your ankles, though. You know how easily I can trip you up, right?" He smirks. Aurora shot him a playful glare. "You wish. Just try to catch me, big guy."

The match began with a rush. Johnny lunges, his reach making it seem like he’d have no trouble cornering her. But Aurora was already gone, a blur of motion slipping around him, dancing out of his grasp with ease. Her movements were a combination of grace and speed, fluid but deceptively powerful. "Too slow," she teases, her voice light as she darts behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly before moving again. "Come on, you’re supposed to be the big bad man here, I'm the small little Omega. Show me what you’ve got." She says her voice is full of playfulness.

Johnny, trying to adjust to her movements, grins. "Oh, I’m just getting warmed up, Lass don’t worry." He threw a wide, sweeping punch, but Aurora was already darting several feet away, laughing. "You know, if you keep this up, you might hurt yourself before you hurt me," she says, a playful glint in her eyes. She slips behind him again, grazing his side with a quick, soft jab before skipping back.

He turns to face her, trying to catch her, but she was fast, always a step ahead. Her laughter, light, and teasing, kept ringing in his ears, pushing him to move quicker, to be better. Suddenly, she changes her tactic. With a feigned stumble, Aurora made it look like she tripped. Johnny, thinking he’d caught an opening, charges at her with a grin, ready to knock her down. But it was a trap. As soon as he lungs, she ducks low, spinning around his body with expert precision. Before Johnny knew what was happening, she swept his legs out from under him, sending him sprawling onto the mat.

For a moment, Johnny was stunned, staring down at the mat trying to catch his breath. Aurora wastes no time. In one fluid motion, she was on top of him, straddling his back with a triumphant laugh. “Gotcha!” she declares, her voice full of playful mockery. Johnny, now pinned with his chest to the mat, groans. “Alright, alright, you got me, Bonnie.” he huffs, breathing hard. Aurora grins down at him, her knees resting firmly on either side of his body. “Looks like you’re at my mercy now,” she teases, leaning in closer, her voice a low purr. “What’s it like, big guy? Feeling a little... overpowered?” She let out a small purr as she gave a bite to his neck, a little harder than she intends resulting in a small mark. Johnny lets out a loud growl as she giggles. John clears his throat and Aurora quickly gets up and walks over to him with a small smile.

Kyle laughs as Johnny got up. “I told you she’s faster than she looks!” He yells out, a small whine in his voice. Aurora smiles as John clasps a proud hand on her shoulder. A low growl is heard and Aurora spins around to be almost chest to chest with Ghost who’s looking down at her, his eyes zeroed in on her. “Want to try me now Little One?” He says, his voice a low growl as he watches her body language. Aurora tries to fight the small shiver that threatens to go down her spine at the way he is looking down at her. “I think it’s only fair, the Betas got to see you up close, I think it’s my turn.” He says and Aurora stares up at him defiantly before nodding. She knew she wouldn’t beat him but she would damn sure make sure it wasn’t easy for him.

Ghost smiles as he walks to the mat, staring Aurora down. “I won’t go easy on you Little Omega. I want to see what you’re truly capable of.” He says, his voice a low growl. The gym was quiet except for the sound of shifting feet and the soft rustling of fabric against skin. Aurora stood at one end of the mat, her muscles coiled with anticipation. Across from her, Ghost looms, a mountain of a man whose silent presence was almost as intimidating as his size. He wasn’t just big he was massive, a wall of muscle, his movements slow but deliberate like a predator sizing up its prey.

Aurora cracks her neck and bounces lightly on her toes, trying to keep the energy flowing in her small, agile frame. Ghost, on the other hand, simply stares, his dark eyes observing her with that unnerving stillness. "You’re fast, little one," Ghost says, his tone low, almost a growl. "But speed won’t save you." He says, his eyes boring into hers.

Aurora smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You’re about to find out," she replies, her voice playful yet tinged with the edge of challenge. Without another word, the match began. Ghost moves like a shadow, large arms swinging in powerful, slow arcs. His strikes were heavy and deliberate, but Aurora was quicker. She darts to the side, slipping through the gaps in his defenses, a flash of movement with each step. Her punches were precise, aimed at his midsection, trying to chip away at his towering frame. But for every strike she lands, Ghost barely flinches. He was a wall. Every time she came too close, his hand would whip out, grabbing her wrist with frightening strength and tossing her to the side like a doll. She lands on her feet, quick as ever, but the cost of his blows was starting to show in her breathless gasps.

“Little one,” Ghost murmurs, stepping forward, his movements unhurried. His hand shot out, brushing dangerously close to her face as she dodges again. "You’re going to have to try harder." He says, his voice almost teasing. Aurora was fast, but Ghost was relentless. She moves with grace, but he moves with purpose, and he was catching up. Every time she aims a jab, Ghost was there, blocking, countering, never giving her a chance to fully control the pace. And with each moment, the air between them grew charged, heavy with unspoken tension. She couldn’t deny it, there was something about the way Ghost moves that sent a shiver down her spine. The air in the small room was thick with the sweet scent of Omega and the dark scent of Alpha, almost choking the others.

Their eyes met for a brief, electric second, and Aurora felt a smirk tug at her lips. "You think you’ve got me figured out?" she taunts, darting around him, keeping her voice light even though her heart was pounding in her chest. "I know you’re fast," Ghost responds, his tone rough and low. "But you’re too small to keep dodging me forever."Aurora glances at his arms, the muscles barely straining as he reaches out to grab her once more. She moves again, but this time Ghost was ready. With a flick of his wrist, he caught her by the waist, lifting her off her feet and slamming her back to the mat. The force of it left her gasping, her breath stolen in the collision. She could faintly hear small growls from the other pack members, John holding a hand out to stop Kyle and Johnny from rushing the mat, their instinct to protect their Omega was strong.

For a moment, Aurora couldn’t move. The world seems to spin around her as she fights to regain her bearings. She was on her feet in an instant, scrambling to get her bearings. Ghost was on top of her now, using her disorientation to send her sprawling on her stomach, a heavy weight pressing down on her back, pinning her to the floor. "You can’t escape me, little one," Ghost growls in her ear, his voice close and gravelly. His breath was hot against her skin, his large hand gripping her arms, holding them to the mat. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, his muscles hard as stone.

Aurora tries to wiggle free, but it is futile. Ghost’s size and strength were too much. She could feel the pressure of his weight, and for the first time in the match, she felt a real sense of vulnerability. Her breath hitches as his voice rumbles in her ear again, sending a shiver down her spine. "I’ve got you now, little one," he whispers, his tone carrying a dark, possessive undertone. "You’re not going anywhere." His mask-coated lips brush the scent gland on her neck, making her have to force down the Omega desire to submit.

Aurora’s pulse quickens. She was pinned, trapped under him, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and something about the way he spoke, the way he loomed over her, sent an electric charge through her. She could feel the hard line of his body pressed against her back, his warmth wrapping around her like a cage. She swallows hard, her mind racing. "You... think you can just hold me down like this? Think you can just make me submit?" she says, her voice breathless but defiant.

Ghost's chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, and it sends vibrations through her body. "You’re too stubborn to give up, aren’t you?"He growls lowly.

Aurora’s hands curl into fists, frustration mingling with a strange, dangerous heat that was rising between them. She hadn’t lost, not yet. She refuses to admit it, but the reality of being pinned under him, being held so firmly by his strength, was starting to send her head spinning, But Ghost wasn’t finished. Slowly, carefully, he leans in closer, his breath warm on the back of her neck. “You make things interesting,” he murmurs, his voice a dark growl. “But you can’t beat me.” Aurora’s body tenss, her frustration turning into determination. She was small and agile, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Even under his weight, even with his hand wrapped firmly around her wrists, she would fight to the last minute.

Still, as Ghost shifts slightly, his body presses even closer to hers, she can feel the undeniable tension between them, a kind of charged energy that crackles in the air, filling the space with an unspoken promise. Aurora’s breath caught in her throat as she looks up at him, her chest heaving with exertion. She was pinned, but she wasn’t broken, not yet. "You won’t make me submit," she says, her voice quiet but laced with defiance.

Ghost remains still for a moment, studying her. His hands loosened just slightly, almost as if he were contemplating her words. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he leans in, his clothed lips brushing against her ear. "Maybe," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous, "but I’ll enjoy watching you try to fight it. It’ll make it that much sweeter when you finally do."With that, he tightens his grip again, holding her firmly in place. John clears his throat again and the weight of Ghost is suddenly off her back. Aurora lays there a moment more as she takes a few calming breaths in before sitting up on her knees. John is smiling at her, proud even though she lost. He dismisses the team and Johnny happily walks up to her.

”Are you ready for our date Bonnie?” He asks with a smile and Aurora nods, excited to spend some time alone with her sweet Johnny.

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