#alpha syndrome

[deniigi]

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CC-2224 has always been the sharpest of the batch; he finishes his exercises early, soaks up information and repeats it with impressive accuracy. He already knows how to read and write nearly a year and a half beyond his age.

But now it’s all gone. Every bit of it.

CC-2224 doesn’t even know his letters. He smiles when CC-3636 tries to help him remember them. His handwriting is nothing as it was before: shaky, lumpy. He makes letters set in front of him but connects them to no alphabet or purpose.

He doesn’t engage with controls in simulations. Even his ability to feed himself is not half as sure as it was before.

And after a while, Alpha starts to realize that CC-2224 can pinpoint that something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. He’s not reacting the way everyone else reacts at the arrival of one brother or another; he’s not able to work out the relevance of lessons.

And worst of all, his batchmates are wary of him. They, too, know that something is wrong.

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art of a moment between Alpha-17 and Cody from little bird, little bird.

#fic #matt's art #commander cody #alpha-17 #Clone Troopers #star wars #if you don't want to read the whole fic #the general hc I have for cody is that he gets reconditioned as a little one #and he has acute imposter syndrome from then on #so he climbs the ranks as a means of gaining control over what he can #because he feels that he may not even be who his brothers think he is

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.1

Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam (20 yrs old) x Original Male Na’vi Character 

Summary: Neteyam is kidnapped by the Olo’eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires. 

Warnings: more smut as the story continues, alpha/beta/omega universe so unequal power dynamics, swearing, stockholm syndrome, more warnings with the coming chapters. 

Author’s note: This is my first fanfic I have posted online and the first smut I have ever written, so please be nice. If you don’t like, just don’t read. This first part may be shorter than the coming chapters. It will act as a test run. If you like it, please let me know and I will continue updating. Also please ignore some of the plot ambiguity. 

The night air was crisp and soothing with the sounds of wildlife purring throughout the forest. Neteyam lay soundly asleep alone in his hammock dreaming of the ride on his ikran he planned to pursue the next day. He was proud of the independence his father had been granting him lately, letting him go solo on certain journeys and even hunt on his own every now and then, despite his omega gender. It was no small feat to convince the man he would be safe alone, especially with all of the Na’vi young males that had been constantly pining for his affections. Jake was a proud and protective father so when high strung navi warriors made grabs at his only omega son, he was known to retaliate and tighten the reins. 

On normal days Lo’ak had the luxury of an alpha title and therefore was able to pounce along the forest without a second thought from his parents. For Neteyam, he was stuck weaving baskets and making bracelets with his mother or occasionally following around his father and brother in their less dangerous pursuits. Recently however, his father had finally conceded to letting his son go on solo rides that didn’t stray from the hallelujah mountains along with hunts that brought him back to the clan before eclipse. Freedom was paradise to Neteyam even if he wasn’t known to fly as far as his brother. 

A loud crack startled the boy into opening his eyes. There was no accompanying sound to follow but nevertheless he now lay slightly lucid in his hammock wondering if the sound was only his imagination. After a long pause in silence, he finally decided it was nothing and turned to his other side to sleep. However, he did not get the chance to continue dreaming. This time a chilling ikran call echoed throughout the forest from a short distance. Neteyam didn’t even have time to sit up and look for the source before a sudden impact hit his side causing the hammock to swing dramatically. 

The motion had him gasping and practically swinging completely out of the bed before he was able to get a grip on the mesh material enough to keep him there dangling high above the forest ground. The village slowly began to hum as others awoke and searched for the threat. Neteyam ignored the distant conversations slowly erupting as he looked down below for the best way to fall. He slowly felt his heart rate recover from the startling events as he decided on a route that would take him colliding from leaf to leaf till he could hit the bottom. 

“Neteyam!” His father’s call interrupted his thoughts as he strained to see his figure a few trees behind him. 

“I’m fine!” He yelled across the distance, but the commotion continued and kicked up in urgency.

To his surprise families started emerging from their beds and warriors were scrambling for their bows and arrows. 

“Climb! Climb!” Jake commanded with great intensity while rushing closer. Neteyam was confused at the objection to safe fall but knew better than to disobey his father. He flexed his arms and core as he tried to lift himself back up into the hammock. 

Suddenly, ikran calls and war cries echoed around and below the Na’vi male. He made the mistake of whipping his head around to identify the threat only to nearly get knocked down by an ikran and rider aiming directly for his hammock. Without another thought his instincts kicked in and he gracefully swung his body back before using that inertia to propel himself at the nearest tree. Desperate hands and feet grasped at the vines on the tree as he threw his body into a climb. 

The ikran circled around the tree giving the boy glimpses of the tall rider crouching in a determined stance. Blood racing through his veins at a quicker speed, Neteyam threw all of his groggy energy into flinging himself up the tree in unpredictable directions. His hands were already forming small cuts and his legs aching with the surprise of the unprepared physical exertion. At this point the village was in a full riot as the ikran and mystery riders swirled through the forest. 

Neteyam leaped from the tree to nearby hanging vines allowing him to travel to a smaller tree deeper in the brush. His impact was clumsy; the tree was weaker than predicted but he was now out from under the riders radar and able to see the chaos for what it was. From a distance he could now see that the intruders were flanking his abandoned hammock. His father was the first to charge at the navi and engage in combat. His mother was not far behind as she picked up her bow and arrow already pointing at one of the riders. 

Strong claws gripped Neteyam by the shoulders before lifting him through the air. The boy gasped and hissed while frantically trying to maneuver his way out of the ikrans claws. 

“NETEYAM!” His father’s call rang out with desperation but the boy was too busy writhing and reaching for the claws to spot him. 

After only a few seconds the claws suddenly released him and he found himself quickly falling through the air. He tried to get into the proper flat position to fall upon the protective leaves but instead of hitting the greenery he found the air almost knocked out of him as he fell onto another ikran’s back. His body started to slide across its smooth skin before a strong hand reached back to grip his arm. 

Neteyam was too busy to identify the rider gripping him but instead focused all of his efforts on prying the fingers off of his arm. If he could just get the man to release him he might still have a chance at cascading into the leaves down below for a safe landing. The Na’vi male’s grip didn’t budge as he hosted Neteyam’s dangling body from the back off the ikran to instead lay across his lap. Before he could push himself up from his lap the intruder was already wrapping an arm around his waist tightly and moving to position the omega in front. 

Neteyam quickly elbowed him in the nose once in a slightly upright position. The rider’s grip loosened enough in shock to allow Neteyam to break free and start to slide off of the ikran. His efforts were in vain however as the ikran banked to the right and the omega went sliding towards the rider instead of away. Muscular long arms wrapped themselves around the boy’s shoulders and waist while he hissed angrily. 

“Calm, little one.” The stranger’s deep voice purred at the infuriated omega as he positioned the boy’s smaller body in front of him. 

“Let me go before I skin you!” He bellowed struggling in the grasp. The man was back into position to direct the Ikran while still trapping Neteyam. They soared left towards an opening in the forest. Cries could be heard from all around as ikrans flowed past them along with arrows and running villagers. 

His father was already on his own ikran swiping through the air quickly to reach his son. The sight of him gave Neteyam a sliver of hope. With this motivation he sporadically sunk his teeth deep into the arm around his shoulder. The coppery taste in his mouth confirmed he had drawn blood. The male let out a pained and frustrated hiss before using his other hand to grab Neteyam by the hair and pull him off. 

“Hold on Neteyam!” A cry came from far behind.

The stranger repositioned the bleeding arm to securely encircle the boy’s middle before his other hand pressed firmly against the pressure points in his neck. Neteyam went limp against the man as he lost consciousness. 

“Sleep now, Ma Neteyam.”

Kxolo admired Neteyam, still asleep peacefully on the mat of his village. The journey from the Omaticaya village to his own was short but difficult as he and the other warriors fought to escape the defending villagers’ advances. Jake Sully was particularly enraged as he chased down Kxolo, streaming out war cries. Kxolo found it a challenge to direct his ikran with the delicate omega limp in his arms but luckily he had practiced and planned the escape route with such precision that even the infamous Taruk Makto could not catch up to them. 

His clan crouched around the boy trying to get a good look at the omega Kxolo had been determined to bring home. He could not stop thinking about the young omega since his visit to the Omaticaya clan. His beauty and presence were enthralling. Jake had refused to let Kxolo court him, not even letting the boy in the village that day upon hearing of his intentions. Despite his persuasions and promises, Toruk Makto stayed firm in his decision. It was only after receiving a sign from Eywa of their soulmate bond that Kxolo decided to kidnap Neteyam. As Olo’eyktan, his warriors followed through with carrying out the abduction, eager to find their chief mated. 

 “He sure put up a fight.” Pulo, his second in command and best friend, chuckled while gesturing to Kxolo’s bandaged arm. “Looks like a little more than a love bite if you ask me.” 

“Ma Neteyam has spirit. A feisty little omega he is.”

“I would expect nothing less from an omega mated to you.” Kxolo rolled his eyes fondly at his friend. “Although it may make the first few weeks challenging. I hope you have selected warriors that are up for this task of special babysitting.”

“He will be a handful I’m sure but Eywa knows he will come around.”

Eventually Neteyam started to groan and stir as he regained consciousness. His gaze was unfocused and confused for a few seconds as it took in the sight of the crowd surrounding him. His large amber eyes widened as realization struck and he instantly sprung up and into a crouched fighting position. He hissed at the strangers while eyes shot around the circle to look for an opening. Kxolo recognized the signs of a male about to pounce and attack, lowered ears, focused eyes and swishing tail. Neteyam let out a cry as he flung towards the far side of the crowd. The warriors standing there were unfazed and simply tightened formation to create a wall that he could not get through. 

“Let me through you skxawng!”

“Neteyam.” Kxolo’s firm alpha call was barely heard by the omega as he continued to fight against the crowd. The alpha rose back to his feet and quickly caught the thrashing omega in his arms secured around the waist and shoulders once more. “Hush little omega and calm. I do not want to bind you, lovely.”

“Who are you? Let me go!” The alpha’s arms were like bands of steel easily holding the smaller male to his chest. This however did not stop Neteyam from thrashing against him with all the strength he could muster. 

“Shhhh” The alpha purred against his ear while letting the calming pheromones wash over the struggling male. “Calm, little one. Calm.”

Pulo turned to Tamil in a silent command to grab the bindings in preparation. It was evident that no amount of pheromones was going to calm the raging omega. 

“Get your hands off of me! Let me go before I skin you!” His words were unwavering but frantic movements showed that Neteyam knew he was no match for the stronger male holding him. 

“Looks like we will have to do this the hard way. Brother, help me bind.” Tamil used the strong cords to bind Neteyam’s arms behind his head quickly while Kxolo held him still against his chest. A string of curses left his mouth as he now fought off the two alphas. In the end he found himself bound and secured to one of the higher branches of the nearby tree. “My love, I will give you a couple minutes to let out your frustrations and energy out here but I will be right back.” Kxolo affectionately stroked the omega’s cheek as he hissed at the alpha. 

Kxolo turned back to the crowd quickly setting into motion the preparations for Neteyam. More warriors were sent out to the borders along the village to keep watch for Omaticaya intruders. Some of the women informed him of the prepared clothes and jewelry for Neteyam. The unneeded warriors and villagers were dismissed, although some tried to stay in order to get a better look at their leader’s future mate. 

“Jake Sully will not be far behind, brother.” Tamil warned.

“Toruk has flown these grounds for years. It is only a matter of time before he leads his rider to the entrance.” Pulo added.

“I know, in fact I am counting on it.” The two exchanged a look of confusion as Kxolo adjusted his bow to lie on his back. “It is important that he comes to confront us. Only with Neteyam safe in our hands will I be able to explain the nature of the situation.”

“He will be angry.” Pulo reminded him.

“Of course he will be, but it won’t change things. Call when you see him coming. I need to go talk to my mate.”

He advanced confidently back towards the omega still struggling. Despite the tension of the situation Kxolo could not help but stare at the lean boy's toned body stretched out against the tree. The curve of his small waist even more accentuated than he last remembered with the occasional freckles littering his gorgeous hips. They locked eyes as Kxolo came to tower over the boy. Golden eyes glared back at him defiantly. He fought the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he admired how adorable the young warrior looked trying to intimidate him. 

Neteyam stood still now, still angry but Kxolo could tell the boy was losing energy. It did not help that he was bound to fully present soon, making his omega body tire more easily. Kxolo imagined the poor omega was exhausted after the night’s events. The weeks leading up to presenting were exhausting enough without having to fight off strange alphas in the middle of the night. 

“Neteyam,” The Sully boy weakly went to bite at the hand Rxolo used to cup his cheek. “Have you calmed yourself now, baby?” The nipping stopped with exhaustion but his glare stayed in place trying to mentally scorch the man in front of him. 

“I know you must have many questions. Now is the time to ask them.” For a second it seemed like the smaller male was not going to speak but finally a small mutter left his lips. 

“You’re Kxolo Te Iiyi Letvesi’itan. The Olo’eytkan that visited my father last month.”

“Glad to hear you remember me.”

“Why am I here?”

“Ma Neteyam, I have brought you here to be my mate. Eywa has destined us to be together.” Surprise and fear flickered in those gorgeous eyes but were soon covered up by an angry hiss.

“I am not your mate you skxawng! Abducting an omega in the middle of the night does not make them yours.” Kxolo ignored insults and remained calm as he continued to explain.

“I spoke with your father about my intentions of courting you many times but he has forbidden it. The day after I left there was a sign from Eywa confirming our destiny as soulmates from Tsahik, but he has continued to dishonor these prophecies. I was forced with no other option than to carry them out without his permission.”

“You liar and thief! My father is Taruk Makto. He will rip your heart out in front of your eyes before you have the chance to ask for forgiveness.” His words were like venom but the alpha could see the strain of them on the omega’s body. His muscles were giving out and chest heaving at the effort of maintaining the show of bravery against the alpha. 

“I know you are upset, little one. It is going to take time for you to adjust but I am willing to be patient and guide you along the way. I see you, Neteyam.”

“A rock sees better than you, you fool! I will never be your mate!” The smaller male spat at the alpha. 

Within a breath Kxolo’s larger frame was pressed up against him and strong larger hands encased either side of Neteyam’s head. The stern unmoving look the alpha gave him made his mind sputter to a stop. “No amount of fighting or running is going to keep you away from me. You are mine. Eywa has written us in the stars. I love you more than you will be able to understand. I have known you and I are meant to be since the moment I saw you. I do not care how long it takes for you to acknowledge this connection. I do not care how many times you kick, bite, scratch or try to kill me, I will always come after you. You are my world now, Neteyam. In time you will come to love me too.”

Silence fell over the pair. Neteyam’s heart rate was skyrocketing causing his chest to rise up and down till he was practically panting. The night was too much and Kxolo could tell his omega was telling him to rest. The alpha lovingly stroked the boy’s cheek with his thumb. 

“You poor thing have been through so much tonight. I promise I will have you back in bed resting soon my love.”

 He reluctantly stepped back and turned towards the warning cries of warriors. Toruk Makto was here. 

The red banshee was easy to spot, even in the dead of night. There was no chance of Jake surprising the clan in an environment he had never scouted out before. Kxolo knew that Jake Sully would have to confront him directly. 

Toruk soared towards them with a loud cry before landing in front of Kxolo and the warriors set around them. Jake was armed with only a knife he must have grabbed in the haste of chasing after his son. He stared down Kxolo with hatred and burning that only a protective father could muster. 

“Dad!” Neteyam cried desperately struggling against the binds once more. The upstart of thrashing was starting to cause the cords to dig into the omega’s arms. Kxolo placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder trying to prevent more damage.

“Kxolo! You let my Goddamn son go now!”

“Calm, Olo’eyktan Toruk Makto. I told you this would happen. You decided to ignore the signs of Eywa.” 

Jake withdrew his knife from its sleeve with a growl. “You have my son tied up to a damn tree in the middle of the night and have the nerve to speak to me about the signs of Eywa?!”

The warriors surrounding the area slowly started to circle in at the sight of the knife. Despite their uneasiness, Kxolo remained relaxed as if the conversation was a small chat about the weather. 

“Steady Jake Sully. It would not be wise of you to attack.”

“We passed wise a long time ago.” The warriors around him let out tentative cries in response to Jake’s fighting stance. Kxolo could feel Neteyam’s pulse speed up in anticipation of the fight ahead. “Get your hand off my son.” He hissed at the hand still placed upon the omega’s shoulder. 

“You are not only outnumbered but also at risk of starting a war by attacking. I have conversed with the Tsahiks of the nearest clans and they have confirmed the sign. In addition their Olo’eyktan have agreed to honor and defend Eywa’s will even into combat if necessary. Be reasonable. You do not want this fight.”

Jake’s stance never let up for a second but fear could be seen in his eyes. He was faced with an impossible ultimatum. Neteyam was growing more restless by the minute as he watched his father’s hesitation. 

“There is still time to talk. We can still come to terms with the situation and find the best course moving forward for Neteyam.”

“How is any of this the best for Neteyam?” He ground out through gritted teeth. Pulo inched closer to Jake, still in anticipation of things going south. 

“You know I will take care of him. I would never hurt him. I meant what I said to you about loving your son. You can trust he is in good hands.” Jake gripped the handle of the blade in restraint. “If you and I work together I am sure there is a way that Neteyam can still visit his family.”

The comment sent Jake lunging at Kxolo in anger only to be stopped by the warriors’ aimed weapons protecting their leader. Jake hissed in frustration while hopelessly looking at his struggling son. Tears were starting to well up in Neteyam’s eyes no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. Kxolo wanted more than anything to comfort the whimpering omega but that would have to wait till the threat at hand was taken care of. 

“Neteyam.” Jake’s voice rose barely above a whisper.

“Dad.” The boy barely gasped out without crying.

“Do not worry. Everything is going to be alright. I am going to figure this out.”

A small sob escaped the omega’s throat before the stream of heavy tears gushed down his cheeks. He knew what that promise entailed. His father would not be taking him home tonight. Kxolo could see the heartbreak in Jake’s expression as he forced himself to focus back onto the chief. 

“This is not over. You harm a hair on his head and I will tear you apart limb by limb till you are begging me to kill you.”

The alpha simply gave a short response of “He is safe,” as Jake backed away towards Toruk. He didn’t miss the murder in Jake’s eyes as he mounted the Ikran. Watching the large ikran soar off into the distance, Rxolo knew the fight was not over but for tonight Neteyam would finally be in his arms where he was meant to be. 

Neteyam took a long time to console after his father left. Once the tears had started, they did not stop. It was still not safe to leave the boy completely unrestrained but Tamil quickly adjusted it so that it was a simple binding of his wrists behind his back. This allowed Kxolo to scoop the boy carefully into his lap and against his chest. Neteyam was too far into his fit to really put up a fight as the alpha swayed him back and forth and hushed him softly. 

“My poor Neteyam.” He cooed while stroking the boy’s braids. The alpha once again released calming pheromones and found it more effective. Neteyam started to go limp in his arms as the sobs continued. It was clear that at this point his body was ready to give out. 

“Pulo, are we set for the night?”

“Guard shifts are organized and underway and the hammock is ready for Neteyam.”

“Perfect, thank you brother.” Looking down at the omega he could tell his cries were softening and eyes lided as he fought to stay awake. “I think it is time we get you back to bed sweet one.” Neteyam only stared off into the distance completely lost in his exhaustion.

He continued in this state as they led him towards the sleeping area of the village. Kxolo guided him with a hand to his lower back all the while peeking over consistently for signs of resistance or distress. Finally, they reached the hammock set up for Neteyam. The omega halted.

“Come Neteyam. I can help you down.”

“Aren’t you going to unbind me?” He writhed his arms against the cords in emphasis. 

“Can we trust you to stay put?” Pulo intervened, although the alphas knew they would untie him regardless. 

“Do I have a choice?” The boy gritted out. Pulo simply shook his head and chuckled softly at the Na’vi’s anger. 

“Oh you have a choice. You are free to leave your hammock but you may find the journey back over a guard’s shoulder to be counterproductive.”

Neteyam shot Pulo a look that could kill before tugging at his restraints once more, a silent request to be released. Kxolo motioned for him to be brought over. 

“You need rest Ma Neteyam. Don’t be foolish and waste your energy tonight causing trouble.” Kxolo slipped an arm around the omega’s waist. Before the young warrior could manage to escape his hold, the alpha laid a sweet kiss at the crown of his future mate’s head. “I will let you sleep on your own tonight but if you need me, simply call. Sleep well my love.”

With that, the bonds were cut and Neteyam was helped into the hammock reluctantly. However, it was not until the alpha could hear the soft snores coming from the omega that he left to find sleep himself.

#avatar #omega neteyam #abo universe #avatar way of water #protective jake sully #alpha oc #stockholm syndrome #avatar smut #neteyam fanfiction #omatikaya #avatar fanfiction #sub neteyam #male x male #toruk makto

[fairystar111]

A/B/O AU WIP:

The general vibe for this one is Katsuki falling victim to his instincts and Shigaraki and Dabi taking full advantage of that. Since his omega has been neglected for so long it made him far more susceptible to manipulation than a typical omega would be.

The blue haired man was talking but he couldn't hear a word. He was hyperventilating, his heart was pounding in his ears. Terrified whimpers escaped him as his distressed smell was starting to leak from underneath the day old scent patch. Releasing a sickly sweet distinctly omega smell. The room goes dead silent as the revelation of his true classification is exposed. It was getting harder to breathe. His mind was racing coming up with scenarios each worse than the last. He knows what happens to kidnapped omegas, especially those with powerful quirks. He'll be claimed and mated against his will and used to breed pups until he can’t anymore.

“It's been a rough day for you, hasn't it puppy?” Dabi cooed as he scented the boy. The crying boy whined in his arms before going lax. ”Shh shh you're doing so well baby,” He purred as he got the boy drunk on soothing pheromones. He broke out into a smile when he received tiny almost soundless purrs in return.

“Mine,” Dabi growled possessively, tightening his hold on the small blond. It shouldn't be this easy for the boy to drop just due to pheromones. The ones he and his lover were dousing him in weren't even that strong. Clearly their puppy had been more neglected than they had assumed. 

“Ours,” Shigaraki confirmed before doing the same, covering the boy in his scent. 

“No! 'm a hero! I’m leavin’,” the boy shouted, setting off tiny crackling explosions from his palms. His heart stopped as he realized what he had done, the temperature of the room dropping as the mood plummets. He could smell anger coming from Daddy Shigaraki and disappointment from Papa Dabi. 

“Naughty puppy, do we need to bring back the restraints? Well do we?” 

Katsuki whined cursing his biology as his instincts screamed appease sire, appease dam, apologize, take punishment. He flopped over on Daddy’s Shigaraki’s lap, belly up and neck bared in submission. 

#kidnapping #stockhom syndrome #platonic yandere #parental yandere #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #yandere #ao3 author #ao3 #bnha #alpha beta omega #tomura shigaraki #dabi mha #bakugou katsuki #yandere dabi #yandere shigaraki tomura

[ollifree]

No Wolf-Man's Land

Fic for @barbwritesstuff's IFs 'Blood Moon' and 'Thicker Than', featuring @atypicalacademic's Mahim.

[Ao3 Mirror]

A vampire and a werewolf go to the movies, and neither knows exactly who is trespassing. Set during the time skip between parts one and two of 'Thicker Than'.

Obviously I should have waited to see how the pack's going to cameo in the game before writing this. However, and I cannot stress this enough, Barb's writing is my cocaine. The setting and the characters do things to me I don't have words to adequately describe. Either I write the fanfic as it comes to me or I start mauling.

“Okay, what seats do we want?”

“Up front!”

Hyun picks the ones they normally do. Fourth row up, two from the aisle.

Chris has an aunt-related emergency. Which is unfortunate, because Hyun likes that aunt, and annoying. Because vampires can’t pick up their sons during the day no matter how much they want to. They can’t even pick up their phones. They’re dead.

But, arrangements have been made, and now Hyun and Seong have a few nights to spend together. So what if Hyun took their toddler to a late-for-toddlers movie? It’s the weekend! Plenty other people here seemed to have the same idea.

A group ahead of them in another snack queue draws Hyun’s attention. Five kids, the oldest in her tweens and the youngest about Seong’s age, and one adult. Her buzzed brown hair reminds Hyun so much of Tracy they have to double-take and make sure it isn’t her. Three of the kids look so alike they can only be related. The two girls and the adult couldn’t have passed as relatives if lives depended on it.

“Do you have any water cups for the little guy? I’ll pay for a small.” A cashier tells the babysitter her total. She shifts the youngest boy further up her hip, opens her wallet, and frowns. “Could you make those sodas medium?”

“Can do!”

Hyun hates how chipper the cashier is. They much prefer when one’s openly bored. At least they’re honest.

“Customer service always begins with a nice, big smile.”

Hyun just about stamps down the revulsion the memory brings when the oldest girl wrinkles her nose.

“What’s that smell?”

In almost comical slow motion, the babysitter lifts her head like a dog. Then, impossibly, it whips to Hyun almost too fast to follow. Worse yet is the naked loathing on her face. Worse than that is her golden eyes.

Gold eyes, black fur, lolling tongue.

No. No, no, no. Hyun did not fuck up so bad they brought Seong into werewolf territory.

Shouldn’t they be nice and pricey somewhere further in? Not asking for a downsize at the cheapest theater in what’s technically Hyun’s domain?

Is it Hyun’s?

Shit. They’ve gone and landed themselves in the grey zone, haven’t they?

Hyun picks Seong up and clutches him close, planning the fastest way to the exit. For a split second the werewolf’s golden eyes flash down to Seong. Then her cashier presents her with popcorn, drinks, and several kinds of candy.

There’s still palpable tension: the kids crowd close to her even after she’s distributed the snacks, but the immediate danger is gone. A bored teenager asks Hyun what they’ll be getting.

Hunger fills them at the flush in the teenager’s cheeks. They order a small popcorn and drink for Seong.

~

Vampire.

It’s a testament to how held-together the pack is—so the complex she’s developed can go away now—that the theater isn’t immediately plunged into chaos. Her head, however, is a different matter.

Quiet, Olli orders. As best she can, she parses the overwhelming smells of the lobby and howls the information. Carrie?Carrie?Carrie?

I hear you, dog.

Can you sense the vampire?

Her no is a snarl of frustration. Olli pushes the image harder.

“What’s going on?” Nik asks Iz.

Change of plans? Sergi asks.

No. Tell Minjo.

Yes Alpha.

Vicky. Mahim. be ready.

Yes Alpha. Their confirmations overlap.

She feels guilty about Mahim. Hani came along so he and Farro could have a date night. Not that they’d have much of a date knowing a leech is in the theater. Next to Vicky, Mahim’s the one Olli trusts most not just to protect the pups, but to put the wolf away and get the pups comforted again.

Nik grabs her hand after they show their tickets. “Alpha, what if it tries to take us?”

Olli squeezes his hand and smiles. “I rip their head off.”

“What about Mum?” JiAn asks.

“Your Mum’s with the pack.” Olli hopes she hasn’t accidentally lied to them. If Minjo isn’t spending her night at the den, Sergi likely isn’t the only one racing to her. “Wanna guess what the pack will do?”

“Rip their heads off?”

“That’s right.”

They take their seats near the back row. Nik swaps with JiAn to sit next to her. Olli settles Alek on her lap. She owes Mahim and Farro a date night, but she’ll succeed in her original mission to give Minjo a night without the pups.

Probably a night worrying about them being near a vampire, but a night without the pups! Speaking of.

She unlocks her phone and goes to the pack’s group chat. don’t howl for me unless it’s an emergency. the pups are enjoying the movie.

Olli nearly puts her phone away, but thinks twice and scours her contacts for Lee’s number. vampire in the theater. not planning a scene rn but if things go south we wouldn’t mind a crossbow if you’re not busy. She follows it up with the address.

Lee replies surprisingly quickly. Ed already messaged me. In the area on alert.

you’re the best lee

I’m going to start charging you.

“You guys wanna take a picture?” Most the pups lean in. Alek gnaws a fistful of popcorn. “Everyone say, movies!”

“Movies!”

Olli sends the picture to Lee. you would charge a single mother? ☹ She backs out of the conversation and puts the picture in the pack chat.

Lee replies. That one on your far right looks half your age.

you would charge a teenage mother? ☹

Do NOT say you were a teenage mother. It arrives so soon after hers he had to have already been typing it.

lmao

get teen mumed bullet boy

really tho. Thank You for dropping anything else you had lined up. anything changes ed’ll contact you

She goes to her messages with Ed, which consists mostly of Pokémon Go screenshots. good call on texting lee. anything happens be sure to keep him up to speed. Olli makes sure the text goes through and turns off her phone.

There’s still time before previews start when the vampire walks in.

Fuck off.

She realizes she didn’t keep it in her head when Iz and Hani giggle. “I don’t think it heard you, Alpha Olli.”

“That’s why no one likes a leech,” Olli agrees.

She doesn’t look away from the vampire through the entire hour and a half jukebox musical. She can’t even say if there’s anyone else in the cinema. The only times she moves is when Alek howls popcorn or thirsty.

“Can I have your soda if you’re not drinking it?” Hani whispers halfway through the movie.

“I want some!” Iz hisses.

“Share,” Olli reminds them. She hears them pouring it out between their cups. On her other side JiAn and Nik split a bag of candy. Good. They’re focusing on the movie. Having fun instead of worrying what a vampire in the theater means. Or if it means anything.

killkillkillkillkill

Good thing it’s new moon, so she’s the only one who hears how damn right it’s being.

The final number plays out on screen, and the characters dance over the credits. People block her view as they stand—so there were others here—but her nose tells her the vampire hasn’t left. Like hell she’s tucking her tail and running before a leech.

Eventually, it’s just them and the vampire. It turns its head as if to check, yes, the werewolf’s been the one boring holes in its head the entire movie. Changing during a new moon is so effortless now. The wolf in her wants it to try. She wants it to try. On four legs she’d be across the cinema in a blink. Pin it below the seats where the pups can’t see and

ripripripriprip

It picks up the kid and leaves.

Between the three buckets there’s about half a tub of popcorn left. They dump it into one, and Olli scoops out some for Alek in the water cup after wiping it down.

A surprise waits for them in the lobby. All of Team Former Stray. Including Carrie.

“Mahim!” Hani and Iz squeal. They launch into his arms and bombard him with the plot of the movie.

Vicky and Carrie stare in the same direction. Olli just makes out the short form of the vampire slipping through the dense crowds.

“It’s not someone I know,” Carrie says at last.

“Can’t win ‘em all.” Olli addresses the pups. “We’re all using the restroom before we go home.”

Ed takes Alek, and Vicky goes with Olli. While Iz and Hani enter the stalls, Vicky pulls out her phone and opens the notes app.

How’s a leech get a kid?

Nice to know someone else has been thinking the same thing for the last ninety minutes. Vicky passes over her phone.

probably the same way a human gets a werewolf one. or vice versa

Vicky arches a brow.

they looked VERY similar

They don’t need to howl to know what the other is thinking. Fuck.

“Can I ride with Mahim?” Hani asks when they’re all back together. Then it’s a shuffle of getting the booster seat into Vicky’s car, and figuring out whose legs fold easiest. Carrie and Mahim wind up smooshed together in the back of Vicky’s car. Ed gets his usual spot in Vicky’s passenger seat.

Iz waves to them from the back of Olli’s. Mahim and Ed wave back.

Turn around, Iz. Vicky howls. Iz sticks her tongue out before sitting down and doing her seatbelt.

Olli frowns at the number of unread messages in the pack chat. Not the mention private texts and smaller groups, let alone the chats she’s not in….

“Alpha?” Nik pipes up. “What are you howling?”

“M’not howling, bud. Just thinking.”

“Oh. Thinking what?”

She opens the spoofed version of Spotify (affectionately named Spoofy) that believes she pays for premium. “I’m thinking how catchy those songs were.” The pups cheer when the movie’s soundtrack starts.

Farro howls. A bus leaves their territory. follow?follow?follow?

No. Meet back at the den.

Hi Dad!

Hi Hani.

As Olli waits her turn to leave the garage, Marco catches her eye. She manages a tight smile. He takes her hand and massages the knuckles below her claws to turn them back to nails. The gate arm lifts and it turns out to not be the best thing to do while she’s driving stick. But the comforting rub he gives her thigh does the job just as well.

~

Do werewolves not blink?

Hyun feels eyes on them all throughout the movie. Eyes and wrath. They forget to act. Shift, cross their limbs, blink. Even werewolves know better, right? Not in front of so many humans. Not in front of kids.

They decided against calling Iliya. Yes, he’s the strongest vampire they know. Outside whatever freaky feats Dominus is capable of. And yes, Iliya’s as good at keeping secrets as he claims to be. But this is Hyun’s son. Tracy and Marcel already know about him. The more vampires Hyun tells about Seong, the more likely it is a vampire Hyun doesn’t tell finds out.

Hyun waits after the movie ends. One of those five werewolf kids needs to pee. Right now.

Damn the big one for getting mediums.

Gradually the cinema empties. Maybe…the werewolves already left? Out the door on their side? It’s the lingering emotion Hyun’s experiencing. Surely. Against their better judgement, Hyun turns to look. Golden eyes glare down at them.

Hyun grabs Seong and books it.

More werewolves wait in the lobby. Hyun’s not sure what instinct tips them off, but something draws their eye to the group. The way they watch Hyun cinches it. And the one in the black tank top—

Black fur, lolling tongue.

Clutching Seong, Hyun runs for the exit. Of course the werewolf phoned for backup. They’re so stupid. Why didn’t they call Iliya? They’re here for their kids, they’re here for their kids, they’re here for their kids. Why is the lobby so damn bright? They burst into the night and the shadows at last converge over them.

What follows is the most agonizing eight minutes of Hyun’s life and death. Constantly checking the crowds and what they can see of the lobby. Unsure if shadows even work on werewolves. No taxis drive by, and they aren’t letting go of Seong for anything. Least of all finding out an Uber will be longer than the bus.

Finally it pulls around. Hyun drops the shadows so the driver knows to stop. Fuck the grey zone. Hyun isn’t stepping foot anywhere near here. They’ll worry about the ramifications of losing more of their domain later. Some other vampire can get themself mauled over a movie.

As the bus turns a corner, Hyun spots graffiti a delivery van covered on their way to the theater. Even more on the nose than their cup literally runnething over. A giant red paw print.

Shit.

#olli writes #blood moon #thicker than #fic #sona things #mahim my beloved 💖 #wolf olli: *becomes alpha* #wolf olli: *immediately develops anxiety and imposter's syndrome* #wolf olli: 'surely these things aren't connected' #poke go is ace culture i will not be taking questions at this time #mahim: what did we say about expressing emotional needs? #wolf olli: *sweats* #sorry hyun i love writing you but you live in the same world as my self-insert only one of you's getting top billing #all the pups get seatbelts mahim and carrie can tank a crash

[puppyeared]

top 3 music reccommendations go

Hakugin/Snow by EVE

Somebody's Baby (Sidney Gish cover)

The Knack by Mother Mother

#youd make me the happiest puppy on earth if u listen to these and tell me what u think #i tend to get tired of the same songs and my taste is all over the place so i dont have solid favorites all the time lol #but ive consistently enjoyed these ones. especially EVE and Sidney Gish's stuff cause im a fan of both their work #outsider and tokyo ghetto by EVE are popular but id also recommend Leo and Avant #id also highly recommend the rest of sidney gishs no dogs allowed especially imposter syndrome and not but for you bunny #homecoming serf and buckets of fun are also fun to listen to!! what do you want from me tonight is also growing on me #i also found the yuri on ice soundtrack and yuri's free skate song is SOOO good its so gentle and it just tickles my brain. so nostalgic #if youre into vocaloid i also recc remote control by wonderful opportunity. giga-p's cover of electric angel also bangs #the entire minecraft volume alpha is also something i listen to if i cant think of anything else. ill stop now before the list gets too lon #yapping #ask

[9-93]

#민모션 #minmotion syndrome #minmotion syndrome manhwa #yaoi #lezhin #manhwa #boys love #omegaverse #alpha #omega

[magpies-gold]

Alpha Base - Elliot Finds a Camera

Jacob is one of those dads who just collects junk of all kinds. One man's trash is always and without question his treasure (you never know when it might come in handy!) and you'd never believe the kinds of things that you can find out back of the Communications Station. Elliot, being Jacob's adopted kid, has the added benefit of 24-7 access to the heap of miscellaneous stuff and things. Imagine her glee when, one dayshe found an old camera among the debris. A camera that worked! A camera with a self-timer.

Selfie time! Deal with it, Errick.

#alpha base #heinrich #elliot #errick #my art #alas heinrich is too tall to effectively prank with bunny ears even when he's sitting down #but an effort was made #alpha base has a pretty severe case of small town syndrome btw #when you have a population of maybe 300 people the social distances break down dramatically #and even when you're not friends you wind up knowing each other way too well #there's just no choice when there's no wiggle room #so yeah errick and elliot are pretty close even though neither of them really wants to be #Heinrich's lil smirk tho

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from the New York Times:

Ms. Fleshman, now 60, is among the thousands of Americans diagnosed with alpha-gal syndrome, an allergic reaction to mammal meats like pork, beef and lamb, which growing evidence shows can be triggered by a tick bite.

“It feels like you’re on fire, and then it feels like you slept with a cactus,” she said. “The itching is unbearable.”

Researchers have traced the syndrome to the lone star tick, named for the signature white splotch, or “lone star,” on females’ backs. They’re historically found in the southern United States, but increasingly, these arachnids are being spotted in parts of the Midwest and the Northeast.

The tick’s territory is expanding, thanks in part to global warming, say scientists. With more hot days each year, the ticks, which thrive in warm and humid conditions, have more time to feed on their hosts and reproduce. At the same time, alpha-gal diagnoses appear to be rising.

“What we’re now seeing is a wide open door for ticks to continue expanding their range further northward; bringing more people into the fold of the arthropod-borne diseases,” said Michael Raupp, a professor emeritus in entomology at the University of Maryland.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention estimates that between 2004 and 2019, the total number of tick-borne diseases in the United States more than doubled. In the meantime, other devastating pests that were previously constrained by cooler temperatures — like the dengue virus-carrying tiger mosquito, or the cabbage-munching harlequin bug — have also marched forth beyond their historic ranges.

#united states #ticks #lone star tick #alpha gel syndrome #climate change

[dddemigirl]

#rocky mountain spotted fever #alpha-gal syndrome #alpha gal #AGS #RMSF #chronic illness #chronically ill #spoonie #invisible illness #invisible disease #invisible disability #fuck ticks #tw ticks #ask to tw

[mcasfoodies]

MCAS Foodies

Mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS) along with food allergies and food sensitivities/intolerances can make eating and enjoying food difficult. As someone with MCAS and alpha gal syndrome cooking and eating is difficult. I love food, cooking, and trying new things, but my health issues involving food definitely suck the joy out of anything involving food sometimes. I miss being able to eat freely and not having to check every ingredient and cross contamination.

This blog is for helping others like me love food and without reactions and flares.

My Food Triggers:

* Legumes

* Beans

* Peas

* Pea protein

* Gaur gum

* Tara gum

* Locust bean gum

* Carob

* Carob bean gum

* Soy

* Soybean oil

* Soy lecithin

* Soy protein

* Soy derivatives

* Mammal meat

* Pork

* Beef

* Venison

* Not vegan gelatin

* Animal rennet (found in cheese)

* Citrus fruit and juice

* Tomatoes

* Onions

* Fermented food

* Yogurt

* Sour cream

* Vinegar

* Deli meat

* Strawberries

* Nuts

* Peanuts

* Cashews

* Almonds

* Walnuts

* Pecans

* Peanut oil

* Avocado meat and avocado oil

* Bananas

* Eggplant

* Presliced cheese because of the anti-clumping agents

* Coffee

* Caffeine

* Chives

* Shallots

* Deli meat

I may have forgotten one or two so I will edit with any updates.

Recipes:

will try to post my own recipes but will love any of your recipes. It doesn’t matter what your food reactions are so don’t edit your recipes to fit my triggers but definitely share your triggers if you’re comfortable.

I will try to help people edit and make substitutions to recipes so everyone can try them out.

#foodie #food #cooking #food allergies #food sensitivities #mast cell activation syndrome #mcas #alpha gal syndrome #lyme disease #chronic illness #recipes #dysautonomia #mast cell activation disorder #cooking with food allergies #tummy issues #I love food but it makes my stomach hurt #invisible disability #invisible illness

[starlooove]

Saw someone respond to misogyny with search up omegaverse mpreg so u understand which was funny as hell like no hate to vid but smth about yall reinventing sexism for men whilst ignoring female characters is soooooo

#omega tim pregnant giving up his baby 🥺 #‘Steph was supportive and ate waffles’ #ok. #and do I have to be the one to open the convo about how y’all use omegaverse to adultify black and brown children over and over or #or do I have to say ‘this is like if dick Grayson had eldest daughter syndrome when he was 9’ for y’all to get it #like it blows me that y’all really would be willing to understand the way y’all stereotype cass and Duke is like fics where betas get the #focus for being ignored and alphas get demonized for false aggression #put Damian in there too #like I refuse to do specific math but literally just look at how many omegaverse will right a darkskinned character as alpha vs omega #and how they’re characterized in each #like this is so unserious but it says so much about y’all

[godscomplex04]

#sigma female #girlboss #coquette girl #female hysteria #female rage #alpha female #coqette #female manipulator #girl interrupted syndrome #girlblogger #coquette

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.8

 Part 7, Part 9

Summary: Lo'ak has a knack for kicking up trouble.

Warnings: swearing, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, sexual tension, power imbalance, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, violence, alchohol consumption

“To virginity,” Vamai raised the wooden cup high in the air. “Who needs it anyways?” She laughed before clicking her cup against Neteyam’s. He rolled his eyes at her obvious smugness concerning the topic. Ever since he was let out of the tent this morning she had been acting as if she were an infamous matchmaker that had made the whole thing happen. 

The Sully boy figured there were times when it was simply best to just let the girl have her fun. Fighting against her ideas would only result in a headache. 

He tried to imitate the other omega who was drowning half the liquid in one go, but the taste was more bitter than he expected. His eyes squinted shut as he forced himself to swallow the alcohol. Neteyam had only tried inhibiting substance once earlier that year at a festival. He was only allowed one glass and although it was strange, he didn’t remember it burning his throat as much as this concoction. 

“It’s awful!” He sputtered out. Vamai’s laughter picked up, studying the pained expression across her friend’s face. 

“It’s just rich from being marinated for so long. Have you even had alcohol before, Nete?” Her mocking words made Neteyam glare back at the girl. He didn’t like that way her assumptions made him feel exposed as they were usually pretty close to the truth. 

“For your information, I have.” No need to tell her it was only one drink. 

Shifting to her knees, Vamai raised her eyebrows in a way that told Neteyam she considered him ‘a delicate little flower’. Her words, not his own. While the teasing did get to the omega at times, he couldn’t deny how much her company meant to him. He needed a break from overprotective alphas that bossed him around day in and day out, even if one alpha in particular made him cum till he could barely remember his own name. 

“What was Kxolo talking about last night, anyways?” Her confident composure slipped for a moment as Neteyam intently stared her down. 

“I didn’t think you would remember that with the way you were unable to string together a sentence.” Vamai tried to smirk back, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“Come on! Who am I going to tell anyways?” He held his hand up in surrender. Neteyam felt silly for wanting gossip so badly but he was quickly tiring of only talking about his complicated relationship with the Olo’eyktan. 

“Well I guess that is true since your boyfriend seems to already know.” Vamai pinched her chin, feigning a thoughtful look. 

“Yeah and how is that fair? Why did he get to know before me?”

“Trust me, Neteyam. I had no intention of letting my Olo’eyktan find out about my sexual relationships. I still haven’t figured out how he knew. That man can be scary sometimes. I swear he has eyes in the back of his head!” Vamai dramatically whipped a hand through the water in frustration. 

“You’re telling me.” Neteyam muttered under his breath. “Hold on a sec, can we touch back on the sexual relationship part of that? You and Epok have been…you know..” The omega trailed off, not sure how to phrase it. 

“Great Mother, Neteyam! You lost your virginity last night and you still have a hard time saying the word sex.” Her messy hair blew in the wind as the girl continued to giggle uncontrollably. Neteyam’s jaw clenched at the scene. 

“Stop deflecting!” He accused, taking another swig of the nasty liquid. Vamai scoffed as she watched Neteyam struggle to get down another gulp. 

“Yes, Neteyam. Epok has been fucking me.” Neteyam choked on his wine at the blunt language. “How else do you think we got this alcohol?” Vamai sat back comfortably, arms resting on her propped knee. Her gleaming eyes sparkled with amusement. 

“So then you guys are like…together?” The boy questioned, setting his cup down for good with a grimace. 

“It’s called friends with benefits, Nete.” She threw her head back to finish off the last of the dark drink, silently wishing she had asked for more to split between the two. One cup was never enough to get her tipsy. “He has needs and so do I. Conveniently they compliment each other quite well, so at the end of the day everyone wins.”

Neteyam was familiar with the term, having heard a conversation between Lo’ak and one his other alpha friends about it. He didn’t get much out of it before Lo’ak was shooing him away, but he knew the basics. 

“Oh well, I guess that’s nice then.” His fingers drummed against his crossed legs. 

“Well it’s more than nice, silly boy.” She kicked her foot against his knee teasingly. “But yes, it works well. He is a beta so I don’t have to worry as much about jealousy and being bossed around. And meanwhile, he gets the best ride of his life.” She confidently tossed her hair over one shoulder. 

“And you are sure you’re ju-”

“Mystery solved!” The booming voice from behind,startled both omegas into whipping around drastically. Kxolo strode confidently in their direction from the other side of the lake. 

“Shit! It’s Olo’eyktan.” Vamai panicked, looking for a place to hide the cup. “Destroy the evidence!” She whispered harshly at Neteyam. He chucked the cup and liquid into the nearest bush without another thought. The two stood nervously as they watched Kxolo confidently approach. 

“Now is the time to turn on your charm, Neteyam.” Vamai whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach at the words.

“I don’t have a charm.” He urgently whispered. His eyes raked back and forth across the Olo’eyktan’s face to see if he was already angry.

“Well you better find it.” She gritted out before the male was in earshot. 

“Olo’eyktan.” Vamai greeted respectfully, touching her forehead to sign ‘I see you’. “What a surprise. Neteyam was just talking about how much he misses you.”

“I know you two took the wine.” Kxolo cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. Towering over the two in a wide stance, Neteyam couldn’t help but shrivel a little. His mind scrambled uselessly to find a way out of trouble. 

“What? Wine? Didn’t know you were missing any, but we will keep an eye out for it. Won’t we, Neteyam?” A firm look to the other omega, had Neteyam nodding his head. 

“Don’t bother, I could see you drinking from the other side and Neteyam is already about to topple over.” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, about to defend his sober state but one look down made him realize he was in fact swaying from side to side wobbly. When did he get tipsy? 

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” Kxolo chuckled, giving an amused shake to his head. “This time.” he added and Vamai’s smile dropped. 

“Sorry Olo’eyktan.” She mumbled, toes kicking against stray rocks. Neteyam watched her kick at a purple little rock, admiring the beautiful shade. It took him a minute to realize that all eyes were on him. His head whipped back and forth between the two. 

“Oh! Sorry.” He squeaked nervously. A fond grin spread across the alpha’s face, seemingly less upset. 

“Come on, naughty boy.” Kxolo’s voice was laced with amusement as he slipped three fingers around Neteyam’s loincloth strap and used it to tug the boy towards him. Neteyam stumbled and shuffled until he fell against the male’s warm chest. “Time to get ready for bed.”

Kxolo repositioned the omega until he was standing properly and tucked into his side safely. The boy couldn’t help but lean eagerly into the larger form, taking in the alluring scent of his mate. The three walked back together as Vamai rambled on about her favorite drinking stories she had heard. Kxolo could barely register a word she said as he continued  to peek down at the sweet omega clinging to him. A warm feeling settled in his chest, content that his whole world was finally by his side. 

The rumbled breathing beneath Neteyam’s ear had him slumbering effortlessly. As always, Neteyam was curled sweetly around the larger male, cocooned safely by muscular arms holding him against the Olo’eyktan’s heaving chest. The familiar musky scent had made it easier for the omega to drift off night after night as he grew to associate the smell with being coddled in Kxolo’s arms. 

“Olo’eyktan!” The earnest voice cut through the tent to awaken both males. Kxolo immediately pulled Neteyam flush against his body, ready to shield him from harm. His growls died down as he recognized the form at the entrance of their tent as one of the alpha warriors currently on watch. “Sign of Sky People just outside the village. Perhaps a whole squad of them!” 

Neteyam could feel his heart lurch into his throat, his father’s war stories instantly coming to surface in his head. Kxolo was quick to react, jumping from the ground to secure a long knife in its sheath across his chest along with his bow and arrows swung over the expanse. 

Even with only the dim light coming through between the tent flaps, he could see the stone cold concentration masking his mate’s face. No signs of sleep were present in those eyes as Kxolo went from zero to one hundred in under a minute. 

“Neteyam.” The unyielding voice bit out harshly. “Stay. Here.” There was no room for arguing. Kxolo disappeared before the omega could utter a word. 

His heart hammered against his ribs, mind swirling in a whirlpool of thought. He wanted to go and fight, but there were no weapons for him here. He was sure even if he tried, Kxolo would have him off onto the sidelines in a matter of seconds. 

Who would he be though if he didn’t at least try?

“Bro.” Neteyam practically jumped out of his skin at the voice. He swiped his body around to face the enemy head on, hands already clenched into fists. 

Golden eyes stopped him in his tracks. It was like seeing a ghost. 

“Lo’ak?” Crouching at the entrance of the tent, covered in battle stripes of red and orange was Lo’ak. Neteyam wasted no time in pulling the younger alpha into the tent. 

Their bodies clashed together into a messy hug as Neteyam’s mind ran at a million miles per hour trying to figure out if he was hallucinating. 

“Who else would it be, bro?” Lo’ak chuckled, but tears were already gathering in his eyes. He breathed in his older brother’s familiar scent. He wanted to bask in the moment, ask Neteyam one hundred questions but they were already on borrowed time. 

The two pulled away, Neteyam’s pupils blown wide. A rush of emotion coalesced together into a muddled mess. Fear of the Sky People, relief at seeing his brother, anxiety towards what would happen if Lo’ak was caught; they all formed into a wave on the brink of consuming Neteyam. 

“What are you doing here? It’s not safe. Sky People are just outside the village.” His eyes flashed uneasily around their surroundings to make sure no one had spotted them yet. He tilted his head in confusion as Lo’ak let out a deep chuckle with his head thrown back. 

“I really have missed you, Neteyam.” The words dripped with fond amusement. “There aren’t any Sky People out there, bro.”

“How do you know?”

“Who do you know that has access to military and lab human equipment? Setting it up to look like a camp was almost too easy” Lo’ak’s arrogant smirk, made Neteyam's stomach twist as he realized what was really happening. 

“Come on, we have to go before they realize it’s a set up.” Lo’ak eagerly tugged at his older brother’s arm to get him moving, but the omega pulled away. 

“Wait bro, this is dangerous. If they find you here-”

“The family is a mess, Neteyam. Tuk misses you. She’s pissed at me for not filling in for you. Kiri spends most of her time at the healer’s tent. Mom and Dad are going crazy trying to find a way to bring you back home. You should’ve seen what Dad was like after your last visit.” Dread curled in Neteyam’s stomach. “This is our chance, but we have to go now!” 

Guilt weighed down heavily on the omega at his younger brother’s words. His family was suffering without him and here he was purring under the neighboring Olo’eyktan. His heart yearned for the older male, but Neteyam couldn’t be selfish. Lo’ak was there risking his neck in order to help him escape, something Neteyam failed to do on his own. 

It was time to evaluate his priorities.

He was the oldest so it was his job to look after his family. 

He had to run, and it had to be now. 

Contempt and self loathing began to mix together inside of him as Neteyam thought about how ridiculous he was being. He was falling for the enemy, the same man that tore him from his home. No amount of mental safeguarding had protected Neteyam from the inevitable, so there was only one shield left; to put as much distance as possible between himself and the alpha. 

The village was eerily silent with only the occasional far-off commands being whispered. The fear of war hung heavy in the air. Families kept to themselves in their homes and hammocks. Only seasoned warriors jogged lightly towards the sight, ready for battle. Neteyam felt his lungs seize, knowing that the clan was in such a state just so that he could escape. 

The two crawled along the forest floor, bodies shielded by the thick greenery surrounding them. Lo’ak promised his ikran was only a little ways outside the village at a lake. Neteyam tried not to think about all the memories he had at that lake. 

Both of their ears perked on high alert at every shuffle and echoing voice that rang through the trees. The omega was unsure whether the energy running through his veins was adrenaline or anxiety. Either way, he was terrified of how this night could end. 

When they finally made it to the edge of the lake, the two broke out into a sprint towards the ikran crouching in the bushes. They didn’t make it far before, Neteyam was yanking them to a halt. His heart skipped a beat. 

Vamai’s pupils were blown wide, body stiff in the cool air. It felt unnatural to see her so still, so serious. 

“Nete, w-what are you….and who-”

Neteyam was quick to close the distance between them and grasp the girl by the upper arms.

“Please don’t say anything Vamai! Just pretend you didn’t see us, I’m begging you.” He put all of his frantic energy into the plea, willing to cry if that’s what it took to get her to agree. Her eyes however were focused on the alpha standing behind him.

Lo’ak too watched her suspiciously, not sure what to make of the encounter but ready to step in at a moment's notice. Their eyes narrowed at one another, silent threats filling the air. 

“Neteyam, go home before Kxolo realizes you are gone! Do you have any idea what he will do when he finds out that you are running away, again?!” Neteyam bristled at the warning but it was Lo’ak that jumped in.

“That asshole isn’t going to do anything if he knows what is good for him.” Lo’ak hissed between clenched teeth, already shifting Neteyam behind his taller form. Something ignited in Vamai that the omega had never witnessed in her before. The look of icy hot rage was foreign in the girl’s countenance. 

“What did you just say about my Olo’eyktan?!” Warning bells rang in Neteyam’s mind as he watched Vamai’s tail go taunt and ears flick upwards at attention. Her voice was almost an octave lower with narrowed eyes that focused on Lo’ak with a lethal intensity. 

Lo’ak being Lo’ak refused to step down, taking that question as a challenge instead of a warning. The competitive glint in his eyes was never far away even in dire situations like these. 

“You mean the psycho that abducted my older brother?” Lo’ak gave his famous one-sided grin as arrogant confidence rolled off of him in waves. The comment had her crouching into a combative position, on the verge of brawling. 

“You keep my Olo’eyktan’s name out of your mouth before I beat your ass right here, you mouth breathing branch eating warrior wannabe!” The words were venom on the girl’s tongue, only pushed further at the smug look Lo’ak maintained. 

“I’m terrified.” Lo’ak mocked with a smirk as he stood tall with his arms crossed over his broad painted chest. 

Neteyam quickly sandwiched himself between the two in order to stop Vamai from lunging at his brother. Every minute on the ground was one that could be spent increasing their odds of making it out undetected. He was too worried about his own ass beating to deal with their haughty attitudes. 

“Vamai please just don’t say anything! I promise I will be careful.” Her gaze softened slightly at the anxious omega even though disapproval was still evident in her expression. She crossed her arms stubbornly and let out a sigh. 

“I’m no snitch but-”

“Glad to hear it, let’s go.” Lo’ak cut in, quickly pushing Neteyam towards the awaiting ikran. Daggers shot out of Vamai’s eyes as she watched the two sprint towards the creature. 

Neteyam struggled to keep up with his brother’s longer legs. He realized that the last time he truly ran was during his previous escape attempt. The muscles were taunt and sore, most likely a result of the pounding he had received the day before. Regardless, he pushed through and tried not to let the pain reflect in his expression. 

“What about Azer?” Lo’ak questioned. His large hands fumbled to check the saddle was still properly in place. 

“No time, besides they know what the call sounds like and where he is supposed to be so it would be a dead give away.”

“We’ll come back for him, bro.” Lo’ak promised with a comforting squeeze to the omega’s shoulder. The cloud of fear and anxiety overshadowed Neteyam’s focus on the creature so he simply nodded along and focused on what had to be done in the present. 

Lo’ak took control of the situation, guiding Neteyam to sit behind him and grab on before they took off through the air. It felt weird to be on an ikran and yet have no control over how the creature moved. His fingers dug into his brother’s battle band as they made a quick ascent above the trees that made the omega slightly queasy. 

His eyes frantically darted below them into the thick forest, searching for any signs that they had been spotted. The glowing bioluminescent wildlife did nothing to help the omega make out figures or ikran blanketed within the connected trees. Doubts plagued his mind. There was no saying when or how the group would figure out Neteyam was gone. No hints could point at whether or not they were already being pursued. 

“Oh shit!” Lo’ak cursed. 

The ikran spun on its axis as Lo’ak flipped them away from the other ikran biting back at them. Neteyam’s stomach lurched as they flipped backwards, his legs straining to clamp around the ikran in order to stay in place. Once upright, there was no time to take a look at who was now pursuing them as Lo’ak went straight into speeding in the other direction. 

They whipped sharp zig zagged lines across the night sky in an effort to lose their stalker. The impending feel of being chased crawled across Neteyam’s skin, every turn questioning how close they still were. He finally dared to look back and the reality made his worries look like child’s play. 

The person on their tail was only one of twenty ikrans speeding after them. Although none nearly as close as the first, many were picking up quickly. He recognized the structured formations, the same ones his father had taught him about when pursuing RDA or thieves in their territory. The comparison solidified the gravity of their situation in his mind. 

“How’s it looking?” Lo’ak calls, eyes still faced forward in concentration. 

“20 ikrans, maybe more. You’ve got some distance from the first one but we need some sort of magic trick to get them off our tail.” His neck strained from craning to see the advancing fleet from whatever direction they soared in relation. 

“Just my specialty.” Lo’ak shot a grin back at the boy that made the familiar nervous twist in Neteyam’s stomach return. It was always a gamble whether his brother’s stunts would bring them a great adventure or rather a cautionary tale. 

His veins chilled to ice at the sudden drag of gravity. They shot straight towards the ground in a death defying beeline. The whip of wind was merciless against Neteyam’s unprotected eyes, forcing them to eventually close. Plunging now in darkness the omega was partially grateful he couldn’t see how close they were getting to sudden death. His nails dug into Lo’ak waistband till there were indents. 

The impact was different than Neteyam expected. The sharpness of the movement did make his muscles ache but they were moving upwards again. He peek his eyes open to find them swerving through the trees at an incredible speed. Their movements were drastic and unyielding to any error. Looking behind, Neteyam found no one in his line of sight. 

“I think you lost them.” He yelled over the whipping wind. 

“Not yet.” Lo’ak disagreed as their speed picked up and the two raced towards a soaring mountain side. 

“What are you doing?” Neteyam blanched at the sight of their distance to the hard rock rapidly closing in. Lo’ak shook his head as if his brother was being unreasonably worried. 

“Just trust me, bro!” He laughed fondly. 

They continued at an unseemly speed towards the vertical incline of the towering mountain. Neteyam instinctively gripped the ikran, willing it to slow down with his mind, but of course there was no tsaheylu connection. He was not in charge. 

“Hold tight!” Lo’ak warned before they were turning on their side. 

Their speed decelerated at the turn, but not enough. They were going to hit the mountain from the side. Lo’ak yanked and twisted, willing them into a strange position and that is when Neteyam noticed the large crack in the rock. Easily concealed in the dark shadows of night, but large enough to fit them. 

They jolted and rocked harshly as Lo’ak willed them into that opening. The ikran used its sharp claws to dig into the rock and vines in order to hold them against the inside wall. The position made both males clench their legs tightly around the creature in order to keep from falling, but they were out of sight, and just in time. 

The shrieking sound of air being split echoed through the opening as ikran after ikran whirred past them. Each passerby had Neteyam flinching. They clung to the ikran silently, only heavy breathing filling the air between them. They remained in that position till there was no sign of warriors for a couple minutes. 

“Is that all of them?” Neteyam whispered. 

“We will have to hope it is, can only stay here so long before they start looking for our hiding spot.” Lo’ak urged the ikran to crawl out of the space carefully before they were jumping off and soaring into the air again. 

Hope began to sprout again as they continued to fly lowly without spotting a single ikran. Their diversion had successfully shot the group in the opposite direction of their destination. Lo’ak began to laugh triumphantly. The sound had a nervous laugh bubbling out of Neteyam, almost ready to believe they were in the clear. 

“Who’s the mighty warrior now?” Lo’ak cheekily shot back at his older brother. 

“Yeah yeah just shut up and try not to make us crash.” He reprimanded his brother’s cocky attitude but Neteyam couldn’t keep the smile from his own face. They were going to make it home! 

He expected to feel allated, completely free and ecstatic at the news. However, there was a sharp tug on his heart, one that pulled him in the opposite direction back towards the other clan. Towards the arms that held him safely at night, shushing all of his worries away. Towards the deep laugh that had Neteyam smiling brightly no matter the context. Towards the arrogant relentless alpha that looked at Neteyam as if he were the whole world. His whole world. 

He tried not to think about what it would be like to not feel that calming presence, or see that charming smile winking back at him, or be called baby boy for the hundredth time that day. Regardless, a small black hole was forming in his chest at the idea of losing all of that, of losing him. 

It made Neteyam mad, no, it made him furious.

His mind and body was betraying him and if he wasn’t careful it would betray his family too. Stubborn rage boiled within him, as he looked ahead at the darkened horizon. There were two choices now. Neteyam figured he could either cry or channel those emotions into productive determined anger. He chose the latter. 

Kxolo would have to carry him kicking, screaming, and fighting over his shoulder the whole way to get him back. He was ready to fight. 

The attacking ikran came out of nowhere.

“NETEY-” The words were cut off by the sharp impacts against Neteyam’s ribs. The air was stolen from his lungs as his body continued to rolled from the thick branch back into the open air. Ikran cries could be heard from above, mingled with Lo’ak’s voice but the omega had no time to tune into what was occurring. 

He focused his attention to the greenery below him, executing a sloppy but safe fall between the ginormous leaves. He hit the ground in a heap. Neteyam’s body shook from the aftermath. His eyes strained to focus and stop seeing in doubles. The omega concentrated on taking controlled breaths in through his nose and out his mouth. 

The forest finally came into focus and Neteyam could feel where the pain was coming from. There was a gash along his rib cage, not too deep but still eliciting a stinging pain. His core ached as he sat himself up to inspect the damage. The red blood was visibly smeared along his torso, but the bleeding was only coming in small spurts. He dismissed the injury quickly at this realization. 

The sound of flapping wings coming to a halt sent a rush through Neteyam. Without preamble, the omega quietly positioned his body underneath the giant upturned roots of the tree closest. There was just enough space between the tree and ground to hide himself from view. 

“Neteyam!” Pulo’s gravelly voice had the omega’s breath hitching.

It was closer. So much closer than he had anticipated. 

“I know you’re out there. Make both of our lives easier and show yourself so I don’t have to drag you out.” Neteyam didn’t heed the warning. 

Lo’ak was out there somewhere. Getting caught now would foil all their plans. 

Neteyam spent whatever energy he could spare on slowing his heart rate down, letting only small controlled exhales leave his nose. Pulo’s continued calls were only met with silence. It took several minutes before the alpha ventured in a different direction in pursuit of Neteyam. Still, the omega waited. His ears strained to follow those crunching footsteps until they were only a distant thrum encapsulated in the hum of the forest. 

With shaky hands, Neteyam grasped the roots to pull himself out of the hole. He held in a hiss at the feel of the long cut scraping against the dirt. He would need to disinfect it soon, but that would have to wait till Lo’ak and him were back home. 

His eyes sweeped the area around him in search of any hints towards Lo’ak’s location. Calling out for him would be too risky but they were already running out of time. All of a sudden, an abrupt yipping sound stopped him in his tracks. He imitated the sound back and sure enough a reply came exactly identical. 

It was a call his mother had invented during emergencies so that they could know where the other family members were without outside personnel detecting them. The short sound blended in with the other birds calls of the night. He strained to hear the calls each time, concentrating on the direction from which they came. The process continued as Neteyam could hear it coming closer and closer. Lo’ak was sure to be just around the corner. 

His string of thoughts cut short at the sight of the figure in the distance. Neteyam’s body stilled into a statue as his eyes accidentally met with Pulo’s. For a moment, neither moved. The world paused.

Then both moved into action. Neteyam’s legs pumped against the hard ground till his hips were screaming from the harsh recovery. He ignored every sharp pain and ache in his body, vigorously pushing himself across the forest floor as fast as possible. His gut twisted as he pondered the inevitability of the situation. Pulo was at least a foot taller with a stride that had Neteyam jogging beside his walk any day. No head start would shield him from the imminent capture that would take place once the distance was closed. 

However, there was one strength Neteyam hadn’t exploited yet. 

Never slowing down for a second, the omega flung his body towards the vines encircling the large tree. His body was easily flung upwards without a foot or hand staying in one spot for more than a second. The power from his legs shot him upwards, past the boy's normal reach, to grapple onto a higher set of veins and branches. 

The climb was messy and uncalculated. Neteyam worked purely off of instinct, trusting his body to catch him, then find another place to grip or push from. Harsh textures from branches and twigs cut scratches into the omega’s smooth azure skin, but it never slowed him down. 

Dejavu washed over him as Pulo climbed up after him at a quick pace. This time however, they were on equal playing fields. The thought brought another spark of hope, forcing more electric energy through his veins. He fed off of the adrenaline, using it to his advantage in every way possible. 

Upon reaching another broad branch, Neteyam ran across it without hesitation till he could leap from that limb to one of another neighboring tree. This pattern continued hastily. Grip, push, shift, jump, switch. He moved through the forest lightly, as if gravity were simply a suggestion. 

Neteyam’s lungs stretched and ached at the inconsistent intake of air. He tried to push the pain out of his head, instead using the grunts and calls from Pulo to motivate him forward. Overstimulated by the pulling forces of sounds, touch, and pain, his omega begged him to stop. His steam was unnaturally running out, yet another thing to thank his upcoming omega presentation for. 

The insistent yips from Lo’ak became the only thing urging him forward, secluding his omega hindbrain to a locked box in his head. With great difficulty he began to sporadically return those calls, praying for some sort of intervention. Their ringing became clearer as the other brother followed them to the commotion. 

Through mossy branches and leaves, Neteyam could finally spot his younger brother crouched in a tree, looking from side to side. A louder yip from him had the younger boy whipping his head to locate his brother. A look of relief crossed his features before they were replaced with anger. His nostrils flared at the sight of the older alpha climbing after Neteyam. It wasn’t until Pulo’s hand had finally grasped around the boy’s ankle and pulled him down that Lo’ak jumped into action. 

As Neteyam struggled underneath the larger male, Lo’ak propelled himself to the scene using a hanging vine. His body swiftly jammed into Pulo’s side before using the momentum to roll the alpha off of Neteyam and the thick branch. Neteyam shuddered at the thumping sound of Pulo’s body hitting the branch below them, but nothing compared to the chills that shot through his body at the alpha’s aggravated growl. 

Lo’ak was pulling him off the branch and onto his feet in seconds.

“Get your ass going, bro!” Lo’ak urged, whipping around to glower at the fallen alpha. 

The two bolted across the length of the branch. Lo’ak’s ikran squealed in the distance ahead, beseeching them to the destination quickly. The pounding footsteps from Pulo behind now on route once more, echoed the rhythm of Neteyam’s own anxious heart. Today was not the day he wanted to see what the alpha was willing to do when angered. 

They finally made it back to the forest floor in a tumble, no time for a smooth landing. Lo’ak had a firm grip on Neteyam’s arm, practically dragging him along. The omega struggled to keep up with his younger brother’s long strides, heels and toes skidding against rocks and roots that littered the ground. 

His confidence began to burst as they closed in on the ikran. Pulo’s heated breaths were still in the distance. There would be just enough time to mount and take off. He pushed the shrubbery aside as the two began to mount. 

Halfway mounted and ready to swing his left leg over, strong hands reached between the leaves and snatched at Neteyam’s hips. Pulled off the ikran before he had a chance to fight, the omega’s heart stopped as he tumbled back into a hard chest. The radiating scent of fury infiltrated his senses, but it was the familiar oak smell that had his hope dying in an instant. 

Kxolo

Neteyam was caught between a whirlwind of blind primal relief and dark dread as those arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He didn’t need to know to see his face to know how the alpha was feeling. The tense arms with popping veins said enough. Even the alpha’s heart beating loudly against his back was ominous and forewarning with every mighty pound. 

Lo’ak’s hiss was laced with venom as he jumped down from the ikran’s back. Kxolo manhandled Neteyam behind his large frame easily. The answering hiss that erupted from his chest washed over Neteyam in a dreadful wave of ice. The primal sound was cold death itself, a warning that rang through without mercy. An alpha that had been challenged. An alpha who was protecting his mate. 

A cold sweat broke out along Neteyam’s neck as he realized where that anger was directed. To his horror, Loak matched the intensity. An impenetrable heat radiated between the two, an inevitable violence looming between them. 

Neteyam desperately tried to swing or push past the alpha, but Kxolo’s movements were harsh and unforgiving as he was shoved back into place over and over. It was when Lo’ak withdrew his knife with a snarl, eyes shining with a look Neteyam recognized all too well, that Pulo interfered by snatching the omega away from the oncoming scene. He continued to fight against the new pair of arms with tooth and nail. 

“Let him go.” The eerie simplicity to the statement was unlike Lo’ak. The heat curled and prickled at Neteyam’s skin. Lo’ak glowering eyes glowed in the night like a cusping fire, ready to burst into uncontrolled flames. 

“You come into my land and steal my mate. Now is not the time to try my patience.” A lethal growl encased every word, the vibrations scratching at Neteyam’s hindbrain till it was begging him to submit. 

“Seems only fair since you stole my brother, asshole!” Lo’ak lunged forward, knife sparkling in the colorful lights. 

Neteyam felt as if his worst nightmares were being dangled in front of him as he watched Kxolo whip out of the way and prepare for another advance. He could feel the blood trickling out between his fingertips as his nails pierced into Pulo’s forearm. Pulo continued to shift and fight against Neteyam’s small frame as the boy anxiously thrashed in the hold. 

Lo’ak’s anger was unleashed in every swiping and brass movement, but Kxolo was calculated. His reactions were abrupt and controlled as he fought off every advance Lo’ak made. Acute honed maneuvers had the knife out of Lo’ak’s left hand swiftly only to then receive the Sully boy’s signature right hand hook to the cheek. 

A confusing progression of turns and pulls had Lo’ak flipping over his front to hit the ground harshly within seconds of making recovery from the hit. The omega tried to swing his own fist towards Pulo’s cheek, frantic to be released and view the damages. Luck was not on his side as his small balled fist was clamped in one hand and used to twist his straight arm behind his back and upwards till his body was forced into a vulnerable bend. 

Now in worse state to oversee the brawl, Neteyam just barely caught a glimpse of Kxolo harshly pinning Lo’ak against a tree by a bruising grip on his shoulders. A gasp left his throat. A sob was already on the tip of his tongue at the terrifying sight, but nothing came after. He watched in awe as the two shot looks from the depths of fiery hell towards one another but neither moved. It wasn’t until Neteyam scanned the area around them that he understood why. 

Somewhere in the haze of fighting, the rest of the party had arrived. Bows and arrows were strung and pointed at the pinned alpha from every direction, coupled with warning yips and calls. Tears welled in his eyes at the sight. Whispered pleas left his lips without permission, but they were swallowed by the tense mist around the scene. 

Pulo urged him to stop moving as every twist and shuffle brought a sharp pain to the boy’s shoulder from the current position. He could barely make out Kxolo’s profile whispering something to his younger brother to which Lo’ak hissed back immediately. However, the alpha reluctantly surrendered the bow and arrows to the closest warrior before his wrists were tightly tied. 

 A new wave of anxiety rushed through Neteyam at the sight. 

“Take him back to home tree.” Kxolo demanded before turning on his heel. 

“No wait! Let him go!” Neteyam demanded through tears but the bustle of warriors moving into place drowned out the sound. His pleas fell onto deaf ears. 

Pulo finally shifted the boy into an upright position against him as Kxolo menacingly stalked straight towards them. In any other scenario, Neteyam knew that the icy rage in those eyes and anger in the footsteps would have him shaking and promising to behave but Lo’ak’s well being distracted him from every personal fear he had. 

“He’s bleeding.” Pulo informed. 

“Let me see.” Pulo held the boy in place as Kxolo’s large hands grasped the boy's hips and focused eyes searched for the source of blood. A growled out curse left his lips at the sight of the dirt covered gash along Neteyam’s ribs. 

The omega continued to kick and swerve away from the touches. 

“I said let him go! Why are you taking him back to home tree?!” Neteyam screeched as his left leg kicked back at the towering Olo’eyktan. Kxolo ignored the kicks and questions, too engrossed in evaluating every cut and scratch that littered the omega’s body. 

“He is just being held there till your parents come to bring him home, Neteyam. Calm down.” Pulo attempted to reassure him. 

The web of worries quickly led to the reaction of their parents upon arrival. Neteyam could already imagine the infuriated expression his father would wear, riding in to pick up Lo’ak from perhaps the most devious stunt he had ever pulled. In Lo’ak’s current state, it was inevitable that the two would only feed one another’s anger. Neteyam was the voice of reason and submission in these scenarios. 

“Stop moving.” Kxolo gritted out into a deep growl, as he struggled to wrap a long piece of fabric around the boy’s rib cage. 

“Let me wait with him! I need to talk to my dad.” Kxolo’s shoulders tensed at the words, finally finishing the knot keeping the bandage in place. 

His heart rate sped up again as Pulo swiftly released him and allowed Kxolo to gently pin him up against a tree, both wrists caught in one hand and pinned above him. He wiggled in the hold, but dead cold amber eyes stopped him. Staring upwards at the alpha’s furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw, Neteyam’s hindbrain screamed at him to submit and present. The possessive pheromones wafting over him were intoxicating and all consuming to the omega. He let out a nervous gulp as Kxolo looked down at him with those hard eyes before leaning down towards his right ear. 

“You are in no position to be making demands right now, omega.” The dark tone vibrated through Neteyam’s body from head to toe. He couldn’t hold in the small whimper that escaped his lips at the title. Not baby boy, not little one, not my love. Omega. 

He was in for it. 

An invisible wire yanked Neteyam towards submissive tendencies, his primal hindbrain fighting to take control of the situation. He didn’t yield however, mentally digging his heels into the ground. 

“I need to see my dad!” A firm grip to his jaw had Neteyam stilling in place. 

 Kxolo took a few weighted steps forward till their bodies were molded together, forcing the omega to crane his neck upwards in order to see him. The alpha crowded into Neteyam’s space, body tense and rigid while his frame successfully encompassed the boy in his hold. 

The wire yanked again but this time with the added lure of lustful thoughts, overcome by the renewed contact with his alpha. Neteyam gritted his teeth as he forced his mind to focus. 

“The only place you can expect to go tonight after the healer’s tent is over my knee.” The rumble of words lit sparks of fear and anticipation in the omega. His body trembled as he continued to choose anger over submission. 

Neteyam dug his heels as he was dragged towards Eyvu. The yanking was no use however as Kxolo had him on the ikran pinned against his chest with little effort. He tried not to glance at the alpha’s domineering expression but the Kxolo’s angry scent was a constant reminder of the punishment that awaited him. 

Lo’ak wrenched at the binds, digging the material deep enough into his upturned biceps to leave red marks. A low hiss rattled in his chest at another futile attempt. He could already feel a burning ache in his shoulders building at the stretch of his biceps being bound to one another behind his head. Shifting from foot to foot, his eyes swept over the area around home tree in search of a gap between the guards circled around it. 

Anger still sat deeply within him, but the adrenaline was quickly dying down. A foolish hope that he could break the bonds and find Neteyam lingered in his mind. He had anticipated the wrath his father would rain down when returning home, but that scene had always been imagined with Neteyam by his side, his brother safe at home due to his successful plans. 

His ears twitched at the sound of soft footsteps rounding the corner. Deep curiosity filled him as he recognized the oncoming figure as the feisty omega from the lake. She smiled confidently at the guards before walking straight past them and towards the bound alpha. A cocky smirk stretched her lips as she stopped in front of him with crossed arms. 

“Quite the plan you have there, mighty warrior.” Lo’ak held in a growl at her sarcastic tone. 

“So much for not being a snitch, huh?” He gritted out. The petite girl let out an obnoxious laugh at the accusation. 

“Oh I didn’t tell. If I had, you two wouldn’t have made it past the tree line.” Her eyes crinkled in amusement at Lo’ak’s rising anger. Every twinkle of beads clicking together in her long flowing hair seemed to mock him. For an omega small enough to yank over his shoulder with one arm, she had a lot of nerve teasing him. His fingernails dug into his palms at the image of her upturned ass resting on his shoulder as she swung her legs in ferocious kicks against him. 

“I guess we have your own arrogant stupidity to thank for tonight’s fiasco.” She huffed, idly twirling herself in feigned boredom. He watched as the small omega casually danced across the dirt. He wondered if the wiry girl ever stood still for more than a minute. 

He shifted his body weight forward subconsciously and that is when he caught her eyes flickering towards his flexed biceps before quickly darting away. Despite its briefness, Lo’ak was able to catch the lustful curiosity in those playful eyes. Smug satisfaction settled into his features at the girl’s incidental confession. His gaze racked over her curvy form shyly turned away from him. 

“Well if I’m so stupid and arrogant, then why are you here talking to me in the middle of the night?” He raised an eyebrow back at the omega now quickly turning on her heel to face him. The alpha reviled in the cute nose scrunch that accompanied her angry gaze. 

“Don’t get things twisted, skxawng. I’m only here to give Neteyam some peace of mind, to reassure him that nothing happened to his idiotic brother.” Her posture readjusted itself to stand tall and straight in efforts to exuberate more confidence and control, but Lo’ak could see through the facade. 

He hummed as if in deep thought. 

“I don’t think I believe that, little snitch.” The nickname slipped easily from his lips without thought, but Lo’ak found himself taking a liking to it as he caught the nervous twitch of her tail. His own slinked back and forth slowly as he leaned closer down towards her. “I think your curiosity got the best of you till that little voice in the back of your head was begging you to come out and take a peak. Just for a minute, maybe two. But then I’m strung up here like a prized meal and that little voice is now too loud to ignore. Play this indifferent tough omega part as much as you want, but I see through it, little snitch.” 

A fire burned in the pit of his stomach at the enraged expression staining her delicate features. 

“Not that I’m complaining, I appreciate that you wanted to visit me sweetheart.” Rage coiled in those golden eyes as her lips parted, slightly dumbfounded, like a little fish. ‘A cute fish’ Lo’ak decided. 

“Your ego really has no bounds, does it?” She rhetorically seethed, ears folded back with furrowed eyebrows. She took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. “Besides, a jarhead like you couldn’t handle me if your life depended on it.” 

The muscles in his body tightened against the bonds, yearning to pin her against the nearest tree and teach her a lesson that ended with his name being sung like a heavenly praise against her plush lips. Lewd images came to the forefront of his mind as he shamelessly dragged his gaze along her body. He swore he could see goosebumps rising on the striped skin against her feathered top. His pupils dilated at the sight. 

“How about,” Lo’ak eyes connected with hers in a penetrating stare, “You untie me and we find out?” 

Lo’ak smirked at the sight of her thighs fidgeting to press tightly together. Her eyes burned with a loathsome hatred but her body told a different story. The girl’s lips parted to speak and Lo’ak subconsciously leaned forward in anticipation of her response. 

“Vamai!” The moment shattered like glass into a thousand pieces at the authoritative voice. 

Lo’ak searched for the source of the sound and found a tall beta with dreadlocks, shooting daggers at the two. He met that stare openly, unafraid of the stranger. 

“What are you doing out here? It’s the middle of the night!” He reprimanded. Vamai sent the man a look of disbelief as her hands clenched into fists. The male ignored her reaction and continued to stare down the strung up alpha. 

“Cool the tone, Epok. I’m just here to check up on Lo’ak for Neteyam.” Lo’ak eyes flickered between the two at the standoff. An unspoken message was being sent between those eyes and the younger Sully brother yearned to know what it was. 

“I’ll watch him. Go home.” The stunted response etched an angry frown into her beautiful features. Lo’ak couldn’t help but feel disappointed at her early dismissal. He didn’t let it spoil his fun, though. 

“Better get going, little snitch. It’s rude to stay out past your bedtime.” A feline smirk broke across his face at the aggressive hiss she shot his way. 

However, she could sense the beta’s growing impatience so without another word Vamai stormed off in the other direction. Lo’ak watched the sway of her hips with each step, mesmerized by her artistic curves. It was only when Epok took a place in the formation and Vamai gave one last look backwards that Lo’ak sent her a cheeky wink. 

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[mangedog]

Stating that women with PCOS specifically take medicines like spiro to ‘feminize’ the body in the way that trans women do is medically inaccurate and misogynistic. It reduces a chronic and potentially debilitating condition with limited treatment options due to medical misogyny down to an issue of aesthetics and body image. These medications are provided to women with PCOS in order to (among other things) prevent Type 2 diabetes, heart disease, and uterine cancer by regulating the shedding of the uterine wall. Reducing it to ‘oh it prevents hair growth’ is just false.

obligatory disclaimer: i'm not a doctor or a pharmacist or have any knowledge of PCOS or medication beyond what I've read and learnt as a person with lived experience in PCOS, intersex, and trans communities

These medications are provided to women with PCOS in order to (among other things) prevent Type 2 diabetes, heart disease, and uterine cancer

yeah, the "other things" you gloss over here are the symptoms of hyperandrogenism - hirsutism, menstrual irregularity or absence, infertility, acne, male-pattern hair loss... which are managed by oestrogen and anti-androgen medication. spiro & similar medications aren't just used for feminisation, with or without PCOS, but

from the wikipedia page for spironolactone:

and the wikipedia page for PCOS:

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and like i said in the tags of that post, this is generalised information and not true for every person with PCOS, hyperandrogenic or not, woman or not.

#dogasks #described #described in alt text #pcos #hyperandrogenism #hyperandrogenic pcos #polycystic ovarian syndrome #tumblr killed this post halfway through had to do it again UGH #also worth noting there are intersex variations specifically caused by 5-alpha reductase which is apparently overproduced in ppl w PCOS #another thing to think about...

[petefromarma]

going to omega joe world

#he’s an alpha in my fic but that’s bc i thought we needed more alpha joe rep #in my heart he is a sad lonely omega w eldest sister syndrome

[ivymarquis]

What You Want Ch 2

Pairing; Alpha!Jacob Seed x Omega!Female!Deputy Rook

P:P; most of it is perns, or set up for the perns.

Word Count; 4322

Tags; Extremely, extremely dubious dub-con (I cannot emphasis this enough), stockholm syndrome-y, abo verse, masturbation, heat cycles, compromised ability to consent

Summary; Rook goes through her heat and Jacob goes on a hunting trip

I apparently never posted this on tumblr, but if you’ve read it on ao3 it’s the exact same chapter 2. (also Chapter 3 is being published like immediately after so, ayyyyy)

It’s 4k words of Jacob being an asshole to Rook just because he can be tbh

The next six months were a lesson in patience if Jacob had ever had one.

The deputy's mood swings were liable to give him whiplash but were beginning to get more predictable as time went on.

It took him a moment to realize the worst bouts of her losing her ever-loving-shit immediately followed her softening up to him in some capacity. She could only fight biology for so long but God damn was his omega determined to go as long as possible before she finally submitted.

It was fucking infuriating. He'd spend hours purring at her, trying to entice his snotty little mate to soften up. She would, because it was hard to stay pissed and rigid at someone who didn't so much as raise their voice at you. Rage required fuel to keep burning bright and he was determined not to give her so much as a twig for kindling.

John had not pegged her with “wrath” for nothing.

Unable to use his actions to justify her anger, it seemed to have manifested itself inward. His attempts at grooming and soothing her would be met with lust blown pupils and soft noises until she remembered who they were and what she was doing, only to stiffen and spit in his hold.

The fact he hadn't strangled her yet was a testament to his dedication and self control.

She was absolutely exhausting, fighting him every step of the way until she wore herself out only to fight more when she'd rested up because she'd relaxed in her exhaustion.

The aggressive bouts were becoming a more frequent occurrence; Jacob actively decided to think it was a good thing, that she was fighting because he was close to finally getting through to her.

Her life comprised of a 13x13 room and the attached bathroom and closet.

She was irreparably dependent on him for all her social interactions, not even given the opportunity to exchange passing pleasantries with guards. Jacob was the center of her universe- had forced himself to be so, knowing it was the only way to win her over.

Rook was determined to be as difficult about this as possible so he upped his ante at every possible turn.

No one was allowed to so much as knock on his door unless there was an immediate evacuation order for the entire building. He was the one who brought her food, the changes of clothes. There was no wiggle room because she would willingly try to latch to anyone for social interaction who wasn't him and Jacob wasn't having that shit at all.

She had her moments now after some convincing but for the most part she was content to avoid him when he focused on something else, scowling at him from the security of the bedding.

Never one to waste daylight, for years Jacob's schedule had accommodated to not catering to a mate- now that he had to, he was slowly but surely getting behind on necessary paperwork that built to a pretty pile six months in. Just one more thing to add to his list of ever growing frustrations.

More interested in the stack of papers on his desk than her, he sat her meal tray down on the footlocker and was perfectly content to ignore her as he sat down and settled in.

Her internal clock was dictated by his feeding schedule for her. Jacob kept Rook on a rigid schedule, aware she needed some semblance of structure with how little stimulation she had. Disorienting her with random meal times paired with nothing to do all day would be a sure fire way to make the deputy implode and become even more difficult.

Typically he used meal times as an opportunity for training or conditioning. He assumed her reluctance to leave her nest was due to his disinterest in her. Rook looked for the smallest change in their routine to get wound up over, and him ignoring her at meal time was probably one for the books, but also one he expected her to get over quickly.

So color Jacob fucking surprised when she popped up on her knees, crouched between his own with her head resting on one leg.

Typically her eyes were trained on him if he was close enough to grab her, watching his every movement for anything suspicious. They were focused between his legs and Jacob immediately decided he didn't trust her or what she was up to at all.

He hadn't slept with her since that first time he pinned her in the woods, not compelled to get short term satisfaction when he had his work cut out to settle her down for the long haul.

She trailed her fingertips up his inner thigh and Jacob hated how easily a pleasured tingle shot up his spine and the way his gut clenched when her gaze flicked upwards, her eyes settling on his.

Equal parts suspicious and curious to see what her game plan was, he resigned himself away from his paperwork and dropped his pen in favor of watching her.

She took this, paired with him settling further back in the chair, as permission to continue- shifting further between his legs, her hand moving further up his thigh until she moved at the last moment and drifted up towards his belt. All the while she watched him with that soft look in her eye that he'd have to be stupid to trust.

At the second hand coming to join the first in her quest to dismantle his belt, Jacob rejected her advance with a short and firm “No.”

She hesitated, the expression on her face unreadable- she looked like she couldn't decide if she wanted to cry or scream at him.

Knowing Jacob's luck, he'd be privy to both in about 30 seconds.

“No?” Her hand hovered above the buckle of his belt.

20 seconds.

“Did I stutter?”

10 seconds.

Her hand dropped, sitting up further between his legs while she contemplated her next move. Clearly he'd thrown a wrench in her plans and it never occurred to her that he'd rebuke her attempt to seduce him.

“But-” 5 seconds. “I'm your mate,” she settled on cautiously.

“Not yet, you're not. You see a mark on your neck?”

Her eyes widened with indignant rage- the verbal backhand had to have stung as sharply as a physical one would have.

“I'm going into heat. You can't say no to me.”

There it was. He had her. He'd known it was due soon but hadn't been certain how close she'd been. It would explain her restlessness in her nest the past few days and her disinterest in dinner tonight.

Again he found himself with a sense of disquiet- that she would only want him when biological imperative dictated she bed with him.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was frustrated with her fighting tooth and nail only to try using her heat as an excuse to (temporarily) phone it in.

She was still determined to salvage her pride however she could, but Jacob wasn't feeling as obliging as he had in the woods all those months ago to let her use her “get out of jail free” card.

“You've managed this long without me, you can handle one more. Now go back to your nest and leave me alone.”

The stunned look on her face wavered to resignation as she slunk back to lick her wounds.

The rest of the evening passed quietly with Jacob aware of her burning holes in his back until he finally decided to go to bed.

He thought she'd fallen asleep only to realize when she spoke that she was still awake. “You'll change your mind. It's still early but when my scent changes you'll change your mind.”

Her voice was so quiet he almost didn't hear her. Jacob was willing to bet, however, the words weren't even intended for him; that she was saying it to herself to self-soothe the wound he'd dealt to her ego.

While she was correct that her scent would get to him if he stayed in this room, she hadn't caught the caveat- Jacob wouldn't be here when her heat came.

He couldn't quite decide what the lesson was here (punishing her for her hot and cold behavior? Teaching her that her life was easier with him in it? The futility in rejecting him?) but this heat was the perfect time to push her just a little. If all went according to plan, she'd be far more receptive to him in the future.

He didn't answer her, electing instead to let her stew in whatever insecurities were festering within her.

 - - - - - - - - 

If she'd been angry at his backhanded comment, she was livid in the morning as he packed a light duffle bag. The sheen against her skin was an inappropriate layer of sweat for the season, only present in the cold weather due to her oncoming heat.

“You can't leave!” A pillow launched at his head, missing by inches. “I'm not claimed! You can't leave me!” she repeated, belying her immediate concern as she launched another pillow at him.

Good, she was smart- smart enough to immediately catch that any other alpha would jump at the chance to bend her over behind Jacob's back in his absence and dig their teeth in her throat.

“Careful there, Sweetheart, people will start to think you care about me.”

Destined mates were a rare commodity- most alphas merely found an omega they fancied and called it a night when she went into season.

“There will be four beta guards with K.O.S. orders for any alphas who try to get up to this level. Don't leave this room and don't open the window and you'll be fine.” His tone was kept measured and disinterested as she continued destroying her nest in favor of throwing the pieces at his head. Watching as she grew more agitated by his continued insistence at leaving, he decided he'd had his fun taunting her and it was time to go. Her distress made her heat more prevalent and Jacob was almost tempted enough cave to her.

If she wanted to be difficult, he'd give her a lesson in gratitude.

“Check the bottom drawer in the nightstand, Pup, you'll need it.”

- - - - - - - -

“ I'd bet good money there's a toy with an inflatable knot, a big bottle of lube and some paperback bodice ripper in your nightstand drawer. Am I wrong?”

His words all those months ago were the only thing spinning in her brain as she stared at the contents of the drawer.

He'd been in her apartment at some point since her last heat, because she was staring at her toy. Not a toy, not one of the same brand- her own toy.

In Jacob's nightstand, in his room, in the veteran's center. Not at home where it should be.

Rook wanted to cry. Her heat was coming, she was trapped in Jacob's room surrounded by his scent and he wouldn't even be here to see her through it.

Her toy had served her fine through her heats until she'd met Jacob in the church- the one she'd had after that, it suddenly lost its luster. Trapped in her alpha's room with no alpha to speak of, she had little hope of it being able to satisfy her.

The fact that he'd rather go on some hunting trip than stay here with her hurt worse than any physical blow he could deal her.

And so she paced, instinct having her wound up and ready to go look for him but fear keeping her from actually opening the door handle. She was terrified she'd find one of the other alphas of the project and they'd subdue her.

No- she was safe in their nest, her alpha's scent a warning to keep other would-be suitors at bay.

Still compelled by instinct, she gathered the scattered bedding off the floor and rearranged her nest.

While before it was narrow and shut off, as Rook rebuilt it she made it more open and inviting.

Rook had refused to let Jacob near her nest, hissing and growling viciously at him the few times he'd tried to enter her space without permission.

He hadn't forced that issue; merely tested the waters occasionally to see if her opinion changed over night.

It never did. Maybe she should have.

She'd drag him into her nest when he got home.

He was coming back, right?

With nothing else to occupy her time Rook became borderline neurotic about her nest. Obsessing over every single fold and crease, she'd scrap the entire thing if one piece of bedding didn't want to play nicely with the others. It had to be perfect when Jacob came back home.

Whining loudly, she paced again trying to kill time after she was too exhausted to rearrange the bedding again.

Her head snapped to one of the windows overlooking the courtyard with a noticeable whimper each time she heard the gates open and a truck pull through.

Unfortunately it wasn't Jacob, never Jacob.

Rook couldn't quite find the words to articulate why, but she hesitated in reaching for her toy, eyeing it suspiciously. Her body ached for penetration, a small part of her brain whispering that something was better than nothing. The logical part of her brain that remembered last time knew she'd only get more frustrated.

She had no idea what was going to happen to her over the next 5 days and she was terrified. Her heat would ebb and flow in waves over the next 2 days, her lucid periods shortening with each wave until she spent 24 hours out of her damn mind at which point her lucidity would slowly return in steadily increasing intervals- if the heat exhaustion didn't kill her.

Her last heat had been frustrating to deal with, craving Jacob but having nothing of him other than scant recollections from the church. This time? She was surrounded by his scent and very acquainted with what his cock felt like even if it had been only the one encounter.

Rook's sense of self and pride were steadily whittling away- it didn't matter that Jacob was a high ranking member of a group threatening everything she held dear. His scent was intoxicating and he'd proven time and time again both capable and willing to deal with her foul temper. He was a strong mate, one that would provide for her and their children.

Pacing was the only way to expel her nervous energy until a wave rolled over her and Rook forgot what she was so frantic about.

Jacob should be coming home soon, and then he'd pin her down and do his job. She would be wise to make sure she was ready for him.

Suddenly aware of the friction of her clothing against her own skin, Rook indulged in exploring this more; the soft feel of her nipples rubbing against the fabric of the shirt, the way her underwear clung to her skin and the pleasant feel the seam in the crotch of her yoga pants made if she rolled her hips just right.

Effortlessly succumbing to the wave that rolled over her, Rook's attention drifted from herself outward.

Jacob was still gone and she wanted him back. Unable to have the real thing her brain attempted to soothe her by focusing on the thing that held the strongest source of his scent.

In her fit of rage as he left she hadn't noticed him leaving without his signature army jacket, the piece of clothing hooked on the edge of the chair. He wore the damn thing everywhere, it was absolutely saturated with his scent.

Donning the jacket without a second thought Rook's nose buried in the collar of her new clothing article only to whine as her brain's response was to encourage more slick to accumulate between her thighs.

The first few waves that rolled through her were gentle and mild. Rook alternated between fretting over Jacob having abandoned her and forgetting that he’d left on purpose, convinced he’d be back soon and would satisfy her.

It was during one of her less lucid periods that she forgot why she was being so gun shy about using her toy.

Obviously she’d rather be climbing Jacob like a tree but he wasn’t here. She could at least warm herself up until he returned so he could pound her in the mattress like a good alpha.

While her heat had her revved up and ready to go, a bit of prep work wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. She was wet enough but not primed- Alphas were hung as a general rule and Jacob was no exception.

Her heat-addled brain decided this would be a fine idea, scrambling from the bed to shuck off her pants and go to the nightstand. The lube wasn’t the worst idea so set it on top of the nightstand, foregoing the bodice ripper in favor of her memories of the first (and only) time Jacob had pinned her down until she squealed.

“How many times have you fucked yourself through your heat waiting for the day I'd find you and pin you down?”

Heat crawled up her belly at the recollection of his words, laying on her back in the bed with her legs spread. One hand maneuvered the head of the toy as the other spread her engorged lips apart, whining softly as she pressed the toy in. Pushing a few inches only to remove almost entirely just to press a bit further in again, the hand not holding the toy drifted up to one of her breasts and teasing the nipple.

Alternating from one breast to the other, Rook’s hypersensitive skin revelled in the sensation of fingertips dragging across her skin and how soft she was.

Her orgasm came quickly and willingly, her biology prepped to flood her brain with feel good hormones to bond with an alpha who was presently m.i.a. It was a hollow climax with no lingering satisfaction, the fingers tugging at her nippless drifting down between her thighs. Rubbing her clit with one hand while working the toy in and out of her took a bit of maneuvering to get comfortable before whining at the addition of clitoral stimulation paired with the penetration of the toy.

God what she wouldn’t give to have Jacob pressing her face into the mattress, mounting her like any hound would mount his bitch. One hand grasping her by the back of her head, weight leaning into his hold to keep her still while he went at her. The other working his cock into her before grasping her hip in a bruising grip making sure she took every last inch of him .

“That's my good girl. Take all of it.”

Another orgasm ripped through her at the memory of his words, though she’d had a far different reaction when he’d said them to her in the woods.

This time her mind was far more agreeable to the prospect of being Jacob’s good girl, giving into the throes of her heat entirely.

At her lucid periods, as infrequent as they became, she’d be aware that she was riding her toy and longing for her would-be mate. At the height of her waves, which gained in strength and duration each time they came, she was completely delirious. The traces of Jacob’s scent clinging to his jacket was enough to trick her brain into thinking she had the real thing in bed with her.

Her nest was an absolute mess, soaked underneath her. Her lucid orgasms were unfulfilling, the ones at the worst of her cycle still seeming to lack an edge she was too strung out to recognize or name. All she knew was instinct hounding at her to get off again as quickly as possible.

At one point her brain had almost removed itself entirely from reality, convinced that her necessity to ride her toy to mimic being penetrated was Jacob sprawled on his back with his cock jutting up from that delicious v at the bottom of his abdomen.

Unaware she was alone, Rook had no reservations about vocalizing her pleas for a mate that wasn’t there.

“Please! Jacob, more, please!”

By sheer force of exertion her next orgasm had her slumped on her side in the bedding. Rook was past the worst of it and absolutely exhausted, the waves starting to become more gradual and allowing her to get some rest.

Dozing, exhaustion made her a heavier sleeper than she normally was.

It made her miss the truck entering the gates.

It made her miss the sound of one pair of boots making their way through the hallway and the dismissal of four other sets.

It made her miss the door open.

It also gave Jacob one hell of a welcome home. The pheromones in the room were enough to have him immediately hard. Though bending her over sounded like an incredible idea at the moment, he had enough control of his senses to see his little plan follow through.

“See, Honey? What’d I tell you. You’d make it through your heat just fine without me.”

The sound of his voice was what jarred her awake, eyes snapping open and finding his face.

Her gaze was glassy and unfocused, still clouded by sleep.

He tried to not dwell on the way his stomach flipped when her expression brightened realizing it was him she was looking at.

Still horny, Rook shimmied her hips in an attempt to bait him, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

“As tempting an offer as that is, Pup, I want to see you put that toy of yours to work.”

Heat flooded her face, still docile from her cycle and mulling over the idea.

Whining softly as she came to a decision, Rook reached between her legs blindly and groped for her toy. Eyes remaining fixated on his, she was well acquainted with getting her toy inside her on feel alone by now.

Jacob was still, eyes fixated on her and the expression on his face made her feel empowered. His gaze went from her in his jacket, the shirt that she’d somehow ripped at some point exposing both breasts and the plane of her stomach before drifting down to the apex of her thighs where the toy rocked in and out of her.

From the very visible bulge he was sporting at the front of his jeans, Jacob liked what he was seeing a lot .

The knowledge this was doing it for him was getting Rook hot under the collar, shifting in her bed so he’d have a better angle to watch.

“Go on, Pup,” he encouraged, hands drifting down to his belt and undoing the buckle.

Assuming he was going to finally fuck her sooner rather than later, Rook whined as he pulled his cock out of his pants and stared stroking in time with the thrusts of her toy.

Oh God that did it for her, the familiar clench in her gut stirring as she watched his hand.

Like a dog being tempted with a piece of steak, she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the sight. He matched the pace she set near perfectly, speeding up and slowing down in time with her own movements.

It was also hard to think beyond how much she wanted him in her mouth, using her to get himself off while she rode her toy.

“You gonna finish on your toy for me, Pup?”

Oh.  

The idea that he wanted to see her cum on it was an intriguing one- she’d assumed he just wanted to watch for a bit and then take over.

Nodding gently, she continued to press and pull the toy in and out of herself as the other hand dipped down to tease her clit again.

The buildup was there and easy enough, though Rook struggled with actually getting herself to cross that finish line and reach her climax.

“J-Jacob, please.”

“Please, what? This is all you, Sweetheart,” he replied coolly, his hand still matching stride with her own.

“Please, I can’t-,”

He got in the bed, caging her body with his own. His mouth hovering over her ear, Rook shivered as his breath fanned out over her neck.

“Yes you can,” his voice practically purred at her. “Now be a good girl and finish for me.”

Good girl.

Last time he’d called her a good girl, she’d try to claw out his eyes. Rook was at the tail end of her heat and maybe that was what it was, but while the phrase had caused her to react with such vitriol all those months ago it now stirred something in her. An innate urge to please him-

And it was enough to make Rook moan lowly, thighs trembling as she worked herself through her climax. While not the strongest one she’d ever had it was far more satisfying than the empty, hollow ones she’d been plagued with the past few days.

Something splattered across her abdomen and chest, distantly aware of Jacob shifting away from her but too exhausted to think too much about it.

Her eyes drifted close, whining at the feel of rough fabric pawing at her skin. Blearily peeking at him, he had the bunched up fabric of something she’d thrown on the floor in his hand and wiping her down with it.

There was a notable shift in their dynamic that hadn’t been there before his impromptu trip, though Rook wasn’t up for the task of trying to unpack it at present- both the good and the thing that would nag her when she was awake and lucid and able to think clearly for the first time in 5 days.

Particularly the laundry. So, so much laundry.

#jacob seed x deputy #far cry 5 fanfiction #omegaverse #A/B/O verse #dark!fic #dub con cw #my writing #alpha!jacob seed #omega!rook #stockholm syndrome