feral behavior

Katsuki is on a rescue mission when an unfamiliar scent pierces the chaos. He obsessively searches for the source.

*** Title change: Previously "You'd give up your happiness for mine? But you are my happiness." Poppy is in love with her best friend, Branch, and honestly, she always has been. But that doesn’t matter, because she is aware of the expectations of the Princess/Future Queen’s mate. It is not that she doesn’t think Branch can handle it, because she knows he would make a great King and leader with his selflessness and protectiveness, but she does not want to make him feel like she wants him to change in order to be with her (the King would also be expected to sing/dance/etc.) Branch loves her too, but doesn't think she feels the same. Eventually, their feelings will come to light. Will Branch grow into the troll we all know he can be? Or will he retreat into the bunker, never to be seen again? There will be sex eventually in this story so skip it if you don't like that. First chapter is more fleshed out details and then story begins with chapter 2. Updates every few days! This is my first fic so make sure to comment and let me know your thoughts! I'd love to interact with you all! :)

“We really aren’t supposed to let omegas down here when our more feral alphas are in rut like this,” the beta hedged once the lift opened up to the basement floor. “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t,” Mingi said flippantly, breezing past the beta to follow the alluring scent that had been calling to him ever since he’d first entered the illegal auction house. As Mingi drew closer and closer to the growling, muzzled alpha chained up in a pen at the far end of the room, it seemed like his many years of searching for his true mate were finally about to pay off. And oh, he was perfect.

Mabel looked Stan in the eye and, after a slightly hurtful amount of booing, started to tell her own story. “I’m going to tell a not terrible story called…Trooth Ache!” Stan let out a tired sigh, already guessing what his grandniece would talk about. She and Dipper had been on his case ever since yesterday when they decided to use magical dentures to trick him into telling the truth about every dirty deed they asked about. He would be proud if they just stopped asking So. Many. Questions. About. His. Brother. Unfortunately, when his brother stepped out of the portal he was...strange. Cagey. Weird. If Ford was an animal, Stan might even say feral.

Master Anakin Skywalker has been captured; his padawan races to a small outpost deep within Separatist space to rescue him. Because he needs rescuing. Because he's his master. Because, even if Anakin doesn't know it and even if Anakin is happily mated to some other omega, he's his alpha. Because maybe if Obi-Wan risks life and limb to save his master before the Separatists can neutralize the threat that the Hero With No Fear poses to their cause, his master will realize that Obi-Wan is no longer some youngling in need of coddling and protecting. At the very least, maybe he'll stop bringing up that unfortunate business on Melida/Daan.

In the midst of a highly infectious viral infection, Tora is at Poppy's when they're suddenly forced to go into lockdown together. "A week. A week in Poppy’s apartment. A week of literally being here. In Poppy’s apartment. With Poppy.The need to scream internally is a strange feeling indeed." *Complete for now with the possibility of a part 2 in the future*