Shenanigans07
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Nine months ago, Nicholas Smith thought he'd escaped it all: the early bedtimes, the childish clothing, the humiliating pull-ups. He built himself a new life, far from Connor Sanderson and the world that stole his adulthood. But Nick learns his freedom is an illusion.
And Connor has never been one to let go of what's his.
When Connor tracks him down, he decides this act of defiance proves one thing: Nick is too little to be his toddler. Pull-ups become diapers, the bed becomes a crib, and dungarees become footed pyjamas.
If Nick thought he'd had it bad before, he's about to learn that things can always get worse.The way Connor made it sound, he'd almost got away with it. That's what hit the most - his efforts had almost been good enough, but it hadn't been enough to stop Connor Sanderson from coming after what was his.
"But," Connor continued. "No matter what colour you dye your hair, or what name you go by, you will always be my baby." Nicky felt those words sink deep beneath his skin, wrapping around his ribs like barbed wire. Because, despite everything, despite running and hiding and spending the last nine months convincing himself he was free, Connor had still found him.Series
- Part 1 of Forever Yours
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The sweetness of this omega will really be Namjoon's undoing, especially once his heat hits. Namjoon is used to fiery, independent omegas, challenging him at every turn, eventually finding peace with their wolves largely through nonsexual submission.
He isn't used to feral omegas that prefer his lap over anywhere else after one day, sleepily nuzzling closer to them in their bed after a day and a half.
Namjoon isn't used to his protective instincts rapidly becoming feelings of attachment.
Alphas Namjin take in feral omega Jungkook, caring for him and teaching him how to submit and feel safe before his heat starts... but for all three of them, their feelings grow into a lot more than that.
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That was… until Emmerich showed up again, a small pot of soup in hand, as well as other fruits one would normally have trouble buying. Liam couldn’t help the gasp that left his lips as he stared in awe. Admittedly his stomach made a very loud grumble that gave away a weakness of his, leaving him to flush a little in embarrassment.
“Are you sure?” He asked as the man passed him the stew. The guy looked funny sitting on Liam’s little bed, clearly too tall to stand upright in the small space.
AKA
Probably the fluffiest thing I've written yet... also dragon dad?
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I’m fearless now but it cost my soul by Static_Channel
Fandoms: Original Work, No Fandom
29 Dec 2022
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“So, if you could, you’d pick a different occupation?” Another question slipped past his mentor's lips.
“I mean, I guess? I don’t know what else I’m good at…” Aiden scowled at his cup. “But unlike some lucky bastard I know, I won’t get a choice,” He explained further, chuckling a little when Llewelyn lightheartedly huffed.
It was then that vertigo hit him, his stomach doing several flips as he lost all sense of direction. He heard something shatter on the stone tiles. He went to look but his body wouldn’t respond to him. As he began to fall over, the realization dawned on him that he couldn’t feel his hands, let alone the rest of his body.
Aka
Aiden really sucks at making friends... and pays the price...
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Kenan was dying. Should have died. If not from the elements and hypothermia- then from being without a pack for as long as he has. He accepted his fate when he laid on the decaying forest floor and felt far too warm for the winter's day it was. But then they found them, and now Kenan has to prove that he's worth saving, not only to the pack- but to himself.
There's gonna be hurt, there's gonna be comfort, and a whole lot of pack feels. Poor Kenan deserves all the love coming his way- but he has to suffer first...
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“Shit,” the shadow gasped. “Oliver, get Malachi on the phone and tell him to prepare for a critical Omega,” it ordered.Omega, the figure mentally screamed. This was bad bad bad bad. Omega was an old term- an ancient one. No self-respecting modern pack would use the term and follow the strict hierarchy it emerged from. No modern pack, but modern packs weren’t the only packs out there.
They let out a terrified whine once they realized exactly whose territory they staggered their way into. The shadow cursed again and bent over the shaking form. “Shh, little omega,” they cooed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”