it actually drives me insane when other characters get mad at buffy for taking charge or acting like she's the boss like imagine since you were 15 years old you have been told that the entire fate of the world rests on your shoulders, that you will live and die for it and you dont have a choice in the matter, that you have to make decisions that will result in people either living or dying, that you are the slayer, the only chance of giving balance to the world, and then people are like "why are you so bossy?" bc she's the fucking boss. wasn't her choice but she is.
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The alpha greets Kinn with Kim at his side, a possessive hand on the back of his neck forcing Kim to keep his head bowed. He gnashes his teeth against the radiating command of submit, submit, submit. He refuses to look at his brother, even when he hears Kinn’s sharp inhale.
Oh, Kim is certain he makes quite a shocking sight. His alpha has been kind enough to allow him pants for this meeting, a pair of filthy days-old sweats that still stink of his heat. The rest of his body is left bare. Every last mark on his body—the bruises sucked and beaten into his flesh, the scratches raked into his skin—is on display. And the crowning jewel—the still-healing bite in Kim’s neck, too high to even think of hiding it, barely scabbed over and flushed an angry red.
“Kim—”
The alpha digs his claws into Kim’s nape and he snarls, jerking in the unforgiving grip. He’s half-feral with fury and doesn’t care at all about the sticky warmth now dripping down his spine.
“Thank you for the gift,” the alpha says smoothly, dragging Kim into his side. He fights it, digging his own claws into his palms. He will not submit. “Not as docile as an omega should be, but it was a pleasure to break him in nonetheless.”
Kinn, forever wearing his heart on his sleeve, stands there struck dumb. Kim wants to yell at him, to demand he do something, say something, anything other than stand there, his silence an admission of his weakness. But Kim, trembling beneath the force of fury and fear and that fucking command, pulsing through their bond, can’t force the words to come.
“I believe we have business to discuss,” Kinn finally manages, a small relief, even if his voice is tight with barely restrained horror and hatred.
“Yes. Let’s find somewhere more comfortable. Come along, darling.”
As if Kim has a choice. He’s led by neck as the alpha turns on his heel and begins walking down the hall. Is it a deliberate choice to pass the room where Kim was forced to spend his heat, the thick, cloying scent of it still wafting out as they pass? It must be. Kim feels the charge in the air, Kinn’s hackles rising.
Kinn wants to kill him. The alpha that has taken what does not belong to him. He wants to protect his pack. Kim wants to tell him it’s too late for that. Years too late. Their father ensured a long time ago that there was nothing left to protect Kim from, no torment he’s been spared. Nothing he hasn’t learned to endure, just as he will continue to endure this.
Kim catches Kinn’s eyes only long enough to shake his head. Slowly, so that his brother will understand.
What’s done is done, he wills his brother to understand. Kim has already sacrificed himself to his brother’s cause. If Kinn ruins it all now in the name of hollow vengeance—it will have all been for nothing. The violation, the mutilation, a bite mark in his flesh that will scar into an unbreakable bond, forever tying him to this thing that is less than a man. Kim needs his sacrifice to be worth it.
This alpha will get what’s coming to him someday. Kim will make sure of it. But when that day comes, it will be his hand that delivers the killing blow. It’s the least of what he’s owed.
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