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i dont know how to make Knight!Court and Reader happy, but i do know how to make the pain worse!
so imagine this: its before you get captured again, some way some how the tension between you and Court snaps. maybe its an argument, maybe its omething else, but it doesnt matter because Court is kissing you and you are kissing him! and you sleep together! and it brings out a whole new dynamic between the two of you! and you guys are happy and in love! and you dont need to be afraid of it anymore!
and then you get captured and scream and yell for Court! (its terrifying to hear you call out his name like that, when the only other time youve said his name is in the throes of passion!)
and then you learn that your new lover was apart of the raid that destroyed your village!
see! now its much worse!
(as an aside, i find it much more interesting if nobody knows who or even how your husband died? did Court kill him? maybe. but it could have easily been one of the other briggands too! it was a mass of screaming and scared people, and the faces tend to blur together.)
have a nice day!
i......i do see.......it IS so much worse.....oh my god.....
and that is totally fair about no one knowing who killed your husband. i think i like that better too. i do find it interesting though if court actually witnessed it....cause yeah. that also makes it so much worse. the terrible thing that finally broke him wasn't watching some guy get brutally murdered but that guy's wife begging and crying for help.
just interesting idk
but yeah........you and court being at your happiest (waking up the morning after still naked and snuggling and it's the first time you've really seen him smile?? MY HEART) only for it to all crumble down around you is peak
glad you liked my boxer!colt ideas! because adding Ryder also works really well with the a/b/o stuff to!
like ryder cant *stand* that colt is an alpha, while he is a beta, and not to mention that colt now has a pretty little omega friend!
also fully convinced that Ryder would try to mask his beta status and pretened that hes an alpha lol. be it with wierd drugs or sent changers or something, and like nobody buys it but they all kinda humor him.
more a/b/o boxer shit more a/b/o boxer shit MORE A/B/O BOXER SHIT
it is my full-hearted belief that tom ryder, in any a/b/o universe but ESPECIALLY the boxer au, is a beta that is trying to convince everyone around him that he's an alpha. uses fake scents. will step up to literally anyone to try to seem like an alpha. takes hormone injections probably. it ain't good. some people probably believe it. strangers, acquaintances. but if you even get to know him a little bit it's like 'oh.....he's a beta. lol." and tom is SO jealous of real alpha colt man. he hates that guy just because he's an alpha and he's not.
so anyway florist!omega!reader.
i've been imagining that your flower shop is like right down the street from the gym that colt and tom train/fight at. so they both have seen you before and colt has obviously developed a long distance crush on you. and tom notices.....and hates it. so tom has definitely taken you out on a date and it did not go well because you called him out on being a beta and he absolutely flipped his shit.
so tom also hates you. and it gets even worse when you hit him with those garden sheers. so when he sees you with colt? maybe you accompany him to the gym once to watch him train? he wants you both taken out. gone. he can't stand the sight of you - especially together.
so like not only are you being threatened by the mob/gail but......you're also getting threatened by tom personally.
i like to call this genre of fic "i needed to purge this from my brain"
rhinestone cowboy - human!ken x fem!reader
summary: after travelling to the real world to find himself, ken ends up joining the travelling carnival as a rodeo clown/stable boy. he definitely wasn't attracted to the carnival at first because of the horses. no way. and he definitely doesn't decide to stick around because of you...A horse rider/trainer/performer that is quite simply the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. nope. definitely not.
tags: no tags. only vibes. and fluff.
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Ken stood off to the side of the arena, adjusting his costume and ignoring the heckling kids behind him. The handlers would be releasing the bulls any second now, as was part of your routine. Any second, he would have to go back out into the dirt and trampled grass as a sparkling distraction in case a bull got too close. But for now, he got to watch you.
You raced around the arena floor on horseback. Gracefully, you guided your buckskin mare, Peaches, to jump over obstacles, strut backwards, and dance on two legs while you somehow held on to the saddle. Ken held his breath as he watched you take Peaches out to the edge of the floor and bring her up to top speed. This was his least favorite part of your routine. But it was always a crowd favorite. No matter what anyone said, you wouldn't give up the trick. You let the reins go and slowly climbed up onto the saddle. Once your balance was stable, you raised your hands and beamed up at the crowd as Peaches did one lap around the floor.
Ken grabbed the metal hoops that had been leaning against the railing. Then, at the exact right moment, he threw them to you as you flew by. The crowd burst into murmurs and cheers as you began to juggle the rings.
You looked so confident up on that saddle, like you were born to be there. Grinning and laughing as the wind picked up your hair and dirt flew into your face. Skin radiant under the blinking lights of the Ferris wheel and makeshift spotlights of the arena. You looked beautiful.
Off to the side, the metal gate of the arena floor clanged. When Ken looked over, he could see the bull that was supposed to be used in the next act getting anxious. The handlers were trying to calm him down, but it was no use. He bucked against the metal bars holding him in place, against the hands that tried to hold him down. One moment, there was just the usual commotion of handlers yelling at one another and a bull's angry grunt. Next, the gate was wide open, and the anxious bull was sprinting into the arena.
In the middle of your act. With you still standing on the saddle. You flinched when you heard the metal clang against each other and the crowd gasp, then you looked over your shoulder and saw the bull. Stamping its feet into the dirt and looking for something to be mad at. It was that slight off-centering of your balance that threw you from the saddle.
You landed in the dirt with a sickening thud, flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. You gasped for air as you stared up at the stars.
Ken didn't think; he just moved. Shouting your name, he bolted across the arena floor until he was between you and the bull.
"Hey, pal, it's not your act yet! Stop stealing the spotlight!" he called to the bull as he moved this way and that, trying to keep its attention away from you as you struggled to get up.
A few members of the audience laughed. People were still in the stands?
The bull groaned as it stamped the ground, horns lowered in Ken's direction. Then it charged. Full speed. A one-ton bullet. Ken shrieked as he ran away, making a direct line away from you, as the bull went after him instead. He ducked out of the way at the last second, and the crowd oohed at his ability. The bull was distracted for the moment, and in that moment, Ken looked back at you. On your hands and knees, crawling towards the fence slowly.
Oh, God. You were hurt.
Ken ran as fast as he could while the bull wasn't looking and helped you to your feet. You wheezed as he scooped you up by the armpits and then looped one of your arms around his shoulders. Within a few steps, you were at the fence.
"Come on, you gotta go," he told you quietly as he grabbed you by the hips and popped you up onto the fence.
You swung your legs over and landed on the other side roughly. "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me." He gave you a wink and a smile he didn't feel confident in but hoped you did. "I got this."
His next girlish scream as he ran away from the bull said otherwise. But before you could see if he got the bull back into its pen, the medical team was at your side and whisking you away to their tent.
At midnight, the rides were shut down. The last of the patrons were shuffled away from the carnival grounds. The animals were in their stables for the night. Family dinner was done and cleaned up. The carnival was ready to pack up and do it all over again in the next town.
And you were sitting in your trailer, one ice pack on your head and another on your aching ribs. Nothing was broken, thank goodness. You couldn't afford a trip to the hospital. But a concussion and bruised ribs were enough to have your act shut down for the next two weeks. Of course, you grumbled and groaned to Luke, the carnival's showrunner, but he wasn't going to hear a word about it. He wanted his people safe.
Really, you couldn't argue against that. Luke was a good boss. Fair. Thought of his employees like family. It was just that...Without riding and performing, you didn't quite feel like yourself.
As you were about to drift off in your recliner, there was a knock at your trailer door. Probably Luke coming to check on you one last time. You groaned as you got to your feet, but you were slightly taken aback when you opened the door and Ken stood on the other side. Twisting a single wildflower between his forefinger and thumb and focusing anywhere but on your face.
"Hey, Ken," you greeted as you leaned against the doorframe.
"H-Hey," he replied, then cleared his throat. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Oh. Thank you."
He finally looked up into your eyes and for the first time...You realized he was attractive. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't painted like a clown just now. But he wasn't just carnival junky attractive but...Beautiful. Bright blue eyes like ice in winter. Sharp jaw - sharp everything. That platinum blond hair you were pretty sure he got from a box, but the dye job looked too good to be done in a trailer bathroom. He looked up at you now, bathed in light from your open trailer door, with such genuine care in his eyes that it felt like hitting the dirt all over again. The air knocked from your lungs.
Ken had been with the carnival for about a year. You were friends, of course; he worked with the rodeo unit. You were a tight knight group. And Ken fit in so easily. Sure, he was a little odd sometimes - somehow completely unaware how the world worked in some aspects. But he was kind. Giving. A good friend. You always sat together during family dinner and often wound up riding in the same vehicle during travel days.
But this was the first time you thought of him in...This way. A more-than-friends way. And maybe it was because he saved your life earlier. Maybe it was because he was now arguably the cutest guy in the carnival. But you weren't mad about it.
"Are...You doing okay?" he questioned, then shook his head. "But, if you don't wanna tell me, that's fine. I'm cool. I'm super cool. Totally...Didn't pick this flower on the way here. I've just had this."
With a smile, you stepped down from your trailer and shut the door behind you. "It's fine. I'm okay. Concussion - bruised ribs. Nothing I can't handle."
"Okay. Good. Good. Not that those things are good. Those...Bad." Ken shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"Those fine," you chuckled, "Thank you, by the way. For saving me."
"Oh, geez, that was...That was nothing. Just my job."
"Still." In a bold moment, you popped up onto your toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Ken. I appreciate it."
The kiss left him a babbling, blushing, grinning mess after that. Mouth opening and closing like a fish. Eyes wide. Cheeks the color of cherry cotton candy. You giggled as you plucked the wildflower from his grip and brought it up to smell.
"You wanna come inside...Maybe?" you asked as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes.
He was nodding before he finally pushed out, "Yeah. Yeah. That sounds good."
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i like to call this genre of fic "i needed to purge this from my brain"
rhinestone cowboy - human!ken x fem!reader
summary: after travelling to the real world to find himself, ken ends up joining the travelling carnival as a rodeo clown/stable boy. he definitely wasn't attracted to the carnival at first because of the horses. no way. and he definitely doesn't decide to stick around because of you...A horse rider/trainer/performer that is quite simply the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. nope. definitely not.
tags: no tags. only vibes. and fluff.
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Ken stood off to the side of the arena, adjusting his costume and ignoring the heckling kids behind him. The handlers would be releasing the bulls any second now, as was part of your routine. Any second, he would have to go back out into the dirt and trampled grass as a sparkling distraction in case a bull got too close. But for now, he got to watch you.
You raced around the arena floor on horseback. Gracefully, you guided your buckskin mare, Peaches, to jump over obstacles, strut backwards, and dance on two legs while you somehow held on to the saddle. Ken held his breath as he watched you take Peaches out to the edge of the floor and bring her up to top speed. This was his least favorite part of your routine. But it was always a crowd favorite. No matter what anyone said, you wouldn't give up the trick. You let the reins go and slowly climbed up onto the saddle. Once your balance was stable, you raised your hands and beamed up at the crowd as Peaches did one lap around the floor.
Ken grabbed the metal hoops that had been leaning against the railing. Then, at the exact right moment, he threw them to you as you flew by. The crowd burst into murmurs and cheers as you began to juggle the rings.
You looked so confident up on that saddle, like you were born to be there. Grinning and laughing as the wind picked up your hair and dirt flew into your face. Skin radiant under the blinking lights of the Ferris wheel and makeshift spotlights of the arena. You looked beautiful.
Off to the side, the metal gate of the arena floor clanged. When Ken looked over, he could see the bull that was supposed to be used in the next act getting anxious. The handlers were trying to calm him down, but it was no use. He bucked against the metal bars holding him in place, against the hands that tried to hold him down. One moment, there was just the usual commotion of handlers yelling at one another and a bull's angry grunt. Next, the gate was wide open, and the anxious bull was sprinting into the arena.
In the middle of your act. With you still standing on the saddle. You flinched when you heard the metal clang against each other and the crowd gasp, then you looked over your shoulder and saw the bull. Stamping its feet into the dirt and looking for something to be mad at. It was that slight off-centering of your balance that threw you from the saddle.
You landed in the dirt with a sickening thud, flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. You gasped for air as you stared up at the stars.
Ken didn't think; he just moved. Shouting your name, he bolted across the arena floor until he was between you and the bull.
"Hey, pal, it's not your act yet! Stop stealing the spotlight!" he called to the bull as he moved this way and that, trying to keep its attention away from you as you struggled to get up.
A few members of the audience laughed. People were still in the stands?
The bull groaned as it stamped the ground, horns lowered in Ken's direction. Then it charged. Full speed. A one-ton bullet. Ken shrieked as he ran away, making a direct line away from you, as the bull went after him instead. He ducked out of the way at the last second, and the crowd oohed at his ability. The bull was distracted for the moment, and in that moment, Ken looked back at you. On your hands and knees, crawling towards the fence slowly.
Oh, God. You were hurt.
Ken ran as fast as he could while the bull wasn't looking and helped you to your feet. You wheezed as he scooped you up by the armpits and then looped one of your arms around his shoulders. Within a few steps, you were at the fence.
"Come on, you gotta go," he told you quietly as he grabbed you by the hips and popped you up onto the fence.
You swung your legs over and landed on the other side roughly. "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me." He gave you a wink and a smile he didn't feel confident in but hoped you did. "I got this."
His next girlish scream as he ran away from the bull said otherwise. But before you could see if he got the bull back into its pen, the medical team was at your side and whisking you away to their tent.
At midnight, the rides were shut down. The last of the patrons were shuffled away from the carnival grounds. The animals were in their stables for the night. Family dinner was done and cleaned up. The carnival was ready to pack up and do it all over again in the next town.
And you were sitting in your trailer, one ice pack on your head and another on your aching ribs. Nothing was broken, thank goodness. You couldn't afford a trip to the hospital. But a concussion and bruised ribs were enough to have your act shut down for the next two weeks. Of course, you grumbled and groaned to Luke, the carnival's showrunner, but he wasn't going to hear a word about it. He wanted his people safe.
Really, you couldn't argue against that. Luke was a good boss. Fair. Thought of his employees like family. It was just that...Without riding and performing, you didn't quite feel like yourself.
As you were about to drift off in your recliner, there was a knock at your trailer door. Probably Luke coming to check on you one last time. You groaned as you got to your feet, but you were slightly taken aback when you opened the door and Ken stood on the other side. Twisting a single wildflower between his forefinger and thumb and focusing anywhere but on your face.
"Hey, Ken," you greeted as you leaned against the doorframe.
"H-Hey," he replied, then cleared his throat. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Oh. Thank you."
He finally looked up into your eyes and for the first time...You realized he was attractive. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't painted like a clown just now. But he wasn't just carnival junky attractive but...Beautiful. Bright blue eyes like ice in winter. Sharp jaw - sharp everything. That platinum blond hair you were pretty sure he got from a box, but the dye job looked too good to be done in a trailer bathroom. He looked up at you now, bathed in light from your open trailer door, with such genuine care in his eyes that it felt like hitting the dirt all over again. The air knocked from your lungs.
Ken had been with the carnival for about a year. You were friends, of course; he worked with the rodeo unit. You were a tight knight group. And Ken fit in so easily. Sure, he was a little odd sometimes - somehow completely unaware how the world worked in some aspects. But he was kind. Giving. A good friend. You always sat together during family dinner and often wound up riding in the same vehicle during travel days.
But this was the first time you thought of him in...This way. A more-than-friends way. And maybe it was because he saved your life earlier. Maybe it was because he was now arguably the cutest guy in the carnival. But you weren't mad about it.
"Are...You doing okay?" he questioned, then shook his head. "But, if you don't wanna tell me, that's fine. I'm cool. I'm super cool. Totally...Didn't pick this flower on the way here. I've just had this."
With a smile, you stepped down from your trailer and shut the door behind you. "It's fine. I'm okay. Concussion - bruised ribs. Nothing I can't handle."
"Okay. Good. Good. Not that those things are good. Those...Bad." Ken shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"Those fine," you chuckled, "Thank you, by the way. For saving me."
"Oh, geez, that was...That was nothing. Just my job."
"Still." In a bold moment, you popped up onto your toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Ken. I appreciate it."
The kiss left him a babbling, blushing, grinning mess after that. Mouth opening and closing like a fish. Eyes wide. Cheeks the color of cherry cotton candy. You giggled as you plucked the wildflower from his grip and brought it up to smell.
"You wanna come inside...Maybe?" you asked as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes.
He was nodding before he finally pushed out, "Yeah. Yeah. That sounds good."
feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip
i love making friends in fandom, i love playing with our toys together, i love coming up with increasingly niche aus, i love lifting strangers up, i love motivating people to create, i love watching someone get excited over an idea and immediately running with it, i love yelling in tags together, i love seeing someone gain confidence in their writing/art because people were kind to them <33
Rubbing her clit gently while she's asleep so you can get her just wet enough to slowly insert your cock inside her and use her while she probably thinks she's having a wet dream
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Knight!Court is getting real juicy with the reveal of his involvement of the raid on your village!
I have so many thoughts i can hardly articulate them!
I cant imagine how heartbreaking it would be learning that the man you love took part in the burning of your home! Not only that but he could have been the one to kill your husband! Like how do you begin to process that?? And would you even be able to forgive him? Could you move on from that horrible deed and make a new life with this person?
For the reader I really think its a matter of *how* you find out this information. If Court is the one to tell you, i think it might be a bit easier, because hes finally decided to be honest. But if you hear that information in passing while captured, well thats just much worse, because then you have a chance to start spiraling.
It also depends on how long it been since the whole incident! Because tge longer Court waits to tell you the worse its gonna be!
Not to mention the fact that this is probably one of the major reasons why Court has held back from pursuing anything more with you! He ruined your life! Why would you ever want him?!?
God i love angst!
god I love angst too. So much.
so here are my thoughts: court was not the one who killed your husband. But he did help burn down your village and raid it and etc. and idk maybe he saw it happen though. And did nothing.
Im going to say you and court have been traveling together for aboutā¦half a year? Six months ish? A long enough amount of time for the two of you to fall in love, get over a lot of walls with each other and what not, AND for it to be harder and harder for court to tell you about his involvement. Because idk the more time he spends with you the more heā¦ignores that part of his life. The easier it is to pretend it never happened. Part of him is like āhow could she ever love me after what I didā but the other part is like āshe never has to find out and I can live with thatā itās a terrible thought. But he canāt help but have it.
so anyway when court saved you from his own gang he definitely cost them a bunch of money and probably killed a few of them. The gang wants revenge. Theyāve been tracking you for some time. They canāt believe youāre still traveling with him. So they take you.
and while youāre locked up in a cage they tell you all about court.
ādid he tell you? That he was there that night.ā
āwhat? No. No he wouldnāt do that. Thatās not him.ā
ābut it used to be. He stood over my shoulder and watched as I killed your husband. Remember it clear as day. Told me to make it painless.ā
you remember someone saying that that night. And the longer you think the more your realize the voice did sound a lot like courts.
the realization hits you like a ton of bricks and a knife to the chest all at once. And idk something something when court breaks open your cage and tells you to come with him youā¦āI would rather be sold across the tar sea than go anywhere with you!ā
thinking about posting a general geese boys post about a carnival/circus auā¦..court throws knives obviouslyā¦..driver does stunts with coltā¦..lars as the strong manā¦..lots to ponder
Ya know what has never served me wrong? Figuring out where every character goes in an au.
And this time its for boxer!colt
You were having some issues with figuring out hiw his story all got concluded right? My solution: add Gail and Tom Ryder to the equation.
This does take out the stunt double stuff, or at least Ryder being the actor Colt doubles for.
Gail is obviously the manager for both of the boys. Ryder is the golden child. He knows whats going on with the fixed fights and is amazing at making everything look real. Between the two boys, Colt is obviously the better boxer, but Ryder is the better actor.
That fight Colt fucked up? That was against Ryder. And now Ryder wants Colt gone. So Gail pins the murder (that was actually toms fault) of a more important mob goon on Colt. Mob is now after Colt because of said murder AND fucking up a fixed match.
Obviously Colt doesnāt like this, buy when the mib threatens Reader, he has no choice but to become a puppet fir them.
If only he could find the evidence that proves his innocence, toms guilt, the grudge against colt, and how Gail has been shorting the mob their winnings!
ITS FUCKING PERFECT YOU GENIUS
can Ryder PLEASE be the mob goon reader throws garden shears at to save Colt? lol cause number 1 thatās funny. Number 2 gives Gail and Ryder both of a good reason to threaten you. To make Colt comply but also cause Ryder is pissed that he got embarrassed like that. Beaten by a damn FLORIST.
love love love love all of this omg itās so good. Colt and reader start investigating Ryder and Gail both to find all that evidence before the mob no longer finds Colt useful and in fact finds out he āmurderedā one of their own.
Omg please I need to hear more about alpha Lars. Imagine the beginning where heās fighting his urges and feelings for you OMG
you just started working at the hardware store. Gusās new cashier thatās new to town in general. You moved for a fresh start. Away from people. Away from bad things. I like to imagine that omega reader is shy. Not lars levels of anti-social but quiet, reserved, likes to hide from others. So you havenāt made many friends in town. Really itās only Gus. Plus you just like that heās a beta. That heās not gonnaā¦.
so anyway Gus invites you over for dinner one night. So Karin of course begs lars to come over too. Gonna guess Karin doesnāt know youāre an omega. Karin just knows that lars is trying to be better with people after Bianca!
you and lars actually are walking up the drive at the same time. You can tell right away heās an alpha. So you shrink in a little on yourself tbh. Dinner is awkward and stilted, Karin and Gus both are trying to get you and lars to open up. But the more time goes on the more you realize that lars isā¦.different than any other alpha youāve met.
lars on the other hand is basically panicking as soon as he meets you. Youāre so pretty. And smell so good. He knows youāre an omega. Itās obvious as soon as he gets close enough.
and after dinnerā¦ā¦this man basically has to chop up an entire tree to get himself to stop thinking about knotting you. About filling you up in every way he can. Cause boy howdy has lars resisted that urge inside himself for his entire life. Heās always felt some sort of shame about his urges as an alpha. ESPECIALLY during a rut. So lars has never been with an omega. Hell, Iām sure heās avoided them like the plague for a while.
Hi Iāve just spent the better part of making dinner(20-30 minutes) scrolling through your page and I raise you:
Alpha!Ryland and Omega!Reader bonded years before the Hail Mary. The moment heās knocked out and induced youāre able to feel it and you demand to know what happened from Stratt and she just says āI did what I had to, I assured him I wouldnāt let you dropā but theres a funny thing about biology. Somethings you canāt change.
Ryland wakes up feeling the deep urge to go to someone, to make them feel better. And he feels like a piece is out of place, the entire time heās on the Hail Mary, because he canāt. And then he remembers you. And he knows why heās feeling this piece out of place. And itās nothing Rocky can fix. Because biologically itās something only he can fix. And that makes it so much worse.
Stratt didnāt let you drop. Not quickly anyway. And youāre in pre-drop just long enough to see the tape that Ryland left for you on the beetles.
Ryland wakes up one night on Erid in a cold sweat. Hyperventilating, sobbing. Because the piece that was missing, is suddenly gone. And the place where itās supposed to be, is empty. This isnāt a message that traveled a long way, this is a message that traveled instantly. Because thereās something funny about biology. It lets you know when itās time.
glad i can be the source for everyone a/b/o rygos needs š«” it is my duty and my joy
so! Had to look up what an omega drop is cause Iād never heard of that before! Interesting idea!!!! And honestly makes so much sense for ryland if he still goes on the mission. LIVE start telling you that Ryland told her not to let you drop. Which he definitely wouldnāt have. Itās a comfort for you. A way to keep you from dropping instantly.
Wow. This is all so good. Speaks for itself really. The angst is damn juicy. Ryland feeling, from light years away, that youāre gone. That youāve slipped into a state itās hard to come back from. That you CANT come back from without him. That he canāt save you from. Because even if he left Erid even if he made it home alive.
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So Ryland never presented right? Always thought he was a beta. Honestly probably for the best. Cause if this is coltlandgentry too, *someone* needs to he able to think with their brain and not their hormones.
And then he meets you. For some reason a beautiful omega wants him, a normal beta. And it really confuses him for a while ya know. But then the whole mob stuff comes into play. And suddenly Ryland understands so much more. You āpickedā him *because* he was a beta. You were making a choice for yourself for once, and that choice involved defying so many social norms.
(No you dummy, reader wants you cause you adorable and funny! And lots of other things too!)
But then suddenly youāve been kidnapped, and all these new feelings and instincts and bubbling up. And Ry presents as an alpha right before/while beating the shit outta Mark.
And afterwards, Ryland is having this whole crisis. Because now that heās properly presented as an alpha, what if you dont want him anymore?
yes!! Yes yes yes this is exactly what I was thinking!!!! Ryland thinks he is a beta. Doesnāt understand why an omega like you would choose him, someone who can please you but not someone who can give you all you need. And at first, the reason you chose him was because it was the opposite of what your dad wants for you. But then you continue to choose him becauseā¦.god because you might love him.
but then mark kidnaps you. Then your dad gets a note and brings ryland along to get you back. But it is as soon as ryland hears that you are in danger that he starts to present. Itās slow at first, just a burn all over and a bit of sensory overload. But then he sees you tied up, hurt, mark looking so fucking smug. And thatās when he truly, completely presents. Ryland fucking GROWLS at your dad to stay back (cause your dad is also an alpha obviously) and you dad is just shocked enough that ryland can even DO that that he lets it slide. Mark is fucking done for. Ryland beats him to death im pretty sure. Cause thatās a freshly presented alpha right there! Heās full of pheromones and adrenaline and enough rage to level a city. Once mark is still enough for ryland liking he unties you with shaking hands and struggles to do it for a minute, growls in frustration probably because he NEEDS to know if youāre okay.
which of course you arenāt. Mark was a okay with you dying, so youāve got a pretty lethal stab wound in your side. Ryland scoops you out of the chair and into his arms and you are so so confused as to why he smells soā¦different. But youāre starting to go dizzy and blacking out from the blood loss, and ryland is panicking. His emotions his hormones his everything is too strong rn. He just wants to fix it but he also canāt control himself. Heās attempting to stop the bleeding but hurting you more in the process.
eventually, once your dad has back up there, they have to tranq ryland just to get him to stop.
āoh sweetheart, youāre okay, itās in and you were so good for me, so so brave,ā said sickeningly sweetly, while kissing your wet eyelashes and waiting for their knot to finish swelling and locking into place in your plush, warm pussy