#sebastians-perspective

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I’m NOT Sick

Oli groaned softly as he sat on the sofa, a bulky blanket wrapped around his body and a pile of uneaten food on the table beside him. He had tried everything, but nothing stayed down. He was nauseous and went from freezing to sweating in half a second, and it wasn’t getting any better. He didn’t even want to think that it might be the flu, so instead he curled up in his little ball of misery in staunch denial.

“Seeeeeeb!” He shouted out tiredly, exhausted from waking up with cold sweats and not being able to keep down nearly any food for the better part of a week and a half. “Do we have any saltine crackers?” Maybe that would stay down? He had managed to get a few of those to keep in his stomach a few days ago, so he was willing to try again, even if they were bland and boring. How in the world he was managing to gain weight like this, he had no idea, but it was beyond annoying.

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Something Wicked (Sebastian)

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It was almost 3am and Sebastian had just finished the last episode of the series he was watching when he realized he had no cigarettes left. Instead of waiting till the morning, he decided he would go buy some. He knew the other store that would be open was the one near the Gentlemen’s Howl, so he started on his way there.

He heard a familiar voice yelling. He stopped and listened for a second, realizing who it was. He looked around to find him, turning a corner and looking in to the alley where he was. He quickly moved out of sight again, heart beating fast. He had heard rumors about hunters in town, but it all became very real when someone he knew was surrounded by them. He knew that were hunters by the way they stank of hatred and gunpowder.

He knew he couldn’t take 4 men on in his human form. He quickly took his clothes off until he was ass naked and closed his eyes until he had fully shifted, a process that was never enjoyable. Once changed, the true size of the Alpha was clear. He made his way in to the alley, first attacking the men with guns and flinging the rifles from their hands and against the wall. His attention then moved to the man holding Oli, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and flinging him up in the air.

He knew it was a bad idea to be doing this, especially shifted, but there was no other way to get Oli out without one of them being hurt badly. Once Oli was free, he made sure to cover the man, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he growled aggressively at the men.

It all happened so quickly. One moment, there was the burn of silver stinging his jaw and an aching blow to his stomach. The next, there were screams that weren’t his own, and a giant Alpha was flinging the hunters to and fro like rag dolls. 

Oli slumped against the wall as he watched it happen, stunned for a moment during the fray. But his senses came back to him as the turned wolf stood before him, single-handedly fending off four men. Oli couldn’t let someone else get hurt because of him, and he acted on instinct as soon as his body let him.

The Omega reached for one of the guns that had been knocked from the hunter’s hands, picking it up and aiming at the hunters. His hands shook, but he fired nonetheless. His aim was poor, but he was grateful for it. He wasn’t a killer, in spite of everything else that he was.

The men began to run, and he clipped one in the arm and another in the knee, which caused them to panic and scurry away to tend their wounds. Oli threw the gun down and slid against the wall, down to the floor of the alley, as he looked at the giant wolf that had saved him. “Thank you...” He murmured softly.

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Oli stared at his phone in frustration. It had been over a week. Again. No text, no call, nothing. He couldn’t blame Sebastian for being frightened away after seeing the Omega break down that night, but when they fell asleep together, Oli had thought it might just be okay. Then, more silence. But tonight, he was in pain and a little drunk, but not nearly drunk enough to dull the ache of his swelling eye, which was undoubtedly turning shades of black and blue already. Oli walked over to Sebastian’s home without so much as a warning, and it didn’t occur to him until he was banging on the Alpha’s door that maybe this was a bad idea. What if someone else was in there with him? He knew he had no right to be jealous, but just the thought made his blood boil.

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Oli slept soundly with the Alpha in his bed, savoring the musky scent and the rare warmth radiating from him. With the sound of the rain and the scent of the Alpha and the comfort of the bed, he was well and truly out, even as morning dawned. When he woke up to find himself alone and sighed, though it wasn’t unexpected. Sebastian had said he’d be gone by the time Oli awoke. The Omega didn’t blame him for leaving. His brows furrowed as he smelled something odd in the air. Fire. He practically leaped out of bed, naked as could be, and hurried towards the origin of the scent. Rather than a fire, he was greeted with the sight of a chiseled, topless Alpha frying bacon at his stove. Oli stared dumbly for a moment before he smirked, leaning against the counter. “Brave man, frying bacon without a shirt on.” He didn’t think he even had any bacon his fridge, but Oli didn’t question where it came from.

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Oli fell to his knees with a smirk and a filthy moan, hands caressing his own body as men reached to touch and tuck cash into his lime green hot pants. It was on par for a usual Friday, until some drunk climbed up onto the stage and got on top of him. Oli laughed in his face, and suggested they take it to the back, but the drunk was muttering the usual bitter ramblings about Oli being a whore and might as well give it away for free. He managed to get one of the Omega’s wrists pinned down, making it clear that he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.

There was a scream, and Oli’s knuckles were split and bloody, the man’s nose broken as the bartender came to throw the other Alpha out. Oli pulled himself up off the stage and smiled at those who were still watching. He happened to look up, and his eyes landed on a familiar face across the bar. Sebastian. He smirked to himself this time, and had to wonder how much the man had seen.

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Screwed, Blued, and Tattooed

Today was the day. Aiden had saved up enough money- at least for a start- and he was finally going to get the piece on his back that he had been wanting for more years than he could remember. He walked into Cold Steel with a grin, skipping past the display books and heading instead directly for the front counter, where someone was waiting. 

The Beta grinned up at the tall, tattooed man, instantly rather pleased at the idea of getting to look at him for a few multi-hour sessions, if he was indeed a tattoo artist and not just a cashier or a piercer. 

“Hey.” He greeted with a smile. “Looking to get a piece done.” He pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket, and laid it out on the desk. On the paper was a photo of an arm, with a sleeve-length tattoo of the inner musculature from the shoulder all the way to the wrist. 

“Can you do this here? But I want it a little more gory, with some muscles ripped maybe and blood oozing.” He worked as a butcher for a reason; Aiden liked blood and anything generally considered ‘gross’, and he liked the idea of a constant reminder than in the end, they were all just sentient meat bags. “What’s the price for something like this?”

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