Fics like howling in your headlights

"And that wasn’t just Shiver’s biology speaking. They were a good omega, disciplined and well-trained, and had grown up around enough alphas to know how to control themselves around the most commanding of scents. No, Shiver liked Frye, and not just for her smell. They liked her fanged smile, and her brilliant laugh, and her physical affection, and her sunny demeanor, and her absent-minded fidgets, and her devoted commitment to living each day to its fullest. They liked her as a best friend, as someone to spend a lifetime cushioned in the gravity of— —or at least, that was what Shiver had told themselves. Until now. Because now, Shiver was staring themselves down in the mirror of the shitty apartment bathroom, suffocating on their own unbearably thick scent, running their fingers over the swollen-red glands in their neck, feeling shaken and disoriented and fever-sweaty and in need in need in need— Shiver was in heat, for the very first time." (or, how Frye helps Shiver through their first heat, and how it was never just about the sex.)

Fics like howling in your headlights

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