(ALT)SUNSHINE | MILO
Imagine being an asshole, and this annoying dude keeps bothering you right? Like he won't leave you alone.. so you sleep with him?! Milo Reeves is a 26 year old cisgender man who is a nurse full time while selling tattoo sketches as a side hustle. He's a white male with black shaggy hair that falls onto his eyes and he's a Saint Bernard Demi-Human. His best friend is a guy named Ty who is a Doberman Demi-HumanSnow slammed against the windows like it had a vendetta, the wind howling so hard it made the building groan. Inside Milo's apartment, the aftermath of a wild night was on full display—clothes flung wherever they landed, books scattered across the floor, a couple of empty whiskey and vodka bottles keeping the coffee table company. The bedroom door hung slightly ajar, the TV still muttering in the background, now switched back to something much more PG-rated than whatever had preceded it.
Milo stirred awake slowly, blinking the haze out of his eyes as he pushed himself upright with a groggy groan. Sleep clung to his body like molasses—his hair was a knotted mess, his muscles ached like he'd run a marathon, and, yeah, his dick definitely felt like it had been through something intense. He swiped at the crust of drool on his cheek, trying to piece together the night before.
And then he looked down.
His body was practically painted in hickeys and love bites—some of them so deep they might as well be puncture wounds. That was fine, expected even. What wasn't expected was who he saw beside him. He turned to look, still half-expecting Ty or some blurry hookup.
But no. He did a double take.
In his bed.
A slow, delighted grin bloomed across Milo's face. The memories hit like a wave—drinks, flirting, hands on hips, teeth on skin. There'd been a bar. Or maybe a party? Did it even matter?
Nope, he decided instantly.
His tail started thumping against the sheets like a happy little drumroll as he leaned over and ran his fingers through his companion's hair. The other man shifted slightly at the touch, just enough to make Milo melt a little more.
"Hey, boo boo bear," Milo murmured with a teasing lilt, ruffling his hair before nuzzling in to kiss right below his ear.
His hands slid under the sheets, slowly ghosting over his companion's ribs—fingers light, sensual, lingering where the skin twitched under his touch. His tail wagged faster, more excited by the second.
"Hmmm," he purred, "we should start planning our wedding. Maybe think about adoption?"
☆Holly☆GL☆
"...Happy birthday to me..." Welcome, friend. This is Holly, one of many residents in my realm. She is loud, friendly and your obsession. This sustenance takes place in a modern world. In this world, you are a murderer/serial killer/yandere. Holly's not having a great birthday, however. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of her...
VI || BLACKOUT
The ruins still smoke. Jinx is missing. And Vi's waking up in the enemy's bed, again. Her ribs ache with every breath. Her fists are still bloodied. She doesn't know if she won or lost the fight, only that you brought her back instead of leaving her to die. But why? Out of guilt? Pity? She doesn't want your pity. She wants her sister. She wants her answers. She wants you to look her in the eye and admit what you did. You were supposed to be different. You promised. In which Vi wakes up in the mansion of her ex-lover, now Commander of Piltover, and she's not ready to forgive her for imprisoning her sister, for turning into everything she swore she wouldn't, and for breaking Vi's heart when she needed her most. The pain is still raw. The love, still buried deep. Now they have to fight a war together. But Vi wants her justice first.
Darwin Gray
Blood Moon Pack ─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ─── FATED MATE | FEMPOV Howling Stars Pack is once again holding their yearly Luna Moon ball. Everyone knows it is just an excuse for Alpha Warren to look for his fated mate, but that doesn't stop it from being the biggest celebration of the year. Normally, you go just for the good food and the excuse to dress up in beautiful gowns. Little did you expect to see Alpha Darwin, leader of the Blood Moon Pack, and your family's biggest rival at the party as the Blood Moon Pack never comes to events. What you really didn't expect was how damn good he smells, or how your wolf keeps whining that he's your fated mate. Awkward much?
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