Atlas Rowle - 29 - Heart Beta

"Feeding the wolves again? Shouldn't you know better." Stats MB: ESFP-A Preferred Pronouns: He/Him/His Sexuality: Homosexual Medical Conditions: Amnesia Occupation: School Teacher Time in Blackbriar: 1 year, 3 months Little Known Fact: Born Wolf Triplet

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jamie-voss‌:

Atlas growled, low and true, his stiff, girthy manhood grinding absently against Jamie’s abdomen as he continued to roll his hips into the kiss. He felt a sense of completeness to it, another piece falling into place, something beyond random hookups and one night stands, beneath it here there was something real or significant. And in truth it both terrified and excited Atlas more than he’d ever been able to say, so he made up for it by pouring everything he felt back into his motions. The tender touch of his hands, the responsive way his body moved against Jamie, how more than anything he wanted to wrap the entirety of himself around the alpha and let himself come undone.

He gasped when he felt the man’s mouth nip and tease, the way Jamie taunted his nipples made his cock strain harder just below the water’s surface. Atlas groaned, a low growl coming from the back of his throat again as he leaned back and gripped the underside of the dock, wrapping his arms around the pillar and arching his back. He sighed after, slowly feeling his face flush deeper, a coy smile on his mouth as Jamie whispered his sweet nothings. 

He leaned in again, needier this time as his hand gripped hard muscular shoulders while the other snaked between them to wrap around Jamie’s erection. “I want you to take this, and fuck me with it the way you know I like it, the way you want to.” He gave a few tentative strokes, squeezing lightly but firm as he moved his hand under the man’s boxers. 

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jamie-voss‌:

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It was true, Jamie talked too much, but it was a quality that Atlas found distinctly endearing, the rambling, the excitability, it matched or exceeded his own even. It came from a good place, a caring place, and when he smiled it was on instinct, not forced or out of haste, and Atlas smiled that way because they were able to share this moment together - hopefully - free of any interruptions and only victims to a few prying eyes for those few who were maybe willing to squint at the exchanges between the two below the dock. 

It was a familiar pattern, and Atlas enjoyed it that way, not needy or rushed, but appreciative, they had all night, after all. 

Jamie urged him on when Atlas had broken the kiss, and he opened his mouth willingly as the alpha dipped his head to catch the beta’s lips. And if I never want to stop? Atlas thought as his lips parted and welcomed the warm embrace of the other man’s tongue, slowly, he traced the familiar lines of the pink muscle with his own, and moved his lips in measured, languid strides. And slowly, he was melting into the other, his body arched as he felt himself melding against the barrel-chested frame of the alpha wolf. 

His left arm wound around the back of Jamie’s neck as he moved to deepen the kiss, his right hand slid up the alpha’s chest to cup the side of Jamie’s jaw. The kiss was broken again and he couldn’t help but smile as Jamie asked him again if he was comfortable, or okay, or hurt in anyway, as he’d done a hundred times before. Atlas could only smile, because pain was the furthest thing from his mind, well, a little would be alright. But not here or now, this was more... appreciative than it was rushed or needy.

“I think two things can be true.” Atlas breezed, his right hand slipped from the man’s cheek to coil around the back of the man’s neck and absently trace the tight lines of musculature at the nape of his hairline, more than willing to ply Jamie with more of the kisses they were both craving. “I’m alright, Jamie.” Atlas whispered, his breath curving around the shell of the man’s ear before he brought their lips together again and slowly coiled his legs around Jamie’s waist, he used his arms and the pillar for support before he idly slipped his tongue back into the alpha’s mouth.

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@keirankilleen

Atlas had told Keiran that class was cancelled because of the bad weather, that the torrential downpour outside had kept most of the kids from coming. The young beta had said something along the lines of yeah just come by the library around noon, I’ll have my guitar and maybe we can have a jam session. I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the fiddle. Most of that was true, except he’d tried and failed to play the violin ages before, back when chords and finger placements were still a foreign language to him. 

The class was full of bright eyed and attentive students as the door to the makeshift schoolhouse opened and Atlas smiled at Keiran, in a chorus of young voices, he was greeted with a “Welcome Mr. Killeen.”

The beta couldn’t help the grin, Atlas stepped a few feet closer towards the man and turned his head to speak more privately, his voice low, he whispered, “We’re doing a special music lesson today, thought it would do the kids pretty good to see some fiddle work in action.” Atlas conceded before he raised his brows, “You don’t want to disappoint them, right?” 

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orionmarionette‌:

Orion had used to think he understood what people meant by bittersweet, but his situation the past few months had proved him wrong. All that kept him going while he was kept in a cage had been the thought of finding his family again, the two other people that made up his being. He’d known they were alive, call it something ridiculous like triplet sense or something realistic like twisted optimism, but he had known it. And then he had met the Heart Pack and seen his brother and thought for a moment that things would be okay. That would be far too much goodness for him, of course. It seemed like a punishment for who he was and what he had done, to get what he had wanted and to find it hollow and broken.

At times he wondered if he should have been honest with Atlas from the start. But it was easier to watch his brother not know who he was than it was to see Atlas struggle to remember and care and fail. And there were the darker worries as well, the fear of having Atlas look properly at him and ask questions that Orion knew he would answer honestly. Then what? He wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t see him the same. That would be worse than Atlas not knowing him at all.

“Just giving everyone else a chance to show off before I get in and show you all what real swimming looks like,” he called out to the man who looked and behaved like his brother. The first steps into the water were cold and he remembered the three of them running along rocky beaches like little hooligans, pushing and shoving until their mother yelled for them to come back. With slow backstrokes, he pushed himself out closer to Atlas. It was hard to swim with his shirt still on, but there were scars he didn’t want to see or answer for. “How come you aren’t singing? You gonna let one of them take that prize?”

Atlas shook his head real swimming, please. He could swim circles around him no problem. Ten times around and around, way faster than Orion. No doubt. The beta shook the thoughts away, competitiveness on that level was a bit out of character for him, but there was a part of him that just wanted Orion to eat his dust. Weird. Orion was one of those people that seemed to just linger on the outskirts, Atlas had assumed he was shy or something but that didn’t seem to be the case with other people, but there was an invisible something between them. Not everyone liked that Atlas was beta - could that be it? Jamie was the fighter, after all, Atlas was more of an in case of absolute emergencies, break this glass for an axe kind of person. 

“Let them?” He shook his head, “Nah I sang earlier, pretty sure Elijah is going to take it though, I don’t know, I was kind of nervous? Should’‘ve drank more maybe before getting on stage.” Atlas laughed, it did help with the nerves, it was one thing in a classroom full of off-key kids, it was another when there was a crowd, three quarters of which wanted to see him screw up. 

“Besides,” he added, “someone else can probably use the prize more than me.” If he did happen to win, Atlas wondered if he could give it to someone else, like Rose or Ivy. It kind of sickened him that the kids had to go for their weekly check-ups just like everyone else. 

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alessiakcne‌:

‘Okay,’ Rose agreed, satisfied as she smiled up at her teacher. Alessia cherished each moment she got to see her little niece looking the bright, child-like way she used to in the mountains of their home. It had been a long time coming and she rarely shone the same way she did when Beatrice, Grandma Miri and her pack had been there with her. It was a relief that Rose and Ivy had a connection to their happy past that wasn’t just Alessia. There was an ever-haunting doubt that lingered relentlessly in the back of their aunt’s mind that she was not enough, and she would never be enough for them.

But the dark thoughts were shaken away in the presense of two of the people 3 people she loved unconditionally. “He means gross life lessons… like homophobia, racism, sexism and spitting cigarette tar while wearing straw hats as the Confederate flag waves gracefully in the distance over their fume spitting, Earth killing trucks.” Rose frowned, her brows furrowing in confusion. Aless simply grinned and patted her little niece on the head. “So, why don’t you go get your sister from Noah and take her back home, hmm? I gotta talk to your teacher.” It was always fun to call Atlas simply her teacher, as if everyone in the room didn’t know much more more he meant to them.

Rose sighed but she smiled and nodded. ‘Okay. See you tomorrow, Atlas,’ she said, giving him a hug that barely reached over his waist. Before she could race off, however, Aless stopped her with a hand over shoulder. She raised her brows expectantly at her niece. “You got your best weapons?” Rose nodded once firmly, patting the side of her jacket and then tapping the side of her head with her index.  

Alessia smiled, nodded in return and then took her hand off. She watched over her shoulder as her niece rushed off and then turn her sights back on Atlas. “— We need to talk,” she begun, brushing back the wavy strands that blew when she turned her head. “And before you ask, I’m okay. The girls are okay…” She sighed. “I’ve just been having a lot of thoughts of the future over the past 5 months.”

Atlas wasn’t caught off guard by the hug, Rose didn’t dish them out sparingly when it came to him. It was nice, familiar once again, like something he’d done a hundred times before - she must have got that from somewhere. Might as well have been him. He made an exaggerated wide-eyed look as if he was also getting schooled, smiling to Rose as Aless went off on a little diatribe about asshats and small-minded individuals. Maybe a lot of information, but she probably wasn’t wrong, he scratched his head, content as Rose ran off to get her sister - well prepared apparently to face any potential threats. 

It put him on edge a little bit, Atlas wished he was enough to protect them all, but he wasn’t, and the children especially were vulnerable. He wanted them to be kids for as long as possible, but he could remember how it felt to run wild and free. The younger the wolf the sharper the claws. His eyes had glazed over for a moment, lost in some stray thought that came out of the blue. Someone’s words maybe? He couldn’t know. 

“Uh - sure?” This already sounded like trouble, but he smiled, at ease, whatever it was she wouldn’t do anything too risky. Not with the girls here needing her very much alive. At least, he hoped. “I think most people are, seems to be that way around here. Hard to sit still like this, what’s up?”

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Happy Birthday (again), Shane!

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jamie-voss‌:

Oh, he had more than one more in him but Jamie was tickled to get this much and wouldn’t push. At least, not tonight. He just liked seeing Atlas perform - liked the smiles and carefree attitude. It seemed like the weight that burdened him got lifted just for a bit and whatever relief he could find from it, Jamie would encourage. Enthusiastically. Plus, this was fun. The wolves were all super into it and nothing made Jamie’s soul sing more. Get it, sing? Granted, he’d been here for entirely too long and didn’t recognize any part of what was going on around him but he didn’t need to. It was still easy to get swept away into the energy of the song and the wolves and have a great time.

He also cheered, wolf-whistled, and clapped his appreciation until Atlas was back in the water and heading for him. “Awh, such a shame. But I do suppose the spotlight demands to be shared.” he teased before a light touch drew a soft seriousness back into the moment. For a moment, he just let himself bask in Atlas’ attention before offering him a small private smile. “I’ll always lift you up.” He promised quietly. “And I love watching you perform, so it really is no hardship for me.” He winked, but found himself almost wishing the party was closer to wrapping up.

Something about Atlas tonight made him want to crowd him against the wood pier and take it all slow and soft while the water lapped around them and jesus, he had to stop thinking these thoughts right now. Everyone was on the beach and he was supposed to be playing host, not hiding and stealing affection from his beta. But well, maybe a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. “You did do good though. I like hearing you sing. You’d definitely have my vote for karaoke king. What’s next on your highness’ plan for tonight?” There was no real smooth way to be like, hey can we just … hide for a few minutes but well, nobody really expected him to be smooth. “Can I steal you for a bit?” 

Jamie was kind, handsome, a strong leader, and had a lightness to him that put Atlas at ease. Whatever had happened in the past, it was gone and buried back there, he didn’t feel the anxiousness of what if I never remember anything when he was around the alpha and instead became more focused on what the future could potentially look like. So long as Jamie needed him, wanted him by his side, he would stay there, happily, gleefully, even. And that was something Atlas had known from the beginning, that there was safety here, and a real, genuine, authentic sort of acceptance Atlas wasn’t sure he’d found in many other places.

At this point though, he’d caught the familiar look in Jamie’s eye, Atlas had been staring at him in the same manner through at least the second half of his performance, probably a bit when Jamie stripped down and came bounding into the water. But the beta hadn’t wanted to hog the alpha’s attention, not when so many people had been excited to see them initially. But now? Well, the wolves seemed content and had all but forgotten the two of them, now was a good time to steal a few moments together, or, as many as the night demanded. 

“Just spending some time with my alpha,” Atlas breezed, he was smiling, lightly cocking his head a bit to the side, there was no one using the dock now, they just needed to move down and a bit closer to the shore. The beta floated a bit closer to Jamie, his knee moving between the man’s legs just slightly as he leaned in to whisper a few words, his voice low and sultry. “but you should probably know I have an ulterior motive.” Atlas added, his hand moved now to take Jamie’s in his, there were strong, certain, the man carried a lot, so much that even Atlas was impressed. “Come on, I think the dock’s free.” He added, he drew him there right then, hand in hand as he moved aptly through the short distance, stopping only when he arrived and turning to press his lips against Jamie’s, Atlas’ back against one of the wooden supports as he half floated under the dock. 

Slow, certain, decisive. Atlas’ hand cupped Jamie’s cheek again as he leaned up and in towards the man. “Sorry,’ he offered an apology when he brought his lips away, “I’ve been waiting to do that all night.”

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alessiakcne‌:

How had Beatrice done it? Raising Rose and then still deciding that another child was a good idea and that she could handle it? Alessia loved nothing more than her nieces but she never thought she’d have to take care of them on her own and, now that she was, it was the hardest and scariest thing she ever did. And she had set a professor’s office on fire, stolen government lab equipment and watched her pack get gunned down. Time ran much quicker since Aless was thrust into child guardian status and she didn’t know where it went when she suddenly looked at her watch and realized she was late to school once more.

“Shit, sorry guys. Spade stuff was happening,” Aless apologizing, automatically bending down to greet Rose as the child ran towards her. “I mean… schist, the rock.” She sighed and mustered up a small smile before she hugged the red-headed child. 

‘Guess what?! Atlas played the guitar for me, Auntie Lessa! He still plays so amazing. Can you please sing a song with him? Maybe he still remembers how to play that one that you and momma sang with the pack.’ Alessia laughed sheepishly and shook her head. “No can do, kiddo… You know Atlas doesn’t remember everything and I don’t sing.”

‘Yes, you d-’ Alessia cleared her throat to interrupt and looked up at Atlas. There was always a mix of emotions that came with laying eyes on her former Alpha’s son. Guilt, sympathy… but a lot of care as well. She supposed it had to do with it feeling like fate they ended up in Blackbriar together but also because her pack had been family - and so he was her family. And a she-wolf was nothing if she wasn’t fierce and loyal when it came to her family. “Thanks for keeping her entertained, Atlas. Noah’s had Ivy today ‘cause there was a delivery truck this morning and… well, you know. Cas wanted to pass some of the stuff out to the pack and Joe and Marley couldn’t stop fighting for a goddamn jacket. It wasn’t even a nice one. The only good that’ll come from wearing it around here is probably the look on the Diamonds’ faces when they get scandalized by the homeless hillbilly chic.”

‘What’s hillbilly?’ Rose piped up.

Atlas smiled, Aless was right, he didn’t remember a whole lot, but there was something to Rose’s smile, her laugh. It was all very familiar, he wondered what would happen if they did try to sing it. Would his fingers guide the way? That had been the case with some songs, but not all, though, Atlas never really knew until the guitar was physically in his hand how that was going to go. He agreed with Aless, plus, his throat was a little hoarse from all the singing he’d already done. “Sorry Rosie, gee-tar’s already packed up, but I’ve got lots we can sing in class tomorrow?” He offered, some hope that the prospect of future singing would be enough to get them off the hook. 

His attention towards Aless, he listened, really he had no problem with the fact that he’d had to watch Rose for a little extra longer. They were both connected to his past somehow, and those connections made him feel - somehow - whole, like he wasn’t internally broken into a bunch of fragments. Aless had filled him in on pretty much everything he knew about the pack, but it was strange to think about, the packs here seemed male-dominated, apparently Atlas wouldn’t have even been able to be beta outside of the Heart pack. It had sort of started to make sense to him, why he’d been alone when they came for him, part of Atlas didn’t think he was cut out to be much of anything, but he liked kids, and he was good with them, so somehow that had led him here.

“It’s cool, I know how hard you work, well, you and the rest of your pack,” he offered as he fell into an easy step beside her. “Did you guys get anything good?” Atlas’ ears burned at Rose’s question, kids were kind of the cutest, he paused for a moment.

“Someone who lives in the hills and doesn’t have access to enough resources - like clothing and education, so they wear their families’ old clothes and get the same life lessons their parents did.” Was the best he could offer.

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noelosway‌:

Ah, Atlas. He was a Heart, and one who often kept his own on his sleeve for the entire world to see. Noel wasn’t unfamiliar with the type, their own pack had even had a few of the more empathetic members. That style simply wasn’t one Noel could ever employ in their own life. Though it definitely lent itself to their “profession”. Compassion and feeling wasn’t one of Noel’s strong suits, despite the passion they had for their cause.

“It’s fine.” The words said ‘fine’, but the tone was short and curt. Noel didn’t have time for small talk, but it seemed that’s all anyone around here ever wanted to do. Their head tilted to the side, eyes calculating. “I’m particularly unsettled, to be frank.” Why would anyone want to be settled here? Settling was admitting defeat. It was allowing yourself to give up, to lay down and accept your position. Noel refused.

They shrugged, allowing a sly smile to cross their features. “I don’t plan on being here long.” This response was usually met with a snort of laughter. Noel wasn’t an idiot. They knew the chances of getting out of this prison alone were slim. But if they could convince the rest of the packs to reach out and take what was theirs, to fight for the freedom they deserved, then maybe they would all stand a chance. “And it’s not exactly my idea of home.”

Atlas didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but the curtness in their tone was the closest thing to friendly that the other wolf ever came to. Not that Atlas took offence, quite the contrary, he felt sorry for anyone who couldn’t find some peace here. It was prison, torture, there were days when he wanted to scream and lose his mind, but he didn’t. He kept his head down, he did the work he was supposed to do, and somehow that added up to being nearly halfway happy. He smiled at Noel, laughing only lightly, but this time it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“The kids are lucky to have you Noel,” Atlas offered, he didn’t want to stay here, didn’t want families being born into this place and growing up. What would happen when all their tests had run out? Atlas supposed the government wasn’t about to just release the werewolves they’d gone through all the trouble of hunting. No. Their time here had an expiration date, he knew that, but what was out there? Atlas didn’t know. “maybe we should join our classes together sometime, I do some pretty wicked riffs with my acoustic.” 

“Do you know if there are other places out there?” Atlas asked, his voice was a bit lower know, he didn’t know who could be listening, where microphones were places. Someone had once laughed about a guard only to be beaten to a pulp when they’d been well away from anyone’s earshot. Surveillance made them dangerous, that and the apparently fragile egos of the Blackbriar staff. “Like this one, I mean?”

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danikawwolf‌:

Atlas wasn’t a librarian, but he was one of the most helpful werewolves that she had found living in Blackbriar and as he spent a lot of time in the makeshift schoolhouse, which had been and still partly was a library, she hoped he would know where to start looking. She was far too on edge to think clearly enough to navigate her way through a maze of books. “Yes. French” she said quickly, waiting with bated breath for a spark or recognition or some indication that he knew what she was talking about. When he admitted that he knew where to look, she let out a breath and smiled. “Thank you Atlas, I really appreciate it”.

Despite the bizarre nature of her predicament, and the nervousness she felt, on top of feeling completely silly, she huffed a small laugh of amusement at his snails comment as he showed her to the right set of shelves. “Cheesy” she murmured, rolling her eyes in an affectionate manner. “Snails are disgusting, or at least, I imagine they would be” she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “I-I… it’s a very odd situation that I find myself in. I could tell you but you’ll probably laugh, or tell someone, and I would need you to swear never to tell anyone. It’s utterly ridiculous, I am a werewolves for Christs sake, I shouldn’t be so meek” she reeled off, talking more to herself than Atlas by the last sentence. 

“It’s no problem,” he shrugged, really, it wasn’t. Honestly, Atlas liked to help, he liked to be someone people could turn to and while he maybe didn’t know a whole lot about french cuisine, he knew about some other french-inspired things that were probably completely irrelevant to the task at hand. “really I’m just glad I could help.” 

He had to agree, snails were absolutely disgusting and he was silently glad she wasn’t going to try and sneak anything into his food like a mom with green beans or something. He could tell though that something wasn’t right, Atlas knew Danika well enough to tell that she was a bit shaken, and usually, in this place, there was only a few types that could shake down a werewolf. He didn’t make any jokes, he didn’t laugh, Atlas just listened as she divulged that she was in a weird situation. 

“I won’t say anything.” He promised, but not before he stopped looking for the book to take a step towards her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay though, you know, not to be okay. Yeah we’re werewolves, but that means we’re also people - and we weren’t meant to live like this.”

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atlasxrowle‌:

Atlas laughed this time at the nickname, moreso because it was the worst yet of the bunch and Peter seemed to recognize that. The alpha could be genuinely funny when he wasn’t being genuinely condescending, which was… about 99.9% of the time. Atlas smiled easily, it was a trait of his, so he offered Lopez a signature one, “You do that, dude.” Behind him he could hear the murmurs of the others, some people had their own exchanges, others were genuinely in the water just to have a good time - that had been Atlas plan before this amazing detour had occurred so more likely than not, he was going to join them. 

“Same, but it’s cool, I’ve got friends out here,” absently he wondered who Peter would have to meet up with, but it was a party, he just assumed the alpha had made plans. It wasn’t as if Atlas hadn’t done quite the same thing. He thought for a moment before he took a step closer, back into Peter’s space to lean his lips in, he whispered, “I think better of you now, that’s for sure.” Atlas pressed his lips against the alpha, just a quick goodbye, then he backed off again to turn and swim out towards the others. “Don’t be a stranger.” 

Peter wasn’t expecting the goodbye kiss, so much so that he had no real time to process and reciprocate. Instead, he simply blinked, and felt an almost stupid grin break out across his face. “Obviously.” The response was belated, and his head shook a bit as he waded back. “I’m fabulous.” Though he didn’t actually shout it after where Atlas was going, he had no doubt the other wolf heard him. Super hearing, and all that. Another quick dip under the water to wash off some lasting remnants of their little detour and Peter was climbing out of the water and heading back to his pile of clothing, shaking off as much of the water as possible before redressing.

He hadn’t been lying, after all. He had to meet up with his pack, finalize plans, and then let Milo beat the shit out of him. At the very least, for the moment, he was in better spirits. He vaguely wondered, as he slipped his jacket on again, straightened it out, just how long that would last before the inevitable darkness started rolling back in and fogging it up. Though Atlas’ words lingered somewhere in the back of his mind. Don’t be a stranger. If Atlas only knew… but neither here nor there. Maybe, just maybe, especially after everything that had happened tonight, he shouldn’t be. Time would tell. 

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jamie-voss‌:

Atlas was a gem that Jamie still couldn’t believe had the misfortune of landing in their lives. It was terrifying, at first, to see the condition he’d arrived in and know that things must be getting worse beyond these walls. But what could they do about it? The most radical thing he could think of was to band together, create their own families, and live the best damn lives possible because it was the last thing those bigots truly wanted to see. They didn’t want to see happy couples, or best friends, or found families - no, they wanted grave stones so Jamie’d do everything in his power to prolong the inevitable and make the most of what they had for each wolf here. But especially his Hearts who were the most receptive to the offering.

And tonight that meant spoiling them with Atlas’ antics and bonfires, snacks, and booze.

Jamie moved closer to the makeshift “stage” as Atlas got ready, resting his forearms on one of the pieces of wood and letting his feet swing around. “If I don’t make a quip about ‘baring’ you being possible, what do I get?” Jamie asked mock-innocently before falling silent and letting Atlas do his thing. And personally, he felt this was a far better performance than the one he’d missed because this one was all for them. And because the wolves around them were happy to join in, with singing or dancing or howling as Jamie’s heart was doing things he’d thought it’d forgotten how to do.

His cheeks hurt form all the grinning he’d done over the course of the night but there was no holding back his delight as Atlas truly got into it before it too-soon and unfortunately came to an end. He wanted to pout about it being over but he was still filled with such warmth all he could do was grin and reach a hand up to stroke through Atlas’ hair. “You are amazing. It was amazing. I’m about to start an encore chant. Wanna go again?” He lifted an eyebrow, mischievousness on his face, but no pressure. If Atlas would rather swim and chat and put up with Jamie being a clingy drunk, he’d happily take that too.

Atlas sighed, absolutely one to relish in the spotlight when he got it, there was an ease to the performance and for singing for the wolf pack, it was different from when he sang with the kids. There it was all ABCs and I love Disney, which was great, but for all his lost or forgotten memories, lyrics still came to him, same with names when he tripped over someone from his past. There was a girl here, Alessia, she was from his old pack, had at least one niece he knew immediately, but the other was too young. She wasn’t a Heart, but she was still part of his pack - in a disconnected degrees of separation kind of way, she was even family. And his protectiveness extended towards her as well. Part of him wished she was here, but it was fair game to watch Jamie’s enthusiastic reaction to his performance, like some pieces were finally starting to fall back into place. 

“I think I’ve got one more in me,” the beta offered before he shifted from laying on his stomach to sitting on the edge of the dock, his feet dangled in the water up to his knees and Atlas cleared his throat, “and then someone else is singing.” Atlas said ominously as he looked out towards the Heart members, his eyes wide as he pretended to be looking for a victim, an easy smile on his face next. 

His hands moved down again, mostly naked Atlas drummed on either side of his legs against the edge of the dock. A familiar pattern that was a bit faster tempo-wise than Alanis Morisette had been. He didn’t have much of a singing voice, but the beta had a lot of commitment to entertaining, but also to making a fool of himself. It was kind of a full-time job when you worked with kids and that bled into his social life as well.

“There’s a fire, starting in my heart...”

Atlas started the opening line and thrummed against the dock, his voice low and gritty as the others quickly joined in. It was another popular song, but it seemed fitting in the moment as the wolves howled along to “Rolling in the deep,” and “we could’ve had it all.”

He smiled when he finished, not in the least bit ashamed of the hack job he’d just done, the wolves cheering grew in a crescendo and Atlas slipped back into the water to swim closer to Jamie, “Okay, I’m really, done now.” The beta offered, someone else had hopped up onto the dock to sing a drunken rendition of twinkle twinkle, to great and rowdy applause. Some absent piece of his heart felt - sad? - in a way, Atlas supposed that betrayal cut deep, however that looked, he was here now. For better, or for worse.  “Thanks,” Atlas offered, he reached forward and brushed his alpha’s cheek lightly, “for getting me up there.” 

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xxpeterlopez‌:

atlasxrowle‌:

“Right.” Peter offered, clearing his throat a bit. There was a sting as he shifted, and the water lapped against the scratches torn into his back, but it wasn’t an all together unpleasant sensation. Something still clawed at his gut, though. Despite that, he offered a smile at the beta, head shaking a bit. “I suppose I owe you a thanks, Attareno.” He paused, wincing a bit at the nickname before shaking his head more firmly. “I’m gonna workshop that one. But… yeah. Thanks for the life lesson.” 

He considered the question for a moment, but the answer was a resounding no. “It’s fine. We tend to heal pretty fast, and the sting is kind of nice.” He shifted a bit, rolled his shoulders, stretched out the muscles there from where they had tensed. 

There was a pause. Peter technically had somewhere to be. Plans to carry out. But it felt… wrong to just… leave. His throat cleared again, his grin turning a bit sheepish. “Believe it or not, I’m usually a cuddle kind of guy after… But we’re kind of in a lake. And… I kind of have to meet someone. I’m sure you already don’t think much of me, but you won’t think less of me if I raincheck the hazy afterglow bit where we lay under the stars and don’t talk, will you?”

Atlas laughed this time at the nickname, moreso because it was the worst yet of the bunch and Peter seemed to recognize that. The alpha could be genuinely funny when he wasn’t being genuinely condescending, which was... about 99.9% of the time. Atlas smiled easily, it was a trait of his, so he offered Lopez a signature one, “You do that, dude.” Behind him he could hear the murmurs of the others, some people had their own exchanges, others were genuinely in the water just to have a good time - that had been Atlas plan before this amazing detour had occurred so more likely than not, he was going to join them. 

“Same, but it’s cool, I’ve got friends out here,” absently he wondered who Peter would have to meet up with, but it was a party, he just assumed the alpha had made plans. It wasn’t as if Atlas hadn’t done quite the same thing. He thought for a moment before he took a step closer, back into Peter’s space to lean his lips in, he whispered, “I think better of you now, that’s for sure.” Atlas pressed his lips against the alpha, just a quick goodbye, then he backed off again to turn and swim out towards the others. “Don’t be a stranger.” 

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Atlas felt full, his body had the odd spasm as he jerked and shuttered through the aftershock of his orgasm. He felt himself tighten with the pulse of his bodies’ spasms and next, Peter was groaning as the alpha came inside of him, both shuttering as the lean cut wolf leaned over him to catch his breath, head almost nuzzled against his shoulder. Absently, the beta took it in, relished the afterglow as he lightly trailed his fingertips over the deep scratches he’d made in Peter’s back to trail down to trace the light curvature of the other man’s spine. 

All the while, Atlas’ eyes were up towards the sky, the moon, more specifically. Peter moved and Atlas winced, he was floating somewhat on his back when the alpha pulled out and slowly the beta was becoming aware of his various aches and pains. But he’d been going to that fight club with Jamie and Cas every month for about a year and had woken up feeling way worse. 

Besides, it was the good kind of hurt. A sex injury or two that he could brag about, if he was the type to. In a surprising moment of tenderness, Peter’s hand came to cup his cheek and all he could offer the alpha was a smile, the concern was nice, but he was okay, better than okay, actually. “Seriously?” Atlas asked, “Yeah - I’m good,” he chuckled, “might be walking funny tomorrow but I’m pretty fucking great.” A coy hand traced the divet of Peter’s torso. “Glad you decided to live a little with me. I didn’t uh - I didn’t scratch too hard, did I, Peter?” 

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Atlas groaned, louder now as Peter drove into him, a deep almost guttural sound escaped his lips as he felt the alpha wrap his hand between them and grip Atlas’ throbbing, untouched heat. He felt himself straining into the touch as he bucked his hips in rhythmic fashion. His tongue and teeth hungrily devoured Peter’s mouth, biting the man’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood, purely accidental until the alpha’s words egged him on further. 

So, Lopez liked it rough? No surprise there. 

He dug himself into the man’s back, fingers raking across the hard plains of Peter’s shoulder plains, drawing blood just as the alpha begged. Atlas’ climax bubbled from his gut through his chest as he broke the kiss purely for air. He groaned again, a breathy “fuck” escaped his lips as his eyes closed and face scrunched reflexively. He moaned again “I’m going to.” He felt himself go numb, but surge with life all at once as he came in hot spasms of ecstasy, his eyelids fluttered open through thick lashes.

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jamie-voss‌:

Jamie hummed slightly at the question, mind a little fuzzy on the details already, but he swept a hand over towards the beach. “Got caught in an unexpected conversation. Or like…five. Swam a little earlier.” His brow furrowed slightly as he had to admit it had been the most unusual of nights. But little matter, he was home now and content to be surrounded by (mostly) his happy splashing wolves. Atlas was a comforting warmth and scent along his side and Jamie was beyond grateful the other would not only tolerate but encourage his need to touch and be touched. There were times he needed to be grounded and he didn’t realize how close to that point he’d gotten until he felt skin against his own and caught the settling feeling in his body. Ooops.

A briefly apologetic look took over the grin at the question and his eyes rolled at the mention of Elijah winning - that wasn’t even fair - but he perked up again as a thought came to him. “I missed it…but you could sing for us now. We’ll vote. Our prize won’t be quite so enticing but I’ll come up with something worthwhile.” A low happy sound rumbled out as Atlas got closer and his fingers found the back of his head. His beta spoiled him and he had zero complaints about it. Instead, his free arm came up to keep him close before perking up and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “You are brilliant. Yes. Cookies. Lulu can help. Two birds, one stone, and all that. It’ll be great. You are so the brains of this duo and m’so lucky to have you.”

Apparently sentiment was in the air because his beta was pulling back just enough for Jamie to be able to make out his face and saying ridiculous but nice things. Luckily, it was dark and his cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol so nobody could call him out on it but he just grinned and quietly repeated, “Luckiest guy ever.” His pack made leadership easy. “Thank you - thank all of you.” Jamie moved an arm to splash some water at the chuckling wolves in the water before glancing up at the stars and hoping that he was doing right by him too. That he’d be proud too. Shaking the melancholy off before it could take hold, he reluctantly let go of Atlas and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Now, come on. I wanna hear your song. Don’t we wanna hear him sing, wolves?” He goaded, his smile firmly back on as he let himself dip a little deeper into the chilly water and enjoy the buoyancy.

Atlas wanted to protest, wanted to say ‘but I don’t even have my guitar’ but Jamie wasn’t one to take no for an answer when Atlas would have only been playing coy. The alcohol in his system likely fueled not only his courage but the apparent motor that was running on his overly sentimental mouth at present. He was just happy to be alive, happy to be with a pack that got him, there was only a couple things missing, his memories, and the bits and pieces that came to him from what he did remember. Atlas had been a mess when he first arrived, and Jamie - well Jamie - along with Cas, they’d gotten him back on his feet when the wolf was too terrified of what the humans at the medical center might do. 

So, if his alpha wanted to hear him sing? Atlas was only too keen to oblige. 

“Alright, alright,” he grinned before he looked around the water for a floating dock, happy that there was such a wooden construct, he’d have to thank whatever wolf had made it over the years. He swam towards it and climbed up; the water drained from his skin as his boxers clung to him from the fact that they were duly water-logged. There was more than a couple wolf whistles and he just smiled and shook his head at the pack, they were worse than his class.

“Okay, I don’t have my guitar... or any music,” besides the distant thrum of what was coming from the shore, “so bare with me here guys.” 

Atlas knelt down and used thrummed the wooden boards to make something of a beat that he could keep tempo with, immediately kicking off the song with some high energy, pointing towards the group of swimming wolves: I want you to know, that I’m happy for you. 

It was one of his all time favorite songs, and as it happened he knew all the words, Atlas was off-key, but what he lacked in natural singing ability he made up for in his commitment to making a fool out of himself in all the best possible ways before. He finished the song when his hands came off the board for the final: You-you-you Outta Know with a final crescendo immediately by a group howl from the lake bound wolves, many of which had joined in the song after Atlas had gotten it started. Most knew the chorus, but Atlas didn’t know many people who didn’t.

The beta laid on his stomach to peer over the side of the dock, he smiled, a little out of breath, “How was that?” Atlas had made a multitude of mistakes, but he wasn’t one to dwell on the past, or spend a lot of time worrying about what he’d done wrong necessarily. He was just someone that kept going. 

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“Now children, before I let you go for the day, what must we remember?”

A chorus of small voices rang throughout the small room. “We will not be silenced. We will reclaim our heritage. We cannot lose who we are.”

Noel grinned, their heart blossoming with pride. Some of these pups’ parents may disagree with them, but Noel would make sure the younger generation had what it takes to overthrow their captors. They would make sure the children knew their rightful place, that when push came to shove, they wouldn’t find themselves unprepared for the fight at hand. So many of the wolves here were soft, some even creating friendships with their captors, their torturers. It was disgusting.

“You may go, I’ll see you all next week. Enjoy the bonfire!”

The bonfire. A silly thing organized by the softest among them, the Hearts, but even Noel could recognize the need to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention the fact that most community events that shoved all the packs together usually demanded at least one all out brawl. Noel wouldn’t miss it for the world. Maybe if they were lucky, they could convince a few more wolves to reach out and grab what was rightfully theirs and they could all get the hell out of here.

Noel hadn’t been in Blackbriar long, as they were often reminded, but that didn’t mean all hope was lost. It didn’t mean that they had to lie down an accept their fate to die in here, an experiment, a monster.

No, Noel would not go down like that. Even if it was just their own pack that had their back, Noel would find a way out of here and rip out anyone’s throat who stepped in their path.

Daydreams of ripping bloody sinew from faceless guards’ faces flooded Noel’s mind, distracting them from the bodies crossing their path. 

“Excuse me, I guess I should watch where I’m going.” Sarcasm dripped on their words, but Noel had resolved to try to be less confrontational. For one night, at the very least.

Atlas dismissed his own class and decided to check-in on Noel, it wasn’t like he had been here for very much longer than them, but he knew how hard it was to settle in to the world of Blackbriar when you were used to running free. Which was the case, Atlas might not have remembered much of the outside world, but he remembered freedom before he became a lab rat, before everything had turned kind of gray. 

As it happened he ended up colliding almost directly into them and stumbled a couple feet back, an apologetic look on his face which was not met in the same kind. He’d caught the tail end of Noel’s directive towards the class, part of him wondered if he should be treating them the same, but he shook the thoughts away, no, they were kids, not soldiers. What Noel did was their business, not his. And if the children did need that specific lesson, let them be the one to deliver it, he was content with letting his group color outside of the lines. 

“Hey - sorry,” Atlas grinned, “uh I was actually looking for you. How are you settling in?”