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you would think, given his age, that having the night off would have meant wild partying or crawling into bed with some nameless alpha for the night and regretting it all in the morning. he wished that was what it meant for him but more recently his nights off turned into aimlessly flipping through spell books in his home, looking through his vinyl's to find something to listen to without ever bothering to actually choose one, and falling asleep alone. he was definitely making the most of his twenties. in his defense, he did try flirting with people, he was practically throwing himself at everyone he talked to; it was a bit sad-- but like every other knot-starved omega he was hung up on a friend of his. calling danilo a friend was a delusional stretch. the alpha had entertained him, what, twice now? of course, in the young witches mind, that meant they were basically best friends but in reality he was just a pussy for the alpha to breed and toss aside when he was done.

in an attempt to distract himself, and rather than wallowing around his apartment, he decided to head to one of the bars and drink for a bit. of course, as luck would have it, he managed to stumble into the bar at the climax of danilo's outburst. as other's stood around muttering under their breaths about the alpha's brazen display of disdain and mistreatment towards an omega, and his arrogant and disrespectful way of speaking in general, iain was watching with flushed cheeks; attracted to the raw display of strength, masculinity, and command. remember, he is delusional. as the crowd started to disperse, and the omega scurried away with it's tail between it's legs, the young witch took a second to fix his hair before making his approach.

"yeah, right? talk about pathetic." he forced a quick, short laugh as he saddled up to the alpha's table and playfully nudged against his shoulder, as if they were friends, before squeezing into the seat next to him. "he's lucky you even gave 'em the time of day, you've got to stop wasting your time with losers like that d." he was really unaware of the irony in everything he was saying in that moment as he tried to impress the other. "i take it you just got back from another excursion? is it too late to offer to buy you a drink as a welcome back?"

Upon his return to New Haven following a search excursion Danilo had a process to unwind that was not to be disrupted under any circumstances: liquor, pussy, then alone time with Beast in his trailer. Each step was crucial, even more so given the messy disaster he returned to, but that first drink was sacred. Not even hell could match the fury that’d be unleashed on anyone who got in his way because this ritual started outside of the town. Once his missions were done, Danilo always took the time to hunt as a way to work out the more primal urges. The predation his job required caused flare-ups of his base nature. The taste of blood was fresh on his tongue and the feeling of prey between his jaws kept his claws in extension by the time he got to his usual dive in New Haven.

It was the same upon this return as it had been or all the others, so no one should’ve felt bad for the ignorant bitch on the receiving end of his foul mood that night. He had the whiny omega’s head pinned to the bar, fangs elongated from his snarl and claws threatening to break flesh. It certainly was a bad look for an Alpha to have his hands on an omega like that, but the lack of white knights jumping to intervene proved that most understood Danilo’s violence knew no bounds. “I don’t give a fuck about your cub. Raise him strong and maybe I’ll care shift for brains. Until then, fuck off before I decide to treat Beast with your tongue.” The second part of Danilo’s ritual is what gets him in trouble, resulting in more cubs around New Haven than he can be bothered to care for. He’ll never understand why some omegas think taking his knot and bearing his children makes them special, but the one he’s growling at desperately needed to be reminded of his place in Danilo's life. The child in question too. With a roar, Danilo tosses his ex cum receptacle away, sitting down once more to enjoy his drink, claws still out and eyes glowing bright crimson. “I swear, some of these townies are so fucking stupid. Don’t offer me a damn thing and still what the moon and the stars. Little bitch was lucky I’m such a reasonable guy,” he tosses out.

"i mean, yeah, if you don't have any other options i can get having to settle for crazy but don't bullshit me," the young witch teasingly argued as he shook his head at danilo in disbelief. "we both know you always have better options; you shouldn't be settling for crazy. next time just call me or something. even if i'm working, i'll let you come into the station and just play something prerecorded for a bit so you can avoid that..." it was, honestly, disappointing to see how quick iain was to talk down about another omega; especially one that was clearly being mistreated. karma had a funny way of remembering things like that.

there was the slightest blush on his cheeks, thankfully hidden so far in the dimness of the bar's lighting as the other used his foot to pull the boy's chair even closer. "well in that case, consider the rest of the night on me then." sure, he would have preferred having someone buy him drinks all night but any self respect was already thrown out of the window as he seemed to stumble over himself in his need to impress danilo and win the alpha's favor; all because he enjoyed the attention and his cock.

"what?" he guffawed, loudly, as the blush on his cheeks quickly darkened and became noticeable. of course he was different. he still had his dignity. it's not like he was, for lack of a better word, dickmatized to the point that he had no common sense left. oh. wait. "you know i would never do that to you." and he was only able to say that because, so far, he hadn't been accidentally knocked up. he really needed to stop giving karma ammo. "you know i'm not some clingy, whiny omega falling over myself, desperate for your attention. we're friends..."

Like any blood moon, Danilo lived for the hunt. There was a thrill that came with pursuing an omega and making them squeal. Still, that didn't mean he lived solely for the thrill. His job was hard, his life was hard, and given that New Haven was essentially a prison for an Alpha who never practiced restraint outside of city limits, sometimes easy was exactly what he needed to carry him through until he was sent out on assignment again.

That's why he enjoyed Iain. A little ego boost, a place to warm his cock, a naive little toy to knock around ... Iain was all of these for Danilo with the added bonus of his honey-sweet scent. Fae were nice when he had a taste for it, but what kept him a cut above in the Alpha's eyes was that should Danilo tell him to 'fuck off', the omega would. "I know I'm not supposed to stick my dick in crazy, but some nights crazy is all that's available. An Alpha has needs."

Danilo chuckled as he waved the bartender down to bring him another beer. "You can buy me all the drinks you want, sweetness. Like I said, an Alpha has needs. Pretty omegas to service us is high on that list," he says, using his foot to pull Iain's chair as close to his own as possible. "But when you knock them up, some of them get too clingy. I know raising my child is a gift and all, but damn. It's like my cock strips you all of dignity and common sense." He finishes his remaining beer, feeling smug that Iain is picking up the next. "But you're different, right?"

there was a pang in his chest at being called fertile, his mind wandered into a dangerous territory of thoughts, but he was able to keep his emotions at bay and put on a smile for now; ignoring his own wandering guilt to focus on the more seemingly innocent topic at hand. "yes, i am aware of who you are professor." he answered honestly, with a soft smile as he turned to fully face the other.

"i'm always happy to help," another truth from the fairy, though he furrowed his brows and wrinkled his nose a bit with a scrunch as he cocked his head to the side, "but i'm curious. what all would be needed from me for this study? i assume you need more from me than simply being able to smell how-- how, uhm-- how fertile i am? what does the application entail?"

It was common for Bronston's department to conduct studies both on and off campus. He was good at getting participation for appropriate sample sizes as a result, but that's not what today was about. Bronston was simply abusing his position as a university professor to commit a little fraudulent advertising. Just another Tuesday. "Excuse me Sir, but I couldn't help but notice that you're smelling exceptionally fertile today," he lies. Bronston had no way of knowing how virile someone else was from smell alone, but the scent he managed to pull as the man walked by was appealing nonetheless. "I'm a sociology professor at the university and I think you'd be an excellent addition to our latest study. Do you think I could interest you in submitting your participation? We think that the results could have incredible impacts on mating practices," he says, still lying, but this time he also licks his lips, not really hiding how thirsty he was.

"that's what i've been trying to tell you. you shouldn't have to deal with crazies, or trying to find someone to take care of you, when you've got me." he certainly wasn't going to beat the allegation that he was easy with a reply like that but it was clear iain was well past the point of trying to save what little was left of his reputation. he was a goner and it was all because of danilo. "of course i do all that for you, you're my friend d. i like taking care of my friends, but if you think i deserve something for doing all that for you i won't argue." he tried to tease, to keep the banter going, but his mind was already wandering; making it hard for him to focus, and likely easy for the alpha to smell how distracted he was.

for someone that tried so hard to separate himself from the other omegas, to make it sound like he had more self control than they did and to make it seem as if he could still think around danilo rather than being mesmerized by the idea of being knotted by him, the witch's eyes darkened at the mention of looking beautiful all fucked out and full of danilo's knot. the comment alone was enough to have him tremble.

gods, and then he melted. he might be the alpha's best friend? he was so lost in his own delusions that he actually believed it. danilo was playing him perfectly; had him eating out of the palm of his hands.

"i don't know why people can't handle you full on, that's kind of pathetic on their part, but you know i can." he mumbled under his breath as he looked up at the alpha. gasping, softly, as he was pulled into the other's lap he let his hips press down on him, settling into place, as he nestled his face into the alpha's warm hand.

there was definitely no way for him to hide it now, given how close they were. iain was already starting to produce slick.

"as far as i'm concerned you're the only alpha worth spending the night with too," he mumbled, his voice almost sounding like a whimper, as he shifted slightly in the other's lap. "maybe we should leave, head back to my place or yours, and take a raincheck on the drinks?" iain questioned softly, whispering to danilo, as his eyes darkened to match the deep, heavy blush on his cheeks as he tossed the alpha's own words back at him. "unless you want to take me over this table and show everyone how beautiful i look fucked out and full of your cock."

Danilo was hardly "sweet". None of his behaviors could ever be attributed to that word. However, because he was a hunter he enjoyed playing with his food a bit. That put him into flirty moods at times, even with easy lays like Iain. Convenience was great but Danilo liked to have fun, even if that fun came at an omega's expense. Especially if that fun came at an omega's expense.

"Yeah, maybe you're my better option huh? I could spend more time with you to spare myself some stress. I like how easy you are," Danilo purrs, daring to slide his hand up the inside of Iain's thigh. "I mean, you treat me well. Buying my drinks, making me smile, you deserve something in return for being so great, but whatever could that be..."

Danilo had a few ideas, but he was the type to get an omega to use their tongue to his satisfaction. He liked Iain as much as he could like any omega, and tonight he decided to give his good friend some attention. It was cute how he tried to act ambivalent, but Danilo's nose didn't lie. He could always smell Iain's sweetness surging at each of his advances. "I don't know, you'd look beautiful all fucked out and stuffed with my knot. I don't think you've ever gotten on my nerves so I might enjoy connecting with you. Not a lot of people can deal with me full-on, so you may be my best friend." Danilo grins and takes charge, pulling Iain into his lap and nestling the omega's face in his palm. "I can't imagine a better omega to spend my night with than you."

he had never considered himself to be prudish but the way bronston was speaking so plainly, and so openly, about such an intimate subject had the fairy blushing quite a bit as he listened; especially as the man leaned in to take another sniff at him. "i-- am honestly unsure of what to say to that." he answered slow, his voice and words almost hesitant. "thank you," cj added on as he considered everything the professor had just said about him should be taken as a compliment.

"since you think the study would be incomplete without me, what times are you available for me to come in for the... application. i am assume we would need to head to your office, or whatever facility you are using for this study?" the fairy questioned. "surely you aren't running this study out here on the street..."

Bronston was aware that breeding with vampires, at least for him, was completely out of the question. He may have had a rainbow smattering of the various species in New Haven when he gathered his many adult children for family dinners, but no vampires among their ranks. Still, even though he'd never carry a cute little fang baby in his womb, Bronston knew they tasted as good as anyone.

"Oh yes, sniffing you out was just the first step. I trust my nose, and it's telling me that the study would be incomplete without you included in the sample pool," he says, leaning in closer as if to confirm his findings. He really just wanted to take another deep whiff. Younger men were delectable to a silver fox like him. "Yep. You meet all the criteria. Young, virile, slick as sweet as any fairy's with cum to match I'm sure. All I would need else for your application are a few samples. I'd collect them myself, of course."

he could understand english, for the most part, but it took more of his concentration to really make sense of what people were saying to him. he had a grasp for the language and, honestly, if he tried he could easily get a handle for it but unfortunately even if it would make his life here easier he was just too stubborn. he didn't want to give up his tongue, his language; he didn't want to give up his home; he didn't want to accept that this was his world now.

looking up at the other next to him, still running their mouth, a heavy sigh escaped him as he forced himself to actually pay attention so he could figure out what they were rambling about. why were the attractive ones always so mouthy.

freezing in place as the other began to sing, the tension began to release in his posture as he relaxed and listened. the other's voice washed over him in a warm, comforting wave as he used the power of his voice to bridge the gap of understanding between them. raen was well aware of what their voices were capable of, it had just been so long since he had heard another sing; let alone sing to him. "ᛗᚨᚤᛒᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᛞᛟ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᚨ ᛗᛟᚢᛏᚺᚠᚢᛚ ᚨᚠᛏᛖᚱ ᚨᛚᛚ*" he teased, a loose smirk forming on his lips, as he reclined back into his seat and looked at the other next to him. "s-so you-- you are not looking for-- for-- cock then," he mumbled, grimacing through it all as if the pronunciation of each word caused him physical discomfort. "shame. you--" he grunted, "beautiful."

Adnan was too self-conscious to have faith in his performances. It wasn't about talent, he knew he had that. Being an artist was about ability. If his voice didn't transport listeners to a world of his creation, then the performance was a failure.

That was all he wanted, to see if his stage time was worth the time of the crowd. Adnan didn't think there was anything wrong with asking the merman next to him while he waited for his order.

"I'm ... sorry?" From his shocked and hurt expression, one would think that Adnan could actually understand him. He didn't, he merely responded to the aggression, whimpering slightly as his entire frame trembled against the bar. "I didn't know you spoke ... well, that we don't speak the same language. You probably don't understand me ... I can't understand you. Uh..." Adnan's instincts always helped him know when he was at risk. They didn't need to speak the same language for the omega to sense that his presence was entirely unwelcome to others. Luckily, he spoke the universal language of music and, in an attempt to express himself in a way that may diffuse the situation, Adnan released a melody from his twisting gut. There were no lyrics, only runs up and down the scale. It was a song that swirled and flowed like the ocean waves, an impromptu composition exclusively for the stranger.

-🐻- Tension's were already high with the barrier allegedly cracking, weakening the protection that gave New Haven it's infamy as a safe haven for supernatural creatures. Being new to town, Jeremy should have kept to himself and slowly worked at weaving himself into the community so he could learn everyone's personalities and get a feel for the assumed social hierarchy.

He was trying to mind his own business, really he was, but unfortunately for the werebear his beer was spilled as some arrogant alpha drunk on their machismo slammed a fellow omega against the bar. Snarling and growling at them like a beast untamed, angrily humiliating them for thinking bearing his cubs entitled them to any kind of support or care. Honestly, even if the altercation hadn't cost him his beer he would have still said something.

Sniffling, his nose wrinkling as he pushed his lips out with his tongue, the sturdier omega sauntered over to the table where the loud alpha had made himself comfortable. "I reckon you're one of those big-dicked-dumb-as-shit types. I'll wager you're smart enough to know what an apology is and that you owe that omega one. You might catch him if you leave now, I'll watch your drink for ya."

Upon his return to New Haven following a search excursion Danilo had a process to unwind that was not to be disrupted under any circumstances: liquor, pussy, then alone time with Beast in his trailer. Each step was crucial, even more so given the messy disaster he returned to, but that first drink was sacred. Not even hell could match the fury that’d be unleashed on anyone who got in his way because this ritual started outside of the town. Once his missions were done, Danilo always took the time to hunt as a way to work out the more primal urges. The predation his job required caused flare-ups of his base nature. The taste of blood was fresh on his tongue and the feeling of prey between his jaws kept his claws in extension by the time he got to his usual dive in New Haven.

It was the same upon this return as it had been or all the others, so no one should’ve felt bad for the ignorant bitch on the receiving end of his foul mood that night. He had the whiny omega’s head pinned to the bar, fangs elongated from his snarl and claws threatening to break flesh. It certainly was a bad look for an Alpha to have his hands on an omega like that, but the lack of white knights jumping to intervene proved that most understood Danilo’s violence knew no bounds. “I don’t give a fuck about your cub. Raise him strong and maybe I’ll care shift for brains. Until then, fuck off before I decide to treat Beast with your tongue.” The second part of Danilo’s ritual is what gets him in trouble, resulting in more cubs around New Haven than he can be bothered to care for. He’ll never understand why some omegas think taking his knot and bearing his children makes them special, but the one he’s growling at desperately needed to be reminded of his place in Danilo's life. The child in question too. With a roar, Danilo tosses his ex cum receptacle away, sitting down once more to enjoy his drink, claws still out and eyes glowing bright crimson. “I swear, some of these townies are so fucking stupid. Don’t offer me a damn thing and still what the moon and the stars. Little bitch was lucky I’m such a reasonable guy,” he tosses out.

-🐻- He had an apartment that he really didn't have to pay for, New Haven provided it for him, but even as fortunate as he was to have a roof over his head and not have to worry about much of anything the big bear was still capable of complaining. Only because the space was baren and lacked any life in it whatsoever.

He planned to start a garden of his own, something to keep him distracted and calm during down time, but Jeremy was a bit impatient. He already had two carts filled with plants at his side after barely spending twenty minutes at Plant Parenthood and he was planning to add even more; he was going to make his apartment feel as lush as he could, like a small forest-- or at least his bedroom.

This strange, alluring flower he'd never seen before would certainly add to the space. As he went to inspect the petals, to lean in and smell the flower, a quiet warning growl vibrated in his chest and on his breath as, instead, he felt a hand grip at his wrist. Turning slowly, he narrowed his eyes as his attention settled on the man talking to him as if he were a child. What the hell was this flower. "If you're that worried, why isn't there a warnin' on the shelf." Jeremy countered as he began to slowly relax. "What, exactly, does it do to us omegas? The least you could do is explain a bit better. Promise I won't get spooked, seein' as I've got you still holdin' my hand 'n' all."

There was always something to be done at Plant Parenthood. It didn't help that Ryuunosuke was involved in almost everything that went down in his shop. His plate was ten times fuller than his employees yet he still found time to micromanage. It was exhausting to be on his toes at all times, but Ryuu took plant care seriously. Any slackers would receive a quick reprimand.

In fact, he had a bone to pick about an employee's customer service he intended to bring up immediately, but as he set heavy bags of soil down, Ryuunosuke noticed a customer reaching for something dangerous: one of the marked-up, ethereally dark flowers. He moved quick, not bothering with decency as he invaded their space and gripped their wrist.

"Careful, beautiful as they may be some flowers are dangerous." It wasn't poisonous or anything, but those blackened flowers were the byproduct of one of the Asano's rituals meaning his essence was one with the flowers' aroma. "They are fine to purchase, but not without proper warning. I don't want anyone blindsided, especially because omegas are incredibly susceptible to their influence."

-🦈- He had heard songs of mourning like this before. weres, and even other merfolk, bellowing out and baring their souls to the moon, to their gods, all in vain hope that they wouldn't just be heard; but that their prayers would be answered. When he was younger, hearing someone cry to the moon like this brought a smile to his face. He was, often, the reason for their mourning. He killed their lover, their parent, their child. He wore their pain like a badge of honor and now? Now he envied them. No one would mourn him, like this, when he was gone-- and he had no one to mourn.

Kraden wasn't even planning to interrupt the bellowing. Even after it had fallen silent, the night refusing to answer, he stumbled out into the clearing and stopped a few paces away from the man he assumed had just held his heart up to the heavens.

"You shouldn't apologize immediately like that, it shows weakness." His voice was low and cold as he clenched his sharpened teeth together. Something was stirring within him, something he couldn't explain. His chest felt tight and it was all his fault; his singings fault. "No." Kraden answered with a scoff. "There is no reasonable excuse for being so loud.; and that certainly didn't sound like a song for your cubs. I could feel it-- I can feel it. You're mourning," he accused with a soft nod of his head that almost mirrored understanding. "Mourning isn't reasonable."

Perhaps he was still shaken from the attacks on the barriers which was why he thought he saw Fharzai’s face in town earlier that day. He didn't of course. The stranger wasn't even a fellow werebear, but the rapid spike in hope followed by the even faster plummet into despair really made the remainder of Burcu’s day melancholic. He went through the paces so as to not clue anyone to how he was feeling, but upon nightfall, there was no more holding back. The glow of the moon called out to him and the bear answered, settling on the outskirts of New Haven to sing a requiem in its glow. With his head tilted towards the sky, Burcu’s entire frame trembles from the forcefulness with which he howls. His bawling melodies stretch out into the night as if he believed that volume was the only thing preventing his cubs from hearing. He knew this wasn’t the case but sang anyway, a mournful tune to express his loss and loneliness. Once he finished, he remained to stare silently, waiting for the echoes of his howls to bounce off the moon and return some answer, but all that follows is silence and the unmistakable sound of an observer’s heartbeat. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to disturb you...” Burcu apologized without turning around. He curls up his massive form into a tight ball where he sat, still entranced by the moonlight. “In my day, we would harmonize with nature whenever the night was beautiful. For hours and hours. Now, it always feels like an imposition. Sorry.” Light reflects from his eyes because they brim with tears, but he’s not incredibly trusting and refuses to allow himself to cry in front of another. “If I claimed I was singing to my cubs, would the sound level be acceptable then?”