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Claimed

NSFT 18+ ABO AU. FFXV Omega isekai F!reader claimed by Alpha Gladio and Alpha Ignis. Includes - dubcon, forced claiming, aggressive possessive controlling behaviour, yandere and general asshole behaviour. oral sex, double penetration, anal, lactation. Includes smut, explicit but not too detailed, I tried to skim over it. Feat. oral with Prompto and Drautos being creepy. Needs some editing I think. It's long!

“An omega?” The shock is strong in Drautos’ voice and you feel Ignis tense immediately beside you. You smile in greeting and Drautos takes a curious step closer, although Noctis tugs your arm to drag you behind him before you can say hello and Gladio steps in front of you both blocking your view entirely.

The bemusement in Drautos voice is evident, “I see.” “The King gave his permission for the Kingsglaive to serve as protection if needed. However as we don’t plan on leaving the Citadel it is unlikely,” Ignis’ voice is deep in his ‘advisor mode’ as you had dubbed it, and you smile slightly at his officious tone. “Confidential information, need to know only.” Ignis continues. Drautos hums in response. “Of course. However you know you won’t be able to hide her status for long? She smells too different. Too appealing.” He must have taken another step forward as Gladio growls low in his throat, a warning that makes even you flinch back. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” Noctis pulls you away from the rising tension. You let him pull you away, glancing back to see Ignis standing between Gladio and Drautos before he tugs you round a corner, obscuring your view.

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“Trigger a heat?” Ignis frowns, “Risky. We don’t know enough about omegas and their heats. The first one should be natural.”

They both fall quiet for a moment before Gladio speaks again.

“I’m not letting her leave, she’s ours. There’s nothing stopping us from just taking her.” “A forced bonding would ruin all the hard work it has taken to get her to this point, it would take even more work to get her to forgive us once she realise what it means.”

“She’s not leaving Iggy.” Gladio repeats, watching you as Noctis enthusiastically shows you what looks like a new fishing lure he’d bought. Whether your interest is genuine or not he can’t tell “And she’d forgive us, she wouldn’t have a choice once bitten.” He glances back at Ignis “And you didn’t say no.”

“It’s a last resort. She’s nearly there, just a little more patience.”

“I'm not waiting forever. She’s getting to much attention.” He sighs. “Fine. But if she's hasn't by her first heat we do it my way.”

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Drautos is the only one outside of the King and his Shield that officially knows your status as an omega. Since your first brief meeting a week ago you hadn’t seen him outside of a nodded acknowledgement when you had passed him in the halls outside your room. He’s big, his scent is intimidating, and as you walk closer to where he and Ignis are talking you feel more than a little nervous.

“…with a pretty thing like that.”

Ignis doesn't reply to whatever Drautos’ comment had been instead flicking his gaze to you as you approach. He looks tense, and steps closer to you when you arrive.

Drautos looks surprised at your appearance “Why is she not helping the Prince with his rut?”

“I'm no-“

Ignis tuts at you and you shut your mouth unquestioningly at the sound.

Drautos smiles "pretty and obedient". His eyes roam over you, tracing over your curves in a way that makes you feel slightly queasy, before lingering on your neck and his smile gets wider, flashing his teeth. “And unclaimed.”

Ignis immediately steps in front of you with a tight smile. “If there was nothing else Drautos, we should be on our way.”

Drautos nods but you can feel his eyes burning into your back as you half walk, half stumble as Ignis tugs you back towards your room; you skip to catch up with his quick stride.

“What does he mean I'm not claimed?” “Why are you wandering around alone?” You roll your eyes “You said don’t leave the Citadel, not my room and I’m not wandering around. I was hungry.” He studies you out of the corner of his eye. “You’ve been eating a lot recently. Are you feeling well? Hot flushes? Cramps?” his gaze drifts to your chest. “Lactation?” “What?! No! I feel fine.” You try to pull your arm out of his grip but he tightens it and growls at you in warning. You submit immediately and after a few steps he relaxes his hold.

“Am I supposed to be helping Noctis?” Ignis looks at you in surprise and then smiles. “Ruts can be intense, and would probably trigger your heat. Is it selfish to want you to experience your first with me and Gladio?” It wasn't a yes, or a no, and you still feel confused. “Is it something omegas are supposed to do?” “Do you want to?”

He’s being evasive and you focus on the flash of annoyance rather than the blush that threatens to overrun you at his question. “Well what do alphas in rut do without an omega?”

Ignis stops and interrupts you with a kiss that only adds to your irritation. The half answers and evasions from all of them were getting more prevalent now you had returned to the Citadel. Their expectation for your obedience had also risen, as had their control over you. You nip at his lip in retaliation and he pulls back with a soft grunt. “Packs help each other out if warranted. It's something we can discuss at a later time.” He sounds exasperated, but he’s actually, sort of, answering your questions and you decide to take the risk to push for more.

“Why aren’t I claimed?” He stiffens and you can tell straight away he is uncomfortable with the question. “It doesn’t apply to us” You feel a pang of hurt as you consider his words. “You don't want me?” “Yes I do.” His reply is quick and the emotion that flashes across his face is gone too fast for you to read. “Then why?” “You want to leave us and return home, don't you?” His words sound like an accusation and sting even if his tone is casual. “Oh. I-, yes, I guess.” “Then it’s a moot point.” His voice is cold and you shrink little at hearing it.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, and by the time you reach the staircase back to your room you’ve worked up the courage to ask more questions. “Who can claim an omega?” He hesitates but he answers you which is a surprise. “Any Alpha.”

“How? Like a marriage ceremony?”

“Not quite”

“Does a whole pack claim one omega?”

“Depends on the pack”

“What about ours?”

He stops just outside your door and turns towards you. He's frustrated, and you hesitate, unsure if it's directed at your endless run of questions or lingering from Drautos.

“Ours?” He echoes your word with a faint smile. “It depends on the pack” he repeats. He cocks his head to the side and stares at you curiously. “Did you want to help Noctis through his rut?” You ignore the mild rush of aroused interest that flitters through you and try not to notice the way Ignis’ nostrils flare as he scents you. “You’re avoiding my question.” “As are you with mine” “I don’t think so.” You give in and answer his question “I like, uh, doing stuff with him.” You can feel the blush across your face thinking of all the times you had woken to him suckling or nosing at your chest. “But I don’t feel the same way about him that I do about you and Gladio.” Ignis hums. “Physical and casual sexual affection between packmates is normal darling, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” You clear your throat “so what does a claim mean?“

He sighs wearily, “A claim is a type of bond. We can discuss this another time.”

“You always say that.” He smiles at your pout and steps closer. “Do you want to be claimed?” His voice is low and the abrupt change in his attitude throws you off balance. “I don’t- I don’t know.” You stutter and try to avoid his gaze he pushes you back against the wall. “Next time I have you beneath me, next time I have you cumming hard around my knot I could claim you. Do you want that?” He doesn’t give you time to answer as he strokes a finger down your throat before sliding his hand into your hair. Gripping it tightly enough to draw a small pained whimper from you as he bares your throat. The rare show of physical dominance from him both excites and unnerves you. “Tonight when you are pinned between Gladio and I, we could claim you together, mark you as ours.” You moan and arch your back but his grip on your hair is tight and he stays just out of your reach. “Ours to love,” he presses a soft barely there kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear “Ours to keep. Ours to own” His left hand slides between your legs, cupping your pussy through your pants. “Ours to knot and fill with cum again and again. Ours to breed.” He watches you try to grind against his palm, offering you no assistance as you whine pathetically at the lack of friction.

He takes pity on you and presses his thumb in firm circles against your clit through your pants, the sensation just enough to ease the ache and have you rising slowly towards orgasm. “We want you to stay.” he whispers against your ear “We want you” it’s his words that send you over the edge. We want you to stay the words echo round your head and you bury your teeth into the shoulder of his shirt as you ride out your high. The sob escapes you before you can stop it, but Ignis doesn’t say anything, just lets you curl into him and bury your face into his neck, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt to scent him better. “You’re not doing a very good job of keeping our omega hidden, making out in the hallway like a couple of horny teenagers.” Gladio’s voice is singing with amusement and you bury your face further into Ignis neck to hide your blush “Could smell her two floors down.” You feel mortified at his words and reluctantly step away from Ignis. You can’t tell from Gladio’s expression whether he’s just teasing you or not. He grins at you before turning to Ignis. “We’ll be late.” Ignis nods in response and urges you towards you door. They both usher you into your room, insisting on seeing you safely inside before they leave despite your assurances you could walk the 5 steps inside on your own.

“You made a nest?” The surprised pride is evident in Ignis’ voice and you follow his gaze to the pile of blankets and pillows on your couch. “Uh, no?” You frown at the look exchanged between Gladio and Ignis once again excluded from whatever assumptions they were making. “I thought you were going to be late.” it comes out snappier than you intended and Gladio glowers at you. “Watch your tone Omega.” Your apology is immediate, an instinctual desire to appease your alpha. “Sorry.” It’s met with silence and you force yourself to look up at him. He watches you expectantly for a few seconds and you glance towards Ignis to help you out. He’s just watching you too; his willingness to step in when Gladio was getting too domineering or aggressive was getting less and less frequent. You fight the urge to roll your eyes and look back at Gladio. “Sorry Alpha.” Ignis finally steps up at your words and motions him towards the door. “She is right Gladio, we need to leave” Ignis gives you a smile before he closes the door behind him, “We’ll be back later tonight. Behave yourself.”

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The morning after your short run in with Drautos you had been subjected to a new list of rules from Ignis. Your movements within the Citadel were now incredibly restricted. You had felt mildly uncomfortable with Drautos’ attention but not the threat your pack seemed to deem him as. If you were not with Ignis or Gladio, you were to stay in your room. Your room was more than adequate, a rather large lounge area which led into an amazing bedroom. Those two rooms alone were larger than your apartment back home, and the extravagant bathroom had left you speechless. Despite staying in such luxurious surroundings you hadn’t received the new rules very well, and once you had realised they were actually locking you in your room it had resulted in an argument that had ended with you tearfully apologising for not trusting them to look after you.

With Noctis still working through his rut, Prompto was your solo company for tonight. He’d tried teaching you how to set up and take the perfect selfie before realising you weren’t really in the mood and had eventually settled down with you on the couch, snuggled together among the pile of blankets and watched a couple of pretty cheesy action movies. He had offered, or had been told; to stay overnight but you had happily accepted either way. He was good company and the pair of you had lay in bed and chatted for a couple of hours before he had nodded off next to you. You however couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts for some reason kept straying to Noctis, in rut, alone. It had been just over a week since your return to the Citadel and nearly 4 days since you had seen him and you weren’t ashamed to admit after spending so long with him every day, you missed him.

Your relationship with Noctis wasn't exactly platonic, the various fading hickeys across your breasts and one still painful bite on one nipple was testament to that, but you'd not slept together. Your thoughts straying yet again to the thought of Noctis all wound up and horny made your breasts ache and nipples tingle and you huffed in annoyance, wriggling to try and get comfy.

“Can't sleep?” Prompto stirs beside you and rolls over to look at you. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Noct” you answer before you can stop yourself.

“Oh”

“Is that what omegas are supposed to do?” He looks confused at your question. “Help the pack alphas with their ruts?” you clarify.

“I don't know. What does Iggy say?”

“He doesn't”

The fact that Ignis doesn’t talk about it seems to make Prompto drop the subject. He fidgets again, lying on his side and propping his head up on his hand. “What’re you thinking about Noct?” His voice is light, trying too hard to sound casual.

“Just…” you pause as lewd images skip through your brain again and the pulse of arousal has you squeezing your thighs together. “Stuff.” you finish lamely.

You hear Prompto’s breath hitch and he cautiously rests his hand on your thigh as he scoots closer.

“What's a rut like?”

“Intense. Messy.” He blushes and looks away “uh, can be a lot of fun if you have someone to spend it with”

“Do you help each other?”

He shrugs. “Sometimes.” Sometimes. The thought of Ignis and Gladio sharing their rut together, naked and sweaty, writhing and fucking for days on end makes your pussy throb.

The sudden tension in the air is making it hard for you to keep your breath steady and you lean slightly into Prompto’s touch, letting your thigh press into his hand and sliding your calf in between his.

His fingers dance over your thigh. “Want me to help you relax?” His voice is eager but you can smell the nervousness in his scent. “Yes please.” It’s no more than a sigh but he hears you and slides his hand slowly between your legs, his fingers clumsily stroking your clit before he sits up.

“Can I taste you?” You moan your agreement and open your legs wider to allow him space to kneel between them. He lies flat on the mattress between your spread legs, pressing little kisses up the inside of your thigh, and letting his tongue trail up to suck lightly on your labia. He swirls his tongue through your folds but avoids the place you want him to touch the most. “Tell me what you like” “A little higher,” it’s hard to catch your breath, words escaping you in a breathless rush, but he doesn’t listen to you. Continuing to swipe his tongue slowly through your wetness “Prom, please don’t tease.” “I’m not.” He doesn’t sound like he’s lying, but you’re not convinced his teasing is purely unintentional. “Tell me again.” “Higher, harder” you mumble around your moans, trying to guide him with your hips. He licks a broad wet stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit. “Like that?” “Yes, fuck yes, just like that” you fingers swirl stroke through his hair and you tug him firmer against you. “Does it feel good?” he speaks against your clit and the vibration makes you moan. “Yes gods prom, so good” you tighten your hold in his hair “just like that, good boy” he moans loud at your praise, his own hips gently rocking as he grinds into the mattress. He’s eager, sloppy and uncoordinated but he learns fast, changing and adjusting his technique to the way your body responds to him. He groans as he pushes his tongue into your wet pussy and you cry out in surprise, bucking your hips up against him. He shifts one hand from your thigh to press a palm flat on your belly, holding you still as he fucks you with his tongue. The steady rise of your orgasm increases quickly with each thrust of his tongue. “Prom m’ so close.” He hums and wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks hard, jolting you roughly into orgasm. It takes you by surprise and you let out a choked cry as you ride it out, “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, good boy” Your thighs tremble and shake and a lone whine of alpha escapes you. Prompto whimpers at your words and you can feel the bed shake as his hips stutter into the mattress as he cums untouched. You’re not sure if it was the praise or the title that pushed him over the edge, and you try to make a mental note to explore it later. He continues to lap at you, slowly tracing his tongue round your clit until you gently push him away with a contented sigh.

"Good?" He asks happily as slops down next to you

“Very good.” You reach up to grip his hair again, pulling him down for a gentle kiss, his lips still wet with the taste of your arousal. He pulls back and you can’t help but smile wearily at his proud grin.

He adjusts himself through his pants with a grimace before he lays down half on top of you, head resting just below your breasts as you both try to catch your breath, your hand stroking through his hair. “Shower in a minute” he mumbles drowsily against your skin. You doze off like that and wake a little time later to hear him talking quietly but animatedly on the phone.

“Prom?”

He hangs up looking a little sheepish, and smiles. “Just checking in with Iggy.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yep, all good, he's happy.”

“Oh. That’s great?” You frown. “Happy about what?”

“Just you know, happy in general.” He sits on the edge of the bed and avoids your gaze “He and Gladio will be back tonight. Want some breakfast?” You roll your eyes at his quick change of subject. He was not as subtle or as tactful at Ignis as hiding his avoidance of your questions. 🦋---------------------------------🦋

“Drautos?” His presence in your room shocks you and you stand there frozen in place, not knowing what to do. His eyes sweep over your outfit and his gaze rests on your bare thighs. You’re not wearing anything but an old t-shirt of Gladio’s, having only just rolled out of bed and you awkwardly try to tug the hem down as far as possible. Prompto had left less than half an hour ago and you had assumed it was him, returning for something he had undoubtedly forgotten in your room. “Playing a dangerous game aren’t they? Leaving an omega all on their own.” He takes a step forward and you take an immediate step back. “What do you want?” He pauses, just watching you and the silence drags on until you start to feel uncomfortable “Just checking in.” He wanders away from you and around the room, letting his hand trail along the back of the couch, plucking a cushion from the jumbled array. “The safety of the only omega arou–“ “What do you want?” You repeat His jaw tenses at your interruption and his eyes flick to you, “You're forgetting your place omega.” His pheromones are strong, it screams alpha and the apology escapes you before you can stop yourself. “I’m sorry.” His lips crook into a smirk and you feel like you’ve just lost whatever game it is that he’s playing. “You address me as Alpha,” he states, dropping the cushion back onto the couch, “or Captain.” he waits till you nod your assent before continuing his examination of your room. “Where’s the rest of your pack?” he walks round the front of the couch, hand trailing over the pile of blankets in obvious amusement. “They’ll be here soon” He hums noncommittally at your response and sits down, legs spread as he pulls the corner of a blanket across his thigh. “Any progress on the quest to find you a way home?” His tone is mocking and you flinch. You genuinely don’t know the answer to that and if you are honest with yourself you hadn’t really thought about it since you arrived back at the Citadel. “I’m not sure” your eyes flick to the door and then quickly back to Drautos watching him warily as he fiddles with a loose thread on the edge of the blanket. “You seem anxious, pet. Would you like me to sta-“ “I’m fine, thank you.” You swallow hard, “Gladio will be here in a minute” “You interrupt me again,” Drautos’ voice is calm but you can see the anger in his eyes, “and I will have to remindyou of your place.” He rocks his hips up slightly and lets his gaze roam over you again, “I’m more than willing to teach you.” “I’m Sorry Captain” despite the fear starting to grow in your chest you are absolutely not going to call him alpha, but you still can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze for more than a few seconds. The hungry look in his eyes promises violence and the pheromones permeating the air are getting stronger. He examines you for a few more minutes, eyes lingering across your breasts before his mouth twitches into a smirk and finally stands up dropping the blanket back on the pile and heading back towards the door. He spares you another quick glance as he leaves, “I would suggest some more suitable attire. You seem cold.”

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“Hey baby” Gladio’s appearance makes you jump, not having heard the lock open and you stand up from where you were sprawled on the couch to greet him. You hadn’t bothered to get dressed, still in Gladio’s stolen t-shirt and his eyes flare with approval.

“Did you and Prom have fun last night?” he makes a show of licking his lips and you flush in embarrassment as he grins, he opens his mouth to undoubtedly tease you more and then he stops, he breathes in instead, scenting the room. “What’s wrong?” you frown as Ignis steps into the room and seems to do the same before Gladio grabs your arm firmly with a snarl, pulling you towards him. “What the hell are you doing??” You try to yank your arm back but he tightens his grip, pulling the collar of your t-shirt down and nosing into your neck

“Gladio stop!” You push at his chest but he doesn't budge. “Gladio please, you’re hurting me!”

At your whimper of genuine pain Ignis steps forward. “Why did you let Drautos in?” He rests his hand on Gladio’s arm, encouraging him to loosen his grip. “I didn’t! He let himself in.” Gladio lets you go but doesn't step away and you fight the urge to run. “You let him in dressed like that?” Gladio’s voice is void of any discernable emotion and that scares you more than his anger. “I didn’t let him in!” exasperated you take a couple of steps away from him, rubbing your arm you avoid his gaze and look at Ignis. “He let himself in, he surprised me. I’m sorry.”

You feel Gladio’s eyes burning into you but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “What did he want?” he doesn’t acknowledge your apology and you keep your eyes on Ignis, watching as he looks around the room. “I don’t know, nothing really,” you hesitate, eyes flickering between the two “he asked if we were making progress about me going home”

The look that flickers across their faces is dark, and you feel a pang of genuine fear at their shared glance. “Home?” Gladio scoffs “You still want to go back there? What do you have waiting for you that you’re so eager to get back to?” He growls and steps closer, ignoring Ignis’ attempt to stop him “Nothing from what you’ve told us. You were nothing and had nothing. You have us here. Here you are ours.” His words are an angry snarl “You have nothing back home ‘cept parents that don’t care about you” he pauses “and did you even have any friends? If you did they probably haven’t even noticed you’re gone.” You stand there staring at him in shock, whatever you had been expecting him to say, that wasn’t it. He’s furious, the scent coming off him in waves and you feel tears start to overflow at his words. You turn away from them both, anger and fear at their aggressive behaviour threatening to smother you and you feel at a loss at what to say. Ignis turns you back towards him, shooting a glare at Gladio before gently brushing a thumb across your cheek, although his touch does little to calm you down. “You let another alpha into your nest. That’s not allowed, darling” “I didn’t”. You try to reign in your tears. His words were not the comfort from Gladio’s outburst you were hoping for, instead you can hear the accusation and anger in his tone. “And it’s not a nest; it’s just pile of stupid blankets!” Ignis ignores your outburst and wipes away some of your tears “Would you be happy if we let another omega in to our room? If their scent was all over us?” You feel something dark and possessive curl in your chest despite your tears at the thought of sharing Ignis and you reluctantly shake your head. “So you understand why we are so upset?” He kisses you, a soft gentle press of his lips against yours “you won’t do it again will you, darling?” “No”. It sounds more than a little petulant and you hear Gladio scoff. “I’m sorry” you mumble. The words feels all too familiar on your lips and you wonder why it’s always you that’s in the wrong.

Ignis glances at Gladio, and you don’t like the look they share, whatever silent conversation they’re having makes you anxious. You open your mouth to apologise again but instead you yelp as you’re spun abruptly around. A harsh grip around your arm, and then Gladio is yanking you close and kissing you hard. You don’t want to kiss him, still upset by his words but he gives you no choice. Gripping your jaw until you relent and let him in, his tongue invades your mouth and thrusts so far down your throat that you nearly choke. The heady alpha pheromones thickening all around make it hard to think anything other than ‘alpha angry must appease’ and your body responds despite your attempts not to give in to it. You press your legs together to stem the slow wet trickle down your thighs.

“I think you need to apologise properly.” Ignis speaks from behind you; his voice is low, darkly possessive and you feel the fear come back tenfold. You’ve never heard him sound like that before. He pulls you away from Gladio and turns you toward the couch, a strong palm between your shoulder blades forcing you to bend and balance yourself against the arm. You turn to look at him, still dressed in his suit; pants loosened just enough to free his already hard cock and your chest tightens with the first stirrings of panic. He tugs your t-shirt up over your hips and the snarl when he realises you aren’t wearing underwear causes your pulse to spike alarmingly. “You must have given Drautos quite the show” Ignis spits his name as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Are you wet for me or for him?” Your repeated denial is torn from your throat in a strangled cry as he thrusts into you in to one brutal stroke. The rare aggression from him shocks you into silence as much as the pain. It hurts and you try to ignore the sting as he fucks you hard and fast. He doesn’t even try to make it pleasurable for you, focused solely on his own gratification and on punishing you. After he cums neither of you move, your quiet sniffles, Ignis ragged breathing and the slow shlick as Gladio strokes his cock idly as he watches you the only sounds in the quiet of your room. Ignis hadn’t knot you and despite the pain you feel strangely hurt by that. Eventually he pulls himself out of you and before you can straighten, Gladio is wrenching you forward and turning you around to sit on his lap, your back to his chest. He’s inside you before you can register the new position, he’s thicker than Ignis and the stretch burns, but the sounds of his harsh pants and moans easily eclipse your pained cries. Growls of your name and mine are muttered out between clenched teeth. He fucks you roughly and your automatic cry for Ignis to help you slips out involuntarily. Ignis is quick to step into your line of vision, leaning in close to press a quick kiss to your mouth, “I’m right here, darling, what do you need?” “Too much.” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as Gladio fucks into you, knot grinding against your entrance. “It’s too much. Hurts.”

“Relax darling” Ignis coos softly at you, hands cradling your face “You trust us don't you?” You nod, fighting back tears you try to tell yourself they won’t genuinely hurt you, to just listen to Ignis and relax, until Gladio ruins the illusion and yanks your head back by your hair and sinks his teeth deep into the crook of your neck, hard enough to tear the skin and draw blood. It hurts, the pain makes you scream and then it’s like a something snaps and pulls inside you and everything dulls and fades until all you can sense is Gladio.

Gladio’s hand clasps across your mouth as his knot locks inside you, smothering your cries as he whispers into your ear and rides out his orgasm. “Mine. My Omega,” He groans he nips your ear, lapping at the blood trickling down your neck “gonna fill that womb till you can’t take anymore” he slides his hand from your mouth to spread out over your abdomen, “gonna breed this tight little pussy.” His knot deep inside of you and his hips still stuttering upwards, he spreads his legs further, pulling your thighs open wider. Ignis takes a moment to admire the view of your pussy stretched around Gladio’s knot, calling you beautiful before kneeling between your spread legs. You sob and push weakly against Ignis’ shoulders, you know what he’s going to do, you can see it in the way his gaze lingers on the unblemished side of your neck “No, don’t–”

You don’t say no to us darling,” the gentleness of his tone and the soft way he strokes your hair does nothing to ease the panic inside you. “Ignis,” Your voice is a pained whisper. “Please don’t.” He ignores you and leans in, kissing the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue tasting the salty tang of your sweat and breathes in the sweetness of your scent.

You try to shake your head, but Gladio’s hand is in your hair again, tilting your head firmly to give Ignis better access. He bites down just as hard as Gladio did, until your skin pops beneath his teeth and he growls, blood dripping down your shoulders. The swirling encompassing aura of Ignistwisting and intertwining with Gladioin your chest smothers you, until you feel completely surrounded by them, inside and out. They seem to wedge themselves deep inside your psyche, filling a deep dark void you didn’t know was there. You feel complete, whole and the urge to cry is strong. They are aggressive and demanding, your body is heavy, sluggish, but you surrender to their demands because now you completely and utterly belong to them.

You think you black out for a moment as the next thing you know you are laying on your bed with Gladio kneeling between your thighs his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, murmuring at you as he strokes himself. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, omega, gonna fill you till you give me a whole fucking litter” He grunts, stroking himself faster and you can’t bring yourself to look away “I’m going to make you scream for me” Ignis’ touch to your jaw makes you jump and you tear your gaze away from Gladio. “Open your mouth for me darling” You feel Gladio’s cum splattering hot against your pussy as Ignis thrusts deep into your throat. The first swipe of Gladio’s tongue against your clit as he cleans his cum off you has you mewling weakly around Ignis cock and with a quiet hiss he cums too. He pulls out of your mouth and strokes his cock as thick ropes of white spatter across your face and lips, head rolled back as he slowly fucks his fist. “Good girl” His gentle fingers trail down your face, gathering his cum before pushing against your lips. You open willingly, sucking and cleaning his fingers of his seed. They both moan as you swallow, and you feel a pang of pride at their obvious enjoyment. You’re exhausted, your pleas for them to stop had long been ignored and with Gladio just watching as you clean Ignis’ fingers the moment of respite from stimulation is heavenly. It doesn’t last long, Gladio manhandling you, ignoring your weak protests, to sit on his lap again. Your protests becoming louder as he presses the tip of his thick cock against the tight ring of your ass. He shushes you, one hand resting on your hip to guide you down, the other pressing thumb and forefinger into your mouth to grasp your tongue. “You’re mine now omega,” He pushes until you stretch around him, “you’ll take what I give you.” The mixed fluids from the three of you that covers your thighs and between your legs gives more than enough lubrication for the head of his cock to slowly slide smoothly into your ass. Your moans are garbled as he presses his fingers deeper into your throat. He pulls out of your ass gently and eases in again, an inch at a time, deeper with each slow thrust until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets go of your hip, pulling on your hair and jerking your head back, the wounds on your neck burning in complaint. With nothing to hold you steady you sit precariously on his thighs, his cock resting deep in your ass. “So good.” He moans as drool runs down your chin as he fucks your throat with his fingers “such a good messy girl for me” You’re dimly aware of Ignis moving between your spread legs again and as Gladio stills and grips your hips in both hands you feel Ignis slide his cock between the folds of your over-stimulated pussy. Your panic surges and you try to push him away but Gladio is quick to grab your hands, pinning them under his as he holds your hips. “I can’t, you won’t fit” tears slide down your cheeks and Ignis pauses to lick them from your face, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow gentle circles. “Relax love, you can take it” he purrs softly “I know you can.” Each brush of his thumb sends jolts of pleasure through you and brings soft grunts from Gladio every time you tighten around him, forcing your body toward another climax. Just as you hit your peak he stops and grips your waist, pushing his entire length into you in one smooth glide, denying you of your pleasure. Your orgasm ruined, your thighs tremble and shake as they fuck you, but it doesn’t take long before you feel another starting to build. Gladio lays back and pulls him with you until you are lying on top of him, back flush to his chest and Ignis follows, curling his body over yours to suck at your nipple. His delighted moan as milk starts to trickle into his mouth makes you purr in response. It’s overwhelming, both of them surrounding you inside and out and you feel delirious as you let them fuck you, unable to do anything more than lay back against Gladio’s chest and take it. Your orgasm overcomes you within seconds, it feels all the more

intense from its denial and they both moan loudly as you cum hard, pressing themselves as deep as they can as you clench and gush around their cocks. You can feel their chests rumble as they mutter praise at you. Ignis continues to suckle at your chest, and you arch your back up into him as much as you can as he drinks before he presses you down, completely pinning you flat between them, powerless to move as they grind and thrust into you chasing their own high. It doesn’t take long before they cum together, forcing their swollen knots deep inside your protesting walls, pushing your body to its limits as you scream. Your body convulses as you cum again around their knots, it’s a short, sharp orgasm that hurts more than it feels good, both of them holding you firmly in place as you shudder and they both grunt and moan, continuing to fill you as you milk them for all they’re worth. You feel besieged with sensation, whimpering painfully as Gladio grinds weakly into your ass, to sore, weak and exhausted to hear what Ignis murmurs to him.

You wake up naked, head resting on Gladio’s chest and Ignis’ arm draped across your middle. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but from the way your head throbs you think it’s more likely you passed out. You’re sore and in pain from being knotted so many times, your neck throbs agonizingly and your right nipple aches. Slick and sticky between your thighs, you feel bloated; every minute movement makes another trickle of cum ooze from your abused holes.

You move slightly, every inch of your protesting at the movement, and let your gaze sweep over your exposed body. Hickies, bruises and bite marks cover your skin but letting your eyes flit over Gladio’s sleeping form you feel no small amount of satisfaction to see numerous red scratches and teeth marks across his own skin, and one painful looking bite on his neck that you don’t remember doing.

‘Family that don’t care about you and you didn’t even have any friends’ His harsh words from earlier come back to you with a fresh wave of hurt and you shrink back away from him. You whine quietly with pain as something twinges low inside you at the movement and sit up to try and shift into a more comfortable position. “You need to sleep, my love” Ignis voice is rough with sleep as he locks his arm tight around your waist, dragging you back down so he can bury his face into the back of your neck with a contented rumble.

“I’m sore.” It’s a poor descriptor to the almost agony you feel but it’s all you can manage to say. “Sleep, love,” a lick of his tongue over the bite on your neck has you wincing. “I’ll clean you up in the morning.” You can feel his happiness as he continues to sooth his tongue over the freshly oozing bloody wound, like there’s a part of him connected to you. It makes you think of the tin can telephones that you used to make and play with when you were little. A taut string connecting his heart to yours. Why can I sense your emotions? You almost ask the question but he interrupts you. “Sleep, my love.” It’s a gentle command, but a command nonetheless and there is nothing left in you to try and argue so you obey him, shifting away from Gladio as much as you can to snuggle back into Ignis. His contented purr as you lie back down, despite your pain, is enough to sooth you into an uneasy slumber.

#final fantasy xv #a/b/o universe #female reader #ffxv gladio #ffxv ignis #ffxv prompto #nsft #fanfic #omega reader #yandere

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lixiepeach · 3 years

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Red Moon Drabble Series - Part 14

Summary: Seungmin wants to try something new. Hana is more than willing to oblige.

Warnings: Smut, very detailed cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotected sex

Kinktober Prompts: I’m doing two in one for this one: face sitting and creampie.

A/N: Surprise! This one takes place somewhere between the end of Red Moon and the Epilogue. Before Hana and Chan decide to have pups. It’s also going to serve as Day 1 of Kinktober! Yes, I am deciding to partake in Kinktober this year. We’ll see how much I can get through. Not all of my Kinktober stories will be related to Red Moon, but some of them will. I will be making a second masterlist for Kinktober, but the Red Moon related ones will also be on the Red Moon Masterlist.

This one doesn’t necessarily need a deep understanding of the original story.

MASTERLIST

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Hana looks up in shock at Seungmin, pausing in her efforts to fold her laundry. “Sorry?”

“I want you to sit on my face.” He repeats, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.

“Right now?”

A grin pulls at the side of his lips. “No. I just want to try it eventually.” He shrugs. “Minho was talking about it and I want to try.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Okay.” Hana shifts slightly. “Sure. Yeah.” She shifts again, trying to ignore how wet she’s getting. “We can do that.”

“Come to my room tonight.” He says, the side of his lips lifting again, this time in a smirk.

He leaves her there with that, Hana mouthing a “fuck” before attempting to go back to folding the laundry unsuccessfully. She’s desperately trying to ignore the dampness in her panties from the mental image of Seungmin’s plump lips on her, hands holding her hips as she grinds on his face.

“Shit.” She breathes, running a hand through her hair. That boy was going to be the death of her.

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Hana climbs the stairs slowly. Her panties are still damp, something that had lasted all day. She knew the others noticed, catching her scent, but none of them had acted on it as usual, not even breathing a word about it to tease her. No doubt Seungmin had staked his claim on her for the night, the others keeping their distance out of respect. It was something that had developed between them, a sort of understanding. If someone wanted her, just a simple message to the others and they would back off. Some days, however, it was open season. Whomever got their hands on her first. Sometimes more than one of them. Sometimes it was her choice. There was never any jealousy, never any fights about it. They all knew they would get their turns.

His door is cracked, the lamp on leaving the room painted in soft orange light. She doesn't bother knocking, pushing the door open enough for her to squeeze through before shutting it with a soft click behind her. Seungmin is laid out on his bed, laying back against the pillows. He’s stripped to nothing but a pair of shorts, judging by the bulge beneath them he’s just as excited as she is.

He lifts his hand, motioning her over with a crooked finger. She’s in nothing but a baggy shirt and panties, her thighs damp from the wetness of her underwear. This was her beta. She was his luna. She was above him in rank, but standing in his room she felt every bit the omega she was. He was in control.

“Strip.” He says as she reaches the end of his bed.

She’s quick to pull the shirt over her head, letting her panties drop to her feet. He watches her with hooded eyes, holding a hand out to her. She climbs on the bed, letting him guide her closer.

“Sit on my face.” He instructs, running a hand up her thigh.

She does as she’s told, moving closer to his head, swinging a leg over so she’s straddling his face. He hums as he takes her in, thumb running through her folds.

“So wet for me.” He nips at her inner thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. Since you asked me.”

“I know.” He nips higher up her thigh. “You were driving the boys crazy. Really testing their restraint.”

“Fuck.” She breathes, legs shaking already and he hasn’t even touched her. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth.”

He hums, pulling away from her slightly. “You want me to eat your pussy?”

She whines at his words, trying to press her hips closer to his face but he holds her still. “Fuck, please.”

“I guess I can’t say no to that.” He says, pulling her down so she’s fully seated on his face.

Hana gasps as his mouth meets her pussy, his tongue running through her folds to taste her. His hands hold her still, preventing her from moving. She grips his headboard as he circles her clit with his tongue, holding herself up as he teases her. All of her packmates were good with their mouths, all very capable of drawing orgasm after orgasm from her simply with their head between her thighs. But Seungmin was among the best at it, attentive to what made her crazy, what could draw her closest to her orgasm. He had all the restraint of a beta, his favorite thing to do was edge her over and over until she nearly goes blind from the intensity of her orgasm when he finally let her cum.

She can tell he’s gearing up for another of those kinds of nights, his movements slow and deliberate as he mouths at her pussy. She had never tried this before with any of the others, most of them preferring her on her back. But this was entirely different, Seungmin’s hands on her ass as he moves her against his mouth.

“Why have we never done this before?” She gasps, knuckles white where they grip the headboard.

Seungmin’s answer is nothing more than a grunt as he pulls her down completely against his face, nose bumping her clit as he fucks her with his tongue.

“Oh god, Minnie. Right there.” She moans, grinding her hips against his face.

He lets her, loosening his hold on her so she can move. His teeth scrape against her clit, her legs shaking as she gets close.

“So close.” She whines. “I’m gonna cum.”

He takes control again, lifting her away from his mouth before she can cum. She lets out a whine, bending so she can look down at him. His eyes are dark, the lower half of his face shining with her juices. She moans at the sight of him forgiving him for a moment for taking away her orgasm.

“You don’t get to cum until I decide.” He says, thumb rubbing tight circles into her clit. Her legs are already shaking again as she moans in response.

He settles her over his mouth again, fucking her slowly with his tongue. She holds herself still, fighting the urge to play with her nipples. They were super sensitive now, the boys loving it when she came from just her nipples being played with. The omegas especially loved it when she would lay between them, let them suckle.

She’s getting close again to her orgasm, but she knows Seungmin won’t let her be satisfied yet. She wasn’t whiny enough, wasn’t begging him yet.

“Fuck.” She groans as he pulls her away again, this time pushing her over onto her back, her head hanging off the end of his bed.

“I want to be inside you when you cum.” He says, pushing his shorts down, not even bothering to kick them all the way off.

He thrusts into her, sliding in easily from her wetness. She can see the wetness on his face, feel it as his mouth closes over her nipple. She whines, gripping his shoulders as he fucks her, his hands holding the end of the bed the only thing keeping her from sliding off. She loves this side of him, the unhinged animal as he chases his own high.

“Please, Minnie.” She whines, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please. I wanna cum.”

“You wanna cum?” He asks, lifting himself to hit a deeper spot inside her.

“Please!” She cries, head falling back over the edge of the bed. “Please!”

His fingers find her clit, rubbing circles over it. “Then cum.”

She cries out his name as she cums, back arching as her orgasm finally rips through her. He’s quick to follow, spilling into her. They both still as the revel in their highs, Seungmin holding her head up as his lips trails up to hers. She can still taste herself on his lips, moaning quietly against them as he kisses her.

“We should do that more often.” She breathes, letting herself go boneless in his hold.

Seungmin smirks as he picks up the quiet moaning from the other side of the wall. “I think you’re gonna have a few in line to try it next.”

Hana hums, pulling Seungmin down closer. “I don’t think I can complain.”

He groans as she clenches around him. “Round two?”

She smirks. “Those boys deserve an easy finish. They have a lot of work ahead of them. Might as well help them now.”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fic #skz fic #kinktober #stray kids werewolf au #skz werewolf au #stray kids supernatural au #skz supernatural au #stray kids x reader #stray kids x oc #skz x reader #skz x oc #ot8 x reader #ot8 x oc

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Welcome To The Pack: Sinking Fangs

Summary- 10.2k Alpha Steve x You. Things have settled back on Pack Lands. Over a month has passed since you and Steve returned from Wakanda and now there is just one last thing to deal with to put the ordeal of your time with the Pierce Pack to rest, deal with Council Member Ross. Brock now has a new asset on hand and gives a preview of how efficient he is. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Violence, Killing, Sex.

A/N- Wow, thank you all so much for reading this. Really it has been a passion project of mine, and Im so happy I could bring my wolves into the MCU verse. We are at the end of this story with Alpha Steve and the Little One. I hope it delivered all that you had hoped it would and enjoyed it as much as I have. Reading your comments and asks have meant more to me then you could possibly know. Happy Howling 🐺

Chapter 9 (part 2) / Masterlist

The chill tickled his senses and that was what woke Steve up that morning, his hand sweeping over the bed to find you not there, but your warmth was still clinging to the bed sheets. You haven’t been up for long. Rolling to his stomach, he moved to resettle, listening for where you might be in the cabin. But all was silent, all he could pick up was the drip-drip of the coffee maker in the kitchen, so you had been there just before, there was no rustle on the couch no sounds of your feet springing off the cabin's wood floor though. But the heavy autumn air did draw his attention to the wide-open door to the deck. Rolling up to rub at his face to waken further, Steve leaned down and grabbed sleep pants nearby to tug them on. He advanced on the deck and took a look around.

The deck was frost-covered, as well as the towering pines housing the migrating songbirds sheltering overnight and that one grey squirrel that seemed to claim the back deck as his since you started feeding them. Steve’s eyes scanned for you, and the Wolf immediately picked up your warm scent, eyes dropping to see where the soles of your feet and toes had melted a trail across the frost covered deck. Following it, he went down the stairs to the lower deck that stretched out over the lake, and there you were, at the very end with an afghan wrapped around your shoulder, legs peeking out from underneath it. Steve could see where you were arched onto your toes to keep the rest of your feet from touching the frost covered wood. Getting a quicker spring to his step, Steve approached you from behind.

“Y/N, what are you doing out here so early? You must be freezing.” His Wolf growled in agreement when you looked over your shoulder. Even as cold as you looked, your eyes were bright with excitement. “I heard geese overhead, and I wanted to see them flying south.” Once he reached you, his arms went around your waist and drew you back so that you would lean into him, your feet moving to step on top of his to protect them from the frostbitten boards and the fog coming off the lake so early in the morning. His head tilted up to look in the clear blue sky above, something about the cold made it look sharper. Sometimes he forgot that son of a bitch Pierce kept you locked up so long in his compound, like an animal in a zoo.

You missed out on the way their world would shift between warm sunshine filled lazy days to everything preparing for a long sleep. The woods were now constantly rustling with animals seeking food to store away, leaves windblown loose to swirl in patterns before falling to the forest floor to provide shelter for the tree roots. Overhead the sky would be swarmed with birds, quick off the wing as they left for winter bound destinations. Ice would soon form on the lake edges, sending the lake dwellers down into the depths to wait out the winter. And right now, your head tipped back to watch the obnoxious geese as the massive birds flew in their arrow path, carrying them out of sight.

“Winter will soon be here,” Steve said with a smile, for it was his favorite time of year. As wonderful as all the others were, the snow brought a serene calmness to The Pack. Letting the Wolves loose for days to run across the snow. It was a time his Beast was most at home in the world. The biting winds and harsh cold he was made for. While the forest snapped from the intense ice and cold, he tracked through it, laying claim to all that was his and reminding nearby packs that a strong Alpha and his wolves claimed this territory. Then for his human side, he had a warm cabin, and now his Little One filling his home and his bed. Steve finally felt that maybe things were falling into place.

You turned to face him, wrinkling your nose at him. “You know who else will be here soon ? Ross.” You reminded him with a worried look and Steve gave a soft growl at the man’s name, a pain in his ass if there ever was one. He had put him coming off for well over the past couple months since you two had returned from Wakanda. But Tony finally pushed him for this meeting, to go over what had actually happened to Pierce’s pack, and You. Pack on pack violence wasn’t tolerated among the council, supposedly. So Steve needed to explain his reasons for attacking. It was all bullshit, considering what you went through alone.

“Don’t remind me Little One.” Steve gave a huff, warm breath washing over your face as his head dropped, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. “The sooner he leaves the better. Come on, now my feet are cold.” He chuckled and drew you away, and back up the stairs towards the house once more.

The morning was a bit more tense than usual. Steve was quiet, you felt like his concentration was discussing matters with his Wolf, knowing he would have to keep himself under control with the Alphas coming into his territory. Initially, he was going to refuse this meeting, but Tony convinced him that it would be a show of good faith to the council if he allowed them access and actually explained what happened. The ex Pierce pack now belonged to Caine, who told the members the council sent what happened already. But Ross couldn’t let it go. Wanting to still hear from Steve. Finally, the Alpha relented, unsure if it was entirely the right thing, but it was done with. He wasn’t one to back down from his word.

“You still going up to the yard?” You asked cautiously, knowing Steve was a bit all over the place, and his head lifted at your voice, checking his watch.

“Yea, guess I better get up there if I want to get at least one truck off to the mill.” He drained his mug and set it in the sink, grabbing his jacket as he drew up to you. “Shoot me a text if anything happens while I’m up the mountain.” His fingers grasped your chin and placed a kiss on your lips, you nodded with an encouraging smile.

“Of course Steve.” You nudged at him and tilted for one more coffee stained kiss from him, and when he left, you listened to his heavy footfalls take him down the porch and then moments later one of the pickups at the garage start-up. Once he was gone, you moved to settle on the couch, pulling your phone out to call Natasha. This had become the morning routine, once Steve headed out, you checked in with the Red Wolf.

After a few moments, Natasha picked up, you could see here setting her phone up on a nightstand before going back to packing up a duffel bag.

“Hey, you coming home for a bit?” you asked hopefully. She had been gone since she left you and Steve in Wakanda, and only heard from her now and then till you started to actively video chat her once a day. If she would pick up the phone that was. Some days when she answered it would be from a car while driving, a motel room, middle of the street. And the days she didn't, you weren't sure if you wanted to know where she was holed up in her search for the missing pack members.

“No, not yet, I picked up another lead last night, and about to go check it out.”

“Natasha, Steve wouldn't be upset if you came home. It's been weeks and every trail you come across leads to a dead end.” You say into your phone while propping it on the coffee table.

“No, I'm sure of it this time. He really fits Bucky’s description. Tall, dark hair, slight limp to his walk. Sounded like he passed through town.” Natasha sounded hopeful. So many times Natasha was sure she finally found Bucky, and it always led to a dead end.

“Was there anyone else with him?” You questioned, and her face got a bit crestfallen, shaking it slowly.

“No, nothing about the others. Has Laura said anything about Clint contacting her?”

Another shake of the head no. “Nothing, no one has seemed to hear anything. Steve’s even been reaching out to other packs. Someone named Fury is coming soon, he works for the Council, and is going to try to help figure out where they went.”

Natasha’s green eyes widened a bit. “Fury? Well damn, Uh, how did Steve feel about that?” your eyes narrowed at your packmate, yes you were still fairly new, and was reminded of that in moments like these.

“From what I understand, Steve called him himself. Why? What do I not know?” You questioned, and Natasha shrugged.

“You know Steve, he's not on board with the whole Wolf Packs need to be “policed” like the council wants to do. But Fury, he's one of the better ones. Kinda walks his own line, you know? Steve worked with him way before he was an Alpha, at an agency called Shield.”

This piqued your interest, even your Little Wolf stirred, cause Steve rarely talked about his past. “What was Shield?”

Natasha searched the drawers one last time while she remained talking. “Oh it was Wolves trained in special skills, usually combative and logistics. They would be dispatched into problem areas for wolves and humans alike, working with the military. Bucky was a part of it as well. Their team was called the Howling Commandos.” Natasha snapped the drawers shut, and went to sit on the bed, picking up the phone. “Course this was way back when. I'm a bit surprised Steve hasn’t talked about it?”

“No, but honestly Steve doesn't talk much about his past.” You worried your lip a bit and the Little Wolf brushed against your mind.

Natasha gave a shrug. “He will sometime, Steve’s time with his ex wasn’t easy. He probably just wants to forget some of that. With your help.” Natasha smirked at you, and you gave her a roll of your eyes, your Little Wolf snickering in agreement with your friend. “Have you thought about making it all official?” She eased out the question, and you wish you could give a resounding yes. You had considered asking Steve many times about it since you two have returned home.

But something held you back, the idea of being connected to someone mind and body scared you in a way that seemed so unreasonable considering you and your Little Wolf knew you wouldn't ever want another Mate. Steve assured you many times that he would share that bond with you, but only when you asked for it, and never pushed or made you feel guilty like you should ask. Plus the way you and Steve were right now, it was comfortable and content, you hated the thought of asking for more and ruining the rhythm of happiness you found with each other, even though in Wakanda you were more than ready.

“I know Steve would the second I asked him, it's me waiting. After living with Pierce for so long, Nat honestly it scares me. If Steve connected, I would belong to him. I know he wouldn’t do anything I wasn't okay with, but knowing he could. Fuck that just scares me.”

“Y/N, does he even know you feel this way?” Natasha asked softly and you shook your head. “Talk to him Y/N, Steve will want to know what you are thinking.”

Your Little Wolf curled around in your mind, growling softly. <She’s right, we should communicate with our Alpha.>

“Think about it Y/N, you open up, maybe Steve will as well.” Natahsa grabbed her duffel and shouldered it. “Listen, I will be home soon, okay? Don’t worry about me, I'm used to being out on my own quite a bit.”

“Doesn't mean we don’t still worry.” you chuckled softly and gave a wave into the phone screen. “Talk to you tomorrow Nat. Bye.”

After hanging up, you settled back into the couch thinking over yours and Natasha’s discussion with the bond. Maybe it was time to bring it up with Steve, about why you were hesitant.

Maybe he’s hesitant to? I know he has offered but-

Of course I am, I just never really brought it up.

The Little Wolf huffed out in frustration and shook out her fur as she moved to a stretch. <You have wanted it since before I came home, you were just waiting for me to come back.>

How do you know about that?

<Cause I was never actually gone, just trapped.> she responded, starting to trot away from the front of your awareness with a whisk of your tail. <Now it's simply fear holding you back. The Alpha deserves to know.>

You huffed a bit at your wolf being so dismissive. Pushing up off the couch, and going back to the bedroom to go get ready for the arrival of Ross to the pack.

Up on the mountain, the lot was just finishing up, Steve waiting with hands on his hips, watching as Sam worked the Skid Cat to load the last of the logs on. Once the last one was on, he pulled himself up the side and started working on strapping them down for transport when Sam parked the skid cat nearby, and hopped down to go join Steve. Pulling himself up the other side, both men working quietly tightening the straps till everything was safe to be taken down the mountain.

“Your awful quiet today Man.” Sam finally broke the ice while twisting to take a seat at the top of the pile, Steve making a similar move to sit next to him.

“Lot on my mind I guess.” He pulled off his heavy duty work gloves, and slapped them down beside him.

“This to do with Ross or Y/N?” Sam questioned while falling back to his palms planted on the log behind him, relaxing for a moment.

“A bit of both. Ross, I'm just ready to get him off Pack Land.” Steve admitted, and the Wolf growled lowly at the mention of the man's name. “Y/N, were good and starting to feel comfortable, and settled after everything from this summer. But is this what she wants for sure?”

<Course it is, our mate is happy Steve.> The Wolf pinned back his ear at the humans worries, sighing.

Sam listened and gave a nod. “I remember feeling that way with Sara when we first started. ‘Was she happy, would she want this to be her life.’ Nerve wracking. I wanted to ask her, but fuck I was scared that she was gonna tell me it was temporary.” Sam flashed a grin. “Then I sucked it up, and brought it up one night. Damn, she jumped me in all of two seconds, told me I was an idiot and that she wasn't going anywhere.” Sam chuckled at the memory, and Steve gave his own amused laugh. “Anyways, I had nothing to be worried about, and I don't think you do either. Y/N looks at you man with those god damn heart eyes all the time whenever she catches a whiff of you. And Ross, I know you're not happy about it. I'm glad i'm not in your position right now.”

Steve rolled his eyes at him. “Thanks Sam.”

“But you're gonna sail through it, tell Ross what happened, he's just being a prick cause you're not rushing to sign his accords.” Sam moved then to push off, sliding back down to the ground, and motioning to the truck's cab. When one Alpha refuses, others will not be afraid to say they agree. He’s afraid of more Alphas and packs agreeing with you. Come on Alpha, you're stalling. Let's get our shit finished, your best friend gonna be here soon.”

Steve grabbed his gloves and jumped down, growling at Sam. “You're an ass.” while stuffing his gloves in his back pocket and yanking the door open to get in.

“It’s a gift I’ve worked on for years.” Sam grinned, grabbing the walkie talkie and listening for the static. “Steve and I are taking the last load, clean up guys.” Once he got the confirmation, he got in, and Steve put the truck in drive and headed down the mountain.

It wasn’t long till Steve was once more pulling into the Packs compound and it hit him as soon as he opened the door. The Alpha himself bristled in Steve’s mind scenting the other Alphas on his land, and he had to push the Wolf back from the front of his consciousness, the beast set off by not just one outside Alpha, but two. Sam coming out the other side, side eyed Steve a moment to make sure he didn't lose control because he saw the situation before Steve did. Sam was well aware the moment Steve saw them, just from the growl that raised from the depths of his chest in a menacing tone before dying down.

On HIS porch, with HIS mate was Ross, Tony, and a female. Steve was unsure of who it was, but he was more focused on three wolves surrounding you that were outsiders. Heavy handed, he slammed the truck door shut, and all heads turned towards him to see him stalking towards his porch.

Tony immediately moved to a stand, clapping his hands together. “And there's the old boy now! We were just about to go up the mountain to find you Steve.” Ross gave a cold nod in agreement, and the woman sitting next to him, Steve finally recognized Ross's assistant, Judy. Steve’s gaze shifted hotly from the wolves to you, taking you in. You seemed relax, one leg crossed over another, your hand wrapped around a coffee mug, and everything in you seemed to say that you were comfortable yet alert. Immediately as soon as you saw him looking at you with such an intense look, you set your cup aside, and eased to a stand, bushing past Judy and going down the stairs to reach your Alpha, smiling in that welcome home way.

Immediately Steve loped an arm around you and pressed his lips to your temple with a whispered hushed tone just for you. “Everything okay?” you hummed a yes, exchanging the sentiment with a nuzzle to his shoulder before turning back to your waiting guests.

“They just arrived minutes before you and Sam, Alpha.” You say cheerfully, the other three following you off the porch and standing around. You can feel Steve against you, not growling, but the vibrations of silent rumbles shifted through him. Your hand lightly slides under the back of his shirt to press against his lower back, and you feel him calm down, a deep inhale clearing his mind.

“I was expecting you all much later, and I have a business to run, orders to be placed and people to keep employed within the compound and from the town below. But I’m here now, shall we go inside to talk?” Steve offered with an extended hand towards his front door. Ross once more seemed to look at Steve with disdain, making the Little Wolf in you bristle at the rudeness to your Alpha, but Steve chose to ignore it so you did as well. Judy though was another matter, the woman standing just to the other side of Ross with her tablet for notes, and she seemed to be eyeing Steve in a whole other way. A way that made you self conscious that he didn't have your bite showing any other unmated wolves he was committed. It made your jaw ache as you clenched it shut, your Little Wolf pacing now, panting slightly being on edge.

<She's a threat, I can smell her desire.> The Little Wolf's ears swept back flat against her skull, yellow eyes sharp as they watched Judy flaunt a bit in front of Steve, flashing her neck with sweeps of her hair over her shoulder and lowering her gaze in a way that wasn't necessary for anyone other than her Alpha or Mate. Now that Steve was here, you could smell the change in her, the heated desire this woman had for him. Steve must have felt you tense, cause his hand flexed on your hip and fingers pressed in the curve.

She is only a threat if we allow her to be. Your attention turned away from her back to Tony and Ross.

"Yes let's finish up with this." Ross snapped a bit and proceeded up the stairs.

As they headed inside, Steve dipped his head to Sam to whisper in his ear. Sam nodded at whatever Steve had said and stepped away from the group. You watch as he leaves, until Steve's touch pushes you gently up the stairs, wanting to keep you with him during this. You embrace for going inside, assaulted by the scent of all the extra people, but the one that was really irritating you the most was Judy. Who flung her hair once more over her shoulder, showing off the slim column of her neck.

Your teeth bared slightly, although you flashed her a smile, digging for a hair tie in your pocket. “Here, your hair seems to be bothering you.” you held out the offending tie to her and she looked at your hand with a slight wrinkle of her nose, and plucked it from your fingers.

“Thanks.” she muttered, but was quick to walk away from you. You noticed she flung your hair tie back on the kitchen island counter and stuck to Ross’s side while they settled on the couch. Judy’s nose dropped to her tablet, suddenly very busy.

Not a threat but she's annoying as hell. Steve isn't even paying her any attention. You stated confidently to you Little Wolf as Steve dropped a kiss to your shoulder while going to the bar to pour some tumblers of the Wakandian liquor to offer the guests.

“Be careful, it's strong.” he said as he passed it to Ross, Tony and Sharon. The last two he kept for you and him, once he settled in his leather chair, you perched on the arms chair allowing Steve to keep a possessive hand on your thigh. You sip it, licking your bottom lip afterward to clear the droplets collected and smirked to yourself when Steve’s fingers flexed and dug into your muscle before loosening again.

<His…>

Yes we are. You thought while sipping the strong liquor once more.

Tony, you noticed, was well aware of what Steve had given him and took a tentative sip. Ross though, shot back a heavy swallow, and started sputter and grabbing a kerchief from his pocket. “Christ Rogers, what was that?”

“It's Wakadian Liquor, courtesy of King T’Challa. So, what is it you want, Senator Ross? You felt the need to come all the way to my Pack to discuss my packs matters?”

Ross set his glass to the side, and your gaze followed to see that he completely missed the coaster, and your eyes flashed in irritation at his ignorant behaviour.

“Well as you know, the council over the American Wolves don't condone pack on pack violence. I understand the unique situation with Pierces ex lone wolf.” Ross said, gesturing towards you.

Steve snapped forward in his seat, a warning growl rising from him. “Her name is Y/N, and I accepted her as part of the Mountain Pack the day she arrived. She was never a lone wolf or lived in the no man's land. Y/N was on the run, for her life. Running from a mad Alpha looking to sell her. She was a victim, she didn't choose to cross boundaries. Treat her as such.”

To be called a lone wolf insinuated you had abandoned your pack and disrespected your Alpha. A wolf gone rogue and living between pack lines was a dangerous wolf, traveling to find a new pack was acceptable. But to live entirely feral,was rare and often those beasts went a little mad, losing their sense of human side.

Tony rubbed at his face, easy to tell that the two Alphas were going to start bristling at one another, and interrupted with a slightly cheerful voice. “Okay gentleman, let's be sure we keep to the purpose here.”

Ross nodded, this time taking a much more careful sip of his drink. “I apologize Y/N. I'm not unsympathetic to your situation.” He stated towards you, which you nodded slightly in acceptance while Steve thrummed his fingers against your thigh, impatient now. “As I was saying, there are proper procedures we must take to investigate Pierce and properly hold him accountable. Now, he’s dead. And he can't pay for his crimes. So Alpha…” Ross snapped out. “What prompted you to take those measures without notifying the Council.”

Steve slid his arm around your hip while leaning forward, moving to sit on the edge of his seat, instinctively you felt the Aloha growing angered, and slid from the arm of the chair onto his knee. You could feel his coiled muscles underneath you and you leaned back enough to feel his chest pressing partially against your back. “What prompted me, Senator Ross? The fact that Y/N had to come seeking safety while being hunted. Trackers crossed my lines, uninvited, went into my house, uninvited and tried to abduct Y/N.” Steve inhaled deeply, dragging your scent to calm his Wolf down before continuing. “Then I am told about unmated wolves being held captive and sold to the highest bidder, against their consent. But none of that matters, right Ross? Leave it to the council to sit on their asses waiting for something more? How about this, Pierce threatened to attack my pack.” Steve shifted back, easing you both back. “I went to him instead, offered to talk first. It didn't end that way. I'm not going to have any of my family threatened, especially when from what I've been told, the council had all this information and more on file. And YOU all were still waiting? For what?” Steve challenged back.

Ross glared at Tony before clearing his throat. “I don't know where you might have heard that information, but I can assure you Steve that the council has nothing but all Packs welfare in mind. That's why we were made in the first place.

“Enough!” Steve snapped his teeth behind you. “I see now that the Council was made to try to control the Packs, do away with the need for Alphas. That's what this is about right? I refuse to sign your Accords, and by me not doing so, you have other packs who are also refusing. The matter with Pierce is just showing how fucking sloppy you all are, half ass work, rather watch until its the prime opportune moment to make the Council look good.” Steve snarled out, jostling you a bit in his lap as his arm tightened around you, probably unconsciously at this moment because his anger was starting to roll from him.

“You're severely misjudging the Council Rogers, and although your opinions of us are not unknown, I say you best be watching what you say. You originally were for it, and we're still doing good for everyone, even if it's behind the scenes. Just because you and your Wolf got all tripped up saving a bitch in distress and breaking the Law.”

You felt Steve surge behind you, but you were quicker this time, your Little Wolf raging enough that your eyes flashed yellow barely containing her now. “You are in the Alphas house Senator, shut your fucking mouth if you cant be civil!” you snapped out, looming over the seated man when you pulled out of Steve’s hold. He went to stand, and you pushed him back to sit on the couch, Judy next to him giving a yelp in surprise, and you snarled at her enough for her to pull back into Ross. You turned into Tony next, who threw up his hands in surrender. “Stark I like you, you helped Steve and I when we needed it most. But how dare you bring this man to our home.” Your hand waved over Ross.

“Y/N, I'm sorry… “ Tony started genuinely but you cut him off, turning towards Ross, your anger still on the surface. You felt Steve move up behind you, but he never tried stopping you.

“And You,” you inhaled deeply and growled as you exhaled. “You left us there to be tortured and abused. You left Pierce out of control, for what? More evidence? Know how many times Pierce tried to sell me off? Do you want the details of how that happens? I can fucking show you for your files. I know you saw his wall of skins. How many you think he did that to while your precious fucking council was waiting? You know how many he skinned alive?” At this Steve rested his hands on your shoulder, angry tears welling up that you wiped away furiously before continuing. “I remember every single one of them begging for mercy, their howls and screams. It will never go away.” All three of them listened while horror crossed their faces. “Steve, listened to the bare minimum of it all and knew it couldn't continue. So don't ever, EVER come here again trying to accuse the Alpha of anything other than saving the rest of our lives.” You took a deep breath, and your glare fell on your last victim. Judy saw you snap towards her, and she shrunk into the cushions, her hands shaking a bit as she dropped her head to look away from you. “And you know that I'm with Alpha, bite or not. All the neck flashing and bare minimum presenting yourself as a possible mate does nothing but make you look like a fool Woman. I'm assuming you think you're going places working for Ross. Sweetheart, find a new Alpha to work for.” You could feel yourself getting closer to losing control and you straightened, your back slamming into Steve just behind you, and his hands tightened on your hips to steady you.

“I think my Little One said everything she needed to Ross. Leave, get off my pack’s land and don't ever show your face here again, you are not welcome.” Steve said quietly, the tone dripping with anger and a threat.

“Now Rogers…” Ross tried again to make his point across while Tony and Sharon both went to stand and remove themselves. Steve roared out from behind you, and you hitched your chin up in your resolve. “NOW!” From outside came threatening howls from around the cabin, a clear sign that they were no longer welcome, and Ross snapped to a stand, straightening his jacket.

“We're leaving, but mark my words Rogers this isn't over. There's the matter of your missing pack mates. Know where your trusted White Wolf is?” Ross snarled, and Steve started to make a move to lunge at Ross when Tony started to push them out.

“Were going Steve, Y/N, Pepper says hi.” Tony shoved them both out the doors, and from the glance you saw, several wolves were lounging in front of your cabin, Sam being right on the stairs and Sara just below him. Sam remained impassive, just his ears perking at the opening of the door. Sara though rolled her muzzle to flash her fangs at the trio descending the stairs.

Sam followed them down with Sara pacing right along with him, all three hurried to their parked vehicle as other wolves followed along. Several other packmates flowed silently into the treeline bordering the road that would lead them off the grounds.

As the vehicle sped, they were followed with howls all along the driveway, going for several miles, keeping track of where the intruders were. You and Steve remained listening, relaxing a little more the further they got. Steve's hold was loose around you and his head dropped to nip kisses against your neck, breathing in against you while you and the Little Wolf listened with perked ears until Sam and Sara both announced with their own howl the threat was gone. You sagged in against his chest, for a moment and tipped your head back to look up at him.

“I could have ripped his throat out.” You rumbled, and Steve looked down with a slight amused look on his face when he rubbed your stomach under your shirt, feeling yourself clench under his hands.

“I know Little One, apparently they lit a fire in you.” A hand wrapped around your neck to slip up to your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he could drag teeth along your neck and followed by the soft warmth of his tongue. Your adrenaline was quickly shifting from anger to lust and desire. “Seeing you get protective was fucking hot Little One. I could fuck you so hard right now.” He bared his teeth against your wayward pulse. Everything about Steve screamed danger for others, for you it was exhilarating, the slight squeeze on your neck left you whimpering as you clenched your thighs together. “Get in our bed Little One, now.” He released you and you spun to face him, grasping his face to lick over his lips and biting that bottom one with a tug while his hand snapped sharply across your ass to send you on your way inside.

Steve followed you in and watched you disappear down the hallway before he turned to lock the front door. Gritting his teeth as he leaned his forehead, feeling the Wolf shift through him with hunger for you, he was already rock hard when you lit right into Ross, Tony and Judy. Now the need to claim you was overriding all his other desires for you. Snapping back from the door, he stalked down the hallway, his nose lifted to follow your scent. Which built a hunger in his lower gut.

He was raging hard, everything said that you ached, wet heat for him to get lost in. And when he stopped in the doorway, he saw you kneeling in the middle of the bed, arching yourself while your hands traveled to your back to unclasp your bra. Steve didn't even give you a chance.

He couldn't help it, he was on you, his hands pulling you in closer to the edge, and a snap of his fingers against your back and sliding his hand around your ribs, he pulled the bra off your front to sharply inhale, catching the sight of you blinking up at him with those wide eyes shimmering back and forth between you and the Little Wolf. Hands moving to cup your breasts, thumbs flickering over the round pebbled tips while descending to claim your mouth, riding you down till you were smothered underneath him on the bed, caging you effectively underneath him. “Fuck you drive me wild Little One.”

You could feel his teeth sink into your shoulder to keep you still and make you hiss out “Isn’t that my job?” which made Steve bite just a bit harder and make you growl while arching just a bit. Your hands fisted in the soft cotton of his tee and started to shred it till you could pull it away while his hands had your hips pinned in place, slotting a knee in between your spread thighs to grind the hard muscle into your cunt, which had your jolting underneath him.

Once you got rid of his shirt, yanking the last of what was left over his head that he had to lift himself away from where he was marking you, you rubbed your aching cunt against his thigh again, dragging your nails down his muscled back while arching underneath him, seeking out that friction of his body against yours.

Steve’s hand snaked once more around your neck, slamming you back into the pillows so he could look down at you, panting as inhaling you wasn't enough, he wanted to taste you, breath you in and get lost in the intoxication that made up you. “Flip over, to your knees Little One.” Leaning over you and brushing his lips against yours while you gave kitten licks to his lips, opening to let his tongue fill your mouth in a hungry kiss for one another. Steve couldn't contain the snarl of need erupting from him, the twitch of his cock constrained in tight jeans. Your nails dug into his back, dragging down while digging in, maring the spanse of his back in deep red welts. You gasped out when he moved down to suck his mark on your neck. “Steve, you gotta let me move.” you chuckled, pointing out the obvious. Steve had you effectively captured underneath him.

The Alpha gave a warning nip to your pulse before pulling away, smirking down at you. “Sassy Little Wolf.” His palms slapped against your ass cheeks, digging his fingers in and pushing you off his knee. “One more time, flip over and let me see just how wet and needy you are Little One.” Steve commanded, and pulled back while you twisted to your stomach, his hands sliding along your sides, and grasping your layers remaining to jerk them down over your ass and off your legs.

Finishing with unbuckling his belt and sliding pants down while your ass swung back and forth to get yourself in position for your Alpha, breathing out deeply while dropping your head to the mattress. You could hear his hungry groan as he moved in behind you, his hands cupping the soft globes, spreading them so nothing was possibly hidden from him. You sighed feeling the cool air brush against your heated swollen cunt, and snuck a peek over your shoulder to see Steve biting on his lip, his eyes hungry while his cock pressed against the lower part of his stomach, dripping from his own desires. A finger trailed along your weeping cunt, sliding so easily into your channel, even when you tightened around him, dropping your head against the mattress once more with a pleading whimper. “Alpha please.”

Steve stroked your fluttering and clutching walls, his finger slick with your want, and he easily stretched you open with another finger. His other hand smoothed up your back, and grasped the back of your neck, long fingers grasping around the column and dragging you up so that you were leaning on your elbow, your head tipped back to look up.

“So pretty for me my Little One, taking my fingers so good.” He gave a stroke against the soft spongy spot that made you clench around him, breathing in deeply as he dropped his forehead against the center of your back, breathing out to keep himself under control as his muscles rippled under taunt skin. You started whimpering and mewling whenever his calloused fingertips sunk back into you, snapping your back while pushing back to meet his movements. “Your Alpha is going to fill you up, leave you dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Fuck you wanted that, wanted him so hard and deep in you that you would ache moving the next day, that his claim would be all over your skin, bruises from his mouth, and his seed rubbed in till it was all you could scent, leaving you dripping with need. “Please Alpha, make me yours.” you panted, and started clenching around his fingers, the coils in your belly threatening to snap. Twisting your head to muffle into the mattress, you started crying out and curling your toes while Steve started to run his tongue up your back till his chest was draped over your back, nuzzling the back of your neck with soft growls while pressing his words into your soft skin with kisses and sharp nips.

“Come on my fingers and I will give it to you.” tilting his head and sinking his teeth in enough to hold you still while you let go, his fingers dragging out your orgasm until you wanted to sink into the bed in bliss. “Nu uh uh, Little One.” Steve removed his fingers from your clenching core to hold your hip up, pushing up to take the weight off your back. “Im not done with you yet.” He assured you while you dragged in deep breaths and gave a nod. “That's my good girl, my perfect Little One.” Grasping his base, he dragged his swollen weeping cocks head through your swollen folds, tapping against your clit to make you jolt while he pressed against your entrance. Tight as you were, when he started to press into you, he was able to slide right in, burying himself to the hilt, and you flexed around him with your own groan underneath him, biting against a pillow to muffle yourself. Steve's hand moved to press against your stomach, feeling himself thrust into you, a jolt of his hips rocking you.

“Fuck Little One.” He growled and you pushed to your elbows, flexing yourself around him. A few shallow strokes went faster and harder, his hands holding your hips in place to keep him from driving you into the mattress. Steve felt so heavy and full in you and around you, it was taking your willpower to keep from falling apart feel each demanding thrust into you, but you met him back, your hands digging into the sheets and your head tipped back to get lost in the sensation of Steve claiming your body, every hitting thrust into your cunt breaking down those walls of doubt just a bit more. There wasn't going to be anyone you could want like this, except for Steve. Even now in the midst of taking you as his, he was still taking care of you, above you was him grunting out praises in how good you were to him, a hand dipped in between your legs, and rolled your clit to bring you maximum pleasure.

In the midst of this, the need to belong to him flooded you. More then the endorphins sex brought, but genuine resolve that you were ready for it, all that belonging to the Alpha would bring. You couldn't imagine not being here with Steve, and not just these moments, but all of them. The good and bad, you would remain at his side should he want you, and you wanted his immense strength to lean on as well. You finally managed to gasp out from the pleasured haze “Steve, Do it… Claim me, make me yours.”

Steve faltered over you, his hand flexing on your hips when he thought he heard you tell him to give you the bite, to officially claim you as his own. He clenched his jaw to keep from sinking a hold into you. It was a struggle for a second to keep the Alpha from taking over, he collapsed over you, pressing you down into the mattress, and hissing against your shoulder. “Little One, you want the bite?” His tongue dragged over your ear while you whimpered underneath him, nodding while twisting your head to the side to see him.

“I'm ready Steve, I know Im yours.” You whispered, Steve’s gaze scanned you, from your swollen kissed lips from earlier to fluttering eyelids, but your eyes kept contact with his, nodding again to affirm that is what you wanted with him. Pushing up to his hands, he placed a deep kiss to the crook of your neck with a deep inhale against you, committing your scent of sweet honeysuckle and arousal to memory. A scent he would never get tired of. Pulling back further he eased his aching cock from you, leaving you lifting your head in question, a slight panic in your voice that he was leaving you. “Steve-”

“It's okay, Little One, turn around. I want us to do this together.” His hands smoothed over your hips, and along the scars on your back till his hands folded over your shoulders and eased you back to kneel, your back pressing against your chest. “I got you Little One.” He nuzzled against your neck where he always favored, ever since he was first with you. Flicks of his tongue and press of his lips made your racing heart start to ease.

Reaching behind you to press your fingers through his hair at the back of his head and tug on it to lift him from your neck. You hum gently while easing around to face Steve and cup his face in your hands to crash your lips to his, gliding tongues and teeth. You both tilted into the kiss to deepen it while Steve rode you to your back, his hands planted on each side of your head and his mouth traveled to the corner of your mouth to your jawline, a nudge of his nose had you tilting your head to the side so he could drag his tongue over your pulse and leaving his scent on you. “You sure this is what you want Little One?” He growled, and you squirm underneath him to wrap your legs around his waist with a nod.

“I- We have never been more sure of anything before Steve.” you whispered and when he lifted his head to meet your eyes, you tilted your nose up to bump against his, your fingers remaining tangled in his hair. “I love you and want everyone to know it.” Your fingers slid down his neck and rubbed against his shoulders before gliding along his biceps.

“I love you to Little One.” he shifted to one arm to grasp your hand, weaving his fingers with yours, then to the other with the same action. Steve eased himself forward to slide back into you, feeling you gasp and arch underneath him feeling him thick and full inside of you, the slow roll of his hips, dragging him back and forth. “Fuck Alpha…” You buried your face in against his arm as you rolled back to meet him. “What should I expect?” you whimper, flexing your fingers against his.

Steve nipped lightly against your neck and you tipped your head back for him. He growled softly while lapping at your skin, rolling once more to fill you, press deeper to connect you two. “A complete connection Little One, we will feel one another with strong emotions even when we're apart.” another nip, and another sigh as your nerves flared with anticipation. “We won't have to be shifted for our wolves to be together.” Another promising nip and ghosting of lips against the hollow of your neck, sucking a mark there as he sped up his hips, grunting as he held back the desire to cum inside of you at that moment. “Are you ready for that Little One?” Steve asked, not willing to go through with it if you were having second thoughts.

You were overwhelmed with love for the man claiming you, and you tightened around him, drawing him in closer. With his barely held control, it made him growl with his next thrust. “Mark me Steve Rogers.” A flash of your neck made his eyes flare yellow in the moment, and he dropped to scent against your neck.

When he found the spot he wanted, one that was his favorite place to bury his face into because it was soft and warm, everything you were in his life, his tongue soothed over it, and a soft growl to prepare you rolled through his chest before his teeth laid claim, breaking through your skin. You immediately arched into him, curling yourself around his body with a pleasured scream. It left your Little Wolf howling while you came from the intense pleasure, and his body surged forward to keep your orgasm rolling through you in waves. It felt like fire and ice burned from your clenching core, and laced your body with licks of contrast, making you wither and hold onto Steve more. You sought out Steve's firmness to keep from losing yourself, and your head buried in against his shoulder, breaking a pleasured sob into the muscle. His hand broke from yours and cupped the back of your head, each surge rocking you into your mate. The urge to return the bite overcame you, and on his shoulder you laid your own mark, which sent Steve spiraling over the edge. His hips started to stutter to a stop while he buried his seed into you, groaning as he sunk over you.

The explosion in your mind was another pleasure all its own, leaving you seeing spots in your vision even when you had your eyes screwed shut and your hand not pinned down with his hand, was wrapped around Steve’s side, clutching yourself to him till there wasn't any space between both of your sex blissed bodies.

Your Little Wolf was tentative in the new connection you and Steve shared, lowering to her belly waiting to see if the Alpha would come, and sure enough the silver Alpha nudged against her, the Little Wolf rolling and nipping under his chin while rubbing against him with excited whines and yips.

You could feel him, not in the same way you felt your own Little Wolf, but the sensation was thrilling. Steve was the first to let go, gentle with a rub of his hand along your hip and a soothing caress of his tongue against your broken skin to clean off the blood the bite brought. He groaned at the warm iron taste. You unclench your jaw and let go as well, placing a kiss against the mark while sliding your hand up and down his back gently which was still rippling under your fingertips, tracing the marks you left on him gently. “I can feel your wolf Steve.” you whisper in his ear, and Steve lifted his chest off yours, tucking himself up on his elbows, his hands cupping your face, and thumbs gliding over your cheeks, smiling down at you.

“I feel her to Y/N, she's as much a part of me as he is of you.” Tipping his head to catch your lips, he circled an arm around your waist while pulling up, bringing you with him till you were straddled against his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck to stay in place. Steve couldn't stop his hands from gliding over your curves, the smooth skin along your lower back and over the swell of your hips and down along your thighs. You tentatively touch your neck, feeling the raised heated skin from where Steve bit you, your fingertips tracing the indents where his teeth sunk in. “Do you want to go see it YN?” Steve asked as he grasped your hips, ready to ease you off him now that he was no longer knotted in you, and was safe for you to move.

“Yea, I want to see it, this is the first bite that was my choice, I want to admire it.” You gave a shy grin, and Steve felt a burst of satisfaction in his chest. You were so happy in this moment, and he was effectively feeling it as well. Easing you off his lap and you tumbled out of the bed, to approach the dresser mirror, lifting your hair back to see where Steve claimed you as his.

In the mirror, Steve could see your face break into a smile, placing your palm over it. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and you twisted on your toes to approach him. Spreading his thighs for you to step through, he let his hands slide up the back of your thighs while your own fingers slid through his hair and down till your palms pressed against the underside of his jaw, tilting his face to look up at you. “Thank you for choosing me Alpha.”

Steve's fingers dug into the back of your thighs. “I would choose you again and again my Omega.” for the first time, he labeled you as his other half, the omega wolf to his alpha wolf. In the connection, you both could hear your wolves singing your bonding song.

“Oh it's going excellent, the asset was well worth the wait.” Brock smirked into the phone as he looked in the large cell used to contain their weapon. “Hold on, I will show you how efficient he is.” Turning the phone around, he tilted the phone so the camera could face into the cell, and he barked out an order. “Go get that Stark man… the one they call Happy. Let the Winter Wolf have some fun with him.” Quickly the hydra agent he ordered went to collect their victim while Brock continued to speak into the phone. “It took a while to break him in but once we did, we unleashed a killer. I had no idea he even had it in him, and makes me wonder now if Rogers has that in him as well. They were trained in the same unit.” Brock heard the scuffle of footsteps behind him, and he swung open the cell door to shove Happy inside, sending him spiraling against the cement floor. With a clang, the door slammed shut and Happy pushed himself off the dirty ground, looking for any way to get out.

“Rumlow, you know this is foolish, Tony will never let this go.” he grunted as he turned towards the bars. Rumlow crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked coldly.

“You think Stark scares me any? Bigger picture Happy. Tony is nothing, an Alpha coming to the end of his time. Along with all the other packs across the country. That council shit they all live by will be brought down.”

“Your fucking crazy Brock, I always knew it.” Happy growled softly, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. “Steve was right to take over your Pack.”

Brock gave a laugh, banging on the bars to make Happy jump. “Rogers, don't worry I have something just for him. Right now your time is up.” He backed up a bit and re-directed the camera. “Let the asset out.”

There was a clank behind Happy, and he spun around, reaching up to tug at the collar preventing him being able to shift. Fear flooded him with a sour bitter taste in his mouth, cause he could sense the danger coming for him, still hidden in the shadows. Happy’s Wolf was chained, but his fear made him struggle against the magic binding him with panicked whimpers, while Happy tried his best to see where the attack would come from. A loud snarl echoed from the room and Happy backed into a corner, trying to get as far away as possible now, giving his own warning to stay back. “Get back!” he panted in panic, still now knowing exactly where the beast would be coming from. The large White Wolf padded out, his yellow eyes honed in on Happy while licking his jaws with a bright pink roll of his tongue. “Bucky, fuck we know each other.” Happy tried pleading. Brock behind him burst into a laugh, remarking. “That isn't Bucky, not anymore.” The White Wolf flickered his ears back and forth, studying the quivering man before him and Brock’s almost bored tone filled the silence. “Ubiystvo” Kill.

It all happened so fast, just enough time for Happy to throw up his hands to try to block his throat, and a streak of white became a mauling set of jaws and rage filled snarls rose over Happy's screams while it tore into him, teeth cutting into flesh and snapping through bones. Within seconds the White Wolf got to his throat and gave a whiplashing shake of his victim, crashing his body against the bars, Happy went limp and dropped to the ground as blood flooded pristine white fur, and red seeped to pool around the wolf’s paws. Brock couldn't help the grin plastered on his face, the wolf before him waited for directions. “You can go back now. Get!” and with that, the White Wolf turned and retreated back to where he came from.

Someone spoke on the phone, and Brock brought it back up to his ear.

“Oh yes, he will be in the field any day now. We just have to affirm his trigger words and Soldat will be ready for use.”

It was several days after Steve had given you the bite, your fingers unconsciously slipped along the fresh healing mark while you sat outside around the fire with other members of the pack later in the evening. The bite had ended up sending you into a heat which Steve kept you sated till finally you both came up for air days later, deciding that it was best to let the rest of the pack know you two were actually still alive. Sara gave a knowing grin before she brought her beer bottle to her mouth to drink and once you settled down next to her, she handed one over to you. “Welcome to the Pack, officially now Y/N.” She said and laughed softly while throwing her arm around your shoulder when you sputtered on your beer bottle, glaring at her. Your eyes glanced across the fire at Steve while he wandered around, catching up on what's been going on since the two of you had been locked up in the cabin together.

“Thanks Sara, it was time. I know this is home, and I don’t have any desire to be anywhere else.” You took another swig while Steve from across the large bonfire seemed to catch a scent, tilting his head while talking to some of the logging crew. His eyes roved over the crowd till they fell on you through the flames crackling between them, and Steve smiled to himself before he turned back to his packmates.

“I will see you all up there in the morning, first thing.” he excused himself from the small group and wandered slowly around the fire, talking to a few others till he reached You and Sara.

“Ladies…” He greeted on the sly, pulling you up out of the chair and falling into it to pull you in his lap.

“Alpha, been a while.” Sara said slyly while Sam came up behind her, plucking her beer bottle from her hand and taking a swig from it.

“Now Baby, be nice. This is still the honeymoon stage.” Sam teased and Steve tightened his hold a bit, shaking his head at your friends.

“Weren't you just telling me a couple days ago that it just gets better?” Steve asked, and Sara tilted her head back to look up at Sam.

“Aww, you really say that? Someones getting lucky later.” Sara sprang up and wrapped her arm around Sam's neck, nipping at his chin playfully. Steve turned his attention back to you, his chin brushing along your neck where he left his mark, pride swelling up that now everyone could see you were officially his. He was content, feeling your Little Wolf so close to the Alpha in this new bond. You purred softly feeling the brush of his beard and tilted your head with your eyes closed, enjoying the sensation he was making along your skin.

Your fingers danced up his arm, over his shoulder and cupped the back of his neck, nuzzling back into the crook, cuddling up against him. You could feel your Little Wolf sigh in content in this moment, her muzzle stretched over the Alphas back. Her ears flickered back and forth feeling you stir in your mind.

You snicker against Steve's neck listening to her. I know what it feels like.

<I just wanted to be sure, because Im not letting this go anytime soon.> She curled up closer to her Alpha, who lifted his head to check on her before settling back down.

Neither am I.

“What are you and the Little Wolf discussing?” Steve asked against your ear, and you lifted your head to smile at him.

“About how happy we are Alpha.” you cupped his face and nipped at his lips, letting your forehead press against his. “That this was the best choice I’ve ever made for myself.”

His hands were heavy when they pressed against the small of your back, making you arch into him, the fire crackling before you, the pack all around you… Steve had to admit, he was pretty fucking happy to.

The End 🐺

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mostlycompetentwriter · 5 years

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I Am You- Chapter 6

Pairing: OC x Bang Chan x Jisung x Changbin

Genre: Romantic Fantasy

Warnings: Smut!

Previous Chapters: (chapter 1), (chapter 2), (chapter 3), (chapter 4), (chapter 5)

Note: Sorry for the late update. I’m working on multiple things right now!

NCT finally left after securing our alliance, and I was feeling down without Lila around.

Amelia was far worse, lamenting the loss of her sister to anyone who was nearby. Hyunjin usually took the brunt of her tirades, listening with admirable patience. As for me, well I complained to my mates whenever they would listen because that was supposed to be part of their job description. Which is why I thoroughly voiced my complaints whenever it seemed like they were trying to tune me out.

Meanwhile, I was finally able to start walking again, but freedom came with a price and one of my mates was always lingering, watching me from afar. I started working in the kitchens again, grateful to return to something I felt passionate about in addition to my artwork. Life was resuming back to normal in the pack, a new alliance cause enough for celebration.

I even managed to talk Jisung out of his pants in the midst of the festivities. It was some of the best sex I’d ever experienced, leaving me breathless and aching in the places that had started to gather dust while I was still on the shelf. But I also knew complete normalcy would take a while, especially for Changbin who had actually been present to witness my gruesome injury.

Unfortunately, like all good things in life, the lighthearted moods soon came to an end when one of our border patrols returned to camp reporting suspicious scents. Chan, as head alpha, took the threats seriously, immediately going to investigate. Unsurprisingly, Changbin was already calling for blood before the situation had even been fully assessed.

My alpha mates rarely argued. In fact, I could only recall one real instance of a fight that had almost resulted in violence. It was almost bad enough to break apart the pack before we had even started:

Six Months Ago:

Jisung was always more talkative after a good orgasm, especially when said ecstasy came courtesy of one of my coveted blow jobs. I was pressed into Jisung’s side, head resting on his chest as I listened to his heartbeat gradually slow to its normal gentle thud. “Have you talked to Chan about moving the new pack?”

Jisung and Changbin had originally claimed the rights to a nice patch of land along the eastern border, but after some more scouting from Felix and Minho, they decided to try somewhere further down the river. Personally, I liked the riverside land better because it was closer to the mountains.

In response, Jisung grunted, carding his fingers through my hair. “Chan will agree with us. The new land has more prey.”

“How tempting,” I teased him. “Can we start moving in?”

Jisung chuckled. “Don’t be impatient, princess. We still haven’t decided on head alpha yet.”

“I thought you would just do it,” I said indifferently because it didn’t really seem like a big deal to me, but that was my first mistake.

Jisung tensed at my side. “It was my idea,” he grumbled, a faint growl underlying his tone.

I hesitated to speak any further on the subject, but I was concerned that my mates were having problems deciding who would lead our pack. “Is something wrong?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, leaving no room for further inquiry. Instead, he distracted me with a kiss.

Present:

And now, my three alphas were on edge again, disagreeing with one another on just about everything involving the potential threat. Changbin wanted to follow the scents and lead a preemptive attack while Chan insisted we should investigate first and try diplomacy. Meanwhile, Jisung wanted to call our new NCT allies back to fortify the camp, defending his belief that we required “strength in numbers.”

Of course, I was caught in the middle. The three boys currently hated one another and they didn’t want to share me at all. Changbin, being so much more in-sync with his wolf, was the worst, insisting I stay with him every night because he was, and I quote, “the only one competent enough to protect me.”

However, staying with Changbin at night only made things worse as I predicted they would. During the day, my mates would often corner me alone, scenting me so heavily that I grew light-headed. They were obviously trying to leave their mark on me, trying to outdo one another in this tedious argument they were stubbornly insisting on furthering. Nothing was being solved, and that only meant our pack was in constant danger from the potential threat at our borderlines.

The tension finally spilled over one afternoon after I had left the pack to have a good run in the woods. I was feeling restless, especially as the entire pack remained on edge with the threats. I always found exercising to be relieving in a lot of different capacities, but I had also made a promise to myself to shift more often. I didn’t set out to worry anyone, which is why I was surprised to start feeling distress pulling at the edges of my mating bond. My wolf let out a whine as I turned back to camp, tasting the air and wondering if we were being attacked.

An invisible rope was tugging on my heart, urging me to return to camp, so I obeyed it, especially as it started to escalate my steadily pounding pulse. I trotted at a faster pace, slightly cautious in case something bad had happened while I was gone. Everything seemed perfectly normal this morning, and I vaguely recalled eating breakfast with Chan while trying to ignore the envious glares being sent in our direction from Jisung and Changbin.

I hated it when my mates got competitive with one another as if my attention was a prize to be won. Lately, the three had been worse than usual, constantly looking to rile up the others with taunts and insults. Honestly, it would probably surprise anyone to hear that the three of them were supposedly best friends.

A loud, threatening growl startled me into a sprint, racing down the mountainside to reach camp. Because I knew who that growl belonged to and Changbin wasn’t afraid to bare his teeth when he was angry. I skidded to a halt outside the perimeter of the main courtyard, eyes widening in surprise when I saw Changbin and Chan engaged in a vicious staredown, pacing around one another as if seeking an opening to attack.

Jisung was still in his human form, looking quite frazzled as he attempted to pacify the two bigger wolves. Meanwhile, our other packmates looked on with trepidation. “What’s going on here?” I demanded, shifting pack to human form so that I could question Jisung.

“Myah!”

I braced myself as Jisung gathered me into his arms, holding me above ground as he buried his nose into my scent gland. His grip was unrelenting, and I could feel his fear through our mating bond. “What’s wrong?” I asked. However, before Jisung could answer, Changbin had broken his confrontation with Chan to intercede, letting out a growl which Jisung heeded, giving Changbin space to push his head against my side. “You’re too strong,” I reprimanded him, trying to push his giant head away to give myself more space. Instead, I found myself overwhelmed, falling onto my backside with an unattractive squeak that would normally lead to some sort of teasing from Jisung.

However, nothing was funny about this situation, especially when Chan’s wolf decided to read Changbin’s actions as aggressive. He came to my defense, knocking Changbin away with a threatening snarl, taking an unexpected protective stance in front of me, blocking me from everyone else’s view. “Channie,” I winced, feeling the soreness start to spread up my tailbone.

But Chan wasn’t listening to me. Instead, he was completely focused on Changbin, mirroring his threatening posture, haunches raised and teeth bared. I was completely helpless, stunned into silence while my two alpha mates continued to search for the perfect opening to attack. Meanwhile, Jisung was still trying to play peacekeeper, holding out his hands to show his surrender. “Chan,” he tried, “this isn’t really the best time to fight with Changbin.” Chan’s giant silver-haired wolf snapped in Jisung’s direction and I watched my mate roll his eyes. “You’re supposed to be the mature one!”

“Why are they like this?” I asked Jisung, slowly rising to my feet despite the flaring pain from my unexpected fall.

“We couldn’t find you this morning,” Jisung pouted. “Changbin blamed Chan because he was the last one to see you. I didn’t think it would escalate so fast.”

“This is irresponsible,” I snapped, reaching out to dig my fingers into Chan’s side. “Stop it, Chan! I’m being serious.”Chan’s wolf turned to look at me, a message to stay back clearly illuminated in the brilliant flecks of his irises. “You’re supposed to be the leader! Why don’t you act like it?”

Chan let out a whine as he gently nudged his head against me. “Lay off, Changbin,” Jisung growled from somewhere to my right.

“Can I talk to you, please?” I asked Chan. “As a human?”

Chan’s look could only be described as chastened once he started to shift back, palish skin replacing his silvery-colored fur. He immediately wrapped me into his arms, one hand buried in my hair as he forced his nose against my scent gland. “You scared me.”

“And you scared me,” I retorted, glaring over his shoulder at Changbin whom must have also shifted back at some point. However, unlike Chan, Changbin seemed completely unapologetic, rage still darkening his features.

“Where were you this morning?”

“I went for a walk.”

“By yourself? When there are rogue wolves wandering our borderlines?”

I huffed at Changbin’s attitude, wrestling free from Chan’s unrelenting grip so that I could face my furious mate. “I don’t need permission.”

“No, but you could have at least given us some courtesy,” Changbin argued, folding his arms in a way that told me he was closing himself off, completely set on whatever wrongdoing he had decided I committed.

“I’m sorry,” I offered, hoping to appease everyone, especially since several of our packmates still loitered around, despite Jisung’s command for them to return to their assignments. “But the two of you shouldn’t be fighting.”

“This isn’t something we should have to worry about,” Changbin continued. “But Chan doesn’t seem to understand the gravity of our situation. Our lead alpha has grown soft.”

Chan let out a little growl as he pushed me behind him. “I’m doing the best I can. We don’t know anything about these wolves.”

“Exactly,” Changbin grunted. “We shouldn’t underestimate them.”

“And I’m not,” Chan insisted. “I already agreed with Jisung’s plan to call back NCT for reinforcements.”

“It’s not enough,” Changbin snarled. “We should put that numbers advantage to good use.”

“By slaughtering rogue wolves who are likely just passing through the territory?”

“And what if they aren’t? How do you know they won’t attack?”

“I don’t know! But neither do you.”

“How would you feel if one of them attacked Myah?” Changbin challenged and a chilling silence fell over the four of us.

“Are you saying I would put my mate in danger?” Chan eventually asked as he took a step forward in Changbin’s direction.

Changbin held his ground. “She’s my mate too and that’s why I’ve done everything in my power to make sure she stays safe. I let her out of my sight this morning, entrusting her to your care, and she goes missing! While rogue wolves are sniffing around our borders!” Changbin snarled as his eyes flashed a dangerous red. “You better handle the attacks before I have to intervene.”

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NCT arrived the very next morning, and I chose to stay in bed in an attempt to appease my mates who had been far too unpredictable since their unexpected confrontation from the previous morning. Amelia somehow managed to sneak into my room, talking animatedly about the impressive size of the NCT pack. “There’s so many of them!” she said. “They easily outnumber our pack.”

“I bet Chan isn’t happy about that,” I said, half-heartedly swirling the contents of my glass. The orange juice seemed rather unappealing.

“Of course not,” Amelia said. “But neither is Changbin.”

“Changbin won’t be satisfied until we’re somehow living in recluse from the rest of society.”

“Is that what he’s told you?”

I smirked. “Did Lila come with them?”

“Haechan made her stay behind, but you can’t really blame him. It’s not like they’re coming here for a vacation.”

“Have they been out on patrol yet?”

“Chan’s organized one for tonight. Apparently, he’s letting Changbin lead.”

“That’s hard to believe,” I scoffed. “They haven’t agreed on much lately.”

“Hyunjin thinks it’s just some passing rogues,” Amelia said. “They’ll probably move on in the next day or so.”

“They haven’t initiated any sort of aggressive action,” I agreed. “I hope their scents fade so the pack can settle back down.”

“So your mates can get along again?” Amelia teased. “I haven’t seen them this angry since Chan became head alpha.”

I shivered as I recalled the distant memory. “I thought we were going to lose Changbin.”

“Lose him?” Amelia questioned. “What do you mean?”

It was all too easy to remember:

Six Months Ago:

“Where are you going, angel?” Changbin purred as his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me back against his naked chest to halt my efforts in escaping.

I winced because the truth would likely only set off another angry tirade, a frequent occurrence these days. Changbin had been especially moody lately, ever since Chan and Jisung decided our new head alpha would fall to one of them. Chan had argued that Changbin was too quick-tempered to be a leader while Jisung claimed Changbin acted quite irrationally when it came to protecting those he cared about. “I’m meeting with my parents.”

“Today?” Changbin whined, nose finding its way to my scent gland. “I’ll come with you.”

So much for lying. But my attempt was not in vain because if Changbin heard I was meeting Chan and Jisung later, he’d likely hold me hostage in his bedroom just to spite the other alphas. Or, worse yet, insist he come along to the meeting and that would not be in anyone’s best interest. “Changbin,” I tried instead, hitching one leg over his hip. “Remember what happened the last time you met my parents?”

Changbin grunted as I laved my tongue across his pulse point. “What?”

I grinned, feeling his cock heavy against my thigh. “You asked my father for his permission to take me from his pack.”

“Did I?”

I pressed a delicate kiss to the sensitive underside of his sharp jawline. “I don’t think my father liked the idea of you “taking” me anywhere.”

“It could've been worse.”

“You told my sister she should run away with her rogue boyfriend.”

“You should always follow your heart!”

I stifled a laugh as I gripped his cock hard. “Maybe I should handle my parents alone today.”

“Yeah,” Changbin replied breathily, eyes closed against the ministrations of my fingers smoothing up and down. He leaned in closer to press a sweet kiss against the side of my mouth, a stark contradiction to his next words: “But I want to fuck you first.”

I was more than willing to agree.

I only wished later in hindsight that I had been honest with him from the start.

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Jisung was feeling extra affectionate that afternoon, crowding me onto his lap as he nuzzled the back of my neck, inhaling my scent. Meanwhile, Chan was impatiently trying to organize our pack members, several straggling in at the last minute. “This is an important decision,” Chan scolded Jeongin, the younger wolf whimpering as he passively accepted my alpha’s sharp words.

“Don’t be mean to him,” I spoke through our mind-link, ignoring Chan’s low growl in response.

“Where’s Felix?”

“He said he might be late,” Jisung answered absent-mindedly, nipping at the edge of my ear. He was far calmer than Chan despite the circumstances of our pack’s summoning.

“Minho,” Chan growled. “Are you taking notes?”

“The meeting hasn’t started yet,” Minho grumped, frowning in Chan’s direction.

Chan looked at Minho incredulously, eyes narrowed, ready to undoubtedly reprimand the younger wolf. However, the abrupt sound of knocking at the door to the main room prevented more unnecessarily harsh words. “Finally,” Chan muttered, and I grinned as Jisung mocked his voice in my ear. At least one of my mates was proving why he would make a good leader.

“Changbin.”

I froze on Jisung’s lap, feeling the alpha beneath me tense considerably at the mention of the older wolf. Slowly, I glanced at the doorway, shivering when I saw Changbin and Felix standing shoulder to shoulder. Chan’s previous mask of hardened resolved had melted away, leaving behind an expression of shock that likely resembled Jisung’s.

“What’s going on?” Felix asked, confusion evident as he took in the frazzled states of our packmates.

“I guess I wasn’t invited,” Changbin said coldly, squaring up to Chan as he fixed the older with a fierce look. “Was I not gonna be apart of the vote?”

Felix glanced away sheepishly as if finally realizing his mistake. And Chan could only struggle for the right words as he found himself in a vulnerable position. But the most heartbreaking moment happened a beat later when Changbin met my gaze from across the room.

Disappointed.

Present:

“But Changbin obviously forgave you,” Amelia said, noticing the long pause in my story.

“I shouldn’t have lied to him,” I said, sighing as I reclined back against my bed.

“Everything worked out,” Amelia nodded, tilting her head to the side when a deep voice cleared from the other side of my bedroom door. “Who is it?”

Felix stuck his head inside, eyes wide as they moved back and forth between us. “Felix,” I sighed, “what do my mates want now?”

“NCT recognized their scents!”

Amelia sat up, leaning forward in her chair. “But what does that mean?”

Felix shifted anxiously. “Taeyong said the intruders are a group of former NCT pack members who left several months ago. They’re looking for new land.”

“NCT knows them?”

“There are five rogues,” Felix said, “but they’re trying to recruit more.” He cleared his throat, checking over his shoulder as if expecting someone to overhear. “We might have a war on our hands.”

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iphoenixrising · 5 years

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fam i hope one day you write that ensuing fight between possessive/pit alpha jay and dick who needs to take control of that sitch real quick

Aww fam! Yasss. Thank-you, babe

Here’s the thing: @satire-please and I discussed this fucking ask okay and I cannot, CAN. NOT. write just the fight one. Really, there’s two possible ways the scene after this could go.

Both are very interesting, so, this can be like a choose your own adventure. Pick the fight and fuck or the hurt/comfort. Either way.

For reference: Original Ask, How it came about ask, other Possessive!Jay thing.

How it could have happened:

The low growl rises in pitch just enough–

and the fight is on.

Tim makes some kind of noise, a shout rather than a whine, rising up on his knees the moment Jay’s weight left the bed. He wants to stand, to move, to get between them as fast as he fucking can, the vigilante skimming up his spine, hitting his system with adrenaline to prepare for the fight of his life.

But the Omega in him, sated and satisfied, realizes what’s happening here, and keeps him right there on his knees with rumpled sheets under him, naked and on display as the prize for the winner.

It makes those instincts take notice, to make his already overworked body ready against for the victor because the thought, the sight, the scents of two Alpha males ready to fight over him is doing things to his body he never thought possible (slick is already scenting the air, his thighs are trembling when Dick’s musk gets overpowering from across the room, and Jay is growling so low and dangerous and possessive).

His hands fist in the sheets unconsciously, panting while Dick and Jay circle one another, when the two side-eye him the second he shifts a leg almost off the bed.

“N-No–”

“We have to, Timmy,” is rumbly and low, a whole new tone he’s never, never heard Dick use before. “His Alpha won’t have it any other way.”

“We…we can stop him, just let me–”

“Don’t. Move!” Dick yells a second before he strikes.

And the next twenty minutes are a lesson in how far his patience can possibly stretch while he’s kneeling on the very edge of the bed, gripping the sheet in both fists against his chest, getting unbearably turned on regardless of the circumstance as his Alphas trade fast and furious blows, pull out elite fighting skills, speed and fucking power against one another.

Jay is brutal when he’s riding the Pit, not pulling any punches, using his height advantage with precision and power, counters when he knows all about Dick’s usual to counter more than usual.

Dick is less flare and more get it done, punctuating the point:

He’s the Pack Alpha, and the Omega is his first.

It’s a split moment when their Pack Alpha ducks under Jay’s defense with a blow that takes the bigger Alpha down on his knees, gives Dick enough time to pull the sedative he’d palmed, stepping around to hold one of Jay’s arms and push the plunger down with the other.

He’s going to get decked for the bruise and headache his second will sport in the morning, but tonight, no one is getting hurt, so the ice pack he’ll need in the morning will be completely worth it.

He gently eases Jay down to the floor, running his fingers through the white stripe of hair falling messily over those dazed eyes, the jade flecks fading before his eyes to be natural blue.

“I’m sorry, honey,” is soft between them, his thumb moving over the mating mark. “I’ll cuddle the hell out of you in the morning, I promise.”

There’s a noise, part-huff, part-sigh, Jay’s eyes sluggishly rolling up to meet Dick’s. His hand flops a little, flails a bit before he gets it right, fighting the drugs just to get a little–

“Sugar,” he rasps out, just enough strength left to pull Dickie down to ‘im and kiss him like they ain’t getting a tomorrow.

“Love you,” Dick whispers achingly against his mouth, catching his hand as he goes limp and the fast-acting drug takes effect and Jay is out.

He pulls off his sweatshirt, tucking it under Jay’s head when his sensitive nose picks it up, and slowly, slowly, turns back toward the bed.

Kneeling there, Tim is biting down on his lower lip, knees going a little weak holding his weight when Dick’s eyes take him in.

The low growl reverberates louder, registering over the blood rushing in his ears. He tries to fight the needy whimper working up through his chest by biting down harder.

It comes out anyway because dammit, damn these two, and how stupidly comfortable they’ve made him giving in to his instincts once-and-a-while–

The noise sets Dick off immediately since he’s already riding the Pack Alpha train, his movement across the room almost a blur.

He’s on Tim fast enough to make the Omega’s head spin, his mouth suddenly full of seeking Alpha tongue, and the sheet pretty much ripped out of his hands so those palms can touch him, trace him, torment him, can push him back, grip his neck, thumb his nipples into taunt peaks, slide between his legs to find him slick and ready and on the verge of fucking desperate, can work him even more to make sure he can take another knot.

Even though he’s already hoarse as fuck from Jay’s abrupt change to Pit-riding Alpha Male, he can still scream and cry while Dick pins him down and fucks inside, holding him hard enough to add to the bruises he’s going to be sporting tomorrow.

“Take it, Omega, take what I give you,” huffed against the nape of his neck while he sobs with overstimulation, not knowing if he can–

Spoiler alert: Dick’s knot makes his knees go out on him. and the palm rubbing soothingly over his bloated belly does not help at all.

The Alpha turns him on his side, holds him tightly while they wait out the knot and come down from the intensity of their instincts, and the aftermath of some mind-blowing sex.

They both stare at the unconscious Alpha still on the floor, watching the easy rise-and-fall of his chest until they finally separate.

His knees wobbly, Dick manages to climb off the bed with a pat to Tim’s sore ass and stagger close enough to heft Jay’s big body up in his arms.

Forcing some strength in his arms, Tim wiggles back and tugs up the sheet with one arm, accepting the younger Alpha with the other.

The three of them on the full bed was a squeeze, but Dick fits around any shape in existence so he literally engulfs them both in his arms. Those blue eyes are lidded while he talks to Tim over Jay’s shoulder, purrs to soothe them both, make Jay huff out in his sleep and slap a hand right on the cheek of Dick’s ass with a sharp snap.

Surprisingly awake after such a rough (but stirring) night, Tim dutifully recounts the fight and what set their Alpha Second off the proverbial rails.

He rolls his eyes when Dick sits up to lean over Jay’s hip and take in the finger-shaped bruises along his rib cage.

(C’mon. I get worse fighting The Riddler. And, you know, that guy.)

And nudges Jay over a little with one shoulder to roll on his back and let Dick give in to his Pack Alpha instincts and clean him up a little with a soft, damp cloth. He’d already waved away the offer of a bath because all of them are done for the night.

How it also could have happened (because sometimes I feel the need for angst. Spoiler: remember Dick and Jay were Alpha/Alpha before they found out Tim’s an Omega;)

“Oh…” Tim whimpers faintly when Dick slams into the safehouse, a whirlwind of where’s my Packmates? “Oh no.”

He’s already half gone, hoping Jay would come out of the Pit-haze with this last knotting session, but when their Pack Alpha’s musk hits the air, the arms around him lock down, force him down on the thick knot even harder.

The increased pressure makes a weak noise come out of his chest, and the following bite forcing a final orgasm over him, making the Omega’s eyes roll up in the back of his head, hands tighten on Jay’s restraining arms while he shakes apart.

He’s past the point of being able to scream again, just tangled up in the damn sheet and stuck on a knot that is literally pushing at the back of his throat.

“Pl-Please, Jay,” is a whimper because his thighs are shaking and fighting seems like a thing his knees probably won’t be able to handle right about now.

(He knows he’s that far gone after round…whatever because the hilarious image of Jay trying to fight their Pack Alpha with Tim literally stuck on his dick flashes through his brain pan while the press of the knot against his spot that makes his vision cloud over again.)

He gets a low, dangerous growl in reply, and an A for effort, but Dick is looking from him to Jay, eyes narrowing, the expression calculating, Nightwing making a plan.

“Nnngn! W-wait, he-he’s not–not hurting me, Dick, I promise,” he tries to stammer out, patting and stroking Jay’s tight forearms instead of gripping. “We just…need a little bit to work him down–”

“How many times has he knotted you, Timmy?” Because Dick’s eyes are sliding down his bare body again, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I…nngh, I’m not sure. Four, maybe?” But his chest stutters when Jay flexes his hips again, still pumping deep inside.

“Okay, okay, he’s got you nice and fucked out,” Dick’s voice goes from growly to calm just that fast. “I’m going to help talk him down before he hurts you, okay?”

“I don’t know–” is helplessly high-pitched because Jason leans in to latch on to his scent gland and suck. “W-we’ve never brought him out of it together before. I don’t know if I can-can get him calm while you’re here.”

But Dick’s eyes never lose that look, one that could mean fight or fuck. He was never sure which until the last possible second.

“Oh, I think we can do it, Pretty Bird,” and Dick’s voice gentles, his chest starting to rumble in a soft purr, “I think Jay just needs to remember who he belongs to. Nothing sudden, just a little reminder.”

And because Dick Grayson has seen the Pit’s influence before, because it’s Jay, because he’s a vigilante that has to make a plan, a vigilante that’s fought Jason Todd’s own demons more than once–

He knows how he needs to play it, and smiles softly before slowly tilting his head to the side, showing the long line of his throat, the subtle mating mark at the base.

“Jay, it’s me, honey. Just me.” He keeps it soft and low, purring lightly while his scent gets just a little stronger, his musk open and welcoming.

The Alpha stares at him over Tim’s shoulder, eyes narrowing, the growl ending in a soft huff.

“I know it’s hard to remember when you’re like this. It’s just all the Alpha in you trying to fight, to survive, to keep what’s yours.” Dick talks it out gently, turning slightly so he can stare at his mate’s eyes over their Omega’s shoulder. “But it’s okay, honey. I’m yours too, aren’t I?” And deliberately, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and leans forward on his hands. “Me and Timmy…we’re both yours, aren’t we?”

Those eye with too much jade blink at him, some of the tension from his shoulders easing down, coming to the realization he’s not going to have to fight for the Omega in his arms. He turns out of Tim’s neck, chin tilting up to scent the air again, to lock onto Dick’s musk.

“That’s it, Little Wing. Scent me, really scent me. If it takes you some time to remember me, us, then it’s okay. I’m not leaving you. Jason, I’m. Not. Leaving. You.” And it’s a gamble when he slowly lifts one hand, palm up, hoping Jay will reach for him, will remember how much he used to cling to Dick in the early days of their relationship, how he needed to obsessively check-in with Nightwing to make sure he was still up and moving.

(“Can’t lose ya now, Dickie. Not after I finally got cha ya where I want ya.”

“Honestly Jay, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than Gotham’s worst to keep me away. You know that, right?”)

And Tim feels it. Where his back is pressed up against Jay’s chest tightly, just the smallest hitch in the panting breath, how the hold loses some intensity. There’s a soft noise over his shoulder, low and oddly fragile when Jay sees that hand outstretched and open. It’s only natural Tim tries to help, turns his head as much as he can to look at the Alpha’s expression, to see the struggle there, the fight against the Pit’s influence and his own Alpha nature. He nuzzles against the side of Jay’s face, raises a shaky hand to pat the arm around his chest.

“D-Dickie….” is more growl than actual words, “A-Alpha.”

“It’s me, honey,” and Dick’s voice is so gentle, so full of affection, his hand still out while he takes cautious steps forward. “I want to hold you, want to touch my beautiful mate. God, Jay, you smell so good, just like home, just like our bed in the morning.”

The shudder against Tim’s back is more obvious this time, something that releases more tension in Jay’s shoulders and arms. He tries to nuzzle against Jay’s jugular, patting the restraining arm again until the hold loosens up (and no, he’s not wondering how Dick and Jay’s bed smells in the morning because it’s not really his place is it? This, the three of them, is just about some A’s helping out an O, right? It’s the Pit and Jay’s instincts that come after him, the Omega. That’s all it can be, all they can be, and really…it’s fine).

The next noise is closer to a whine, an Alpha in pain, in shock, in need, calling out to his Pack, and Tim can feel the fine tremble starting against him, signs Jay is coming out of the haze. He tries to shift, biting down on his lower lip at the feel the knot stretching him, still locked in place. And he hopes he can get off Jay’s lap so Dick can take over since this seems to be working more than just, you know, being a warm hole to knot.

But he made a mistake shifting because those arms tighten back down, the Alpha’s gaze snapping to his face, lip curling off his teeth.

“Whoa. Honey, Jaybird,” Dick holds out both hands, placating, “you’ve knotted him…a lot. He’s probably uncomfortable, maybe sore. We need to take care of him, right?”

Tim tries to keep himself from flinching at how terrible that sounds (it’s just because he’s an Omega, isn’t it?), but the twinge draws Jay’s attention back to him, and the Alpha eases up his grip to slide both hands around him to rub his heavy belly.

“I know, honey,” Dick smiles gently, “you just want to be a good Alpha. It’s okay, you are.” He’s finally close enough to lay a hand on Jason’s forearm, to kneel by the bed and smile up at the other Alpha endearingly. “You’ve come so far, and we’ve worked so hard. You know you’re more than this. Isn’t it time to come back?”

When Jay doesn’t jerk away from the hold, doesn’t attack immediately, Dick sighs in relief and runs his fingers down that forearm, pausing on familiar scars. “C’mon, honey. I’m waiting for you.”

Abruptly, Jason Todd makes a harsh noise, hands falling away from Tim’s belly. He moves to grip Dick’s hand tight, his shoulders shuddering.

Luckily, Tim can absolutely miss all the awkward coming after this little sitch because the knot shrinks down enough for him to pull himself off with a wet noise, and scramble off the bed to snatch his boxers and suit up from the floor, hold them in front of his body.

Dick takes his place fast, already up on his knees, wrapping both arms around Jay and holding the Alpha hard against his chest, purring against the top of his head, soothing the shakes away.

“It’s okay, Little Wing, it’s okay,” murmured gently in the din while Tim makes his trembling knees work just long enough to get him to the bathroom and lightly close the door. He pants softly, sinking down to sit on the floor, clutching his clothes to his chest (their marks on one another are fucking beautiful, but it’s so stupid to want what he can’t have).

He gives himself a minute or so, shutting down his thoughts, trying to block out his inner Omega wailing because he left them, because while he knows he isn’t their Omega, the instincts in him (maybe more than just instincts) crave to be.

Biting down on his lower lip, one hand strays to his overly full belly, a slight curve under his palm, and it’s a crazy thing how horrified he’d been when the idea Ra’s might force him to have an heir, but if the young had been Dick’s or Jay’s–

Tim snatches his hand back, erasing the thought immediately. He’s on birth control, he’s a vigilante, he’s the leader of the Titans, and he’s only been with the Alphas through potentially dangerous Heats. Once his body evens out, everything…everything will go back to the way it was.

The achingly empty spot in his chest throbs for a terrible moment, the grief of his inner Omega, before he can tamp it down, push it to the back of his thoughts, and try to get himself together.

“Timmy?” The knock on the door is who knows how much later, but he’s only managed to get his boxers on, standing wobbly to try getting back into his body suit.

“How is he?” Is the first thing out of his mouth.

“It’s okay, he’s back now. Tim, are you–?”

“You should take him home, Dick. He needs some time.”

“I’m planning on it. I hit up B for a ride. Car is already on its’ way. We need to get you dressed and ready to go, too.”

“I’m fine. I can get to the Perch from here.”

“Oh, no. I’m not leaving you, Tim.” The door knob twists, the door trying to open up against his back. Well, body block FTW. “Let me in.”

“I’m fine, Dick. You need to worry about him right now.”

“I can worry about anyone I want, Timmy. I can have my cake and eat it too. We’re all going back to my place to cuddle. Like, now, so let me in so I can help you get into your suit.”

“You’re a good Alpha, Dick, but I don’t have any more blockers, and we can’t risk my scent setting him off again. It’s safer for everyone–”

“Tim, if you don’t want to be around Jay, I understand. He literally just–”

“It’s not that! He didn’t hurt me!”

“He still–”

“No! I mean, that’s not why–”

“Then let me in, Baby.” The door presses up against his back again, and Tim quickly zips up his body suit, feeling better to have this convo now that he’s partially dressed. When he straightens up, Dick takes immediate advantage and slides through the door with Tim’s boots and cape. He drops them carelessly, those blue eyes taking him in from head to foot.

“Seriously, Dick–” with a little crossing his arms over his chest, starting out no-nonsense, I-am-an-island, we’ve all taken worse beatings than that, and ending with the logical he needs you right now, and you need to make sure he’s okay– listen to your inner Pack Alpha.

The immediate octopus hold and purring Alpha suddenly up in his business stops those placations from pouring out (deflection denied!), Dick pretty much scooping him up to nuzzle at his face–

(and make sure he can’t escape out the window)

–to start talking in that same low, surpy voice that just gets to the core of him. “You did so well, Baby, taking care of Jay. You were amazing.”

And one of Dick’s big hands runs soothingly down his spine, making his tense muscles ease.

“You could have run, or you could have tranqued him, but instead you helped work him down while he was awake, when his Alpha took over. You gave him the Omega he needed. You took care of our Pack Mate when he was literally insane.”

And his feet touch the ground so Dick can slide a hand up in his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp, “you deserve a nice bath and some dinner before we put you to bed for the day. You’ve earned it, Baby.”

Well… that does sound kind of nice.

Since he knows he’s not going to win this little sitch, especially when Jason shows up, bracing his hand against the doorframe, looking shaky as fuck, his eyes more blue than green, and his hands are fucking desperate with apologies, Tim lets the two of them muscle him back into the safehouse to gather his harness and utility belt. He fishes out a domino since Jay can’t stand to be in the helmet and tolerates the hand fisted in his cape while they climb down the side of the building to the waiting car in the alley.

He doesn’t fight Jay getting in the back seat with him while Dick drives, and agreeably sits on the Alpha’s lap during the ride, pointedly not focusing on how good the big, gloved hand feels palming his belly. He gets a few minutes to sink into the grey between sleep and awake, losing the soft conversation between Dick and Jay as the car glides through Gotham.

The door opening rouses his Robin instincts before the Omega, making him snap-to, avoiding the instinctual lunge by a hair when Jay latches on to his wrist and pulls him back.

The familiar Alpha scent is what makes him shake it off and climb out of the nice Lexus like a good vigilante.

He and Jay take the side fire escape because they’re still in suits as Dick goes inside to unlock the windows the easy way.

Instead of starting the climb, the Hood fires his gauntlet grapple and sweeps an arm around Red Robin’s waist and they fly into the night with his cape flaring out behind them.

The bath is already running and Dick maneuvers right around his excuses, stripping him down before he realizes he’s naked again. He only manages to divert Dick away from getting in the bath with him by reminding how much they don’t want Jay to be alone right now while shoving the older Alpha out the door.

It’s not long after that he’s in a borrow t-shirt, The Cure, that almost hangs down to his knees and sweatpants bunching up at the ankles (and no, his inner Omega isn’t finally fucking satisfied being literally covered in the scent of both Alphas, that’s just asking for trouble…fuck), his legs on Jay’s lap while the Alpha feeds him bites of a sandwich between sips of Gatorade.

Dr. Strange is on low when he starts to nod off again, and wakes up in the morning sandwiched between the two Alphas in their bed.

It’s the answer he did and didn’t want, on how Dick and Jay’s bed smells, feels, in the morning, but it is a terrifying realization–

–how much like home it seems to be.

#winter answers #aob #tagged for anon #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #alpha!dick #Alpha!jay #omega!tim #possessive!Jay #choose your endings #my drab #my writing

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snokoms · 4 years

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under the sea part 9

here we go again…...

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21310579/chapters/52822636

He is running through the woods again. They are slowly starting to become more familiar. Deciding to try the tactic from the last time he sets out for a long journey again. This time deciding to take a different route. When he still has not felt the presence after a few hours he decides to head to the bunny clearing anyway. Maybe It is there? It is not there. Disappointment is taking over his mind. Did he chase them away? Or was It Stiles? Like he secretly hoped it was. If it was, does that mean that Nira was right? Was his packmate really dead? Slowly walking the same pad as the other night, he takes off. The presence still isn’t back by the time he has made the full circle. Howling his loss to the moon he stays there the rest of the night.

---

“Hey Danny, how is Hawaii treating you? You still hitting on that dude from last time?”

“Hey Jacks, no he turned out to be a dick. Being all nice and shit and then trying to steal my stuff? Like, sure, we had a great night, the dude gave great head, but in the morning, he almost sneaked out with my coffeemaker! Who even goes for a coffeemaker! If you are trying to steal something than you should at least do it right. It’s not like its small or inconspicuous or something.”

Jackson looked stumped at the screen in front of him before bursting out laughing.

“It’s not funny! It had to chase him down for three blocks while only wearing boxers. And you know what he did!”

Danny was starting to turn red in his rant and Jackson was sitting at the edge of his seat in anticipation.

“He threw it on the ground! Its broken! It made The Best Coffee Ever and now its broken!” With that said Jackson fell down on the flour, unable to keep his laughter in any longer. Only Danny could ever get in this kind of mess.

“Anyway, I think I’m going to stop dating for a while. Or at least stop with the blonds.”

“What? You’re going to try brunets now?”

“Yes.”

“You never liked brunets”

“That’s not true. There was Lucas when we were eight.”

“Exactly. Eight, and if I remember it right there was a bet involved.”

“Fine” with a huff Danny settles back in his chair. Jackson had a point though, he never fell for brunets. No matter how cute they were.

“Anyway, have you heard the latest news from BH?”

“What news? I don’t really talk with anyone back there.”

“Not even Lydia? You guys were pretty close.”

“No, I needed to get away from all that. Also, Lydia and I? It wasn’t a really healthy relation.” He is looking out of the window while he saying that. Unable to look at friend, thinking back at their time in high school together and the mess that was his love, or more like, sex life back then.

“Sorry to hear that man. Anyway, it’s about the Stilinki kid.”

“What about him?” This is peaking Jackson interest. He knows Stiles had something to do with him not dying back in BH. Convincing Derek not to kill him and figuring out how to save him. Not to mention the damage his precious death trap called a car received for smashing through the wall to deliver Lydia to him. No matter how toxic they had been to each other. They had loved each other.

“He’s dead.”

“What.” That does not sound right.

“Yeah, they found his car about a couple weeks ago. Found the killer in the woods. It’s going to be an empty casket funeral though because they couldn’t find the body.” Silently they watch each other, remembering the teen they left in the town they all grew up in.

“How did he die? And how are they sure he is dead, if they did not find the body?”

“According to the police report the trail leads to a lake. They found the killer there, killed two man. Heads bust in and dragged to the bottom of the lake. I’m willing to bet it was some kind of seacreature.”

“A seacreature that far from the shore?”

“Yeah, maybe like a sweetwater kind? The lake variant.”

“God I can’t believe this conversation actually makes sense.” shaking his head chuckling, he looks at his friend on the other side of the world.

“Yeah well I’m just glad you finally found the balls the tell me about everything after you left for England.”

“Yeah…” Cringing back at the reminder of all the lies he told he apologises again.

“Anyway, I was thinking of maybe heading up there? Pay respects.”

Nodding Jackson looks at his friend. Without words they already knew they would be going together. Jackson owes his life to the dead teen, the least they could do was attend the funeral.

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When they Hales finally make their way into Beacon Hills it is the morning of the funeral. They find the town filled with all kinds of creatures. But instead of being there to harm the town and its people, they have come to mourn a loud mouthed sarcastic teen. With wonder they look around. Look at what their pack, no, family member has done. Has meant to all these people to come to his funeral.

Upon arriving to the McCall residency, to inform the pack of their presence and mourn with them for their fallen member they notice something is amiss.

No one is home.

Upon breaking into the house, the lack of scent is like a slap in the face. Where Stiles’ scent was once part of the house, there is now no trace to be found of it. Deep integrated scents that had been applied for such a long time usually took months, sometimes years to fully disappear. Why had Stiles not been around more? Where did his scent go? That was not the only scent that seemed to be missing though. Scott hasn’t been in his room for over a week, maybe two or three. Neither had the rest of the ragtack group of misfits. Had Scott been kidnapped or, eaten, as well? Had the others?

The thought of their Stiles being eaten still makes them slightly nauseous. When they move to leave and ask around town, they stumble upon Melissa at the door. She doesn’t even blink when she sees them. Uncaring of the fact that they broke in.

“Good, you guys made it in time. He would have liked you to be there.” she looks exhausted and sadness take up a large part of her scent.

“Melissa, where is Scott? We know he hasn’t been in the house for over a week.” When the woman hesitates before answering, a sense of foreboding creeps up his spine. Something is wrong, and whatever it is. It was not going to be pretty.

“The pack, they, they left. For a vacation. The year was finally over, and they thought they deserved a break. Stiles wasn’t with them. I, I called. I don’t think he was invited Derek. I’m not even sure anymore if my son cares that his best friend is dead.” With that Melissa breaks down and he wraps her in his arms. The pack was gone? Without, without Stiles? Uncaring? How dare he. He left Stiles in McCalls care. Told him to look after the human before he left. He told him! How could, how-

Then he thinks back to Gerard and the pool and yeah. He could. It wasn’t the first time the crooked jaw boy has broken his trust. He thought he cared about his best friend. Apparently, he was wrong.

When Melissa has finally calmed down again, they are sitting on the couch. There are steaming mugs of tea on the table. Peter, Cora and Malia are occupying the other seats in the room. After taking a sip of her tea she looks around. Looks at this little family that has already lost so much.

“Melissa, what happened? How did this happen? Please, we-. No, I need to know.” Looking at the young man next to her and the people surrounding her she steels herself and start talking.

“The car was found on a Tuesday…..”

----

“So, I just called Lydia.”

“How did it go?”

“Oh you know, she is still mad about me leaving to London. Trying to get me jealous by talking about

her latest conquest.”

“…..She know you started swinging the other way?”

“…..No.” Shaking his head about his friends cowardice, Danny asks,

“What did she say about Stiles? Did she tell you how he really died?”

“She said, and I quote: ‘What the hell are you talking about. Stop wasting my time with that useless spaz’ before going on about some guy named Jordan.” His friend answers in a flat tone.

“Wait what. That, that doesn’t sound right.”

“I don’t think she knows Danny. About him. Being, you know, dead.” It is silent for a minute before he adds,

“She said he was a killer.”

“You sure?” Nodding Jackson grabbed his suitcase. While the pair walked towards the exit of the airport they pondered over the words. Danny knew Lydia never liked the other boy. Still, something must have happened to get her this openly hostile.

“Do you think it’s true?”

“If he killed someone?” Humming an affirmative he looked at his friend. Jacksons eyes were unfocused while he thought about the question. Thinking back to his time as kanima, some could argue that he was a murderer as well. Even if he had no control over his body at the time. Hell, he was not even aware what was happening to him back then. Stiles had known though. The teen had saved him, even though he used to bully him.

“If he did, I’m sure he had a good reason for it. He voted for my life when I was still the kanima. Even if killing me would have saved them all a lot of trouble and I bullied him for years.”

Ignoring the last comment Danny tries to defend the girl. “What if she doesn’t know the full story?” Even in his own ears the excuse sounded half baked.

“She wouldn’t care.” With that in mind they both get into the taxi heading for Beacon Hills and the funeral. Warily noting the number of cars going the same way.

----

In the meantime, deep under the surface, Stiles is slowly learning Seahissing, or watertalk (he still doesn’t know what to call it). And in so, slowly starts to understand what happened.

“We- we were driven out of our home by hunters and came upon this place a few weeks into our travels.

One day father was gone really long, and I thought the hunters had caught him, but I still had hope he would come back to me.” a shaky breath “He did, but he was… different.” The boy whispered with downcast eyes. “He was saying all this stuff. About how he did everything because he loved me. That he was proud of me. I was so confused.” A lone tear escaped Shan’s eye and Stiles wondered how tears still worked underwater. He wondered how long it had been since someone had been kind to this boy.

“For a few days nothing happened, and I had almost forgotten until one night- until one night he told me to stay inside and not to come out until he said I could.” It was silent for a long while after that, and Stiles got a dark feeling inside, something bad was going to happen. He knew that this must have been shortly before he was kidnapped and the father of this boy, the man who kidnapped him, wasn’t absent because he neglected his child.

“I was never good at following orders.”

<em>When Shan came back to their cave the second day after the new moon, he found it empty. Again. Remembering his father’s words from yesterday he looked around the lake.

He was bored.

And so, he decided to explore. Maybe his father had found a new and special place and wanted to keep it a suprise! He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave the lake, it never ended well for him when he went against father’s wishes, but he was just. So, so bored.

Shan wasn’t a great listener. Especially when he was curious. Or didn’t agree with his father’s reasoning. Or, you know, saw something shiny.

Yeah…. Anyway. He set out to find his father. Knowing the older mer had taken the lower passages heading south, he quickly swam down.

When he finally found him hours later it was to an unexpected sight. His farther had wrapped his arms around something light skinned. The strange thing was slowly growing scales and he could see the sliths were his gills were placed.

It looked like a freshly turned.

Unfortunately, his arrival had not gone unnoticed. For when he finally looked op from the unknown creature, is was to find his farther staring at him.

“I’m sorry sir, I was worried about you.” Hoping to make it slightly better he looked down.

After a long silence the man finally replied to him. “Son, meet….” sight “…. This is our ticket to a safe passage out of these waters.” Horrified the young shifter looks up. That sounded a lot like they were using this person, to- to- to trade! Did he really make such a mess that they had to resort to such things? Or- or was he getting replaced? He never meant to be such a horrible son to his father. Was he really not wanted? He knew he was a burden, he always got into problems, even if he didn’t mean to! He just, he was not as fast, or strong. Maybe father was right, no self respecting man would want such a weak son.

“Where will they go?”

“To the cave two lefts of where you were supposed to stay, there is a smaller room in there. That will be his space for the time being. You will guard him, feed him, and not speak a single word to him.” they weren’t leaving yet? More important, what was so special about this person that they were the solution to a problem he did not know existed? (but probably caused)

“Yes father” Just as the pair is about to transfer the freshly turned, an almost unnoticeable tremor goes through the rocks. Startling the younger of the two.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up.” Muttering about annoying bastards the older doesn’t notice when a second trilling goes through the rocks. Slightly stronger this time.

“Dad, where did all the fish go.” At the scared sound of his sons voice he turns around. Ready to berate him for wasting their time when he looks behind the boy. Something is moving rapidly their way. It does not look friendly. In does not look friendly at all. Nor does it sound friendly.

“Shan, move! Go!”

“Wha-“

“NOW!” shoving the kidnappee in his son’s arms, he pushes the boy to one of the tunnels

“I will be right behind you.” With that he turns around. Ready to defend his offspring.

Turning around Shan shoots the tunnels in. Only to find out that he cannot use the smallest ones with the extra baggage. Turning around at the sound of screams and crushed bones, the smell of blood reaches his nose.

Papa is dead.

Instead of swimming further inside the tunnels, Shan quickly decides to swim upwards towards dry land and move towards a different water from up there. While swiftly manoeuvring between the passages to get there, another trilling goes through the rocks. Making pieces of rubble fall down. He has finally wrestled the unconscious body on the land when he can see a dark mass moving towards the surface. Turning around he gathers the manlike creature in his arms and starts running. When he turns around, he sees a long tentacle moving out of the water and heading their way. Deciding to zigzag between trees to avoid getting caught he moves further and further land inwards. Stumbling over a tree root and turning around he notices nothing is behind him.

Whatever that was, it can’t move on land. Placing that piece of information firmly on the forefront of his mind he sets course for the den. He made a promise and intents to keep it. Even if father will never know. </em>

Hearing the story brings Stiles a great deal of relieve. Not only was this boy not the one who had kidnapped him. But the initial kidnapper was most likely very, very dead. To top it off, the were had a way to avoid being eaten, even if that meant going on land. Which his body very much did not agree with. Instinctively knowing changing forms at this point would be very painful, especially since his scales were still growing. Not that it mattered if it was a choice between being eaten and not being eaten.

Right, Stiles, get your head in the game. Looking at the boy who had recently lost his father, and possibly his last living family member, he starts thinking of what they should do next. They cannot go back. Which meant that they have to find a new home.

“Know any nice caves around here?”

“Wait…. You, you are not mad? That I disobeyed orders?”

“Sweetie, if you hadn’t, I would be dead right know. I kind of like being alive. Most of the time.” He had muttered the last part and was glad the boy didn’t seem to have noticed his words.

“Not really? I mean. We have not been here for very long and I wasn’t allowed to explore a lot.”

“I’m sure a curious boy like you has ventured out here before.” With a mischievous look they both grin to each other before bursting out laughing.

Moving to find a new nest the two start sharing stories. It is the most fun both of them have had in a long while.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #danny mahealani #Lydia martin #oc #traveling #story telling #Phone conversations #Lydia is bitch #whats new

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the-lupine-sojourner · 6 years

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Not That Kind of Alpha [Alpha!KirishimaXAsexual!Timid!Omega!Reader]

For some reason, Alpha!Kirishima appealed to me, but instead of writing a sex-crazed, horny AlphaXReader fic, I opted to try ‘Asexual Omega X Respectful, New Alpha’ instead. Reader is timid because of her sexuality. She feels that since literally every Omega she’s known has described Alphas as wanting to Mate with their chosen Omega, and as such is super timid about talking to anyone.

Anyway, hope you all like!

@dailyojiromashirao, I hope you don’t mind being tagged in my little spurt of craziness. Also, the next part of Takara’s Hero Academia is going up next! I know this isn’t what I told you I’d post next, but I promise THA ‘Episode’ 1 is in the final stages of tweaking! Love you!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Most look to their 20th birthday in excitement and anticipation.

I, however, was cursing the day I’d be of age to take a mate, only two weeks away. It didn’t matter that I was almost an illegible Omega maid for the Alphas around; I was dreading being mated to someone, having the expectation of...mating with them to produce their offspring.

It didn’t matter, either way, as I was too introverted to even speak to anyone, much less form a relationship with them, forgetting everything else. As such, I few friends.

And, of those, most of them were Omegas and spoke of their experiences meeting their Alpha mate as the best thing that ever happened to them, falling for said Alpha almost immediately. They also described the, er, chemistry between them forming upon first meeting.

I didn’t think it’d be like that with me.

I didn’t want sex. I didn’t even want to get too intimate with whoever I fall for, if I ever make it that far without bailing cus I got scared. So, yeah. Unless, by some miracle, I find a normal human that feels the way I do or something, I think I’m screwed in the love depart--

“Y/N!” Comes the voice of my manager at the small corner store I work at. I flinch.

“Yes, ma’am?” I call back.

“Are those floors swept yet?!” I glance down. I’d let my mind wander, but completed the chore as my mind wandered. All I had to do was sweep up the pile.

“Yes, ma’am! I just need to take care of the pile!” I reply.

“Then get it done!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Sighing, I go back to the task at hand. Once that was done, I put the broom and dustpan away and yawn as I did a final stock sweep of the aisles for anything out of place or replenishment. I was so tired and focused on the sides of the aisles (to prevent myself from overthinking my nonexistent love life), I didn’t notice a customer browsing til I bumped into him. “Oh!” I squeak, drawing back, cheeks aflame in shock. “I am so sorry!” I stammer out. He had spiky red hair, a lovely pair of red eyes, and that smile! He had slightly pointed teeth, but the smile was so pleasant and warm, I didn’t really mind.

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you, miss.” He replies sheepishly. I wave my hands.

“I should have been paying attention!” I protest, then realize I was all but yelling and clap my hands over my mouth.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He assures me. “Let’s start over.” He prompts. I swallow, letting my hands fall again. I could do that.

“Hello.” I mumble, then force myself to act like a normal store employee. “Is there something I can help you with?” He chuckles.

“Well, I was looking at the different beef jerky varieties, and couldn’t decide. What do you recommend?” I blush. Was he seriously asking me for advice?

“We-well, to be honest, sir, I actually don’t eat too much jerky. Um...I do like pickles, though, so maybe the pickle seasoning variety. Or the bacon cheddar. That’s pretty popular.” There. I’d answered his question. He smiles at me like I’d given him the sun and the moon.

“Thanks!” I manage a smile back.

“Not a problem. Anything else I can help you with?” He shakes his head.

“I think that’s it.” He grabs two packs of each flavor I’d mentioned. I blink, but then move aside and let him by without questioning it. He’d only think I was rude and might even launch a complaint.

He goes to the cash register, and by the time I’ve finished making the stock check, he’s gone. I find myself grinning happily just thinking about the way he’d smiled when I pointed out the jerky. It’s just...he was so nice to me!

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By the time I finish locking up for the night, I am so tired, I might just drop right here and sleep.

It was only half an hour since I met that mystery redhead, but it felt like an eternity. I’d had to mop the entire floor, and do the last of the dishes the kitchen crew didn’t do before skipping out. I could never say no to the manager. Walking down the street, I yawn and settle my hand on the mace in my purse. I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder, whirling with the mace out. However, it’s Mystery Redhead, his hands up in a placating gesture as he chuckles. “Hi. Sorry.” I squeak.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, but I wanted to walk you to your car.” I sigh in relief that he wasn’t a thief or something.

“Well, there’s no car. I live really close, so I walk.” I reply, yawning again. The gentleman he is, he offers his arm. I take it, blushing a little. What if someone sees?

“Well, it’d be really ungentlemanly of me to leave a woman alone this time of night. C’mon.” His jerky shuffles noisily in his bag as we walk, but that’s the only sound. “...Sorry to be this blunt, but...you’re an Omega, aren’t you?” he asks. I blanch. How had he--oh. My scent. I took a whiff of him, and find, to my shock, the scent of sandalwood, pine, and other things usually associated with ‘manliness’. In short, it was the scent of an Alpha.

How had I not noticed before?!

“And you’re an Alpha.” I mumble in reply. Then cringe. “I mean...um…” I stammer and try desperately to think of something to placate him, but he just chuckles.

“Yeah, I am. I don’t like to broadcast it, though.” I frown. This went against what I heard about Alphas before now. “Not until I get to know someone a little, at least. I’m only a year past my first heat, so I guess I’m still new at this. But then I smelled you and I knew; you were an Omega. I was curious and wanted to talk to you a little.” I nod.

“O-oh.” What else did he want, though? I think miserably.

“Hey, don’t worry. I can’t smell any of your heat, so I don’t think you’re 20 yet, right? I’m not about to pounce you or anything.” I nod. How had he known that was what I was worried about?

“I. um...thanks.” I mumble. “I wasn’t, ah, worried, and- -I’m almost 20, yeah.” I reply, cutting myself off before I say anything else super embarrassing. He nods, then something seems to occur to him and he smacks his forehead.

“Oh, geez! I haven’t introduced myself!” He sighs. “Um, my name is Eijiro Kirishima.” I grin.

“My name’s Y/N.” This wasn’t so bad, I muse suddenly, but kept a little of my guard up. Just in case he thought this was going somewhere...more intimate.

“That’s a lovely name.” He muses, smiling. I then note that we’ve arrived at my house. I gulp. What now?

“Thank you.” I murmur. “Well, this is my house, so...um...thank you so much for walking me home, Eijiro.” I add politely, beginning to sweat as I await his reaction. His grin remains friendly and his posture relaxed, not coming closer.

“Oh, no problem.” Silence reigns and neither of us say anything or move. What was wrong with me? I had to go! “...Are you working tomorrow?” He blurts. I pale.

“We-well...I...yeah. It’s the middle shift.” I reply, letting him figure out what that meant as I reach for my keys. Why had I told him that?! He smiles.

“Awesome! Might need more beef jerky.” I blink, smiling in tentative curiosity.

“But you just bought four bags.” I point out, incredulous. He laughs and I feel ridiculous.

“Sorry!” He apologizes when he sees my discomfort. “I bought these for my packmates, too. We all love beef jerky!” I laugh.

“Apparently!”

“That, and it’s movie night, so we snack on this instead of popcorn.” I frown. It was 11:00 at night!

“So late at night?” He nods.

“We’re night owls.” I find it an easy explanation to accept.

“Right.”

“See you tomorrow, then?” He asks. I blush.

“Oh, um...I guess, if you want.” Eijiro grins.

“I’d like it a lot.” It’s then a strange thing happens; his face becomes intent, and he licks his lips, eyes drawn from mine to a point just below. It took a moment to realize that he was looking at my lips. I swallow, inching away. This was what I was dreading; he’d kiss me and then we’d cross a line I’m not ready for yet. “...Can I kiss you?” He asks huskily. I blink. At least he’d asked. I have to answer! Work, mouth!

“...I...I don’t want to have sex!” I blurt, blushing scarlet. What was that?! Eijiro looks taken aback and...hurt? Was it because I rejected him? Didn’t he have this look when we awkwardly discussed my heat earlier? Or was that just me?

“You really think that little of me?” He asks, almost a whimper. I instantly shrink into myself in shame, drawing a little closer.

“N-no! I’m sorry! My brain doesn’t function right!” I stammer. “I mean, it does, obviously, but sometimes I say something really dumb and- -”

“I’m not that kind of Alpha, Y/N.” Eijiro interrupts, looking as dominant and serious as I’ve seen him so far. “I respect all women and Omegas as equals and would never force myself on anyone. I just...I just couldn’t keep my mind off it any longer. I’m sorry.” Now he’d reassured me, deflating as he apologized, head bowed almost in submission, I find my courage growing and, despite knowing it was more than likely not going to end well, I grab his collar and yank him in for a kiss. It’s awkward, and I’m sure I’m somehow doing this wrong, but he then takes over, gently easing into a deeper kiss and I find myself relinquishing control briefly. This felt too good to think about stopping. He was so different from what I’d been told Alpha’s are like, I couldn’t help succumbing to his natural charm and personality.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” I confess as we lean our foreheads together, panting. Eijiro chuckles, drawing me close to him in a warm embrace.

“I couldn’t tell.” He murmurs, nuzzling into my neck. I stiffen for a moment before drawing him in tighter. This was okay, as long as he doesn’t want anything more.

“I’m sorry for making that horrible assumption about you.” I tell him after a few moments of silence.

“I understand you’ve probably heard a lot of stories, but I promise you, if you’ll have me, I’ll prove myself worthy of you.” I blink.

“Wait..” I say, drawing away to look into those enchanting red eyes. “I’m supposed to be saying that to you.” He grins.

“I told you; I’m not a typical Alpha, and I’d like to prove that to you.” I smile and let him reach into his back pocket and bring out his phone. “And, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to be able to see you again, and for that, I’d need your number.” I am blushing furiously, but I take the phone and enter my number into a new contact, using his pone to send myself a text before giving it back. I then add the number to my phone.

“I think I’d like that a lot.” I reply. And he gently leans in and captures my lips with his again. This time, he’s gentle, softly working his mouth against mine.

I find I am quite a willing captive.

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Merry Christmas, @thedaughterofkings!

I hit your spark!Stiles and happy endings requests, and I included a variant of werewolves are known because the primary character they’re interacting with knows about werewolves and happens to bring something unique and inspiring to the pack’s understanding of what werewolves have to offer.

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Wolves in the Green

Chapter 1

“Come on, sourwolf,” Stiles whispers as quietly as he can. Though bushes provide some insulation against being heard, he knows he can’t move without risking being noticed by the wolf thing that’s hunting him.

Well, hunting them both, maybe. It seemed very specifically interested in Stiles, but it didn’t hesitate to attack Derek when he got in the way. As soon as Derek told him to run, he did it. This wolf is clearly out of their mind, and so Stiles got out of Derek’s way. Stiles knew from Derek that there was no such thing as werewolf rabies, but the prolific evidence suggests that the alpha might be wrong. Stiles knows his spark talents can’t cure magical maladies. Yet, he assures himself, but fat lot of good that will do him today.

Stiles shivers in a squat, rubbing his hands up-and-down the sleeves covering his crossed arms. He’s trying to keep blood circulating, and starts working on a warming spell when he senses a zing of magic being activated in the preserve. It was centered in the direction he ran away from. The shivering seems relentless, getting more noticeable on his hip where he keeps — oh, that’s the phone. He slips it out of his pocket and unlocks it with a touch.

“Stiles, I need you here. Had to use your emergency kit. Sending you my location.” The call disconnect tone sounds.

Derek’s lucky that Stiles has such a good sense of direction, or he’d be stuck with that thing for a long time. Immediately after that thought, it means, that this was a big-bad that Derek couldn’t stop on his own, and probably used one of the spell bombs Stiles prepared. The spark is great at magic he can prepare for with plenty of lead time, but that’s not an active battlefield. He doesn’t do that well in practice combat with the pack, either.

Stiles grumbles and slinks through the woods, attempting to slip below the tops of the scrub and brush on the lower layers of the forest as he approaches Derek’s location. By the time he finds the wolves, Derek is standing across a very small clearing and glaring at the monster. He looks ready for battle, and the rips in his clothing look like they left only superficial wounds.

Score one for the alpha. Very hot, 10/10, would abandon in battle again.

Stiles catches the monster is looking irritated at the magical cage it’s in. His magical senses tell him that the barrier is holding-up to the beating pressure from the three monsters. Wait, what? A monster, a beta-shifted werewolf, and a girl in the middle.

Yes. That’s – No? Wait, what?

The teenager isn’t trying to break from the cage, but she does seem to be struggling against the other two. The beta werewolf watches Derek closely, eyes glowing a sort of faded green from its translucent face. The skull-faced wolf on the outside is like an extra large wolf, very angry, and very focused on Stiles.

If Stiles were to do a very bad job of bringing together three creatures from different dimensions, this might be what it looks like. The creature (…no, the creatures, he corrects), look like they can’t decide which dimension to be in, and are shifting between all three.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” is what Stiles is muttering when he glances at them.

“What is this, Stiles.”

“You should speak with punctuation, Derek. Inflection is important.” He wasn’t thinking when he made the reply, having caught himself into the curiosity of this magical happening, and on checking his spells.

“Tell me what the hell this is, Stiles.”

“Oh, yeah, well,” Stiles waves very obviously and awkwardly at the wolf, and slinks around his part of the clearing to approach Derek. The creature in the roughly circular glowing green-yellow cylinder follows him. The woman in the center appears to be muttering to herself. When he is next to Derek, all three of them appear to be looking between the two of them. “They look kinda stitched together, don’t they?”

Derek, who knows there’s a limit of some kind to how long Stile’s suppression charm will last, waits for Stiles to get within an arm’s length, but Stiles slows as he approaches. The alpha rolls his eyes as the other man dicks around. The wolf grabs him with human hands (thank you for remembering not to poke holes in the shirts anymore, Derek) and pulls Stiles down so he can talk with him.

“How long do we have before it breaks out?”

“They tried to eat me!” Stiles stage whispers. The wolf looks both ashamed and annoyed. Derek rolls his eyes very hard, and the beta wolf and the human inside both tilt their heads the same way, indicating curiosity and a touch of incredulity.

“It wasn’t going to eat you, Stiles.” Stiles looks at Derek, then at the creatures, and gives a doubtful look. “Killing you was probably its purpose.”

“What? Why?” The indignant squawk from Stiles is muffled by Derek’s thick hand slapping over his mouth, startling him into silence.

“Be calm, Stiles. Can’t you see that your spell is counteracting most of the effects of whatever was done to her, or them, but if you get it agitated again, isn’t there a chance that it could break out?” The spark considers, and nods.

With a glance at the skull-faced wolf form, he reconsiders. “Are you sure?”

“Stiles, *I* want to hurt you, and I don’t want to eat you first—” Stiles raises an eyebrow at him. His attention caught on the second part of that phrase and clung to it. He grins at Derek, losing focus momentarily on the trapped creatures. The Alpha flashes his eyes to get him to focus again. The slightly taller man does catch the oblique “now is not the time for your sex drive to kick-in, idiot” from the wolf, and he files that idea away for later so he can deal with the here and now.

There is a menacing growl pouring out of the beta-shifted wolf and the woman inside seems surprised that she growled, too. “She might be out of her mind, or it could be a trick. What can you do to help things out here?"

Stiles looks at her for a moment.

"Derek, give them a command to rest.”

Derek does a sort of forceful, but pillowy growl. Stiles doesn’t know how else to describe it, and decides not to mention to the alpha that there was any such idea that crossed his mind.

After the pillowy growl, the wolf and the woman look chastised. She looks like she feels extremely uncomfortable by the whole thing, and the beta wolf, the middle of the three-being beast they’ve captured, lets a quiet chuff at the alpha.

Stiles notices that in the time he’s been here, she’s been more responsive to what Derek does. He also catches how the magic spell running this funhouse of horror is the source of the sounds. “They can’t speak to us directly, I think. The spell they’re under seems to be making it hard for her to talk. I don’t even know if the beta wolf can talk. It seems more like an avatar or a familiar instead of its own being.”

“And Skeletor-wolf there? What’s its story?”

“I’m so proud of you, Derek! Your pop-culture references are on-point today!” He pats the well-muscled man on the rounded, beefy shoulder. “Can you talk to them while I check things out?”

Derek, who has been reluctantly taking Stiles’ advice to be more open with new people, which also happens to be the homework assignment given to him by his counselor, decides to introduce them to the transposed creatures before them.

“I’m Derek, Alpha of the Hale pack, and this is our annoying human packmate, Stiles.”

The woman and the beta glance at Stiles, then Derek, then back to Stiles. They seem curious, and not bloodthirsty. Stiles counts that as a win.

“Be nice, loverboy.” Stiles says, as he sketches some runes in the dirt, and clarifies, “Yes, I know, Stiles is an unusual name. But it’s what anyone calls me since like, preschool, so that’s how that goes.” Derek seems lost at what else to say. Stiles supplies, helpfully, “Please, introduce yourself so we can figure out what’s up and our next steps.”

Derek raises his eyebrows. It does seem like the next logical step, but he doesn’t expect it to yield any results. This thing has been chomping at the proverbial bit to get at Stiles for the last half hour.

“Whatever, dude. You were slow on making introductions. I can’t believe nobody taught you these manners.” Derek growls at the annoying spark, feeling very much like smacking him on the back of the head and earning another ‘hands are not for hurting’ lecture from the other man.

The woman mutters something, her speech echoed silently by the beta wolf shape overlaying her face. Derek chuckles, but Stiles can’t hear, and he glares at them all. Well, not the Skeletor-wolf, since it’s still looking mostly ready to kill Stiles as soon as it has a chance.

Derek mutters something in an undertone and Stiles can’t hear the reply.

“Okay, fine, you needed my help before, but since you’re such good friends now, complete with secrets and everything, I'm—”

“You’re plenty snarky for everyone, Stiles. She said she’s Elda, she doesn’t know how she got here, she doesn’t know why she’s trapped in this thing with this werewolf and the big ugly wolf, and she said she’s surprised I have any energy left to put up with you after our battle.” Stiles gapes at him. “and I told her that we’re together-together, not just packmates.” Stiles softens at that, but only a little, “And that sometimes you’re very annoying.” Stiles glares again, annoyed, but less so than before.

He thinks back for a moment. “Wait, what did she say after that?”

“Fix this thing and ask her yourself. Consider it motivation from your alpha loverwolf.”

Stiles looks at Elda. “He’s right.” He says to Elda. “He’s the alpha, and it’s very important we always follow his lead. I know I, personally, want to just do whatever boot-licking commands he says, and he’s just full of orders and bossiness and the charm of all those bulging muscles. It must be hard work,” he insinuates heavily on the last two words. He catches Derek looking into the darkness for a moment, and Stiles imagines his eartips are turning red again. “Honestly, I don’t know why he puts up with me, but he does, and we made like, promises to each other and everything, and we go on dates and kiss and stuff, so you know how that goes.”

Derek laughs, and then his smile drops.

Stiles notices the laugh, which has become more frequent lately, but notices nothing particularly odd about it. “What’s wrong?”

The sourwolf looks actually sour for a moment. “Something is wrong. I don’t know what it is.”

“What? That our love will last through time? That we will be the lovers of legends. People will write amazing, raunchy stories about us in the dark places on the internet and it will be amazing! Who doesn’t want that?” He steps closer to the other man, leaning into him. With a stage whisper he adds, “Also, you’re really really sexy in that outfit. Even with the scratches and stuff from skullface over there.” Stiles takes a casual pose, and looks back to Elda.

“Stiles, shut up for a moment.”

Elda looks concerned. “Are you two always like this?” Stiles doesn’t hear her until Derek interprets, and then the spark adds “audio enhancements” to the amulet work for next time.

Following the interpretation, Derek points his thumb at Stiles, “He is like this all the time, but he spends so much talking there’s barely time for anyone else. I’m usually pretty silent. but I’m working on it.” He keeps talking, but Stiles doesn’t notice that his face is looking more strained. “Got a counselor for myself. They focus on supernatural work. We do video calls.” Clearly with resistance, Derek pokes Stiles in the side. “I really love this guy, and as annoying as he is, I can’t actually kick him to the curb.” Derek looks decidedly annoyed now.

“This is true. He’s my favorite Sourwolf. He’s also the only sourwolf I expect I’ll ever know. I love you, wolfykins, my fluffybutt.”

“Do not call—” Derek shakes his head. He looks at Stiles, staring at him, letting his eyes glow.

“You two are absolutely mad, do you know that?” It’s an accurate observation, and Derek is clear that he’s the only one who has realized something is wrong with the excess of chatter from the both of them.

“Well, I’m a human dating a werewolf. One of our rituals is that I make him transform into full wolf and then I comb his fur. He doesn’t let me tell anyone, so, you know, shush on that point, you’re sworn to secrecy.” Elda laughs. Derek shines his eyes brighter at Stiles, who completely ignores the situation. He punches Stiles in the arm.

“Stiles! Stop talking!”

“What, do you—” But Derek clamps a hand over his face and he looks to Elda. Stiles growls at Derek, thinks about the situation and replays it in his head, and growls.

At that, Derek lets-up.

“I thought it was just a one-off, but this guy’s spoken more in the last few minutes than he does in a month. It’s really nice hearing his voice, but I never want it to be because magical forces are making him do it. What kind of spells are on you?”

“I don’t know. All I can tell you is that I’m not a werewolf,” she raises her hands and the beta werewolf copies her exactly. “No matter what I look like right now. And I’ve found that maybe people have a hard time not telling the truth around me. It was useful as a kid, and since my dad and I were attacked and separated, it’s been helpful for survival, but sometimes people say things around me that they would kill for, and then I have to run for it.”

Derek and Stiles glance at each other. This story seems on the up-and-up so far, as much as these things ever can be. Beacon Hills is a supernatural vortex of the weirdest things, and this actually isn’t among the top-ten weird things they’ve encountered.

“I’m in this mess,” she waves around, indicating generally everything at once, “because some idiots caught me gasp when I heard them saying they wanted to eliminate the spark in Beacon Hills so they could kill the pack and take over the territory.” Stiles adds more runes to the set he was drawing on the ground, now that he has a better idea what happened, and he motions for her to continue. “They did some magical stuff to me, and now I’m stuck in this thing, only now I’ve got this wolf here. I can’t control any of this stuff, and I don’t know what to do. I’m glad you had that bomb thing.”

Stiles taps around the runes, incants a few syllables in some mishmash of Latin and Gaelic, and considers the spread for a moment. He looks at Derek, who returns his look with an openly curious expression. “She’s either part fae or she’s been hit with a fae spell. Deaton won’t help with this, though I think I know how we can help with at least part of her problems. I can definitely suppress the part of this magic that wants to eat her, but the beta wolf complicates things after that.”

Derek shakes his head. “This sounds like a Satomi issue.”

Stiles nods, agreeing completely, and then blows onto a circular amulet in his hand, which glows a slight purple.

“Am I correct in thinking that the people you met with, and presumably fought, were not werewolves?”

“No, they seemed like eager and somewhat competent witches of a sort. Not normal witches, but something bad. I didn’t notice the werewolf form until Derek and I fought. It was only me and the thing for days.” At the oblique mention, the beastform slams into the barrier. Elda seems to have some freedom at the moment, not fully compelled to move with it, but clearly putting up a struggle. “Something about you felt safe to me and I think the werewolf agrees. When we noticed that you and Derek were in the same pack, wolfy here just got very into the idea of submitting to him, and I’m noticing a very annoying compulsion to obey Derek’s orders.”

“It sucks on that side of the compulsion spellwork, doesn’t it?” Elda nods. Stiles waves it off. “Look, we’ll get you taken care of.” Stiles taps the amulet against the barrier. The field drops and with it, the beastform drops, too.

Derek shifts and shoves Elda out of the way as soon as she leaps at Stiles. He’s shoving her into the rough bark of a redwood Stiles gracelessly stumbled behind when he first came to the clearing.

“Let me have him!” Elda growled with a fierceness that would have frozen Stile’s thoughts if he hadn’t expected it coming. He hadn’t moved a muscle since the blur of Derek’s charge crossed his line of sight. “He deserves to die!” she screams.

Derek growls the most alpha growl to ever growl, and Stiles is almost proud of him for a moment. It shaves the barest edge of Elda’s rage from her face. “You will calm down right now. Killing my emissary is not up for debate.” But Elda keeps trying to free herself. She puts up a substantial fight, but Derek has the advantage of position.

“Calm yourself, Elda. Pull it back, beta.”

“I’m not a fucking wolf! I told you that!” She’s screaming, confused and furious and being driven mad by some part of the spell again.

Stiles considers this for a moment then reaches in his pocket. He makes two circles on the ground.

“She’s not lying, Derek. I can help. I just missed something about how they’d made the spell work. She really can’t help it…” his voice fades as he switches to Polish and begins a rapid chant.

Derek growls red-eyed at Elda, and through the growl Stiles picks-up a question, “What’s your plan?”

Stiles crosses to within Elda’s line-of-sight again, chanting the entire time. He spreads a line of paste across his fingertips, and crosses toward the werewolf and the reluctant maniac locked in combat.

Elda is clawing at Derek, ripping bark from the tree, slamming her body between the tree and the wolf to dislodge herself.

Stiles holds up his empty hand and states clearly, “Supernova.” Derek recognizes the codeword and slams his eyes shut and pushes his face into Elda’s shoulder to protect himself from the brilliant force of the imminent attack.

The flash that blinds Elda is harmless, but stuns her enough for Stiles to set his coated fingertips against her head. He smears them down her face like a hand-shaped claw mark, causing no harm, but binding her in a spell of dreamless sleep that will last until they get her into the bunker under the Hale House.

“Rest.” He says, while Derek confirms with Stiles that she’s really going to stay out before he lifts her in a fireman’s carry.

Stiles noticed that just as the supernova spell faded, Elda had shifted partly to a beta wolf form. By the time she was falling to the ground from the binding spell, she was back to human. He isn’t sure Derek noticed the change.

“'My dad told me I was a shield.’” Stiles repeats to Derek. It is what he’d heard when he triggered the binding: Elda’s thoughts somehow connected with him for just a moment. He looked at Derek and saw the barest signs that indicate the new beta wolf was already acknowledging the elder as its alpha. Neither Derek nor Elda are going to be pleased when they discover it for themselves.

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Chapter 2

“She said they were the people of the Green Man. From Wales.” Stiles glances back at Elda after telling Derek what he’d just heard. Derek had brought water and some food for Elda. She was hungrier than she thought she would be, but confessed she wasn’t sure when the last ate. Stiles pretends not to take special notice of that, and files it for further investigation when they head back upstairs.

Elda is drying her eyes. She back against the wall of the room in the bunker. They can communicate with her through an opening in the doorway. For several minutes now, Stiles has been talking her through the trip to the house, and described the room she was in as a bunker for self-protection as much as the protection of the pack. She was going to have to be in here only tonight, for sure, and they’d see how things are going tomorrow with her recovery. Magic doesn’t always have predictable recovery patterns in people who were affected by it. Nightmares and flashbacks are among the more obvious, and lesser devastating sorts of things that can happen in cases like hers.

“Oh, I know. But this isn’t a genetic trait, as you certainly guessed. I mean, how does a black American girl from the Pacific Northwest become some of the clan of the Green Man? It’s a tradition I grew up with, just like anyone grows up with traditions, only mine were ancient Celtic and I had no idea of the real-world power. There weren’t any women of the tradition who could help, since my mom had died trying to rescue my brother during some attack I can only barely remember anymore. After dad took me away, it didn’t take long before I started finding out I had powers. It took a long time to realize how often people say way too much to me, since I thought everyone was always that straightforward.”

“I say too much to everyone. It’s not a problem for me, but I understand, since its definitely a problem for him.” He gives Derek a cheesy thumbs up, and gets back a sighs and a nods. Very few things would stop Stiles from talking for long, and in that talking is always some form of oversharing. Derek had to negotiate some household agreements with the pack when they found out too much about their alpha and emissary’s evening and weekend activities together. In a house with a loudmouth and a bunch of hyper-aware supernatural creatures, things that would have been private in a human home just can’t be so in pack.

One fortunate side-effect of Stiles learning magic at the house as the weave of protections he’d placed over entrances, doorways, portals, the house, and the grounds in general. Aside from the overall protection and detection work Deaton and he had done as part of several training assignments, Stiles had also augmented work in the house itself, and especially in the bunker to provide additional protections against hostile magic. This happens to block a lot of the kinds of compulsion spells that would cause people to reveal sworn secrets, including that like Elda naturally uses, among others.

The bunker was not designed to be a prison, but Stiles made sure it could be effective if a short-term lockup was needed. His dad consulted with him on security arrangements and protocols, and the whole pack were drilled on them.

Stiles is interrupted in his reflection when Derek turns to Elda. “You said something to Stiles about being a shield. Can you tell us more about that?”

As far as Elda knows, nothing like that was said, and she looks at Derek like she doesn’t quite believe him. “I don’t think I said anything like that.”

“What did your father tell you?” Stiles puts in, making sure she understands that they know something, even if she didn’t want to acknowledge it. If Stiles had been captured, he’d also want to protect his keepers from discovering too much about him or his pack.

“My father didn’t say anything. He’s dead.”

Stiles shakes his head. Elda either has memory loss, or she’s just lying.

Derek grunts, a sound just shy of a growl. “You don’t seem like you’re good at following directions.”

She is staring at the side wall of her little space and misses confusion passing over Derek’s face when she says, “Only young fish and dead fish follow the stream.” Stiles raises eyebrows at Derek.

“Are you afraid to speak about your powers in case someone tries to use you for their advantage?”

She frowns for several long moments, then looks resigned. “Dad said he couldn’t tell. Like, he literally didn’t know about my part of the tradition because mother never had a chance to teach him, and I was supposed to learn the history of our clan. Such as it was, since we were all but murdered in a series of attacks last year.”

Stiles taps a message on his phone. Derek keeps focused on Elda.

“The women are supposed to teach our traditions, but papa got out of the habit of following the practice. We did some of the rituals, but I didn’t go through the initiation or anything.”

“What does it mean to be a shield?”

Elda shakes her head. “I really don’t know. From what I’ve looked-up, it seems like I’m a shield, but there’s almost nothing trustworthy. Figuring this out is a real stupid mess.”

“What have you guessed so far?”

The next moments are various half-ideas Elda’s had about what it means to be a shield, or what it could apply to. Derek shares the local hunter’s code, “We protect those who cannot protect themselves,” and its clear that concept resonates with Elda.

Isaac comes down the staircase with a tablet and hands it to Stiles. The spark does a search in the electronic bestiary and begins researching. Derek and Elda talk for several more minutes about how a shield might work, and who it might apply to.

Whatever they were saying was interrupted by Stiles. “We’ve got a bestiary, and I think you and I should take a look at that.” He hadn’t looked-up from the tablet long enough to catch the look of mild annoyance on Derek and Elda’s faces. Derek was the first to glance at her and shrug a shoulder.

Elda looks at Stiles. She’s very quiet when she says, “Am I going to change back into that thing?”

“No, you can’t, actually. That spell was disabled and dismantled while we were in the woods. You probably don’t remember the last moments when I took the barrier down, but by the time everything was done, you were pretty much yourself, and you’re going to stay that way.”

Everyone of them needed sleep and as the fatigue was setting-in, the questions and answers back-and-forth got muddled. They called it a night. Elda curled into her cot and into the fluffy covers, and Stiles left the door’s portal open so she could see outside as needed. It would make it easier to hear her if she called for anything, too, though he’d leave it to the werewolves to hear and respond.

“So, 'Only young fish and dead fish follow the stream’? What do you know about that phrase?” Stiles nudged Derek as they climbed the staircase.

Derek smiles weakly. “I figured you would have noticed. My dad said it. He got it from his grandmother, who was part of some interpack negotiating commission dealing with wartime communications and agreements. I don’t want her to know just yet that any of us knows that phrase, since it was a very specific, exclusive group. It gives me a lot of trust in her family, though.”

“No problem. I’d like to know more, if you care to share.” Stiles nudges him again. “Sometime, but not tonight.”

“Do you want to shower together tonight?”

“Oh, hell yes, loveryboy.”

“Don't—” Derek sighs “Sorry, I expected you to be goofing again.”

“Nope” with a pop of the “p”, Stiles puts his arm over Derek’s shoulder. “We’re too tired tonight for any of that. I wish, though, that we’d be able to sleep-in tomorrow. I just don’t see that happening.”

“We’ll just have to be quick about having our fun before the rest of the pack arrive, then won’t we?” Derek says with a wicked smirk.

Stiles slides his hand into Derek’s as they walk around ensuring all the doors and windows are locked, before heading upstairs.

The last thing Isaac hears is, “I love you, Sourwolf,” followed by, “I love you, Stiles,” as the guys head to their bedroom. He tucks himself in a little tighter, feeling warm in the embrace of a pack and a home with such love in it.

———————

Chapter 3

“Someone didn’t get much sleep last night because two someones didn’t turn the bright-ass hall light off,” Isaac says accusingly at the two men who mosey into the kitchen. Both of them groan.

Stiles leans into the staircase that leads to the basement and the bunker and hollers, “I’m sorry, Elda! I forgot! I’ll be down in a couple minutes and we’ll talk about the day.”

Derek stands by Isaac and grabs some portions of the plates of breakfast rolls, scrambled eggs, and sausages, and they start making plans for the day. Stiles grabs a plate and shoves some food onto it, grabbing both a tablet, his satchel, and tumbler of water before dashing downstairs.

When he gets near Elda’s doorway he announces his presence with a hello and hears a distracted grunt in response. Isaac brought her some food and slipped it in the tunnel mechanism that Stiles and the Sheriff had consulted on, and which Derek had installed. It was inspired by the drive-up bank windows, where only one side can be opened at a time, thereby ensuring a safer transaction for both sides.

“I’m sorry again for leaving the light on.”

“Eh, I actually slept kind of alright. I think the fight did it to me. I really don’t want to try sleeping through it a second night, though, so if you could turn it off tonight, I’d appreciate it.”

“Actually, I doubt you’ll be down here tonight. It really wasn’t intended to be semi-permanent or anything, just a sort of way to get ourselves recovered and start over when we’d rested.”

She looked like she hasn’t considered this option, and was now thinking through it.

“Stiles, I gotta ask: Am I under any spells right now? I’m assuming it was your magic that put me to sleep back there.”

“Oh, that wore off as soon as we got in the house. We’ve got some pretty great threat-suppression stuff going on if I do say so myself.”

“And you do, often.” Derek chimes-in from next to Stiles.

“See that expression? It’s a look of fond, warm adoration. He just adores me. Can you tell? It’s written there, right in his eyebrows.”

“You two haven’t gotten any less weird since last night, just so you know.”

“Oh, well, then wait till you meet the rest of the pack. Full of weirdoes. Derek collects them.” Derek also kicks Stiles lightly in the shin.

“Nobody is as bad as this guy, but we do have a real circus here.” Derek promises her. Then he opens his eyes and glances at Stiles.

“Nope, sorry, that’s not the magic anymore. I got rid of that. That was genuinely you fondly oversharing about your love for the menagerie.”

“And now, you’re helping them with breakfast tomorrow.” Derek orders with a smug look.

“No! It’s not my turn! And I didn’t do it: It was your love for your wonderful little pups that inspired that heartfelt confession!”

“They’re all full-grown adults, Stiles. I wish you would join them.” Stiles and Elda both catch the slight grin in Derek’s expression. It is a fond exasperation.

“I’m their pack papa. You’re their pack dad. This is the proper way of things, sugar tits.”

“How do you survive into adulthood?.”

“I’m great, shut your pie-hole and go growl at something.” Derek’s retort was cut short by a sloppy misplaced kiss by Stiles. Barely a corner of Derek’s mouth was caught, but it was enough to stun the man into momentary silence, so he was going to take it as a win from the alpha.

“Did you guys learn anything new from your bestiary?”

“Yes, and my next action item (it sounds like some superhero-type stuff when you say it that way. I just love it.) Action item 1: I have some people to consult this morning and then I want to come back down and have a heart-to-heart about some things. If all goes well with that, we’ll move to Action item 2: Introduce you to the pack at lunchtime, and then Action item three will follow: You’ll join us for practice.”

“Are you guys making me part of your pack?”

“That’s not being offered just yet, but it’s probably best for you to stay here under our protection for a while, just to make sure those losers from Idaho aren’t coming after you with their spells. And you might recognize them before we figure it out, which could help save lives.”

“Oh. That sounds alright, I guess.” She squints at him. “If I get a chance to punch one of them in the face, is that alright?”

“Far be it from me to tell you not to seek retribution against those who have so seriously wronged you, but my dad’s the Sheriff, and unless there’s a really good reason for it, it’s best to avoid the notice of his deputies. It’s hard enough with how often we’re around and helping him with the supernatural cases and helping come up with plausibly deniable reasons for whatever horrible, twisted, terrible, or weird thing has happened.”

“I thought you guys were weird, but if its that bad, is it something in the water?” She says while trying to look through the clear fluid in her cup.

“What? The weirdo-factor?” Following her nod, Stiles rolls his head, popping a joint and sighing slightly at the sudden relief.. “It’s a tough job being at one of the global hotspots for supernatural activity, and we’ve got a few magical influences around that keep drawing new things to our territory. We prefer those things come for protection and have something to offer in return, or if they’re here to cause trouble, we’ll neutralize them.”

“That sounds serious.”

“We adopted pretty much the same philosophy as the hunters around here, and frankly, it was because their matriarch was one of our packmates. Any hunters who wish to come into our territory are required to abide by the law or face serious consequences.” Stiles leaves no room for uncertainty about how final those consequences could be.

“I’m glad I ran into you guys. I mean, the circumstances were terrible and Derek got hurt and all, but if you didn’t try to help, it could have ended really badly for me.”

“True, but we also learned from you that we’ve attracted some unwanted attention from the wretches in that coven-gone-wrong.”

“I’m glad you guys don’t mind witches. Green Men are part of a lot of witchy practices.”

“In a different magical tradition, I could be considered a witch. I prefer spark, for an assortment of minor reasons, but I wouldn’t be offended to be called a witch.”

“How would those guys have known who you were?”

“That is a very good question. I’ve asked the hunter network and our supernatural allies around the pacific northwest if anyone knows about them and what the beef could be with the alpha’s mate plus emissary plus spark of the Hale pack. Usually any one of those would be deterrent enough, but not for these dorks.”

“I could have killed you, Stiles. I’m so sorry that you got caught in any of this.”

He shrugs, and checks his phone for the text that just came in. “Time for me to go to our meeting. I’ll come back when we’re done. You have full streaming access to watch whatever, so please enjoy a bit more time for rest before I come back, okay?”

With her set for keeping herself entertained while the pack business happens upstairs, Stiles turns the light in the hall down to half. She has her own light and light controls for her room, but the gesture of remembering to turn the light in the hall down earned him a quiet chuckle.

Up in the main floor of the Hale house, in the main open area, the pack meeting is in progress.

A few of the pack members drove to the house, but the rest join by video call. A large movie screen at the end of the room serves its secondary role as projector for the remote participants.

Derek describes the events of the previous night, and is just telling of what happened as Stiles dropped the barrier as the spark himself enters the room and plops next to Derek. He waves at the people in the room, and then at the camera for the remote packmates.

“So, he pulled it down, the skull-faced wolf disappeared and that’s when she leapt for Stiles.”

Stiles put a hand on the leg Derek had crossed at the ankle over his other knee and squeezed a silent “thank you”.

“And he blasted her with the supernova —” there was a chorus of squints and groans from the wolves. They’d all been on the receiving end of the stunning bright blast during practice sessions so they knew what it meant if Stiles said it, or if they wanted him to use it in a battle. It hurt the wolves’ sensitive eyes pretty badly, enough to incapacitate most wolves for several seconds.

Derek turns to Stiles. “Does she still think she’s not a wolf?”

“As far as she knows, she is not a wolf.”

Danny pops in. “You two aren’t saying the same thing. Can you clarify?”

Stiles leans forward and claps his hands together. “She’s not lying, but she doesn’t have all the information. In fact, she may not be a wolf, but I am pretty sure, and I want to test her after we’re done here. At best, we’ve got a reluctant werewolf without a pack, who needs our kind of support to help her deal with learning how to use and manage her wolfy powers. But we also need to prepare for other cases, including that she’s got some sort of magic I couldn’t detect on her, or that her memory of being a wolf was wiped-out by something bad.” He sits back for a moment. “I don’t think she was a werewolf before last night, though.”

Lydia pops in. “Did you bite her, Derek?”

Derek thinks back to the fight. “I might have, I don’t have any specific memory of doing so.”

“And claws are usually better for attacks,” Scott adds. Most of the others nod. Doing a grab or a swipe is substantially less risky than going for a bite.

Derek looks at Stiles. “Is there a chance she would have changed so quickly? It would be extremely soon, even considering how fast Scott changed when he was bitten.”

Stiles replies with another question. “Do you remember if anything seemed different about her before that bite versus after?”

Derek closes his eyes and tries to look back. He looks for swipes along the neck, bites, cuts, or something that could have triggered the change. “I think I tried to bite her once when she missed me, but it was almost nothing. I’m not even sure I broke skin.”

Stiles subtly glances at Lydia’s panel, and then to Danny. They’ve both been heavily involved in the digitization and interpretation of the bestiary into modern English. Danny’s taken care of most of the digital cross-referencing and machine-learning related to looking for supernatural patterns and whatnot. There is a lot left to do, but they both know more than anyone else about the contents, and Stiles wanted to see if they had any reactions to Derek’s news.

Lydia did. “Magical acceleration?"

Danny shook his head. "I’ve got nothing on this one.”

“I’m guessing there was acceleration caused by the already mutated spell on her. They’d actually attached a thought-form to her, so she wasn’t actually the one who attacked. If you bit it, I’m guessing that its parasitic link to her fed the energy of the alpha bite to her. But it’s hard to say that was it, anyway. There’s a whole lot about magic I don’t know, and certainly more to know that I could ever learn.”

He tries not to look at Derek, but as he pulls his head downward for a moment, he checks his periphery. What’s running behind the carefully stoic look of consideration is worry and guilt: Derek thinks he turned someone against her will.

“We will bring that up with Deaton later. I want to get back to her after taking care of a couple other things.”

Derek nods to Isaac and the beta leads the rest of the agenda. Stiles scoots a little closer to Derek, taking his hand and holding it assuredly.

There are two wolves dealing with some pretty complicated things today, and only one of them even realizes it.

Later, Stiles comes downstairs with a little less bounce in his step this time. Elda notices.

“Things didn’t go well during the meeting, huh?” Stiles appreciates her perceptive abilities. Reading people well is a key resource for a pack to have, and it can be hard to find people receptive to the idea of joining a wolfpack if they aren’t already a wolf, or closely affiliated with a wolf. Stiles, Lydia, and Danny, are examples of packmates who aren’t wolves, but each have at least some supernatural influences in their lives.

“The meeting was fine, actually. I’d like to tell you all about it, but after we complete a couple non-invasive tests. Is that okay?”

Elda has no reason to deny his request, and nothing she can to do about it anyway. She nods.

“Wait, can you tell me what a spark is? I knew about werewolves from Dad’s stories, and a little of what I remember about mom. They’re allies of the Green Man, and sometimes tales say they’re avatars of the Green Man himself.”

“I’m a human with the ability to use some kinds of magic. With training, I can learn different kinds of magical paths, but my primary focus is in the non-aligned spark tradition. It’s not a religious or spiritual path, though it is closely aligned with the workings of nature. Perhaps it would be druid-adjacent.” At Elda’s nod, he continues. “I have no supernatural transformation abilities built-in, but I can use magic to craft some things that give the appearance or temporary ability to transform into another form. When it comes to the supernatural abilities, we sparks gotta bring everything from home.”

“You’re a bit of a weirdo. Is that a spark thing or a Beacon Hills thing?”

“Everyone would say it was a me thing, but frankly, some of our pack members found themselves drawn here for reasons they still can’t explain, but joining the pack seems to answer a question for them they didn’t know they had. I think it’s part of the power of the nemeton.”

“You guys have one of those?”

“Yes, and it moves around. Very difficult to find unless it wants me to find it. So I try to work on having some spells and rituals ready to work when I’m near it. I’m trying to heal it.”

“Dad was right. In the end, your stewardship work and mine get to the same end result: Restore nature where it has been harmed.”

Stiles pulls the security tray open. “Oh! Thanks for putting the dishes in here. Makes things quicker.” He pulls it out and sets it on the little table across the hall. In its place in the tray he puts a stick of mountain ash, a sprig of wolfsbane with the flowers, and a sprig of mistletoe. With a push of the tray inward, he asks, “Can you take each of these one-by-one and tell me what you think about it?”

She stands and looks into the tray. “Why are you testing me for werewolf weaknesses?”

Stiles says nothing. She reaches for the mistletoe first and holds it. After a sneeze, she drops it back in the tray. “Not linking that so much.” She touches the mountain ash next, and finds she can’t pick it up. It’s like there was a thin, powerful field keeping her from making contact with it.

Curious, she notices the fork she’d forgotten to put in the tray and uses it to poke at the ash. It moves exactly as she expected. As soon as she tries to touch it again, it’s practically immobile.

“This is new.” Stiles nods, as curious as she is. He’s almost disappointed that this is the way things are turning out. It would have saved Derek some grief if he weren’t the one to changed her, and would save her a lifetime of dealing with the risks and benefits of werewolfdom.

She reaches for the wolfsbane and hisses. He can hear the searing of her fingertips.

“What the fuck is going on Stiles. Why can’t I touch these things?”

“The parasitic entity that your unfriends in Idaho set on you was also unintentionally funneling supernatural energies down to you. While it’s true you didn’t take the bite yourself, it’s our working theory that the entity passed the power of the bite to you when you were attacked.”

“I’m not a wolf.”

“You are a woman of the Green. Technically, you will appear to others as a werewolf, but you will also have your supernatural powers and potential that you currently have. That’s as far as we know, but we’re very confident in this.” He sighs. “Its not going to be a simple change for you, but there is time to train you before the full moon. And if I’m right about something else I’m investigating, I think we may also help you access some more of your Green tradition abilities. In this, you have an advantage and a choice that I do not: I could never become a werewolf and keep my spark abilities, which means a werewolf is all I could ever be. Your tradition is a magical heritage, partly genetic, and it’s part of you in a way that my abilities historically cannot be.”

He looks to her to gauge her interest. It’s not a trivial commitment, and he does want to honor their promise not to hold her captive. He’s uncertain of what she’ll choose. After a minute or so, she seems to have come to some conclusion.

“Do I get to meet everyone at lunch?”

Not quite what he was expecting, but it makes sense to want to meet some other wolves. Derek and Isaac are the only ones she’s seen lately. He nods.

“Let’s do that. I need to see what I’m getting into. And don’t think I didn’t notice that this also means I need to stay with your pack for a while.”

“It’s not a requirement that you stay with our pack. Satomi isn’t far, and if you wanted to train your werewolf abilities with her she’d be better than us in some ways. We’d like you to stay here and see if you also might some day decide to call this territory you home. At that time, it’s possible you may also want to join the pack. I’m not promising anything now, but I know it’s important for a wolf to know she has a home.”

“Omegas?”

“Yes, the risk of creating a werewolf unwillingly is that they may have little or no control over their abilities, and they are forced to live a lonely life or be discovered and murdered by hunters.”

“The same hunters you are allied with?”

“Our agreement with those hunters is unique in the details, but it’s been used as a model for other overlapping territories, too. If you train with us, you will learn all of this.”

Stiles has held himself studiously. She needed clear, direct answers. If he hedged on anything without good reason, she’d be suspicious. It’s in her personality and it’s a path of reasoning she’s come to after years of experience with the Confession Compulsion, as he calls it.

Which sends him into a momentary mental spiral of wondering about church confessions and the impact of people using this sort of ability there, even if they don’t realize it. There are risks that we take when he hear other people’s secrets, even if the secret is hidden even to us. Some people will take extreme measures to reduce or eliminate risk, so—

“Earth to Stiles?”

“Sorry, yes, I got distracted.” He glances at the clock. “I forgot my meds. I’m sorry, I’m usually pretty good about them.

"It’s alright, man. Let’s just take this one step at a time and work on lunch next. I’m pretty hungry.”

“Werewolves eat like pigs. I swear. And you can tell them I said so; I already tell them it to their faces. Ugh.”

For the first time since they met, Stiles thinks he sees a genuine smile cross her face. She looks down and lets out a fond sigh.

“I can see what Derek sees in you. It’s not for me, but I think I get it now.”

“He’s my favorite sourwolf.”

———————

Chapter 4

Derek, Stiles, and Elda stand at the center of the yard in front of the Hale house. Derek and Stiles carry various magical supplies, books, and materials for their day-long work at the nemeton. Elda stands in front of them, grinning.

“Ready, pack pops?”

Derek looks at Stiles. “That was your doing.”

Stiles looks fondly at Derek. “It was your inspiration!”

Derek nudges Stiles with his hips, knocking the human a foot to the side.

“Hips are not for hurting, Derek!” Stiles admonishes with exaggerated flabbergast.

“Oh, I’m sure I heard differently, depending what you do with them.” She calls loudly, toward the house. “Isn’t that right, Isaac?”

“Damn right, it sure is!” Isaac calls back, loud enough for even Stiles to hear.

Stiles coughs and Derek blushes with bright-red ears.

“You know, if I ever figure out how to find the nemeton as fast as you can, I’m going to stop inviting you along.”

“Lies.” Elda isn’t taking any guff from these two. They’re both marshmallows on the inside.

“Oh, no, I would, because you’re a terrible person.”

She deflects Stiles’ attempt at backtalk. “Lies and slander.”

“Get on with it, Greenie. Time’s a-wastin’.” The silly chiding is still new, coming from Derek, but welcome. She and Stiles both beam at him, and the red-tipped ears flush darker again. He’s still not great about taking compliments, but the progress is beautiful.

Four months ago Elda was dubious about the whole werewolf life, but the pack impressed upon her the right kinds of caring and support that helped her learn her anchor, how to control her shift, and eventually how to fully shift. Most of the other wolves outside the direct Hale family line can’t fully shift, but Deaton and Stiles suspect it is her unique blend of magical traditions and supernatural aspects that have linked her with the wolf as powerfully as the Hales themselves.

They helped her find out what happened to her dad, too. It took some brilliant detective work by Danny, Lydia, and Stiles to find and follow the trail of clues. When they found him last week, they invited him to Beacon Hills to meet her, and he is selling just about everything so he can start a new life in the Hale territory around Beacon Hills. She hopes that one day he will join the pack, too.

It may not be what her mother had intended for her, but she can’t help but feel that her role in reviving the nemeton as a stabilizing force in the supernatural world will make it easier to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to welcome those who seek a good home.

Stiles shivers in a squat, rubbing his hands up-and-down the sleeves covering his crossed arms. He’s trying to keep blood circulating, and starts working on a warming spell when he senses a zing of magic being activated in the preserve. It was centered in the direction he ran away from. The shivering seems relentless, getting more noticeable on his hip where he keeps – oh, the phone. He slips it out of his pocket and unlocks it with a touch.

“Stiles, I need you here. Had to use your emergency kit. Sending you my location." The call disconnect tone sounds.

Score one for the alpha. Very hot, 10/10, would abandon in battle again.

Yes. That’s – No? Wait, what?

"This doesn’t make any sense,” is what Stiles is muttering when he glances at them.

“What is this, Stiles.”

“Tell me what the hell this is, Stiles.”

“How long do we have before it breaks out?”

“It wasn’t going to eat you, Stiles.” Stiles looks at Derek, then at the creatures, and gives a doubtful look. “Killing you was probably its purpose.”

“What? Why?” The indignant squawk from Stiles is muffled by Derek’s thick hand slapping over his mouth, startling him into silence.

With a glance at the skull-faced wolf form, he reconsiders. “Are you sure?”

Stiles looks at her for a moment.

"Derek, give them a command to rest.”

Derek does a sort of forceful, but pillowy growl. Stiles doesn’t know how else to describe it, and decides not to mention to the alpha that there was any such idea that crossed his mind.

“And Skeletor-wolf there? What’s its story?”

“I’m so proud of you, Derek! Your pop-culture references are on-point today!” He pats the well-muscled man on the rounded, beefy shoulder. “Can you talk to them while I check things out?”

“I’m Derek, Alpha of the Hale pack, and this is our annoying human packmate, Stiles.”

The woman and the beta glance at Stiles, then Derek, then back to Stiles. They seem curious, and not bloodthirsty. Stiles counts that as a win.

“Whatever, dude. You were slow on making introductions. I can’t believe nobody taught you these manners.” Derek growls at the annoying spark, feeling very much like smacking him on the back of the head and earning another 'hands are not for hurting’ lecture from the other man.

Derek mutters something in an undertone and Stiles can’t hear the reply.

“Okay, fine, you needed my help before, but since you’re such good friends now, complete with secrets and everything, I’m –”

He thinks back for a moment. “Wait, what did she say after that?”

“Fix this thing and ask her yourself. Consider it motivation from your alpha loverwolf.”

Derek laughs, and then his smile drops.

Stiles notices the laugh, which has become more frequent lately, but notices nothing particularly odd about it. “What’s wrong?”

The sourwolf looks actually sour for a moment. “Something is wrong. I don’t know what it is.”

“Stiles, shut up for a moment.”

Elda looks concerned. “Are you two always like this?” Stiles doesn’t hear her until Derek interprets, and then the spark adds “audio enhancements” to the amulet work for next time.

“This is true. He’s my favorite Sourwolf. He’s also the only sourwolf I expect I’ll ever know. I love you, wolfykins, my fluffybutt.”

“Do not call–” Derek shakes his head. He looks at Stiles, staring at him, letting his eyes glow.

“Stiles! Stop talking!”

“What, do you–” But Derek clamps a hand over his face and he looks to Elda. Stiles growls at Derek, thinks about the situation and replays it in his head, and growls.

At that, Derek lets-up.

Derek shakes his head. “This sounds like a Satomi issue.”

Stiles nods, agreeing completely, and then blows onto a circular amulet in his hand, which glows a slight purple.

“Am I correct in thinking that the people you met with, and presumably fought, were not werewolves?”

Derek shifts and shoves Elda out of the way as soon as she leaps at Stiles. He’s shoving her into the rough bark of a redwood Stiles gracelessly stumbled behind when he first came to the clearing.

“Calm yourself, Elda. Pull it back, beta.”

“I’m not a fucking wolf! I told you that!” She’s screaming, confused and furious and being driven mad by some part of the spell again.

Stiles considers this for a moment then reaches in his pocket. He makes two circles on the ground.

Derek growls red-eyed at Elda, and through the growl Stiles picks-up a question, “What’s your plan?”

Elda is clawing at Derek, ripping bark from the tree, slamming her body between the tree and the wolf to dislodge herself.

“Rest.” He says, while Derek confirms with Stiles that she’s really going to stay out before he lifts her in a fireman’s carry.

#thedaughterofkings #stereksanta18 #*fic18 #*gifts18

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demonzdust · 6 years

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I’ve never done any kind of even slightly ABO fic, but as none exist for sceo, I felt a duty to give it a go. It’s not finished yet, but I wanted to publish sort of a long preview for the last theme of SceoWeek. So....definitely not my usual stuff, but good to try new things.

Title: Agreement Rating: Explicit Relationship: Scott McCall/Theo Raeken, Derek Hale/Jackson Whittemore (brief mention - probably more of it in the full fic) Summary: As Scott turns into the six month anniversary of his eighteenth birthday his body begins to undergo a new transformation that threatens to drive him mad. After advice from Derek, he seeks release in the form of a chimera that’s been trying to worm his way back into the pack since summer started.

When the pangs and urges first started to wrack his body, Scott wrote it off as irritability due to the summer humidity drifting through Beacon Hills, or the fact that he’s been single for the longest time he can remember since he first started dating. But as the days rolled by and the symptoms seemed to be getting worse he began to wonder if it might be something else.

The heat that rolled up his neck and curled tightly in his hips, the uncomfortable feeling that seeped through his blood, the sensation that there’s was some kind of monster within him ripping at his insides like it’s trying to free itself, they all only seemed to be getting stronger.

He was hot and irritable nearly all the time, and he suddenly found himself being uncharacteristically grouchy to everyone around him. He growled at Liam when the beta wolf had disagreed with him over some stupid lacrosse conversation, yelled at Malia when she ignored his instructions, and snapped at his mother when she’d asked him to do a simple task for her.

That’s when it was obvious that there was something really wrong.

He wished he had Stiles around to talk him down, but if he called him and asked for help (with anything really) Stiles would drop everything and race back to Beacon Hills. And that just wasn’t acceptable. Scott was not going to ruin his best friend’s chances at college just because he couldn’t handle a surge in his hormones.

So he kept it to himself. He apologized to his friends and mother, and offered up the excuse of nerves about being soon to start at UC Davis.

It would pass, he told himself. Just like when he hit puberty, or when he first became a werewolf, it would pass with time.

But it didn’t. Or at least it didn’t pass fast enough.

The urges, which had initially just been a random bag of urges he’d always felt (protective of his pack mixed with the standard package of horny teenage needs) started to give way to urges that Scott considered much more out of place and shameful.

He worried about the kinds of things he was beginning to want to do, and who he wanted to do them with.

As the hottest days of summer hit Beacon Hills, all Scott McCall could think about was sex.

Damn it. He thought one particularly brutal day as he stood in front of his air conditioner. I’m eighteen, I’m not a virgin, I thought I was over this. What the hell is wrong with me?

His phone buzzed in his pocket just as he thought the question, and he swore as even the slightest vibration in his pants made his dick swell.

Really? He wanted to just scream at himself. A freaking phone vibration sets you off now? This is becoming really really pathetic...

It’s a message from Liam asking him if he wants to go to the gym.

No thanks. I already worked out this morning, and I’m not really feeling that well.

It was a lie. He’d been in his room all morning, but it was a hell of a lot better of an answer than “No I don’t think so - I’m kind of worried that I’ll just be thinking about how I want to bend you over the bench and fuck you and that’s kind of weird because I’ve never even thought about you like that till a few weeks ago but now I just want to fuck everything that moves. Especially other werewolves.”

Yeah, the truth just didn’t feel appropriate to share.

The day after, he’d decided that it would be better just to stay in his room again. He decided the same thing the following day. And the day after that.

About a week into his self-enforced isolation, he started noticing another problem. One that made him think he might have some sort of weird werewolf STD. He thought about calling Deaton and explaining the symptoms, but that just felt so embarrassing he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

His friends were starting to worry about him, and he was starting to worry about himself.

How long could he keep himself locked away in his room? Rubbing it out and then soaking in an ice cold bath provided only momentary relief. In minutes he’d be hard and frustrated all over again.

He felt like he was beginning to lose his mind, and finally, he broke down and called someone.

“Scott?” Derek’s voice sounded confused on the other end. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Scott answered miserably. “I’m having a problem. There’s something wrong with me, can you talk?”

Derek sighed, as if he’d been in the middle of something, but Scott could hear the sounds of his footsteps and then a closing door as he obviously found somewhere private.

“Yeah,” Derek replied after a moment. “What’s up?”

Not needing to be told twice, Scott launched into a lengthy description of the problems he’d been having. He spared no details, from the crude fantasies that tormented his thoughts to the hard swelling he couldn’t seem to rid himself of at the base of his dick.

“And sometimes it just won’t go away.” He half whined, half growled into the phone. “Like I jerk it, and the swelling goes down everywhere but there. And it’s starting to get fucking painful.”

At that Derek laughed.

“You think this is funny?!” Scott demanded, feeling fury start to gather up in him. “I feel like I’m losing my mind and dying over here and-”

“Oh get over yourself.” Derek shot back. “You’re not losing your mind or dying.”

“Well then what the hell is happening to me?” Scott demanded, still a bit relieved to hear that Derek knows what’s going on.

“You turned eighteen recently, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, like six months ago...?”

“Mmhmm.” Derek hums smugly, reverting to the tone he typically reserves for instances in which he gets to hold his werewolf knowledge over Scott’s head. “You’re becoming a man and there’s a hormonal shift happening. A lot of werewolves have similar problems with the moodiness and general assholery when they turn eighteen.”

There was something in Derek’s voice that made Scott feel as if the topic is a bit closer to Derek at the moment than he’s letting on but Scott isn’t sure why. Derek turned eighteen several years ago...why would this be a source of frustration for him right now?

“So yeah, it’s even worse if you’re an alpha werewolf.” Derek goes on, before Scott can question him more on the subject’s relevance to him. “It’s rare that someone becomes an alpha before turning eighteen, but there are a few rare cases...”

“Yeah, that’s all great, but what about the-”

“The knot?” Derek interrupts, and Scott can only assume that he means the swelling.

“Yeah.”

“That’s something that happens to alpha werewolves every so often, particularly if your...uh...needs haven’t been met in a while.” Derek says, and Scott can practically feel him smirking on the other end. “It’s natural, it doesn’t happen that frequently, but it will every so often, especially while you’re going through this transformation.”

“Okay, but how do I get rid of it?” Scott blurts out.

“How do you think you get rid of it?” Derek replies.

“Fuck.” Scott growls. “It won’t just pass?”

“I mean it will eventually.” Derek admits. “But this could take months, hell it could take a year. You haven’t been able to rub it out? When was the last time you tried?”

Scott flushes. He’d been furiously at it only moments ago. The only thing he’d done between that and calling Derek was wash his hands.

“Recently.” was all he said in answer.

“Hmm.” Derek replied and Scott could tell that this time Derek was a bit confused. “It must have to do with the whole alpha before turning eighteen thing. Usually you can just rub it out...”

“Great.” Scott said, frustratedly. “So I’m stuck with this for a year...I guess I might as well just drop out of college now. There’s no way I’m going to be sitting through classes thinking about jumping on every person in the class.”

“Well, it’s probably only if there are other werewolves in the class.” Derek said. “But, really Scott. Isn’t there anyone that could maybe help you out with this? Like you don’t necessarily have to lock yourself in your room and suffer...”

“Oh yeah, Derek, let me just jump on one of my packmates and beg them to let me fuck them.” Scott said, his voice almost as sarcastic as Stiles. “I’m sure that wouldn’t destroy my relationship with them or be awkward at all once this is all over...like seriously I don’t know what the fuck you think sometimes...”

“Okay,” Derek replied, and Scott could hear the tension and annoyance in his voice now. “I’m going to remember that those are your hormones talking right now and let that go.”

“I’m sorry.” Scott sighed guiltily. “I just...I couldn’t ask any of them for something like that. It would be so weird and creepy.”

“That’s fine.” Derek replied, seemingly satisfied with the apology. “It doesn’t have to be someone in your pack. It just needs to be someone supernatural, and ideally close to your age. What about someone in Satomi’s pack?”

“I can’t do that!” Scott objects. “That could get so political...and what if I act like an asshole? Or like hurt them by accident?”

“Well, is there anyone you know that you might feel less guilty about doing this with?” Derek asks, as if it’s a normal question. “Someone that maybe you’re not that close with but might be open to it?”

There was a long pause as someone that met those specifications popped into his mind. Someone supernatural and tough, someone close to his age, someone he’d feel a little less guilty about hurting if things got too heated, someone that would probably be up for all of the above.

Someone he’d even been attracted to before.

“I’m going to take your silences as a ‘yes but I don’t want to tell you who’.” Derek said after a minute.

Scott’s about to object again when he hears a door slam roughly on Derek’s end of the phone.

“Derek?” a familiar sounding impatient voice sounds in the background. “Where the hell?”

“Shit.” Derek whispers. “I have to go. I’ll text you some stuff about what to expect with the whole knotting thing.”

“Wait-” Scott says, suddenly recognizing the second voice. “Is that Jackson? Are you in London?”

“Look.” Derek snapped back at him. “You’re not the only eighteen-year-old werewolf with problems, alright?”

“Is Jackson having the same problems that I am?” Scott stubbornly insisted on having an answer. “Tell me, or I’m calling you right back!”

“No, his are different.” Derek answered in a hurried whisper. “He wants different stuff. But don’t worry he’s also being a whiny asshole about it.”

“Yeah but he was always an asshole...”

Derek hung up on him, but followed through with his promise to text some more advice.

* * *

Scott wrestled with himself for hours. His phone buzzed several times with concerned texts from his friends, but he ignored them as he considered his options over and over again.

He could stay in his room for the rest of the summer and hope his body stops tormenting him by the time he needed to move into his dorm in UC Davis. That would require answering a lot of awkward questions from his friends and family, and also a good deal of suffering.

Of course, that was assuming it even did blow over by college.

It was also assuming that he wouldn’t lose his mind, which he feels very near too. He was also starting to worry about hurting someone.

What if someone threatened Beacon Hills while he was in this confusing state? What if he killed them out of pure fury?

That didn’t seem like a great plan.

Then there was Option B. The option that Derek had guessed very correctly, that he didn’t want to share out of pure embarrassment: Theo Raeken.

The fact that he was even considering throwing himself into the hands of Theo to resolve this for him, really went to prove how close to insane he’d become. But the more he thinks about it, the more it starts to seem like the only real option.

Theo was strong, Scott wasn’t worried about hurting him like he was about anyone else. He was probably the only person in the town that Scott would be okay fucking and then never speaking to again. He’s also the only person he knows (save perhaps Malia) that would be open to a one-off proposition like that.

Also his dick jumps every time he even thinks so much as Theo’s name.

Of course, he’s not really sure what would be in it for Theo...

Would he be into it for the sex? He’s seen Theo flaunt his sexuality to tease and entice others, but he’s never seen Theo act particularly lusty. Theo seemed like he was more focused on getting ahead than getting laid.

Would he offer to help Scott out because he really owed him one anyway? Theo’d metaphorically fucked Scott in the past so maybe he’d realize that he should let Scott fuck him just so the score between them could be settled. Scott hated himself for thinking that, but the line of thought was contagious in his mind’s diseased state.

Perhaps Theo would try to extort some kind of favor in return. He was sure there must be something the scheming chimera wanted. There always was.

Or maybe Theo would be more devious and consent so that he could use it against Scott at some future date.

Would Theo even agree at all? Scott wasn’t even sure what he’d do if Theo flat out refused.

Scott rung his hands over and over again. He scratched his neck irritably, as he paced the room and contemplated the millions of ways in which propositioning Theo could go terribly wrong.

Assuming Theo consented, then what would happen? Would he feel guilty if he hurt Theo, or did dirty degrading things to him? Yeah, he probably would...but not nearly as guilty as he’d feel if he had done them with anyone else.

In many ways going to Theo felt like a recipe for disaster, but it still seemed safer than losing his mind and ripping the next person that bothered him in half.

By nightfall he was more or less decided.

At around 9pm he made his way to Theo Raeken’s house via the most shadowy streets and paths that Beacon Hills had to offer. He didn’t want to be seen by his friends or anyone else.

He pulls his red hoodie up over his head as he slips out of the shadows and makes his way up the stairs of Theo’s front door. Another surge of guilt hit him when he realized that the last time he had to sneak around to get laid was probably seeing Allison.

If only she could see him now. Lurking like some kind of creep, about to ask one of his worst enemies for the werewolf version of Netflix and chill.

But it’s too late to turn back now.

After hitting Theo’s doorbell he stuffed his hands nervously into his hoodie pockets and waited. When the door creaked open, Scott was relieved to see that he’d at least gotten the house right. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure if Theo was living in the same house he’d occupied before he’d spent that time underground.

“I take it something isn’t going well for you?” Theo asked, pulling the door all the way open and slouching against the door frame. If he could smell the hormones wafting off Scott in waves, he certainly didn’t let it show on his cold collected features. “You must be really desperate if you’re here to talk to me...”

Scott hated how right Theo was.

“I need your help.” he almost barked out.

* * *

Theo had been waiting for this moment all summer. He knew a time would come when Scott McCall would need his help for something, and that it would give him the ability to slowly re-ingratiate himself with the pack. He just can’t believe that the timing had worked out so perfectly.

He needed Scott’s protection and to be a part of his pack more at the moment than he ever had before. But why he needed it, or the fact that he needed it all, he decided to keep to himself.

He looks at Scott, taking in the thick scents of lust and frustration emanating from him. The scent was kind of appealing to be honest.

What exactly did Scott want?

* * *

“I...” Scott said slowly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I...need you to let me fuck you.”

It was hard not to want to kill himself when the words left his mouth.

“You...need that?” Theo asked, amusedly as he folded his arms and looked him up and down. “Or you just want that?”

Scott wanted to punch him.

Of course Theo was planning on busting his chops a little before giving him an answer. What had made him think he would do anything else?

“Do you really think I’d be here, if it wasn’t something I needed?” Scott growled. “I’m obviously having a werewolf problem.”

“It seems like you’re having a personal problem to me.”

“Fine! I’m having a personal werewolf problem.” Scott shot back. “Are you happy? Does that make a difference to you?”

“Marginally.” Theo said, smoothly. “So...your problem will just go away if I let you fuck me?”

Scott could swear he saw Theo change his posture slightly so that his hip jutted more noticeably out. Was he...taunting him?

“Yes.” Scott growled again. “It will.”

“And it has to be me?”

“No. It could be anyone.”

“So, then why-”

“Because it’s more convenient if it’s you.”

Wow. Scott thought to himself as the words left his mouth. That was...really cold. Even if it is true...

“I see.” Theo said after letting Scott’s admission hang in the air for a few moments.

“Look, if you’re going to say no then-”

“Did I say no?”

Scott had looked down at his feet through most of the conversation. He didn’t need Theo’s extremely fuckable body in front of him right now, but Theo’s last words made him finally look up into the chimera’s eyes again.

“Will you?” he asked, his voice both guilty and hopeful. “Can I...?”

Theo looked at him and bit his lip as if he was considering something. Or maybe the lip-biting was just another way to try to torment him.

If so, it worked.

“Tell you what,” Theo said after another few moments of infuriatingly arousing lip-chewing. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, if...” his eyes flickered evilly, “...you protect me like I’m one of your pack. Oh and, Scott, I really mean whatever.”

Scott’s blood surged at Theo’s emphasis on whatever, but he managed to keep himself still for at least another moment. He knows he needs to clarify exactly what the terms of their agreement are.

“What do you mean, ‘protect’ you?” he asked. “Is something after you?”

“I mean, if I’m in any trouble, you have to let me be near you. Possibly stay at your your house or you stay here with me. If I get in any trouble you’ll tell anyone that’s after me that I’m under your protection.”

That you’re mine. Scott thought, but then quickly corrected himself. Theo wasn’t his, and he didn’t want Theo to be his.

“Fine.” Scott agreed, even though Theo didn’t really answer his question about someone being after him. The blood rushing to his hips made it harder and harder to think. “I’ll protect your sorry ass the next time you screw someone over and they come looking for you.”

Theo nodded.

“Well then,” he said, stepping aside. “Why don’t you come in?”

Everything in Scott screamed at him to tackle Theo to the ground and ravish him, but there was something else he wanted to clarify, or at least make Theo aware of.

“Theo...there’s something else you should know...”

“That you want to knot me and that you’re worried about losing control and hurting me?” Theo asked, his tone somewhere between nonchalant and smug.

Scott just stared at him, a bit dumbfounded. Did Theo really just not care about that at all?

“I’m not stupid, Scott.” Theo says, just as collected as if they were talking about the weather. “I’ve known about werewolves for a long time. I know enough about the lore and enough about you to figure out why you’re here asking me for this and not anyone else you know.”

Scott didn’t need to be told a second time. Confident that Theo knew exactly what he was getting into, he leapt into the house and slammed the door behind them.

He didn’t waste time moving into a bedroom or even to the living room sofa, and instead just pushed Theo right down onto the floor in front of the door.

His hands moved up Theo's shirt and slid over hardened muscles as he pushed the chimera’s back flat down on the against the cool wooden boards of the floor. He bit Theo's lip between his teeth and growled as he ground his hips down onto him.

But Theo didn't sit there passively. Almost immediately his hands found Scott’s hips, and his nails dug into the alphas flesh as he spread his knees to give Scott greater access to him. He returned the bite, but with a loose slutty suction that only made Scott hungrier.

Feeling Theo's length begin to harden against his own, Scott pushed his tongue into his mouth and rut harder against him.

“You tell me if you need to stop.” he said breathlessly as he broke his mouth away and ripped Theo's shirt over his head. “If it's too much, or if you change your mind, all you have to do is say ‘stop’.”

He needed Theo to know that. That he could end this at any time. That he didn't have to continue if didn't want to.

At that, Theo laughed.

“You really think I'd need that?” He asked, bitter and amused. “You think a hard fuck from you would be even close to the worst thing that’s ever had happen to me?”

His hand found Scott’s belt and he yanked it open.

“Don't make me laugh.” He said, as he pulled Scott’s zipper down and reached inside.

Scott hissed with pleasure as Theo's fingers wrapped around his swelling cock. He leaned back on his heels and allowed Theo to sit up far enough to lean forward and kiss the base of it as his pants fell lower down on his hips.

Fuck. Theo's lips felt so soft and fucking amazing. Every bit as soft and amazing as he'd always thought they would.

His hand twisted tightly into Theo’s hair and he pushed his head forward till his face was crushed into his groin. Theo let out a muffled sound from the force of it, but recovered quickly and began to lap at Scott’s base with his hot slippery tongue barely a moment later.

Scott groaned audibly before he impatiently wrenched his painfully erect length from his pants and jammed the leaking head into Theo’s receptive mouth.

Scott swore as Theo’s lips tightened around him. He pushed the chimera’s head farther down his length, reveling in every inch of tight hot suction he received.

Before he could even think to stop himself, he was gripping the back of Theo’s head with both hands thrusting roughly into his mouth like he never would have done to any of his girlfriends. Scott’s breath shuddered in his lungs as the painful tension that had wound its way through his body finally found the outlet it so desperately needed.

He forced himself to stop when he heard Theo choking from the deep force and it struck him that Theo couldn't really say if it was too much like this, could he?

With no small amount of effort he managed to pull Theo off his cock. Despite his small victory in self control, he felt deeply ashamed of himself when he realized how much he liked the sight of Theo, lips wet and head down gasping for breath below him.

He should slow down. He should go easier on him.

Had Theo ever even been with another guy before? Scott certainly hadn’t...but he wasn’t the one getting a dick rammed down his throat, was he?

“Are you...okay?” Scott asked, but felt foolish a moment later when Theo looked up at him, his eyes alight and challenging.

“What are you serious?” he goaded, his voice raspy and a bit hoarse. “Scott, I thought you said you wanted to get rough. Is that really all an alpha werewolf can do?”

Scott blinked down at him disbelievingly as Theo grazed his lips teasingly up his core.

“Now, are you going to take what you want from this deal, or are you going to pussy around and stop every twelve seconds to ask me if I’m okay? Trust me, I’m fine. I can fucking take it.”

Scott felt something inside him snap and suddenly he found himself wrenching Theo around ripping his pants down his hips.

Was Theo so sure about that?

“Yeah, you think so?” Scott asked as he put his hands on Theo’s shoulder blades and pushed his bare chest down to the floor. He pushed Theo’s thighs apart with his knees and slotted himself

#sceoweek #sceo #scott mccall #theo raeken #halemore #teen wolf #ABO

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ofbooksandcleverness · 7 years

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30 Days of You and Me: Day 17

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The next day, Rina found herself sitting at the kitchen table, unable to concentrate. She’d brought her laptop and a couple of data pads she’d borrowed from the university library down here, so that she could take advantage of the bright afternoon sun pouring in through the open windows. Perhaps she’d be better able to concentrate if she went out to the porch. Or maybe if she made a cup of tea.

Rina groaned, and flopped her forehead to the table, the timber sun-warmed under her skin. What was the point? Apparently, Felix had her under some sort of spell, because she couldn’t get him out of her head. Mind control was more likely, since magic wasn’t real, and Psy were. She’d have to ask Sascha when she next saw her. It was true that changeling mental shields were nigh on impossible to breach, but who knew if Felix had a touch of Psy blood in him that allowed him to squirrel his way into her thoughts? Perhaps she should talk with Ashaya about this theory. If anyone would know about latent genetics, it would be the brilliant Ashaya Aleine.

She banged her head gently against the table. Of course it wasn’t mind control, either. No, it was simply good, old-fashioned lust. She’d gone to him yesterday, unable to resist the beautiful thing that was growing between them. Being so close to him had been wonderful. Breathing in his scent, seeing that beautiful smile, the rumble of his wolf wrapping around her; it had been familiar and brand new all at once. The skin privileges had been a happy bonus. A very happy bonus. Aside from being delightful in and of themselves, they’d been enough to quiet the sexual hunger of her beast… for now. But that hunger wasn’t gone. She had a feeling that the inferno between Felix and herself wouldn’t simply disappear after they’d had sex. No, things weren’t as simple as that anymore.

She glanced over at her cactus, sitting proudly in its jaunty red pot, in the centre of the table. The peace lilies she’d moved over to a side table near the giant floor cushions they had in lieu of couches.

She knew Felix was playing for keeps. No matter his position in the hierarchy, Felix had made it clear from day one that he was serious, that he wanted a long-term relationship. And for the first time in her life, Rina was… okay with that. She’d come back from her roaming several months ago, the mind of the leopard, if not calmer, at least clearer. It was the leopard’s clarity she used now to focus herself – in both her training as a soldier, and her studies in actuarial science.

But a forever kind of relationship? It hadn’t been something she’d seriously ever considered. Until Felix.

Glancing over at the cactus again, the petals from its pretty pink flowers creating a carpet over the soil, she sighed. She should be taking advantage of this uncommonly quiet afternoon, not mooning over a stupid boy. She opened the lid of her laptop, and got to work.

… And was interrupted by a knock on her door ten minutes later.

Scenting the packmate on the other side, she called out, “It’s open!”

Mercy walked in a moment later, a smile on her face, her smooth movements speaking of the confidence of her leopard.

Rina smiled in welcome, a little confused as to why Mercy was here, but always glad for the company of Pack. Because Pack was family, and family was always welcome.

“I was just about to put the kettle on,” Rina said. Her ten minutes of work could kindly be labelled as unproductive. An afternoon pick-me-up would not go amiss. She got up from the table, and gave the sentinel a hug. Despite Mercy being only a few years older than her, the leopard that was Rina’s other half instantly calmed in her presence. It recognised Mercy’s own dominance, gave her the respect she deserved because of her position in the hierarchy. And as one of the pack’s highest-ranked members, that was a lot of respect. But it was more than that. Mercy was one of the most stable people in the pack, had been that way as long as Rina could remember. Her mating with SnowDancer’s most senior lieutenant had only enhanced that quality. The way Mercy’s animal was so comfortable in its own skin soothed her own beast.

“Tea would be perfect,” Mercy replied, following Rina into the kitchen. She grabbed two mugs from a cupboard as Rina filled an old-fashioned kettle with water, and placed it on the stove. It had been an odd quirk of her mother’s, the use of the antiquated utensil. The small act of using it still made Rina feel a little closer to her, to this day.

“How are the pupcubs?” Rina asked, grinning. All of DarkRiver and SnowDancer couldn’t wait for the birth Mercy and Riley’s babies.

Mercy beamed. “Wonderful.”

Mercy was one of the strongest women Rina knew, and it was fascinating to see such open joy at her impending motherhood. Rina was nowhere near ready to have cubs of her own, but seeing Mercy this way gave her food for thought. Maybe you could be both a hard ass, and a mother… because even though she was carrying multiple tiny lives inside her, Mercy Smith was no less dangerous, no less deadly.

“Keenan and Ashaya baked me an entire batch of cookies,” Rina said. She grabbed the container off a bench, and put several on a plate, taking it to the table.

Mercy dropped two teabags into the mugs as Rina shut her laptop, and placed it and the data pads to the side, out of the way.

“And Dorian didn’t steal any?” Mercy asked.

The kettle whistled, and Rina poured the steaming water into the mugs. “Milk?” she asked.

Mercy shook her head, no. They both walked to the dining table, and sat down, the steam dancing in between them.

“I got to them before he came back from his shift,” Rina replied.

“Smart,” Mercy nodded. “Cute cactus.” She took a sip of her tea.

Rina took a sip of her own scalding tea, to avoid replying. She looked over at the cactus, and internally sighed.

“Thanks,” she said. If Mercy thought that she was going to bring up her wolf all by herself…

“Your wolf has a rather eccentric idea of courtship.”

Rina almost choked on her next sip. Mercy’s eyes danced over the edge of her cup, the cat’s amusement clear.

“Does the entire pack have nothing better to do than gossip?” Rina snarled. She’d never thought of herself as a particularly private person, quite comfortable with the way the pack found out practically everything. Hell, she enjoyed hearing the latest gossip travelling on the pack grapevine as much as the next leopard.

Mercy laughed, unrepentant. “Tell me about him.”

Rina looked up from her teacup. “Are you asking as a sentinel, or as a nosy packmate?”

Mercy reached over and placed a warm hand over one of Rina’s, where they cradled her mug on the table. “I’m asking as someone who understands what it’s like to fall head over heels for a wolf.” She gave Rina’s hand a small squeeze.

“Head over heels is a bit of an overstatement,” Rina muttered.

“Can I touch your cactus?”

“No!”

Mercy gave a knowing grin.

Rina sighed. Okay, so she obviously cared for Felix more than she was willing to let on.

“He’s… wonderful,” she mumbled.

Mercy nodded. “What’s holding you back? You’ve never been shy about men before.”

“We’re… things are… it’s complicated,” she finished lamely. God, why couldn’t she just come out and say it? Well, she knew why. The difference between their dominance was holding her back in more ways than one. It was a slap to the face to realise that she was petty enough that one of those reasons was because she was worried about what others would think of their relationship.

“If you’re worried about pack stuff, it’s not an issue,” Mercy said. “You’ll be DarkRiver, and your wolf SnowDancer. No one’s going to demand that you change your allegiance – or prove your loyalties.”

Rina gave a small smile in thanks. She had been a little worried about having to prove herself all over again. It seemed as if she’d spent a lot of her life trying to prove herself. First, that she could take care of both herself and Kit after their dad had died, then as a hot-headed novice, and now as a junior soldier, able to balance both her training and her university studies. She knew that she was capable of becoming senior soldier one day. She just had to show everyone else, too.

“… That’s not all of it,” Rina said quietly. She figured that she should take advantage of Mercy’s advice and support. That’s what Pack did, helped each other. “It’s… there’s a huge dominance gap between us.”

Mercy frowned. “You’re the more dominant one?”

Rina nodded. She took a large gulp of her cooling tea.

“And he’s not okay with that?” There was a dangerous edge to Mercy’s voice.

“No!” Rina said, a little alarmed. God, she didn’t want to accidentally set the wrath of Mercy Smith on poor Felix. Especially since he didn’t deserve that at all. “He seems fine with it, actually.” And he had. Not once had Felix indicated that he found her strength a problem, that it undermined his own masculinity and sense of self in any way. Hell, he seemed to like her for it. “He’s a submissive.”

“Ah.” Mercy leaned back in her chair, contemplative. “That explains a lot of your hesitation.”

“It does?” Rina asked, bemused. “You don’t think I’m being snooty and petty?”

“No, I think you’re being practical and mature. We’re not human, Rina. Our animals have to be happy with our choices, too.”

Rina nodded, understanding what Mercy was saying.

“What does your leopard think of him?”

“It wants to pet him all over,” she admitted. “But it’s also worried about the dominance gap.” For perhaps the first time in her life, Rina’s leopard was being confusing. Usually, the animal thought in far more black and white terms, its decisions more clear-cut.

“Hmm.” Mercy tapped her cup in thought. “Who exactly is your wolf, Rina?” Rina hesitated. Up until now, her courtship with her wolf had been a private indulgence, despite it becoming clear that her packmates knew far more than she’d thought. Fucking Kit and his big mouth. Saying his name to someone else somehow made everything seem more real. And maybe that’s just what she needed.

“His name’s Felix,” she said, staring intently at her cup. Mercy was right. It was so unlike her to be so shy about a man. It shouldn’t be different with Felix, but it was.

“SnowDancer’s chief horticulturalist?” Mercy asked, her eyebrows raised. “Where on earth did you find him?”

“He found me, actually,” Rina mumbled.

“He pursued you?” The disbelief in Mercy’s voice even more apparent.

“There’s no need to sound so surprised,” Rina muttered.

Mercy had the decency to smile apologetically. “Sorry, Reen. I guess I never pegged him for the type. He always seemed so quiet.”

“You’ve met him before?”

Mercy nodded. “I bumped into him while helping out during the replanting.” There had only been one instance to date that could be referred to as “the replanting”. Sienna Lauren’s X-fire had saved them all during that battle. Rina had missed out on the project to help regenerate the denuded area however, since she’d gone roaming only a few days after Henry Scott’s attack.

“I can see why he’s got you so interested. He’s a beautiful man.”

Rina frowned, her leopard growling in warning. “Aren’t you happily mated?”

Mercy laughed. “I’m mated, not blind.”

Rina’s frown deepened, the growl threatening to rumble out of her chest.

Mercy just grinned.

“He’s more than a pretty face,” Rina said, feeling the need to defend Felix. God, he must get that all the time, especially given his past modelling career. “He’s smart, and kind, and loyal, and – why are you laughing at me?” She could see Mercy trying to hold in her snickering, but failing miserably.

“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at this entire situation.”

“What’s the difference?” Rina grumbled, grabbing a cookie, and slouching a little in her chair.

“What’s worrying you, Rina? It’s clear as day that you like Felix. And it’s even clearer that he likes you back.”

“But the dominance –”

Mercy held up a hand, halting her words. “Hear me out, okay? Yes, the difference in dominance is an issue. But truth be told, it was an issue for a lot of successful couples. And yes, in most of those cases the female is not more dominant, but who’s to say it can’t work? Every relationship has its challenges. This is just one of yours.”

The heart of the leopard couldn’t help but grab onto this kernel of hope. “Do you really think we could make it work?”

Mercy shrugged. “I think you’re already making it work.”

Rina thought about this. The statement had the ring of truth to it. She’d gone to him yesterday, just because she’d missed him for those days they’d been giving each other space. Hell, Rina had to be honest. They hadn’t seen each other because he’d been respecting her request for some time to think.

“Are skin privileges a problem?” Mercy asked.

Rina shrugged. “We’re taking things slow.”

“I can sense that’s frustrating your leopard to no end.”

Rina shrugged again. “Neither leopard nor human want to share skin privileges with anyone else.”

Mercy grinned. “There’s something to be said about anticipation. Enjoy the chase, Rina.”

Rina smiled in thanks.

“Thanks for the tea,” Mercy said. “I have to get to CTX.” CTX was the communications company in which DarkRiver held a large share. Mercy worked there, too, on top of all her responsibilities as sentinel and SnowDancer liaison. Rina had no idea when she ever had any spare time.

“Thanks for coming by… and for talking,” Rina said as she walked Mercy to the door. “Did Dorian put you up to it?”

Mercy gave Rina a hug, just before stepping out of the door. Automatically, Rina returned the hug, finding comfort in the easy skin privileges of Pack.

“He may have mentioned something,” Mercy said with a sly grin. “But like I said, I know what it’s like to fall for a wolf.”

And you know what it means to look after Pack, Rina thought. Both Dorian and Mercy had realised that Rina had a lot on her mind, and had helped in their own ways.

“I’m looking forward to meeting your sexy wolf,” Mercy said, giving a final wave before heading towards the tree line.

Rina rolled her eyes, but waved as Mercy melted into the trees. God, her packmates could be as nosy as those pesky wolves sometimes. But it all came from a place of love.

Rina headed back to the kitchen table, picked up the two used mugs to put them in the sink. Things were a little clearer for the leopard, thanks to Mercy’s little chat. But now I have to decide if I’m really serious about this, Rina thought grimly. Felix was… amazing. Question was, could they really do this?

Perhaps. Just perhaps…

They could.

#30 days of you and me #psy changeling #relix #felix grady #rina monahan

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Flicker Beat (1/2)

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Colin never knew how freeing it would be to just be seen as person and not his dynamic. Especially because his dynamic was one big ball of confusion. He was the uncomfortable topic no one wanted to think about.

And yet here was Damian who had no sense of smell, who looked at him and only saw *Colin*.

Abuse (aka Colin Wilkes, soon to be 15 year old, Gotham citizen though and though, and sometimes bar busboy) leaned against the grimy brick wall and watched the mouth of the alleyway. It was daytime, so Robin couldn’t back him up without drawing too much attention to himself, but he knew Damian was lurking somewhere close by with a simple domino mask in his pocket in case this meeting got hairy.

Normally, Colin didn’t change into Abuse during the daytime either for a multitude of reasons. The simplest being that during the day Colin was supposed to be at school, work, or doing chores at the church whenever he’d been suspended or sent back from yet another foster home. Now Colin neither went to school or the church since he’d run away with Damian so he did have significantly more time.

The other reason was because the transformations always took a toll on him when he turned back. They messed with his hormone levels to an absurd degree, amping up his Alpha hormones to stay big and then practically overdosing him in Omega hormones to return to his own size. He could balance out again to his proper levels after a bit, but in the meantime his body would think-

But this was important. There’s been a new chain gang in the neighborhood lately. At first he and Damian had thought they were a bunch of hooligans. But then they’d gotten a good look at the drug they’d been circulating.

It was a new strand called Flicker that held trace elements of Venom in it. Aside from the basic dopamine stimulus and slight hallucinogenic properties that were fairly standard for drugs made off of Venom, this one also messed with sex related hormones. At first they’d been concerned that this was a new date rape or heat inducing kind of drug, but it didn’t seem to be that way at all. The drug stimulated Alpha or Omega hormones carried in an individual. However, instead of a usual stimulus that would would increase the amount of that hormone produced, this drug actually acted as a depressant that decreased it making the person feel extraordinarily calm.

If they were an Alpha or an Omega that is.

The disturbing thing was that the way that this drug interacted with Beta hormones. Everyone technically carried all three in them in low levels. But Beta bodies were very sensitive to even slight changes in their balances. Evolutionist theorized that perhaps this had originally been a way for Beta’s to detect even slight changes in hormones of both themselves and their packmates to be better supporters. Whether or not this was true, the result was that the Beta’s who were exposed to this drug were not able to handle the that level of both Alpha and Omega hormones and became very ill.

What was even more troubling was that those Beta’s who got sick had been disappearing as well.

The unfortunate status in society was that Beta’s, even though they made up the the larger portion of society, were largely invisible. Even though Omega’s were often discriminated against, they were still more likely to get selected for jobs or opportunities than a Beta. News articles rarely mentioned them. Least likely to push back back or cause trouble if they were given unfair pay or working conditions, which meant that they were popular for big corporations to exploit.

They were also the least likely group to be noticed or reported if they went missing, which made this new issue even more worrying.

Colin thought they should bring this to the Bat. Damian was firmly against this.

“Father is off world currently with the Justice League, which means it’s Grayson who is standing in as Batman right now.” Damian had said.

“I thought you liked Gray- I mean, Nightwing.” Colin had frowned.

“He’s more tolerable than the rest.” Agreed Damian, smile a little fond though still stubborn, “But he’s still a Beta.”

“So?”

“So, we’re dealing with a drug that hurts Beta’s so he shouldn’t be on this case.” Damian had said protectively.

“What about the rest of your pack?” Colin had tried.

“You said yourself there was no telling when Todd would return to Gotham. Brown is of course a Beta as well, and even if she wasn’t she and Cain are still in the Philippines. Gordon is an Alpha, but she’s unable to come into the field. And Pennyworth is also both a Beta and a non combatant.” Damian had listed.

“What about Red Robin?” Colin had asked curiously.

“...I don’t know if it is safe for Drake either. Doesn’t matter. We’re not bringing in the family. You and I can contain the situation perfectly well ourselves. I am an Alpha and you encounter even more extreme does of these hormones every time you transform so we are clearly the best choice.” Damian had said. And that had been that.

They had a contact inside the gang about where the drugs were coming from that Colin was meeting that day.

Because Abuse wasn’t as known of a figure, and despite his height stuck out a lot less than a masked vigilante, Damian had asked Colin to do this meeting in the daytime. Daytime was ideal both because there’d be less gang activity till dusk, and Gotham’s citizen didn’t look for vigilante activity when the sun was shining. This cities guardians were distinctly norternal after all. Colin had agreed, both because he figured he could always duck out if he needed to and because, well, it was Damian asking.

“Oh, wow. I wasn’t expecting…” The informant gaped up at him. Colin knew how he looked as Abuse: big, Alpha, intimidating, and potentially violent. Next to the pricing adorned teen he must be particularly frightening. She was older than Colin was, but she didn’t know that.

“You have information for me.” Colin growled the way Damian had taught him. ‘You’re about as intimidating as a dandelion, Wilkes. You can do better than that.’ He’d scoffed when Colin had tried to act tough for him once.

“Y-yes. There’s a new batch coming into the dockyards tonight. Supposed to act even faster than the last two. We’re s’possed to distribute it out in the industrial district.” the girl said.

“Where the most Beta’s are.” Confirmed Colin.

“I kept tellin’ myself they musta just not known that this stuff would hurt the Beta’s, y’know? Because it’s pretty sweet stuff to take in you’re an Alpha or ‘mega. Thought we’d only be sellin’ to bondies too. But now it seems like the stuff keeps fucking up the Beta’s even worse and worse and now we’re getting told to sell to them on purpose? Nu-huh, I’m out. My little sister’s a Beta, y’know? And the last batch was so strong the Beta’s didn’t even have to take it to start getting sick. They’d just be getting it on them, and then they’d start choking and twitching somethin’ awful.” the girl said hugged herself.

“And they’re making it even stronger?” Colin asked, concerned though he tried to remain ‘gruff’ looking.

“Yeah, if they ain’t careful, it’s gonna start hurting the Alpha’s and ‘mega’s too.” she said.

“What time is the shipment due?” Colin demand. Really, this wasn’t his kind of thing. He’d rather let Damian do the talking and stick to punching the bad guys.

“7 o’clock. But it always takes them forever to unload and process the stuff so we don usually see the goods till almost midnight.” she shrugged nervously.

“Thank you for your time. You can choose to go to the meeting point or not. There will be no drugs that get to you tonight.” Colin told her. She beamed at him and hurried away.

“You suck at intimidation, Wilkes.” Damian commented dropping down next to him once the girl was out of sight.

“I thought I was doing pretty good.” pouted Colin.

“Tt, you’re not a lost cause at least.” Damian clucked. Colin beamed at him.

“So, we’re going to the Dock’s tonight?” Colin confirmed.

“Naturally. We can’t disappoint the criminals waiting for us, after all.” Damian smirked. Colin offered one of Abuses wide and unnerving smiles in response. Damian’s eye narrowed like a pleased cat and his grin got even larger.

It was already late afternoon by that point because the informant had been late, so there wasn’t much point in transforming back into himself and the transforming again for the evening. It was kinda painful and he wouldn’t be over the effects of the transformation by then. Still, this would be a difficult transition.

He hoped Damian would agree to cuddle with him for a while that night.

Colin knew teenagers were supposed to be consumed by thoughts of sex or something at their age, but when Colin fantasized he usually thought of doing things like maybe holding Damian’s hand or having Damian run his fingers through his hair. Damian would probably call him a prudish baby if he knew, but Colin already got flustered by just that.

Maybe that did make him a baby.

He helped Damian suit up with practiced hands as the sun set. Enjoyed the rush of companionship as they raced each other as quickly and stealthily as they could to the Docks. Damian above and Colin below. Just as if it were made to be that way. Once they reached their destination Colin joined Damian on the roof to surveil their targets.

“We can’t let any of this get into the city.” Colin muttered in dismay as he saw just how much of the newer version of the drug they had here.

“That was the idea, Wilkes.” Damian said dryly.

“No, but I mean. This one is supposed to be even worse than the last one.” Colin said worriedly.

“That won’t matter if we keep it off the streets.” Damian said stonily. Colin wondered if he was thinking of all the family members he had that were Beta’s that could be affected by the drug. Taking a deep nervous breath, Colin reached over and took hold of one of Damians hands in his large one and gave it a comforting squeeze. Damian flushed a little and squeezed back before drawing away reluctantly.

Good thing too because Colin was sure his own cheeks were a deep ruddy color and his heart was fluttering like a bird.

“We’ll proceed on my mark.” Damian cleared his throat.

“Ok.” Colin agreed.

“3… 2… 1… now!”

What resulted was the usual pandamonium that occurred whenever Abuse and Robin paired up. They were both a little more violent than the typical bat sanctioned vigilante (unless you were talking about the Red Hood) but Colin lived for these moments. The rush of the bad guys attacking and not being able to leave a mark on him. Feeling Damian at his back and watching the bad guys go down one by one.

Damian detonated the small explosives he’d brought with him on one of the containers, the whole thing going up in flames in seconds.

Colin twisted the other so that nothing short of a laser would get it open and then pushed it into the bay. He hoped that was safe. But if Robin though it was safe enough to torch it then it probably wouldn’t hurt the water.

“You fucking little brats-!” screamed one of the bosses. Damian took him down efficiently and mercilessly.

“Abuse, see if you can get one of the other’s alive so we may question-” Damian cut off sharply. Colin looked over in alarm to see another aliant go down having just jabbed Damian in the neck with an injection of the drug.

“Robin!” He called out worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Damian snapped kicking over their last attacker, “I told you, I’m not going to be affected by-”

He turned around and processed to vomit.

“D- I mean, Robin, I think he gave you a double dose. The girl earlier already said it might affect Alpha’s at this dose.” Colin hurried to his side.

“I told you-” Damian started and then heaved again, his limbs trembling a little. Colin frowned worriedly and when he was done wasted no time in scooping him up and running off the scene.

“Wilkes! We’re not done cleaning this place up!” Damian protested.

“The drugs are taken care of. And even if they weren’t we can’t risk you getting- we can’t risk you.” Colin said firmly grabbing a van with the keys already in the ignition. Damian glowered at him impressivly but Colin ignored him and drove on.

“I’m fine.” he said again.

“You’re shaking.” corrected Colin.

“It will pass.”

“Yeah. And until then you’re not fine.” Colin rolled his eye.

“Where are you taking me?” Damian slurred when he seemed notice they weren’t heading back to their safehouse. Colin worriedly glanced at him noting that he was already looking kind of droopy.

“We don’t have the kind of stuff we’d need if you don’t react well to the drug Dami.” Colin said.

“I’m an Alpha. I’ll be fine.” insisted Damian.

“You were overdosed on a drug that contains Venom Dami. Look what that stuff did to me. It’s not fine and I’m not taking chances.” Colin insisted as they pulled up in front of a row of apartments.

Damian’s eyes widened almost comically under his mask as he recognized where they were.

“Oh no. You are not taking me to my pack!” he tried to snarl, but the drug had made him lethargic enough that it wasn’t difficult to pick him up again and run up the stairs.

Dick Grayson opened the door before they even got to it.

“Oh, god, babybat what happened?” Dick took him away, hefting the teenager into his arms and carrying him inside to lay on the couch. Colin trailed hesitantly inside.

“Wilkes, you traitor.” groaned Damian trying to bat away Dick’s worried hands.

“Dami, we have to make sure you’re ok- gah!” Colin choked as Dick rounded on him and shoved him against the door.

“You. What did you do to him?” Dick demanded in a voice that was twice as terrifying for it’s softness.

“Nothing! We were fighting some bad guys at the docks and one of them stuck him with some Flicker. He should be fine since he’s an Alpha, but it was such a high dose I was worried-” Colin squeaked flailing and thoroughly intimidated.

“Flicker? I’ve haven’t heard-” Dick started but Damian threw up on the floor again. Colin was almost impressed that he had anything left in him.

“Dami-” Colin started forward.

“You,” Dick pointed at him. “I can’t deal with you right now. Go. Thank you for bringing him home, but the pack has got him now, we’ll take care of him.”

“I-” Colin started uncertainly.

“Just go Wilkes.” Signed Damian, “I’ll find you later.”

Colin swallowed around a lump in his throat and fled while Dick knelt next to Damian rubbing his back soothingly and calling up Tim on his phone. He didn’t stop running till he dropped in the sewers and made his way to the secret entrance to their safe house.

Though he had almost forgotten this safe house had use to belong to someone else.

Colin wasn’t expecting the Red Hood to be waiting for him by the door casually smoking a cigaret. Apparently word traveled fast.

“You’re back! I was worried you might have left Gotham forever!” Colin said shyly approaching the Omega. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he looked Abuse over. Then widened disbelievingly.

“Kid?” he asked, cigaret falling out of his mouth.

“Oh, right, yeah. This is my crime fighting form. I’ve been able to turn big since I got injected with venom back when Scarecrow used to get kids from St. Adens for his experiments.” Colin shrugged.

“That fucker.” Jason growled, eyes flashing, “Bet Batman just slapped his wrist too.”

“Batman saved me.” Protested Colin, then more quietly, “And Robin too.”

“They should have stopped it from happening in the first place.” Jason said, then sighed, “Nevermind. Anyway, I don’t remember you being an Alpha before, kid, and that really is the kind of thing I remember very clearly.”

“Oh.” Colin said embarrassed, and of course this would come up. He’d been spoiled by living with Damian. It was really really not having to worry about dynamics and just be… Colin. But, of course, other people would notice and be confused, “I’m not an Alpha. Probably?”

“Probably?” Jason asked frowning, “What, you don’t know or something?”

“I…” shame and anxiety filled Colin. He hated this mess. He just wanted to be with Damian who didn’t care that he didn’t fit in one of societies 3 separate boxes. But he liked the Red Hood- no, Jason- and he wanted to be liked by him too, “Could we… talk about this inside?”

“...sure, kid.” Jason said standing slinging his bag over his shoulder and giving Colin a wary look. Colin swallowed and lead him inside, ducking to get through the doorway. Once there, he deliberated for a moment. He wanted to tell Jason, but it might be easier to just… show him. Especially considering the fact that Colin had been out all night and a good portion of the day as well and soon he wouldn’t have a choice in the matter anyway.

Colin took a deep breath and changed back into himself.

“Whoa!” Jason moved back when he changed, but once he’d resettled into his usual size Colin couldn’t help but sway on his feet. Man, he forgot how awful changing back was sometimes if he’d pushed extra long as Abuse. And this, while not the longest he’d ever gone, was pretty darn close. Colin didn’t realize he was tipping over until Jason was right there steadying him.

“Thanks.” Colin smiled gratefully up at him. Then bit his lip as he noticed Jason’s nostrils flair.

“What-? Fuck, kid you’re going into Heat! Goddamn that’s strong, is it Aestus? Do you have your den set up? Is there-” Jason started worriedly. Colin blinked, that wasn’t quite what he was expecting but-

“No, nonono.” Colin said hurriedly, though his voice was a little slurred, “Not really in Heat. It’s like this every time. I- ack!”

Colin’s knees chose that moment to buckle completely. Jason didn’t miss a beat, just caught him and scooped him up into his arms as if he were a child instead of almost 15. Well, Colin supposed he was pretty thin and gangly. He didn’t exactly have a well rounded, wholesome, stable lifestyle that would have provided him with 3 solid meals a day. Jason carried him to the couch and sat then both down, tucking Colin under his chin as if he really were a child in their first heat.

It was normally behavior parents exhibited to their children. Colin had never had it done for him though… it relaxed some instinct deep inside and he couldn’t quite help but snuggle a little closer to the older Omega.

“What do you need?” Jason asked first. Again, surprising, Colin thought he was going to be interrogated.

“Oh, um, I’m fine at the moment.” Colin blinked. Tilted his head and breathed in the scent of protective Omega all around him. It did soothe and lessen the hot dizzy feeling that accompanied a transformation, “I assume you have questions.”

“They can wait till you’re out of Heat kid. Fuck, what were you doing out there? What if some fucker-” Jason bit his lip and looked away, “I know it’s hypocritical, but it’s dangerous to go out near a heat-”

“ ’m not in Heat.” Colin said, though he knew it was unconvincing as he lay there slumped against the other Omega smelling of Heat and displaying all the symptoms, “It’s a pseudo-heat. Happens everytime I transform back. It’ll be done in a half hour or so… maybe a couple hours this time since I stayed out so long.”

“Pseudo-heat?” asked Jason.

“When I transform, the Venom increases the Alpha hormones in me so much that I end up smelling like an Alpha. That’s just one part of making me really big though.” Colin explained waving his hand vaguely, “When I change back, my body has to try and bring down those levels so it produces a ton of Omega hormones to compensate. A little bit too much, actually. Enough that I apparently think I’m going into Heat and I smell really strong. But I’m not. It only lasts as long as it takes for my body to figure out how to balance everything back at my normal levels.”

“Shit.” Jason said, his hold tightened protectively around him.

“It’s not so bad.” Colin assured him, “Mostly… mostly it just sucks because I first became Abuse when I was 11, you know? I hadn’t presented yet. My normal levels are halfway between Alpha and Omega. But my scent and my body isn’t really much like a Beta’s. Even though that’s what I put down when I have to say one.”

Jason just listened to him so Colin ploughed on.

“I mean, people always are measuring dynamics in terms of hormones. But for me, even on a day I don’t transform you could test me 10 times and it’d still be inconclusive. I’m like, a nothing category. I don’t fit right anywhere. And of course, hormones is what influences your body’s development in puberty so I look all androgynous too. I guess someone could scan me a look for organs, but then I’d have to tell them about Abuse and then… yeah. I want to keep fighting crime. And I don’t want to be some scientific phenomenon to be studied.”

“Fuck anyone who says you should.” growled Jason, “Anyone actually worth your time won’t mind.”

“Yeah… but, y’know, sometime I think I might mind.” Colin admitted.

“So ask Damian to have Bruce scan you. Then you can decide how or if you want to fit. Or don’t find out and just do things your own way. Sex is made up anyway, so don’t make yourself too miserable over it.” Jason said.

“I thought gender is supposed to be the one that’s made up and sex was supposed to be all… science. Y’know?” Colin frowned. It was nice to actually talk about this. Normally, he was too freaked out to talk about his situation. And when he did, people generally got uncomfortable and changed the subject.

“Yeah, sure. And you know how science is done right? A bunch people, usually rich white Alpha’s, pick out different things that are going to ‘matter’ and be ‘indicators’ of one thing or another. Except that those indicators don’t work nicely all the time, and at that point if you were following the rules you’re supposed to readjust your ideas and what not. Don’t have to tell you that doesn’t happen as often as it’s supposed to. Scientists don’t even all agree on whatever it is that’s supposed to be the ultimate determiner of sex. So fuck them, don’t let them make you feel bad about yourself.” Jason said.

“Oh...uh, ok,” Colin said hesitantly. Jason’s reassurance made him feel warm and a little hungry for affection. But he also couldn’t- If he could just tell himself not to doubt or care what people thought then he’d have done it ages ago.

It was a little surprising that Jason was this… knowledgeable? It wasn’t that weird for vigilantes to be liberal- they were all a part of radical resistance outside of the socially approved venues- but well educated? At least the younger generation spent most of their time skipping school and losing sleep to go out and fight crime. And Jason? His accent was a little mellowed out from his time in high society, but his vowels were still a little wider, and he still tended to drop off his g’s and h’s in sentences. That and the familiarity that the Red Hood conducted himself in lower Gotham and it’s complicated web of hierarchies and street logic? Colin was certain he was- so to speak- homegrown from the narrows.

“What’s buggin’ you kid?” Jason nudged him.

“Just… where did you learn all this?” mumbled Colin. Jason blinked at him and then chuckled softly.

“Not in school, that’s for fucking sure. But I always did like readin’, y’know? So when Tim- Damian told you about Tim, right? It’s part of why he’s out here and all- when Tim started thinking he was maybe more a Beta than an Omega, I went out and, heh, did my homework.” Jason said.

“That’s… really great.” Colin didn’t quite know how to put into words how he felt about that without underplaying or overdramatizing it too much, “Tim’s lucky. Can I… are you two close?”

“Ha. We should probably be less close sometimes.” Jason laughed humorlessly, “No, forget that. I- I wouldn’t trade the closeness I get to have with him. But, things get complicated sometimes, y’know kid?”

Colin thought of Damian and the way both of them had been kind of plugging their ears about some many things so they could keep just enjoying the simple closeness they shared, “Yeah, I know.”

Another wave of hot dizziness washed over him and Colin bit back a small sound but he couldn’t help but nuzzel a little close to the comforting scent Jason exhibited.

“Damn, I still don’t feel great about the fact that every time you transform back to yourself you smell this fucking availible. He hasn’t tried anything funny on you, right? I don’t normally punch kids but if he’s been taken advantage in any way-” Jason growled protectively.

“No! Dami would never- He can’t even smell me Jason!” Colin protested.

“He’s still an Alpha.” said Jason distrustfully.

“I feel safe with him.” Colin said softly.

“That- hah.” Jason blew out a frustrated breath, “I just need you to be safe kiddo. I’ve seen a lot of seemingly good Alpha’s do a lot of fucked up shit. And you’re pretty vulnerable after a transformation. Not to mention even if something mutual did kinda come up- you can’t consent properly until after at least your hormones come back down. That’d be pretty fucked up for both of you.”

“I don’t see- I can’t live constantly afraid of everyone. I can’t just be second guessing the people that I’ve chosen to trust all the time.” Colin said stubbornly.

“I-” Jason’s arms tightened around him, then relaxed, “I hear you.”

Colin swallowed. He wasn’t used to adults listening or respecting his opinions.

“I still think maybe at least Damian should- no, we’ll talk about it later once both of you are feeling better,” Jason took a deep breath, “Ok, even if this isn’t an actual heat, your body still thinks it is. Let me get you properly set up.”

“Set… up?” Colin lifted his heavy head slightly and looked at him in pure confusion. A slightly alarmed expression passed over Jason’s face.

“What do you normally do when you have these pseudo-heats?” Jason asked slowly.

“Um, sleep. Or lay around until I feel kinda better?” Colin ventured. He decided not to mention that when he’d been out for longer like today and it got bad he’d usually convince Damian to cuddle with him. The Alpha never minded, seemed to like it a lot in fact though he’d do a lot of grumbling at first. That probably would just make Jason panic though.

Not that it didn’t look like he wasn’t panicking anyway.

“Bet you stay dizzy and achy for ages.” Jason guessed.

Sometimes right up until he transformed again. Sometimes not even then. But the heat symtoms went away after a few hours so why-?

“Bet sometimes when you fall asleep you don’t wake up for more than 24 hours. Bet even when you wake up it feels like you’ve been run over by a truck. Several times.” Jason guessed again.

Colin’s eye widened a little. How would Jason even know-?

“Stay here.” Jason untangled himself briefly. Colin was surprised by how forlorn he felt without without the Omega. Different than how it was with Damian. Jason’s touch felt like what Colin always dreamed mom or dad was supposed to feel like, back when Colin had still thought there was a chance any of the foster families he got placed on would actually want him- Colin swallowed, it was always harder to shake off the negative spirals his thought took him in when he was like this. But he would not cry. He wanted Jason to like him, to actually respect him-

‘I hear you’

He would not cry.

“Ok, one sec.” Jason came back ladened with two blankets, some pillows and a couple of bags. Colin blinked in confusion as Jason helped him off of the couch and then proceeded to take off the cushions and-

“Oh! I didn’t know this safe house had a pull out den.” Colin said stupidly. He felt like he should have. This was Jason’s place and he was an Omega. Of course he’d have Omega provisions around.

“Here we go,” Jason resituated the pillows so the little den was properly cozy. Colin crawled in and- wow. That made more difference then he felt like it should. He hadn’t even realized he was anxious in the huge room.

“Y’know, probably the only reason you haven’t been hospitalized is you’ve got that healing factor working for you.” Jason muttered passing a bottle of water to him, “drink that.”

“All of it?” Colin asked weakly.

“All of it, then I want you to have drank a full other by the end of the hour.” Jason instructed him as he dug around in the bag so more.

“Won’t that just make me need to pee really bad?”

“At some point. Mostly, you’ll probably sweat it all out.” Jason said. Colin wrinkled his nose and Jason laughed before tossing him a granola bar, “Here, eat this.”

“I’m not hungry. I’m never hungry till all the heat stuff is over.” Colin protested.

“No. And you won’t be. But you’ll wanna eat anyway.” Jason said firmly.

Colin made a face.

“Look,” Jason said, “Effects of heat should never last much past the heat itself. With your healing when you’re done with the heat stuff you should be all the way done with everything. And you should definitely not be nearly going into a fucking coma every fucking time in get’s bad.”

“I don’t go into a-” Colin started to protest. Jason leveled a look at him, “Is that- Is that really what’s been happening?”

“Most likely…” sighed Jason, “It’s why people used to get fucked up ideas about Omega’s needing Alpha’s or whatever. ‘Cause they used to die a lot in heats. Still do in some cultures where Omega’s are supposed to be isolated till their mated for the sake of the myth of “purity”. But it’s not so much about the sex and hormones as it is about the fact that when you’re in heat you’ve got, like, this constant fever right? Really, really easy to get dehydrated. Also you’re body is burning through so many sugars to the point you can drop to diabetic levels pretty damn fast. But of course, you’re not hungry because your internal organs feel like they’re trying to rip themselves up, right? Too long of that and you’re gonna be in trouble.”

“That’s… actually really scary. Why don’t people talk about this more?” Colin asked feeling sick.

“‘Cause Alpha’s have been in charge and they’re shits.” Jason made a face of disgust, “Because, like, Alpha’s have instincts to want to keep their mates fed and hydrated during a heat. You ever noticed how porn websites always have a ‘feeding kink’ section? Yeah. That’s why. So whenever some Omega get’s in a bad way because of heat it’s never ‘school's/parents should have educated them better how to handle heats!’ and instead it’s always ‘they should have found an Alpha to take care of them!’ and it becomes the Omega’s fault.”

“That’s really-” Colin started.

“Evil.” Jason said, “though you may have noticed I’m not neutral about the subject.”

“I noticed.” Colin smiled tentatively. He wondered if Jason realized that he was impulsively piling more blankets and pillows around him. It was sweet.

“Then of course if they get pregnant then they’re like ‘oh, they’re so stupid they shouldn’t have shared their heat with anyone!’ It’s like a vicious cycle. You’re screwed either way according to society.” Jason grumbled.

“So, ‘screw society’?” guessed Colin with a laugh.

“Now you’re getting it.” grinned Jason. Then he turned serious, “Look kid, I can hang around for a while. Make sure the next couple of times you transform back you know how to handle this pseudo heat shit. Because you don’t need someone force feeding you. It’s perfectly reasonable to take care of yourself, but you have to know how to prepare. I can teach you how to do that.”

“But can’t I just- I mean, my healing factor has been helping me up till now, can’t I just keep relying on that?” asked Colin.

“And what happens if you’ve been in a bad fight and your healing is playing catch up?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“Ah. Well.” Colin fumbled.

“And either way, it’s better not to feel shitty.” Jason said.

“I see you’re point.” Admitted Colin.

“Damn right.” Jason nudged him with his nose. Then froze. That was a very Omega move meant for their kits. Not something that could be easily passed off as something else like the rest of the things Jason had been absentmindedly doing this whole time… that Colin had been reciprocating with his own behavior this whole time if he was honest.

“Um,” Colin started, because Jason seriously looked like he he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry kid.” Jason muttered drawing away looking like he was hating himself.

“No, I um, I don’t mind,” Colin admitted. He didn’t want Jason to go. He was warm and comforting and- maybe Colin wasn’t a little kid but he’d always wanted...

“Fuck, you should mind. I- sorry I’m so fucked up.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Please-” Colin started to reach for him, stopped, bit his lip. Jason hesitated, then grabbed the bag of food and water and came back, though not curled up around him like before. Colin already missed it.

“Don’t worry, I promised I’d take care of you.” Jason said gruffly, “I can do this without being weird.”

“I believe you.” Colin said, “Red Hood always keeps his promises.”

“Dick will probably want to meet you, once you stop scenting and you feel better we’ll go over there.” Jason changed the subject.

“Ok.” Colin said. He felt relieved at the prospect of checking in on Damian (with permission even!) and more than a little nervous about the prospect of seeing Nightwing again. While the Beta clearly didn’t see Damian as a kid, he definitely was protective over his former partner. Damian likewise mentioned that Dick was his favorite pack member. Colin had been a little jealous. Still was a bit, under the sheer intimidation and awe.

“That didn’t look like a fun thought.” Jason noted, probably picking up on the unhappy shift in his scent.

“I don’t think Nightwing likes me.” admitted Colin.

“Kid. Dick is just being a protective because he’s been being a proper Beta worry wart over the demon- erm, over Damian lately. Once he actually meets you he’s going to adore you.” scoffed Jason.

“You think so?” Colin said uncertainly.

“He’s my lover so I’d know.” Jason said, “He’s gotta like you. On pain of not getting any.”

Colin grinned into his blanket. The den and Jason’s scent was working it’s magic over him and he was feeling warm and taken care of. His eyes started to feel a little heavy as the heat haze settled in earnest.

“See if you can drink a little more, kiddo, then go ahead and crash for a little.” Jason said seeming to sense this and handing him water, carefully watching him drink it before capping it again, “I’ll keep watch.”

“Thank you.” Colin mumbled with a smile and let himself drift.

#my writing #my bondless love series #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #damicolin #jaydick mentions #interdynamic character #I got swallowed by the platonic Jason and Colin feels on this one

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gwynne-fics · 7 years

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A Hot Mess -- Ye-Sol and Myung-Soo

a walk

Myung-Soo followed Ye-Sol down the street to one of the local parks as being outside lifted her mood. He was able to take several pictures of her before they arrived. He was glad that she kept circling back to make sure he was with her. It was like the walks they used to take when she was a wolf.

They ran into several members of the pack taking their little ones out for some exercise. Wolf puppies got restless if they weren’t exercised enough and they flocked around Ye-Sol like she was a familiar friend. Myung-Soo took as many pictures as he could.

He smiled at their mothers as they looked at Ye-Sol with confusion. He kept a few steps away and just let Ye-Sol have this moment. He also knew how the pack could be with him. It made his mother snarl whenever it happened around her. Finally, one mother approached him.

“Is she safe? Our Alpha told us that she switched back a few days ago but...”

Myung-Soo raised his eyebrows in an imitation of Young-Do. It normally worked without a word. This time it didn’t as she huffed. “Three years is a long time.”

“Ye-Sol, no matter her skin, has always been gentle with pups.” He went back to taking pictures and ignored her second huff for what it was. Myung-Soo didn’t have the standing to be rude to a mother of three litters. He would hear about it from his mother by tomorrow. Probably as she snickered behind her hand.

He waited until Ye-Sol had worn out the children before approaching the small group and crouching down and taking a close up of her when she smiled. She tugged him to sit down next to her so she could look at the pictures. Ye-Sol pulled the smallest little girl into her lap when the rest of the children clamored around them.

“See,” she said and pointed out all the children. Myung-Soo was impressed. She could say all of their names and even teased them with scent nicknames. The girl in her lap was Strawberry Cream and the little boy trying to sit on her shoulder was Shrimp Seaweed. She was clearly disappointed when their mothers called them back. Ye-Sol laid her head on his shoulder as they went through the pictures again, just them. “Lunch.”

“Little puppies have to eat,” he agreed. “Pretty girls do, too. We should head back.”

“Not yet.” Ye-Sol took his hand. “Full moon. Four days.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he admitted. “I haven’t been in a den for two years. I’m an adult now, so I know it will be a little different, but...I miss the puppy pile.”

She laughed softly and he tried to push down his worry. Adults weren’t allowed in the puppy pile and he’d never been invited back into the alcoves by an age-mate for coupling and pack sleep. If he was being honest, there was no wolf in his pack that he wanted to couple with other than Ye-Sol, but it would always hurt that he wasn’t invited. Well, maybe Yoo-Ra. He’d hoped she’d take them past friends and couple but she never fluffed her tail in his face. Like most women, she preferred Young-Do.

He hadn’t been behind a woman yet and it always felt...wrong to be face to face. Human sex was fine. It did what it was supposed to. But...

“Scared,” Ye-Sol said and he didn’t know if she meant him or her. “Me.”

“Why?” He set aside his camera and held her hand. Ye-Sol didn’t answer right away and he didn’t push her as she struggled with human communication. If he was a real wolf, he’d be able to read her scent and verbalize it for her the way Rachel and Young-Do were doing.

“Want...stay.” He was confused at first until she clarified. “With mate.”

He tried not to be obvious about taking a deep breath. It was the first time she verbalized how she felt about him. He talked to Young-Do about it this morning when they were packing up his things.

There is no filter right now. The wolf is very simple. She wants what she wants and has no one stopping her or telling her it is good or bad. The human voice is imperative. She needs hers back but we don’t know anything real to help her.

Myung-Soo thought he knew why she left but it wouldn’t make sense to anyone. It still didn’t make sense to him.

When he didn’t answer her right away, Ye-Sol gave a sad sigh. “Human skin pretty for mate. Wolf skin not pretty for mate. Want stay human.”

“I don’t even know how to explain that, Ye-Sol. I know wolves that couple while in their wolf bodies. I know my parents did. But I’ve never been in a wolf body. I don’t have one. I do want to couple with you but I...”

“Need human voice.” Another sad sigh. “Gone. Try. Try hard, Myung-Soo.”

“I know you are.” He squeezed her hand and stood up. He pulled her to her feet and they started walking back to the pack home. When they arrived, Myung-Soo could smell steak but it didn’t seem to interest Ye-Sol. She sat at the table and he had to ignore the slightly panicked looks Rachel and Young-Do gave him. She only ate a few bites and he couldn’t coax her into eating more.

“Not hungry. Sleep.” She left the table and when he tried to follow her, she snarled at him and he could see the red of her wolf in her eyes. Myung-Soo let her go. A moment later, he sat down at the table. His steak was a little overdone. No matter how many times he told the chefs at either the restaurant or even in the Alpha’s kitchen, they never believed him that he liked steak just as rare as other wolves did.

Young-Do changed their plates for him and gave Myung-Soo his perfect steak. He quietly thanked him and dug into lunch because he was hungry after moving and walking with Ye-Sol.

But not tired. He’d started noticing that after the blue moon.

“She’s worried about the full moon,” he said when their stares got too much. He looked at his rice bowl. “And she hates the clothes. We went to the park and she played with some of the pups from the pack. She probably exhausted herself.”

“You haven’t agreed with her yet,” Young-Do said after a moment of trying to eat Myung-Soo’s inedible steak. “Do you think you’re her true mate?”

It would be too wonderful if it were true. A disabled wolf like himself mating a wolf like Ye-Sol? Maybe her wolf believed he was hers but her human voice was gone and it was his fault. He’d resigned himself to being her best friend the morning she woke up. He was only twenty-two and she had two centuries. Best friends was a gift.

If he coupled with her and it didn’t work out, it would break him.

“Oh, Myung-Soo,” Rachel said sadly and reached out to touch his hand. He stood and bowed before she could. He left the dining room and went up to his new room. He knocked on the door but Ye-Sol didn’t say anything.

He went inside and found her naked and curled up in bed. Her dress was in pieces on the floor. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut and pretend she was asleep. He ran his hand over his mouth and wondered if he would regret this decision.

Myung-Soo went to the closet and took off his polo shirt and khakis. He hesitated to remove his undershirt but after a few seconds, took it off. He glanced at himself in the floor length mirror and stared at his scars on his chest. They appeared the next full moon. It was the only evidence he had that his nightmares were real and he hadn’t...misremembered what Elder Do had did to him.

He’d known, exactly in the moment, what Ye-Sol’s howls meant when she found him. He’d known, the moment the circular scar on his right shoulder appeared, what she’d tried to do to save him. It faded over the course of his enlistment. It was almost gone.

Rabid dogs. His two, very brief, girlfriends believed him and didn’t ask past that. He’d been careful around the pack and his mother. Myung-Soo closed his eyes and left his boxer briefs on. He returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed with Ye-Sol. She stirred slightly when he put his arm over her waist and pulled her hips back against his. He twined his arms around hers and held her the way he’d always wanted to hold a woman--hold her.

She started wiggling when she could tell he was aroused. “Not yet, noona,” he said softly. He was careful to press his lips against her left shoulder and far away from her neck. “We’ll try after the full moon. Let’s just sleep together as packmates.”

“Fine.” She entwined her fingers in his and held on tightly.

#a hot mess #>.>

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mostlycompetentwriter · 5 years

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I Am You- Chapter 7

Pairing: OC X Bang Chan X Jisung X Changbin

Genre: Romantic Fantasy

Warnings: Smut and Language

Previous Chapters: (chapter 1), (chapter 2), (chapter 3), (chapter 4), (chapter 5), (chapter 6)

1 Year Ago

Changbin might pretend to be indifferent, but it’s only because he had always been taught to act and behave in a certain way. His father was strict, adamant that Changbin disguise those weak emotions with strength and endurance instead. However, try as one might, there was only so much a person could take until they reached their inevitable breaking point.

And Changbin had found his in our betrayal. An attempt to keep him in the shadows, ignorant of pack politics while Jisung and Chan fought for the right to call themselves head alpha. But when Changbin found out, he could no longer hide his anger and disappointment, storming out of the room and leaving behind a string of curses.

And that’s how I found him later, standing at the edge of the clearing while gazing out into the empty woods. Perhaps that’s how Changbin felt inside: empty and alone because his packmates had so clearly disregarded his feelings. My mates thought they were doing the right thing, but seldom is the right decision an easy one to make.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I said later on while gripping tightly to his arm.

Changbin shook his head, looking off into the horizon. The sun was setting, a faint pinkish glow illuminating the sky. “I get it,” he said. “They didn’t want me as head alpha.”

I trembled. “Changbin,” I started, “don’t think so low of yourself.”

“Am I even worthy of being your mate?” he asked, self-deprecating, ignoring my small gasp as he pulled his arm free from my hold.

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Present

“Jisung,” I said firmly, glaring down at the squirming male in question. “You’d better tell me what’s going on.”

Jisung cleared his throat, refusing to look at me. “Chan doesn’t want you involved.”

“Yeah?” I questioned, bending down to grab his chin, forcing our eye contact. “If you expect me to help you with your rut next month, then you’ll tell me everything that’s happened with the rogues.”

Jisung’s accompanying expression was one of absolute betrayal. “You would let me suffer?”

I rolled my eyes. “You have a working hand don’t you?”

Jisung scoffed. “I’m not gonna masturbate through my rut like a teenage boy.”

“And what has Changbin been doing all this time?” I smirked. “He never let me help before and he was perfectly fine.”

“Maybe he’s okay with that,” Jisung shot back. “You shouldn’t use that as blackmail! Chan has his reasons for keeping you in the dark.”

“I’m sure he does,” I argued. “He probably thinks he’s protecting me somehow.” I shook my head because Chan was far too stubborn. “It’s really embarrassing when the other females ask me about the situation, but I have no idea what to tell them.”

“The patrols are handling it.”

“Jisung, you just invited another pack into our territory! It doesn’t exactly scream that we have everything under control, does it?”

Jisung pouted. “Please don’t make me tell you. The three of us haven’t been able to get along lately. If I disobeyed an order from Chan, I’d get dragged into the same mess as Changbin!”

“Fine,” I shrugged. “But I hope you like sleeping alone tonight.”

“Myah,” Jisung whined, even as I was already slamming the door to his bedroom shut behind me.

Chan was clearly busy when I approached him later that day. He was conversing sternly with Taeyong, the NCT pack leader. I decided to hold back, waiting for the two of them to finish their business. I knew I would be much less likely to get information from Chan if I interrupted his talk with Taeyong. You see, Chan was acting much more serious lately, a result of him taking full responsibility as the pack’s head alpha. I was proud of him for holding his responsibilities in such high regard, but I was also a little disappointed with the friction it was causing between his best friends.

Taeyong offered me a delicate bow as he walked by. I waited until he was out of hearing range before confronting Chan. “There you are, Myah,” Chan greeted me, touching his nose to my scent gland before frowning. “You smell like Jisung.”

“I saw him this morning.”

Chan huffed, taking a step back. “The two of you shouldn’t have sex so close to his next rut. It might trigger it early.”

“We weren’t having sex,” I said, annoyed with Chan’s possessiveness. “Am I not allowed to see my mates now without your permission?”

Chan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you come here to fight?”

“Of course not,” I sighed. “But I have a feeling you’re not in the mood to hear me out.”

“It’s my job to listen to you,” Chan said. “What’s on your mind?”

“The rogues.”

Chan shook his head, gazing off somewhere behind me. “You don’t need to worry about the rogues.”

“Channie,” I argued, going right for his weak spot. “Don’t you think I should know? I’m the pack alpha’s mate and I can’t even tell the other members anything!”

“That isn’t your job,” Chan insisted. “They shouldn’t be so nosy. I’ll hold a pack meeting tonight.”

“There’s no need for that,” I countered. “Unless you’re finally gonna tell us what’s really going on with the borders. I bet Taeyong told his pack.”

Chan winced at the remark. “Actually, Taeyong hasn’t said anything. Only Mark understands what’s going on, and that’s because he personally knows the wolves involved.”

“Does he?” I asked, sensing a potential opening. “What did he say?”

But Chan was tight-lipped. “If you see Changbin later, tell him I’ve been looking for him.”

I growled in frustration as Chan walked by, completely ignoring me as he joined Mark and another NCT wolf who had started in our direction. “Asshole,” I told him, making sure to add as much bitterness as one could through a mind-link.

I went in search of Changbin next, inquiring of his whereabouts from a few lingering pack members. My tsundere mate liked to make himself scarce when things were tense around camp. I figured he probably went hunting or something, but there was no way I was following him into the mountains this time.

Surprisingly, Jeongin told me that Changbin had been in his cabin all day. “I tried to talk to him earlier,” the younger member said. “But he wouldn’t listen to me.”

I suppose I wasn’t the only victim to Changbin’s moodiness.

Still, I was expecting more difficulty when I knocked on his cabin door and asked if I could come inside. Changbin was quick to acquiesce, flinging open the door with enough force to knock it against the wall, sending me jumping into the air in response. “What the hell was that for?” I asked while allowing him to drag me inside his cabin.

His unexpectedly gentle kiss was my response, lips sliding across mine smoothly. “I feel like shit,” Changbin said, pulling away to rest his feverish head against mine.

“Binnie,” I soothed, omega instincts kicking in as I led him to his bed. “Are you sick?”

“Just caught something,” Changbin grumbled, refusing to let go of me as he dragged us down on top of the mattress.

“You’re really hot,” I commented, fitting my palm over his forehead. “Are you hurting?”

“It’s not that bad, Angel,” Changbin said, rumbling softly as he ran his nose across my neck. “You smell like Jisung.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. “His rut is close.”

“You’ll smell like me after this,” Changbin declared proudly as if wearing his sickly scent around camp was something to appreciate.

“You reek,” I informed him. “Your scent is stronger than usual.”

Changbin’s breath was warm against my throat. “You’ll stay with me, right angel?”

“Of course,” I agreed, sliding my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. “I just hope Chan doesn't come looking for us.”

Changbin tensed at the mention of Chan. “Isn’t he too busy kissing Taeyong’s ass?”

“Binnie,” I scolded the younger, frowning at the way he burrowed closer.

“We don’t need them,” Changbin growled, scenting me headily. “We can handle the rogues ourselves.”

“I think Chan wanted to talk to you about the rogues,” I said. “He sure as hell never told me anything,” I added, almost as an afterthought.

“Chan was pissed when he found out that Felix said something about their relationship to NCT,” Changbin admitted. “He doesn’t want anyone else knowing.”

“Why not?” I asked, running my fingertips across Changbin’s puffy cheeks. “Shouldn’t the pack have the right to know?”

“Chan’s orders,” Changbin said, teeth gritted. “He’s pack alpha after all.”

“You voted for him, remember?”

“Only after he tried to keep me out of it,” Changbin replied, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“He thought he was doing the right thing,” I said in response. “Why don’t you take your shirt off? It might help you cool down.”

“Is this your way of getting me naked?” Changbin grinned. “I’ll do it for you, angel.”

“Stop it,” I scolded him, pulling away only to help wrestle the constricting material from his torso. “Have you seen Woojin yet?”

“I’ll see him if I feel worse tomorrow,” Changbin said, biceps flexing enticingly as he stretched his arms above his head.

“He might prevent you from feeling worse,” I said, forcing my eyes away from the unexpectedly attractive sight.

“It’s probably nothing,” Changbin assured me, hands smoothing down his broad chest. “Winter is starting to settle in.”

“An excuse to stay in bed longer,” I said, finding myself leaning into his warmth.

Changbin was quiet for a while, and I figured he had fallen asleep. As a matter of fact, I found myself growing drowsy with the combination of his heat and the comfort of the mattress beneath me. I was moments away from closing my eyes when he spoke up again. “I saw the new pups yesterday,” he said.

It was enough to surprise me into alertness. “Mina’s pups?”

He nodded. “I went with Jisung.”

I grinned. “You should have brought me along. I’ve been looking for a better excuse to see them.”

One of our older pack members had recently given birth to three pups. They were absolutely adorable with their small eyes and cute little button noses. Amelia and I had spent more time there than the kitchens. It was starting to become a problem, especially when Mina’s mate was less than willing to share their cabin with other wolves. But how could anyone resist the heart-wrenching sounds of their precious giggles?

“Do you like pups?” Changbin asked.

“Of course I love pups!” I exclaimed, turning on my side to rest my chin on top of his chest. “Mina’s are so tiny! How can anything be that small?”

Changbin’s eyes met mine and I was taken aback by the raw emotion I saw reflecting back at me. “Maybe you should stop taking your pills.”

I paused, studying him closely. His implication was clear. “Are you serious?”

Changbin nodded. “Maybe on your next heat we can all try.”

His sincerity was unexpected as Changbin was the last mate I thought would inquire about having pups. I knew Jisung adored pups and he was always one of the first to see any new additions to our pack. I usually trailed along after him, adoring the look of glee in his eyes when he held a tiny pup in his strong arms. And as for Chan? Well, my oldest mate liked pups well enough and had considered in passing the idea of having pups of his own one day.

But Changbin?

“Have you talked to the others?” I asked.

“No,” Changbin grunted. “But we haven’t exactly been friendly recently.”

I nodded. “After this mess with the rogues is sorted out, maybe we can all sit down together and talk about it. I don’t want to try when the three of you are fighting.”

Changbin grinned as he practically drug me on top of him. “Okay,” he said, pecking my nose sweetly. “But I get the first knot.”

I groaned at his words, feeling the tight bulge of his cock underneath the thin layer of his worn sweatpants.

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The following day, I decided to go hunting with Jisung and Changbin. The elder was feeling better after spending the day isolated away from the pack, and Changbin told me he desperately needed to shift again. Meanwhile, Jisung was feeling just as adventurous, hearing of our plans and demanding to come along. Changbin protested at first, but eventually gave in when I sternly reminded him how important it was for us to all get along. Changbin must have remembered my words from yesterday, immediately complying with Jisung’s wishes.

The three of our wolves padded together along the used trails in the woods, keeping close to camp. It was still potentially dangerous to go out past the edges of the territory when rogues were threatening our pack. However, I knew Changbin would be the last person to refuse his wolf’s obvious attachment to the woods, and Changbin was never intimidated by threats.

And I also longed to stretch my legs and have a nice run through the woods.

Nevertheless, my senses were on high alert as I walked between my two mates. My wolf was minuscule in comparison to Jisung and Changbin, but it was reassuring to know my mates were so much stronger. They would always protect me if danger happened to arise.

Changbin let out a bark as he picked up on a stray scent, nose high in the air as he caught the trail. “This way,” he directed, leading the three of us into a nearby thicket of bushes.

I kept my body close to the ground, hindquarters raised, as I waited for Changbin’s next command. “Why is your ass sticking up,” Jisung teased, nipping at my ear playfully.

“This is the hunter’s stance,” I quipped, ears pricked forward as a faint rustle echoed throughout the surrounding foliage.

“Leave the hunting to the professionals, princess,” Jisung said, stopping to shoulder himself next to Changbin. “What is it?”

“Deer,” Changbin said, tasting the air carefully. “A small doe, maybe.”

Jisung dugs his claws into the forest floor as if anticipating the impending hunt. “Should we take it, Changbin?”

“I could wrestle it down without you,” Changbin grumbled.

Jisung’s wolf huffed as if offended. “I’d overpower it easily!”

“Go ahead,” Changbin challenged, suddenly sitting back on his haunches. “If you’re so skilled at hunting bigger prey.”

Jisung hesitated, but he was far too proud to let Changbin bruise his ego. I watched Jisung crouch down, stealthily moving through the underbrush as he slowly approached the doe who was barely visible through the branches of the trees crowding the area surrounding us. I withheld my laughter as I sat down next to Changbin, allowing him to nuzzle into the side of my neck affectionately. “He’s not low enough,” he told me. “The deer will hear him before he’s ready.”

I watched with interest, silently rooting for Jisung to prove Changbin wrong as he edged closer. Unfortunately, Changbin was rarely wrong in such instances, and I winced when Jisung’s front paw broke a stick beneath his path. Immediately, the deer’s head shot up into the air, eyes blown wide as it studied the nearby vicinity. Jisung panicked, launching himself into a premature attack, barely glancing the deer with his claws before the now spooked creature took off. Jisung was quick to recover his footing, but still not fast enough to track down an animal relying on adrenaline racing through familiar territory.

“Shit!” Jisung cursed as he finally slowed down, watching the deer race away through the woods.

“Nice job,” Changbin snarked, ignoring Jisung as he turned around to look for a new trail to follow.

Jisung held his head down as he passed me.

“There’s another scent up ahead,” Changbin said, suddenly shifting back to his human form.

I shifted behind him, confused as to why he had suddenly switched. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, beckoning me forward.

I stood next to him, gazing down into the ravine. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’ve seen better,” Changbin grinned, and I rolled my eyes at his cheesy flirtation.

“I almost had that deer!” Jisung abruptly growled, shoving his way between us, arms crossed over his chest.

“Your stance is lacking,” Changbin said, chuckling when Jisung shoved him harshly. “You need more hunting experience.”

“I have more important things to do,” Jisung defended himself, looking in my direction with pitiful eyes. “I’ve been busy with pack stuff.”

“Poor baby,” I cooed. “Maybe you just needed a practice run. You can always try again.”

“I picked up a faint scent on the trail we came up,” Changbin said, nodding to his right. “It might be a smaller doe.”

Jisung followed Changbin and I lingered behind, taking a few more moments to admire the simplistic beauty of our mountain home. “I smell it!” Jisung declared, shifting back to his dusky brown wolf as his nose sniffed across the dirt floor.

“See if you can track it,” Changbin suggested and Jisung needed no further encouragement, determined to make up for his previous blunder.

I could hear him take off down the trail, feet thundering against the forest floor, purpose driving his steps. In the meantime, I could feel Changbin’s familiar presence as he approached from behind, nose touching the back of my neck while his strong arms wrapped around my middle.

“I really want to fuck you,” Changbin smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. I studied the trail where Jisung had disappeared into the ravine.

“Is this really an appropriate time?” I asked as he turned me around.

“He’s gone,” Changbin grinned. “And what else are we gonna do?”

“Hunt.”

“I can catch us enough prey,” Changbin bragged, leaning in closer, thumbing at the neckline of my shirt. “Your tits look good in this.”

“What a compliment.”

“Myah,” Changbin pouted, slowly forcing me backward. I allowed him to do so until my back met the rough bark of a nearby tree. “We haven’t had sex in a while.”

“If you were more patient,” I started, brushing my fingers against his gorgeous lips. “We could have sex tonight when we get back to camp.”

“Are you worried about Jisung?” Changbin asked, raising one brow in question.

“You aren’t?” I countered because the idea of Jisung stumbling upon Changbin fucking me against a tree was not exactly sexy.

“He’s not gonna know,” Changbin purred in my ear, reaching for the hem of my skirt. “I sent him after a stale scent. He’ll be searching for a while.”

“Was this your plan all along?” I indulged, allowing him to run his fingers up my bare thigh.

“No,” Changbin shrugged, fingers digging into my flesh. “But you smell really good today.”

“Do I normally smell bad?” I joked, wrapping my hands around his impressive biceps.

He flexed them on purpose. “I love your scent.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Changbin, don’t you think this is reckless?”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, angel,” he promised, looking for the right words to try and convince me to give in to his demands.

I was close to arguing again before he suddenly lifted me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he brought our bodies close together. He was unbelievably hard, cock straining against the material of his shorts. “Have you wanted this for a while?” I asked breathily because he was scenting me with purpose, determined to wipe all logical thoughts from my mind.

I barely noticed when his hands managed to push my skirt up to my legs, thumbs rubbing circles into my hip bones.

“I think my wolf was jealous of Jisung,” Changbin admitted, mouthing at the exposed expanse of my chest. “He wants our scent on you.”

“And what better way,” I grinned, curling my fingers through his thick hair.

“You know I like it, angel,” he continued, hips pushing forward into mine.

“We need to be fast,” I gasped, feeling the burning friction of his fingers as he moved my panties out of the way.

“Take me out,” he growled, eyes trained down as I worked his shorts and underwear down his legs, leaving his cock erect as he worked to support his hands under my thighs.

“Put it in,” I found myself begging, feeling his cock, warm and thick, as he moved us into the perfect position, tip threatening entrance.

And Changbin never needed me to beg for his cock, all too willing to give me whatever I wanted when it meant nothing but pleasure. Which is why I found myself moaning the moment he pushed his way inside, filling me with him slowly, a leisurely pace as if testing my patience. But I eventually learned patience throughout the years of satisfying my mates, so I simply waited until he was all the way inside, pressing against my clit with a wonderful pressure.

And with my skirt bundled up at my waist, legs wrapped around Changbin’s waist, feeling his powerful hands support my thighs with a bruising grip, I gave in to his wishes. It was all too easy to fall victim to his dark energy, and I choked on a sob as his cock moved in and out. He started a powerful rhythm that made it difficult to do anything more than toss my head back against the trunk of the tree, accepting whatever he decided to give me, which was always everything he had coiled tightly in the thick muscles that filled out his body.

“It’s good,” I made sure to tell him, praising him because I knew it would only get better the more I fed his ego, his desire to show off his strength for his mate.

But Changbin still had more demands.

“Show them to me,” Changbin begged, eyes glued to my chest.

I tried to ignore him, scenting across his throat, teeth scraping along his skin. His dark, spicy smell was driving my omega crazy, and my wolf howled at me to bite him again. It was difficult to resist, so I gave in, gently digging my teeth against the taut flesh of his shoulder blade. “Angel,” Changbin grunted, cock stuttering inside. “Are you listening to me?”

I whined when he slowed down, dragging out with a pace that was not nearly as satisfying. “Don’t stop,” I begged him, trying to force him back inside, pushing down against his grip on my legs.

He shifted me down, one of my feet touching the ground as his other hand continued to support most of my weight. I focused on taking in more oxygen as he tugged down my top, forcing my breasts to spill out. “That’s fucking hot,” he cursed, lifting me back up before forcing me down onto his thick cock.

“Come inside,” I begged him, rapidly approaching my release, feeling it build deep inside.

“Are you worried Jisung might see?” Changbin teased, sweat glistening beautifully across his dark skin.

“I-I’m not,” I managed, eyes closed tightly together as my hands ran across the broad expanse of his chest, feeling his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, straining with his efforts.

“He’d come in his pants like a little bitch,” Changbin snarled, mouth moving harshly across my breasts, tongue frequently taking the liberty to tease my sensitive nipples.

I could feel his knot growing, threatening to lock us together. It was enough to finally break me out of my pheromone-induced haze. “Changbin,” I said, “you can’t knot me out here.”

Changbin groaned, nipping at his mating mark on my neck. “Can I come inside your mouth?”

“Absolutely,” I agreed breathily, unable to stop from moaning when my orgasm suddenly hit courtesy of a well-timed thrust from Changbin, knot catching slightly on my entrance.

He growled, pulling out completely before helping me settle onto my knees in front of him. “Fuck, I like you this way, angel,” he whispered, hands wrapping into my hair.

I didn’t answer, opening my mouth to allow him access. His cock sat heavy on my tongue and I hollowed my cheeks, lips stretching to accommodate him, pausing at the swell of his arousal. It didn’t take long for Changbin to finally cum, releasing down my throat, bitter but satisfying. He finally pulled out slowly, flaccid length falling from my reddened lips.

We were both trying to catch our breath as we adjusted our clothes, trying to hide the evidence of our coupling. Unfortunately, when Changbin leaned in closer to kiss me, I could easily smell our sex permeating his scent. Jisung might not have Changbin’s superior sense of smell, but even a human could catch on to what we had been doing.

“We might be in trouble,” Changbin said, grinning against my wet skin.

After a while, I could hear the faint sound of Jisung’s paws against the underbrush. “He’s gonna smell us.”

“He’ll get you all to himself in a few weeks,” Changbin said, pressing one more lingering kiss to his mating mark.

I laughed when Jisung came into view, shifting into his human form. “He’s gonna be pissed.”

“I don’t care,” Changbin declared, holding me tightly against him, as if afraid to let go.

I merely laughed when Jisung immediately scrunched his nose as he came closer, the heavy smell of our sex assaulting the air surrounding us.

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