#that boy could probably decimate muscle tension

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20. A Massage

Donatello wasn't always the best when it came to his posture. Sometimes he got a little too invested in his work, too focused, and he forgot that sitting properly or, at the very least, having a good stretch every thirty minutes would save you a lot of pain later.

It's something Raph lectured all of them for often, but Donatello got i the most. His shell allowed for more flexibility, but that often meant him sitting in ways he shouldn't be for too long.

The bright side was, Raph taught himself a lot of massage therapy and taught his siblings plenty of tricks too. Donatello knew how to stretch his shoulders, his back, and if it got bad enough he could always turn to his siblings for some additional help.

It was things like that, that made him very aware when it was happening to someone else. For example, this was the fourth time in the span of seven minutes that Jase leaned back in his computer chair, bending his arms back to arch his shoulders, and then slump back onto his desk. His shoulders were tense, raised almost all the way to his jaw, and his hands hovered way too high off the keyboard which they always did when he typed that fast.

Donatello put away his own laptop and climbed off Jase's bed to step over and look at what he was working on.

Code, not surprising, but it did still sometimes surprise Donatello just how fast his friend could churn it out considering he preferred the engineering aspect to robotics over the programming. It just helped to be familiar with both, he supposed.

"Need to take a break?" Donatello offered.

"What for?" Jase said, just as he leaned back once again, like he was trying so hard to make something in his spine pop but it wouldn't.

"Your shoulders hurt." Donatello crossed his arms.

Jase blinked, fingers going still. "Wh-- well it's not that bad. I'm almost done with this."

"Uh huh." Donatello straightened up. "I know you're usually the one to try and lecture me about my health, but you're posture is going to wreck your shoulders." He physically tugged the chair away from the desk. "Go lay down for a minute. Do you have any massage oils in your bathroom?"

"Wh-- Massage WHAT?"

Donatello jumped a bit from the volume of Jase's voice. He glanced back at his friend. Were his cheeks going red?

"Massage oils? You know? To help with a massage?"

"Y-you don't need to do that." Ah, the nervous Jase stutter. Been a while since that came around. "I mean that's... a little personal right?"

Donatello tilted his head. "No? My brothers and I do it for each other all the time, keeps us healthy and in shape." He held up a finger and smiled. "Besides, it's just the shoulders, maybe a bit of the neck and upper back? If I do anything you really can't stand then I can stop."

"I..." Jase's gaze darted around before it settled on the floor, his toe digging into the plush rug. "G-guess we could try."

"Great." Donatello clapped his hands. "So... massage oils?"

"Not sure we have anything, but you're welcome to look for anything that might work."

"Great. Get on the bed then and take your shirt off."

"Huh?" Jase screeched again.

Donatello adjusted his headphones to get rid of the ringing in his ears. "Relax. Do you expect me to rub your shoulders through your shirt? That's not going to work at all. I'll be right back."

He headed out of Jase's bedroom and to the upstairs bathroom. Honestly, what had the guy so nervous? Maybe he'd just never gotten a massage before and didn't know what to expect. No worries. Donatello certainly knew the difference between a light massage and a deep tissue one. They could start easy and get more intense if needed.

Shame they didn't have any of Raph's extra equipment here--some of which Donatello built based on what he could figure out from devices they couldn't get hold of. Whatever, he could make do.

Once in the bathroom he began to dig through the cabinet. Sometimes it surprised him the amount of things in the bathroom considering Jase and his father were the only ones living here. Facial cleansers, lotions, a few tubes of eyeliner and even one for mascara, dry shampoo, a lot of wrapped mini soaps taken from hotels, over a dozen small tubes of toothpaste, and of course a handful of scented lotions. Lotion wasn't ideal, more on the greasy than the oily side--yes there was a difference.

But opening the cabinet over the toilet yielded better results. Among the bath soaps, salt scrubs, and even an odd container of crayons he found a half used bottle of massage oil. The light layer of dust indicated it hadn't been used recently, but the stuff lasted. Just his luck.

Donatello went back to the bedroom and found Jase on the bed, face down, shirtless. A muffled scream hummed through the room, the pillow probably absorbing most of it.

"Wow, does it hurt that bad?" Donatello stepped closer and started taking off his gloves.

Jase spoke, but once again it was barely audible.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Jase muttered after turning his head. Yeesh, his face was still red. Was he starting to feel sick?

"Alright." Donatello cracked his knuckles and put the open bottle on the nightstand. "Let's see what the damage is."

The second he put his hands on Jase's shoulders, his entire body went rigid.

"Jase," Donatello gave a soft laugh. "Relax. I promise this isn't going to be as bad as you think."

He muttered something else into the pillow, but bit by bit the tension left his shoulders.

Well, sort of. Pressing his palms and thumbs along the muscles running from the neck down to the shoulder blades, it was easy to notice just how tight everything was. You could probably break a rock on some of these.

Donatello lingered for a second, not just to figure out where everything was, but studying Jase's skin. What were all these odd colored spots on his shoulders? Not freckles, he knew what those looked like. They almost seemed to be scars of some kind.

Whatever, he wouldn't ask.

"Got my work cut out for me it seems." Donatello let go to grab some oil. "But no worries. I'll start simple. If it hurts some, that's normal. If it hurts a lot then tell me to stop." He opened the bottle and flinched as the strong aromas hit his nose. Peppermint was good for sore muscles but god did it reek when it was this concentrated.

They didn't usually use scented oils at home. With how their skin was built it never got absorbed the same way, so there wasn't much point. Oil just helped reduce friction.

He kept himself from gagging as he dumped some on his hand and put the bottle back. The scent kept burning his nose, so he held his breath now and then and got started.

The first few minutes were fine, gentle rubs to ease some of the tension, but when he pressed down harder to start forcing the knot out, he could feel Jase holding his breath.

"Does that hurt really bad?" Donatello decided to check in, in case his friend was trying to tough it out.

Jase turned his head to speak. "Little bit, almost burning kind of?"

Donatello hummed his acknowledgement. He went a little bit lighter for the first few rounds, focusing on one side before going to the other.

He kept it up for about thirty minutes, not wanting to overdo it. He finished it off with a few more gentle rubs and pulled his hands away, keeping them a fair distance from himself to avoid the smell or spreading the oil anywhere else on his person.

"There, how's that?" He asked with a smirk.

At first, no response.

"Jase?"

"Huh?" His friend half snapped up, as if coming out of a daze. "Wh..."

Donatello snorted. "Not falling asleep are we?"

"Ugh just, zoning out." He sat up all the way, rubbing his eyes.

"Don't feel bad, Mikey always falls asleep during long sessions. I've timed it before. Our record so far is ten minutes and twenty three seconds."

Jase hummed, then smiled, still rubbing his eyes before passing them over his now very messy hair. He looked so different without his glasses. And he looked sleepy and--

Adorable.

Donatello's heart twisted in his chest so fast it forced him to clear his throat. "Anyway, I'm going to wash my hands. Be back in a minute."

It took a few rounds to get all the oil off his hands--damn this hand soap for not being strong enough. By the time he got back to the bedroom he found Jase still on the bed, laying down, evidently he'd just fallen asleep.

Donatello smiled and tugged the blankets free on the opposite side of the bed before tossing them over his friend. Work shopping was done for the evening it seemed. He grabbed the stack of sticky notes on his desk to leave a good bye message. He glanced over at Jase as he did, watching him grab the loose covers and curl up tighter.

Then he glanced back at the sticky note, realizing he'd drawn a few hearts at the bottom.

Donatello cursed and ripped it off, chucking it in the trash before starting over.

Just what was he doing?

[ksyescribe]

Warmth

Prompt: A nightmare has you rushing out of your room in an effort to escape your thoughts. You just don’t expect to find him at your door.

Ship: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Content: Hurt/Comfort??? I don’t know honestly, they both work through some of their stuff

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This stupid fucking idea WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. I honestly wanted to drop it so badly but instead. It kept pestering me. Now here we are. It’s probably VERY rough but I hope you guys live it nonetheless :’)

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Your lungs are filled with smoke.

Breathing hurts. You feel like you’re burning inside out.

You can hear the crackling of the fire in the distance but you can’t find it in you to care.

You’re too focused on the scene in front of you.

Shoji, Midoriya, and Todoroki stand ahead of you confronting the villains who attacked the training camp.

You’re hidden behind one of the thickest trees you could find, waiting for an opening to launch your own personal attack.

Then you see it.

An opening.

The villains start hopping into their respective portals and then...

Dabi and Compress monologuing to your classmates.

Had this been any other time you’d roll your eyes. Perhaps taunt them at the way they fit every stereotypical villain trope.

But this isn’t any other time. So you move fast.

Without thinking too much you launch forward, your quirk turning you into a burning projectile.

As you move through the air, pieces of ice suddenly appear in front of you. They’re no match for the heat enveloping your body right now. In mere seconds, they’re puddles on the ground as you move forward.

All around you, you can hear the sounds of the battle below but you pay no mind to it. Instead focusing on the villains. Your brain calculating the angle you’d have to shift to to be able to capture them and avoid going through the portal.

But then, something unexpected happens.

Aoyama’s laser shoots through the bushes. The three boys scramble forward. Shoji catches on orb. Todoroki’s snubbed by Dabi.

And then...

Bakugou’s mere inches in front of you.

Somehow, your fire burns stronger.

No longer a sharp orange but instead a bright purple.

You’ve maxed out your temperature limit.

You can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when Bakugou’s right in front of you.

You stretch out your hand, desperately trying to reach him.

Bakugou, his eyes ever resilient, still hold a trace of fear.

You push, surpassing the limits of your quirk that were already being pushed to the brim.

Your body screams in agony, but with Bakugou still in front of you, you fight it.

That still doesn’t deter the scream of agony that seems to be bubbling up through your throat. You can’t stop that, but you can alter it somehow.

“Bakugou!” Your scream is raw pain. You pour every ounce of the pain you feel into it as your quirk continues to burn you alive.

All of your body is on fire except one part. Your right hand.

The one outstretched towards Bakugo.

The one that brushes against his fingertips for a split second.

Then, nothing.

The warp gate is gone. Bakugou gone with it.

A wail of agony slips through your clenched teeth. And as you slam into the wall of trees that stood behind the warp gate another scream of pain rips itself from your mouth.

Everything burns. Your body, your pride, your heart.

You exhausted yourself, damaged your body, and put yourself through hell all just to let Bakugou slip away.

You can’t help the cries that you let out. Ear piercing wails, heavy with pain and agony.

You can hear people calling your name but all you can do is let out sobs. And then suddenly you feel your flames rile themselves up again.

You try to bite it back but suddenly a scream makes its way up your throat and then-

Suddenly you’re shooting up, tumbling from your bed onto the floor. You gasp for air as your eyes start to focus on the dark room around you.

The familiar surroundings of your UA dorm room slowly come back into focus. Coughing, you swivel your head around, your eyes passing over the familiar pieces of furniture and decor that decorate your room.

Turning back to the floor, you close your eyes and attempt to even out your breathing again. Slowly you take deep breaths.

I’m safe. I’m at UA I’m safe. No one can hurt me here. I’m safe.

You repeat this mantra to yourself, over and over again as your breathing evens out. You sit back, bringing your knees up to your chest as your heartbeat begins to simmer down as well.

The Training Camp. Kamino. Bakugou.

They plague your mind when you’re awake and your dreams when you’re asleep. It seems no matter what you try you can’t escape them. You take in a shaky breath as you squeeze your eyes shut.

It’s all over. You’re all safe and accounted for. Bakugou’s back safely. This is a win for you, so what are you so worried about?

But it’s not a win. In fact, this is the furthest thing from it. At best, it’s a stalemate. At worst, well a rather crushing defeat.

Parts of Kamino ward were left decimated, the entire ward nearly destroyed. And with it went All Might as well, no longer a Symbol of Peace.

You rubbed the heels of your palms against your eyes before slowly standing up. Your throat was scratchy, your head hurt, it was way too stuffy in this room. You had to get out for a bit. Maybe some fresh air would help clear your head. Maybe.

Pulling on a light hoodie, slippers and your water bottle you make your way out of your room.

Well, you would have been leaving your had you not found someone outside preparing to knock on your door.

Donning his trademark black tank top and sweats combo, Bakugou freezes in front of you as you open the door. His eyes are widen at your sudden appearance, fist paused mid way through the air, as he blinks trying to regain his composure.

It’s the first time either of you have seen each other since the training camp. You take in his appearance, paying close attention to the exposed skin on his arms. All things considered, he look good, healthy even. No new scars or injuries as far as you can see.

Your analysis of Bakugou’s physical state is interrupted by a choked sound. Your eyes immediately focus on his face, expecting him to be sporting an expression of pain. Instead, his eyes are wider than before, with his mouth slightly agape as he zeroes in on an area of your body. Following his gaze, you feel your face heat up as you realize what he’s staring at.

In your hurry to leave, you hadn’t placed your sweater on properly. The right sleeve had slid down to your elbow, revealing white bandages that encased your arm and your shoulders. 

Bakugou could see that they didn’t just end there. In fact, on closer inspection, he saw that the bandages disappeared beneath your clothing. From what he’d heard, it was more likely that they wrapped the entirety of your body. Awkwardly you pull the sleeve back up around your shoulder, zipping it up the middle to hide the rest of your body away. Bakugou observes your actions, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

Clearing his throat, he breaks the silence, “Can I, uh, come in?”

You find yourself nodding before you speak up, “Yeah sure. I’m just going to get some water really qui-”

He holds up a single finger, “Wait here.”

Nodding slowly, you watch in confusion as Bakugou walks briskly down the hallway. Not even a minute later, he’s making his way back up the hall towards you, two water bottles in his possession. 

“Can we talk now?” 

You nod silently, moving back to let him into your room. After he’s brushed past you, you close the door quietly. Setting down your bottle, you walk over to the balcony, opening the doors to let a bit of fresh air into the room.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you mutter as you push the doors to the side, “but I was also going to get some fresh air.”

Bakugou lets out a hum of acknowledgment, “Hard time sleeping?” 

You offer him a small one-sided smile, “Yeah. Something like that.”

You take a seat on the floor, your back pressed up against one of the cold glass doors of the balcony. Bakugou comes over to sit next to you, a sigh escaping from his lips as his skin touches the glass. Silently he hands you one of the bottles he brought before. With a quiet thanks, you unscrew the cap and take small sips of water, relishing the moisture that it provides your otherwise dry mouth. 

Silence envelops your room, the only sound coming from the rustle of the leaves as the wind passes by. You close your eyes for a second, letting the fresh air wash over you, enjoying how it filters past your clothing to ease your warm skin. 

Next to you, Bakugou takes in a small breath of air before speaking, “I heard what you did.”

Your eyes are still closed. The scenes of the forest flash behind your eyelids as Bakugou continues to talk.

“They told me you nearly killed yourself trying to save me.” He tries to keep his tone even, but tension slowly begins to fill the room. With a topic like this, avoiding difficult conversations is near impossible.

You swallow another sip of water, fingers instinctively tightening around the plastic bottle. Trying to save face, you let out a small laugh, “It wasn’t even that bad,” you say, waving off Bakugou’s concern, “They’re just exaggerating.”

Bakugou knows you too well to fall for your tricks. You’ve done this before, waving off other’s concerns only to land yourself in dangerous situations. He’s not letting you get off so easily this time. Especially not with the current state of your body. 

A scoff falls from his lips, “So I guess the bandages are just for show then? New aesthetic you’re trying out?” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Bakugou,” you start off slowly, “I’m fine. They’re just skin wounds. They’ll heal over time.”

“Just skin wounds!? Are you listening to yourself right now?” 

You sigh, too tired to have a battle with him over the severity of your injuries. Is it not enough that you have to suffer through the process of healing? According to the universe, it wasn’t, so they sent Bakugou here to scold you. 

“You were burning alive when they found you,” he hissed, the temperature in the room rising. “That stupid bastard’s ice couldn’t even cool you down. You were melting right through it.” 

A heavy sigh, then, “Not to mention, your body was literally fighting itself. Patches of skin trying to use the heat to repair itself and other parts kept lighting themselves up, thinking that your quirk was still in use.”

Heavy breaths fill the room until finally, Bakugou’s voice drops, “You were out cold for five days. Three of those days, they spent accommodating the shifting temperatures of your body. Two other days were spent with special healers to see if they could repair the damage done to your skin.”

“You almost died.” His voice trembles at the end of the sentence. You hear him take a shaky breath, rubbing your hands over your face trying to ease the hurricane of emotions you felt.

You hear shuffling, and suddenly you’re being pulled forward and into a solid, warm body. His arms wrap around you, maneuvering you gently so that your chests press into each other. Your head rests on his shoulder as his hands rub reassuring circles against your back. Your arms come around his back, pulling him closer to you while you breathe in his familiar scent.

“And then,” he mumbles, “I come back just to find you avoiding me.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you murmur into his neck. 

“Yeah? So you just happened to avoid the common areas every single time I was there?” 

You breathe in, about to answer him before he interjects, “And don’t say it was just a coincidence because I saw you peeking your head around corners trying to see if I was still around.”

You sigh frustratedly, “I just didn’t want you to see me like this. I knew you were going to blame yourself for it.”

Bakugo, somehow, pulls you closer, “That’s because it is my fault.” He presses his face into the crook of your neck, doing his best to stifle the words. But it’s too late. You’ve already heard them. 

You pull away just a bit, pushing back against Bakugou’s chest breaking the contact between you. He lets out a sound of displeasure at the loss of contact but ultimately holds your gaze. You raise a hand up, cradling his face as you look at him. 

“This wasn’t your fault,” you begin, shaking your head as you continue, “This was my body. My own quirk did this to me. I pushed myself past my limit. That’s on me.”

Bakugou’s eyes drop to the space between you, refusing to meet your gaze. You feel his body tense up below you, his hands tightening in the fabric of your clothing as he glared downward.

“They were after me. They attacked the training camp looking for me. Kamino was demolished because they were saving me. You pushed yourself past your limit because of me!”

Below you, you can feel the tremors that take hold of his body. Cautiously you use your hand to tilt his head up. His eyes were watery, blinking continuously to prevent tears from slipping out. Still, one managed to slip out, making a slow descent on the slopes of his face. Using your free hand, you wiped the tear away before cradling his head. Slowly you brought his head forward, tilting it downward as you pressed a small kiss to his forehead before pulling back. 

“This isn’t your fault Bakugou,” you stroke his cheek as you continue, “Things were about to hit the fan sooner or later. Everyone felt that. It’s something that was bound to happen. It could’ve happened anywhere, to anyone. This isn’t on you.”

Bakugou holds your gaze for a moment before nodding. His face turns downward once again as the tears flow freely. You’re there, wiping away gently with the sleeves of your wrist as you cradle his head, planting small kisses on his forehead. You hold him, comforting him and murmuring reassuring words as he lets out the emotions he’d been harboring for days. His hold on you never falters. 

Time passes as the two of you hold each other, making up for lost time. Bakugou’s shaking has simmered down into soft trembles. His forehead is pressed into your neck as he takes deep breaths, calming himself after his emotional release. Your hands rake through his head slowly as you continue to leave the occasional kiss on his forehead. 

He takes a shuddering breath, “What happens now?” 

He pulls back to look at you. Red rimmed eyes gaze at you, framed by furrowed eyebrows as he looks to you for an answer.

You sigh deeply, “We train. We grow. We get stronger.” 

You pull one of his hands into yours, interlacing your fingers together, “So we’ll be ready the next time they come.”

Next time. 

God. Could you handle a next time? Could he? You both know that the League is far from done with their meddling. They could come back at any moment. With stronger players and perhaps strong allies. And yet…

Bakugou nods at you, eyes determined, “Next time. We’ll be ready.”

His tone is infectious, and you find yourself nodding back at him. 

Quietly, the two of you begin to untangle yourselves and rise together. 

His hands come to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on the fabric of your sweats. You smile gently as you decipher the look on his face.

“Bakugou?” 

He hums in response, eyes meeting yours again. 

“Could you stay the night? I’ll, uh, sleep better if I know you’re safe with me.”

He nods, one of his hands moving to cradle your face, “Of course.”

He tugs you towards the bed, “Let’s go to bed.”

[tittty-bitty]

Nemuri struts from store to store like an empress gracing her presence on her citizens. Really it was businesses being graced with one of her clients limitless creditcards and her impulse shopping. Who ever invented financial domination was a mastermind.

“Come along darling! Just a few more shops then we can be done!”

“You know Miss Midnight, when you said you needed help with extra curriculars, I didnt think it would make me a pack mule for your personal spending habits.”

“Your still a pillar of peace! It’s just now you have a metal hook for me to hang my shopping bags on.”

She looked over her shoulder to see Yagi struggling with the shopping bags. Yagi isn’t weak by any means, even with out his quirk. She’s seen him spar with Shota plenty of times. Which is totally just two coworkers sparring for exercise Shota claimed, with no sexual tension at all thank you very much. But any one would struggle with that many bags, especially a man with only one lung.

They manage to make it into Gucci with out any lungs popping. Yagi sprawls on one of the ottomans with a poof and start to rub his wrists. She starts to look at the purses and leather belts. Not even glancing at the price tag before adding them to her haul. When she goes back to the waiting section she glances at Yagi. Who is scrolling away on his smartphone. Despite losing over 200 pounds of muscle, he was still an attractive man. Sharp cheek bones, piercing eyes, and such a sweet smile. His handsome features multipled when he gained more confidence in this form. Everyone could see after the truth was out about Allmight that he wasn’t comfortable in his true form. Scared to talk to other adults, skiddish and horrifically terrified of making mistakes. Not including how he obviously avoided reflections and wore only baggy outfits. But a year after his retirement and him making friendships with his colleges at UA, he finally started accepting himself and it’s amazing on the amount of progress he’s had. She’s so proud of her coworkers, especially her boys to make Allmight’s retirement less lonely. Even if one is especially passionate with the task but wants to be an edgy teenager about it.

Despite the progress the man made, he still didn’t know how to dress himself for shit. He may of got himself a few outfits that arnt 5X but he still loves to drown in his clothing. If she has to be assaulted with that damn yellow suit one more year she’s going to ask young Todoroki to set it on fire for extra credit.

If only he would wear clothes that actually fit him. Show off his long neck, his collar bones, long legs narrow waist, she could go on and on about why Yagi needs a new wardrobe. She needed to show the world how Yagi is still a fine ass man. She has checked him out countless times to be confident with that claim. There was one day where he had to actually put on pants that fit him way too well after a coffee spill and had to borrow some pants from mic. She doesn’t understand how a man so skinny could still have an ass. Nothing to go over the moon about but it was so cute, so perky for a man his age. It almost distracted her from the front, his buldge which is probably the one thing that stayed the same from his Allmight form. It was extremely hard to maintain eye contact with him that day. Not that she was complaining about the eye candy, the yellow sleeping bag that pretended to sleep on the floor didn’t seem to mind either.

While thinking about the potential of jokes about Yagi’s pillar of peace to bring up in front of Shota later, Nemuri comes across a sweater. The sweater was a high quality wool, cream colored with some green trim on the collar that goes down to a v. It would be perfect for his form, a little snug but still covered everything to start him off slow. The arms a little long for the average person but perfect for his long arms. The bottom might come up a little short though. Showing off his midriff when he reached up. Potentially showing a nice v of his hips, maybe even a nice little trail of blond that dips into his pants. Oh the thought of sweet little Yagi in a crop top is intoxicating. But baby steps. She needed him to trust her with fashion first before she tries anything to scandalous.

He was still reading on his phone when Nemuri grabs the tall man by the wrist and yanks him out of his seat. With a cute little yelp he is brought up to his feet and shoved into a changing room with the sweater being thrown at him.

“Your not coming out till you put this on.” Nemuri says as she chucks over some black jeans to go with it.

After watching awkward arms reach above the door and listening to the general struggle of a man menuvering in a changing room that doesn’t accommodate him, he steps out. His black blue eyes shine in contrast with the creme color of the sweater. Giving off a sweet older man who waters flowers in the community garden than his usual look of a man who got lost in a deflated blimp.

“Oh my god honey you look so sweet.”

He checks himself in a mirror and twists to see the back. She could see his ribs poking through the fabric wile it rides up his toned stomach not as much as she hoped unfortunately. But the fitting pants made up for it. Although they don’t show off his front for the sake of the students and people who actually want to get work done in the teachers lounge, it still shows off that cute little ass of his, and that’s all she can ask for.

Yagi actually holds his attention to his reflection of the mirror. Giving the look an actual chance. From the relaxed look in his eyes, he might actually like it.

“I never thought I would wear a wool sweater like this again. I forgot how warm and comforting they are.”

Nemuri comes up in front of him and adjusts the collar for him, opening it up a bit so his collar bones peek out a little. “I can’t imagine the amount of sheep needed to make a sweater for Allmight.”

He chuckles at the comment and how her nails tickle his chest, now used to her touchy nature. “It was in high school. My mentor forced them on me when she found out that my foster home didn’t try too hard to find winter clothes that fit me.”

He rubs the end of the sleeve to feel the texture, smiling slightly, reminiscing the memories he had with her when wearing the sweaters. It was always interesting to hear about his life when he was young. He was usually guarded when it came to anything about himself before his hero days, so to hear any little tidbit about him was to be met with a neutral yet encouraging reaction.

“Well I’ll be sure to make her proud by making sure that your fabric needs are taken care of.” Nemuri says while coming around behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders, admiring his smile in the mirror. “And I can make sure she rests peacefully by getting rid of that ugly yellow suit.”

He looks up from his sleeve. “Hey! I love that yellow suit!”

“You look like the noodle balloons that are outside of a car dealership. Im no longer letting my dear friend to walk around looking like a mustard bottle.”

Yagi takes the light roast with little grace with a small groan. He looks down at his wrist to look at the tag. He reads it with a puzzled look.

“I think we need to call an associate. I think they’re missing a decimal on the price-“

“Alright! Time to head out! I’ll meet you outside the store!” She shoves the bags in his hands, rip the tags off his wrist and waist and hurries to the counter.

“Ah. I can pay for my own clothes-“

“Nope! This is my treat! You can pay me back by meeting me at the car!”

Yagi looks at the minimum of 20 bags in his hands and accepts his fate. Trudging his way back to the car with the mini fortune in toll.

———

“Alright come on this is our last shop.”

“Ya no. I think I’ll wait in the car.”

“Dont worry, this place is very professional and no one will mention you being here. They are very strict about privacy. Also it will stop random men from asking me out.”

Yagi goes over the definition of professional in his head as he walks into a sex shop named “The Bimbo’s Boneyard”. It was suprisingly sleek inside despite the name. Defiantly one of the more higher end sex stores he’s been to. It was similar to a tech store with all the LED lights and plexiglass display boxes. It would be less weird if some of them didn’t have sex dolls that were determined to stare him down.

He decided to walk away from the display, trying to find something to look at with out actually looking at anything. His eyes catch a box with a cute little cat on it. He smirks a little. It reminds him of the stray cat that lives in the brush that’s on the way to campus from the dorms. He would give it pets every morning and eventually leave cans of food every morning. One morning he found a hunched black blob taking a nap on the grass. He was about to ask the obvious homeless man if he wanted his bento when he realized it was his coworker Aizawa. Sleeping on the cold ground at 5:30 in the morning with a cat that, while a sweet heart, was probably ridden with fleas.

“Excuse me sir, the food bank is on the other side of town.”

“I know but they were offering a cash prize for who ever found the dementia patient that ran away from his nursing home. Looks like I just found him.”

He chuckled at the memory. When their odd friendship really started to bloom. Not only with Aizawa, who while he was probably the closest too, took the longest compared to his other coworkers. He loved talking to Mic about classic American rock and fighting with him on how Nikki is so much better than Cardi. He loved trading tea with Thirteen as they go on about a new show Yagi has no clue what their talking about, but loves the passion. And Nemuri, who took pity on him the first day and decided to spoil him with attention and gifts that mostly ranged from sugar free candys and cute pens. It makes him feel like a toddler more than anything, but he thinks it’s sweet. He just never expected to have so many friends after Allmight was gone. He half thought if Nighteyes prediction didn’t kill him, then his loneliness will.

“My my my, I must say I’m surprised.”

Toshinori shook out of his self reflection and looked at his friend.

“I had my theories but I must say I never expected pet play from you. To think I thought you were just a vanilla cradle robber.”

He flushed with shock in confusion. Only to find that the box with the cat he was staring at for the past 2 minutes was for a bundle for a cat headband, a leash, mouth gag, and plug tail.

Absolutely horrified Yagi stammers to regain his reputation of role model rather than creepy old man. “Shit! No! No! I was just looking at the cute cat!”

“There’s no need to be ashamed, I am a professional after all. If you ever want to talk about that kind of stuff with me, I’m always open for questions.” She assured him calmly. “I’m gonna go to the check out if you want to look at the other options. I will say that you would look a lot better with the black ears.” She struts off with a few leather tools and some weird egg looking balls.

“There’s nothing for me to fucking look at because I’m not interested in that! Wait.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRADLE ROBBER?” He stomps off to catch up with her.

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The staff Christmas party is filled with decorations, overworked teachers and spiked eggnog. Coworkers chatting and playing games as the snow falls outside. Yagi is chatting with Aizawa about how much Nezu is going to lose in poker after he demands people play with him. He takes a sip of his sugar free hot cocoa, very glad that his friends get a well deserved break.

“Merry Christmas Yagi!” Thirteen shouted as they shove a fancy bag in his face.

“Oh thank you Thirteen! I hope you didn’t spend too much on me.

“Oh no it wasn’t me!” Thirteen corrected. “Midnight was your secret Santa. She said she’s a little too tipsy to walk in her heels right now and asked me to give it to you.”

He looks past the smaller teacher and sees Nemuri in a tight red dress and tall stilettos. Giving him a wink when she notices him receiving her present.

He smiles and waves back at her. He pulls out the first item from the bag. An expensive looking cologne. He brings it up to his nose and gets notes of Cuban cigars and vannila. He sees a little tag attached to the bottle. With lovely cursive script it read “Garenteed to even get the angriest cats purr~”

He reads the tag as he hands the cologne to Aizawa. Shota sniffs the bottle and his eyes roll back a little bit. Obviously enjoying the scent.

“Wow she picked out something that matches your pretentious persona.”

“Maybe you can ask her to pick out some bar soap that you desperately need.” Yagi rebuttles without even looking up. Still trying to figure out what the tag ment.

“Is there something else in there? If not that’s a heavy bottle.” Thirteen comments before being passed the cologne to take a sniff.

Oh ya, maybe look at the rest of the gift before over analyzing the card. He opens the bag wider and is smacked in the face with realization on what the message ment. His blush going to his ears as he looked at the “Kinky Kat Play” bundle that he repressed from his memory. He looks up at Nemuri with shock as he finds her staring at him. Raising her glass with a smirk as she turns back to her pile of chips and angry, losing boss.

He shuts the bag quickly before Thirteen and Aizawa gets a chance to peek. “Ahhh ah. It’s a very personal gift that I don’t want everyone to know about.”

“Alright I understand.” Shota replies. He turns to Thirteen. “Thirteen get your hand vacuum ready.” The nosy prick demands as he lunges for the bag. Thank god for these stupidly long arms as he gets the bag out of Shota’s reach.

“It’s none of your fucking buisness you asshole!” Yagi cries as he goes on his toes as Shota climes him like a tree. Thirteen is giggling at their weird friendship while not helping anyone. Yagi would rather die than have the present be shown to his coworkers and worst of all Shota, who would NEVER let this go.

While he hates to do it, he’s desperate, and it has to be done.

The sickly man expands his diaphragm in such a way where when he coughs, he gets enough blood out of his mouth to put on a show. He makes a display of coughing and catching his breath. Blood covering his hand and dripping out of his mouth. He goes a little too far by making his hand shake but he needed extra sympathy points.

It seems to do the job as Thirteen rushes to his side to support him. “Shota you know you can’t be to rough with him.”

Aizawa stares at both of them in disbelief, then back at Yagi. “You are not seriously trying to play the sick old man card right now.”

Thirteen loops Yagi’s arm around their shoulders.“Shota you were to rough on him. The man has no stomach and only one lung. You should know better as a professional.”

“A professional knows when someone is faking when said person has no problem taking and dealing punches while sparring, but suddenly can’t handle a few grabs.” He cannot believe Yagi is trying to make an escape route by making Aizawa look like the asshole that beats up sick old men.

“You don’t need to defend me Thirteen.” Yagi says, adding a little tremble to his voice. “He just can’t handle losing to an old man. Could we go to the office? My nebulizer is in there.” The asshole making sure to add some pity coughs at the end.

“Of course Yagi.”

Shota stares openly in shock on what happening in front of him. Not only at Yagi’s pathetic stunt over something stupid, but Thirteens naiveté.

“A nebulizer treats asthma! Not bleeding lung asshole!” Shota shouts like an absolute child.

As he watches the duo walk, no sorry, LIMP to the office, he sees Yagi readjust his arm. To give an undeniable middle finger to Shota behind Thirteens head. The shameless bastard smiling back at him.

[sortasirius]

Grace and Graffiti

Pairing: Dean/Cas

AN: So I know I posted like seven chapters but they needed serious editing so here’s the whole thing at once lol.  Endverse!AU

Warnings: Drug use, alcoholism, major character death, sexually explicit, angst bc i know nothing else lmao

Words: 26,558

Whole thing is on my AO3 here.

August 7, 2014

Cas broke free of the clawing hands and vicious screams of the Croats for a moment, a heartbeat, just long enough to look out the window and see Dean on the ground.  Impossibly, maybe Cas is imagining it, they lock eyes. He knew what Dean had done.  He knew that he had willingly sacrificed them, sacrificed him to the Croats and the demons. He saw Dean’s face, that face that he would do anything for and he thought he could see the regret, the pain. He thought Dean tried to say something, just as Lucifer snapped his neck.  Cas felt the scream wrenched out his chest, he didn’t hear it, but he felt it tear through every millimeter of his body.  He could never get used to the physical pain of being human, the shattering pain of bones breaking, the searing pain of being burned, the throbbing of a split lip, the aching of sore muscles after one too many fights, but nothing could have ever prepared him for the unquestionable, all-consuming pain of losing Dean.  There was no way forward.  He couldn’t see, breathe, even hear the terrible sound of gunfire and Croats and demons and his dying friends.  He stared and stared and stared at Dean, his Dean, his one and only Dean lying broken on the ground, Lucifer’s white shoe still on his neck.  The pain went on and on, crashing over him like the ocean waves that he wished would drown him, take him out to sea.  There was only one thing to be done.  After a moment, Cas stood, looked at Dean lying there on the ground, turned, and let the monsters take him.

August 10, 2010

Summer days like this made Cas glad to be on earth.  Cool and breezy with a light blue sky, the area around Bobby’s place was green and lush. The world was beautiful, and Cas was glad to be in it.  

Dean always said that Cas was too quiet, materializing directly him, but this time it was Dean that surprised him.  He appeared at his shoulder, looking out, clearly trying to see what Cas was looking at, and, probably, if it was a threat.

“What’re you doing?”

“Admiring the view.”

Dean scoffs, taken aback.

“What?”

“Sometimes even I can admire the beauty in things.”

Dean watched him.  They never really had time to look at things. Dean had traveled all over the country and Cas was sure that he had seen almost none of it.  He had never understood how Cas could sit in a park for hours after a hunt or simply watch the scenery go by in the Impala, but he hoped one day Dean could slow down enough to see how beautiful things on earth could be, monsters aside.

“Yeah well, nature tour’s over, we have bigger problems.”

Clearly, today was not that day.

“Such as?”

Dean, mysterious as ever, dodged around his question.

“Come on, Bobby’s waiting.”

The inside of Bobby’s house was the same as it always was, simultaneously a wreck and a home.  Similar to the car bodies outside, it was rusted and well-loved, old and strong, beautiful in only the way humans could make beautiful.  

Dean was leaning against the counter, swigging from a bottle he had pulled from Bobby’s fridge.

“We have a problem.”

Bobby was never one to wait for dramatics.  He sighed and wheeled himself towards the kitchen table, pulling his journal off of it and turning back to Dean.

“Out with it, boy, what is it?”

Dean slammed some newspaper clippings on the counter.  Cas looked down at them.  They were from all over, mostly small towns, one little city in Texas called Taylor. People gone crazy, killing indiscriminately, normally peaceful people simply turned violent for no apparent reason. He had heard something of this, when he was in Heaven, before he knew Dean or Sam or Bobby or anything about the world.  He knew it was bad news, probably worse than bad news.

“What is it?” Bobby asked, looking up at Dean, who was, as usual, doing his best to be unreadable. He was never very good at it, but he tried.

“Croatoan.”

“And what the hell is that?”

“A virus.  Me and Sam took on a town with it in Oregon a few years back.  It, it does this to people, makes them violent, stronger than normal.  It’s…bad news.”

“How the hell did it get out?”  Bobby’s voice was stricken with something, an emotion he didn’t often show.

Dean swallowed.  He obviously knew something, and if Cas knew anything about Dean, he wasn’t about to keep it from Bobby.

“Could be the demons. Think about it.  If they release it, it could decimate the planet, turn everyone against each other.  It makes sense.  But what I don’t get is why right now.  I mean, we all know they’ve been kicking it up a notch recently, hell we’ve taken down groups of em every other week it seems like, but this?  I just don’t see why the timing works out,”

Cas cocked his head to the side, looking at Dean.  Now he was the one that knew something, and he had always been terrible at hiding things, especially from Dean. Dean was rubbing his forehead.  Cas used to think that this meant he needed healing.  He had tried more than once to touch his forehead and heal whatever pain Dean was in when he did this, but Dean insisted that headaches were part of being human, and he didn’t need it taken away every time he rubbed his head. Still, Cas didn’t like to see Dean do this.  It meant he was stressed, and above everything, Cas wanted to make Dean’s life simple, not more complicated.

“Dean.”

“What, Cas?”

“I’ve been hearing some things, and you won’t like it.”

Dean’s eyes snapped up to him.  Green as the grass outside.  Humans really were amazing, billions of different shapes, sizes, colors, and minds. And eyes.  Green had always been his favorite, though he wasn’t sure why. Dean’s tongue ran across his teeth.

“Okay, I don’t like most of the things I hear nowadays, I’m sure this isn’t the worst.”

Cas looked at him and he knew that what he said next would quite literally change the outcome of their lives.  It may sound dramatic, Dean and Bobby often said that he sounded like he’d been ripped from a dystopian novel.  He didn’t understand that reference at first until Dean had thrust Cormac McCarthy’s The Road in his hands one night and hadn’t said another word.  

“I heard that Lucifer is making moves, trying to find Sam.”

Dean’s face doesn’t move.

“Sam wouldn’t say yes.”

Cas paused.  He could feel Dean daring him to go on, daring him to accuse Sam of saying yes to the Devil, even in theory.

“From what I’ve been hearing, he might.”

Dean stood and stood closer to him, their faces are only an inch apart, blue meets green, grass meets water, you might say.

“He wouldn’t.  Say yes.”

“Dean,” as always, Bobby broke the tension.

Dean took a step back. He sighed.

“So, about Croatoan-”

Cas only half listened to him as he planned with Bobby.  Planned next steps, planned where the infection could spread, planned worst cases and best case scenarios (which, admittedly, aren’t very good).  He knew that Dean would never believe Sam would say yes, even though he and Sam hadn’t spoken in almost two years.  Dean would never think anything bad about Sam, Cas knew that, but the angels he had spoken to had been clear.  Lucifer was doing his best to find Sam, and Sam was wearing down. They had told him that Sam was getting tired of running, of constantly saying no.  And if he said yes…

“Alright, fine, we’ll take it from there, but we have to keep an eye on it,” Dean jerked him out of his thoughts, “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.”

He followed Dean back outside, to the beautiful sunny day that knew nothing of the literal plague sweeping the lands.  Dean leaned against a pillar on the porch, trying his best to be casual.  Again, he was good at many things, being casual was not one of them.

“Is that really all you’ve heard about Sam?”

“Dean-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Cas, I need to know.”

“From what I’ve heard he is…close to saying yes to Lucifer.”

“And if he does?”

“I think you know.”

Dean ran his hand down his face and sighed.  Cas wished he could take this away from Dean, who has been through so much and suffered so much.  He wished he could take away the pain, the heartache that he felt, but this was his job, and his job alone.  Cas could only be there every step of the way, to never abandon or leave him.

“I can’t, I won’t say yes.”

“That is your choice.”

He knew Dean wanted him to give him an answer to tell him unequivocally yes or no.  Yes, say yes to Michael, stop the apocalypse the way it was meant to be stopped, be damned the loss.  Or, say no, and hope that Sam stayed strong and stays away from Lucifer.

“Yeah.”

“Have you considered-”

“It’s better if we stay away from each other.”

Cas nodded, reaching out to touch Dean’s shoulder.  He hoped he wasn’t imagining it, but he felt Dean lean into the touch.  They stood there for a while, not enjoying the scenery, but enjoying the company all the same.

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[bangtanbullies]

face me (there’s love in my eyes)

not a smidgen of smut. and literally no one asked. but mc has a bit of a panic attack and there is an attempted drugging and subsequent violence. read cautiously and enjoy if you can. 

 yoongi | reader

mature language

4,339 words

                                                     There are forty-two muscles in the human face and Yoongi must be using half at them to smile at you. It's not his usual crinkled nose and toothy grin, no. This one shines through mock seriousness and curls the corners of his lips in barely concealed amusement. Joy plumps his face like botox ‘till he looks positively cherubic.

Tonight, the two of you are having some banter, trading witty remarks like playing cards in this crowded bar, slapping down shot glasses like aces of spades with vigor. Your quips are wrapped in dry humor, which, coming from anyone else might rub him wrong, might feel grating like sandpaper, but with you, he quite likes the burn in the back of his throat, accompanied with the tickle of laughter he fights not to release.

You don't drink often, but when you do it's usually never out in public with a bunch of strangers, let alone in a place quite like this.

One wouldn't think this establishment would be directly below a cute little cafe shop that was usually packed by young school girls or the busy working class that swarmed the streets until sundown. The juxtaposition was very appealing, most likely the intended effect, after all.  The contrast between the two was impressive as hell, but anyone who'd seen their co-owners, Jin and Namjoon together, would find it terribly fitting.

Its hip hop styling added to the vibe, complementing 90’s American hip hop and r&b tracks playing from high definition speakers strategically placed around so no one could escape the heavy bass. The pallet here was striking colors, heavy on the black and red while upstair’s aesthetic depended on gentle pastels. Further in was a lounge area with black leather furniture over by the wall adorned with the greatest hip hop records of all times. 

This wasn’t quite a club, though on a Friday like tonight it was packed like one.

You and your date had taken the last few available seats at the bar, right up with Jin who was serving drinks without seeming to get a break from the ever needy customers.

You wince at your latest sip of liquor, laughing at yourself for even thinking it’d be a good idea to get the same thing Yoongi had ordered. Figures he’d like the hard stuff. You push it out of sight, with no real thought behind your actions, obviously.

Yoongi’s been testing your knowledge of rap music now, laughing every time you bluffed your way through a song, rapping your knuckles on the bar in faux recognition. “I know this one!”

“Yeah? Whats the name?”

You shake your head and shrug your shoulders. “I don't remember the name, I remember the flow, man. The, like, feel.” You giggle. “Feel me?”

He nods, all mock understanding. “Yep, totally, —” but his gaze is sliding elsewhere, and the warmth in his face seems to drain away all at once.

There are forty-two muscles in the human face, and Yoongi uses all of them when he sees someone slip something into your drink.

It's an instant of change, corruption that spreads through the bloodstream, something that happens in a millisecond—rage. 

The exact shift of his facial features is devastatingly beautiful, the type of thing you don't get to really appreciate in the moment. Your mind will selectively remember the cruelty in his eyes as his pupils dilate, as his brows furrow instead—the tightening of his jaw, the soft blush on his cheeks fading with any trace of that youthful amusement from before. His face contorts into something savage, beastly—faster than your eyes can follow. When Yoongi shoots past you to rip the man next to you out off his stool, you almost choke on a gasp.

"Woah, man! What are you doing?"

Your eyes widen—Yoongi's got him by the lapels, ivory fingers crushing camo print jacket in a tight grip. He doesn't seem to be in any rush to verbally answer the startled question thrown at him. Like he'd prefer his fist to do the talking. It's obvious that he's strung with tension, his body seemingly shaking with rage. The proposed violence sends dominos falling down one by one, every patron in the room catching onto the change in energy.

Everyone's frozen. A few murmurs buzz around you but you can't make out anything clear.

You slide out of your chair. "Yoongi," you try. You take a step forward.

A strong hand curls around your upper arm. The startled squeak you make is completely involuntary.

Yoongi's head snaps over to you. "Get your hand off of her, Namjoon.”

"I just don’t want her to get too close, okay?" He lets go nonetheless, but doesn't lessen the proximity between the two of you, like he's prepared to pull you out of danger at any moment.

You frown up at him. He’s doing that awkward thing with his face that should probably be a smile. This imitation doesn't look even remotely similar.

He takes a deep breath, close enough to you that you can hear it rattle in his chest. The movement makes his loose t-shirt rustle and a waft of cologne hits your nose. It aids in masking the adrenaline in your veins only a little bit. "He tried to put something in her drink." And it’s said so emptily, you wonder if you'd misheard. "W-what no! He's crazy! I swear I was just minding my own business—" Which is when Yoongi decks him right in the mouth. The kid slides to the floor in a sloppy heap. Yoongi's only at his level for a moment, down on his haunches. "Don't you fucking lie." He hefts him back up to his original place, back pressed against the bar with enough force to bruise.

The kid (and there’s no way you’d think of him as a man—he looks too fucking young) seems sick with fear, sweaty and nearly green. He doesn't say anything, only swallows thickly. His saliva must go down like cough syrup in his throat, fear leaving its mark nasty on the back of his tongue. His brown eyes, glossy with tears, dart back and forth for help. Or a quick getaway. He looks impossibly smaller in that moment, anxiety molding him into panicked prey, the initial indignation, instinctual defensiveness literally knocked out of him. Something ridiculous is decimating all common sense in your head. It feels like sympathy. "You ain't going anywhere." Jin springs into action. He comes from around the bar quickly. Yoongi pulls him forward, then shoves him again. The kid cries out. His voice cracks and to you that makes him seem even younger. To Yoongi that means he's only half as scared as he should be. "Fucking answer me, you coward. What the fuck were you planning to do, huh? You like drugging girls so they can't defend themselves? Is that it?" That makes your skin crawl.

"I know roofies are meant to be undetectable which is why I can't see or smell any trace of it, but..." Jin’s got your abandoned glass dangling between well groomed fingers. Yoongi is quick to cut in. "Maybe if I shove the entire thing down his throat we'll see the effect—" "Jungkookie,”Jin calls. “Did you see anything?"

"I fucking saw him do it!—" and it's scathing, but Jin doesn't flinch. He's as calm as ever. So is his patient gaze as he says "I believe you, Yoongi." Jungkook clears his throat. And you rip your eyes off of the kid’s face to check him out. Kook’s part of security here, you recall, which you always seem to forget, but with the way he’s standing at the main entrance, in all black with his back to the wall, he really seems to fit the bill today. He must’ve been scanning the room all night, you realize. Probable saw it all. "He was starin' at her the whole time, hyung. I saw him walk in right behind ____, thinking he was her friend or something. But then she didn't seem to pay him any mind so I figured they must've not known each other after all."

You hadn’t noticed anyone even walking behind you. Had he been following you all along, since you got off of work and started taking the ten minute walk over here?

Jin's gaze slides over to the stranger, considering.  

"Check his clothes." Yoongi shoves his hand down the boy's pocket invasively, digging around roughly until he finds something. What he pulls out is a very small baggy of pills. There’s a sticker on it. Something green—a dragon is what it looks like. You suck in a deep breath. Namjoon mutters a curse.

Yoongi tosses them over his shoulder and Jin plucks them from the air. He clicks his tongue. “No doubt about it.” The tiny bag rustles as he swipes a thumb over the contents. He smacks the boy’s forehead with it, who flinches away. “Who gave you these?”

“J-just s-s-some guy,” he squeaks. Some portion of that sympathy you had before dies.

You can't call the triumphant curve of Yoongi’s lips a smile per se. Those type of things should reach the eyes, warm one's face into something bright, nudge skin into welcoming valleys and crevices. The juxtaposition of the look on Yoongi's face at this moment and earlier tonight is disturbing. In them, you see anticipation in its darkest shade. Barely contained violence stuffed in an empty gaze meets trembling pupils. You're glad it isn't you meeting that stare. You fight the urge to ruin the tension, to open your trap, to say something to that might possibly help the situation at hand. But the moment to intercede slips from your grasp. “Do you even know where you are right now? They didn’t tell you? Or were you dumb enough not to care?”

They're close enough that Yoongi really doesn't have to lean in any closer but he does anyways. Their proximity looks almost intimate and the illusion is teased even further when you spot his lips start to move close to the stranger's ear, whispering words not meant for anyone in this room but the young man. All you get from it is the cutting edge of consonants on pretty pink lips when he enunciates the ugliest words. It's not hard to guess what's said, the nature of the threat. Especially, when the blood drains from the smaller male’s face.

Especially when hot liquid seeps from his groin, staining his jeans an even darker color at the same time a shaky whine vibrates through his bloodless lips. Noise erupts. A disgusted groan probably made by the poor soul who'd have to clean up the mess later invites a few grossed out exclamations and laughter. A displeased tsk from Seokjin is almost buried under the morbidly amused chatter that blossoms around the room. "Jesus Christ," Namjoon spits. And you don't really think Yoongi realizes the kid has already fainted from terror when his grip completely slackens and the kid falls straight to the floor with a dull thump. You decide right then and there that you do not like the sound of heavy limbs obeying to gravity like that. It could be pure second hand embarrassment that keeps you from looking at him. It might be some cluster of disgust, pity, shame, guilt. All of them climb into your lung cavity like wild things, using the chamber of your rib cage as monkey bars to hang from. The extra weight is suffocating. You plant your gaze at the dart target on the far wall, nerves shot to hell, coincidentally meeting Jungkook's gaze. Even with thick arms folded across his chest imposingly, he somehow still manages to look winsome and cute. He's watching you with a curious glint in his eyes, seeing what you'll do next, obviously gauging your reaction. Namjoon steals your focus with a hand at the small of your back, steadying you. You roll your gaze up to meet his and he returns the contact, mouthing a question. Are you okay?

Which means you probably look as good as you feel.

And since there isn’t an answer to that question you’d like to admit, opting out of a response seems like the most appealing thing to do. Instead you choose to check back on the scene at hand, immediately regretting it when you do. Jin's crouched down, and from what it looks like, has poured the contents of your barely touched drink onto the assailant's face. The latter sputters awake, eyes comically wide while he looks up and past the older man’s head. Something inside of you chips away when a guttural sound, purely animalistic in its fear, vibrates from his chest upon seeing Yoongi's face.  Terror laces every word like a foreign accent. "Please don't hurt me, pleasepleaseplease,  I didn't know, I didn't know what they were for, I swear it I didn't. I swear to God—" "Quiet," Yoongi says disinterestedly.

"I just checked his ID. The little shit isn't even old enough to be served alcohol," says Jin. He tosses it over his shoulder to Namjoon who pulls it open with practiced ease and holds it down in front of you for you to see.

"Old enough to be held accountable for what he's done,” Namjoon adds.

"Tried to do.”

"The intent was there, hyung. This was just a failed attempt." “I know. That isn't what I'm saying.” Plastic crinkles as the little baggy of pills are crushed in Seokjin grasp. "Cops would be bad for business." Lee Minseok, seventeen years of age, curls into a fetal position. You watch on, morbidly fascinated at this public humiliation.

“Who said anything about police?” Yoongi says. You agree, but somehow you think for entirely different reasons.

Jin stands to his full height and lowers his voice to a near whisper. “We can't deal with things like we used to. This isn't some underground place, it's a legally owned building.” The words sound recycled.

“No one here would say anything if we just—”

“This town is different. These people don't go by our code, we can't assume—

“Close up early, then.”

“Yoongi—”

“Excuse me,” and you don't mean for your voice to crack like a wuss but it does. The three boys turn wide eyed to look at you as if they'd forgotten you were there. Two employees wearing shirts with Monster’s Delights logos on their left breast approach and begin to heft Lee Minseok off the floor. They don't go anywhere though, like they’re waiting for more instructions.

One speaks up. “What do we do with him?”

You clear your throat, and cock a hip, the safety of bravado pulled from your arsenal of defense mechanisms. “Shouldn’t I get a say in that?” and that sounded bitter, maybe even angry but due to the circumstances—pretty damn appropriate.

Jin sighs. “You do. You do. I'm sorry. We should’ve considered your feeling on this, ___.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs again. “This is a mess. Just...what do you want to happen here? You're in control.”

This is one of the few things you don't overthink.

“Let him go,” you say like it's the simplest thing. Namjoon startles next to you, quick to jump in but, “The cops can't really do anything because he didn't actually succeed in drugging me, thanks to Yoongi.” Your gaze is trained somewhere near the ground but even still you can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. “And like you said, Jin, they'd be bad for the business.” You shift your weight onto your other foot. “In all honesty, I think this is punishment enough.”

“I agree,” says Namjoon. “If the bruises he's sure to be sporting isn't enough to teach him a lesson, then I think pissing his pants in front of a hundred people will work just fine.”

“Agreed,” you exhale.

Jin seems to relax at this. A part of you is pleased to not have caused even more of an inconvenience to him. He's a good guy and a good boss. You don't want to bring bad luck here.

You plaster a smile onto your face. “Well, it's getting late. I'm...gonna leave now.”

“I'm really sorry this happened, ___.” And he does look sorry.

“No, it's my fault. I should’ve kept my eyes on my own drink.”

“No. It isn't your fault. At all. And you're welcome back here at any time, okay? Even if you don't want to just know that you're welcome.” For some reason that makes a lump form in your threat. You walk forward and grab his hand, smooth, warm, and huge. His other squeezes around yours once, just a quick pulse and it's amazing how so much kindness can travel through his touch into yours like current on a wire.

“Hyung, this guy’s heavy.” Jin seems to prickle a bit at the interruption before sighing in defeat. 

And he looks it, you think. Skinny and lanky, but very tall. Just dead weight. January 18th, 2001, you recall from his ID. What happened in his seventeen years of life that turned him into the kind of person that could put street-run sleeping pills into someone’s drink.

That spike of distress returns. It isn't even fear, really. It's something much more complex—a certain combination of chemicals in your head with old memories that set you off, alters your perception of events like a change of filter. You don't want to see him differently though and that's the problem.

Even so… The boy's nose was bleeding and Yoongi got him pretty good on the countertop. He could have a broken rib. You glance up at Jin who seems to be debating options in his head. You're about to suggest something pretty far fetched like medical aid when Yoongi speaks.

“Throw him out back. He’ll leave if he comes to.”

You check his face for the first time in too long. Was that “if” wishful thinking or an adequate assumption?

He catches you looking, fierce protectiveness surprisingly leaving room for a gentle fondness in his gaze. Your heart skips a beat to dodge the ones his eyes throw at you.

He holds out a slightly bruised hand. Jin gently releases yours to give you an option to go to him. You don’t.

Yoongi’s hand falls limp to his side, fingers dangling. He shoves a fist into the pocket of his jacket and looks to the floor. He furrows his brows. "Namjoon, would you take ___ home, please?" "Of course—" You roll your eyes. "Thanks, Namjoon. But Yoongi's right here." You smile a little, and Namjoon returns it. He's happy with you, you can tell. Like he approves of how you're handling the situation. "You heard the lady." Without another word you grab Yoongi's hand and walk out of there, stopping only to give Namjoon a partial hug in appreciation. You pat Jungkook’s arm when you go by him.

The walk from the bar up to the main street isn’t bad. Yoongi keeps you talking, asking questions about your classes and your latest hobbies and you indulge him. You need the normal. But when the conversation falls into comfortable silence you can't help but wonder. What could've happened had no one seen, if Yoongi would have left earlier, if things would've gone according to that scumbags plan and something ugly climbs up your chest like vomit and you fight the sob down with a hand to your mouth. Breathing through your nose, too fast to be safe. A group of boys make a ruckus across the street and it occurs to you he could've had friends, he could've taken you somewhere and you'd be drugged and dazed, defenseless— It's claustrophobic, the feeling of being trapped in your body, in your own head and the blackness behind your eyes don't help. You open them, needing to see some scenery but only meeting cracked cement. When'd you get so close to the ground? "Hey, hey, ___? Take some deep breaths, okay? Just keep breathin' in and out, in from your nose, out from your mouth.” Like you were some newbie to the whole respiration thing.

You hate being babied. “Yoongi," and there's a part of you internally cringing at the raspiness of your voice. You'd hold out a hand but everything's shaking and tingling and your body doesn't feel like yours anymore.

“You're fine, you're safe. I got you. I'm right here, you’re okay.” It takes a moment for your eyes to focus but when they do, he's the first thing that becomes clear. His lips are in a cute pout, like a crestfallen kitty, all of this in front of you less than a foot away.

It's comin to you now, the both of you are crouched down in the middle of sidewalk on a Friday night. You throw out your hands and he pulls you to a standing position with no effort. You take your nails through your hair and crane your neck back, pat away a few more teardrop from the corner of your eyes and look at Yoongi. He looks adorably worried, almost antsy at being unable to touch you for so long. But he did a good thing, playing it safe. Had to be careful not to make things worse by touching you when your were like that.

It's you offering a hand since the few feet of distance between you has him at an arm's length. Your fingers tangle together and you draw him to you. He lets it happen like his body was born for that kind of inertia, such movements that lead him to you will remain that way, consistently, unless you say otherwise. Or something along those lines.

He sounds out of breath too when he grumbles, "You okay now? You fuckin’ scared me.”

“I scared you?” you blurt. He looks away.

“I'm sorry about that I just—”.

“No. Don't apologize. You haven't wronged me in any of way.” He searches your face for something.

“I just thought with, like, how pissed I got and everything…” He lets your mind fill in the blank.

“That it'd be a turn off?”

He bites back a smile. “Yeah. A turn off.”

You lick your lips and press them together, a pleased grin trying to slide its way onto your face. “I don't like violence, Yoongi. But I'd say you're anger was pretty justified.”

He says the next words like it’s something he isn’t sure he should admit. “I'm ain't gonna lie. I wanted to do worse.”

You nod, still maintaining eye contact. “I'm glad you didn't.”

He blows out a breath. “Any chance you wanna see me again after tonight? ‘Cause I had fun.” Then he furrows his brows. “Before that last bit, of course.”

“Of course,” you echo. “You know, Yoongi, as long as we stay on the same page I think this—” and here you gesture between the both of you,”—we’ll be okay.”

And he doesn't say anything to that, just smiles to himself. Hair being tousled by the late night breeze, cheeks dusted pink—who’s this sheepish young man, with the endearing smile? Where was he back there, you wonder.  This is a shade of Yoongi on the opposite side of the spectrum, so different than the one filled with bloodlust and rage from earlier.

You didn’t lie. Violence is not something you fuck with. Too many ugly things in this world as it is, who needs senseless fighting to top it off.

You aren’t a saint, though. And though authorities would’ve taught the kid a lesson, nothing scares boys straight better than a good ass whooping, unfortunately. Especially those with no respect for the law. Even more so for the ones with no respect for a woman’s body.

The words of Jin and Yoongi come to mind, which conjures more questions as to what side of the law they’re on. What lines were they willing to cross tonight and for whose sake?  

You aren’t a saint. Neither are you a fool. The threat to your wellbeing wasn’t the only thing they were concerned with. 

You’d definitely ask. ‘Cause leaving these types of things go unasked would only leave unwanted surprises in the future.

He laces his fingers with yours. The two of you fall into step on the way back to your place in silence, and in your peripheral you catch him surveying the surroundings, watching drunken youth walk sloppily through the streets in small clusters. He’s concentrated, or seems like it, so you don't think he’d notice you staring at him. His gaze cuts to yours suddenly. You cut off the ocular eye contact with a slight turn of your head, wrinkling your nose in embarrassment at being caught as you feign interest in a new bougie, overpriced apartments complex on the other side of the road. The amused sound he makes is throaty, barely loud enough for you to hear it, like maybe you weren’t meant to.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” You ask, boldly.

He looks surprised, but pleased that you asked. “I don't have any.”

“Do you wanna keep it that way?” Which would be perfectly understandable. Some folks need those two days of freedom more than people realize.

He makes a soft noise in disagreement.

“We could hang out then, listen to new music, watch a movie or something.”

“M’down. My place is shit but I got nice speakers. There’s this album I’ve been meaning to listen to for weeks now. But my mind wasn’t in the right place to listen to it.”

You can’t help but grin. “Is it now?”

“Yeah,” he says through plumped cheeks, all shy and smiley. “‘Cause of you, I think.”

You laugh, because the happy tension in your chest demands to be released somehow.

Though it’s not like you could’ve silently swallowed down the surge of joy even if you wanted to. Things tend to be like that with Yoongi by your side.

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Once, Twice, Three Times Blessed- The Shield x Reader- Part One/?

Parings: Alpha!Roman x Alpha!Dean x Eventual Alpha!Seth x Eventual Omega!Luna(OC)

A/N: So the idea that sparked this was literally me wanting to cuddle the fuck out of each of these men and just I am greedy and fuck and just want all of them to my self lol, my wrestling babes no I would definitely share :p As always thank ou to my eternal inspirations: @theworldiscolorful , @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury , @inxcogitationibus , @monsteramongmen-tamer , @empress-with-the-crown and many more I love you all so very much <3

A/N 2: Also when I was dreaming up the idea of Luna, I couldn’t help but picture Kida from the cartoon Atlantis. To me, she is the embodiment of a strong powerful moon goddess so yea, I hope yall don't mind :)

Warnings: m/m, m/f, ABO Dynamics and all including Knotting, NSFW, 18+ Only please, Smut, Unprotected Sex (No glove no love y'all c'mon), Fluff, Maybe Angst? But not much, Cursing and I'll add more later when the grittier parts come up.

Summary: Luna has been told all her life how special she was. Her crazy prophecy spewing grandmother mother even said the Moon Goddess would bless her with not one but three true mates. What happens when she finds those mates but they’re already in a pack together? Will they let her in? Will she join the pack? And what interest does a certain Bayou pack lurking around the shadows take on her? Will love prevail or will evil intention of another pack come to fruition? Find out in this story about love, prophecies and the rising of one pack above another....

Word Count: 9k+, Sorry guys I don’t know what a short chapter is :P

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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"Fuck! Ro, you smell that?" Dean exclaimed to his Alpha taking a hefty whiff of the air around them.

Ruffling his lunatic's hair and laughing at Dean's dog-like actions he replied, "Easy Uce. It's probably whatever's in catering. Plus, I could practically hear your stomach screaming for food just a second ago."

"Hey! It's not my fault The Big Dog Alpha had to prove his dominance earlier. We worked up quite the appetite." Came Dean's reply with a wolfish grin to match his statement.

 "Believe that!" Roman said kissing the smirk off the younger Alpha's face, making sure to keep it brief because he didn't know if he'd be able to handle a worked-up lunatic, especially on an empty stomach.

 The pair had just exited their locker room in search of some much-needed fuel before their match that was set tonight. Having to go up against Team Hell No and John Cena was not at the top of their to-do lists. The food however, was plus they had gotten a very over-enthusiastic text from their fellow pack member Rollins, about some new chick that had moved up to the main roster. The boys didn't keep up too much with the ongoings of NXT, so they really weren't familiar with who she was. Rollins, however, was very eager for his mates to meet her.

 Walking through the door to catering the Pack mates were not prepared for the sight or smell that invaded their senses the moment they stepped foot inside.

There, not 10 feet in front of them, was their pup mate talking to a devastatingly gorgeous woman. Her striking features were otherworldly, with her long stark white hair, golden tan skin that looked so smooth to the touch, and big grey-blue eyes that nearly rivaled Roman and Dean's alike. It wasn't just her looks though, the scent, of something akin to lavender and fresh rain, that seemed to be radiating off her had each Alpha's mouthwatering and their nether regions stirring to life. Not only that but their inner wolves were screaming...

 ...MATE...CLAIM...OURS... OMEGA....causing matching rumbles escape.

 Both Roman and Dean looked towards each other to make sure that this wasn't some sort of dream and if each mate felt the overwhelming pull towards this mystery woman.

 Luna's POV

The minute they walked in she knew. She couldn't tell you how or why but the minute they stepped through catering, it was as if an electric current was set off into her body. She didn't know if she'd be able to survive their added onslaught.

Already the Beta, at least as far as she could tell, in front of her had her heart racing and throb begging to make itself known in her nether regions. Never in her life had she smelt such an appealing male.

Her she-wolf was absolutely over the moon at the prospect of a potential mate, it was the only explanation, right? Unfortunately, somewhere in the back of her mind the crazy ramblings of her, all seeing, all knowing grandmother came to mind.

 "You, my Little Moon have been blessed by the moon goddess threefold. She has blessed you with not one but three true mates, all unique in their own way. Don't be scared my Little Moon embrace it, embrace them. They will protect you and love you for the rest of your lives and beyond."

 She also told Luna she'd be a late bloomer and she wasn't wrong. Here Luna was 23 and still hadn't presented Alpha, Beta, or Omega. When people asked she usually just says Beta to avoid the pitying looks.

 The twin rumbles coming from the two electric Alphas had not only broken her out of the thoughts swarming around her head but had her knees weak and an answering mewl begging to be set free. But, she wouldn't let that happen not on her first day as a part of the main roster women’s division. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself in front of these three Adonis's.

Seems she wouldn't get that chance because before an excuse could be made to leave, while she still had her wits about her, both Alphas were making a beeline to her and her companion, Seth, who she had met earlier when Triple H had 'pawned' her off on him.

 The one with crazy auburn curls and panty dropping dimples, was the first to speak, "Well who's this little Kitten ya' got here, Sethie Baby?"

 Then, it was the Samoan sex god's turn,

"Behave, Dean, Hey Babygirl, it's so nice to meet you and welcome to Monday Night Raw."

 The baritone of each Alpha's voice had Luna in need of some clean and dry panties because the ones she was wearing were soon to be decimated. She only prayed that none of them could smell the sweet scent of arousal she was sure was pouring off her in waves. She was also quite convinced these three beautiful specimens were used to girls turning to putty at their feet.

 Seth began introducing the woman that was practically glued to his side. When had she gotten there.... he had absolutely no qualms about it, happy to be as close as possible to her. Reaching an arm around her shoulder to try and ease her nerves, he felt an electric spark run through his body where his calloused hand met the soft tender flesh of her arm. Seth did his best to suppress it, but the interaction did not go unnoticed by his two mates and he could see the hint of jealousy pass through each of their eyes. Not just because their pack mate was touching another but the fact that he was the first to touch their Omega mate. Seth just chuckled and tried to ease the building tension by rubbing the hand that was on her shoulder, up and down her back. The motion more soothing than either of the pair realized.

"Guys this is Luna Selene Nightblood, she's just moved up from NXT and will be traveling with us for the next couple of weeks until she gets the hang of everything, per Hunter's request. Also, she's from Texas, an only child... oh and a Beta."

Even as the word left his mouth he wasn't convinced, and his fellow mates seem to share the same sentiment.

"Luna, huh? With a beauty that rivals that of our moon goddess I can see where you earned the namesake." Roman spoke reaching out to gently kiss the knuckles of her soft delicate hand, a hand he never wanted to let go of.

"My names Roman Reigns but you can call me Roman or Ro, Babygirl and this lunatic next to me is Dean Ambrose."

"Dean is just fine, Kitten."

Every pet name that left each of their mouths had Luna's cheeks flushing and thighs clenching in earnest.

"Seems you've already met Seth."

"I-it’s so nice to have met all of you but I must get going. Got to get ready for my debut after all."

And quick as lightning she was gone, leaving an empty feeling in the pity of each Shield member's stomach, as well as her own.

Roman already missed the feel of her small hand in his, while Seth missed the way she slotted so perfectly into his side. Dean could barely sniff out her lingering scent of lavender and fresh rain which had his inner wolf twitching in the agitation of being away from his mate, their mate.

"Don't worry boys, like I said she's traveling with us, so we'll see her soon enough. Let's get you both fed and find a TV set to catch our Little Moon's debut."

Not happy but satisfied enough the Alphas headed towards the awaiting food. Packing two plates each and then were off in search of a TV set to watch Luna’s upcoming match.

What the group had completely missed, too caught up in everything that was their little mate, was the pack of bayou wolves taking an unnerving interest in their Little Moon.

 Luna's POV

Rushing as fast as she could pass the three gorgeous men and out towards the locker room, Luna was met with a wall that was six feet two and nearly 230 pounds of solid muscle, which nearly had her on her ass.

"Careful hon, with all the hustle and bustle back here, you really need to watch where you're going," Shane told his frantic friend.

Shane always was a very kind natured Alpha and the way he took care of his superstars only made her love and admire him more. He always was such a great friend to Luna.

They had both met in his time away from the WWE and had bonded over their love for all things wrestling even the shared goal of making it here, but for him, it was about returning home.

"You want to tell me what has you all frazzled hon."

"Uhmm yes, sure. Just not out in the open, this is something I'd like to keep more just between us if you don't mind of course." Luna was quick to add, not wanting to cause the Alpha any extra grief tonight.

"Of course, Lulu, you know better than to ask me that. How long have we been friends now?"

"Quite some time Shane O'Mac, quite some time."

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"Ok, so you remember that silly prophecy I told you my crazy grandmother would always recite to me as a child. Well... Now I'm thinking she's not so crazy."

Luna had divulged everything the minute they had walked into the makeshift office Shane had acquired for the night.

"Are you sure, Lu? Three mates, The Shield no less?!"

His questions were like rapid fire towards the smaller girl and she couldn't help but become anxious by the whole situation. It wasn't unheard of having more than one true mate, but it was definitely rare and to find all three of them already in a pack and mate-bonded to each other, as well as in the same profession?! Luna was sure no mistake had been made. Question was, was she ready to pursue matters of the heart. She had just moved up to the main roster and she'd hate for this to ruin any chance of momentum with the company.

"I know that look Lu, and don't even think about it. If The Shield is truly your mates, then there's no way I'm going to let you deny them or yourself that happiness. And if you're worried about moving up in the company don't. You're too damn talented to ever have to worry about that and I'm saying that as a boss and not a friend."

Luna let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding at Shane's declaration. It put nearly all her fears to rest, now came the questions of what her true presentation would be and if The Shield wanted anything to do with her in that regard.

Shane spoke again seemingly reading her mind for the second time tonight.

"Trust me Lu, those boys have been waiting for you for a while. They may not have known what they were missing but now, if they've figured it out, there is no chance in hell they're going to let you slip away."

Shane went on to easy her qualms about presenting as Omega, even going so far as to set her up with the on-call doctor so that he could prescribe Luna all the medicine she would need for her first heat. Medicines like suppressants just in case she didn't want to have an Alpha help her through it, scent blockers so no other Alphas could sniff her out besides her mate(s), and heat control to prevent any unwanted pregnancy during the time of heats.

With all the preparation and medicine now in her possession, Luna finally felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. And now she was ready to make her debut and kick Paige's ass. She was determined to be put into contention for the Diva's Title, maybe even start the Women's Revolution all by herself.

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The Boys' POV

"So, what do you think Big Dog, you think she's really a Beta?"

It was Seth who spoke up as each Shield member huddled around a TV set, that was set up on an empty table. Roman took a moment to muddle over the question, taking a hearty bite of his food while he did.

After a minute or two going over his thoughts, he finally addressed Seth's question.

"No, I think she's just an extremely late bloomer kinda like you Baby boy. She's probably sick of all the pitying looks. At least with us scenting you, people just assume you're a Beta or an Alpha but maybe now that we've finally found her, you might present too. Besides when you scented her wasn't your wolf screaming at you: Mate, Mine, and Omega?"

"Well I knew she was mate, but I wasn't sure about presentation. I'm not an Alpha like you guys, my sense of smell is shit compared to yours, but she did smell pretty freaking good. And when I touched her my body was on fire. It's still pretty hot in here, to be honest."

"Yeah, we could tell," Ambrose grumbled in the corner as he was staying quiet for most of the conversation.

"You jealous, Lunatic? You're also quite silent over there, perhaps you'd like to share your thoughts with the class." Roman rumbled, upset that his mate isn't weighing in on such an important matter. Reaching over he ruffled his grumpy mate's hair to get some type of reaction.

"Hey, go easy on him Ro, you know it's hard for him to let new people in."

"I do know that Seth, but I also know that she smells like mate, our mate. But..." he said looking over at his Lunatic, "If anyone has reservations about it then we won't pursue it. I know it's rare to have three true mates but it's also not unheard of. The moon goddess herself had three true mates and Luna is just that, our little moon goddess."

The group became silent as each member finished their food and waited for their little mate to appear on the TV screen.

Roman wasn't satisfied with Dean's silence so he began to poke through their bond link and try to get to the bottom of the Lunatic's hesitation.

"What is it, Dean? What's got you so closed off to the idea of her?"

Roman felt so much as heard Dean's inner grumble.

"I don't know, Ro. Don't get me wrong I know she's our mate, God do I know but to be honest, I'm Fucking terrified of letting another person in. Another person to worry about. We have such a good thing here, plus I already worry about you both enough as it is, I don't think I could add another person to that mix."

"I know what you're really scared of is being happy. You're always so afraid it's going to be taken from you, but I wouldn't let that happen and as pack Alpha, I promise no one is going to take me, Seth, or our Babygirl, away from you. So, will you give her the chance, will you give us all that chance?"

Both Alphas were boring into each other's eyes each one holding nothing more than love, respect, and devotion in them.

Before Dean could give an answer, Seth spoke up, "Guys look! She's about to debut! And against Paige no less."

Seth's enthusiasm was quite contagious, and it had each Alpha just as excited about the prospect of watching their little mate kick butt. Before they gave too much attention to the screen Dean gave Roman a subtle nod in answer to his question. Roman gave an equal nod but couldn't stop the proud smile adorning his face.

As their little mate appeared on screen, each man was taken aback. There in all her glory was a spitting image of the Warrior Moon Goddess, Selene. Making her ring name even more fitting than it already was. Her appearance was absolutely breathtaking from her stark white hair braided back like she was ready to wage war and her bright grey-blue eyes were surrounded by traditional style black war paint making her look not of this world. Then looking further, they saw all the intricate tribal tattoos etched across her golden skin paired with the perfect ring gear to accentuate all the right curves on her beautiful little body. One look and they were convinced she could bring any man to their knees in submission, with just one look. The boys couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to explore her body so intimately, to get a closer look at all tribal tattoos adorning her body, preferably with both their hands and mouths.

Now more than ever each man was over the moon excited to get to know every side of their little warrior moon goddess.

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Bray's POV

Walking away further into the dark hallway they had occupied near catering to spy on their enemy, the faction known as The Shield, Bray addressed his Wyatt Family.

"You hear that boys? Seems this little moon goddess has captured the attention of The Shield boys. And she couldn't have been delivered to us at a more opportune time. Now with Kane out of the way, we can focus ourselves on destroying these so-called Hounds of Justice. Dare I say, boys, we might have just found their Achilles heel in the form of that pretty little thing."

The only answer Bray received was two twin grunts from Rowan and Harper.

Bray, on their other hand, was giddy with excitement and mischief. This whole time he had been begging Sister Abigail for guidance and now here was this otherworldly creature nearly dropped right into their laps. The minute Bray laid eyes on this... Luna. He could feel the power radiate from her and it's seemed he was the only one. Many of the other superstars just passed by her like she wasn't the moon goddess reincarnated, meant to be worshipped in every regard, come to clean them all of their sins. The power Bray could feel gave him hope that maybe she was the key to setting Sister Abigail free once again. Unfortunately, the Hounds had set their sights on her, no matter, Bray was a patient and methodical man. No good would come from him trying to rush such a delicate process as this but, he was damn sure come All Hallows' Eve, he would capture the little moon goddess and harness her power to reincarnate the very worst of all nightmares.

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Luna's POV

After thoroughly kicking Paige's butt via submission, putting on a fantastic show, and putting herself in the running to become the next Diva's Champion, Luna had hit the showers and was talking to Charlotte about catching a ride to the hotel with her. The pair had hit it off and Luna thought rather than burden The Shield boys with her presence, she'd ride with the women from the roster to build better relationships in the locker room.

Charlotte had just handed Luna the keys to her rental, so she could stealthy put her luggage in the SUV, thus avoiding the two hulking Alphas and the equally hulking 'Beta'. She was way too wound up and nervous to actually travel and room with any them, at least for right now because she could not for the life of her quell the ache in her core that had begun the moment she met each Shield member.

The coast was nearly clear until she heard a familiar growly voice call out, "Hey, Luna wait up, where you goin'?" Seth called from behind and as she turned to look back, she bumped into yet another wall of muscle. Only, the mouth-watering scent of Alpha hit her nose before the deep rumble in his chest could be felt.

"And just where do you think you're going, Babygirl?" Roman asked with a deep commanding timber, but instead of answering, it was Dean who spoke up from right beside him,

"Yeah, I heard you were traveling with us and stuff." He grumbled trying not to show just how much he really cared, earning a reprimanding look from Roman.

Scrambling her brain for a valid excuse, still too flustered from being body to body with the Powerhouse, Seth had finally caught up to the bunch and she replied, "Oh, that! I thought it was just Seth being nice and I didn't want to be a burden or anything just because Hunter asked y'all to look after me."

Seth looked like a hurt puppy by the statement and Dean couldn't help but scoff, however, it was Roman who spoke up with an Alpha authority that nearly had her whimpering into submission, sad, that she might've upset her potential mates. "Listen here, Babygirl. You are not a burden nor an obligation. The boys and I would be more than happy to have you ride along, travel, AND room with us. Besides, we were hoping you'd give us a chance to get to know you better. I don't know about you, but we can all feel the connection between us, this pull we can't explain."

By the tail end of his declaration, Roman made sure to soften the tone of his voice, not wanting to scare his little mate by any means.

Luna couldn't believe her ears; did he really just acknowledge the four of them could actually be true mates? She was speechless.

Damn, these men were actually trying to kill her. She could barely survive five minutes surrounded by these Demigods without being in serious need of a cold shower, and now he was asking her to room and travel with them. They were absolutely going to be the death of her.

She was just about to politely decline, still too nervous about the whole mate thing, but each man gave their best efforts of puppy dog eyes and soon Luna was powerless. Between that and their alluring scents, she was helpless to deny their every wish. And the more she thought about their effect on her, the more it had her believing her crazy old grandmother's prophecy, especially now that the elephant in the room was brought to light.

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After the boys confiscated Luna’s luggage and politely returned to Charlotte her keys, their little moon was sequestered in the back seat of the SUV with Seth, while Roman drove and Dean rode shotgun. The group was shrouded in silence but something about it just felt right and comfortable. Unfortunately, Luna had left her jacket in her luggage which was in the back and while usually, she doesn't get too cold, tonight she was only dressed in a light t-shirt and soft short-shorts. Her plan was to hop face first into bed the minute she arrived in her hotel room.

The air conditioning was causing her to shiver every now and again. Roman had taken notice which causes his Alpha to begin clawing at the surface of his skin prompting him to speak up. The urge to protect the pack overwhelming him, especially their little omega, "Babygirl, you alright back there? You need a jacket or something?"

Looking up to the rear-view mirror through long, surprisingly dark, eyelashes, Luna shyly shook her head no, not able to find her voice due to the chill in her bones.

A resounding protective growl resonated throughout the SUV and before the boys could say anything, Roman was pulling over the car to the side of the road, parking, and then going into the trunk of the SUV to grab a jacket for her but not just any jacket, his jacket. In his mind, it was a way of staking claim subtlety and conveying that she belonged with the pack.

The back-seat door on Luna's side was soon being wretched opened and Roman was wrapping his jacket gently around her smaller frame. Luna was frozen in shock, not expecting the Alpha to have such care for an outsider of such a tight knitted pack. But still his gentle touch was soothing and the heat radiating off him brought an indescribable warmth to her bones and settled in the pit of her stomach brewing into something more building of the continual ache she felt in her core. Again, the musk surrounding him smelt like home, Mate, and safe, much like Seth's and even Dean's when he would get close enough to her. Reaching out Roman gently cupped Luna's cold pink dusted cheeks, though his hands were so big they nearly covered the surface of her neck while still being able to reach her cheeks. Lightly he started rubbing his thumbs back and forth along her soft skin to help warm her up.

He and all the boys felt a constant ache to be near her, protect her, and love her. They craved her touch and affection, from the moment they scented her as their Omega mate, their Luna.

All three men noticed the visible shudder Roman's touch gave Luna and the way she moved into his touch, practically purring in content which had them nearly growling with satisfaction. Her scent was driving them all crazy with the heavy hints of arousal as well as the feelings of 'safe' and ‘happy’ she was giving off.

The more than pleased Alpha spoke up with a slight smirk on his devastatingly handsome face.

"That better Babygirl." The timber of his voice had Luna keening and his touch made her heart soar, she was in such a daze, but it was the next words that came out of her mouth that shocked everybody.

"Yes Alpha, thank you." It was so soft, so sweet, so Omega that Roman's inner wolf was swelling with pride, it also had the semi he had been sporting since earlier, twitching at the prospect of claiming his little mate and showing her just how he earned the title Alpha by each member of his pack. Fuck did he just want to dominate her and bite her so that she could bare his mark for the world to see. He felt his mouth watering at the thought as well as the beginning of fangs protruding from his gums.

The other two men in the car were quiet throughout the whole interaction, one because they were all linked as mates, so they knew each other's thoughts and feelings, and two they were just so mesmerized by this woman in every aspect.

Each one of them anticipating the chance to get to know her better and begin the mateship they knew was inevitable. To love her and care for her in every way.

Making sure Luna was tucked in and warm, Roman made his way back to the driver’s seat and was off once again to the hotel that awaited the four superstars.

Through the bond link, Ambrose felt Roman's excitement, arousal, and pride, it was so palpable that all he wanted to do was reach over and kiss him, maybe even beg for Ro to dominate him like their little rendition from earlier in the night. Roman was just so damn kissable when he was in a good mood. He'd become this big lovable dork and Dean and Seth loved nothing more than when their Alpha was like that. While the men all had silent conversations through their bond links none of them noticed their little omega burrowing herself deeper into the Alpha's jacket, even snuggling up to sleep against Seth as her eyes began to droop. The first touch of skin had Seth nearly jumping out of his seat in surprise, the heat of it settling into his core simmering just under the surface, but once he realized what was happening, he was all for it. Anything to be closer to their Omega.

 The minute Seth was introduced to Luna by Triple H, something in the Beta began to stir, something he had never really felt before. His wolf had always been dormant and lax, which complimented his other mates. But now with her here this instinct began to grow within Seth and he wasn't sure what it was. He'd have to have a talk with Roman before bed tonight since his Lunatic was rooming with their little moon.

Seth hoped Dean would let her in completely because as much as Dean tried to hide it both his mates saw how enamored he was with the Omega.

While Seth was occupied with watching their sleeping beauty, he gently started running his fingers through her long stark white hair, further putting her into a sleep-like state, while Roman and Dean were having a one on one chat through their link.

 "When we get to the hotel I want you to share the other room with her," Roman spoke up through the link, causing Dean to look up wide-eyed and confused.

"What! Ro, you're the Alpha shouldn't you be the one to do that I mean-"

"No Dean, I want you to try and bond with her a bit. She seems to have warmed up to Seth already and the exchange you just witnessed shows she's open to my Alpha. Now it's your turn I want to see if she'd be able to handle the prospect of three mates. I also want to see if you like her. Look, I know it's hard for you to let people in, but I want you to try. We're a pack and it's all or nothing with us, and you're going to be the deciding factor on this."

"Ro, I don't know if I can handle that type of pressure...but ok I can do that, for the pack, for you."

"That's my boy." Leaning over Ro gave a quick kiss to Ambrose's chapped lips, proud that he'd try to do something as hard as letting a new person in, but Roman knew Luna was the one they had all been waiting for and now that she's here he never wants to be without her. The Alpha in him had it bad for the little omega. Hell, why else would he stop in the middle of nowhere just to fetch a jacket from the trunk for the shivering girl? That's just it though, she was more than just some girl, she was their mate, the one meant for them. She’s the one who’s going to love and care for each of them as much as they already do for her. So, with that in mind, Roman reached over and intertwined his fingers with his Lunatic's, hoping to ease the nerves he felt coming off his mate. The skin to skin contact seemed to always help, so their hands stayed like that for the duration of the car ride.

Seth's POV

He couldn't help but to tune out the bond link between his two mates. He was just so enthralled by the angel sleeping snuggled into his lap. Not being able to really help himself he began to stroke her stark white waves, taking care to massage her scalp at the roots as he went. He could tell she was enjoying it with little purrs of appreciation that split out her mouth periodically through the drive, even little whines when he paused in his ministrations. Seth could not wait to cuddle, kiss, and love on his new mate.

He'd prayed Dean would decide soon as to whether they would be pursuing her as a pack. With the draw that Seth felt towards the little omega, he couldn't imagine what it was like for both his Alpha mates. Never before had Seth, a 'Beta', at least that's what he classified himself as since he never truly presented, craved an omega as much as the one sleeping peacefully in his lap. But again, since meeting Luna certain feelings and tendencies began to stir in Seth, Alpha tendencies.

 Dean's POV 

What neither of his other two mates were able to pick up on was that Dean had already fallen, HARD, for the little moon goddess sleeping in the backseat. Nevertheless, his self-deprecating nature and fear got the better of him. Dean believed he didn't deserve any of the love or care his mates provided him with. Hell, he was sure The Moon Goddess would never bless him with a true mate let alone two, well now three true mates.

It took nearly a year for Seth and Roman to break down the walls Ambrose had built by the time they finally found each other. Now here was this girl; or woman, who merely flashed him a smile and his walls came down faster than you could say 'Kaboom!'.

It was more than just her smile but still, Dean could feel it the moment they locked eyes; she had cemented herself into his heart. Dean knew if he ever lost one of his mates especially their little moon, he'd fall into a darkness not even Roman could save him from, so that's where his only reservations stemmed from.

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The boys had finally made it to their designated hotel for the night. Not caring that they still weren't in the comfort of their own room or shielded from the public eye, Roman got out of the parked SUV walked over to the passenger's side, where Dean was also making his way out and stole a demanding kiss from him. The kiss was filled with raw passion and Roman took his time coaxing out a more relaxed Lunatic, because he knew Dean's nerves had kicked in about sharing a room with Luna and about being in such an intimate proximity with her. Once Roman could feel Dean's body and mouth become pliant against his, he broke the kiss and looked him straight in his stormy blue eyes, "I proud of you for at least trying, ok? And I know you can do this, ya hear me, Dean?" He emphasized his claim with one more hard kiss to the younger man's mouth then he was gone. Heading to the back of the SUV, leaving a breathless Ambrose in his wake, to fetch the luggage, calling out to Seth for help over the link as to not wake up their sleeping Babygirl in the backseat. Seth carefully removed himself from their Omega and went to help his Alpha unpack the car. Luna began to make distressed noises at the loss of her mate's warmth and security, causing Roman to prompt Dean to check on her and carry her to the room.

 Little noises spilling from his Kitten's unconscious form had his heart aching and he wanted nothing more than to soothe her distress. So, without thinking too much about his actions, he was climbing halfway over the back seat to scoop her up bridal style into his warm embrace.

Almost immediately she was nuzzling her sweet face into the side of his neck where his unmarked scent gland was, the same scent gland that was meant to bare the omega's mark of the pack. Damn did it feel so Fucking good to have her cuddled so tight against his body and her face nuzzling into his most sensitive spot, a spot that has gone relatively untouched until now. Dean was rumbling deep within his chest in joy, which earned him a little mewl in response from his sleeping Kitten.

Carrying her into the hotel was easy enough, while his other two mates took care of the luggage and checking in. Dean made sure not to jostle Luna too much while he waited by the elevators. He was too entranced by his little mate to notice a rival Alpha and his pack walking up onto the pair.

It wasn't until the Alpha spoke that Dean's whole body went rigged and the hair at the base of his neck stood on end.

"Well, what do we have here? The Lunatic Fringe and a-," Bray paused looking down at the little omega before him, taking in the angelic features of her face and her pure white hair to match, "a beautiful little lamb. Say Dean where did you find such a special little moon goddess such as her?"

A growl released within Dean's chest before he could even stop it, causing his little mate to stir about and whimper in his arms. Turning further into her mate, Luna's arms wrapped tightly around Dean's neck as she whined against his unmarked scent gland.

It took everything in Dean not to react to his whining mate lest he let his guard down, something he would not let happen especially in the presence of the Wyatt’s. Luckily, before Dean could speak up, Roman had walked up to his two awaiting mates, clapping a hand on Dean’s shoulder soothing the agitated Alpha.

"I think we both know that's none of your concern Bray." The deep Alpha tone in Roman’s voice commanding the rival Alpha to back down but also causing Luna to squirm further in her Lunatic’s hold.

Reaching over Roman began to smooth the hair at the crown of Luna's head trying to soothe her back into a more peaceful slumber but never removing his glare from Bray’s form.

The action didn't go unnoticed by any of the Wyatt’s.

"Oh, I see, you think you've finally found your Omega mate? The missing piece to your little band of misfits, is that right?" Scoffing Bray continued, "No chance in heaven or hell a little goddess like her would be lumped together with the lot of you. What she needs is someone of equal stature, not you mere mortals. She deserves a God to be her equal mate and followers who would worship her as is her right to be worshipped. Not a bunch of hellhounds that would only taint her." He spat the last words and before any of the Shield members could retort, the Wyatt Family patriarch and his pack were entering the elevator, but not before Bray spoke one last cryptic message, "You tell the Little Moon Goddess her throne is awaiting her return." And with the devil in his eyes and a smile upon his lips, Bray waved goodbye to the Shield Pack.

The whimpering that was heard from the little omega in Dean's arms paused all the murderous thoughts running through their bond link and each mate reached out to their Sweet Omega, trying to comfort her distressed state.

It was Roman's alpha timber that finally broke through her fear.

"Easy Babygirl, you're safe." He kissed the crown of her head, "Alpha is going to protect you. Always."

Nuzzling herself impossibly further into the crook of Dean's neck, Luna finally settled back down and just in time for the next elevator to arrive.

Loading themselves into the metal box, each Shield mate was still on edge and Roman could feel the worry of his two other mates.

"Don't worry Y'all. I'm not gonna let a damn thing happen. Not to either one of you and especially not to her. You have my word." The authority Roman’s words held behind his promise gave hope to each of his mates.

 At the Alpha's reassurance, each mate felt the tension leave their body, but it also left them drained and ready for bed. They were all thankful they decided to shower at the arena as it was one less thing to worry about after the stressful encounter they’d just experienced.

 The Wyatt's have seemed to be taking the onscreen rivalry to whole other level and now with the added interest in their little mate, none of the boys could afford to let their guard down. Roman especially as Pack Alpha.

Walking into their suite Roman saw their little mate cuddled tight into Dean's stronghold. He stood and watched, taking a moment to bask in the peace shown clear as day on her mesmerizing face. His heart tightened at the thought of something putting her in jeopardy. There was no way Roman was going to go to bed tonight before having a contingency plan in place, especially with the Wyatt's lurking around every corner. He loved his mates and the life they’ve built together, too much to let anything ruin it, especially with the final piece to their pack finally in place.

Reaching over towards his Babygirl snuggled securely into Dean’s embrace, Roman gently ran his calloused fingers gently along her cheek, still in awe that she was theirs and that they had finally found their Omega.

"Dean, go set our Babygirl down on y'all's bed and come to mine and Seth's. I'm not sleeping a wink until we have an affirmative course of action set into place. C'mon Architect follow me."

Roman ordered before placing a quick kiss on to his lunatic’s lips and sending him off to the adjoining room.

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Dean's POV

Bending over to rest his Kitten on the bed caused her to stir in his arms, whining firmly against his neck, "No Alpha please."

"Shhh Kitten, I just need to put you down for a second, so I can talk to the Big Dog."

Whining again she murmured against his neck, plush lips dancing along his heated skin. Dean would be lying if he said the way her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck didn't have an effect on him. He couldn't stop the visible shudder her actions had created. Not only that but the heat radiating off of her had begun to spread a warmth into his own body, heart, and soul. So, not wanting to deny his little mate anything, Dean adjusted Luna in his arms and headed towards the second room that held his two awaiting mates.

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Roman's POV

Walking into their own shared room, Roman dropped his bags by the door and turned to speak to Seth, "So what do you think-". But was soon cut off by the young Architect with a searing kissing that had the older Alpha reeling. Never had Seth been so bold, so abrasive, so very Alpha.

"Easy Baby Boy," Roman panted while unconsciously molding Seth against his body trying to steady himself to keep from getting too dizzy. "W-what was that about Seth?"

Instead of answering Seth merely groaned, burying his nose into the scent gland of his Alpha mate, clutching tightly to both of Roman’s biceps to keep himself close. The skin to skin contact was the only thing quelling the fire in his belly at the moment.

Roman began shushing his younger mate by combing one hand through his hair and the other rubbing his back to calm his racing heart. Roman could suddenly feel the subtle change in Seth’s body temperature. The slow warmth that began to radiate off his mate’s skin could only mean one of two things: either one he was running a fever because he was getting sick or two he was in the early stages of his very first rut. Given the intensity of the kiss they'd just shared and the fact that they had finally found their Omega mate; Roman was sure it was option number two which caused a proud smile to adorn his face.

"Well will you look at that, Baby Boy is finally presenting and an Alpha no less. I'm so proud of you, Seth. And don't worry we will all help you with the transition."

Roman was quick to soothe and comfort his anxious mate. With the news of Seth's presentation, the Wyatt issue got pushed to the back burner at least for one night.

Eventually, the mate pair was broken from their little moment by the bedroom door opening to reveal their Lunatic Fringe who was still holding on very tightly to their little omega mate who was cradled ever so carefully in his arms.

"She wouldn't let me set her down, Little Kitten begged for her mate, all her mates. I think her heat is about to hit soon because she's starting to get a warmth about her."

"Well she's not the only one, seems our Baby Boy here has finally decided to present Alpha."

Dean gave a cheeky smile causing both dimples to pop out, "Is that so? Looks like you and me, Big Dog, are going to have our hands full the next couple of days."

"In more ways than one Uce, in more ways than one," Roman answered with an equally cheeky grin. He couldn't wait to fully consummate the relationship between the four of them. Of course, it would have to wait until morning when Babygirl was awake and their Baby Boy got proper rest before his first rut.

"That's all well and good but let's get our little mates to bed and then in the morning we're going to have a serious talk about everything."

 Seth looked up towards Roman indignantly protesting his mate's earlier sentiment, "I'm not little."

Dean had finally come up behind the pair, gruffly whispering in his mate's ear, "Trust me Baby Boy we know just how 'not little' you are."

Dean finished with a quick nip to Seth's earlobe causing the young man to give off a pleased rumble from deep within his chest.

"Hey! No teasing Dean! Rest tonight and playtime tomorrow. We clear?" Roman asked raising an eyebrow for emphasis.

"Of course, Big Dog, you’re The Alpha after all." Dean winked cheekily as ever. "Now what are the sleeping arrangements going to look like? Do we need to keep our two pre-cycle mates in the middle together? Or separate in case they trigger each other to go full blown cycle before they're ready?"

Dean was curious as to how the four of them were going to situate themselves on the more than big enough bed the hotel provided.

"Well that's hard because Babygirl and Seth need to have some sort of skin to skin contact with me to help sate the underlying hum of need within their bodies, but it looks like she really doesn't want to let go of her Lunatic at the moment."

The smile that graced Dean's face at Roman's statement was so heartbreakingly beautiful, not just that but the happiness that showed through had the Alpha's heart soaring.

And just as Roman spoke the words Luna nuzzled further into the crook of Dean’s neck, purring in delight at his scent and warmth.

"Look Ro. You sleep in the middle of these two and I'll take the other side of Luna while Seth takes the other side of you."

Dean finally decided, he was absolutely drained from all of today's excitement and he really did just want to catch some sleep, preferably snuggled into the little kitten purring in his arms. Most people would assume Dean to be an emotionally closed off person but, cuddling with his mates was one of his favorite past times.

"Okay Lunatic, let Seth and I get ready really quick and then we will hunker down into bed."

Roman called over his shoulder as he headed towards the bathroom with Seth to change.

"Just sit in the recliner by the bed for now," Roman instructed patting his butt and ushering him towards the chair. Dean easily obeyed not having the energy to protest.

Waiting for Seth and Roman to finish up in the bathroom, Dean found himself once again enchanted by his little omega's beauty. Never before had he seen such soft tan skin and angel white hair, that fell in thick waves to the middle of her back. She really was the moon goddess come to earth and the fact that she was theirs was unbelievable. A task none of the men would take lightly.

As Roman and Seth walked back into the room, they were greeted by the beautiful site of both their mates snuggled into each other. They could see poor Dean had nearly fallen asleep where he sat.

Now that both men were in nothing but a pair of comfy pajama pants, they were ready to get settled into the awaiting bed.

Reaching out towards Luna and Dean, Roman began to scoop her out of the Lunatic's arms; however, he wasn't expecting the reaction that followed.

Whining once again Luna grabbed at her Lunatic's shirt, stirring the man underneath her awake.

"Easy Babygirl it's just me, Just your Alpha trying to get you to bed. Come on baby let’s get you settled so we can get you both to bed." Roman declared, molding her closer to his form.

"My Alpha?"

"Yea Babygirl, your Alpha." He reiterated, purring into the crook of her neck where her mating gland rested, placing a chaste kiss to emphasize his claim. Eventually, Roman was finally able to calm her down enough and move them towards the bed.

Because of her sleepy daze, Luna was pliant to her Alpha’s instructions.

"Babygirl, is this what you want to go to bed in? I think we should take the jacket off, so you don't get overheated at night. Sounds good?"

Mumbling a yes, Luna was soon divested of Roman's jacket and her shoes, while Dean began to get ready for bed himself, which in reality meant stripping down to his boxers.

Roman laid himself and Luna down into the very middle of the giant-sized bed taking care to pull up the covers, which also consisted of a nice fuzzy blanket for Luna to use later when she began her nesting phase.

 Shane had presented the blanket to the boys after his talk with Luna and told them to make sure to scent mark it for her to use during her pre-heat rituals. It was one of many Shane had the staff keep on hand for her in case she went into unexpected heat while on the road traveling.

The boys were unbelievably happy that Shane was so accepting of not only their relationship with each other but also the addition of Luna into the pack as well. Luna’s new mates knew what a great friendship the pair had so it meant the world to have Shane O’Mac’s stamp of approval.

 Roman positioned himself on his back while Luna was curled up on the right side of him, her head perfectly resting on his chest piece near his heart. Next was the Lunatic barreling in, not so subtlety behind their Omega, molding himself against her body like two puzzle pieces coming together. Gently he ran one hand down the side of his little Kitten’s curves until it came to rest perfectly at the bend in her hips, while his other hand moved underneath his head so that his elbow created a makeshift pillow. Roman couldn’t help but muss up his mate’s hair not even caring to reprimand him for his childlike actions. He knew Dean was just excited and exhausted from it all.

Finally, it was their pup mate Seth’s turn, crawling up slowly like a predator towards Roman and his other mates. The dark look adorning both mate's eyes did not go unnoticed by Dean, but still, he waited and watched to see just what would unfold.

Once Seth reached to be face to face with his Alpha, he stole one more soul-searing kiss, literally all tongue and teeth as well as the added pleasure of their beards rubbing against one another creating an oddly satisfying sensation. Their actions nearly causing all the mates to moan in unison, which even had the unconscious Luna squirming in her place from the intense arousal that began to permeate the air. Luna’s squirming unintentionally caused her bum to rub up against Dean’s thinly covered crotch which in turn caused him to slightly tighten the loose grip he had had on his Kitten’s curvy waist, burying his nose into her hair he quietly tried to suppress the deep groan caught in his throat caused by her movements.

Growling Roman spoke to his pup mate,

"Seth, as much as I'd like to take care of you right now, you need rest more than anything else. So, get your bubble butt in this bed and lay down before I go full Alpha mode on your ass you hear me?"

Smacking his mate's supple ass for added effect.

Moaning deeply Seth answered, "Sorry Alpha. Can't help it."

"Shhh, go to sleep pup. I promise I'll make it all better in the morning."

Roman placed his free arm around Seth’ shoulders while guiding him to lay his head on the left side of his chest to mirror their Little Moon. Not being able to help it though, Seth leaned over to place a chaste kiss on his little mate's forehead before murmuring a sweet goodnight to all his Alpha mates. In her sleep though, Luna reached over to grab her Architect's hand that laid beside hers on Roman’s chest, causing sleepy smiles to plaster themselves on all her mate's faces from her subconscious actions.

Before each of the Alpha mates succumbed to the pull of sleep, they all wished the other a ‘sweet dreams’ and ‘goodnight’ as well as an ‘I love you’.

Roman was both happy and anxious about what was to come of the future. Happy because he finally found the missing link to his pack and anxious because a rival force was threatening that happiness not just for him but his mates too. Roman would be damned if he let anything come in between his mates and their happiness, himself included. But before he could dwell too much on his dark thoughts, a movement from beneath him broke his reverie. Looking down towards his Little Moon, he saw her shift further into his neck, inching further into his mating gland where his scent would be at its purest and as she did it her scent began to change into something amazing. Her lavender and fresh rain scent began to mix with chemosignals of ‘safe’, ‘happiness’, and dare he says ‘belonging’. It was as if her subconscious knew something she didn’t, that she was finally where she was meant to be, home and surrounded by her three true mates, who are dedicated to protecting her and bringing her a happiness like no other. She may be a little warrior in her own right but now she had not one, not two, but three Alpha mates who would go to the ends of the earth to protect and provide for her.

Roman knew that all three of them would spend every day of the rest of their lives proving that sentiment. But first thing is first, and that was to have Luna accept the mateship of all three of them and then get her at Seth through their prospective heat/rut. Roman knew he had a big job ahead of him but if it meant they would finally be able to cement the pack as a whole, every second of hard work would be worth it. She would be worth it, their Little Moon Goddess.