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ldysmfrst · 9 months ago

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American Mate - (5) Heated Discussions (M)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3,354 (sorry it is so short)

Work count for Story: 20,717

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter has injury, anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, forced close proximity, and scenting.

This chapter has a slightly mature scene at the end. At the start of the mature scene, the following banner will be displayed:

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Keep Safe.

First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child or someone incompetent.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile softly at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain and minorly intimidated by the bodyguards, you felt safe around them.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon.

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

As he speaks, you feel a tail wrap around your waist, and a hand touches your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Yoongi has his hand on your upper back but keeps looking away from you towards his packmates.

You notice that the group has gathered in a circle as if something significant is being discussed. Not wanting to keep Yoongi from doing something important, you look back at the manager, asking, “Manager Sejin, I do not feel so well. Can you please take me to the van? I would like to sit down and process things.”

He nods, moves towards the van in front, and opens the sliding door.

“Mr. Min,” you smile softly at the jaguar as he looks at you, keeping an ear tuned in to his mates. “I am going to go sit in the van. I am sure that I will be fine there while I wait for you and your packmates.”

Adding a bit of a pout to your smile, you ask, “Can you go and make sure everything is okay so that we can go? My hand is really starting to hurt?”

“Yes. Van safe. Manager Safe. Go packhouse now.” Yoongi responds.

After exiting the elevator, Taehyung makes to stay with you, Yoongi, and the manager but is stopped by Jungkook. The younger one knows Taehyung would want to be a part of the discussion that is soon to come, even if he is still in Alpha Space.

After you had gone far enough away with Yoongi and their manager, the remaining packmates circled up at the youngest's request. Automatically, the mates seek comfort in one another. It’s one thing to find your mate but another to find a human mate.

Jungkook hugs Taehyung from behind, while Jimin hugs Hoseok around the waist as he leans against Seokjin.

Most of the pack had been through finding mates since there were six of them before you came along. Jungkook was the only one who understood the concept of what to do with a new mate but had never been on this side of the situation.

“There are two vans. Obviously, Yoongi will be going in the van with Y/n, but who is going with them?” asks Jungkook, looking around as it dawns on them that the vans only fit five people in the back. Each mate immediately started proposing why they had to be in the same van as you, all at once.

Seokjin said he only got to speak to you before the observation room and needed to see if his Alpha would react like everyone else has so far.

Hoseok tops everyone, saying that he has only ever gotten to look at you and that it's high time he was able to speak to the newest mate.

Jimin agrees with Hoseok and thinks he can help get Yoongi out of Alpha Space on the trip to the packhouse.

Taehyung keeps quiet, his Alpha Space pulling at him to be near you again soon. However, Taehyung’s Alpha was much calmer and understood that being the second youngest meant he would most likely not be allowed to go.

Jungkook argues that he was the one who got you to calm down in the break room, and your instincts are already reacting to him. Therefore, he is the best person to keep you calm from here on out.

Rubbing his temples, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He said you were ‘no trouble,’ but you really are gonna be trouble for them, but not in a way he is worried about. It's just going to be a change in dynamic.

“Guys, we all want to spend time with our new mate, but we must remember that she is human and doesn’t understand. Right now, all she knows is that Yoongi is deep in Alpha Space, and we, as a pack, must help her situation,” explains Namjoon.

“How are we going to tell her, Hyung? If her family member's statement is true, she won’t believe us,” Jimin says, looking your way, ears flat in concern.

“That is a good question. I don’t have an answer right now,” laments the wolf hybrid.

“We may not have much time to come up with something. She needs to know. She needs to understand,” Hoseok voices with watery eyes. If what that man upstairs said truly is the kind of person you are, they must help you grow to recognize yourself.

Moving to hug Hoseok with the others, Jungkook adds, “She may know about hybrids, but she doesn’t know enough about the Alpha-side of the culture, and what’s even worse is that she doesn’t know how precious she is.”

“That’s it! I go in van. Show mate real!” Taehyung finally speaks up.

He turns to walk toward you with a puffed tail and determination, only to be stopped by Seokjin saying, “No, you have spent time with her. She knows you care, but she still thinks I am looking at one of the playmates they introduced us to. I am going to go with her.”

Within seconds, they are back to all talking over each other. Each of them demanded the other stay behind with justifications. This time, Namjoon joins in the fray. None of them notice that you have entered the van, and Yoongi is standing just outside the circle, watching the hushed chaos.

With a stern voice that is just a bit louder than everyone else, Yoongi declares, “Packhouse, go now. Mate in pain.”

Silence takes over the group as they all look in your direction. Though you are inside the van, they can still see you. Taking in your appearance, they notice your wrist keeps swelling more, your face is paler, and you are bouncing your leg with nerves.

"Yoongi-hyung is right. We need to go. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and I will go with Y/n. The rest of you will go in the other van,” Pack Alpha says with a hint of his Alpha voice, trying his best to get everyone going.

“No,” Seokjin counters. “I pull the eldest card. Kookie, I am sorry, but you should go with the others and help with Tae. I want to talk with her.”

“Hyuuunnnnggg,” whined the youngest, “fine, I will sit in the reject van.” Jungkook stomps off to the second van. His ears droopy, and his shoulders rounded like a scolded child.

“We got our bun,” Jimin says as he follows, pulling the still crystal-eyed Taehyung along, muttering promises of scenting, nesting, and various kinds of cuddles if the Alpha joins him and the bunny in the second van.

Approaching the front van, Manager Sejin opened it for you, helping you inside. You noticed that the driver was already inside as well.

“Oh, hello. My name is Y/n, sorry for any delay to the schedule,” you smile and nod apologetically to the man at the steering wheel.

Shaking his head, the man turned to you and said, “Not a problem Miss Y/n, Mr. Park always runs late anyways. My name is James, I will be your driver for today. Do you have a music preference?”

“The boys will want to talk with her, Mr. Green,” interrupts Manager Sejin.

Nodding, James smiles, “Well then how about some soft jazz instrumentals for some background noise?”

“Oh, do you have any Miles Davis?” you ask.

Pulling up the satellite radio, James searches for your request, and several options pop up. Leaning forward, you find one called Cozy Fall Jazz Vibes, and you point it out to him, “What about that one?”

“Oh, I have listened to that one before. Nice choice, most people around your age don’t know enough about jazz even to know who Miles Davis or any of the others listed, Miss Y/n,” complements James.

“Music is the gateway to the soul and an escape route for emotions, Mr. James,” you say with a far-off look in your eye. “Besides, I think we are closer in age than you realize.”

“You have to be like 24, maybe 26,” comments James, which causes you to laugh.

“Add about a decade. I am 35, Mr. Green,” you say light-heartedly. You had lost count of the times people guessed you to be the wrong age.

Both James and Manager Sejin’s eyes go round with shock. It’s Manager Sejin who speaks up first, “You’re an 80 what… 85-liner?”

“No, unless her birthday hasn’t hit yet, she is a 1986 baby like me,” smiles the driver. “What do you do? Bathe in the blood a virgin or something?”

Snickering, you shake your head, answering, “Nope, I rarely do anything because it feels like acid on my skin but when I do its just some basic face wash, sometimes lotion, and I hardly wear sunblock.”

“Lucky, I look like someone ran me over with a car and backed up again,” teases James.

“No, you don’t!” You scoff and then say, “Since we are so close in age, why don’t you drop the Miss, and I will drop the Mr.? We can speak comfortably.”

“Sure thing!” A beep on his cell phone from a text pulls his attention for a moment before he excuses himself from the van to make a call while you all wait for whatever the pack is discussing.

Taking a seat in the van, you notice two captain chairs and a bench seat. Not knowing where everyone else sat, you figured Yoongi’s Alpha would practically require him to sit near you, which meant the bench seat would be the best.

Sitting in the middle of the bench but on the edge of the seat, you bounce your leg while you wait because your anxiety is still bugging you. Your wrist is throbbing now as you cradle it like Yoongi did, but it just didn’t have the same pain-relieving effect.

You wish you had something to drink as you eye the bottles of water sitting in the different cup holders. Wishing they had something more potent or painkillers, you keep quiet, and your eyes return to watching the group talk.

Noticing where your line of sight was, Manager Sejin grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler built into the center console in the front of the van, opened it, and held it out to you, asking, “Would you like something to drink? We only have water.”

Taking the bottle of water with a shy smile, you mumble, “Oh, thank you, Sir. I didn’t want to take something that belonged to the pack.”

Shaking his head, Manager Sejin can smell your nervousness as his eyes flit over your form. Then he takes a quick look at the pack. They are still deep in discussion. Finally, he looks you in the eye with a sigh. He says, “Miss y/n, may I give you some advice?”

Swallowing your water quickly, you give him your full attention and nod.

“You are a person. A person that has needs, wants, and desires. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Ask for things. Demand things. I know they can be a bit much, trust me, but they are each a person just like you. Idol or not,” Manager Sejin says with a fond but honest smile.

At the sound of footsteps, both of you look to see some of them approaching. Before he moves to the front seat, he says, “They will be there for you.”

You are not sure what was more surprising.

The fact that the two captain's chairs could turn to face the backseat or that Yoongi allowed you to be sandwiched between his older packmates.

Seokjin entered first. He sat on the bench to your left, and you hurried over to give him room. This was short-lived because next came Hoseok.

Hoseok gracefully wiggled his way to your right side on the bench. No wonder he was a dance god, you thought to yourself as you dropped your eyes to the floor to avoid watching his chest and hips pass your face.

This puts you in the middle and makes you unable to keep any respectful distance between yourself and them. Feeling a blush creep up your neck and face as the two men’s bodies pressed against your larger form, you move to sit on one of the other chairs.

“Sit. Safe. Hyungs…hmmm…” Yoongi starts to explain, but his Alpha Space limits his words since he and his Alpha don’t want to give too much information about you being their mate just yet.

“Sit, please, doll. Yoongi-hyung will want to sit near the door to be your first line of defense. I guess you could say,” Hoseok speaks up gently, pulling at your elbow and guiding you back to your seat.

“Yes. Keep Safe. Guard.” Yoongi says with the look of a drill sergeant on his face as he takes the chair near the door. Namjoon, having already taken his seat in the other chair, spun it to face you after a short conversation with the driver and their manager.

“Guarding the door, got it but I could sit in the chair and Mr. Prime Alpha could sit with you. I am sure it would be more comfortable with him here than with me,” you say, pointing to the man you are talking about.

Next thing you know, you are face-to-face with Seokjin as he leans his chest across your body to buckle you in. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with his deep, intelligent eyes.

“I do hope you are not implying what I think you are,” Seokjin comments while handing Hoseok your seatbelt.

His eyes are searching yours for something. As your blush deepens, a smirk grows on his face before he says, “You are much cozier to sit with than Joon, Miss Y/n.”

You are dizzy at the thought of making yourself ‘cozy’ with Seokjin. Blinking rapidly, you try to return to this reality and out of the gutter as you chuckle a response, “Ah, cozy, ha ha, I don’t think Gabriel Iglesias uses that in his levels.”

A mixture of hissing and growls fills the van. Your eyes snap up to see that Seokjin is the one hissing as he sits back correctly in his seat. Looking over, you see Namjoon’s jaw is set, and Yoongi’s eyes have narrowed as they growl.

Instinctually, you lean away from the dangerous noise makers, which causes you to press against Hoseok. Placing a hand on your elbow, he leans forward, whispering in your right ear, “Doll, I think you have had some rather mean and disrespectful people around you in your past, but you are with us now.”

Hoseok glances around at his bonded mates as he smirks, saying, “We do not allow for anyone to be self-deprecating. From the look on Yoongi’s face this isn’t the first time you have done this.”

Not taking your eyes off the three men whom you seemed to piss off yet again, “It’s not self-deprecation. It’s pointing out the truth, which helps me stay grounded.”

A soft hiss is heard in your ear, causing you to jolt forward, only to be stopped by an arm that has appeared now around your waist. Hoseok chuckles as he pulls you back against his chest. His warm breath only adds warmth to your already heated skin.

Whispering in your other ear, “While it is nice that you are so instinctually responsive to us, Doll. You must learn to listen when you are told something. In time you will believe what we tell you as well.”

While time in the van seemingly stops and sound becomes non-existent, the focus is on you as you battle your various reactions.

Your body responds in a mix of ways. The lean but fit body pressed against your back warms you, causing your heart rate to race. However, the deep chuckles, hot breath on your neck, and primal eyes watching you cause heat to start pooling lower on your body.

Your mind is back in your damn nightmare because you cannot seem to go more than five minutes without causing some adverse reaction from the world’s most famous male All-Alphen K-pop band.

To top it off, you are internally scolding yourself for losing your professionalism when all you want to do is figure out how to make them stop being upset at you and hide before they notice that you are getting riled up over basically nothing.

Your gutter of a mind now takes the nightmare of being hunted by the pack of Alphas in a much different direction.

“Kookie! Kookie! Come on, bun. You know Jin-hyung is only trying to find ways to help,” Jimin coos at the upset bunny hybrid. Shaking his head, Jimin wonders why it is his job to always to calm down these two lovebirds. Guess it’s the price to pay for being the Hyung of the Maknea line.

Realizing Jungkook is a lost cause, Jimin undoes his seatbelt and sits in Taehyung’s lap, gaining his attention. Jimin asks, “Alpha, is this, okay? We really need Tae Tae back to help with Kookie and our newest mate. If I scent you well, can you let go?”

The crystal blue eyes look over his slightly older mate, “Scent then help mates.”

Smiling sweetly at the Alpha, Jimin noses at his jaw, causing the tiger to tilt his head to grant more space. Scooting forward and resting fully on Taehyung’s thighs, Jimin rubs his cheek along the taller Alpha’s jawline. Soft puffs of warm air blow across the Tiger’s neck, causing the Alpha’s breath to hitch.

Continuing his scenting journey, Jimin sniffs down the tip of his ear, down his neck to the bend where the scent of ebony wood is most robust. Pressing a soft kiss to the gland, the scent of ebony wood, oranges, and vanilla mixes.

It is not long before the pouting bunny hybrid starts to watch his hyungs. Long forgotten is the reason why he is upset as he slowly releases his own calming cinnamon-like scent into the mix.

Realizing that he has successfully got one of the two mates into a better mood, Jimin ups the ante. Shifting his weight forward, he lays his body flush against Taehyung. Within moments, Taehyung’s hand gripped Jimin’s tiny waist, pulling him in tighter.

Chirping happily at the response, Jimin kisses up and down Taehyung’s neck. When Taehyung starts to scent Jimin back, Jimin nips over the scent gland and laves it with his tongue, mixing their scents deeper.

Soon, the youngest joined them on the bench, sniffing the air and whining. Shifting closer, his bunny tail wiggled, and his ears stood as tall as they could inside the van.

“Tae-hyung, Minnie-hyung, can I join? Please?” Jungkook asks as he softly places a hand on Jimin’s thigh.

Nodding, Jimin moves to the other side of Taehyung’s neck, and Jungkook takes his place. Drowning the spaced-out Alpha in the loving scents of his two mates.

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therandompagesblog · 1 month ago

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SKZ War Chapter 1

Trigger Warnings: none

Lucas Bahng, the born Apex Alpha, liked to think being untouchable was one of his best traits. Being the son of the legendary alpha Christopher Bahng helped. People at school avoided picking fights with him, and the few who dared learned quickly why that was a mistake. Of course, he had the temperament and attitude of his mother Y/N, the Luna, the Omega. Then there was Lucas' younger brother Moon, who was always two steps ahead of him in class and ready to remind him of it at every turn. They even shared classes together. Werewolf lore, art, history, maths, they were together. Even though Lucas was fourteen and Moon was thirteen. The two, however always got up to no good together. They liked to go exploring after school when they were supposed to return home by a certain time, otherwise they would get into trouble with their fathers. By fathers they meant Minho along with Felix who were massive worriers.

"You're going to get us in trouble," Moon said as the two of them skidded to a halt at the edge of the packhouse yard. His voice was quiet but firm, as always. Moon didn't shout or scold. He didn't need to. Lucas rolled his eyes and flicked the collar of his jacket. "Not if you keep up," he said, grinning. He didn't like being told what to do, especially by his younger brother.

They had slipped out of the house early that morning, ducking their father's sharp gaze and the ever-watchful eyes of their many siblings. Breakfast was chaotic as usual, with Holly, Seungmins daughter screaming about not getting the last pancake and Astra, Hyunjins daughter the twin of Sun, knocking over the juice carton. Lucas had barely gotten out the door before Chan cornered him about sports practice. All because he was failing class. Lucas hated sports. Not because he couldn't play—he was decent enough—but because Chan was a mean teacher. Chan was tough on him at school but once he was home he was spoiled rotten. His father adored him.

The moment Chan turned his attention to Moon, Lucas bolted, dragging his brother with him. "Where are we even going?" Moon asked, his dark eyes narrowing. "You know father will here about this. He'll tell father Chan and father Seungmin. Father Seungmin is already grumpy this morning because Sun spilt his drink." Lucas smirked. "Then I guess we don't get caught."

The morning was brisk, the kind that nipped at their skin but didn't quite bite. The forest surrounding the packhouse stretched endlessly, towering pines blotting out the rising sun. Lucas knew these woods like the back of his hand. He and Moon had spent years exploring them, sneaking away from lessons, and pretending to be lone wolves on some grand adventure. But today, the forest felt... different. "Do you smell that?" Moon asked suddenly, sniffing the air. Lucas paused, tilting his head. The breeze carried the usual scents of pine and earth, but beneath it was something sharp, metallic. His heart quickened. "Yeah. It's weird." Moon's hand brushed his arm. "We should go back. This isn't normal." "Relax," Lucas said, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. "It's probably just an old trap or something. We'll check it out and head back before anyone notices we're gone."

The two moved deeper into the woods, the trees closing in around them. The metallic scent grew stronger, mingling with something else, something rotting. Lucas forced down the uneasiness bubbling in his chest. He was an apex, the son of an alpha. He didn't get scared. Still, he couldn't ignore the way Moon was gripping his sleeve now, his quiet demeanor replaced with tension. "Look," Moon whispered. Ahead, the trees parted into a small clearing. At its center stood an old, crumbling house. Vines snaked up its walls, and the windows were dark, like empty sockets in a skull. But what caught Lucas' attention wasn't the house itself, it was the circle surrounding it.

A faint, shimmering barrier encased the house, pulsing with a dark aura. Shadows twisted and writhed within it, and the air buzzed with a low hum, like the growl of a predator waiting to strike. "What is that?" Moon whispered, his voice barely audible. Lucas stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. The barrier was alive, almost breathing. The shadows inside moved with purpose, their shapes flickering between humanoid and monstrous. "Trapped souls," Moon said, his voice trembling. "We learned about this in lore class. That's—" "I know what it is," Lucas snapped, cutting him off. He didn't like the way his chest tightened at the sight of the barrier. He didn't like the way the shadows seemed to notice them, pressing against the edge of the circle as if testing its strength. "Let's go," Moon said, tugging at Lucas' arm. "We shouldn't be here." But Lucas didn't move. Something inside the house was calling to him. It wasn't a voice, not exactly, but a pull, like a thread tugging at the edge of his mind. He took a step forward, and the hum grew louder. "Lucas!" Moon's voice was sharper now, edged with panic. "I'm just looking," Lucas said, though his feet carried him closer. He reached out a hand, hesitating just before touching the barrier. The air around it was cold, and the shadows surged, their shapes twisting violently.

Then he heard it. Lucas. The voice was faint, barely more than a whisper, but it was there. Lucas froze, his heart hammering. "Did you hear that?" Moon shook his head, his eyes wide. "Hear what?" Lucas. Moon. This time, the voice was stronger, more insistent. Lucas turned to Moon, but his brother was already backing away, shaking his head furiously. "We need to go. Now. We need to tell father"

Before Lucas could respond, the barrier flickered, and the shadows parted. For a brief moment, he saw a figure standing in the doorway of the house. It was hard to make out through the swirling darkness, but the figure was tall, with an aura that made the hair on the back of Lucas' neck stand up. "Who are you?" Lucas called out, his voice trembling despite himself. The figure didn't answer. Instead, the voice came again, directly in Lucas' mind Help me.

The barrier pulsed, and the figure stepped forward. Lucas could see him more clearly now. He was young, maybe in his twenties, with sharp features and eyes that glowed faintly in the dim light. His expression was calm, almost serene, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made Lucas shiver. "My name..." the figure said aloud, his voice like the wind cutting through the trees. "Is Hongjoong."The barrier surged again, and the shadows lashed out, forcing Hongjoong back into the darkness. Lucas stumbled, the pull in his chest breaking as the connection severed.Moon grabbed his arm, yanking him away from the clearing. "We're leaving. Now." For once, Lucas didn't argue.

Back at the packhouse, Lucas couldn't shake the image of Hongjoong's face. The way he had called out to them, the way the shadows seemed desperate to keep him trapped. It all swirled in his mind like a storm. "What was that?" Moon asked quietly as they slipped through the door. "I don't know," Lucas said. But deep down, he knew this was just the beginning. "Maybe we should tell mum?" Moon suggested, but Lucas shook his head. "She's always been weird on that topic. Even our fathers have, yet they expect us to learn about it." Lucas answered back. "Learn about what?" Father Jisung asked them as he touched their shoulders making the boys jump. "Nothing." They stated. Yet it wasn't nothing. It was something deep and hidden in the depths of the woods.

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dearly-somber · 11 months ago

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20/20 Vision | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, mutual pining, unrequited love, drama, high school!au, university!au, eventual romance, eventual smut

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 897

-> warnings. Literally nothing this is pure fluff 🥹🤍

-> a/n. Glasses!Kook origin story!! Y/N lore drop!! (P.S. This takes place before Because It’s Soft!)

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Dec. 9th, 2023 @ 10:03

-> fin. Sun., Jan. 28th, 2024 @ 12:31

-> edited. Thurs., Feb. 1st, 2024 @ 17:44

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You knew something was up when Jungkook—a boy who’d once spotted a squirrel in the road while driving at nearly 100kph—started squinting at the projector not even five meters in front of him.

Even though the two of you sat around the middle of your class, you’d frequently turn to find him angrily squinting at the board, struggling to read your smaller than average handwriting even though he’d never found it difficult before.

Now, sitting in your living room with homework strewn all along the floors and Jungkook nose deep his English textbook, you finally come to the conclusion that his vision might not be so 20/20 anymore.

“Jungkook,” you say concerned as he lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting upright with a frown etched deeply into his face.

“I can’t see,” he complains, groaning and rubbing at his temples. “And my head feels like it’s about to explode.”

You reach out to run your hand through his hair, biting on your lip when he unhesitatingly leans into the touch. “You can’t see?”

“No,” he pouts. “Everything’s blurry.”

“Jungkook.” You rub at his earlobe once before pulling away, searching his face with a pitying smile. “The font isn’t that small—I can read it just fine from where I’m sitting.”

He manages to look offended. “Okay. And?”

You sigh, placing your hand over his, like you’re about to deliver some bad news. For someone so smart, he can be so dumb. “I think you should see an optometrist.”

His doe eyes widen. “No,” he whispers, genuinely afraid-sounding.

You smile apologetically and pat his hand.

He pulls away from you to press the palms of his hands into his eyes, fake-crying into them like the drama-queen he is. “Fuck,” he whines.

You push up from the kitchen table and walk around to massage his shoulders, as if he’s a football player getting hyped up before his next big game. “It’s okay,” you soothe.

“I need glasses?” He sounds so sad, you can’t help but laugh a little.

“It’s not the end of the world!” you laugh. “Besides, I think it’ll suit you.“

“But what about soccer? I can’t play with glasses, they’ll get broken, or, or—“

“Contacts are a thing, remember?”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Now, a couple of days later, you knock on the packhouse doors with an eager smile, greeting Jimin with a long hug. “Is Jungkook home yet?”

“Yeah, he’s upstairs.”

“Thanks!”

The way to Jungkook’s room is a familiar one. As soon as you enter the pack house you turn right and head a single flight of stairs to the second floor where all the rooms and main bathrooms are. What is new, is all the various pictures hanging on the wall.

You take a moment to admire the new frames you assume either Seokjin or Rosé hung up between today and the last time you were here (around three days ago, now), smiling fondly at the closeness and joy in each picture.

It’s a large 24x48 canvas framed in a beautiful burgundy wood with golden highlights (which seem to have been painted on by hand), and it makes your heart stop.

It’s of a photo you took with the pack a few days after your birthday.

Your heart aches sweetly at the sight of Yoongi with his arms wrapped brotherly around your shoulders, free arm hoisting his whiskey into the air, a large grin on his face. Next to him is Jungkook, both hands in the air, yelling at the top of his lungs with one of those bottled glasses of coke. And around you, the rest of the pack.

Rosé and Jennie crouched beneath you, forming hearts with their arms on either side of your legs; Jisoo, Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung laughing at their brothers off to the side; Lisa yelling at the top of her lungs while being carried bridal style by Namjoon; Jimin on the floor at Rosé and Jennie’s feet, slightly blurred around the edges from setting up the camera.

It was the best night of your life.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look at Jungkook with a smile on your face, which quickly turns into an appreciative grin. “Why, look at you!”

Jungkook laughs shyly, reaching up to self-consciously push his glasses further up his nose. It’s a simple frame: black metal, kind of large but not overly so, a little boxy.

“It looks good!” you say as you finally make your way up the stairs, giving him a quick side hug before making your way to his room.

“You think so?” He holds the door open for you and then lets it slide halfway closed, joining you on the edge of his bed where you’ve already taken up one of his controllers.

“Definitely. Really frames your face.”

He groans. “Not you, too. Jin hyung’s been making glasses jokes all day.”

You laugh, nudging him in his side while starting up It Takes Two (a game you’d asked him to get so you could play together). “I would too, Four Eyes.”

He growls, not even giving you time to think before his hands are at your sides.

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Downstairs, Jimin shakes his head at your loud pleas for mercy and defeating scream-laughter with a fond smile, handing Jin another plate to dry off. “I wish those two would get together already.”

“Patience,” Seokjin chides with an equally fond grin. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

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daichiduskdrop · 1 year ago

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Chapter 14

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: mentions of bad eating habits

Words: 3814

A/M: Sorry for the poster, I'm not a graphic designer by no means ;-; lots of love

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou @dragons-flare @fangirl125reader @roseidol

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The traffic was surprisingly good, allowing the group to get to the packhouse early, with the journey only taking about 15 minutes.

Parking the car, Taehyung turned the engine off, making all of them scatter out of the car again. While helping you step down to the ground, Yoongi was careful to hold your hand securely, with the other one holding your bag.

The snow crunched under your boots as you all entered the home. Jin put in the code, allowing the doors to open with a loud beeping melody.

All of you went on to remove your shoes, Jin was quick to help you untie your shoelaces so you wouldn't have to bend at all.

Slipping your shoes off for you, the alpha took them and placed them underneath the heater once again, placing old newspaper underneath them so the dirty water wouldn't get on the ground.

„Come on, baby, let's go eat something.” The youngest said, already pulling at your hand. Complying with no issue, the two other alphas soon followed.

Washing your hands under warm water, Jin and Yoongi were quick to start cooking, with you and Taehyung taking a seat at the dining table close to them.

You were hesitant to sit, knowing it would be much better of you to go and help them, and so when you stood up, watching over the two men already harmoniously working together,

When Yoongi noticed you walking over, he was quick to turn you back around, gently nudging you back in the other man's direction.

„Stay with Taehyung-ah for a bit, kitten. We will take care of everything; you just rest for a little.” He said, pulling out the chair for you again, then he waited for you to sit before he pushed it to the table again.

„But-” You tried to get in, only to be interrupted just as quickly.

„Cub no. Listen to alphas; we know what's best.” The tone he used left no chance for you to talk again, and so you just gently sighed, defeatedly.

Quick to pick your mood back up, Taehyung jumped into action, his arms wrapping around your waist softly before he gently pulled you to himself, having you sit over his lap with your side against his chest.

As you allowed yourself to rest against him, the scent he carried clouded all around, calming you down. Smiling at you largely, he rubbed his palms over your sides, being mindful not to be too rough.

„Will you show me what you did today, babycheeks?” The long hair he had fell over his forehead, cascading down like a waterfall. Rubbing your cheeks softly, the alpha didn't hold back from squeezing them for much longer.

Just now you remembered him asking about taking photos of your work throughout the day. Feeling disappointed with yourself, you avoided his eyes.

Quick to notice that something wasn't right, his hands pulled you closer to his front, his chin nudging your face gently, scenting you just a bit.

„Hm? What is it, baby? Did you forget to take photos?” Taehyung asked, his voice deep as usual. Noticing the smallest nod, he could only coo at you, not being able to hold back with how soft you looked.

„Awh.. babycheeks, it's okay. I wouldn't get angry at you, ever, and not for something so silly. It's alright, sweetheart. Come here...” Cradling you to himself, he gently swayed from side to side, your face resting against his neck and peeking over his shoulder.

Yoongi has just finished cutting the beef and seasoning the small pieces in a pan before he starts to fry them. The other alpha is meanwhile preparing the noodles, opening up the packages, and boiling them.

Holding you close by your temple, the youngest alpha felt his heart break a little at the thought of you being so soft and shy when you were not doing what he expected you to do. Especially since it was such a silly thing as taking a photo or two.

„I can show you photos I took earlier on, though. You whispered near his ear, making him turn to you right away, beaming.

„Sure, I would love to see!” He said, excited that he would finally get to see your work. He saw some stuff in your apartment, but he didn't want you to be angry at him for snooping around while you were asleep, so he dropped it quickly.

Nodding to yourself, you went to climb off his lap, but he quickly shushed you gently, holding you to his chest with one arm while the other reached for your backpack, laying next to the chairs.

Placing it on the table, you unzipped it, the alpha's palms placed on the side of your waist, his thumbs rubbing gently over your clothed skin. Taking out the old model laptop lent from the school, you let it boot up, the system taking long to get ready.

Opening it, the email tab was still open, and so with the new one in your inbox, you clicked on it right away, only to be left in disappointment since it was only the poster materials you had to put together.

„What's that?” Taehyung asked, placing his chin on your shoulder and watching the screen with you.

„It's for the poster I have to make... We were assigned to curate an exhibition at school, and these are the flyers and posters informations for it. I have to get it done until tomorrow morning.”

You said, your voice obviously a bit upset. You understood that you didn't do much until now regarding the project, but it wasn't because you didn't want to; it was your classmates that were just always unhappy with your work.

„Hm... That sounds like a lot. Do you want to do it on this laptop? Yoongi will for sure lend you his studio computer with no problem; it will be much easier there since you don't have a mouse and stuff...”

He gently tried to sway your decision, knowing that you would go through a lot less trouble if you would just use his packmates stuff or anyone else's at that point.

Whatever that notebook was, it was too beat up by now, had a full-on missing key on its keyboard, and just looked rough with how the screen would freeze even with how little you have been using it so far with him by your side.

„You think so? I don't know... I'm sure Yoongi-oppa has a lot of stuff to do right now anyway..." Even when your voice was quiet and the sizzling oil was quite loud, all three men heard you well.

Turning to you right away at your words, Yoongi took a step back from the pan, wiping his hands clean before walking to you with a quick pace and a gentle, gummy smile on his face. Cooing at you, he spoke softly.

„Oppa kitty?” Bending to match your height, he carresed your cheek sweetly; your gaze now on the ground, you suddenly overcame shyness.

„I mean, you all are older than me, so I thought...” You mumbled, hiding your hands behind your sweater. All three of them had smiles much larger than ever seen before, and without further hesitance, you felt the alpha pull you into his embrace.

„Aigoo.. of course you can call us that; we don't mind sweet kitten. When is your birthday, kitty?” the man said, gazing at you with soft eyes.

„July 1st, 2000.” You said this, holding his fingers gently, his thumb caressing your knuckles.

You heard his chest rumble loudly at your words. It was one of the traditional standards to have the alphas older than the weaker second genders in their pack.

„Let's eat now, before it gets cold. You can work on it later, small cub.” Jin said, already finishing up with the stir-frying of the ramen noodles, with a few small side dishes of rice and kimchi prepared too.

With Taehyung helping with the bowls, you went to take your own, but instead you were once again gently nudged to your spot, a ceramic bowl, and a pair of clean chopsticks handed to you.

„What would you like to drink, kitten? Do you want your peach juice again?” The alpha asked, already about to pull open the fridge.

„Maybe.. maybe I could have the strawberry syrup instead?” you asked, looking up at him questionably. He smiled softly at you, nodding before he poured you a glass of that instead.

„It is very yummy; just make sure you don't drink too much of it, alright? It's very sweet; you could get a tummy ache.” He murmured, growing slightly worried with no necessary reason to be. Placing the tall glass before you, you thanked him gently.

Serving you a full bowl of noodles, Jin made sure you were the first one to be able to eat, sprinkling on the greens and with the Jjapaguri glistening in the light, the food looked delicious.

And so you all dug in, the men watching over your reaction to the first bite. When Yoongi and Jin prepared it, they made sure to not use all of the powder; even when it wasn't that spicy to them, they knew that Taehyung and especially you could have trouble handling it well.

Chewing on your meal, you enjoyed it, but since you weren't that big of a fan of meat, you left a lot of it in the bowl, not finishing it. Drinking, you went to put your bowl back, Yoongi and Tae still eating while Jin had already finished.

Quick to pull you back by your hand, the alpha sitting next to you furrowed his eyebrows slightly. „What about the meat kitty? You need the protein; come on, baby, eat a little more. Is it not tasty?” He asked, looking over you, his chopsticks placed down for a bit.

„No, no, it's good, thank you. I'm just not a big fan of meat in general." You murmured, rubbing at your arm, slumped in your seat. The meal was truly delicious.

Only humming in reply, the alpha didn't take too long before he started to feed you the small pieces himself, allowing you to chew well in-between bites. Whenever you went to whine with another bite coming your way, he just shushed you gently.

„It's important to eat well, peaches.” Jin said from the counter, going over it with a wet towel to clean it well. After you had eaten most of the leftovers, you pushed the bowl away, really full.

Nodding at that, the alpha next to you finished his own meal in a few minutes before he picked up both of your bowls, cleaning them for you.

„Good job, my kitty. I'm proud of you for trying. Let's go to the studio now, yea?” Taking a hold of your palm, the older alpha led you to his studio that was downstairs, entering the code carefully before he opened the door, holding it for you.

It was much darker than Hobi's studio you were in earlier, and the first thing you noticed was the big, black and white carpet with the large letters KEEP OFF on it. The same type of armchair the other alpha had was also in front of the big desk, which held a bit more equipment this time around.

With around three big speakers on each side, one big monitor, and a flat TV screen like the other rapper had, the desk was littered with wires, devices, and things you just didn't understand well.

Taking a seat, the alpha was quick to pull you on his lap too, adjusting you so you were facing the same way. Patting your lower back slightly, he went to turn on the computer, the screen booting much quicker than yours did.

„Oh- I forgot my laptop-” You mumbled, making Yoongi turn to you only to ruffle your hair.

„It's all good, kitten. Alpha will take care of everything; don't you worry your cute little head about anything, my baby.”

He didn't seem even mildly annoyed; how come he wasn't? You were prolonging his time; he had to help you like this. How was he not upset?

Plucking you back on the seat after he stood up, he pushed the chair back to the desk, gently scenting you with his wrist glands while sneakily running his fingers through your hair.

„Wait for only a small bit, kitty; Alpha will be right back.” Shuffling out of the room. He wore a pair of loose-fitting jeans today and a simple white t-shirt with a loose, silk-like black shirt over it, left open.

Closing the doors softly after himself, the man walked over to the kitchen again, Jin and Taehyung watching the TV by now, some sort of cooking show on. He knew the eldest had been obsessed with western cooking competitions lately and could only assume that Taehyung was left to watch it with him.

The others were still at the company, and after he received a few messages from Jungkook about you, he also told him about them staying until about 19 in the evening.

They still had to record a part of their song, and Namjoon had to stay in to talk with a few of their managers about some new changes in their pack life, mostly regarding you.

It was supposed to be more of the usual Namjoon-only meeting, but after they talked about it in the morning at the company, most of them wanted to stay and be present.

Sure, he was the pack alpha, but in the end, all of them were alphas. They wanted to be up-to-date regarding, hopefully, their omega.

Picking up your backpack once again, he took it with himself, noticing the small Stich charm you had on the zipper pull. Were you a fan of that cartoon? You must be.

Christmas was only around the corner, since it was the 12th of December at the moment. All the alphas already had many gifts in mind they would want to spoil you with in the future, and Christmas was a great excuse to do so.

Smiling to himself, he unlocked the studio again, entering it with you still sitting in his chair, not touching anything. You were afraid you might break stuff, and you didn't want that to happen.

Placing the bag on his desk, he picked you up, taking a seat first before he pulled you to his chest once again, having you close as ever.

Taking the old laptop out, he pulled up the screen, and even if it was still turned on, it just didn't seem to work too well; the screen was black, and it took a few seconds before it switched on suddenly.

Frowning at that, he watched as you opened the email again with a file attached to it.

„I need that for the poster...” You said it quietly, turning a little to look at the man. His longer hair was tucked behind his ears as he watched your notebook.

„Yea, no problem, kitty. I can just send it to myself.” The alpha said, already noticing that anything like airdrop just wouldn't work on that thing you had. Making a new email, he quickly typed in his address, sending a copy to the computer on the desk.

Putting the laptop away again, the man pushed the chair a little closer, already opening up the attachment. This was much faster than yours, that's for sure.

With the word document opened, there were only a few things present: a few hex codes for colours your group agreed on, the font name, and a few pieces of information about when and where the exhibition would take place.

Noticing the many blank spots without words, Yoongi once again frowned a little.

„What about this? Featured artists? Why is it blank, kitty?” Running his fingers through your hair, the silver bracelets he wore jiggled a little.

„Yea, that's just... We still have to finish it tomorrow morning, I guess. We are having some issues... with a few of the students that are supposed to have their works exhibited."

You murmured, fingers hidden away. You heard him hum a little; a light dissatisfaction was noticeable. There wasn't much you could do about it now anyway, though.

„Alright. Here is a Photoshop you can use. I will help you if you need anything, sweetheart.” Yoongi said, helping you pull out the keyboard drawer underneath the desk. Nodding, you whispered a gentle thank you.

Switching between the two opened files, you made quick work, roughly finishing the idea you had before you would have to show it to your group tomorrow.

With the alpha gently running his hands over your back and through your hair, he was quick to help whenever you ran into any troubles.

You weren't used to working with Adobe; it has always been too expensive for you to afford, but after a few minutes, you adjusted well, only running into a few issues with different keyboard shortcuts you weren't used to.

You didn't perfect it yet, only spending about thirty minutes at maximum working on it, but you got the rough idea done, allowing you to sigh out and rest your back against Yoongi again.

Chuckling softly at you, he saved the file, gently rubbing your hair. „It looks very nice, sweet kitty. You did such a good job. Alpha is very proud. I'll send it to your email, okay?” Nodding, you let your face rest close to the crook of his neck, breathing in the rainy scent he wore.

Sending a copy of the file to you, you could hear just the faintest sound of voices. Realising that it wasn't Taehyung or the eldest, you turned your face towards the black doors right away.

Chuckling at how fast you moved, the alpha gently patted your tights, urging you to go look yourself.

„Go on, sweet kitty. I have to finish up some stuff here anyway." After sliding off of his lap, you took hurried steps towards the room entrance.

Opening the door, you shut it behind yourself, taking a few steps towards the living room. Already, you could smell their presence. You missed them in a way, and so you were excited to see them.

The first to notice you was Jungkook, jumping up from sitting on the couch and rushing towards you, scooping you up and holding you to his chest.

„My babybun!” The alpha laughed loudly, twirling you around a little. Giggling a bit yourself, your arms looped around his neck, your face soon tucked into his neck, his own cheek rubbing over your head virgously.

At the loud proclaim of the nickname the man has made for you, the others turned, the other three alphas soon coming closer to greet you themselves.

The first to come was Hobi. Excitedly laughing, he rubbed his palms over your face and collarbones, looking over your figure and noting your scent.

„Sunshine, ah.. I'm so glad to see you again! Alpha missed you so much, bub.” Twirling your hair around his finger softly, he tucked the lock behind your left ear. You only smiled shyly. „I missed you too, Hobi oppa.”

The alpha gasped loudly before he pulled you into his embrace once again, almost crushing you with how strongly he took you in.

Cradling you to himself, his chin went over your head a few times, ensuring that his own scent would stick to you. Cooing at you, he spoke.

„Aigoo.. baby, you will make my heart burst like this, you sweetest little thing.” He mumbled to your hair, petting your back. Pulling away after a few seconds, he let his packmates also have their greetings.

„Baby princess, my sweetheart, how was your day? Come here, let Alpha hold you for a little bit.”

Bending slightly to look over your shy, warmed-up face, Jimin cooed loudly before he pulled you to himself, arms wrapped around your waist.

Tucking your face into his neck scent gland, you felt calming waves come crashing on you. You felt content having all of the packmates with you now.

Pulling away a little, he bent his neck to be face-to-face with you, gently bopping your nose while giggling, the alpha's eyes creasing.

„We bought you something, princess!” He smiled, your eyes widening a little. A gift? What for?

Walking over, the pack alpha also wanted to have his greetings, pulling you from his younger packmate, he hugged you himself.

„Alpha is very happy to be with you now, sweet cub.” Was the only thing he murmured for a while; too busy getting his scent soaked well into your skin.

Satisfied after a few seconds, he didn't move away from you, instead picking you up and helping you wrap your legs around his waist. With one arm supporting you, he let his other palm rest over your head, gently having you rest against his collarbone.

Taking a seat on the couch, Jin and Taehyung were already watching the TV, and so after the other two alphas also came closer, you all huddled close together.

Jimin walked over, holding something behind his back. He stood before you and his pack alpha, not able to contain his smile.

You looked over, curious eyes open widely, and the other men gently chuckled at your excitement.

Namjoon's palms softly rubbed at your sides and hair; he just felt the need to make sure you were really okay after a day without them being close.

Pulling a giant paper bag from behind his back, you didn't even recognise the name; the dark grey cover with a few golden accents made even the huge bag look expensive.

Placing it softly on your lap, Jimin took a seat next to Jungkook on your right side. You noticed Hobi taking a video in the background, giggling to himself.

Gently opening it, you noticed the many things it contained, with air-sealed bags covering all of them. Your mouth fell a little agape, pulling out the first, big package. On the label, it read:

Experience the epitome of luxury with our cashmere blanket line. Immerse yourself in the unparalleled softness and warmth of this high-quality masterpiece. Indulge in the finest cashmere fibres, meticulously crafted to create a blanket that exudes opulence and sophistication. Elevate your moments of relaxation with this luxurious, oversized cashmere blanket from HIMALAYA.

Dry-clean only

85% Mongolian Cashmere + 15% Egyptian Cotton

290 X 255cm

It was cashmere? What? You never even felt that fabric in your life, but you knew this must have been tremendously expensive. And it wasn't even the only thing in the bag!

Looking up at the Alpha holding you on his lap, your eyes were twice as big in shock. The cream-coloured blanket was still air-sealed, making sure not to carry any scents.

He only chuckled at you, the pack alpha's dimples showing. Bopping his nose softly, he smiled.

„Alphas will always take the best care of their 'mega pup. Forever.”

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bwoahtastic · 3 months ago

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Nico always being the first parent to drop off and the last to pick up because he has to work long hours to afford everything.

One day he just, doesn't show up to pick Logie up? Jenson and Seb are so worried until Nico shows up and he looks like he's walked through a storm while sobbing. Someone stole his (crappy) car.

Oh plss! Nico alwsys arriving early and bring so reluctant to leave his darling baby behind but he knows Logie is safe with Seb! And he is often the last to come for pick up, alwsys looking tired after his shifts but smiling and cooing when he sees his baby! Seb often let's him stay a little longer so he csn nurse Logie before driving home and Seb alwsys tries to make Nico eat some food too ksks (maybe the daycare is attached to the packhouse because all tbe pack pups ofc are there too)

Then one day, Nico is late, like an hour or more late and everyone I'd worried. Jenson is holding Logie while Seb is trying to call Nico and Logie is getting fussy roo cos where is momma!

Finally Nico comes stumbling in, looking exhausted and soaked by the rain and tear tracks down his cheeks. He apologises profusely and I'd trembling like a leaf so Seb wraps him up in some blankets and gets him cosy on the sofa while Jenson hands with Logie and places a hand on Nico's knee in support, asking what happened.

Nico sobbing someone stole his car and his spare house keys were inside so he js terified someone will break into his place! And then he had to walk all th3 way to the daycare because he didn't have his buscard and he is so sorry he is late he will pay for it!

Ofc they tell him not to worry and offer him to stay with the pack until the next morning at least, and finally Nico accepts!

#asks #single momma au

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eccentricallygothic · 1 year ago

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OMG PROUD NO MORE IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ PART 2 pls im on my knees

AHHHH! I am so glad you liked it! Since requests aren't open and I cannot do a drabble or oneshot rn, here's a little something I whipped up. Sorry if you had something specific in mind (you can always talk about it 🥴)

Note: This is a part 2-ish headcanon of my ABO oneshot Proud No More.

Warning(s): Dub-con, dark enhanced!Alpha Steve, Alpha!Reader, mean!Steve and dark stuff. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

After the events of part 1, Y/n remains curled in his legs on the floor after cleaning up and bringing everyone their drinks.

Steve is drinking his as he discusses the sport on the tv with the other Alphas.

She whimpers each time their eyes meet, him sitting on the couch with his legs spread, her snuggled up to them underneath him.

Her whole body is wrapped around his but he is not touching her at all.

His blue eyes are so cold to the puppy eyes she is looking at him with.

He knows it.

He can see it.

Smell it.

She wants it.

Needs him.

Inside.

So, so bad.

Y/n spends the remainder of the time peppering soft apologetic kisses to his knees, legs and thighs, hoping to earn some mercy.

Because Steve is the worst when it came to denying her where she needs him most.

Which is his go to punishment for her besides spanking.

She doesn't even care about the rest of the pack looking at her anymore.

Pleasing him so he would fuck her pussy numb is the only objective on her mind now.

But Steve doesn't falter.

The Alpha Supreme is a master of endurance.

She's so desperate by the time they finally leave the packhouse and walk towards his vintage Camaro.

Her eyes are glossy and lips only slightly pouty (because Steve doesn't tolerate brats and she's trying her best to not piss him off more than she already has) when he orders her to go over to get inside with a brief nod towards the vehicle.

She whines just a little, trying to move his hand (that she's desperately holding tight between both of hers) towards her aching core.

Yes, she forgets all rationality when she's needy.

What is remaining of her bottoms is covered in a wet mess of her slick and his cum.

But one sharp look from Steve has her scurrying away to the backseat, not wanting another punishment.

Whenever Y/n acts out, she loses the passenger Princess privilege.

Because Alpha doesn't like to look at sorry misbehaving puppies.

So she's sniffling and hiccupping as she moves to the back of the car before settling her very sore ass on the seat.

Her head lowers itself as her cheeks burn in humiliation.

He has a way of making her feel so small and pathetic.

Her form feels so tiny against the leather seat right now.

As if she's nothing but a small kicked puppy.

Fuck.

She can not decide if it's the inferior Alpha in her or if she actually feels sorry.

But all her senses are wrenching with regret.

The stunt was completely unnecessary and not worth it at all.

She's quiet and ashamed behind him, pulling her best sorry puppy expression.

The Superior Alpha starts the car and drives it off the porch onto the main road.

It is after a few minutes that her whimpers start to get louder to try and attract his attention.

Needy eyes shoot pleading glances up at the blonde man, knowing that he can feel them through the bond.

Steve continues to ignore her, still irritated by the antic she pulled in the packhouse.

It will take her days of worship and cocksucking to make him happy again.

It always does.

He is very hard to please.

Until then, the Supreme Alpha will, no doubt, be even stricter than usual.

Calling her out on the smallest of slip ups, punishing her for even breathing the wrong way, denying her as much physical touch as possible (she doesn't like to admit it but the puppy in her is always making her pathetically cuddle into one of his limbs).

The cruelest cold shoulder.

It has happened before.

And only Y/n is to blame for it happening again.

Yes, no matter what Steve does to her, she always dry orgasms.

It is just the effect he has on her.

But nothing compares to his touch down there.

Nothing, no orgasm, ever satisfies her more than the one his cock fucks out of her.

And until she can have one of those, she can neither think nor function right.

On days when she has to face denial as a consequence of her own actions, his dick is all she can think about.

Even if she refuses to admit it.

That is where the punishment aspect comes in.

Steve knows how hopeless her body is for his touch.

24/7.

She can lie to herself all she wants.

But Y/n cannot change the effect the bond has on her.

And that's exactly why he uses her everywhere but in her pussy following an episode of her acting out.

The begging, sobbing, kneeling, writhing, hissing, worshipping and trembling for his mercy strokes his ego in the best way.

Nothing makes him harder than all the promises she desperately makes.

All the ungodly things he makes her say.

Because she gets so cock starved during these punishments that she is always willing to do whatever he wants in the end.

Anything at all.

Just so he would fuck her like the puppy that she is.

Fuck her until she has basically lost consciousness.

Only to make her thank him once she comes back up.

Every time.

How her pride gradually breaks down.

Peeling away from her stiff form like the clothes that he makes her strip out of.

There is no better sight or feeling.

To him, that state looks the best on her.

She's so fragile and vulnerable for him then.

It is perfect.

She is perfect.

When she is proud no more.

Compliant and respectful on her knees.

Stroking his ego and kissing his feet.

Steve smirks to himself as he turns a corner, refusing to look at the crying mess of drool and cum hanging by his seat.

He has turned a deaf ear to her pleads.

But his monstrous knot is so worked up by how she's doing her best to remain as silent as possible because she is not allowed to be loud especially when interacting with her Alpha.

Yet, every part of her body is aching for him (he can feel it through their bond) so bad that she cannot stop the begging even if she wants to.

It is impossible for her to sit silently (as is expected of her).

Thus piling more and more punishment for herself.

Steve is not complaining though.

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whe-renot · 8 months ago

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Converter "Packhouse"

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astarab1aze · 4 months ago

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loux garo // scar reference, front ref by k_young03 on twit (nuked tho :/)

1 - Vayn's Bites; the little vampire bites on his forearm, chest, and neck are from Vayn. Every now and again, he'll feed on Loux, though this is usually because he's made to; Loux might not respect him, but he does care about him very deeply. He will absolutely not allow him to starve to death - most of the blood he drinks, from bottles or packs, is Loux's. Any other bites, i.e. those on his thighs and hip, are from Red Hand vampires.

2 - Horn Impalement Scar; Loux was impaled on a were-bull's horns which almost killed him; See this drabble if you want to know what happened.

3 - Ice Burn Scars - Rear Left-side of His Body; See this drabble to know why. Loux is extremely susceptible to ice damage, such that it can paralyze him or completely destroy not just his skin, but his muscle and bone as well, and will make him extremely physical ill no exceptions, render him borderline catatonic.

4 - Ice Impalement Scar; He was impaled by a shard of ice in this drabble.

5 - Long-Term Effects of Discharging; caused by lack of magic use and build up of magical energy, ranging in symptoms specific to the mage. In Loux’s case, if he goes without using his magic, thereby facilitating the build up of energy, his body begins to break itself down. Some parts of him catch fire and effectively cook at extremely high temperatures, melting and charring magic-imbued flesh to volcanic blackstone, with toughness similar to tungsten and the malleability of aluminum. It causes him intense pain, threatening to burn away at his vitals if he’s not careful; the only way to alleviate the heat, potential loss of limbs or life via eventual explosion, pain, fever, exhaustion, insomnia, vomiting, slow-cooking, volatile and accidental expulsion of magic, he has to use a lot of magic all at once. One spell after another for hours, further degrading the body if only temporarily. If he does not regularly use his magic, he is a walking time bomb that could kill not just himself but many, many others too. Alternatively, he may lose his magic altogether.

6 - Other Scars; On his right thigh are the talon marks of a dragonkin in Deadeye's employ, who had him savagely beaten and left for dead when he was 16 - the long, gnarled overlapping scars on his shoulders, collar, and chest are from the same instance; On his right shin/calf are the claw marks of a sorcerer he killed; All non-vampire bites are from the night he was nearly killed himself at the Packhouse (linked above); There are three jagged scars coiling around his throat, also from the same night (didn't write it out tho).

7 - Happy Trail :P

#➥ Loux.#☿ || Art.#scars /#nsft /#long /#/ bear in mind this is all nothing anyone would ever see - *except* who he deems as 'linive'

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abbatoirablaze · 8 months ago

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 26

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of death/murder/corpses, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics, using someone as a diversion, manipulation.

“You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t do it, James…”

He sighed as he looked over at her, knowing that she was right. Between them, in the large bed, were the children, snuggled up and safe. They’d come into their bedroom a few hours previously, complaining that they had bad dreams, and Bucky was the first to funnel the children to their bed so that the pups could snuggle in safety between their parents.

“I know,” he admitted softly, admiring the little nuances of Stevie and Saradia that reminded him of the couple’s missing piece, “but I worry about what happens after we save him, Cinna.”

She leaned up on her elbow, “what do you mean?”

“Our dynamics,” he shrugged, “our dynamics with Steve. The pups…our pup. Will Steve even accept us? He’s spent a lot of time pushing us away, omega. You’ve only seen a small bit of what he can do when he feels cornered by anyone. I’ve seen the full picture before. It’s not pretty.”

Cinna sighed, reaching out to take Bucky’s hand in her own. Slowly, she placed it over her heart, “Do you feel that, James?”

“Your heart?”

She nodded, “yes.”

He nodded in response, “of course I feel it, omega…Even without my hand over it, I feel the echo within my bones. Just like I’ll always remember the same echo that comes from Steve’s heart even though we haven’t completed our ceremony.”

“Replace that echo with the amount of love and trust that I have for both you and Steve, regardless of what’s happened in the past” she offered, “I know that you are afraid. I’m afraid too. But I also know that Steve must be as well. When he saw us at the summit, it was obvious that he didn’t expect it. I don’t think he ever thought that we would find each other. And to see us both there…without him…”

“Why did he stay if he realized how incomplete he was without us?”

“Sharon still has her mark on him,” she sighed, biting her lip, “yes, we could have removed it chemically, but he has grown dependent on her. You know how they say that an alpha becomes weaker if they chose the wrong mate? Well that happened in his case with her. She’s siphoning off his power and strength. But, I would never ask Steve to go through the pain that I went through when Sharon and her mutts forced me to get Steve’s mark removed.”

“Omeg-“

“James,” she whispered softly, looking lovingly at her mate, “do not fault Steve because of his personality…you never doubt yourself. You’re strong…and confident. But Steve…he’s only ever dealt with insecurity and weakness. He was a sickly pup. His father manipulated him into staying away from you. Filled his head with notions of responsibility that he never believed in. Our mate is lost…and it is our duty to find him…bring him home…and love him for everything that he is, and everything that he is not.”

“You’re right omega,” he replied after a moment to pause and think on it, “if Sharon’s planning on taking him down before his next rut is over we don’t have long…”

“Take Yelena, Natasha, and Clint!” she ordered softly, “we don’t need to alert her allies that you are paying her a visit. I trust them to be stealthy in recovering our missing piece.”

“I love you, omega…”

“Yeah yeah,” she giggled softly as she laid on her side, her hand grazing over her baby bump, “be smart…and bring back our mate so that we can finally be complete. And James?”

“Hmm…”

“I love you…”

“It’s too quiet…”

Bucky’s eyes snapped to that of Natasha’s and then to Clints.

They had managed to make the drop onto the outside borders of the Rogers pack without alerting anyone, and had managed to make it all the way up to the packhouse without seeing any patrols.

“Are they really this stupid?” Yelena growled as she turned towards her sister, “are they so sure of themselves that no one would come for them?”

“Focus, kid!” Nat growled at her younger sibling, “you never know what is a trap or not until you’re right in the thick of it!”

“Both of you!” Clint hissed, looking between the sisters, “we’re supposed to be quiet.”

“Doesn’t feel like there’s much of a point,” Bucky frowned as he continued to look for any sign that the packhouse was inhabited. But just as he was about to come out of the shadows two younger men came around the corner, talking about how they didn’t want to be on watch. Bucky pulled Yelena back to himself, while Clint pulled Natasha into the shadows he waited in. When it was clear, they looked to Bucky, “first two we’ve run into, and we’ve been on the Rogers pack land for hours…”

“Something’s off!” Clint agreed, catching the curious tone of his alpha, “want me to raise the alarm? Draw out the guns?”

“Take Natasha,” he nodded, “go around to the Northeast corner, but stay in the shadows. Don’t let them see you. Pull them to the woods and me and Yelena will go for Steve.”

“You really okay going into a packhouse without much backup?”

“What?” Yelena asked her sister, “you don’t think that me and Alpha Barnes can handle it?”

The two sisters shared a look before Bucky urged them forward. He gave Yelena a disappointed look.

“What?”

“If you keep acting like a child, I’ll remove you from future endeavors, Yelena…”

“It’s just some friendly banter.”

“And we’re on task,” he grunted, leaving her behind when he heard the whistles going off just north of them a few minutes later. He found himself at the edge of the tree line as he watched for additional lights and voices, but was surprised when only a few more people funneled from the packhouse and after Nat and Clint, “odd…”

“They must be locked in tight,” Yelena commented, “Sharon might be preparing to kill your mate, alpha.”

“There would be more lights!” he frowned, “some acknowledgement that wolves were there! It looks almost abandoned.”

“You think something is wrong?” she asked, “a trap?”

“Only one way to find out!”

And before she could question him once more, he was stealthily making his way to the house, looking out for any wolves.

But they encountered none.

Not even a single one when they slipped into the back door, which was unlocked.

Nor when they made their way up the stairs and Bucky started following the overwhelming smell of Steve’s rut-induced scent.

It made his hindbrain scream for his mate, a hunger rising up within his own primal nature.

“Alpha!”

Bucky snapped out of his thoughts, looking towards Yelena, “what?”

“I’ve been calling after you, chasing you for minutes!” she hissed, “where are you going?”

Bucky looked around.

He was not on the main floor of the packhouse.

Instead, he’d managed to make his way through the house, and in front of a heavy door, “I-I think that Steve might be here, Yel…”

“Oh, I know that he’s here,” she sneered, her nose twitching as she could smell the pungency in his scent, “he’s ripe…and still alive at that. But it doesn’t smell like a normal alpha that’s gone into a rut, Bucky…there’s something…different.”

Bucky went for the door once more, and Yelena pulled him back.

He growled at her, “what are you doing?”

“It might be a trap!” she said quickly, “you have to let me go first, alpha!”

“Steve is on the other side of that-“

“And Sharon might be too!” she reminded him, “it is the job of Nat, Clint, and myself to protect you under any and all circumstances. Let me do that, alpha! We don’t know that it’s not a trap, and Steve smells so strong…I-I can’t promise that she’s not on the other side of that door with him, waiting for us. Can you?”

“But Stev-“

“Is alive!” she pointed out, “now please. Alpha…I promised your mate that you would be brought home with Steve…both of you in one piece. And I’d like to keep that promise.”

Bucky gave her a firm frown, but moved out of the way, allowing her to take hold of the handle.

“Yel…”

“Yes alpha?”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he frowned, “calling you a kid. You know how to make the right calls even when I’m emotionally clouded.”

“I am a kid, Bucky…it’s good to call me out on it every once in a while!” she smiled, before pushing the door open.

Bucky felt like he was holding his breath as Yelena disappeared into the room. When she opened the door a second later, he felt his heart sinking.

Steve had pushed himself into the far corner with his back to them. He was curled up and facing the wall. From his neck was a heavy looking collar with an even heavier chain that had him bolted to the hardwood floor.

Around the anchor point Bucky saw claw marks that looked so deep that there were parts of his claws embedded in the flooring.

Blood littered the room.

But he wasn’t sure just who all of it belonged to.

Sure, some of it had to be Steve’s, but there was no way that it all belonged to him. And in the corner just on the edge of the bed, Bucky could see corpses, or at least, the parts of them that Steve didn’t eat.

“Oh my god!” Yelena gasped, finally processing the entire scene, “she’s let him go feral…”

Steve’s eyes snapped in their direction as he looked over his shoulder.

Bucky felt his breath catch in his throat as his mate’s eyes were black with thick amber rings, “Steve.”

He snarled, charging towards them, but was immediately pulled back by the chain when he’d reached the end of its length.

Bucky felt his eyes watering as he took a few steps forward. Yelena went to grab her alpha’s arm, but Bucky kept her at bay. Steve snarled, his eyes going to where Yelena was reaching out to.

“Yel…Steve’s feral…he-he knows that we’re mates…if you reach out to me, it’s only going to agitate him. I need you to go and find Clint and Nat…take care of Sharon’s people and find the key for his chains…”

“Where is-“

“YELENA GO!” he commanded, “he won’t hurt me…but he will try to hurt you…and he’ll hurt himself if you get between us by trying to get to us.”

Steve watched through dark eyes as the younger she-wolf evacuated the room, no doubt to follow the commands of her alpha.

“Steve…” Bucky whimpered after a second, “Steve…I know you’re in there…”

Steve’s lip twitched as he looked at the other alpha. Bucky went to step towards him, and Steve growled once more.

“PUNK!”

The word seemed to affect him.

The confusion laced his features as he looked at Bucky. And for a swift moment, it looked like he was battling himself internally before his eyes cleared ever so slightly.

“Buck…”

His voice was raspy, “B-Bucky…what ar-“

“Don’t talk,” he begged, “you need to save your energy. You’re feral, Steve…Sharon must have-“

“Sharon-“ he croaked, cutting his mate off. His eyes snapped to the door behind himself, and he reached to the chains, attempting to pull himself away from the anchor point, “Buck…they-this was a trap. They’re going after her…she’s going after Cinna…and the pups. Sh-“

Bucky felt his heart plummet into the pit of his stomach, “what?”

“Buck…we have to get back!” he begged, eyes wild, “Sharon knew that you would come for me…she’s going to kill Cinna and the pups! Everyone but a select few left with her…they’re going to your pack lands right now. It’s a trap.”

Chapter 27

Tag List: @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90, @skulliecadaver-blog

#surrogate luna #a/b/o fic #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #a/b/o #chris evans characters #sebastian stan characters #james bucky barnes #alpha bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers #clint barton #yelena belova #natasha romanov #black widow #hawkeye

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omegaxalpha · 9 months ago

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@courtesons

rafe can't help but let out soft moans as he continued bouncing on the heroes lap. the pack has protected this land for many years. and they have fought hard to protect their land. omegas are often seen as weak and domestic. to soft to be able ot protect themselves, and therefore easy targets. so rafe always has to send a message when someone gets a bit to close to the packhouse for his liking. and this time? his pack decided to join in. fucking the young hero's face.

the omega growled as he leaned forward after slamming his bouncy cheeks down. his tongue poking out to collect some of the cum before pressing it into spider-bitch's mouth in a harsh kiss with his tongue pushing it's way inside. he pulled back and smirked down at the other. "be honest with me...are you truly disappointed about being our new chew toy?" the werecat asked with a smirk.

#courtesons

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ldysmfrst · 9 months ago

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American Mate (6) - A Proposition for You

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 6 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 5,431

Work count for Story: 25,248

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

“Excuse me, Sirs. We have arrived at the Airbnb,” the driver announces through the van's intercom system. The voice pulls Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's attention away from the end of a scenting cuddle session.

“Thank you, Mr. Malcolm,” Jungkook calls out loud enough to be heard past the petition between the driver’s and passenger's seats. Looking down, he trails his fingers through Jimin’s hair as the tiny Alpha is now sprawled across his and Taehyung’s lap with his eyes closed.

“Minnie, we need to get out, my little love,” looking at Taehyung, “Tae Tae? Are you good now?”

“Hmm. Yeah, Kook, I am doing better,” Taehyung opens his eyes, returning to their clear brown, longer darkened with lust. Lifting Jimin’s legs off his lap, Taehyung moves from his seat and opens the van door.

Taehyung as he watches the panda curl up into a small ball, trying to become one with Jungkook. Raising a brow, he firmly says, “Minnie, you cuddle bug. Time to go. I know you are nowhere near a scent high, so please get up so we can get Y/n to see the doctor.”

Jumping up from lying on Jungkook’s lap, Jimin stumbles out the door and over to the first van, “I will get their door!”

Jungkook and Taehyung chuckle as they watch the dancer trip over one of the van’s swivel chairs, but he manages not to fall onto the curb before beelining it to the other van.

“Hey, hyung. Are you going to be okay around Y/n?” asks Jungkook.

“I think so. It might be better for me to keep my distance until she isn’t in as much pain. I think that is what is causing the most issues for my Alpha. Well, that and keeping away from that pathetic excuse of a Director,” answers Taehyung, growling out the last part.

“I think it would be best if we all keep away from him, though I think Manager Sejin and Namjoon will have to at least deal with him a few more times,” comments the youngest.

“Better him than us. Why don’t you go with the others? I will help with the luggage so that everything is where it should be,” suggests Taehyung before hugging Jungkook around the shoulders and kissing his cheek softly.

You didn’t realize how stuffy the van had gotten, but the intensity of the scents within the van does not go unnoticed by Jimin as he watches you bolt from the van right past him towards the packhouse.

Yoongi followed close behind with a smirk on his lips.

“What did we miss being in the reject van?” Jimin asks no, the three remaining Alphas.

“Oh, you guys missed quite a bit, but we will talk about it later. Maybe once Miss Y/n goes in with the doctor,” Namjoon says as the rest leave the van.

Jungkook walks up to the group and watches you with a confused look. Manager Sejin also joins them.

“You all realize she has no idea what she is to you. She isn’t going to understand why it is nice that she is so instinctually responsive,” Manager Sejin comments using air quotes.

“Yes, Manager-nim. She just was… ah it is hard to explain,” Hoseok bashfully responds as he looks at the floor.

“Well, she isn’t my mate, and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to break it to her, but you are going to have to be careful. I know that much,” contemplates Manager Sejin, looking at you, a softness of worry crosses his face. “Do you guys know that she wouldn’t even ask for a bottle of water when she got to the van because she didn’t want to take something from the pack?”

“I have a feeling that she has had to be the one to take care of others and put herself last. She won’t ask for help, and accepting help will be hard for her. Especially since you guys are so well-known and established as a mate-bonded pack,” adds Manager Sejin, looking at his watch, down the street and then back to the gathered group.

Taking deep breaths, you hope to clear your mind, slow your heart to an average pace, and regain professionalism from wherever it is hiding. Muttering to yourself, you are unaware that Yoongi has followed you, but he keeps a distance while listening to your utterances. His smirk grows to the point where his eyes are almost closed.

Now that you have calmed down, you turn around and almost run into him, yelling, “Ahh! Don’t sneak up on me like that. I need to get you and Evie both a bell. It must be a feline thing.”

Glancing past Yoongi, you notice Taehyung coming up the steps with some of the staff carrying luggage. You also mumble, “I should get one for him, too.”

Chuckling, Yoongi shakes his head, “No bell. No house cat. Jaguar.” Taking a step closer, he sniffs, “Better? No conflict?”

You can’t help but smile softly at his concern: “No, I am fine now. I just haven’t had much skinship, as one might say… outside of my family pack, as you call them.”

“I know it is a big cultural thing amongst hybrids and even more so depending on the kind of relationship involved. I guess I was taken back by all the … all that,” you say, gesturing towards the van as if it were explaining whatever was happening inside.

Yoongi nods in understanding and takes the last step to be by your side, facing the rest of the pack. His tail again wraps around your waist, and you giggle in amusement, regaining his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you keeping me on a fur leash?” You ask, pointing at his tail on your waist.

Yoongi looks down at where you are pointing and looks at his tail like he doesn’t realize that he ever put it there, to begin with. With a glare like he is scolding a child, his tail starts to let go, which pulls at your heart a bit.

“It’s okay, Alpha,” you say as you stroke along the soft black fur, laying it back in its place, “you are keeping me close and safe as a good Alpha should. Thank you for protecting me.”

Yoongi preens at the compliment while holding back a shudder at the feeling of you petting his tail. His Alpha is happy you recognize his needs and allow him to continue. It’s like the instincts of a mate are just below the surface, waiting for a way to get out. Yoongi cannot wait to be there when you know who you are to them and watch the bonds solidify.

“Mr. Min,” you start to speak only to get cut off with an indignant huff.

“Yoongi Alpha. Not, Mr. Min. Yoon,” the jaguar says, pointing at himself with his ears flat.

“Ah, umm. Okay. Yoongi,” you say with a blush as you avoid looking him in the face. “I want to thank you for helping me not land hard on the floor back at the office. I am sure I would have been in worse shape if you hadn't tried to catch me.”

“Hopefully, you know that I do not blame you for my wrist. It was just awful timing,” you say, hoping his Alpha understands what you are saying and the Yoongi part of him also hears you.

“Still hurt. Keep safe for healing,” Yoongi says, leaning down to catch your eyesight and hoping you see the truth in his words.

“Time to go ahead inside. Jin-hyung, can you make some snacks for everyone, including the staff? If you need help, take Hobi with you. The rest will finish helping Tae-ah with the rest of the luggage, and I will go with Yoongi and Miss Y/n to one of the guest rooms on the first floor,” Namjoon instructs the pack.

With different forms of agreement, the boys take off to do their assigned tasks.

Seokjin and Hoseok smile sheepishly as they pass you, heading to the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook wait for Taehyung to return before the three head to the packing van. Have a group of seven Alphas with their clothes, specialized bedding, personal items, and clothes needed a small troop of men to unpack.

Namjoon walks up the stairs to the porch, his ears flicking to the street as he hears a car approaching. This could only signal the doctor’s arrival, but he leaves the greeting to the manager.

“Miss Y/n. Yoongi. If you please follow me, I will take you to one of the guestrooms you can use to meet the doctor,” says Namjoon as he opens the front door. “We have some snacks being prepared and will bring those soon as well.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose, Prime Alpha Sir. Save those for the pack and your staff, please. Plus, my stomach isn’t feeling so well with all the pain,” you explain to Namjoon. Shaking your head, you silently add, ‘The emotional whiplash isn’t helping either.’

Leading you both into the house, Namjoon nods his head, “I see. I am sorry it took so long for us to get you seen. We normally heal rather quickly as hybrids. I think we forgot that humans cannot do that. Sorry.”

“No worries, Prime Alpha, Sir. I have a high pain tolerance, according to my mom and Derek, but I guess there is just so much that has happened in a short time that my body is just kind of everywhere. I am sorry if my scent is causing any problems as well. I know it must be all over the place,” you reply.

At that last comment, you feel a tug at your waist from the tail, causing you to stumble back into Yoongi. Who buries his nose in your neck, similar to how you were being held by Hoseok in the van, causing you to blush as you regain your footing.

“Smells good. Not bad. Y/n in pain but happy,” he says as he releases you. This time, he grabs your good hand and pulls you into the room that Namjoon has opened.

The room is significantly larger than your bedroom, that is for sure. The walls are off-white, with a dark purple accent wall containing a sitting window. The bed is a four-post queen with deep purple curtains tied back with black lace, complementing the purple and black bedding. All the furniture is made of dark, almost burnt-looking wood with iron accents.

You look around the room with your mouth agape. “It’s so beautiful here, and look!” you exclaim as you walk to the adjoining bathroom. “It comes with a private bathroom!”

Namjoon and Yoongi smile at each other as they smell your sweet pea coming out in waves with a hint of more jasmine, which the boys now understand indicates your happiness.

“There is also a walk-in closet, but my favorite part is the sitting window. Perfect to read in,” Namjoon adds.

There is a knock at the door, though it is standing wide open. The three of you look over to see the manager, Jungkook, and a woman with an old-fashioned medical bag standing just outside the door.

“Pardon the interruption, but Dr. Blackwell is here,” Manager Sejin states, motioning to the woman beside him, who bows.

“Dr. Blackwell! It is good to see you again. Please come in. I am sure you were informed that Yoongi is in Alpha Space and will probably like to stay, but I will step out if needed,” Namjoon greets Dr. Blackwell with a firm handshake.

Dr. Blackwell is a younger-looking woman, but you can tell that she is still older than you. Her hair is in a French braid, and she is wearing a pantsuit. Setting her bag on the chest at the end of the bed, she looks at Yoongi with kind eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Kim. I was informed, and you are correct. Since the patient is not a member of your pack, you will have to leave. Technically, Mr. Min should leave as well, but I will leave that up to the patient,” she states, turning to you.

“Oh, umm…” Looking between the doctor and Yoongi, they both seem to await your decision. “Mr. M,” you are cut off by a huff and a tug around your waist, “Sorry, Yoongi can stay for now. I will ask him to step out if anything gets too private.”

Yoongi’s actions cause the doctor and Namjoon to pause before looking at each other. Dr. Blackwell speaks first: “Mr. Kim, I was informed that Mr. Min believes to be responsible for the injury. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is right, and as a mate ~cough cough~ bondedpack, we are all here to support them,” informs Namjoon while staring down the doctor.

“Oh, I see, and that would explain the familiarity. Thank you, Mr. Kim. That is all I believe I need from you now. Unless you want me to check out your cough?” Dr. Blackwell teasingly asks the Prime Alpha, who turns slightly pink.

“Nope, I got it. You got it. Yeah,” sputters Namjoon. “We will head out with the rest of the pack and be waiting in the dining room near the main kitchen if you need anything or need to kick Yoongi out.”

Pleasant conversations are happening here and there between everyone present. Everyone seems to avoid you as a topic since no one has said what is happening. However, since the doctor was here, most staff have concluded that something happened between you and Yoongi. The only ones that do know are the pack and their manager.

Namjoon watches from the entryway with Jungkook draped on his back. He has always felt proud of his pack and how they treat the staff like a pseudo-family pack. They have seen other idol groups treat their staff like stepping stones, which never felt right to any Bangtan pack.

“Hey, everyone,” Namjoon says loud enough to gain the room's attention. “The pack has to have a pack meeting while the doctor is here. I invite the staff to take some prepared snacks to the guest house across the lawn and settle in. We won’t be needing any services tonight aside from Manager Sejin.”

“Namjoon-ssi, I will also head over to the other house to settle in, but I will keep my phone on me. Please text me when you need me, and I will come right over,” the manager responds while holding a tray of rolled-up meats and cheeses.

“Sounds good. Bangtan Pack, we need to meet in the dining room. Grab what’s left and come sit down,” orders Namjoon, patting Jungkook on the hand and motioning for him to help carry stuff.

With that, the kitchen is filled with goodbyes, see you later, and other pleasantries as everyone departs. Namjoon, knowing that he doesn’t do well in the kitchen, turns and heads to the dining room they will use for the meeting.

The rest of the boys grab what they can and follow their Prime Alpha. The energy in the dining room is heavy. They know they have to discuss this; there is no getting around it, but the situation is odd. Once everyone is seated, Namjoon looks around the table to see each of his mates looking back expectantly.

“We can all agree that she is our mate, right?” The Prime Alpha asks, wanting to ensure they are at least starting on the same page. A chorus of agreement floods the room, lifting a weight off their shoulders.

“Hyung?” Jimin tentatively speaks up.

“Yeah, Jimin-ah, everything okay?” inquires Namjoon.

“Seeing how everyone has reacted to her, I agree that she is a mate, but I want to be honest with you all… I haven’t had time for my Alpha to respond to her.” Taking a deep breath, Jimin continues, “That isn’t right actually, to be transparent; my Alpha backs away whenever she is close. I don’t know why.”

Jimin looks down and picks at the tablecloth until a Hobi takes hold of his hand. “Jimin, you were close with our last playmate and were the first of us to connect with her on a deeper level of friendship. She broke that trust with you,” Hobi begins.

“I am sure I was not the only one who was shocked that you wanted a new playmate out here. I didn’t say anything because I figured you were trying to rebound. However, rebounding by finding a new friend differs from stumbling on a new mate,” explains Hoseok. “It will be difficult for you and some of our other mates because very few of us have had any experience outside our bonded mates.”

“Minnie,” Jungkook chimes in. “I know you are nervous, and you keep trying to find a way to be around her but not at the same time, which is okay. But you need to make sure to listen to yourself and your Alpha. It is okay if you are not jumping into it headfirst like some of us are.”

“Hobi-ah and Kook-ah are right, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon finally speaks up. “This goes for everyone. We will all take this at a comfortable pace for us and, more importantly, for her. Manager-nim reminded me that she probably cannot understand what is happening right now. Not just because we haven’t said anything yet but because she is human. She is likely fighting her instincts because we are already a bonded pack.”

“Remember how long it took us to convince Jungkook-ah he wasn’t a toy? Or how Taehyung-ah didn’t open up fully until after Jimin-h finally took it into his own hands?” inquires Namjoon.

“She is gonna be like that,” Seokjin states, gaining everyone’s attention. “We need to watch ourselves. Some of us are more instinctually driven, which could drive her away. She may have instincts because she is our mate, but she wasn’t raised using those.”

“With that being said… does anyone have any suggestions?” questions Namjoon.

“Yoongi will end up being her safe space, I think,” Taehyung comments more to himself than to anyone.

Hobi shifts in his seat, remembering how self-conscious you were in the van before he speaks up, “She reminds me of myself. She doesn’t have a good self-image. We should spend time with her. Show her who we are off-stage, as a pack, as mates with each other, and encourage her to join in.”

“While I think that is a good idea, she won’t join in,” Jungkook interjects. “She wouldn’t ask for a bottle of water for the worry of taking from the pack. How will she accept cuddle time or scenting?”

Yoongi’s ears are flat at your yelling or the feeling of failure. During the examination, his tail curled around his waist as your pain levels tinted your scent with mold. The feeling of failure and something akin to heartbreak filled his being.

The ever-calm Dr. Blackwell continues, “It would be best if you sought help during that time,” looking at Yoongi, “and since you have a respectable pack claiming responsibility for the injury, there should be nothing to worry about. Isn’t that right, Mr. Min?”

Yoongi nods with an almost blank face as he tries to hide his disappointment in himself. He internally scolds himself for breaking his mate during their first meeting.

“Mr. Min, I think it would be best to get your Prime Alpha to discuss anything further,” Dr. Blackwell instructs.

Looking briefly at you while you are looking at the floor, cradling your wrist, Yoongi leaves the guest room, quickly seeking out his pack. It isn’t often that Yoongi feels like he is in over his head and needs his hyung or Prime Alpha, but right now, he cannot breathe.

“Miss Y/n, have you dealt with hybrids?” inquires Dr. Blackwell.

“Yes, my family pack, as Bangtan puts it, consists of a beta fox and omega munchkin, but what does that have to do with anything?” you scoff back, the irritation at the situation spilling into your words.

Nodding with a calculating face, Dr. Blackwell says, “I see. That makes sense. You were the Alpha in your pack, which explains why you don’t understand what is happening around you.”

Snapping your head to look at the doctor, you demandingly ask, “What do you mean by that?”

Taking a tentative step forward, Dr. Blackwell places a hand on your shoulder, “It isn’t my place to say anything more than I already have. Just take a moment to think back to what you have learned about hybrids, and be open to the pack around you in the next coming weeks.”

Jin, being the closest to him, reaches out and pulls him to sit on his lap. Being Yoongi’s only hyung, he goes willingly and tucks his nose into Jin’s neck, “Hyung, I broke mate.”

“Yoon, it’s okay. You didn’t do it on purpose. It was strictly an accident,” Jin whispers while rubbing soothing circles on his back. The pack pushes calming scents into the room to help Yoongi avoid going into total Alpha drop.

“Yoongi-hyung, can you tell us what the doctor said?” asks Jungkook.

A muffled reply of “Broke wrist. Weeks healing. Need Pack Alpha” is heard because Yoongi won’t remove his nose from Seokjin’s neck as he seeks comfort.

“Joon-ah, go talk with Miss Y/n and the doctor. Get things figured out. We will take care of Yoon-ah,” Jin instructs, subtly pulling the elder card again.

“Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say. You smile down at him as you scratch softly on his hair, but Namjoon notes that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Are you still in pain?” he asks as his eyes close at the soothing feeling of your fingers.

“No, Dr. Blackwell gave me something for that, and it kicked in a few minutes ago. Though it’s going to be painful for a while,” you inform. Looking up, Namjoon stands next to the doctor with a sweet smile.

“Dr. Blackwell, can you explain the situation, please?” you ask, nodding to the wolf hybrid.

Nodding, she turns to the Prime Alpha, “Mr. Kim, Miss Y/n has what I suspect is a hairline fracture. To be certain, I would need to take her to the local hospital, but given your situation, that would not be a very easy task.”

“I can say with certainty that be it a hairline fracture or a severe sprain, she will have to wear a brace and not use her wrist for six to eight weeks,” she continues.

When you are reminded of the weeks of difficulty that will come, your scent turns watery, and worry creeps into your mind.

“As you all know, I am both a hybrid and a human doctor, which brings me to the next issue. While Miss Y/n is kind of heart and forgives Mr. Min of any wrongdoings, Mr. Min, according to the hybrid culture, is responsible for her recovery, and I must confirm this is happening,” states the doctor, her eyes set firmly on the Alpha.

“Wait, my recovery? I thought it was just to get me to see you?” Your eyes bounce between the three others in the room.

“That is correct, and as Prime Alpha of his bonded pack, we will provide for her over the next eight weeks minimum. We have the space, the means, and the power to do so, Dr. Blackwell,” Namjoon says, holding eye contact with you. His voice gave no room for argument.

“Prime Alpha Sir, you… the pack… my work… how?” you sputter while your mind runs into walls and failed solutions.

“Not to interrupt, but I will excuse myself as this is now a pack matter. Keep the brace on as much as possible to aid healing and prevent surgical intervention. I will leave my report with notes for your employer explaining your health situation and a vial of your pain medications on the dining room table,” Dr. Blackwell says as she gathers her things and bows, leaving the room.

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is right,” agrees Namjoon. “This is a pack matter now, and I think speaking with everyone together would be the best idea. Would you join us to discuss what to do next?”

While trying to comprehend the wild situation you got thrown in, you mumble, “Umm, yeah. We can do that. I can do that.”

Moving to stand, Jungkook moves out of the way and holds your good hand, leading you toward the living room where the pack is now gathered.

Seokjin and Yoongi are on the medium loveseat-like couch, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok are on the long couch, and the only open seat is an armchair.

You move to sit alone in the armchair only to have Jungkook pull you to the couch where Seokjin and Yoongi are. “Jin-Hyung, can we sit there with Yoongi?”

Noticing that Yoongi gets stiff at the question, you say, “No, no, that is okay. I think Yoongi has had enough of me. I can sit somewhere else.” However, not only does Jungkook not let go of your hand, but a black tail finds its way around your thigh.

“Sure thing, I will sit with Namjoon,” Seokjin smiles and moves to sit with his Prime Alpha on the arm of the chair.

Next thing you know, you are sandwiched between the bunny and jaguar hybrids. Yoongi is on your right, his tail still wrapped around your thigh, with the tip sliding up and down almost absentmindedly. Jungkook is on your left, still holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder.

Your body relaxes as you lean back on the couch, looking around the room. Your mind is joking about having a fur leash again despite Yoongi not looking at you since you entered the room and how you seem to have become a bunny pillow. After some thought, you realize that you don’t mind either action.

Someone clearing their throat pulls you from your thoughts. Looking towards the armchair, you see Namjoon sit up straighter and take on a look that clearly shows that it is the Prime Alpha talking and not the cute, funny Namjoon you have seen clips of on Instagram.

“Bangtan pack, Miss Y/n has a hairline fracture of her right wrist,” starts the Prime Alpha. At this information, a collective hiss of sympathetic pain comes from the other members.

“She will be required to wear that brace and limit the use of her hand for the next six to eight weeks. This brings up some causes of concern for Miss Y/n,” he continues.

Namjoon looks at you to continue, which prompts you to say, “Umm… well, I am right-hand dominant, so doing pretty much anything will be complicated. I only have about four days of sick pay saved up right now. So, returning to work will be a hurdle all on its own, not to mention doing any chores or cooking.”

Your eyes wander across the group as you speak. They all look at you like you speak something other than English or Korean. When your eyes come to a stop on Yoongi, he is finally looking at you, his eyes now a deep brown.

“Y/n, stay with us,” Yoongi states, not asking. “I am a respectable Alpha Jaguar, and it is my honor to care for you and bring you back to health. My Alpha has already told you outside that he would keep you safe until you are healed. I am here for the long haul.”

Your eyes widen at his declaration, and your mind blanks on what to say or how to respond.

From your other side, Jungkook cuddles into your side, his nose nudging your neck softly, “We all will be here for the long haul.”

“They are right, you know. We are a bonded pack of mates, and we would love to have you stay here with us so that we can take care of you,” Hoseok adds.

Breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you took to Hoseok as he and the others on that couch smiled genuinely. While you are sure any typical female with eyes would jump at the chance, you question, “What about my job? I cannot leave my work. I have rent to pay for my flat and food and stuff.”

“Y/n,” your head snaps to the Prime Alpha, “is it okay if we call you Y/n?”

Nodding, you turn your body to face him directly. Your left hand, still holding Jungkook’s, is gripping tightly, trying to ground yourself.

At your agreement, the Prime Alpha smiles, showing off dimples as he continues, “I figured that you would worry about a few things like that.”

“The room you met with the doctor in is yours while you stay here with us… at the pack house. When we say that we will take care of you, we mean it. We will cover all your expenses; it’s not like we lack the funds to care for anyone. Lastly, in order to keep a job to cover your everyday expenses, such as your flat, cell phone, etc., going, I have a proposition for you.”

Holding your breath, your eyes wide at everything he has said so far, you gulp, “What is your proposition, Prime Alpha, Sir?”

“Become our playmate.”

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buckybeardreams · 2 years ago

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Been working on my shifters verse 👀👀

@snarky-drabbles

He found Buck laid out in a sunbeam, the morning rays warming his fur.

He was clearly asleep, and clearly so at peace under Athena's watchful eye that he didn't even stir when Eddie approached him, only jerking his head up when Eddie's hand rested on it.

"Shh, you're okay," Eddie soothed, fingers brushing through thick fur.

Buck dropped his head back to the ground the moment he realized it was Eddie, content to just lay there and be pet.

He was so domesticated, past Buck would be disgusted, but current Buck was more than happy to greedily accept all of the attention from his Alpha after spending the early morning hours just lazing around the packhouse, no care in the world.

Eddie leaned down to press a kiss to his head, Buck’s ears twitching when his Alpha murmured, "shift for me."

Buck's snout scrunched up like he wanted to object but he shifted back obediently, only to find himself pinned belly-down under his Alpha.

Buck huffed, squirming a little and blushing when Eddie just pushed his hips forward, letting Buck feel the hard line in his sweats.

"E–Eddie!" Buck squeaked, cheeks burning. "Athena's on post!"

Athena was, in fact, on guard duty at the moment, but she politely turned her eyes away when Eddie all but tried to mount Buck fully-clothed on the front lawn.

"Should have stayed in the nest if you wanted privacy, baby," Eddie rumbled.

Buck huffed, letting his body go limp under Eddie.

Eddie growled approvingly, nipping at the back of his neck before soothing the spot with a lick and an apologetic kiss.

"Sorry, Buck, think my rut's getting close."

Buck hummed, rubbing his cheek against the grass and lifting his ass invitingly, pushing back into Eddie to show he wasn’t really upset with him.

"S'okay, Alpha," Buck mumbled. "Just not out here."

Eddie nodded, the movement registering for Buck even if he couldn't see it.

"Don't worry, pretty Omega, I'm gonna keep you safely tucked away in my nest, rut into your ass over and over until you're so full of my cum, you're round with it."

Buck's dick twitched at the thought but he still made a face because he actually wasn't looking forward to being stuck in the nest again.

He figured this time around it'd be more manageable, or at the very least, he'd be distracted by the Alpha constantly trying to knot him.

Last time would have been a lot more bearable if Eddie hadn’t been both constantly fretting and refusing to bite him.

Being bitten just did things to him!

Made him want to stay in the nest all day and just float in the fuzzy softness of blankets and Alpha wrapped around him.

"Eddie," Buck groaned.

Eddie chuckled, nuzzling at his neck once more before easing them into a more appropriate position, rolling off his mate and pulling Buck on top of him instead.

Buck immediately settled, sprawled out across Eddie's chest, damn near large enough that Eddie just disappeared underneath him.

Buck may be acting more and more like an Omega these days, but he still looked plenty Alpha, standing taller than Eddie by a good inch or two, with a bodyweight to match.

He wasn't some dainty little thing that needed to be pampered, but he found that he liked it, liked being spoiled, liked being a pillow princess, as Eddie called him, liked whining and getting his way.

He was sure he was setting an awful example for his pup, but what was so wrong with an Alpha being treated like a spoiled little Omega?

Buck found very little need to object to it.

#buddie #buddie 911 #sneak peek #shifters verse

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the-cult-of-russo · 2 years ago

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: What’s this? Two chapters in one day? Yes, yes it is lmao I love you guys and I’m feeling generous. Maybe I’m also super excited to finally share this with you after working so hard on it.

I forgot to mention in the last chapter, but this story will be 28 chapters long. It’s less than I first thought because I had to merge some shorter chapters together.

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You lay there in the mud with no intention to move. It wasn't so much that you didn't want to, just your pride wouldn't let you. It hardly looked good for your rep that you just fell over a fucking tree root. So for now, you lay there looking up at the clouds, listening to the rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk from the knives Atticus was throwing into the tree. You were grateful he was the only one around to see you fall, but somehow you knew he’d still mention it. Your best friend was a bastard like that. After a moment, a large hand was suddenly in front of you. With a huff, you took it, letting Atticus yank you to your feet. You squinted slightly, not liking the thoroughly amused smirk on his face. You just knew what was coming.

“I still don’t get how you manage it,” Atticus grinned slyly at you. You scowled, snatching the throwing knives off him. You swiftly threw them one after the other, hitting the target in the tree with ease. You'd been practicing with your knives since you were 12 years old, you were pretty good at it.

“Manage what?” you asked casually, pretending you had no clue what he was talking about.

“When we’re on the battlefield, you're the most graceful of us all. You’ve got the nickname ‘The Dancer of Death’. Yet somehow, when we’re not in a perilous situation, you have the grace of a one legged cow,” he snorted. Your mouth gaped open as you glared at him and it only made him grin wider at you.

“A one legge- how dare you! Just because I fall over occasionally doesn't mean I’m not graceful,” you retorted with a petulant frown.

“Y/N, you fell over your own feet three days ago and knocked yourself out when you banged your head on the table,” Atticus murmured with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed, your scowl not easing.

“I didn't fall over my own feet. I slipped on the rug, there's a difference,” you muttered with a huff.

“You still knocked yourself out. And let’s not forget last month when we had the meeting at the castle with the Council. You knocked over a lifesize statue of the fucking King and decapitated it,” Atticus snorted loudly.

Your cheeks stayed hot and you couldn't argue. There were no lies. Last month at one of the meetings where the Council gave you a job, you somehow fell over, tumbling into the lifesize statue of King William. It was fancy and looked super old. You didn't know it was of the King at the time since the statue was of a man in complete armor, even his face and you didn’t even know what he looked like anyway. But after one of the Council Elders lectured you for an hour, you realized you’d just decapitated the King's likeness. After being told when the King finds out how he’ll chop your hands off, you made a hasty retreat back home. You had every desire to keep your fucking hands.

“You act like you’re so much better. You think I didn't hear you fall up the stairs last night? I think you woke the whole house up,” you retorted with a smirk. Now it was his turn to huff as he folded his broad arms over his chest.

“Look, it's not my fault. My feet are big and the stairs are small. You do the math,” he replied with narrowed eyes. You were about to give him a witty retort when the loud booming voice of your Alpha traveled through the forest from the packhouse.

“Y/N! Atticus!” The pair of you looked at each other like children about to be told off.

“Oh shit, are we in trouble?” Atticus asked with a wary face.

“What did you do?” you asked him with an indignant scowl.

“Me? Why do you assume I’m the one who did something?” he asked, sounding offended. His voice rose a whole octave and you just leveled your gaze on him.

“Last week, you put muddy handprints on every single one of his shirts so it looked like he’d been molested where his non-existent breasts are,” you deadpanned. A beaming grin broke out on Atticus’ face and he had this far away look in his eyes like he was reliving it.

“Yeah… it was pretty good. He had no choice but to wear one until he got them cleaned,” he snorted. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“He made you train naked for three whole days. Was it worth it?” you asked with a grin.

“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation. The boy was strange.

“I swear, if you’ve done something and try to blame me again for it, I’ll smother you in your sleep,” you muttered seriously as you both slowly started walking back through the forest.

“I never blame you,” he replied. You stopped dead and he stopped too, giving you this innocent smile.

“You blamed me for the shirts,” you argued. He shook his head and gave you a toothy grin.

“I did no such thing,” he replied sweetly.

“I’m sorry, what do you call ‘I have no idea. Y/N must have done it, I saw her playing in the mud before’?” you asked with a quirked brow. His grin only widened, not even bothering to defend himself.

“Don't be scared, I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you with my life,” Atticus said with a sweet smile. You found yourself smiling at him as you shook your head.

“As sweet as that sentiment is, Atti, I’m the Beta which means I’m a rank above you. Not only that but my wolf is slightly bigger than yours,” you snorted. He squinted at you, looking more than offended and you had to fight to keep your laugh from falling from your lips.

“How dare you! The size of a man's wolf is a sensitive issue! Besides, it's not about the size, it's how you use it that counts,” he replied petulantly.

“That sounds an awful lot like something someone with a small wolf would say,” you mused teasingly. He glared harder at you but there was no real malice in his eyes.

“Aww don't be mad,” you grinned, stepping closer to him. He looked off to the side and you pouted, fisting his shirt a little as you bat your lashes up at him, your eyes all shiny and glittering in the sunlight. He looked at you, you knew he was about to crack. He never lasted long. After a moment, his lips twitched up and you grinned, making him roll his eyes at you.

“I hate that I can't even stay mad at you. You're a real bitch, you know that?” he huffed.

“Yeah, you tell me that at least twelve times a day,” you snorted. He grinned, yanking a strand of your hair and making you kick him in the shin. Lightly. If you did it to purposely hurt him you’d have broken it.

“Guys! Now!” the booming voice was back. The pair of you exchanged glances before hurrying back to the packhouse. When you broke through the clearing, your somewhat small packhouse came into view. A few people were milling around outside and Kosmos, your Alpha was standing in the doorway waiting for you. To anyone else, he was a scary fuck. He was huge and nothing but a hunk of muscle, his long black hair reaching past his shoulders and his whole torso and arms covered in black ink. Despite how intimidating he looked, when you and Atticus laid eyes on him, you relaxed infinitely, seeing the lazy grin on his face. Atticus huffed a string of curse words under his breath and you grinned to yourself. Kosmos liked to do this to you. He was like your older brother despite not sharing any blood, but he often used his scary boss voice on you just to fuck with you and make you worry. He wasn't a bad guy though, he was surprisingly chill for an Alpha. Unless you crossed him, then you were fucked.

Despite all the years that had passed, you could remember meeting him like it was yesterday. This pack wasn't like the others. The Nomad pack were a bunch of misfit wolves with nowhere else to go, but it hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time it had just been you, Atticus and Kosmos. You and Atti had grown up together in the same pack, and after a brutal rogue attack left your pack wiped out, you had been the only survivors. Atticus had saved your life that day. You had only been 8, putting Atticus at 9 but he was smart enough to cover you both in mud to mask your scents. You had been hysterical. You’d watched your parents get ripped to shreds in front of your very eyes and Atticus had to push down his own grief to take care of you. He’d hidden you in some bushes once your scents were masked and you had to hide there for a whole day until all the rogues were gone. Then the pair of you had nowhere to go and wandered the forest for days, hungry and scared. That was when you found a 15 year old Kosmos. He was the illegitimate child of an Alpha of a neighboring pack. After suffering years of abuse, he had fled. He’d been staying in a cave and after he’d seen the two small children covered in blood that wasn't their own and the haunted look in their eyes, he’d taken you in. At first, it had been the three of you. No Alpha, Beta or Gamma, just three wolves who considered each other family. But as the years went on, you took in more wolves like you and the others. Ones who had been abused or whose packs had been taken over, ones who needed a family. As the numbers grew, the need for hierarchy came into it and everyone voted the three originals into place. Kosmos as Alpha, you as Beta, and Atticus as Gamma. Your pack was still small compared to normal packs. Other packs had members in the hundreds, the Nomad pack was currently only at 21. Even with the hierarchy, Kosmos wasn't a typical Alpha. He protected the pack as was his job and he was the leader by default, but no matter what decisions had to be made, he always got everyone to vote instead of making the call himself. He didn't want it to be all about him. The opinion of his pack mattered. It worked well for you all since the pack was so small and things were running smoothly. The Nomad pack had built up its reputation and some other packs liked you, wanting to be on your side and have your help. Then of course were the packs that loathed you and who still classed you as rogues. Tarring you with the same brush as the vicious creatures who took your old pack away. You hated it. You weren't rogues and you never felt like you were. You were just lost wolves who needed a place and now you had one.

As you walked past Kosmos inside the packhouse, which was more like an oversized wooden cabin in the woods, Kosmos clipped Atticus around the head playfully, making him scowl at him. Kosmos didn't have an office, there wasn't enough space. The meetings were always held at the dining table and people just knew to leave you to it. You walked over and sat down, Viron already sat there munching on a sandwich. Viron was a strange wolf. He was only 18 and he seemed so much younger sometimes with how he acted. He’d been through a lot in his life before landing himself here with the pack and he had a nervous disposition. His mother had died giving birth to him and as a result, his father had blamed him. He’d tried to drown the poor boy at birth and then the abuse started. Luckily, Viron’s older brother and your now lead warrior, Damon, took him out of there before it got any worse. The two had then spent a lot of time as rogues trying to get by before they found the Nomad pack. When you sat down, he shot you a bright smile and you smiled back. While others usually made themselves scarce when you were having a ‘meeting’, you didn’t mind if anyone was around as there were no secrets in the pack.

“Right, the Council have moved their meeting with us up to tomorrow,” Kosmos murmured, toying with something in his hand. It looked something akin to an invitation and you huffed under your breath. You loathed meeting the pompous assholes. They still looked down on you despite the King giving Kosmos his blessing to make you an official pack the year before.

“Yay,” Atticus deadpanned, swiping one half of Viron’s sandwich and munching it. Viron growled at him and Atticus just grinned with his mouth full of food. You rolled your eyes, kicking him under the table and causing him to yelp and choke a little on his food. Viron smirked triumphantly at him.

“Are you finished?” Kosmos asked, looking at you all one by one like you were all children. You lowered your eyes and bit your lip so you didn't laugh. Kosmos in business mode was amusing.

“Yes, daddy. We’re sorry,” Atticus murmured with a smirk.

“Don't ever call me that again,” Kosmos grimaced. You couldn't hold your laugh back anymore and you snorted, shaking your head as Atticus looked more than pleased with himself.

“The King wants us to have dinner with him too,” that one sentence made silence blanket over the four of you and you felt your heart burst out of your chest. The only one of them to ever meet the infamous King was Kosmos.

“Oh no, you’re gonna die,” Viron muttered, his face pale as he ran his hand through his yellowy blonde locks, making it stick up every which way.

“Don't be so dramatic,” Atticus snorted with his mouth full.

“As much as I’d like to agree with you, Atti, he has a point. Everyone knows how the King hates rogues and most people still look at us that way,” you murmured with a frown. Everyone knew why the King hated rogues so much. After his Beta’s family was killed by them almost a century ago, he hadn’t been able to let go of the rage he felt for them.

“He’s not going to kill us. If he was, he’d just turn up here, he wouldn't wine and dine us first,” Kosmos said seriously. You turned your worried eyes to him then and he gave you a reassuring smile. It did ease you somewhat, he had a point. But why in the world the King wanted to dine with you all you had no idea and it left you feeling uneasy.

“We need to leave tonight to make sure we get there tomorrow on time. Y/N, I want you to stay here and-” Kosmos started.

“No,” you said firmly. Your eyes were blazing as you stared him down from his seat and Viron glanced warily from you to Kosmos.

“No?” he asked with a frown.

“No. We have no idea what this is about or what will happen. You're not asking me to hang back and not have your back out there. I won't do it,” you muttered. Kosmos heaved a sigh and even though you weren't looking at Atticus, you knew he’d be smirking, expecting this.

“Y/N-” Kosmos started again.

“No. You either take me with you or I’ll just follow after you leave,” you were firm in your words and they all knew you’d follow through on it too.

“Fine. Viron and Damon can take charge while we’re gone. We should only be gone a couple of days,” Kosmos sighed, seeing no use in arguing. Viron and Damon made a good team to run the pack. Despite Viron being a little skittish, he was still loyal and a good fighter when it came to it. Not only that, his overactive worrying meant security measures were always followed through and the pack was looked out for. You stood up and left to go to your room, you’d need to get ready for the journey you were about to take, you’d be walking for a day to get to the castle. After getting a small bag ready, you got changed. You had on some tight black pants, knee high leather boots, a white tunic that was tucked in and a large corset belt around your waist. You threw on your furs before grabbing your dagger, strapping it to your thigh. You met the guys back near the front door. They were dressed just like you were, black pants, leather boots and with tunics and furs. You knew Kosmos would have told the pack where you all were going and the plan. After a hug from Viron and reassuring him you’d be fine, you were off.

As you walked through the forest, you found yourself wishing it was the full moon so you could shift, it would take much less time in wolf form to get there. Nevertheless, you all trekked the long journey, weapons at the ready in case anything happened. You’d pissed a lot of people off doing what you did, you could never be too careful. If you got outnumbered, your weapons would come in handy. There was only so much you could do, your reputation far exceeded you. The 21 pack members were all good fighters. The one thing Kosmos was adamant on was teaching each wolf who joined how to fight well, not only so they could help out the pack, but for themselves. Every single one of them had some baggage they brought with them, whether it be abuse, neglect or trauma from losing a pack. He wanted every pack member to feel empowered and strong, wanted them all to be able to defend themselves all on their own if it ever came to it. There were no young or elderly in the pack and everyone could fight. Your reputation had grown with other packs wanting to be your allies and paying you for bounty hunting or helping out with wars or rogue problems. Other packs didn't like you, still calling you rogues and that only added to the fear factor of the Nomad clan. People don't like what they don't understand. And people didn't understand how supposed rogues had formed a legitimate pack of their own when rogues tended to have no loyalty if they gained nothing from it. You were excellent warriors and word travel fast around these parts. Soon everyone was talking about the pack of rogues. So much so that the Council got involved and wanted in on the action. The Council didn’t like you guys much but they saw you as useful and that's how you ended up being called there every now and again to get high risk jobs. But the pack never asked to be paid with money, you got paid with food and weapons to ensure your pack would be okay to last. The safety of your pack was all the three of you wanted. You were all tired by the time you reached the lands of the castle. The journey had been long and you’d only stopped briefly in the night to rest, taking turns to keep watch. You couldn't be too careful. Not only were the rogues getting bolder recently around this area but to top it off, some packs still wanted your heads on a stick just for having that same label slapped onto you. You had your weapons stored away before the castle gates as you got checked over by the guards. It was the same shit every time. They couldn't be too careful with anyone so only the King and his men were allowed weapons in the castle grounds unless permitted.

No matter how many times you had seen it now, the castle always blew you away when you walked in. The lands were vast and your eyes traveled to the warriors training, all clad in black and red. They were skilled fighters and you had always wanted to sit there and watch them, learn some tricks yourself. You and your pack were good but you were all self taught. The castle itself was huge and looked right out of a fairytale. It was old, centuries old just like the King himself. You’d never met him, had no clue what he looked like. All you knew was that he hated rogues and he was old. You couldn't help but picture some old graying man with a crown on his head and you snorted to yourself. Wolves aged differently to humans and he was a Lycan Demigod. He was immortal. But still, you had no idea just at what point he stopped aging so in your head, you imagined an old grumpy man. As soon as you stepped foot inside, a young maid wearing a long white and red peasant dress greeted you with her head bowed out of respect.

“Good afternoon, Alpha. I’m here to take you and your men to the Council,” she murmured softly. You didn't bristle at being referred to as a man. It wasn't that you looked manly. Far from it really, your outfit only seemed to accentuate your curves but it was just the norm to refer to the Alphas next in command as his ‘men’.

“Already?” Kosmos asked with a gruff tone. You were glad you weren't the only one feeling grumpy from the long trek here to meet some stuck up assholes.

“Y-yes, Alpha,” the maid squeaked softly. She was clearly nervous about being close to an Alpha, you hardly blamed her. Kosmos was scary looking and his aura was pretty tense.

“We were kind of hoping to wash up a little,” you supplied with a soft smile, hoping to ease the girl’s nerves.

“And sleep,” Atticus added with a huff.

“I’m sorry. The Council requested to see you as soon as you arrived,” the maid explained apologetically. Atticus let out a pathetic whine and you snorted, elbowing him as Kosmos gave the girl a nod. You followed her through to the far east of the castle where the Council lived and did their business. It was hardly ideal to meet them like this. The three of you were slightly muddy, ridiculously tired and hungry. The Council should have let you take a quick nap, your patience would be frayed in the meeting. The Council was made up of a bunch of old wolves who thought they knew everything. The King had appointed them as a Council to take care of lesser things so he had more time for important stuff. The Council leaders were three old men, the ones you’d always meet. It was clear the men didn't like you all much, still looked at you distrustfully, seeing you as rogues like the vile creatures that lurked around with bloodlust. But yet they were more than happy to get you to help them out with harder jobs. It always rubbed you the wrong way, like you were only good to be used for your reputation but not respected. You couldn't very well turn down the offer of jobs from the Council as it was practically like turning down the King, like spitting on his shoes. You had no choice but to take their offers. Not only that but they paid you way more than the usual Alpha’s did due to how risky these jobs were. That meant you’d get a month's supply of food for one job for all of the pack and you would get weapons and medical supplies too. It was ensuring the safety and comfort of your pack. You needed these jobs, but you hated these assholes who looked at you like you were nothing but dirt on their shoes. You would love to see the three pompous asses go out and handle these jobs themselves instead of getting you to do it. They wouldn't last a minute out there.

As you reached the large wooden doors, the maid politely asked you to wait there as she slipped inside, the door closing but left slightly ajar. You, Atticus and Kosmos stood outside patiently waiting, listening.

“My Lords, the Nomad pack are here to see you,” the maid said softly from inside.

“Ooh, ‘my lords’,” Atticus muttered mockingly in a high voice. Not so much at the maid but at how she had to address the idiots waiting inside for you. You bit your lip to not laugh and Kosmos reached around you, thawking Atticus around his head. Atticus glared across at the Alpha who smirked at him. It was hilarious really. They had this reputation for being ruthless and ferocious in the battlefield but behind closed doors they were like siblings fighting and bickering. If any of your enemies could see them now.

“Behave. We’re in the Royal Castle. Let's not make them think we’re savages, yeah?” Kosmos said quietly. Atticus rolled his eyes, and heaved a sigh.

“They already think we’re fucking savages,” he muttered in contempt. You had to agree with him on that one and the silence from Kosmos made it clear he also agreed. Before another word could be said, the door opened and the maid bowed her head, gesturing for you to walk in. You gave her a warm smile and the maid smiled shyly back at you. It was time to get your game face on now though. You might be carefree most of the time but you had a reputation to uphold. People feared you and you used it to your advantage, you needed to act tough so you didn’t look weak. The small number of your pack members already made you a target. The three of you steeled your faces as you walked inside, dreading what the Council were going to tell you this time. You were also wondering about the dinner invite with the King. That was new. You couldn't help but feel like whatever was going on was going to change things quite a bit.

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