[lionguarded]

silas. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • memes. • tracker. • silas/dante

Is that PEDRO PASCAL? No, that’s SILAS RIVERA. The 45 year old WERELION OMEGA MALE is a GUARD POLICE OFFICER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PROTECTIVE & STRONG-WILLED, but beware, they’re also known to be SHORT-TEMPERED & CALLOUS. Their friends also say that they’re into PRAISE & HAIR PULLING but don’t you dare try SCAT & GORE with them.

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Silas Rivera

Nickname(s): Si, Cariño, Grumpy, Princess

Age: 45

Species: Werelion

Moon Phase: Fire Oak Moon

Secondary Gender: Omega

Occupation (former): Guard in the Blazepelt Pack

Occupation: Police Officer

Pack (born): Marin (dame), unknown royalty (sire)

Pack(former): Sindra (owner), Trenton (sired his cubs except Sam), Taj (oldest cub, 26), Remy (2nd oldest cub, 25), Balis (third cub, 24), Zander (fourth cub, 22) + Vander (fifth cub, 22), Sam (sixth cub, 2)

Mate: Dante Di Cesare (future mate)

Likes: nature, peace, quiet, a good fight, training, spending time with his pups

Dislikes: traditions, alpha arrogance

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'11

Weight: 167 pounds

Build: lean, but muscular

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Lion Appearance: He is on the smaller side with relatively big paws.

Tattoos, scars: His owner branded him with his insignia. It’s located at the back of his head, under his fluffy mob of hair. He has scars across his body, a few here and there, from training, from abuse, from fights he picked, but none are really impressive. Mental scarring though? Yeah.

SEX

Kinks: Service Tops(like be one for him), Praise, Clothed quickies, Biting, Rimming (receiving), Scenting, Spanking, Pits, Be nice to him and play with his hair pls and thx

Anti-Kinks: Scat, Gore, Vore, Bondage, Restrictions

Note: He’s vers and complicated lol. Due to past experiences and general suspicion towards others (Alphas more than anything), he can go from wanting a soft Alpha to love him to rough, casual quickies with whomever comes by, usually Omegas tho, cause ew Alphas. Though at the end of the day, he wants to be claimed, taken and bred by an Alpha like a good little Omega, only he’s too stubborn/afraid to admit it.

Before Willowshire (tw miscarriages, tw domestic abuse, tw rape, mpreg (duh), abo dynamics)

Silas was born in the Royal City, his dame a royal servant and his sire the King’s brother (so they said, but in truth - the King himself had granted himself a little midnight soiree). A bastard son with blue blood running through his veins was.. in fact, just a bastard son. His dame was blamed for the incident despite her being the victim in the affair, so he was shunned already as a cub, but he never understood why. As a young boy, he was trained in the art of sword fighting and melee combat, should he ever fight in the name of the Crown. The training was hard, strict and would shape Silas in more ways than one. As he grew older, he began to understand the reason he was avoided by most of the people around him and it hardened his heart, but strict training every day kept the young man distracted and in line. He was determined to join the royal guard, if only to die in the name of the Crown and give his life meaning.

When he (unexpectedly) presented as an Omega on his 18th birthday, everything changed. Barely a day later, still in heat, in his most vulnerable state, he was gifted to a very close friend of the King - some Lord he owed a favor. Lord Sindra was in need of a mate for reproduction purposes and Silas was perfect for that. The “problem” that previously was the King’s bastard son would finally be out of the way and they had found a use for him, too.

Silas was not asked, or consulted - nor did he have a choice in the matter. The young man always thought he’d join the guard, get the chance to prove himself and earn the respect he felt he was owed. Or die trying, but Mother Nature took that dream from him.

Instead, he was branded with his owner's mark and escorted to his new home, never to be seen again. Silas was fit, healthy - had a very defined, strong body, he promised healthy cubs, but what nobody knew at the time was that his mate, Sindra, was incapable of siring cubs himself. The Omega before Silas found out the hard way and was discarded after a few years of no success. Now, with such a healthy, blue-blooded mate it had to work, right? It wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

Before Silas could find out about that himself, though, someone else pushed himself into his life. His first heat fell on a terrible date for the Lord. He was hosting a party at his house. Silas was escorted to his new home during the party on a late evening. A handful of the finest noblemen were gathered at the Lord’s house. Silas didn’t get to attend as his Lord had been too busy to tend to him, so he was bound to his bed (he had his own room, Sindra didn’t wish to share his own bedchambers with the Omega), gagged so he wouldn’t disturb the festivities and would be dealt with after.

Only… someone else with a very refined sense of smell picked up on his need and paid him a visit in his room. He didn’t know the Alpha, didn’t know if his mate agreed, but Silas was “blessed” for the first time of his life that night. Taken against his will, he was left on his bed for his Lord to find him. Sindra was not pleased - it was Silas’ fault, of course. So his Lord finished what the Alpha had started and let the case rest.

When Silas became pregnant with his first cub afterwards, it was not the news he wanted to hear. His Lord, though - was pleased. While he didn’t like anybody else touching what was his, he knew his secret would be safe once more. The humiliation he would be objected to, if his secret came out.. unthinkable. The cub was born healthy and strong, so his Lord made a decision. A deal was struck involving Silas’ body - his life, but he wasn’t asked. Trenton Coliar, as he later found out, would be invited for tea every time Silas’ cycle struck from then on to ensure more offspring  - and of course his Lord would always claim what was his again when the nobleman was done. Silas knew it was an ego thing, it didn’t matter. The entire ordeal was mentally scarring enough, he didn’t really want to dwell on the why’s.

He bore his so-called mate five healthy cubs over 5 years, but love had no room in their home. He was beaten, humiliated, degraded and raped repeatedly, but every time he tried to run, the guards brought him right back and fighting them had brought him broken ribs, cheekbones and days in the cellar, so he gave up eventually. As did his pseudo-mate after two stillborn cubs and a handful of miscarriages, all of which had been caused by violence during pregnancy, or other outside influences. His first miscarriage would be the most scarring, for sure. 

Before Silas gave life to his twins, he lost their older siblings a few weeks into pregnancy. Sindra had been growing more and more irritated with every cub he bore - the reason? Silas didn’t know. Sindra wanted offspring, he got it. Again, he was quite sure it was an ego thing. Trenton seemed fine with it, but Silas’ heart broke with the loss. Blame was put on him, as per usual. Sindra had explained to Trenton that it was an unfortunate happenstance. Then he had his twins. Sindra had been traveling more than usual, which ensured their safety until birth. When they presented Bear at around six months of age, Silas knew he was in trouble. Sindra - a tiger and Silas - a lion would never create a bear, so those two would tarnish Sindra’s reputation whichever they turned this. 

Frustration grew within the Alpha once again, his anger best let out on his property. Silas.  With no quick, discreet back-up plan, his Lord put the blame back on his Omega, naturally. When Silas turned out to be carrying again, Sindra snapped. He couldn’t sire a single cub, yet Trenton managed to leave a cub in Silas every single time he came around. Anger was, once again, bestowed upon Silas. He lost the next cub, earlier than before, too. Trenton was called over again almost too soon, maybe Sindra had been panicked, maybe he hadn’t thought about it properly, because Silas was still struggling with the loss and healing from the beating that caused the loss in the first place, but there he was again. 

The Omega had never not been on his hands and knees when Trenton came to hold up his end of the deal, but this time something seemed off. Trenton had caught up, had realized Silas shouldn’t be in heat again - couldn’t possibly be, unless.. Whether Silas had given his consent to the deal or not, he loved his cubs from the bottom of his heart and losing one - even before birth, cut deep. A pain that wasn’t easy to hide. Trenton sniffed it out, found his face black and blue, his stomach and torso a painting of purple. Silas would not be bred that night. Instead Sindra would be finding himself getting a glimpse of what Silas’ life had been ever since he presented. Sindra was taken against his will by a ravenous Bear, humiliated and broken …and Silas was allowed to watch. He was his master, his owner, but when Trenton was done, Silas couldn’t have cared less about Sindra’s injuries. 

Sindra, though - once he had recovered, called the deal off. Silas wouldn’t see Trenton again for a long time. And they were back to before Trenton. Sindra would breed him, but nothing came of it, so eventually Silas was deemed infertile, useless, but as the Lord had laid claim upon him officially, Silas was meant to remain in his home to raise his cubs. But that didn’t stop Sindra from exercising cruelty on the trapped Omega, again and again and again.

When his heat struck and Sindra wasn’t in the Royal City, Silas would be bedded by the guards that kept him locked in his golden cage. Possible offspring that came from those couplings were taken care of the same way Trenton’s deceased cubs had been. A good beating and all would be well. When Sindra was in town, he’d fulfill his duty as Alpha.

A little over twenty years had passed since Silas first set foot into this house. His cubs old enough to live their own lives, Silas found an opening - a chance to get away. That was, until he found out he was expecting, again, but he knew it couldn’t possibly be his owner’s. It had to be one of the guards. Sindra hadn’t been home in over a week and wouldn’t be for a few weeks longer. The child was safe. Fleeing while he was pregnant would be risky, so he waited. Patience, he was familiar with it. So he had to wait. Again. And then he had to wait for yet another opening. 

When Sam turned two years old, his eldest cub (all five miraculously had turned out to be Alphas) came through with a plan, a once in a lifetime opportunity to smuggle Silas out of the Royal City with the help of a knight - the knight who trained them. Orion. They trusted him and had convinced the man to help. His cubs had to stand by and watch all their lives, but now they were old enough to help. That one Friday night, he picked up his two year-old cub and his oldest son smuggled him out of the royal city, the guards attended a royal festival in the city, the gate was passed with the help of the knight, so his second oldest brought him to the edge of Willowshire without any trouble, but didn’t dare setting foot in it. They had a good life in the Royal City, they had no reason to leave and Silas never expected them to.

In Willowshire

Silas had grown hard over the years, his heart locked away for protection. He was angry, he was full of rage that he bottled up for most of his life. He’d signed up to be a guard, knowing he’d do anything to protect his cub (and therefore the village) and given that he was trained with the spear, bow and in close combat, he was a good pick for the job, everybody agreed on that.

He never really agreed with the conservative view of Alphas and Omegas in pack Blazepelt, but accepted the pack as it was. All he cared about was keeping his cub safe.

Months passed and Silas had slowly grown more comfortable in his new home. That was when an Alpha he never thought worth his time slowly, but surely, became a vital part of his life. Something he never thought possible, something he never expected, but after a few very long, very frustrating and nerve-wrecking months, Silas found something in that Alpha he thought he could only feel for his cubs.

Maybe life wasn't meant to be pain?

In New Haven

Silas didn't land in New Haven during the time collapse, he spawned halfway across the country, confused and alone - with no idea what happened and no way to even find out where he was, or if his .. family, his loved ones were okay. Had they jumped with him? He'd seen them.. right? After wandering for a week, aimlessly - with fear in his heart, he was found by one of the search parties and escorted to New Haven.

To find his youngest in custody of ... of him.. Silas couldn't have been more relieved.

Life in New Haven was .. different, he was two weeks behind in adjusting, but with his family by his side, had had more than enough reason to try. His work as a guard and his skills prior to the time shift qualify him to work for the law enforcement in New Haven, so that’s what he’s going to do.

Moon Phase

    Silas was born, truly, under the moon of may - the moon of fire. the moon shaping strong, independent characters, who know what they want - who know what they’re worth. A kind soul, so full of potential, the fire in his eyes burnt oh so bright, but it wasn’t meant to last. The day he was born again was also the day his fate was sealed.

His new home - his supposed forever home, was not a home. The tyrant that owned it, was the first to notice that brightness in the young lion and he would also be the one to extinguish it. It wasn’t an easy feat, taming fire never was. It didn’t happen overnight, but as time passed and Silas’ hope dwindled, so did the fire. Beating after beating, heat after heat, cruelty after cruelty bestowed upon him, until there was nothing left but the cold, dead shell of a soul that once burned bright.

These days, Silas knows he’s oak. It’s not even a question, nor is there any doubt Silas has ever been anything else. Born to endure, born to be steadfast and durable - born to survive what only few others could even fathom. The softness in his heart he feels when he sees his pups only confirms it, he’s all they have - he’s their protector, he’s the only thing standing between them and the fate he suffered. Only he knows that the best he can do for them is to endure. It’s nothing special, there’s no fanfare - no glamour in survival, but nevertheless, his moon has kept him alive.

[lionguarded]

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate. (FIRST RIDE FIRST RIDE FIRST RIDE Ahem... It's cool. I'm cool.)

@ofwings-andclaws (*screams* first fucking ride !!!!!)

silas knew dante was working on a project at the shop. he'd ...been late to a handful of dinners, had missed a few semi-dates (it wasn't that, they didn't date) & drove silas mad. dante wouldn't know, because silas didn't carry his heart on his tongue, so the alpha would be in the dark about the omega's level of annoyance. for the time being. it was fine, though. they lived together because it was easier, they lived together, because dante would come find him regardless of where silas lived & because the alpha ...bonded with silas' youngest over the weeks they spent apart. he wasn't mad that they did, quite .. the opposite.

living together did indeed make their life easier & silas ... was on board with it. for the most part. he also didn't want to put up a fight right after getting to new haven. he thought ...he could check it out, see how it went, but ... with how dante ... with.. what happened after. the determination in dante, silas just knew that - yeah, okay. he would stay. only to make it easier for them. but dante was testing his patience, as per usual & yet, silas prevailed. he stayed, he played along, he allowed him to .. to ... yeah. mhm. fuck dante, though.

first month on the new job was ..good. he had a lot to learn, but it was ..enjoyable. not quite as much as guard duty had been, but .. it was okay & that wasn't just because dante ...made a habit of picking him up every single day. he didn't expect it, because ... why the fuck would he? but he was there at the end of silas' every shift. on time. no matter how much he upset the cops on the parking lot with his presence (silas knew the image dante ..gave off, it was a farce, he was harmless), dante was there.

silas thought he hid his surprise quite well (he didn't), but didn't deny dante the honor of taking him home. it felt a little silly, because they just ..walked home together. sometimes they picked up food, sometimes they only picked up sam on the way home. home. their own home. it was ..so strange even after a few weeks, but silas was grateful they'd been given this chance at life. a new life. kind of. so grateful to be away, out of the royal city's grasp, even if it meant he would most likely never see his kids again. it was fine, they'd be fine. they were alphas, they were knights - they would be fine without him.

he would be getting a car at some point, once he was better at driving. most cops in town had - or shared one, so he would one day no longer be an exception. he was looking forward to it, although he knew that it wouldn't change a whole lot. they didn't go out that often after all. when he left work today, he didn't expect to find a small crowd gathered by the entrance, so silas had waited for a bit to let it disperse. but it didn't. not wanting to let dante wait too long outside, he'd been running a little late already due some paperwork he had to finish before the weekend.

what he didn't expect though.... when he made his way through the little crowd was to find his ... well, the alpha .. on a motorbike, waiting for him. leather jacket, that cheeky little grin he wore best. ugh, he hated his guts. the worst was the wink he shot silas' way when their eyes met. fuck him. his colleagues were here, his partner & even some of those who worked on the other side of the building. what the fuck had he done while he waited for silas? with a soft grunt, the omega lion made his way down the steps & over to .... his ... uh, the alpha.

"....why?"

"you don't like it, kitten? it purrs. like you."

how was silas supposed to fight this? how was he supposed to have a normal conversation with a man who ... with someone who just ... who did this? it was impossible. it was. shaking his head a little, silas gave the machine a long, hard look. if not for the handsome alpha sitting astride it... he wouldn't really have given it much thought, but alas...

"c'mon, let's go home."

the sigh leaving silas' lips was ..impressive, but he did climb atop the motorcycle behind dante, swinging a leg across easily & fastened his bag against his side. when the motorcycle roared to life, silas would've liked to claim he reacted with resolve & dignity, but ... it would most likely be best to never speak about it again. he really didn't feel safe - not at all, but dante reached back, he grabbed one of his hands first & gently, but determinedly pulled it around his waist, carefully placing silas' hand against his hip. fingers entwined for a moment, a gentle squeeze followed & then dante did the exact same with silas' other hand, so that they were wrapped around the alpha's waist - silas' face squished against the alpha's back - as was his whole body, honestly.

"see, not too bad now, is it?"

"just.... get us home in one piece, okay?"

"relax, we're fine."

& it was. they made it home just fine, but not without dante deciding to give them a little tour through new haven ...on the bike, as dante called it lovingly. after a little while, silas ..might be able to admit that... okay... okay, it wasn't quite... as terrible as he thought at first & his hands which dante had placed on two very strategic positions on his waist, had curled against the alpha smoothly. silas was ... well & truly tucked against the alpha for the entire ride, letting both dante's & the bike's purr ... unleash his own, which - naturally, he'd deny once they got off it. wasn't his fault the damn bike escalated during the drive.

yep.

yet when they parked in front of the house that ...was theirs, he ... didn't really... want to let go. dante's scent was all around him, the softness of his purr was incredibly calming.

"wanna head inside, cariño?"

"......five minutes."

[lionguarded]

❛ i need to get you out of my system. ❜ (Patrick. Idk. Don't ask. Prbs drunk? Maybe not. idk really)

@ofwings-andclaws (you know why, smexy stuff also below, beware)

silas thought it was over. he thought that after last time he'd never see patrick again & for quite some time he didn't. he .. wasn't feeling as ... good about it as he hoped - knowing that he made the right decision & yet, it felt wrong. not because he loved patrick & wanted to be with him instead of dante, because ... no. he didn't. he.. wished he did, truly, he wished he could give himself to the alpha & they'd live happily ever after. mother nature knew he'd deserve it.

but that just .. wasn't the truth. it wasn't what silas' heart desired - or his body, although he couldn't deny his... intimacy with patrick had been amazing. he wasn't the one silas dreamt of, he wasn't the one whose face silas woke to every morning - or scent. no. patrick was.. a memory. he was a what if, only that silas had lost the ability to choose long before they were brought to new haven in the first place.

& so he accepted that. silas didn't push patrick away because it made him feel good. no, quite the opposite, but it was the right thing to do. he'd never be the one for him. couldn't be. it wouldn't be fair to lie. patrick.. would understand that one day, he hoped.

it seemed like it was too early for that still, because patrick was definitely drunk & they were definitely more or less the only people left at the station at this time of night & he knew that patrick... knew his shifts - knew when he was in or when he wasn't. so, when he saw him, his tie undone, hair disheveled & red, dark circles around his eyes... he knew patrick came for him.

"jus' me.. here." he shouldn't have said that. inebriated shark would most likely think he had to read between the lines. but silas didn't mean it like that - he didn't mean to make it seem like he.. was available. he wasn't. it happened once, but he couldn't... it wouldn't happen again. if dante knew... no, no. he couldn't go there now.

but patrick just ... he just looked at him, his step.. unsteady at best - he could see him shift from one foot to the other as if he was thinking, debating... wondering what to do. then he strutted closer & silas wished he wasn't such a fuckin' overachiever, because then he wouldn't be alone in the goddamn archive with pretty much nobody within screaming distance in the middle of the fuckin' night. not that he was afraid of patrick, no. gentle soul, he couldn't possibly hurt him.

pain wasn't silas' biggest concern. glancing left & right, he .. didn't exactly see a lot of options. he could listen to him... right? silas.. owed him that. or something. folders & files set aside, his uniform definitely not made to be worn inside, silas leaned back against a desk as he waited, but patrick had no words for him. he kept strolling closer & closer until their noses almost touched - he'd leaned down, of course while silas had glanced up to meet his eyes.

a big hand reached around to grab at his jaw, but not... violently. thumb brushed across his cheek like he was trying to soothe him. but it wasn't about soothing. it was about fuckin' patrick trying to ... trying to.... do... something & silas... couldn't stop but melt into the touch. always so gentle.

silas would soon realize he'd made a big mistake, but when he did.. it was already too late, because patrick had a death grip on his face in seconds, had smashed their lips together, had pushed a leg between silas' & ground his knee against the omega's crotch. soft moan in response, because - whether he'd planned this or not, he wasn't unaffected. at all. chemistry between them had never been a problem - they had plenty. when their lips part, silas was breathing hard, but not hearly as hard as patrick, but he raised his arms to shove between them - hoping distance would calm them patrick.

"patrick... stop, wait." where was his brain right now? this.. wasn't like him. but patrick didn't listen, he tugged & tugged until silas' shirt gave in, buttons practically flying & there he went, latching onto his neck, teeth sinking into his skin. no, no, no. he shouldn't... once had been bad enough. patrick... didn't seem to think the same or he wouldn't be spreading love bites across silas' neck, shoulder & tugged on his shirt further to open the lion's chest for attention as well. he.... was leaving marks. deliberately? probably. fuck.

the alpha wasn't rough... per se. not in a scary way - not rougher than dante was, okay maybe a little, but silas was still not afraid. just... not in a good spot. clearly, patrick agreed because he pulled him off the desk, held him close against his chest for a moment while he ...sniffed him, taking in the omega's scent & something.. more than that, because silas had no fuckin' self control when it came to patrick.

he.. wasn't sure how he got there, but silas found himself bend over the same desk he'd sat on prior, with his belt somewhere ..not on his hips & his pants around his ankles with a hungry shark spreading even more bites across his skin, all across his fuckin' ass - how the ever-lovin' fuck was he supposed to explain those to dante? his fuckin' alpha-to-be.

"i need to get you out of my system."

the words .. didn't mean the same to patrick than they did silas - clearly, because this was the exact fuckin' opposite of what they should be doing to fix him. but patrick said his piece & before silas could even protest he felt warm breath against his ... against... where ... patrick really shouldn't be. fingers curled around the edge of the desk, his thighs twitched as silas tried to hold back a moan & failed miserably.

another followed & more joined soon, because ... well, because. patrick was good at this & silas .. didn't hate him, so when the alpha slid a finger inside him alongside his tongue & that finger expertly explored until it found that sweet, sweet spot of sin within him, he... was done for. he tried to hold on, tried to pull himself together & kick his ass, but... fingers trembled against the sturdy wooden surface instead & his breaths came in soft little pants mixed with strained gasps & that... only fueled the shark in his endeavors, moving quicker, more thoroughly, adding another finger.. switching between kisses to the omega's heated skin to bites.

it was... he couldn't.. "please alpha... please."

silas tensing around him when he came seemed... to do the trick, because he'd pulled them out faster than the fuckin' police & silas could swear he felt the atmosphere shift between them. he was drunk, it was fine. after letting himself take a moment to calm down, the omega pushed himself off the desk to pull his pants up, his shirt was tugged until it at least somewhat covered his chest again & he held his belt in one hand, the other came to rest upon patrick's chest when he was ready to spin around & look at him.

"we can't. patrick. you... you don't this ain't gonna make you happy." being the fifth wheel in a relationship that allowed now wheels. it .. couldn't be. catching the alpha in a little hug, silas shook his head against him a little. "find...someone who can be yours. it ain't gonna be me." it.... it never will be me. it ..can't. won't. i'm... he's... you 'n i can't be.. i’m sorry.”

[lionguarded]

❛ i know i shouldn’t be here but … i just needed to see you. ❜ (Patrick)

@ofwings-andclaws

silas knew that this had been wrong from the start. he knew that he never should've indulged - not even emotionally. he'd ... needed a positive influence, had needed someone to distract him from the pain dante didn't understand - or chose not to. silas just needed someone to blow the doubts away, because even after all this time silas still wondered if he didn't deserve everything that happened to him. he knew that - logically, that was stupid, because he'd barely been born when the great mother spat on his grave already, but some days he couldn't help wonder.

she seemed to only take lately. silas... had accepted his fate, had given himself to the alpha she so vehemently threw in his path, had let himself be molded & formed to appease, had - if unwillingly opened his heart when he swore he had none prior, had ... even accepted that he would again gift a child to this world, only for her to take it from him. why? what had been the meaning of this? was she trying to tell him he wasn't supposed to? but dante ... wanted it, didn't he? when he found out, silas could see his eyes glimmer. he'd .. not dared looking at them since, because he knew what he'd find there & he knew it was his fault.

even if dante didn't admit it, or said it, or ...spoke of it .. at all. no, their his loss was not a topic at home. not since silas had recovered & no longer needed watchful eyes on him. but silence was not a privilege silas' brain granted him when he needed it the most. or ever.

& then she put patrick in his path. to laugh at him, to spite him, to punish him. sweet, loving - wonderful patrick. the alpha (nobody was perfect, alright?) silas always deep down thought he deserved even if that nagging little voice in the back of his head - planted there by sindra himself, didn't agree. he came to him, to silas. he came & he was just .. easy, simple - appreciative. not that dante wasn't, but he wasn't easy & he definitely wasn't simple.

silas tried to keep it casual, he tried not to fall for those gentle blue eyes & the softest smile he'd ever seen besides sammy's. he tried not to feel himself drawn to the shark, because he knew that he had no heart to give away. his heart was owned already, he couldn't give it away a second time & he knew dante's stance on sharing. not that silas ever considered ...sharing.. himself. he'd been shared enough for many, many lifetimes, had to endure sindra smelling of others while taking him. he was done being a plaything. he was more. he deserved more. he knew patrick... would give him that.

but patrick wasn't ... & silas hated everything about this, because he wanted to want him. he did want him in a way, but ... he didn't. not really. he wanted dante to... to be more like him, which wasn't the same & not fair on patrick. patrick deserved better than him. he deserved the damn world & silas was sure that the omega he ended up snatching off the market would be the happiest the world had ever seen. if not, then they'd be stupid.

& now here he was. chasing him. like silas was worth fighting for. not because he owned him - like sindra, no. but because he wanted him. out of all the omegas, patrick felt like silas was worth his sweat & effort. just like that. silas hadn't even done anything. sure, they'd had sex, but patrick had been on him even before that. like he knew something silas didn't. it.. was confusing, especially because he thought he ... messed it up by running away the next morning. not that it should matter, silas didn't plan to make... anything work between them. a friend, if anything, but he had the feeling it was too late for that. just... looking at him made him smile, it was a reflex he couldn't suppress. patrick just.. made him feel warm & light, like he was floating. comfortable.

"....i'm.. sorry i ran." yes, silas could apologize - for the right reasons. sometimes. even if it was difficult. patrick didn't deserve to be left the way silas left him. "but... we can't. i... i'm..." you're too good for me. i'm not free. you're too late. so many options. silas couldn't look at him, guilt a heavy crown he wore on his head. "i shouldn't have .. let you. it wasn't ... i'm not ..free." patrick should know. he deserved to know, because silas could string him along, sure - but what for? where would it lead them? he'd just break his heart, because silas knew that ... perfect or not, brat or not, dumbass or not... no matter how much it hurt sometimes...

his alpha wasn't patrick, nor would he ever be.

[joeldidnothingwrong]

bad dreams?

[lionguarded]

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during. (Dilas in Missionary and Silas probably would much like to die right now.)

@ofwings-andclaws

the great mother really hated him, didn't she? he should be used to it was this point, surely, but he found himself surprised by just how much she hated his guts every time he found himself in a position like this. quite literally tonight. dante.. had this weird fascination with ...watching him.... when they... when... when they were ...intimate. that first night they spent together was still very clear in his memories, but he'd been somewhat successful at avoiding it happening again. at least until today.

dante had been out on travels again, leaving silas ....alone for weeks at a time & after he got a taste & decided that pride was for the weak, he... suffered when dante wasn't there & that wasn't solemnly because suddenly his life felt a lot more lonely. nope, not at all. he didn't miss his persistence, his talent to coincidentally be where silas was at all fuckin' times. no. definitely wasn't that.

he didn't miss dante surprising him when he didn't pay attention, wrapping a pair of arms around him & whispering sin into his ear in that low purr his voice occasionally delved into. no. couldn't possibly that, because dante .. was a pest & yet silas couldn't ...be without him anymore. he .. was like ale. you hated yourself when you got drunk, but when you didn't, life fuckin' sucked. dante was ale. just... stronger & better. ugh.

usually he'd spend as much time at the tavern as possible, ensuring he was there - coincidentally, when dante returned from his trip & hopefully he wouldn't smell the desperation on him. at least not until they were undressed. but ... he'd taken a leap of faith, in a way & stayed home during the evenings. maybe... he thought of you, too, while away. oh, shut up. what the fuck is wrong with you? what if he did, though? it wasn't just silas who ... kept coming back for more.

it was fuckin' dante.

he started it. he found silas in the most impossible moments & riled him up against his fuckin' will only to leave him hanging with a promise between them. dante was the one who kept searching his company - at the tavern, at the river, during his shifts. it was fuckin' dante. it wasn't silas' fault that he got used to the dumbass' presence in his life after months of whatever they were doing.

& much to his honest surprise ... there was that knock in the middle of the night. did they just get back? sammy was asleep & only very few things would wake her now, so he made his way over to the door to open it. glancing up, he was met with teeth & the smirk they belonged to, which... earned the alpha a small roll of his eyes. dumbass. & yet, silas stepped aside to let him in, pushing the door closed behind them, but he didn't get much further than that, because dearest alpha kitten had no time to waste.

one hand cupped his face, fingers stretched against his jaw, the other had snaked its way onto his hip & both together walked him backwards into the door while dante covered his lips with his own. dante's kisses were never tame. ever. this one wasn't either. his head thumped against the door as they kissed & dante ground their hips together, making the omega moan against his lips, which in return reminded him....

hands against the alpha's chest, gently pushing him away just a little. "wait." quick peck to his lips, ducking out underneath him & hoping to hide the dark red tint to his cheeks. he came. he should be annoyed dante thought he could just barge in here in the middle of the night, but ..... he ...wasn't upset. silas rushed off, quite sure dante would follow, so he didn't say anything else as he slid into his bedroom to pick up sam who had fallen asleep a few hours ago. she stirred ever so slightly, but he hummed her back to sleep just as he walked past dante to lay her down in the bed in the other room.

when he came back into his bedroom, he found dante there - good. but, as per usual, he quickly packed up sam's things from the bed & stuffed them into the chest at the bottom of the bed. silas knew how this would go. he did. he .. glanced over at him from where he stood & pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it by his side, followed by his trousers before he climbed on the bed ... letting golden shine in his direction. "....welcome back."

what felt like ... fuckin' hours later, dante had him on his back, his legs loosely slung around the alpha's hips, arms alternating between a loose hug & hands fisting the pillow - depending on, well - dante's intensity. after dante had assaulted him with his tongue for who even knew how long & then aimed to drive him insane with teasing, he would very much like to nap now. thank you. but dante wasn't done yet & so silas clung to his life as hard as he could for the journey to pound town - as dante had once lovingly called it.

silas liked to cross his arms over his eyes when it all became too much, or he'd simply bury his face against the pillow, but dante ... tended to think differently. when he had silas on his back, he did so for a reason after all. so a firm hand wrapped around his neck, making it so their eyes met - crimson bleeding into golden upon impact. "look at your alpha, princess." soft hum, if a little breathless. a little. fuck him - honestly. silas hated his guts so fuckin' much. so so much.

don't fuckin' look.

"let me see your eyes when you can't hold back anymore. you're allowed to cum, you know that. after the first, unless i claim otherwise, you have permission." silas would very much like to punch that smirk off his face. how could he even smirk while he was fucking his brains out? "now be a good princess, cum for your alpha."

eyes still locked with said alpha's - not that he had a lot of options. closing his eyes was ... a mistake he wouldn't make twice. the whimper forcing its way out of his throat when yet another orgasm washed over him was ... miserable, but that wasn't his fuckin' fault. he ...could only handle so much. his limit had been two orgasms ago. but they had catching up to do, dante said. body tensing all over, the tremors rocking his body didn't help the strain on his muscles - or his soul as he reached out to grab at the other's arms in desperation.

"can't... can't... anymore."

gentle kiss to one cheek, then the other. "shhhh. clearly you can. i'll show you."

dante di cesare was a monster.

[pedropascalsx]

[lionguarded]

∆ OUTSIDE ∆  -  sender kisses the back of receiver’s hand/their knuckles

@ofwings-andclaws

dante di cesare had to be the stupidest fuckin' alpha on this planet. he never knew when to shut his stupid-ass mouth & by the time he did, it was too late. although silas had yet to witness that, because even when dante had an angry mob chasing him, he still talked big & it was silas who had to make a decision.

watch him get his ass handed to him over some stupid comment he made towards a taken omega - or their alpha .... or step in.

one would thing silas knew the right decision when it came to that question after having been in the same position several times before, but ... no. clearly, he was as stupid as dante. maybe even more stupid, because despite all that he .. was here.

& no matter dante's sins, silas stepped in to save his useless fuckin' ass time & time again. he... didn't mind an excuse to get knuckle-deep into someone's flesh. he didn't mind an excuse to spill some blood. he didn't mind throwing punches for his damsel in distress, especially because afterwards he could throw dante the smuggest grin of all times.

this time would be no exception, other than half the fuckin' tavern stepping in to get their grubby hands on his alpha. what. when silas was done, he was practically panting with exhaustion, one of his brows had a fine line of blood dripping down the omega's temple, his nose & cheek would surely swell up in the morning, he spat blood from the same hit to his nose - it also had hit him in the teeth, although there'd been no damage there - other than the impact itself.

his hands surely had seen better days, all bruised & bloody as he dragged himself outside the bar, the alpha in question following him, but not without dropping another smart remark at the mess silas left behind in the tavern. but when they were outside & he'd watched silas stomp towards his cabin for a little while, the alpha reached out to grab him by the wrist to hold him back.

& when silas spun around with a hiss on his lips, dante pushed & pulled at his hands until he had one lifted to observe it. little clicks of his tongue - like he was tutting him for getting himself in trouble when it was dante's fault - as per usual. he didn't even know why he got into a fight he couldn't win this time, but silas wasn't sure he wanted to know. did he try for a hookup & picked a mated one?

while silas dwelled on whether he wanted to dwell on the why or not, dante had raised his hand to his lips & pressed a gentle kiss to the backside of his hand, right on the bruised knuckles, but it was ever-so-gentle silas didn't even have to hiss in pain.

"mnnnn."

"i know a way or two to make you forget about the pain." smirked a very smug alpha who was fuckin' lucky silas was no doubt the stupidest fuckin' omega on this planet.

[lionguarded]

“Be still” (Patrick)

@ofwings-andclaws; send “be still” for my muse’s reaction to yours trailing a hand up their thigh and shirt.

silas hadn't been out without dante in ..a long time. never...? he wasn't the going out to drink type, not anymore. back in willowshire, he'd use to spend his evenings at the tavern to glower at everybody having more fun than him, or he'd spend his time there with the other guards before picking little sam up from daycare. but ever since they came to new haven... he really hadn't been. there also had been no appeal, because ... well, silas had no reason to glower at the world anymore & he spent so much time with colleagues at work that the free time he had.. he'd rather spend with his family. including his that alpha he couldn't seem to get rid of.

if they went out, it was because dante wanted to & if silas went with him, he knew dante would be happy. not that he wouldn't be happy being alone at the bar, because he surely wouldn't stay alone long, but well, silas liked to believe that he mattered more than any tail dante picked up. not that he'd had a lot of time for that lately with silas by his side. he wasn't sorry. this was all dante's choice. he chose him, he chose to not go away, he chose to live together, he chose silas ... to be his eventually. silas was an alpha's plaything before, this time... if he had a say, which he did, because fuck dante's traditional beliefs sometimes - if he had a say, he'd be more than a warm hole among many. fuck that noise.

he'd go out with his alpha, be it for dinner or for dancing even if he didn't feel that comfortable being out like this. it didn't matter, because .... time spent with dante was... well, good fine. but this.. tonight was different. patrick & him had been chatting almost regularly for a little while. the shark was inexplicably nice & never failed to make silas leave their time spent together with his chest swollen in pride. dante made compliments, it wasn't like silas was never complimented, but ... while dante focused on uncomfortable topics - which meant the majority of existent topics, but mostly silas' body, or how beautiful he looked all submissive & fucked out.

not that... they didn't count, because they did. but patrick... he made an effort to know about him & although silas would never quite be able to tell him who he really was, he... liked it. patrick asked questions, he asked how silas was feeling - or if there was anything to make him feel better when days were difficult. it was... new & somewhat addictive. patrick knew more about silas' kids without ever having met them than dante did despite living with them. that didn't mean dante didn't know them, just that .. it was different.

dante wasn't the questions-kind-of-guy, silas knew that & he accepted it. silas wasn't the tell-people-shit-they-didn't-ask-for-kind-of-guy so they would forever be a mystery to each other, most likely & well, silas would lie if he said he was alright with it, but he accepted it. he focused on the here & now with him, which was okay.

still, patrick just ... found a way into silas' heart he didn't know existed, through compliments & genuine interest. some of silas' biggest weaknesses. so, he'd told dante he'd be out with friends & asked him to look after the kids for the evening & ..he'd agreed. well, there wasn't a lot of looking-after he had to do. sam would be asleep by now anyway & the boys... well, they didn't need more than maybe dinner served, which dante excelled at. so silas got to spend the night drinking with patrick amidst people & loud music. not the worst way to spend the night, although..

with every drink patrick brought over to their table, silas felt himself grow calmer - his nerves almost at ease at some point & the knowledge of being caught in way too many people was ... a lot less unnerving. patrick smelled sweet & salty at the same time - probably a shark thing & his eyes... silas found himself lost in them more often than he'd dare admit. he couldn't prove it, but he could swear patrick was moving closer every time he returned to their table & the worst was... silas didn't find it in him to mind.

the alpha's warmth a welcome sensation against his shoulder, the source of that sweet scent so close he could almost taste it. he wasn't the only drunk tipsy one clearly, because one of patrick's hands went exploring, but it was nothing less than silas' ass, which .. he seemed to realize & quickly let it slide around to his front, running his palm up the omega's thigh & brave - slightly cold fingers pushed their way underneath the lion's shirt in chase of skin, which they promptly found, because .... for once... silas only came in two layers with nothing underneath his shirt - only above.

silas' breath caught in his throat, the dim-lit atmosphere of the bar only emphasized the quick golden glow passing the omega's eyes. patrick moved closer upon seeing it & that definitely was the alcohol talking, but silas ... leaned into his touch with a soft purr erupting within his chest. their eyes locked, his breaths were .. slow, but no longer held, though shaken by small gasps as patrick's fingers explored his skin, first around to his muscular back, gentle squeeze & up up up & around until fingers found a defenseless nipple to scratch blunt nails over, which....

fucking dante.

it was his fuckin' fault silas' body reacted to shit like this & he'd fuckin' moaned in public. not that anybody other than patrick could've possibly heard, but ... fuck. so fuckin' embarrassing.

"...wait." hand retreated but not without claiming collateral damage (more scratching & squeezes, ugh) on its way back home.

"my apartment?"

[lionguarded]

[ HORSE RIDING ]  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  ride  together  through  the  woods.

@ofwings-andclaws

silas demanded they take two.

but no, dante called this date to life & so dante, the alpha got to decide & when silas was done raging, he was met with the smuggest big-ass smirk on the alpha's face & seriously, he was lucky silas had such a good system to control his anger & that dante had such a pretty face silas quite enjoyed looking at, because if not, he'd have pummeled that stupid face with his fists until there was no more smirk to be found.

horses were silas' terrain. sure, dante had most likely ridden before & silas pointedly ignored dante's remark on how silas was the expert when it came to riding. so ... he was the one taking the reigns. silas had spent more time with the horses in willowshire than with people & besides, dante always took the lead on the bike, so ... this was his time to shine. or something. silas practically leapt on the horse, reins curled around his fists & shot the other a look. "c'mon."

dante could sit behind him & hold on. silas didn't trust him to do this properly & given that it was dante who chose to share the horse, he'd just have to deal with it. they had a few hours & given that dante brought a bag with something in it to strap to the horse's saddle, silas assumed he had a plan of sorts.

was he curious? no yes. was he going to ask? yes no. he clicked his tongue for the horse to get going, glancing over his shoulder as it picked up speed. "better hold on, wouldn't want you to fall on your pretty face." arms ... slid around his hips & he ...begrudgingly couldn't stop a little purr from spreading within him at the familiar weight & scent practically surrounding him.

they rode in relative silence for a little while & it wasn't until then that silas realized he did miss willowshire... a little. new haven was great & he'd never felt safer before, but it lacked its connection to nature - like willowshire did. sure, he was a city-cat, always had been, but he enjoyed the scents & the quiet of the forest. well, he would if.... "could you possibly purr any louder?" what a fuckin' menace, purring his ear off.

idle chitchat was .. not silas' strong suit, but with dante ... it came easier. they had quite a bit to talk about on the regular like work, the struggles with the kids - like remy hating his guts, balis being ... balis & taj being the closed-off hermit who only went to work or train. but there was also sammy, who was growing up rapidly, but & silas had no qualms admitting it, thanks to dante, she was thriving. surely new haven played part in it, but dante was a wonderful father. she wasn't even his & yet ... silas sometimes forgot she wasn't & he knew she did, too. in her little world, dante was her daddy & silas was surprisingly okay with that.

surprisingly, my ass. he lives with you, he sleeps in your bed, you cook for him. no fuckin' surprise there.

"hold on, go right there, down that path." dante hummed, like he had any idea where they were. silas didn't know that dante had been here before indeed, only last week, scoping out a place for them. silas did as he asked, though, following down a small path to somewhere apparently. he hadn't really taken the time to explore the woods a lot, so this was definitely a long stretch for him, but he didn't mind. if anything he'd take them back to the ranch. silas always found his way back home.

"oh yeah, keep going, we're almost there."

"uhuh, like you know where we are."

"sure do."

"....uhuh."

"just wait, grumpy. you'll see."

"...fine."

silas ... refused to admit dante was right, not even when he brought the horse to a halt in a place... he didn't expect. seriously, what the fuck? a small clearing led them down another path, though that one wasn't traversable for the horse, so they bound it to a tree, dante took the bag & slung it over his shoulder before leading silas down to .... one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever fuckin' seen.

seriously though, what the fuck? how did he even know this place existed? who had he fucked to find out? did silas even want to go down that train of thought & be reminded dante would fuck whomever he fancied? nope, not today. instead, he decided to focus on the what the ever-lovin' fuck.

a cozy little niche by a lake, trees offering shade from the early afternoon sun, flowers covered most of the ground.... it was like... their own little retreat. while silas admired the view & silently cursed dante for having such an ace up his goddamn ass, dante unpacked - a blanket went down by the lake, boxes of silas' (& his, honestly) favorite foods were scattered across it & the lion alpha smugly flopped down on it.

"doing okay over there? come sit in your alpha's lap, princess. think you owe me am apology, and maybe a thank you."

"..... shut up."

[lionguarded]

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜ (This will be painful bc... Remy. After Silas ends up in the hospital. Bc the thingy happened.)

@ofwings-andclaws; given that today seems a remy feels day; (miscarriage tw)

silas thought he was done mourning losses.

he thought that the next loss in line would be his own & that he'd never have to go through that roller-coaster of emotions again. but apparently mother nature didn't just give. or maybe she'd just decided giving silas his cubs back was enough. he couldn't tell, nor did he think he understood the great mother anymore - or ever had.

she caged him, she subjected him to sindra & his henchmen & the pain they all inflicted upon him gladly, she gave him freedom, but then she put dante in his path & blessed him with a new life growing inside him, which silas thought was no longer an option after sam. dante hadn't exactly been careful since they met & nothing happened, until recently. halfway through, silas had already carried a little belly around with him, he woke up in pain, but didn't think much of it. it subsided, everything seemed fine until it wasn't.

silas wouldn't know until the end of tests at the hospital that his cub didn't make it. the doctor couldn't tell him why, they had theories, but none really gave him the closure he'd hoped for. was it... his fault? it was, wasn' it? he was too damaged, too broken. useless, a little voice chimed in & it grew even louder when silas bore a lifeless little lion cub. your fault. he knew for a while that dante did want his own offspring, silas knew he .. thought about it, but he didn't think they'd actually get to this point. now here he was, in a hospital bed with the alpha by his side, looking at him like he worried silas would jump off the closest cliff if he turned around, which... wasn't too far-fetched. dante knew him better than anybody, could read his every thought - even those he preferred to keep to himself.

the fact he somewhat refused leaving silas alone in the room only supported his theory. when he had to leave to pick up sam from daycare, he didn't until remy had taken his place. remy... was not quite the son silas wanted with him when he felt like this. he loved him from the bottom of his heart, always did & he always would, but .. remy was difficult & silas was quite sure the young alpha would prefer to be any place in the world right now to being with him.

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

well, it did, but silas wasn't the one who'd... well, got hurt. in a way he did, sure, but he wasn't the one to worry about. neither was the cub they lost, though. "...i'm fine." he had to be. no use in crying over spilt milk, is there? how he'd love to believe himself when he thought that. remy had experienced most of silas' miscarriages in the past, him & taj were old enough & aware enough to know, but silas always did his best to hide the pain those caused & he was never given much time to recover before trenton would be ordered back into his life. but now... he was just ... here. being looked after, being cared for & it felt so wrong, because silas failed to protect a cub again. story of his life, really.

remy would be the one to confirm if he knew of silas' inner turmoil. he'd be the first to roast him, surely. quite literally, too. he failed them, all of them - all the time. even now it felt like.. like anything he did was lacking, like it was in vain. he gave them space - he didn't care, he tried to spend time with them - he was too clingy, he just wasn't meant to be a parent. he knew that, he always did, but it hadn't been his choice. "it's uh..." he couldn't bear looking at him, into eyes that matched his & reminded him of all his mistakes. the weight was unbearable. he felt stupid being here. his cub was gone, he should just go home, he didn't get why the doctors demanded he stayed at least the night & he didn't get why dante supported them.

silas just wanted to go home.

"i lost it." this time he couldn't even blame sindra. sindra hadn't been here, nobody else was at fault but him. "you don't... have to stay." he didn't want remy to feel like he had to, just because silas was in the hospital. "i'm... fine." remy hadn't asked, but silas told him anyway. he just .. thought - over the past few weeks, that maybe things were looking up, that he'd get the family he always wanted & that he could give dante a reason to... well, stay by his side.

"i'm fine." remy was silent, which didn't help. please go home. please don't look at me. hand placed against his chest, fingers curled into that stupid hospital gown as his fist pressed down on his chest - right above the heart. it hurt. brows had not stopped furrowing since silas got to the hospital, his jaw was fighting a battle against his teeth & he was determined to look only at a loose string on the bed sheet.

please go, i can't ... hold on for much longer. you don't want to see this. "'s fine." voice a shallow whisper at this point, on the verge of breaking, breath caught in his throat when a hand came to rest upon his. mattress dipped under his son's weight as he climbed in on top of his dame, one arm slung across silas' chest, the other slid underneath his pillow & around his back in a way. it was ... definitely a source of comfort, because silas didn't say it often, but he missed sharing his bed with his cubs. that'd always made him feel close to them - like nothing in the world could ever separate them.

"i'm sorry, father."

when dante came back a few hours later, he found remy fast asleep - he'd come to see silas right after his shift after all, so ... it was only fair he got a nap in & silas... well, he'd spent the past two hours just watching his little boy sleep as tears ran ever-so silently down his cheeks, but upon seeing dante, he couldn't help a little sob when he opened his mouth to greet him. fuck, stop it. get a damn grip. but the tears refused to stay contained any longer, no matter how feverishly silas all but scrubbed his arm over them - partially to hide, partially to try & stop the tears. he... didn't cry. ever. not silas.

"i'm...sorry." it's my fault. it's all my fault. please don't leave me.

[lionguarded]

Kitchen:

What is the character’s favourite food?

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?

Do they leave the dishes out?

What kind of food is in their refridgerator?

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?

@ofwings-andclaws loves me and sends headcanon things *heart eyes*

What is the character’s favourite food?

mozarella-stuffed parmesan chicken has got to be silas' favorite food of the new world. coming to new haven, he basically started fresh when it came to cuisine & standards, so he did a lot of experimenting (mostly because of dante, let's be real) and there's a few dishes he enjoys a lot - like lasagna, spanish tortillas and meatloaf from ground beef but his favorite's got to be mozarella-stuffed parmesan chicken they get at a store in new haven, although silas has tried his hand at making it himself, too & it's not been too bad.

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?

he is. back in willowshire, silas had not been deemed worthy of sindra's servants & cooks, so when sindra wasn't home, which was most of the time, silas was responsible for feeding the cubs & himself. over the years, he learned. in willowshire, while he'd often get food for him & sammy at the tavern or kitchen, he sometimes cooked, too. it was ... simpler in willowshire - a fire, some meat, roasting vegetables etc. but since coming to new haven he's had the chance to explore. he didn't have to, dante introduced him to take-out & delivery service early on, but silas chose to take up cooking for his family again & has come a long way since. he will still get take-out with dante, or go out to eat etc., but they don't rely on the outside to feed their family. he's pretty good at it by now, too.

Do they leave the dishes out?

noooooo way. in house rivera-di-cesare dishes shall always either be thrown into the dishwasher or cleaned immediately. silas will flip if he's got to spend an hour scrubbing off a crust in a casserole three days after he cooked it. he often does dishes himself before going to bed, but the kids will do it for him sometimes. he doesn't ask them to, though.

What kind of food is in their refridgerator?

due to having a little cub & four adults besides him in the house, the fridge is always full. vegetables, eggs, milk, a few microwave dishes in the freezer (or pizza), though silas is not a fan of them & usually puts extra dishes in the fridge for the kids that can't attend dinner. or don't want to. so when remy gets home in the morning from his night shift, he'll find a plate in the fridge with his name on it. same goes for the others, if work or something else gets in the way of dinner time. the fridge mostly holds fresh foods, though & ingredients for cooking & some soda.

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?

definitely more cooking since silas settled properly & got his hands on some recipes. he has nothing against take-away or delivered food, but he feels like he has very little to give his family, so the one thing he can give them, he will.

[lionguarded]

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else. (Reverse. In which Remy has every ounce of Silas' temper but not even half of his self control and he's ready to fry a bitch.)

@ofwings-andclaws (guess your bribe worked); remember this? good.

revenge was a fickle affair. imagination tended to make it look beautiful & fulfilling, but the truth often looked a lot different. no, silas didn't doubt revenge was satisfying - not at all. that wasn't the point, but revenge never came as easily as the brain made it out to be. sure, he'd had plans for retribution on his own, had names & a list he'd loved to have visited after his escape. but leaving willowshire would've been too big a risk, so silas never quite chased revenge.

even now, with freedom in his grasp - no strings attached, he'd ... not... gone off to chase justification. it just ... lost its appeal. sure, he could turn up at trenton's place & put a bullet right between his eyes & he was sure he'd feel so much better afterwards & maybe he could finally sleep in peace, but .. he hadn't & honestly, he didn't plan to. it just .. didn't seem worth it anymore. he had his freedom, his cubs, an alpha... why would he need revenge? he had almost everything he needed.

silas found peace within dante ... in a way. it definitely wasn't peace, because dante was a fuckin' monster & would rather die than to bestow peace upon silas, but ... he'd managed to drag the omega out of shell & silas had no intention to go back. sometimes he thought about it, surely, but rationality won every time. his family was almost complete now & trenton.. he had what? a faithful puppy, but other than that? he had shit all. he'd die alone & nobody would shed a tear for him. silas knew that at least some of his kids would be sad.

but others didn't quite share his way of rational thinking, which he didn't blame them for, because he struggled with it himself. often. he couldn't help it, he ... had rage bottled up within him that would last him several lifetimes & no way to blow off steam permanently. dante was exceptional at making him forget it existed, but that didn't last forever.

some shifts at work silas spent entirely inside the car, they'd drive through town for hours, making sure people behaved, but some shifts they were on foot. show the people of new haven who watches over them. uhuh. he didn't mind walking, but .. he didn't understand why it mattered who looked after the people, but job was job & he took his work seriously.

so... he was strolling through town, in his uniform with his partner a few steps behind him usually, unless he slipped into some café or store to get himself a coffee or something, which .. apparently made silas a target. or maybe he'd been a target the entire time & his partner for the day being a coffee addict only added to his misfortune. because if not, he might've not been as easy a target.

he still didn't quite understand why he hadn't heard them coming, but he blamed the fuckin' noise all those cars made. so, in a moment of carelessness, silas had three very familiar faces in his vicinity - one of them had jumped him - again, but this time it was different. they didn't come to drag him away - they came for destruction. revenge. one held him in place from behind & another came for the damage. with silas unable to dodge, he took the hits. spitting blood, he pulled himself free, but the third idiot was prepared & kicked his legs out from under him.

silas caught himself, but he was in a much more vulnerable position now, with feet colliding with his ribs almost every fuckin' second & not even his arms could shield his body from the brunt of it. not the first time he was outnumbered & floored, so silas was all but helpless & returned the favor of a lack of legs to stand on to one of them, which gave him the opening he needed. while they went for their friend (the leader of the group, he remembered him from last time), silas got to his feet & nobody could tell him mother nature didn't have his guts, because just as he got his cuffs out, he heard a voice he knew very well.

remy?

he glanced around until he found him, crossing the street & quickly to come to his aid. he didn't need to, he wasn't allowed to either. he wasn't a cop. by the time he got there, silas had two of them cuffed to a rain gutter pipe - the two lackeys, but the third ... that was personal at this point. at least until remy joined him, the young alpha's eyes roaming his face & body. silas, ready to fight a horde, stood hunched over with an arm pressed to his chest, clearly struggling with his breath. broken rib? ugh.

he... knew his child, more than remy ever would know. he could see the wheels turning, could see the anger boiling up within him & he knew that if he didn't step in, the little alpha leader would never see the inside of a cell. so when the weather shifted & remy began to move, silas was on him in an instant, arms around him, blood dripping from his lips & yet here he was, ready to let his son fry him.

"don't. i'm fine. remy, no. he's not worth it." holding his son tightly, he wasn't sure if he even had a chance of succeeding, but he knew he had to try. "shhhh. breathe with me." anger could be fought. silas fought it every day. "calm, remy. it's okay." by the time the weather ....calmed down, silas' partner returned, first instinct a gasp at the scene unfolding in front of him. "he needs cuffs." he tilted his head & nodded at the leader on the floor.

back to his son, silas slowly pulled away to look at him with a little smile on blood-smeared lips. he listened. "you can't just ... hurt people. not anymore, not here. they got laws. be careful."

[lionguarded]

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you, Cariño? ❜

@ofwings-andclaws

"not..... like this." like a starving man would look at an apple tree. like a moth would ..at light light, like .... like... like silas was... he felt so fuckin' embarrassed. like he didn't struggle with the change, like silas didn't already worry because his clothes didn't fit anymore. like he didn't wonder just how he was going to raise cubs on his own again, because dante ran off to chase some pretty tail given that the one claimed had lost its appeal.

had dante ever dropped a hint that silas had to worry? not even slightly, but that didn't make the voices stop from trying to convince him that was exactly what was going to happen. in fact, dante... had been fuckin' perfect, which honestly enraged him more than the opposite would have. how dare he be so fuckin' good at all this when he'd never experienced it? was he born a fuckin' natural? like dante hadn't already been blessed by mother nature with pretty much everything. ugh. lucky fuckin' shit.

nothing compared to this time, though & honestly, it was a lot less stressful without having to fear for his cubs' lives every day & yet he felt uneasy when his alpha looked at him with .... it just... he looked at him like he was the only person left alive, like silas was somehow a saint now & dante couldn't help but worship his ass. he looked at silas like the omega was the most beautiful object he'd ever seen & it made him fidget. ugh. fuck dante.

"...nothin' to fuckin' see here." the alpha was still staring & while shooting him a glare, silas absentmindedly pulled on the hem of his shirt, making sure it covered his swollen belly entirely. was he this big with his previous twins, too? fuck, he didn't remember, but given whose they'd been... he assumed yes. but age was definitely catching up to him, because his back was hurting like he'd been run over most times & those were the good times.

shoulders rolled as silas debated whether he should bolt (slowly), or pretend dante wasn't fuckin' eating him up with his eyes. he spun around, facing the sink to finish the dishes he'd started prior to dante getting home & just silently ...staring at him.

but he didn't get very far until arms wrapped around him from behind, one palm flat against his belly, the other wrapped around his chest, pulling the omega against his chest - no, dante hadn't given him options. lips pressed against that sensitive spot behind his ear & the soft purr erupting from dante's throat - as per fuckin' usual, instantly calmed him to the point of ....him placing his hands above dante's, their fingers entwined against his belly - surely waiting for a kick of sorts from either twin.

"ugh, i hate how fuckin' good you're at this.." please don't let go.

[lionguarded]

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out. (Pat is hungry for attention.)

@ofwings-andclaws (pat trying to be competition for dante? he's ... i mean, valid try. also.. hungry for 'attention', huh? mhm.)

*purple disco machine's paradise plays in bg bc silas TOTALLY was dancing after a handful of drinks*

ah, shit.

silas thought this would go differently. he thought - in his drunken state, that they'd find a surface sturdy enough to endure their weight & sweet patrick would push his pants down for a quick fuck that left them both filled to the brim with remorse & regret. well, silas at least. alcohol was not his friend, he wasn't sure how many times he had to forget to learn the lesson, but this night would surely be added to that number.

he'd also ... clearly misinterpreted patrick's side in this. he thought patrick wanted to get laid. end. but no, clearly he wanted much more than that, which did pose a problem silas would eventually - when his brain didn't call for him to drop his pants & beg for mercy anymore, which .. might be a while with silas' level of inebriation. in hindsight, he knew he shouldn't have let patrick buy him drinks, but .. he'd felt like it & it seemed a harmless idea at the time with the worst consequence being having to call dante to pick him up.

he didn't know patrick wanted him. fuck, he didn't know anybody wanted him. it didn't even register, patrick's subtle tries at flirting when silas had still been sober... had not rattled him at all. nothing he said screamed love me to him at the time.

well, shit.

once the drinks had warmed both of them up, had let walls crumble around them in lightning speed, silas found himself watching the alpha - just ... in quiet adoration. his eyes were beautiful & the way he looked at him when silas spoke... with those beautiful eyes, seemingly practically absorbing every single word he said like it was oxygen. fuck, so addictive. those eyes.. the way they made him feel reminded him of dante's smirk. that moment he realized silas was his. the omega's legs nearly buckling under his stare - only patrick had apparently mastered the puppy eyes on top.

& those had come out to play when silas tried to excuse himself. even only slightly tipsy he'd been weak. fine, he'd stay for a bit longer, which had turned into drink after drink & with hesitation & guilt leaping out the closest window....

silas found himself in an apartment he'd never been in before, with a shark pressed up against him. the front door was closed by now, but that had been effort, because patrick in his current state had turned out to be quite handsy even in public. the omega had been slammed against the shark's front door - face first, their bodies flush & the alpha's lips whispering sin against his ear. like dante liked to.

inside... they tumbled into several objects on their journey towards the bedroom & patrick's spacious bed. a lamp, a vase & a few books had fallen victim to their slightly clumsy make-out session. silas ... hadn't been with someone else in ... well, since he met dante. hell, even before that he couldn't exactly count what happened at sindra's mansion ... anything like this.

so... well. he was far from an expert at this, especially with patrick seemingly being a lot less ... well, of a a douche. no orders, no commands - no torment. just two guys trying to fuck each other. which was around the time patrick pressed himself against silas' front, arms around his hip, lips against his neck & he breathed in deep, which was... around the time silas found out patrick was not as ... well, weak as he'd thought he was. sure, he looked decently fit, but silas wasn't a lightweight despite their difference in height, which was...

yeah, he'd ben lying if he claimed he didn't enjoy patrick tilting his head back with a finger under his chin, a little smile on his lips just to kiss him. after telling him how beautiful he was. again. ugh. he already had him drunk, he didn't need to ... add to it. not that it hurt. silas - being the good kitten he’s been trained to be, had pulled away despite the shark’s warmth stroking the little kittycat within him in all the right places & without much fanfare, he’d taken off his clothes in silence, had moved away from the other & with a quick glance back towards him, silas had crawled on the bed, sitting back on his haunches as he … thought. “how …do you want.. me, alpha?” because silas knew how this worked. dante had spent many, many hours teaching him - probably not so other alphas would profit from it, but … well. patrick climbed on top of him & a good half hour later, silas was well, full of regrets.

or not really.

on all fours (as per usual), pillow under his head, fingers digging into the softness at the same time as eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to shut out bliss even just for a few seconds. patrick was knelt behind him & the assault on his hole was ... it dripped with fuckin' sin. he should be used to it, dante could spend fuckin' hours tormenting him like this, but he would never get used to it. end of story.

one thing that definitely was different. silas ... didn't worry about himself, or how he acted. maybe that was the alcohol speaking, or maybe it was different because patrick was gentle & sweet & silas didn't feel the need to compete with him in order to keep up, but .. it was. soft moans fell from his lips with every stroke of the shark's tongue, every push & shove making his hips buck & body writhe in yearning.

his back arching & lowering itself in frantic search for more, the omega was ... surely ready for the next step & yet patrick seemed absolutely uninterested in even coming up for air, his stubble a nightmare for days to come. but for now silas couldn't be arsed to care. he only cared about one thing right now.

"please, alpha patrick, please. i can't." fuck me, or i'll cum right here & now.

[emmettxthorne]

the kid sat alone on a bench not too far from where he stood, the damage that was done to the store was big enough that they had to rope in the local authorities. as much as that tugged at his annoyance, it was standard procedure especially when the owner of the store wanted to press charges on the kid. the whole thing was giving him the worst headache which he pushed back with another sip of his coffee, cold and stale by this point. "He is." He nodded, "We have footage of him entering the store, though we are still reviewing the rest of the footage." We meaning just him and the oaf he worked with, who was more or less unhelpful.

"The owner is surveilling the damage, and making a list of anything that was either missing or broken." he answered, looking from the kid back to the officer in front of him. "The owner wants to press charges, they're very irate right now and won't accept anything less." He had made several attempts to calm them down, but gave up when the other wouldn't see reason.

[lionguarded]

no drink for him tonight it seemed. fuckin' figures. if he had to wait on the shop owner to review the footage, for mall security to give it a look-over, interview the suspect (was he, though, when it was irrevocably clear he did it?), lock up the shop so nobody entered. soft sigh. alright, better get to it, then. "alright. you mind reviewing the footage together when i'm done here? saves me the trouble of having to do it at the station later." why let two people look at it separately when they might as well do it together.

notepad still in hand, he was headed for the shop, treading carefully over broken glass to assess the damage & write down everything he could see. he liked getting an idea himself rather than letting angry owners do the listing on their own. he understood the fury, he did, but .. if looks were anything to go by, they were dealing with a literal kid. another sigh, then he went to join the two again.

he knelt down in front of the boy, making sure their eyes met. "gone a little overboard, didn't we?" shaking his head a little, he wrote down the kid's info, scanning his ID & making sure to call home. when all was said & done, he pulled the kid to his feet & went back to the other, "i'll take him home when we're done. where's your office?"

[lionguarded]

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie. (Dante)

@ofwings-andclaws; urmmm did this escalate? yep. to my defense.. we know silas struggles with sexy clothes ahaha

mother nature could fuckin' fuck herself.

seriously, though.

silas was not joking, nor was he just ... angry at her. it was so much more than that. so. much. more. anguish. he felt anguish & it was her fault, entirely. she brought dante into his life, she made silas so he couldn't withstand, so he couldn't free himself from the alpha's grasp - no matter how hard he struggled. life within dante's bed was so much warmer than away. but he struggled nonetheless. he'd ... knelt - submitted his very self to him.

yet dante always found something else to demand, every glimmer of pride silas found within himself quickly dimmed & the omega was angry. like the cage wasn't torment enough - dante wasn't sated. he never was. the day dante found complete & utter satisfaction would surely go down in new haven's history.

"c'mon cariño. just once, it'll look good on you. try it on. you can take it off if you don't like it."

....dante said. well, his alpha was a little fuckin' shit of an alpha & one day... one fucking day silas would really punch him in his stupidly handsome face. until then, though.. well. he'd ... comply. what else was he supposed to do? how could he possibly deny him that request when he sat there... on their bed, shimmering crimson in his direction. fuck him, sideways. all the fuckin' ways.

sindra would have a fuckin' field day if he knew the lengths silas went to please his dumbass idiot of an alpha. you never tried to please me, he could practically hear him say. yeah, well - dante wasn't .... ugh. he was a douche & silas wanted to strangle him on the regular, but .. it was different than in the royal city.

which was the only reason he.... left the bathroom. yes, he'd fuckin' undressed in private. fuck everybody who had a problem with that. silas had only few qualms about his body, or nudity - his issue was what he was supposed to wear. that ...thing.

"lavender..."

it was light fuckin' purple.

"lavender's gonna look great on you."

uhuh.

leaving the bathroom... was ..not easy. silas was seething when he did, brows furrowed hard - that stupid piece of cloth, which .. wasn't much at all & his backside saw even less fabric than the front. where did he even... get this? & why? what had he done to anger him into asking him to wear this? hadn't he suffered enough?

fuck you, mother nature. i mean it. set a foot on earth, you're dead.

the grin on the alpha's face... gods, he was begging for a good, hard punch. one that made his teeth creak in terror. "happy?" low rumble. he was not ... happy. not at all.

"c'mon, turn around. let me see the other side."

..... mother nature, why are you testing my self-control? i'm trying to cut back on the bloodshed.

he tur—

"slower."

......deep breath. he turned around ...slower.

stop being cute. i hate you. the purr he could hear across the damn fuckin' room wouldn't save dante's hide when he was dressed again. silas didn't like thongs. he didn't get their purpose - no matter how often dante explained - in vivid detail & with examples for practical experience. he didn't... get what was wrong with just... taking off his briefs instead. then again... it was dante. he hardly made sense.

"on the bed. arch."

oh, how silas wished he could claim he didn't know what that meant. but dante had been very thorough in his ....education & unfortunately for him, silas was a good study & while dante fiddled with something behind him, he... climbed on the bed to ... arch. the mattress dipped under the alpha's weight, but otherwise ... he was quiet, his hands exploring. as if to emphasize how important this was, his hands solemnly focused on his bottom half, gracefully ignoring his front - not that there would be much use for attention with the cage in place - but still.

naked palm laid flat against an ass cheek & squeezed not-so-gently, but when he pulled away... the other found the same cheek, only this time... leather met skin in frenzy. slap.

... he wouldn't dare.

slap.

mother nature, just tell me what i did? i can fix this.