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the beauty of being able to record his show every now and then at the radio station without people realizing it was that he could take nights off like this. and he needed nights off.

making another appearance at the bar-- which had become a third home to him since all he seemed to do was sleep at his apartment, work at the radio station, or drink here-- the witch omega slid up to the bar and got himself a drink (a dirty martini if you must know). he tried to entertain himself by messing around with a basic, beginner spell to conjure dancing lights but again the barrier seemed to be holding him back. hated to admit it but he hoped that it fell, he missed how powerful he felt before it dampened everything.

magic wasn't going to work for him, he turned around on his stool and began looking for entertainment elsewhere. this bar always had some good distractions drinking in it.

like the older man walking in right now. distinguished, handsome as fuck, and a complete stranger. it would have been rude not to introduce himself. downing his martini with a quick swallow, the boy rose from his seat and practically bounced over to the newcomer.

"never seen you around here before, you must be new. trust me," he added on with a wink, "i'd remember seeing a man like you before. can i get you a drink?"

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it had almost become a ritual at this point. the first few hours of his day, normally four, were spent at the ranch tending to the horses and the cattle, or just cleaning up. by the time he was done it was midday so he'd head into town and grab himself a coffee at my cup runneth over, and maybe a bite to eat. then he'd make his way to the gym for two, or so, hours before heading home for the day to lounge in the sun and rest so he'd have plenty of energy for when he was most active at night.

today was like any other except as he was in line at the cafe, rather than ordering his usual coffee he just stood there. staring. he was so mesmerized that the poor barista asked him at least five times if he was ready to order before he even realized someone was speaking to him.

"sorry, no, i'll--" without bothering to finish his half-hearted excuse and apology for wasting everyone's time, the werecougar slipped out of his place in line and made his way over to what had him so distracted; to who had him so distracted. "just when i was starting to think i'd seen everything new haven had to offer," he had been here for six, or so, months now, "i stumble upon another breathtaking view." his smile was warm, and there was a glint in his eyes, as he moved to lean against a counter; not once taking his eyes off the other.

"here," stepping away from the other and breaking back into the line, leaving a few locals rolling their eyes at him and grumbling under their breath, rowan reaches out for the other, his lips holding onto a small smile, as he nods for the other to join him. "let me get you whatever you want as a welcome to town. i'll tell them you're with me and they'll give you anything," he boasted. "i'll take care of you."

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you can’t see it but i’m actually on my knees in this scene

Is that GLEN POWELL? No, that’s ROWAN SHOLBERG. The 35 year old OAK MOON WERECOUGAR ALPHA CISGENDER (HE-HIM-HIS)  is a RANCH HAND & SEARCH PARTY VOLUNTEER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PROTECTIVE & ADAPTIVE, but beware, they’re also known to be HEADSTRONG & OVERZEALOUS. Can you believe they’re from THE PAST? Me either.

general statistics

name: rowan sholberg

nicknames: row, berger

gender: alpha cisgender male

pronouns: he-him-his

actual age: 35 years old

species: werefolk

sub species: werecougar

moon phase: oak moon

occupation: ranch hand and search party volunteer

positive traits: protective and adaptive

negative traits: headstrong and overzealous

a few favorites: thunderstorms, fresh air (being outside), sunbathing, getting his hands dirty, omegas, the smell of rain, country music

a few hates: guns, people that don't respect the land, people that threaten his home, traffic, sodas

sexuality: homosexual

position: top, rare/situational verse

some kinks: rough sex, choking (giving, with his hands or his cock), facefucking, biting, scenting partners, outdoor displays, multiple partners, breeding, more to come...

anti-kinks: scat, vomit, age regression play, diaper play, food play

biography

one minute he was in his den, his harem of omegas full and contently curled up against him as they slept, and the next it felt as if his mind was being split open, as if his limbs were being ripped from his body as he was torn and pulled violently through some kind of magic spell. stuck in a wilderness he did not recognize, without any way of getting back home or reaching his mates, he was stranded; lost in time. finding it faster to traverse the unfamiliar surroundings, he remained in his animal form for months; roaming the mountains and countryside as he searched for his mates and any clues as to what happened to him.

in his roaming, he came across a lone, strangely dressed person. before he could shift they reacted to the fear of seeing a wild cougar sneak up on them and shot him; three times. he expected them to leave him there to die, to bleed out on the mountainside, but to his surprise the stranger he had scared turned out to be a witch. out of guilt the witch took him in and helped heal him with magic and horribly tasting herbal remedies. rowan, in turn, spent a few weeks with them while he recovered; learning about and adapting quickly to this new timeline he had found himself somehow thrust into.

it wasn't long, though, before people came looking for him. apparently being thrown through time without any explanation or reason wasn't as unique a occasion as he'd previously assumed. without questioning any of them, rowan followed to new haven and was quick to find a job for himself and settle into the community. he also jumped at the chance, whenever he could, to help them find other stranded souls like his own in hopes that they would be able to transition a bit more easily than he did at the beginning. he wanted to give them the clarity he lacked for so long.

though he'd been in new haven for five months, or so, this town already felt like home to him. then the barrier cracked. while he might not have known much about what was going on, or magic, he's already dug his heels into the ground and readied himself to make his stand here. he's already been ripped away from his home once, it wasn't going to happen again without a fight.

there was a subtle dusting of blush over his cheeks as he was called out for having ulterior motives. the offer to buy the man a drink was genuine and, well, so was the rest but the young witch wasn't going to admit to that right out of the gates; he didn't want to look like just another desperate omega looking for a knot. "or maybe i was just trying to be neighborly and buy you a drink since i've never seen you around before, and i've been here for a few months now." he countered, his smirk showing that he was arguing playfully rather than having an attitude with the alpha. of course, his blush only darkened at the mention of not being able to sit with the other without leaking through his pants.

clearing his throat, already feeling something stir in his loins, he tried to ignore the rising feelings as he he shook his head and laughed. "i'd say confidence looks good on you but that'd be a waste since i'm pretty sure everything looks good on you and, honestly? you wouldn't get thrown out for making an omega react like that-- i won't, because i have self control," and a sense of humor it seemed, "--but you're definitely going to have some omega's that would leak just because you looked at them. around here that would just make the other alpha's regard you as a superior or something. i don't really get how all that works, it's some kind of glorified pissing contest, but you'll be fine."

laughing softly, still lingering a bit too close to the man and crowding the doorway, the omega made a step back so he could lead them towards the bar only to stop when he realized the man had said it had been almost two centuries since stepping into a bar. another time traveler. "wait, two centuries?" he questioned with genuine curiosity and a loose smile on his lips. "you're a time traveler? did you-- did you just get here? that's insane. you don't need a drink, you need a welcome to the modern world blowie in the bathroom." he teased. so much for not wanting to seem desperate.

there was a hospital, there were books in it. there were... strange machines, with lots of things in them. rubbish, he gathered, but some of it...

journals. details about medical procedures he could only have dreamt of. and he hadn't. that pissed him off. it made him wonder...

after his the sweet unruly omega took him back to town he spent most of his time locked up in there, trying to catch up. asking endless questions but mostly, watching, reading, learning.

unlearning a lot. his brain was on fire, in the best and worst of ways, and he needed to see more of this town, to get to know the place he was stuck in for now apparently.

that's how he found himself in a bar, that's how he found himself approached by an omega first thing. he snorted, could smell his need a mile away, a hint of desperation, all omega in need of an alpha and his knot.

"i'm guessing a drink's not what you're after, sugar." he drawled with a smirk, "but we can start with that." he wouldn't be caught dead letting an omega pay for him before, that was just not right but these times... having the omega throw himself at him? well, he could give him a little rope. "think you can sit down and drink with me for five minutes without leaking through your pants? i don't want to get thrown out of the first bar i walk into in almost two centuries."