#I had a different scenario planned out for anyone who went to pups room

[yuckydraws]

"Oh! I'll check his room out then. Thank you for that and also your gifts!" Kairi puts the flower and the IOU coupon in the gift bag before hugging them both. "Happy Valentine's Day, you two. I'll see you around!"

She then lets go and heads off to Pup's room with a bounce in her step.

They both return the hugs and give you a wave as you leave.

When you get to Pup’s room, the door is closed, and a knock is met with quite a few moments of silence. You can hear shuffling, though.

Soon, the door opens to reveal a very sleepy looking Pup… in just his boxers. He yawns, his gold fangs glinting in the light and it’s not until he’s done that he seems to really process who’s at his door.

You’re met with a beaming grin and a wagging tail.

“hey kairi!” He greets.

It takes another sleepy moment for him to realize just what he’s wearing. His face burns that pinkish-red of his magic and he fumbles.

“kairi! hi, i um… lemme just-” Is all he gets out before he closes the door on you. You hear some more fumbling around, and soon he opens the door again, this time wearing a cute, simple nightdress with a little bit of lace at the hems that ends above his knees. Very fitting, for him.

“sorry about tha’… did ya wanna come in?”

[sugamamacustard]

Come see me

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo X Omega! Reader

Genre: Minor Angst, but other than that, fluffy cuddle piles. 

Request: Hi kinda nervous to request this since I'm very shy but..Is it okay to request a scenario where omega reader is feeling very insecure and jealous after idk like some new person comes in the pack and everyone is paying attention to them and reader feels very neglected but keeps quiet, starts spending more time with their friends and avoids the pack and their alpha. And then the pack plus alpha notices and drags reader back, and reassures them, and the entire pack cuddles and hug reader. Kinda like angst to fluff. Could be any team and any alpha. Though I prefer kuroo and nekoma. Sorry if it's too long I've always wanted an imagine like this. You don't have to do it if you don't wanna tho! I was just asking :)Have a good day💜

Summary:  Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them...may not be best for you or your omega.

Warnings: Jealous omega! reader, reader almost goes into an omega depression, small angst,

Author’s Note: No need to be shy, darling! This is my first request for this blog so I’m super excited to write this and to fulfill my first request.!

Requests: Open!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ Originally, the idea of another manager for the Nekoma team excited you.

➵ You were really pumped to have an extra set of hands on board to help keep scores, or pick up balls, or put up and take down nets. 

➵ To have someone else to joke and laugh with on the sidelines while Yaku was yelling at Lev, or to assist you in prying Kenma’s switch from his hands so he can eat.

➵ Having another manager seemed like such a good idea. A new friend for the pack. 

➵ Until it wasn’t. 

➵ Ichika was a kind and sweet girl in class 2-B (You were in 2-D), and originally you and her got along well.

➵ Your omega didn’t outright hate her, more of an indifference, and your personalities melded well together.

➵ And from what you’ve heard from her friends, she talked about the boys on the volleyball team a lot.

➵ So you figured she would be a good fit. 

➵ However, you weren’t certain on it anymore.

➵ Maybe she was too good of a fit. 

➵ ‘You’re being silly’ You told yourself. 

➵ ‘She’s getting to know the team, that’s all’ You practically chanted in your head like a mantra.

➵ ‘She’s honing in on our pack. Our alpha.’ Your omega sneered, padding in a circle before flopping down, growling lowly.  You tried reminding her that Kuroo was nothing more than a captain. 

➵ An attractive captain who who you found yourself finding every opportunity in the book to talk too. But that was fine print. 

➵ He was not your alpha. He was the commanding alpha of the volleyball team, but not yours. 

➵ And maybe that was what hurt most. Knowing you had Zero claim on anyone in the pack, therefore you had no right to demand the attention.

➵ They gave their attention to who they wanted. 

➵ Even if nowadays, it seemed to be Ichika more and more often then not. 

➵ It hurt, when you both would be sitting on the sidelines and Inuoka would brush right past you to chat with Ichika.

➵ Or when you both would be passing out towels and water bottles and they only thanked her. 

➵ It began hurting to the point you had to bite down whines or whimpers. Your omega was upset, therefore you were even more upset. But they seemed happy,

➵ Who were you to ruin that? 

➵ Just because you saw them as pack, doesn’t mean they saw you in the same light. 

➵ You tried pushing away that god awful thought, but it was planted and nothing was moving it. 

➵ And whether you noticed it or not, you were acting on that thought.

➵ You didn’t stay after practice for anyone, instead cleaning up quickly and efficiently while the boys were in the change room. 

➵ Leaving behind your notes for that day’s practice along with the gym keys right in front of the door. 

➵ You didn’t wait for anyone and took a different way home so no-one would try to walk with you.

➵ You needed to separate from them, even if it hurt. Even if you cried on the way home. Even if you stayed in your nest from the minute you got home to the minute you had to leave for school the next day.

➵ Even if your meals got smaller and smaller. 

➵ You never sat with the team anymore, Ichika taking your spot like she belonged there. 

➵ Instead you sat with a group of friends from your class. They never asked any questions, which you were thankful for. 

➵ You began wearing scent blocking patches to hide your scent, hide the sour note that almost always accompanied it. 

➵ You just...tried to disappear. You still fulfilled your manager duties as you always did, but never more. 

➵ Never gave words of encouragement. No pointers on how to improve. No jokes on Lev’s behalf. No nothing. 

➵ And holy shit, that Irked Kuroo. 

➵ He was always so excited for practices at the end of the day because that was when he would get to show off in front of you. 

➵ Prove he was a strong alpha. 

➵ He would admit, he liked you...A lot. He was even working on a future courting gift (It was a bracelet with intricate beading that looked almost like a cuff) but was having a few difficulties so couldn’t gift it to you yet.

➵ However, you were pulling away. 

➵ Away from him. Away from the pack. Just away. 

➵ You barely even glanced their way anymore.

➵ During practice, you just sat there, completed homework, then took notes. He never saw you after that.

➵ He tried to pack up as fast as he possibly could at the end of practice but was always late. You were always, without fail, gone. No trace of you ever being there except the notes you left in your wake with the keys. 

➵ His alpha kept barking at him to stop you. To come up with any excuse to keep you here long enough for him to walk you home in the very least. But you were always gone.

➵ He tried everything, but you seemed one step ahead of him. 

➵ His alpha blamed Ichika. Ever since she showed up you began pulling away.

➵ Were you jealous? Were you angry with them for trying to keep her away?

➵ They only put up with her because it was obvious you didn’t like her. So they tried keeping her away. 

➵ Was that backfiring on them? 

➵ Kuroo didn’t even know why there was another manager. You were perfect for them. Like a puzzle piece. Their personal cheerleader. 

➵ Maybe school was piling on you?

➵ No. You always went to him for help.

➵ Maybe the duties were too much?

➵ No because you were still doing them all.

➵ Come to think of it, what was Ichika even doing? 

➵ She did nothing except fawn over them and purr over their skills, which was nice for the ego boost at first, but soon just got annoying when she tried scenting them.

➵ It seemed she was fixated on him especially, trying to rub her neck all over him only for him to push her off with a growl. He had only scented two people in his life. 

➵ Kenma, because he needed the practice, and you, which was why he practiced. 

➵ And he planned to keep it that way. 

➵ But you were still staying away. So he scented no one. 

➵ The final straw was a Friday practice. 

➵ You were sitting a ways a way in the corner, doing your work with your jacket wrapped in front of you like a boundary. 

➵ His heart hurt at the thought of you feeling the need to recluse yourself like this.

➵ He made a motion to Kenma, his co-commanding alpha, who nodded before making his way to you. 

➵ As he should’ve predicted, Ichika intercepted him. She tried to hug him, but he dodged, side stepping and trying to get to you, but she persisted.

➵ “Why don’t you give me the same attention you give her, huh? Rumor has it she’s been bordering on dropping for days, nothing but attention seeking in my humble opinion.”

➵   He paused in his efforts, looking down to her once more.

➵ “I’m sorry?” 

➵ Ichika rolled her eyes. “It’s been all over school. Surprised you haven’t heard. She skips lunch more often than not, nowadays. People have even started bets as to when she finally drops. Real shame though. Gonna miss having someone else do all the work.”

➵ You were missing lunches. Lunches were meals he could guarantee you ate, and you suddenly weren’t doing so anymore. He was failing you.

➵ You were dropping right under their noses and as your pack they were watching it happen. 

➵ As your head alpha, and hopefully future alpha, he was watching you drift away and ultimately fade from him.

➵ He was watching this happen?!

➵ What part of this was okay?! None of it. 

➵ He was loosing you. Hell, if he hadn’t lost you already. 

➵ No. You were here, at school, He still had time. He still had a chance. He still had- his jacket and bento. 

➵  Turning tail, the alpha made his way to his bag, digging out the bento (Come to think of it, he hadn’t been eating much since this whole debacle started anyway) and grabbing his jacket before making his way to you once more.

➵ He didn’t pay any mind to Ichika, this time fully shoving past her to get to you. 

➵ You looked up to him skeptically, watching as the alpha, the head alpha, bent to lay on his knees, slowly putting the bento on his jacket and sliding it in front of you. 

➵ Your heart and mind were going a mile a minute as you watched the commanding fucking alpha of the pack, bow to you. Ask for your permission to get close to you. 

➵ What-

➵ “Hi?”

➵ Kuroo said nothing in return, only lowering his chin to the ground, looking up to you. Almost waiting for you to allow him closer. 

➵ When you said nothing he motioned towards the bento with a nod of his head. He was almost like a pup with how minimal his actions were. 

➵ When you slowly took the bento, he raised in time with the box, watching you open it. when you popped a small bit of rice into your mouth. He purred loudly, slowly inching closer. He laid his jacket over yours, adding another layer to your barrier, which you slowly moved to allow him in. 

➵ He crawled into your space, slowly moving your books and bag to nuzzle into your neck. You allowed him to, eating more rice-- which seemed to appease him. 

➵ One by one, more of the teammates came by, offering their jackets to your now makeshift nest, joining in on the cuddle pile. 

➵ All but Ichika, who seemed to angrily stomp about while cleaning up the few stray volleyballs. 

➵ But you didn’t really care about her at this point. 

➵ Your omega was at peace, especially with the alpha you’ve been pinning after purring into your neck, scenting you and pressing small kisses to your neck.

➵ This was your pack. Your home.

➵ And they wouldn’t let you fall behind. 

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Baby Daddy - Chapter 4

You can find the rest on AO3 here, or the Tumblr Chapter Index here.

“I’m sorry?” Peter says, and blinks once, and then twice. “You need eight thousand dollars for what now?”

Laura sets her beer down on his coffee table, and he doesn’t even complain that she’s not using a coaster. “To buy semen.”

Peter hold up his finger for a moment, and then consults his phone. He taps away at it for a moment, before looking up again. “Semen doesn’t cost that much.”

“That’s your problem with this?” Laura asks curiously. “The price?”

“That’s the problem I have as your left hand,” Peter says. “It’s my job to make sure you’re not getting cheated. I haven’t even got started yet on the problems I have with this as your uncle.”

“That’s fair.” Laura inclines her head in a brief nod. “And, as your alpha, I’m telling you that it’s time to rebuild the pack.”

“I agree,” Peter says, his sharp blue gaze fixed on her. “And as your uncle, I’d tell you there are ways to do it that don’t involve paying some stranger for semen.”

“He’s a friend,” Laura says. “We have the money, and he needs the money.”

“A friend?” Peter presses. “Does he know about us?”

“No.”

Peter narrows his eyes. “Will he know about us?”

“No.” Laura resists the urge to flash her eyes at him. Her mother always used to say that a good left hand challenged their alpha, and Peter is nothing but challenging. And better that it comes from him than from anyone else. Peter’s jabs will make sure that Laura knows she can defend her position. “And he won’t.”

“And what if the baby is a werewolf?” Peter asks curiously.

“He won’t know that,” Laura tells him. “If we do this, he’ll sign away all his parental rights.”

Peter’s silent for a long while before he speaks again. “I’d almost prefer it was a stranger, then. Less messy. You realise your friendship might not survive this?”

Laura ignores the flutter of anxiety in her stomach. She likes Stiles, and she doesn’t want to lose contact with him, but she’s realistic enough to know that it might be too weird, for both of them, to have him hanging around when she has the baby.

“Why not a stranger?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know.” Laura shakes her head slightly. “I just really like his scent. It reminds me of all the things I miss about growing up. It’s weird, but he smells a little like pack.”

Peter tilts his head. “Then why are you paying him and not seducing him?”

“Ew! No!” Laura picks up her beer and takes another swig. “He’s like a little brother, not a…” She tries to imagine it—Stiles naked—and her brain just refuses. She snorts. “Not a mate.  No, that would be too weird.”

Peter leans back in his chair. “And speaking of little brothers…”

Laura’s heart sinks.

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Derek’s not going to take this well.”

“Derek doesn’t take anything well,” Laura murmurs. There’s no heat behind the words, only the customary ache she feels in her chest when it comes to her brother and beta. “But it’s time to rebuild the pack, Peter. You’ve said that yourself. And I really think this is the best way. Sometimes I look at him and I think he’s almost an omega. I couldn’t add an adult to the pack, not without him feeling like he was being pushed aside for a new beta. It’s got to be a pup, Peter, not a beta.”

Peter is silent again, staring off into the middle distance. He’s quieter than he was before the fire and the coma, and Laura isn’t sure if that’s because of the trauma he’s suffered, or if it’s just because his relationship with her is different than the one he had with her mother. As Talia’s left hand, Peter had been fiery, sharp, and quick to judgement. With Laura he is slower and quieter, and she sometimes thinks that’s for her benefit. That he’s being patient with her, and letting her find her feet as his alpha. A part of her—the alpha—thinks it should rankle. But the rest of her remembers all the times Uncle Peter helped her climb up high, or held her hand so she didn’t stumble, or carried her piggyback so she didn’t get left behind.

And it’s hard, sometimes, to be both his alpha and his niece. It’s a balancing act she’s not sure she’s got the hang of yet.

There’s the betrayal too, and sometimes it still lies heavily between them.

Laura left him, and he went mad with pain and grief and loneliness, and if she hadn’t stepped back quickly enough that night in the Preserve, he would have killed her.

Peter exhales slowly, and leans forward again. “I think you’re right about bringing a baby into the pack instead of an adult. I also think you should reconsider whether or not you want to risk losing your friendship with this boy.” He inclines his head. “But you’re the alpha, and if you decide to do this, then I’ll support your decision.”

Laura understands his reticence. She knows there’s a good chance this will mess up her friendship with Stiles. The dumb irony of it is, though, that if Stiles wasn’t the kind of guy who’d get emotionally invested then she wouldn’t want his baby anyway. But his scent… there’s something so right about it. Her instincts are telling her that this is what she needs, what the pack  needs.

She holds Peter’s gaze. “I’m doing it,” she tells him firmly.

He nods, his expression softening. “Then I’ll arrange to have the money made available.”

***

Derek gets in from work at dawn, and Laura lays awake and listens to him climb the steps. Then she hears the snick of his bedroom door, the rustle of clothing, and the creak of his mattress as he climbs into bed.

She sometimes feels as though he’s as much of a ghost as her siblings that died in the fire. They inhabit the same spaces, but Derek just drifts through them, doesn’t he?

Laura’s tried to talk to him before, but it’s as though she just can’t connect with him anymore. As though she reaches and she reaches, but her fingers pass right through him. She doesn’t know what to do to bring him back when he won’t talk and he flinches away from physical contact.

She doesn’t know how to stop him from fading away.

***

Peter is nothing if not thorough. Two nights later, when Derek’s at work, he turns up at the loft with eight thousand dollars in cash in a Hello Kitty backpack.

Laura blinks at it, but no, it still doesn’t make any sense.

“Briefcases are so cliché,” Peter tells her with his customary smirk. “Now, I know this is something you want to do for your friend, but you’re not going to pay if he’s shooting blanks, I hope.”

“I didn’t really consider that.”

“Well, you should,” Peter says. “So I would suggest you offer him a few hundred up front, and the rest if it takes. I also spoke to a lawyer friend of mine and he’s emailing me a contract that should cover everything you need, up to and including what happens in the event that you, me and Derek all die and leave the child with no other family.”

A chill runs down Laura’s spine, and she wishes that scenario didn’t seem quite so possible. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Of course not,” Peter says. “But if it did, you need to think about who you would want the child to go to. The father?”

“I don’t know.” Laura rubs her chest to ease the sudden tightness there. “I don’t know?”

“Then think about it,” Peter says softly. “You plan for the worst and hope for the best, Lulu.”

God. He hasn’t called her that since she was still wearing pigtails.

“I still have Satomi Ito’s number somewhere,” Peter continues. “You probably don’t remember her very well, but I think you met her a few times. She’d certainly be at the top of my list when it comes to guardianship, since you can’t really just drop a child who is likely to be born a werewolf into the system, or into his biological father’s human family.”

Peter has a point.

And he’s not talking about some car accident or something in this scenario, is he? If the worst was to happen then it would be because of hunters, and the baby would be safer in an established pack than with Stiles and his invalid father.

“I remember Satomi,” Laura says softly. “Should I contact her or…”

“I’ll take care of it,” Peter says.

“Thank you.”

“It’s my job,” Peter says, his mouth quirking with the hint of what might even be a genuine smile. “Alpha.”

***

Laura falls asleep on the couch, the plum-colored cushions jammed under her head and the not-quite-clashing olive throw rug pulled over her. She wakes up when she hears the loft door slide open with a screech, and blinks in the gray, washed-out light of an overcast dawn.

Derek closes the door again, and moves into the kitchen. The loft is open plan downstairs, so Laura can see him. He’s illuminated for a moment in the light from the refrigerator—the sharp angles of his face, his stubble, his green eyes that are all the colors of the Preserve at once—and then he grabs a soda and closes the refrigerator door again. The kitchen is plunged back into gloom.

He leans against the sink to drink his soda, all tense broad shoulders and leather jacket, and Laura wonders what happened to her little brother who was so loose-limbed and quick to smile.

She remembers how good he was with Cora and the twins when they were small. Remembers how he’d let them crawl all over him, and how he’d blow raspberries on their tummies as they shrieked with laughter. How he was the one who liked to watch the babies get their baths, or have their diapers changed. How he’d forestall any tears by shaking rattles for them, and tickling toes. Laura, when she was a kid, was always bored with babies. They didn’t do  anything. Derek was a nurturer.

She wonders if Derek will remember how to be like that with a new baby in the pack.

“How was work?” she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper in the dawn.

“Good.” His usual monotone.

He rolls his shoulders, puts his soda can in the trash, and climbs the stairs to his room.

***

The bells on the door jangle as Stiles steps inside the diner, tugging his plaid shirt around him as the wind attempts to dislodge it. There’s a leaf stuck in his hair.

He sidles up to the counter, and sits on one of the stools. Spins back and forth on it for a moment.

“Hey,” Laura says, when she’s cleared the customer waiting for a takeout coffee.

He smells like sour anxiety and adrenaline. His face is pinched pink from more than the wind outside. “So, um, have you got that contract for me?”

Laura fetches it from under the counter and sets it down in front of him.

It’s only two pages, and it’s written in easy-to-understand language. No fine print or disclaimers or legal jargon to confuse them with. Stiles reads it slowly and silently, chewing his bottom lip as he does.

Laura pretends not to watch him as she sweeps a cloth over the counter, swiping crumbs away.

Stiles looks up. “Full disclosure. I have ADHD. Also, my mom died of frontotemporal dementia, and my dad was, um…” He clears his throat. “He drank too much for a while. Like, genetically, I’m not exactly a prize.”

“It’s fine,” Laura tells him. “None of that is a deal breaker to me, Stiles.”

She’s a werewolf. It’s likely her baby will be a werewolf too. And even if it isn’t… Stiles is smart and cute and funny and he smells like home. Her wolf is drawn to him, and Laura hasn’t felt so certain of anything in a very long time.

Stiles nods. “This is going to change things between us, isn’t it?”

Laura’s heart sinks. “Probably.”

“Like, you won’t want me washing dishes here anymore?”

“The point of the money is so you don’t have to do that,” Laura tells him. “You can actually get more than five hours sleep a night.”

“Right,” Stiles says, and his throat clicks as he swallows. “Right. I can still study here though, right?”

“Yes.” Laura can barely breathe as she watches him pull a pen out of his backpack.

“Hey, Harold,” Stiles calls to the old drunk in the corner booth. “Want to be our witness?”

Laura’s heart swells.

***

Mieczyslaw Stilinski.

Hours later, when the diner is empty and even old Harold has left to stagger home. Laura stares at the signature scrawled on the bottom of the contract, tears stinging her eyes, and wonders if he even knows what a gift he is giving her.

[seven-oomen]

Till the end of the line - Chapter four

Bucky

He carefully sat down on the floor and gave the little pup that was staring at him a gentle smile. He didn’t remember much of his past, just bits and pieces. What he did remember was a small part of a conversation between him and Steve. At least, he suspected it had actually happened. Sometimes it was difficult to distinguish memory from fantasy.

*

May 1941

They were sitting outside on the fire escape, just listening to the sounds of New York City around them. A couple of young pups, barely five years old were playing down on the street below.

“You know,” Bucky turned just a little to look his mate in the eyes. The smaller Alpha looked up at him, head cocked to the side just a little. “Someday you, me and our Omega will have pups. We’ll be fathers, Stevie, and we’ll show the world we’re great ones.”

“We don’t need to prove that to anyone but our Omega, our pups and ourselves, Buck. Nobody else matters.”

“I know, but I still want to prove I can be a great one. It’s all I ever wanted, Stevie. To be a father and have pups of my own. I just want a family.”

*

September 2016

He was pulled from his thoughts when one of the pups left the safety of Oliver and Thea’s warmth and approached him slowly. It was the little girl with dark hair and brown eyes. He’d say she was of Arab descent but he didn’t want to assume anything in regards to her parentage.

“Hi.” The seven-year old whispered as she shuffled closer. “What’s your name?”

Bucky smiled at the child’s curiosity. “I’m-” he paused, “I’m James. What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Yalina.” The child answered softly, tipping her head forward to hide her face behind a curtain of her long dark hair.

“That’s a beautiful name, sweetheart. What does it mean?”

“It means soft or gentle in Arab. Papa says that’s what my daddy wanted to name me before daddy went to heaven.”

He didn’t really know what to say to that. So he settled for the first thing that came to mind. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Yalina looked up and gave him a small smile before shrugging her shoulders. “It’s okay, it happened a long time ago. I wasn’t born yet.” She tucked some of her hair behind an ear. “Why do you only have one arm?”

James looked at the metal stump of his left arm and smiled sadly at the pup. “I lost my arm a long time ago, and a doctor gave me a metal arm, but someone destroyed it recently. So it’s gone, the doctors here are trying to build me a new arm.”

“My papa could build you a new arm, he can build anything!” Yalina grinned, nodding happily as she studied the stump. “Yup he can build you a new one, you just have to ask nicely.”

“I’m sure he could, sweetheart.” He didn’t want to tell her it had been Stark that had destroyed his arm. Not that he blamed the man, not really. He’d have gone ballistic if his mom’s killer had been standing in front of him.

“Do you wanna help me draw? I’m trying to draw a new schematic for this little robot I’m building, but I keep messing up. I need some help.”

It surprised him that this little girl seemed so smart for her age, then again, Tony Stark was a genius. It wasn’t much of a stretch to assume his kids were too. “Sure, I’ll try. But I ain’t an expert on robots or anything, sweetheart.”

“That’s okay, you can keep me company!” Yalina smiled brightly at him and ran over to the coffee table to drag it over.

“Oh, you done it now, Barnes…” Colonel Rhodes chuckled from the other side of the room.

It unnerved him just a bit. Had he done anything wrong already? “Done what?”

“She’s not gonna leave you alone, anymore. You realize that?” Rhodes nodded to the little pup that more or less plopped herself down in Bucky’s lap. “She’s gonna stick to you like an octopus and refuse to let go. She does that at times, I mean, it’s rare… But when she does it, she won’t shut up about her robots. She’s too much like Tony for that.”

“Mr. James, hold my ruler please.” Yalina grabbed a hold of his right hand and more or less pressed the ruler into it. Positioning it just right on the paper schematics laying on the table. “Don’t move, I just gotta draw a line.”

“Sure, sweetie.” He looked back up at Rhodes. “So I’m stuck here until she decides she’s done-?”

“Now hold it at a forty-five-degree angle.” Yalina manipulated the ruler in his hand.

“Like that?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, stay still.” Yalina scolded.

“Oh yeah, you’re stuck, Barnes.” Rhodes laughed

“Mind if I join you?” Thea had approached them, taking a seat next to Bucky so she could see what her little sister was drawing.

“Only if you don’t steal my idea, Thee.” Yalina frowned and leaned back into him.

It was strange and yet comforting to have a little pup trust him so blindly. His inner Alpha was strangely pleased with the fact that his Omega’s pups had some form of trust in him. He didn’t have the same problem as Steve’s Alpha, he didn’t just see Thea as his pup. To him, any of Tony’s pups were his pups, even if he hadn’t sired them.

“Don’t worry, Lina. I’m not going to.” Thea reassured her sibling, sitting down on Bucky’s right. “So what are you drawing?”

“It’s a robot, like Dumm-E, U, and Butterfingers.” Yalina turned to look at her older sister, cuddling closer to Bucky in the process.

He didn’t mind, it was kind of comforting to know one of the pups seemed to like him. “Who are Dummy, You and Butterfingers?”

“They’re papa’s Artificial Intelligence robots. He build them while in college.” Thea explained. “They run his entire workshop, well, more or less.”

“More or less?” For a moment he felt like a little kid. He didn’t know why but science fascinated him immensely. Maybe it was a thing he’d liked before HYDRA? It seemed to be the most probable scenario.

“They kinda have a will on their own.” Thea shrugged.

“And they make poisonous smoothies. Papa says they mean well but they haven’t figured out yet that Motor oil isn’t a good smoothie ingredient.” Yalina giggled, the little Omega focused back on her drawing and carefully added some lines. She was a sly little thing, manipulating his hand to hold the ruler with little trouble.

“Really?” That sounded like a potential hazard to him and he was surprised that Stark let those robots anywhere near his pups. Though neither of the girls seemed to fear the robots, if anything they were referring to them affectionately.

“Yeah, but they mean well. They’re just a bunch of electronic idiots.” Oliver had gotten up from his position on the couch and sat down on Bucky’s left, Laura cradled in his arms. That pup just seemed to sleep through everything…

The little Alpha boy, Harvey, clearly didn’t want to be left behind on the couch. The little Alpha took a seat behind him and promptly fell back asleep, using Bucky’s back as his personal pillow.

“My bot will be smarter, almost as smart as JARVIS was. Like FRIDAY or JOCASTA.”

“I’m sure he or she will be.” He didn’t doubt that for a single second, judging by what he’d seen of these kids so far.

“You’re a suck up, James.” Thea chuckled, shaking her head.

“Quite a big one at that.” Oliver added, “but, that makes you bearable to be around. So you got that going for you.”

“Thanks, I think.” He meant it, knowing that the pups were willing to spend some time with him, that he had a chance at a family. It meant the world to him.

“Doesn’t mean we’ll accept you… you’re miles away from that, if you’ll ever get there at all. We tolerate you, that’s all.” Oliver gave him a pointed look but made no effort to move away from him. He considered it to be a good sign.

Yalina let go of his hand and leaned back into his chest. “When is papa coming back? I miss him.”

He felt a sharp tug in his chest at those words. He honestly didn’t know when they would find Stark, or in what sort of condition the Omega would be. “I don’t know, but we’re gonna do everything we can to find him.”

*

Steve

He quite honestly felt like a bit of a dick the second he was out of the room. There were a million different ways of handling a situation like that and he’d gone ahead and chose the worst one. Yes, Tony was still hiding secrets and that didn’t sit well with his conscious, but, in this case the Omega had been right to do so. Steve was just too damn stubborn to admit it out loud. He regretted that now. He hadn’t meant to scare the pups, he hadn’t meant to come across as a total dick, but he still did it anyway. There was no excuse for that.

He ran a hand through his short blond hair and sighed. There wasn’t much he could do about that now though, so he better focus on getting Tony back. Make himself useful.

“What do you mean you haven’t found him yet?!”

Steve knew that voice, but the last time he heard it was..-

He’d barely turned the corner into the room the voice originated from when a fist connected with his jaw. He staggered back, hitting the wall behind him. He cupped his jaw and worked it slowly. Damn that had hurt.

“Sharon?” He looked at the smaller woman with wide eyes. The Beta’s glare was murderous and if it weren’t for the man holding her back, Steve would’ve been on his back, on the ground, getting the shit beaten out of him. The Alpha knew that much.

“Don’t you Sharon me, Rogers. This is your goddamn fault. You were supposed to talk to him. Not beat him to a pulp and abandon him!” Agent Carter looked ready to make another swing at him, but the man behind her managed to gently coax her away from Steve and faced the Beta.

“Sharon, honey. Why don’t you help Pepper and Peter with the rescue plan? I’ll deal with Captain Rogers over here.”

Sharon slowly exhaled and nodded, turning on her heel to join Pepper and T’Challa on the other side of the room. They were looking at a series of holographic images, maps if he had to take a guess. A young man of barely fifteen stood behind them. That had to be Peter. A low growl sounded to his right and he turned to look at the other man.

Steve seized the other Alpha up, the other man had less muscle mass but the glint in his eyes betrayed a sharp mind. The military uniform the other Alpha wore indicated that he was a colonel in the Army. Not the kind of man you would want to pick a fight with. Then again, neither was Steve himself. The serum gave him the upper hand, but he’d rather not spill more blood than was absolutely necessary.

“Look I know I messed up. Really messed up. But-”

“Damn straight you did.” The man’s brown eyes settled onto Steve. There was something familiar about him, but he just couldn’t place it. “And I promise you Rogers that if we don’t find Tony, I’m gonna rip you apart piece by piece. I don’t care what the mark on your shoulder says. You don’t fucking deserve him, and you don’t deserve his family. So why don’t you do us all a favor and sod the hell off?”

“I can’t. I made a mistake, a very, very grief mistake. But now that I know the truth I can’t leave. I can’t stay away.” Steve sighed. He would forever have to live with what he and Bucky had done to Tony, though at the time it had been in self-defense. It didn’t make it right, not really. Especially not the part where both Alpha’s just abandoned their Omega. Even though neither Steve or Bucky had known the truth at the time.

“You should, Captain. You’d do us all a favor.”

“Harrold, could you come take a look at this?” Miss Potts’s voice broke the tension between the Alphas. Both of them made their way over to Pepper and stood on opposite ends of the table.

“We managed to obtain security footage from the facility in Siberia. FRIDAY if you will.” Pepper said.

“Of course, Madam.” FRIDAY’s Irish accent rang through the room.

*

Tony was lying on the concrete floor of the Siberian facility. His arc reactor was out, his face completely covered in bruises, his lip was split. More importantly, the Omega wasn’t moving. A black clad military figure entered the far left of the screen, followed by five others. The special forces soldier seemed to look down at Tony and kicked the unconscious body none too gently.

“How the mighty have fallen…” A distorted voice said. Whoever it was didn’t want to risk being recognized, that much was clear. The other soldiers worked to get Tony out of the suit, but there wasn’t anything FRIDAY could do to defend the Omega. The suit was offline, out of commission. And thus it was opened up very quickly. Thankfully Tony stayed unconscious as they dragged him out and threw him at the feet of the soldier in charge.

The man in question bend down and pulled Tony up by his neck, leaving bruises in the form of fingers on his throat. “We’ll get what we want. Make sure he can’t escape. Leave his hands intact, break his legs.”

The footage flickered as the soldier pushed Tony in the arms of another soldier. Two more took swings at Tony’s lower legs until a set of audible cracks were heard and the footage cut off abruptly.

[inferno-loop]

Hiraeth: Chapter 2

JUNGKOOK X READER, WOLF AU

3.9K words

Jungkook walked briskly, blending in perfectly with the opulent interior of his hotel. His magenta dinner jacket was buttoned at the front and his pants were ironed to perfection. The classic peak lapel of his jacket was of a slightly darker shade, almost brownish-black with a tint of red. His coal-black hair was styled to suit his position in the hierarchy of the hotel- the owner. His eyes, however, seemed stormy and nervous and his hands were shaking. He stepped out of his luxurious hut in the open to walk towards his car. He couldn’t get his mind off the dialogue, that he moments ago had been a part of in that accursed suite. He stopped dead in his tracks as he recalled the conversation for the hundredth time after leaving the suite.

                                                          ***

30 minutes ago;

“The wolf princess is alive and…she is in this city.”

The suite went silent as Namjoon finished delivering the news. Jungkook looked around and narrowed his eyes. The nervous faces of his brothers and the deadpanned look on the face of Durion were beginning to unsettle Jungkook as well.

“How are we so sure of this?” He broke the silence. Everyone looked up at him. “Don’t you think the presence of the wolf princess would have come into our notice if she was indeed alive and more so, in our vicinity?” He spoke, gaining confidence in his logic.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok asked him with confusion evident in his voice.

“I mean,�� Jungkook walked towards Namjoon. “That this is a baseless assumption. You know this, hyung. The dynamics of our world are different from the world of humans. Our kind is privy to every wolf present in this city. That’s how this works. We may not know their identity, but we can feel their life forces. In this scenario, a presence as pronounced as her’s would go unnoticed? I refuse to believe that. There must be some misunderstanding.”

The sound of mocking laughter filled the suite making everyone inside turn their head towards the direction of the nasty sound. It was Durion, in a seemingly uncomfortable position with his head thrown back in loud amusement and his hands on his stomach. He dramatically wiped a fake tear off his eye and kept his kept his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder with a pitiful expression on his face.

“Oh my dear Jungkook! You are still so young…my poor boy.”

Jungkook eyes flared as anger threatened to consume his entire being. The tense atmosphere in the room increased exponentially with the fury that was radiating from youngest of the pack. “What do think you are doing, Durion?” Jungkook said in a tight voice.

Durion merely rolled his eyes and just brushed him off. “Oh please. You don’t have to get so worked up, young one. I just wanted to tell you how foolish your logic sounds.”

Jungkook scoffed. “What did you say?”

“Listen to me carefully, kid.” Durion began. “____ may have been a princess in title but she was no less than a queen. She is different from the likes of you and I. She is made of snow, pure white snow. Hiding her aura and her life force? These are mere magic tricks for her. It’s no difficult than breathing is.” Jungkook and Namjoon exchanged glances as Durion continued. “The white wolves are purest of the pure, blessed by the moon goddess herself. ____, too, is a white wolf. A strong one.” Durion looked at Jungkook and that was when Jungkook saw it. While Durion’s face was completely devoid of any emotion, his eyes were strange. His eyes held in them a raving madness as though he was talking about a prize, an extremely valuable prize but a prize nonetheless. Jungkook narrowed his eyes. Something felt extremely off.

“Didn’t you kill some of those white wolves you’re mentioning? I thought you prided yourself on that.” Jungkook’s said, snapping Durion out of his trance.

“Of course not.” Durion gave Jungkook an amused smile. “I do not have the skill to kill a white wolf by my own- I reckon no one does. The annihilation of these beautiful monsters was planned for years, and…” He smirked at his audience. “It was in fact the wolf princess who killed the King and the Queen.” Jungkook closed his eyes in frustration and took deep breaths to calm himself down. Patience had never been his strong point and Durion was just going in circles.

“We know that, Durion.” He opened his eyes and said through grit teeth. “Tell us something of value. Aren’t you the one who claimed that the princess was dead?”

“Assumed.” Durion corrected Jungkook. “I had assumed that she died. She was nowhere to be seen and in the past 500 years not even a trace has surfaced so I assumed that she had died. I should have known better.”

Jungkook frowned. “Not even a trace in the past 500 years, you say. That means you found a trace.”

Durion smirked and started fake clapping. “That is the right answer.”

“Why don’t you stop with you theatrics and then we can discuss the real problem, eh?” Jin said as he emerged from the corner and stood beside Jungkook. “What is the trace that you speak of?”

“Sure, sure.” Durion waved his hand. “It was a boy. He claims that his teacher is a monster and that she tried to kill him.”

Jungkook’s eye twitched as he tried to keep in his anger. “Don’t tell me that’s what you call a fucking trace, Durion.”

“Of course it is pup.” Durion scoffed. “This professor he is talking about, he claims that she stopped time.”

“Durion!” Jungkook’s anger finally slipped out in his raised voice. “Does this look like a joke to you?”

Suddenly, all humor from Durion’s face vanished and when he spoke next, it sent chills down Jungkook’s spine.

“Does it look like I am joking, Jeon Jungkook?” He said. “I know what they’re like. And I know what it is that they can do. It is she, I am sure of it.”

A stunned silence engulfed the suite. These were things no one knew of and not having knowledge about the rare species made Jungkook more uncomfortable than he would like to admit.

“So what do we do?” Jimin spoke.  

“What else?” Durion said. “We find her and we get rid of her.”

Namjoon nervously looked around. Ráka was a peaceful pack. Strong but peaceful.  Violence was never a first resort for the Ráka wolves but in this case, nothing else seemed to come to Jungkook’s mind either. He could not risk a world where the white wolves terrorized his kind and more importantly, his family. Jungkook took a deep breath, preparing to submit his affirmative.  

“Hold on.”

A calm voice amidst the unsaid chaos called out. Everyone turned their head to see Yoongi leaning against the wall with his eyes shut and arms crossed. He opened his eyes and immediately rested them on Durion. Abandoning his backrest that was the wall, he stepped forward elegantly, walking till he reached Namjoon’s side, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the elder wolf.

“What is it, hyung?” Namjoon

“Durion.” Yoongi addressed the pale wolf, ignoring his younger brother.

For the second time in the night, Durion’s mockery and arrogance were nowhere in sight. They had been replaced by a grim look.

“Why do you really want to kill her?”

Durion didn’t bat an eyelid. He said, “I believe you know why.”

Yoongi pretended to think for a while and then he spoke, “No, I don’t.” He walked towards Durion until he was a foot away and spoke in a tone of voice that made everyone in the room tense. Yoongi’s tone of voice spoke volumes. He was preparing for a fight.  

“Now why don’t you tell me why you really want them dead?”

“Namjoon.” Durion said. His eyes were turning darker by the second. “Tell your second in command to back off. If he dares to question the authority of the-“

The next ten seconds happened quicker than anyone the room would have liked them to. In one swift motion, Yoongi’s hands were around Durion’s neck pinning him to the wall. Durion’s eyes went wide with anger and before anyone could exhale, his eyes were already bleeding blue. Namjoon jumped forward, his eyes wide, and put a hand on Yoongi’s chest to stop him from going any further. Meanwhile, Jungkook just stood there in shock. He had never seen Yoongi aggrieved to an extent of using violence.

“Hyung!” The leader was pleading with Yoongi. “Please step back! Why are you doing this?”

Yoongi’s eyes were fixed on Durion, his chest heaving up and down with an emotion Jungkook couldn’t place his finger on. He didn’t loosen his hold on Durion’s neck. For a moment, all Jungkook could do was stand there and look at Yoongi in shock and wait as Durion’s jaw dislocated itself to accommodate the size of his humongous canines. He only snapped out of it when Yoongi growled in a deep, feral voice and his eyes began changing color to golden brown. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen was a battle not between Yoongi and Durion in their human forms, but between two potent wolves. He gasped, running forward and grabbing Yoongi to pull him back while Namjoon placed himself in front of Yoongi, facing Durion. The tense atmosphere of the room had multiplied within seconds.

Jungkook struggled to hold Yoongi back from reaching for Durion’s neck. He grunted as he put all his strength in dragging Yoongi away to a corner and looked at him goggle-eyed, trying to find out the reason behind his rage. Nothing. Jungkook’s heart was beating so fast by now that he could hear the quickening thud all the way to his toes. He was sure that he must have had terrible expression on his face because the next thing he saw was Yoongi looking at him, his eyes changing back to black. He put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as though he wanted assure him that he wasn’t going pull any other stunt and that’s when Jungkook discerned that he was holding his brother by his arm tight enough to cut off the blood supply. He immediately let go Yoongi and looked at him. “Hyun-“

“Don’t worry.” Yoongi cut him off. He looked Jungkook straight in his eyes and Jungkook understood that he wanted him to lay off. He would know everything soon enough. Jungkook collected himself and gave him a curt nod. He turned around to see Namjoon still standing in front of Durion blocking his way and Hoseok and Jin right behind him.

“Leave, Durion. I will contact you when the time is right.”  Namjoon said.

Durion’s eyes snapped from Yoongi to Namjoon, his jaw now almost back to the size of a regular human but his eyes were still a blazing blue and angry. Jungkook could see the madness in his eyes spurting from the humiliation he had just endured.

“You would dare to humiliate me this way?” He growled. He lurched forward to grab Namjoon’s collar but Namjoon cut him off by placing his hand on the older wolf’s chest.

Then, he spoke in the deadliest voice anyone had ever heard coming out of his mouth.

“Durion. I do not know what you did to incite such rage from my brother but keep in mind, if it was anything remotely bad and if I end up finding a voice of reason behind his rage- you will have hell to pay. Trust my words, right now you do not want to be here. Leave this instant. I will contact you, you can be sure of that.” Namjoon’s hand left Durion’s chest and returned to his side.

Durion looked at Namjoon, gritting his teeth and with one last hateful stare aimed at Yoongi, he turned around and left the suite.

“So, hyung, you want to tell us what that was all about?” Namjoon said as he turned around and faced Yoongi, whose face was grim.

“We’re not brothers by blood, Namjoon-ah.”  Yoongi began.

“Hyung.” Hoseok warned him but Yoongi help up a hand.

“Hear me out, brother.” He looked back at Namjoon. “ Namjoon-ah, do you remember why we came together despite not being of the same blood?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” Namjoon said.

Yoongi nodded. “I said nothing when you formed an alliance with that beast. I know what you were thinking when you did that, kid. And I respect that. However, hunting to fulfill that fiend’s crazed quest to annihilate the lone survivor of a wronged pack? This is not who we are, Namjoon-ah.”

Namjoon sighed. “This is much different than how you are putting it to be, hyung. I’m not with Durion on this either but…you have no idea about the boundaries of her powers. They’re limitless. If she should decide to turn against anyone then…”

“Has she?”

“What?”

“Has she turned against anyone?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon sighed. “Not that I know of…but-“

“It’s been 500 years and everything has been quiet. This war that Durion keeps on mentioning, happened when most of us weren’t even alive. We have not one thing to pile against the dire wolves whereas Durion…his atrocities are unequaled. Who should we really be fighting against, Namjoon-ah?”

The conflict in Namjoon’s mind was visible in his frown.

“That’s what I thought.” Yoongi’s smile was melancholic. “I know your intentions are not to cause harm and trust me, I will fight and die by your side if it should come to that but things will never be the same brother. Should the blood of an innocent come on my hand…” He voice trailed off.

A morbid silence settled in the suite, forcing Jungkook to take a deep breath to calm his nerves. Yoongi did not need to complete his sentence for Jungkook to know what he meant. Yoongi would choose to embrace death before hurting an innocent. He had good reason to…everyone in the room did. However, Jungkook could not bring himself to agree with Yoongi. His words were true but a creature of such power was a threat no matter how Jungkook saw it. The very reason that had Yoongi willing to die for it, made Jungkook’s reason firmer. His family being at risk was not an option.

“Hyung.” Jungkook said. “…We must.”

Yoongi turned around and looked at him, slight confusion etched in his eyes. “What?”

Jungkook sighed and closed his eyes. “She must die.” He opened his eyes to find Yoongi staring at him tight-lipped. “Namjoon-hyung is right. The lives at stake if the princess lives outnumber your cause greatly. Think about them as well, hyung. Is it okay to let the fate of mortals around her rest on the princess’s whims? We cannot just take a backseat and wait for the day she decides to unleash her rage.” He finished.

Yoongi stood there, staring at Jungkook with a stony face. “Is there no one here who feels differently from Jungkook?”

When his question was met with silence, he nodded. He said, “I see.” The he turned around to face Namjoon and continued. “I’ve told you kid, I’ll fight all our battles by your side.”

Namjoon smiled at that. He hadn’t doubted for a second that Yoongi would abandon him. However, he could see in Yoongi’s countenance that something had cracked underneath and he had made a resolve. Namjoon lost his smile.

Yoongi turned around to leave but stopped at the door, his hand resting on the doorknob. He turned around to look over his shoulder. He said, “Let me ask you one question Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook looked up, surprised that he had been acknowledged. He expected Yoongi to not speak to him after what he had said. “…Of course, hyung. What is it?”

“What would you do if Durion were to kill me tomorrow for what I did to him today?”

Jungkook grit his teeth and stepped forward. Even the thought of Durion hurting his brothers riled Jungkook up. Unhesitatingly he said, “I would rip him to shreds before he even came near you, hyung.”

Jungkook thought he saw a smile on Yoongi’s face but the next thing he heard had him doubting his eyes.

“That’s what he did to her entire family…and she has lived with it for 500 years. Think about that, Jungkook.”

Then he turned the knob and left the suite.

“Hello? Are you okay sir?”

Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing his name. His senses reawakened and he turned around to see his director of management standing behind him. Jungkook apologized and acknowledged him with a handshake.

“I’m sorry Mr. Seok, I was occupied with some thoughts. I didn’t see you there.”

Mr. Seok gave him a curt nod. “It’s quite alright. You were standing immobile for quite a while so I thought I’d check on you. Is everything alright?”

Jungkook smiled at the man. The weren’t many humans he was fond of but Mr. Seok, despite being technically younger than Jungkook always gave him a very warm, fatherly vibe. He was a hardworking employee and a good man.

“I’m quite alright. How are doing, Mr. Seok?”

“I’m just going to visit my mother.” He gave Jungkook a sweet smile only for it to be replaced by worried look. “I must warn her.”

Jungkook looked at the ‘elder’ man in surprise. He couldn’t guess his mother was still alive. The worried look on his face made Jungkook put his hand gently on Mr. Seok’s shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

Mr. Seok sighed dramatically. “She’s old, you see. Very old. You could almost call her ancient.” He gave a small laugh, which made Jungkook smile. “There are these men, though. They want to harm her. A bunch of insecure goons, really.”

Jungkook wasn’t surprised. Mr. Seok was a rich man and considering he had his own family, his mother must not live with him. A rich, old lady living alone? This could turn out to be very bad news.

“You should report these men to the police Mr. Seok, before they harm your mother.”

“Oh no, not at all.”

In that moment, Mr. Seok’s face-hardened and he looked so hateful, Jungkook had to take a step back.  He said, “My mother is very well equipped, sir. Should anyone dare to harm her, they will lose their head.”

Jungkook looked at him with wide eyes. However, the very next moment, he went back to being an old worried man. “But a son worries, you know.”

“Y-Yes, of course.” Jungkook stuttered.

“Well,” Dae-Seok looked at his watch. “I have taken too much of your good time sir. Forgive me. Safe travels.” He held up his hand and Jungkook took it. There was no trace of hate in the old man’s words or actions anymore. Jungkook frowned. Maybe he was becoming too paranoid. Of course Mr. Seok would get angry with someone harming his mother. Jungkook knew how angry he could get if it came on his family. He shook his hand and walked to his car. He sat inside, shut the door, turned the ignition and sighed.

“Safe travels indeed.”

Dae-Seok entered your apartment quietly to find you sipping on some green tea with your back to the front door.

“______, you know I’m here.”  

You turned around and looked at him. “That’s Diana for you. And of course, I do. Sit down. Tea?”

He shook his head. “I don’t have a lot of time. My son’s coming back from the States today. I just came here to show you something. Please get your laptop.”

You narrowed your eyes and got up from your seat. You bent down and picked up your laptop, which was balanced again the high chairs. You took it out and put it in front of him.

He got to work immediately. He took out a memory card from his pocket and inserted it in the drive. His face was angry but determined.

“What is this about kid?”

“You know it.”

You sighed but didn’t say anything. You seemed to have reason for his actions and you were not about to throw him off.

“Alright.” He spoke. “This is my boss, Jeon Jungkook. He is heading to one of the suites where his entire family and another man are already waiting. I installed a camera without his knowledge and I’m positive he doesn’t know of it. None of them do. Now, listen to the conversation very carefully.” He stepped back.

You complied and listened carefully as the entire scene broke out. However, none of it mattered to you the moment your eyes fell on the conniving bastard, your age-old nemesis, and the murderer of your family.

Durion.

Your eyes went wide with rage the moment you spotted him. Dae-Seok rushed forward to calm you down. “What happened? Diana? _____?” When you wouldn’t stop shaking and your eyes began bleeding red, Dae-Seok screamed.

“Mom!”

You gasped and turned around to see Dae-Seok eyes brimming with tears and his hands shaking. You took one long stride and hugged him to your chest. “I’m sorry Dae-Seok.” You said as the red in our eyes settled.

He separated himself from your grip and took your hand in his. “W-What happened there?”

“It’s him. He is the one. That-“ You pointed your finger to the screen without looking. “is Durion.”

Dae-seok’s eyes were wide. “What?”

You took your hand away from his and turned your attention back to the screen. You took a deep breath and hit the play button again. Your rage would have to wait.

You finished listening to the entire footage and opened your eyes. Without, turning back to face Dae-Seok, you said:

“Dae-Seok…who did you say your boss is, again?”

He came forward and pointed towards the man in a rich suit standing in the center of the suite, looking at the door in astonishment after his brother had walked out.

You nodded and turned back to face Dae-seok. “Go. Leave this place and don’t back here again unless I summon you.”

“What?”

“They are after me, Dae Seok.” He opened his mouth to interrupt, surely to tell you he wouldn’t leave you alone but you cut him with your hand. “No, listen to me. I am invincible until they find a weakness. They are not capable of defeating me in physical or mental combat. Dae-Seok,” You smoothened out his hair by running a hand over it. “You are my weakness. Should they find you, I will suffer the same fate I did more than 500 years ago. If you stay out of this, no one can touch a hair on my body. Do you understand?” You finished.

Dae-seok looked conflicted but at last he nodded and spoke. “Okay. I will not come to you.” You smiled at him. “But what are you going to do?” He asked you with worry etched on his wrinkled face than made him look older than he was.

Your smile disappeared and your face hardened. You turned back to look at the screen, which was frozen at the last scene. A perplexed man standing in the center, surprised by the brother’s words. Your voice didn't quiver when you spoke next.

“It’s time to pay your boss a visit.” 

Much love,

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