#Reverse omegaverse

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Why them? (Omega! Legal Guardians! BNHA x Alpha! All Might Daughter! Reader, Dead All Might) Part 1

Deku: '...Deku.', thinks Y/n. "Nope. I'm not going with that dip shit. I hate him.", says Y/n not realizing that she said it aloud until they all turned to look at her. Deku was frowning at her and everyone else had raised eyebrows besides the lawyer who just rolled their eyes and sighed.

"You have to go with him, Miss Yagi. Your father named him your guardian. Your an alpha so your required to have one for life so you have no choice in the matter.", says the lawyer.

"Fine but when I murder him in his sleep remember you could have prevented it.", says Y/n. She was not going to actually murder him but no one else needed to know that. She just wanted them to think she would so she wouldn't have to go with Izuku.

Everyone else gasps and glares at her but the lawyer is not phased at all. "Miss Yagi, my quirk let's me read minds. Pretending you want to kill him will not get you out of going. I understand you hate and why but you aren't willing to murder anyone.", says lawyer.

"Damn it.", curses Y/n with a scowl while everyone else looked relieved. "Ha. Your just an angry little alpha with Daddy issues.", says Bakugou Katsuki, Izuku's best friend and fellow pro hero. "Fuck you.", says Y/n with such disdain in her voice that everyone looked at with fear she would attack someone, except the lawyer who was just annoyed.

"Stop pretending to be menacing, Miss Yagi. Your not going to actually hurt anyone even If you do actually hate them. The will reading is over now so just sigh for your stuff now .", says lawyer. Y/n rolls her eyes as everyone goes up and takes different documents to sign except for her.

Y/n takes that moment to try and sneak out the door but a hand lands on her shoulder. She freezes and then looks up. Deku is looming over her.

Bakugou: '...Bakugou. What the hell was my father even thinking?', thinks Y/n to herself. Out loud the alpha female unknowingly said, "There's not a shot in hell of me going with him. The scowling maniac and I would kill each other." She didn't realize she had said it out loud until everyone but Bakugou turned to stare at her.

Bakugou snorted and without looking said, "Oh, please, brat. I'm the number two pro hero. You wouldn't get a scratch on me."

"Still not going with you dick head. I'd rather to prison or an alpha shelter.", says Y/n in such a flat tone that no one there doubted it. "Oh, come on, brat. I'm not that bad.", says red eyed pro hero.

Y/n's eye twitched and she made a fist. "Shut up. I am not a brat.", says Y/n with a hiss. "Yeah, you are. Every other alpha would love to live with me. Your just a spoiled brat.", Katsuki.

Y/n growls menacingly. She bares her fangs. "Fuck you, bastard.", says Y/n. The blonde growls back and starts to stand. Y/n glares. The lawyer interrupts them.

"The uhh, will reading is over. I just need everyone to sign some paper work I have ready each of you and you can leave. Please don't fight in my office.", says the lawyer.

Everyone starts to go up to sign paperwork but Y/n tries to slip away out the door. She doesn't make it far. A hand lands on her shoulder and she looks up to see Bakugou hovering over her.

Shoto: '...Todoroki Shoto. The hell? Was my father stupid?', thinks Y/n as she glares at Shoto. "No.", she says interrupting the will reading. "I'm not going with him. I'd rather go to prison or an alpha shelter permenantly.", says Y/n.

Everyone stares at her including Shoto though he looks bored. "That's not an option. You have to go with Mister Todoroki. The will stipulates he will be you guardian and that he has agreed to it prior to your father's death. It is his wish that you go with Mister Todoroki.", says the lawyer with a sigh.

"I don't care about the wishes of a man who didn't even bother to spend time with me beyond saying hello or goodbye. Even when he was dying he preferred to spend time with anyone but me. So in return I really don't give a fucking crap about his wishes.", says Y/n.

Bakugou Katsuki, one of the best friends of Todoroki Shoto snorts. "No one gives a shit. Your just a bratty little alpha with Daddy issues. Big whoop. You need a guardian and the one one who wants your ass is half n half so deal with it.", says the blonde.

Y/n clenched her fists and glares at him. "Shut the fuck up. You know nothing.", says Y/n with a glare. Bakugou stands up and gets in her face.

The lawyer yells, "No, fighting in my office. The will reading is over. You can all come up and sign for your stuff.", says the lawyer.

Everyone goes up to sign paperwork but Y/n tries to slip out the door and away from everyone. Y/n only makes it two steps out the door when a hand lands on her shoulder. She looks up to see Shoto standing over her.

Kirishima: '...Kirishima Eijirou. Why? Could he have picked anyone worse? I bet that fucker listens to you are my sunshine on repeat.', thinks Y/n to herself. "Nope. I'll run away first before I go with him.", says Y/n not realizing she said it aloud instead of in her head until everyone turns to stare at her.

"What are you fuckers looking at?", says Y/n with a scowl and narrowed eyes. A few people look away but most continue starring. "You not going to run away. You are going with Mister Kirishima whether or not you like it. It was your father's wish.", says the lawyer with a glare.

"I don't give a fuck. He couldn't even bother to spend time with me so his last wishes mean nothing to me. I will run away if I damned well want to do so.", says the alpha female.

Kirishima speaks up. "It won't be so bad. We can watch movies and cuddle at night.", says the red head. "Hell no.", says Y/n. The red head sighs.

"Look. I'm trying to make the best out of this situation.", says Kirishima. Y/n snorts.

Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima's best friend speaks up. "Stop being a entitled brat. There are worse people then Kirishima. He's a good guy.", says the red eyed blonde.

Y/n stands up and balls her fists. Bakugou gets in her face. The lawyer speaks up. "No fighting in my office. The will reading is over. Everyone come up and sign for your things.", says the lawyer.

Everyone but Y/n goes up. She tries to walk out the door. A hand lands on her shoulder. Behind her stood Kirishima when she looked back.

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[2]-Глава: Взаимно, побег отличная идея.

А/Н: «Дисклеймер; Я не несу ответственност чтобы у вас там ни было! Помните что по большой части, сюжет не такой как в каноне, то есть не все как в фильме. Приятного чтение, не забудьте оставить свой комментарий=>»

[1]-Глава—>[2]-Глава—>[3]-Глава(скоро)

Pov: !•?

[Т/и]: «Интересно конечно, но… ты сейчас шутишь? Это как? В смысле у тебя аллергия практически от всего? У тебя анафилактический шок что-ли?»

Джоэл: «Нет! Но, это правда что у меня аллергия от всего, я могу умереть в любой момент. И это не смешно, это серьезно!»

[Т/и]: «Больно уж ты живучий. Ты преувеличиваешь, я ни разу не видела твоей аллергической реакции Джо-Джо. Может тебе резиновый костюм принести? Ведь у тебя Алллергия Практически от всего.»

Пагсли: «Я ему то же самое говорил.»

Джоэл: «Это правда! И это не смешно, прекращайте меня дразнить, и прекращай называть меня по этим дурацким прозвищем!»

[Т/и]: «Прости, прости… Джо-Джо.»

Джоэл аж покраснел от раздражения, пока [Т/и] просто забавлялась его реакцией, и тихо смеясь. Это уже не в первый раз как она дразнить аллергического мальчика, а Пагсли просто наблюдал за этим зрелищем.Можно сказать что [Т/и] и Пагсли нашли общий язык друг с другом, в последнее время они начали часто тусоваться. Они разыгрывали всех безобидно как считал юный Аддамс, ведь это не так весело пока [Т/и] смеётся от души от их праделок. Пагсли немного начал привыкать к этому и присоединятся к ней к этим безобидным поступкам.Пока они до сих пор дразнили Джоэля, Уэсндей закатила глаза отчего даже закрыла свою книгу обращая на них жёсткий взгляд.

Уэсндей: «Пагсли, [Т/ф] я думаю с него уже достаточно ваших глупых поступках.»

Пагсли упал на кровать от досады, а [Т/и] просто фыркнула пока мальчик Альфа смотрел на неё с улыбкой, Уэсндей ничего не ответила, она посмотрела на [Т/и] последний раз пока она снова не вернулась к своему чтению.

??? : «Извините детки что прерываю ваше веселье, но тут к вам пришла почта!»

Гарри: «Так что не спешите ребят! Сейчас мы дадим всем вам письма!»

Дети сразу поспешили к ним и ждали свои письма. Бекки привлекли две очень необычные письма. Чёрный и Ц/п(цвет письма).

Бекки: «Оу… Уэсндей Аддамс и [Т/и] [Т/ф], вам тут заветные письма!»

Уэнсдей без колебания выпрыгнула со своей кровати и сразу же забрала письмо с рук вожатой пока [Т/и] без проблем просто спокойно взяла свое. Омега рассматривала своё письмо, что её глаза распахнулись, а [Т/и] смотря на свою просто была спокойна, к её счастью это было письмо от её младшей сестрёнки.

[Т/и]: «[От: Лилии; Приветик сестрёнка! Как дела? Я уже по тебе соскучилась как и сестра Джес♡! Не представляешь что я сейчас чувствую! Хоть прошло три дня с того как ты ушла, и я уверена, что ЭТО ПИСЬМО ПРИШЛО ТЕБЕ ТОЛЬКО ЧЕРЕЗ 1 С ПОЛОВИНОЙ НЕДЕЛИ ИЗ ЗА МЕДЛЕННЫХ ПОЧТАЛЬЕНОВ! ААААГХ! А я бы могла просто использовать магию чтоб письмо пришла прямо к тебе в руки, без всяких проблем и грязных рук жалких смертных людей. Хотя братишка Антон сч��тает что это глупо скучать по тебе, и в целом будет хорошо если ты будешь вдали от нас. НО Я НЕ СОГЛАСНА! Родители, как обычно, ведут себя как зануды! Они начали искать жениха для Джес и меня. Но сестренка, я этого не хочу! Я ХОЧУ ЖЕНИТЬСЯ НА ТЕБЕ! НА ТЕБЕ И ТОЛЬКО НА ТЕБЕ! Надеюсь что и сестра Джес тоже. Ведь ты самая лучшая из всех кого я знаю. Если этот так называемый жених придет к нам домой я ему лицо зацарапаю, что он больше не вернётся! Сестра [Т/и], если ты это уже читаешь, то, пожалуйста, напиши мне сразу. Ведь я же знаю, что ты не будешь использовать человеческие методы♡ жду от тебя письмо в своей комнате. Я уже поставила твой артефакт в нужное место чтобы родители не узнали, уверена, что после того как ты прочтёшь моё письмо, я получу свое заветное письмо от тебя через час! С любовью: Лилия♡♡♡]»

После того как [Т/и] закончила читать, она сразу же уничтожила письмо, смеясь про себя. Её младшая такая же девочка, как и раньше, бывало много случай когда та не раз говорила что хочет на ней женится. Ну бывает, маленькая ещё, глупа. Да и если было бы возможно вряд-ли родители бы были согласны, как и она сама. После того как она позабавилась, она обратила своё внимание девочке готке у которой не было даже лица, была намного бледные чем обычно.

Уэнсдей: «О нет… это невозможно. Это самая худшая новость!»

[Т/и]: «Дай угадаю. Намного хуже розовых пони, ярких улыбок и вожатых?»

Гарри с Бекки переглянулись от замешательство.

Уэсндей: «Намного хуже. Это самое худшее что было в истории человечества!»

Уэнсдей прямо посмотрела на Пагсли и слегка дрожащими губами наконец-то выдала новость.

Уэсндей: «Дядя Фестер женится…»

•Кар~•Кар~•

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У Пагсли расширились глаза настолько что чуть ли не из орбит вылезли, пока остальные были в замешательстве. [Т/и] аж несколько 10 раз заморгала.

Гарри: «Свадьба! Это же ведь чудесно!»

Бекки: «Это скорее прекрасная новость!»

Аманда: «И на ком же он жениться?»

Уэсндей: «На няне.»

У [Т/и] чуть ли не отвисла челюсть, это было похоже на драму которую она много раз видела в телевизоре, пока Пагсли начал выходить из себя от состояния шока. Джоэл ��е просто был в замешательстве и хотел обработать эту удивительную новость.После ответа Уэсндей, Аманда сразу скривилась показывая свое отвращение.

Аманда: «Уходи отсюда иначе я покончу с собой! Полегчало?»

[Т/и]: «Вау~…»

Альфа удивилась от слов девочки которая преследовала её, она даже не знала что она способна сказать что-то подобное, чтобы попытаться успокоить юного Аддамса, и да, на удивление Уэсндей смогла кое чудом вернуть себе лицо после её слов. Вожатые не знали что делать пока Бекки прервала неловкую минутную тишину.

Бекки: «Я уверена что, она очень хорошая женщина!»

Аманда: «Цыц. Я считаю это отвратительным! Мне кажется что их сеймейка, это какой-то фантастический медецинский эксперимент! Мне кажется они как циркачи!»

Пагсли: «Что ты сказала? Не хочешь повторить эти слова прямо мне в глаза?»

Пагсли наконец-то вышел из транса, и начал приближаться к Аманде, постепенно хмуря лицо. Бекки сразу хлопнула в ладоши встав между девочкой и мальчиком.

Бекки: «Так! Ребята! Групповое обьятия!»

После этого объявление, почтальон, Джоэл и [Т/и] потихоньку начали сваливать от этого дурдома, и как только [Т/и] сделала шаг к выходу, её сразу схватила девочка готка. [Т/и] сразу начала на неё шипеть.

[Т/и]: «*О~ нет подруга! На этот раз ты сама страдай этой фигнёй, потому что я в этом не участвую! *»

Уэнсдей: «*Я знаю. И поэтому ты остаёшься с нами. И к тому же Пагсли с тобой спокойнее.*»

[Т/и]: «*Просто признай что тебе нравится меня мучить.*»

Уэсндей: «*Не отрицаю.*»

Джоэл уже давно ушёл с почтальёном а Уэсндей крепко держала за руку [Т/и] а Пагсли аккуратно начал прятаться за спиной своего друга. Все присутвующие повернулись к ним ярко улыбаясь и приглашая их, пока Аманда холодно посмотрела на их руки отчего Уэсндей лишь издала слабый и тихий смешок. Бекки с Гарри до сих пор смотрели на троих ожидая их в обьятие, но вот только трое отступили на несколько шагов назад. Гарри же выдохнул, он начал злится но не показывала этого и дальше улыбался приближаясь к ним, как и Бекки за ним.

Гарри: «Уэсндей, Пагсли и [Т/и]… Повредить ли нам обьятие?»

Пагсли: «Мы не обнимаемся.»Бекки: «О~ они просто стесняются!»

Пагсли: «Мы не стесняемся.»Уэнсдей/[Т/и]: «Мы заразны.»

Гарри начал аккуратно убирать свою руку от плеча мальчика Аддамса и неловко их почистил об штаны, будто избавляется от несуществующего пятна.

Гарри: «Я чуствую тут какие-то трение… это не в духе Чипуа.»

Все тоже согласились с ними, кто-то сказал «Согласен/Согласна» а другие кивали издавая звук одобрение.

Гарри: «Но! Это не проблема. Все что им нужно, это хорошие друзья! Немного веселье… и немного побыть в Хижине Гармонии!»

Через некоторое время, Аддамсы с [Т/ф] уже находились в маленькой цветочной хижине, которая находилась в лесу и намного дальше от лагеря. Уэсндей и Пагсли сели друг с другом на диване, а вот [Т/и] села напротив Уэсндей в кресле. [Т/и] воспользовалась этой возможностью как быстро написать письмо своей сестрёнке.

Пагсли: «И как долго нам здесь находиться?»

Уэнсдей: «Пока не чокнемся.»

[Т/и] чуть ли не задохнулась от приступа смеха, эта ситуация была настолько забавной что она решила тоже участвовать в этом.

[Т/и]: «Ага. Пока мы еще не полюбим розовых, звездночных единорогов.»

Пагсли сразу пришёл в ужас и не в хорошем смысле, Уэсндей же резко посмотрела на [Т/и], если бы взгляды могли убивать, то возможно у Альфы были бы несколько дыр в голове.

Уэсндей: «Самая нелепая шутка который мог придумать твой мозг.»

[Т/и]: «Хех. Но я же знаю насколько тебе нравится эта сторона моей натуры Аддамс. Не считая твое личико когда ты смотрела на письмо присланный вам обоим, я даже сфотографировала тебя в этот момент.»

[Т/и] как всегда одарила её своей фирменной ухмылкой и смотрела ей прямо в глаза, Пагсли в свою очередь просто закатил глаза на двух девочек. Он уже привык к их ежедневным вызовом в гляделки, и всегда либо побеждала [Т/и] или Уэсндей или вообще никто, и была ничья. Победа для них обоих было редкостью. Пока они смотрели друг другу в глаза, ручка которая писала письмо подлетела к своей хозяйке, давая знак что он закончил. [Т/и] прервала игру и сразу взяла письмо которая уже находилась в конверте с печатью, после из руки она сгорела на мгновение и исчезла с рук девочки, оставляя за собой несколько золотой пыльцы. За этими движениями наблюдали Аддамсы, это начало завораживать.

Уэсндей: «(Впечетляет…)»

Пагсли: «Ух ты. Это круто. Только слишком ярко.»

[Т/и]: «Знаю. Зато как удобно! Ручка будет писать за тебя, а письмо придет за час чем почтальёны привезут их через несколько дней.»

Уэнсдей: «Надеюсь что твой интелект не упадёт от того что ты сама не развиваешь свою граммоту.»

[Т/и]: «Хехехе. Нельзя судить книжки по обложке, пока я с тобой играла Аддамс, я управляля этой ручкой, а значит это я сама писала. Как говорится двух зайцев одним выстрелом. Плюс сэкономила свое время чем ты за свой за день.»

Уэнсдей строго на неё посмотрела пока Альфа перед ней просто ухмылялась, ей нравилась поведение девочки но и одновременно раздражало. Она начала много думать, и придумала разные способы её смерти. Она конечно много раз ей угрожала, но ей всегда казалось что она лишь игралась с ней что раздражало её больше обычного.Наступила горькое тишина. [Т/и] с Пагсли играли в карты, Уэнсдей просто наблюдала.

[Т/и]: «Хех. Джекпот! Короли, друг мой.»

Пагли: «Проклятье! Ты жулничала!»[Т/и]: «А разве суть этой игры не жульничество?»

*Бам! *

Дверь внезапно резко котрылась и на той сторону уже открытой двери стоял Гарри а также…

[Т/и]: «Джо-Джо! Привет!»

Джоэл: «Сколько раз повторять! Прекращай так меня называть!»

Гарри сразу толкнул Джоэла внутрь и он с трудом улыбался. «Веселись!»– Он резко захлопнул дверью и ушёл пока мальчик Альфа начал осматривать местность.

[Т/и]: «Нравится то что видишь?»

Джоэл был в ужасе от комнаты. Везде были плакаты про хорошее настроение, мягкие мишки на мебели, розовые стулья и стол, куклы на полках, весёлые часы с румяном. Это было кошмаром для его мозга.

Джоэл: «О, нет…»

[Т/и]: «Скажи, за что тебя сюда привели?»

Джоэл: «Не скажу.»

Уэсндей: «За что тебя сюда привели?»

Джоэл: «Я не пошел на верховую езду.»

[Т/и]: «(Ах ты, маленький говнюк. Я тебе это припомню!)»

Уэсндей сузила на него глаза, будто значило что он не договаривает.

Уэсндей: «И?»

Джоэл: «И не сделал скворечник…»

[Т/и]: «Почему же?»

Джоэл цокнул и закатил глаза, опустив голову.

Джоэл: «Я-я, просто хотел почитать.»

Внезапно из двери снова появился Гарри и забрал книгу.

Гарри: «Не в моё дежурство очкарик! А теперь точно веселись! Хыхэхе.»

Гарри странно посмеялся будто чуть не задохнулся и точно сразу вышел за дверью, и судя по быстрому топоту он точно ушел.

[Т/и]: «Мерлиновое борода… ну и смех у него.»

Джоэл: «ААААААААААААААА!!!»

Внезапно Джоэл закричал от ужаса того что он увидел, [Т/и] аж вздрогнула от внезапности и перемен атмосферы в комнате. Она тут же посмотрела на ту сторону где смотрел мальчик пока Аддамсы закатили глаза, будто ожидали такого исхода. Когда взгляд [Т/и] упала прямо на плакат с Майколом Джексоном в стиле гота, который отвел взгляд от соседнего плакат, там были детские руки который держал планету с надписью «МАЙКЛ ДЖЕКСОН/ИЗЛЕЧИМ МИР»

[Т/и]: «Кричишь как мандрагора без горшка. Тц.»

[Т/и] даже тяжело закатила глаза и покачала головой в стороны в сторону. Испугаться этого маленького места? Серьезно? Она и хуже видала. Разве что кроме срань Мерлина уж точно. Все трое на неё посмотрели будто та сошла с ума, или наоборот.

[Т/и]: «Не смотрите на меня как последний василиск в подземелье!»

Они все ещё на неё смотрели, а Джоэл все ещё тяжело дышал, чуть ли не падая в обморок.

[Т/и]: «Что?»

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[Т/и]: «*Разорви меня горгулья… Да ладно Винни! Я же как обычно играла с ним. Я конечно понимаю что он твоя игрушка, но я не собираюсь забрать его душу! Развяжи меня, у меня уже начинается кружится голова! *»

Уэнсдей: «В отличии от тебя, даже птица может продержатся.»

Джоэл ухмылялся позади Альфы девочки, к его счастью Аддамсы не заметили его выражение лица кроме ведьмы которая пронзала его кинжалами, к её сожалению взгляд не может убивать человека.

[Т/и]: «(Не понимаю, чем ей так понравился этот мальчик. Я конечно понимаю что он стал её игрушкой в её игре. Хотя мне его не особо жаль. Не друг не враг. Статус: Знакомые. Больше ничего… погоди… А Уэнс тогда для меня кто? Знакомые? Партнеры? Друзья? Или просто знакомые по интересам? Тц, теперь я начинаю раздражаться.)»

Пагсли устал от этого зрелище что решил наконец-то отпустит её из плена. Он взял свой кинжал из секретного кармана на ноге, и сразу кинул его прямо на веревку которая держала вас от падение, но к вашему несчастью вы чуть ли не упали на голову, можно сказать чуть шею себе не сломали, если бы вас не поймала старшая Аддамс.

[Т/и]: «Спасибо Аддамс. Я бесконечно в долгу. (Змея ты ползучая. Надеюсь что однажды у тебя появится такой яркий друг что ты захочешь умереть на месте!)»Уэнсдей: «Чтож, тогда нам пора выбираться отсюда.»

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[Т/и]: «Класс… побег это самое лучшая идея. Ты уверена что нас не поймают?»

Уэнсдей: «Глупые вопросы. Пагсли, быстрее!»

На улице была ночь, и Аддамсы оделись во все чёрное, они выглядели так будто ограбили кого-то и собирались убежать от место преступлении. [Т/и] тоже была одежа во все чёрное, только вот маска у неё отсутвовала, и когда Пагсли с [Т/и] помогали Уэнсдей забраться за забором, появился Джоэл и откликнул их… точнее ��н откликнул Уэнсдей. Он предупредил что у неё будет столбняк от колючей проволки, и вытащил ножницы для резни арматурой сетки, как только он начал резать металлическую сетку, сразу заиграла сирена тревоги.

[Т/и]: «Спасибо Джо-Джо, нас поймали.»

С далека начали появляться группы людей, в их состав были две недовольные вожатые, и люди которые делили домик с ними четырьмя, а также двое охранников с собаками из породы Добермана. Двое мальчишек подошли к Аддамсом и сняли с них маску пока Аманда рассказывала как она заметила их, и увидела как они убегают. Соседка [Т/и] которая спала на второй койке строго смотрела на неё, впрочем как и остальные смотрели на всех четверых.

Гарри: «Дети! Что это вы задумали?»

Уэнсдей: «Нам надо поведаться с семьёй, это очень важно.»

Бекки была в замешательстве, у неё было невозмутимое выражение лица пока она не начала возмущённо спрашивать.

Бекки: «Это важнее лето и веселье?.. Важнее знакомство с новыми друзьями?! Важнее делиться радостью?!»

Пока она возмущалась, Аманда улыбалась с гордостью, будто она сделала редкое достижение в своей жизни, и также с этим гордым лицом смотрела прямо на [Т/и], которая не особо обращала внимание на окружающих. Аманда снова замечталась, думая про себя, какая же её будущая Альфа крутая, бестрашная и красивая. После вопросов Бекки, Гарри решил перебить её и решил обратить внимание на мальчика рядом с Аддамсом.

Гарри: «И Джоэл Гликер? Я удивлён тобой!»

Джоэл: «Я-я должен выбраться отсюда! У меня аллергия!»

Все дети позади вожатых начали смеяться над ним, пока [Т/и] просто похлопала ему по плечу чтобы немного успокоить его панику.

Бекки: «И [Т/и] [Т/ф], я знала какая вы бываете бунтаркой, но я ожидала от вас большего уму разума. Но видимо я ошиблась.»

[Т/и]: «Чего?»

[Т/и] была не в до умении от заявление старшей. Судя по всему Бекки больше напоминала ей её маму, особенно в их схожести заключалась в их характерах.

Бекки: «И Джоэл! У тебя аллергия? На солнце, стрельбу из лука, и ремесло?»

Говорила Бекки в шуточном интонации, она начала немного шутить и издеваться над мальчиком, пока остальные снова не посмеялись. А Джоэл подтвердил на эти заявлении, и кивнул несколько раз. Аманда же привлекла всеобщее внимание заявив.

Аманда: «Я думаю их надо наказать! Наказать! Наказать!»

Все тоже начали поддерживать девочку и тоже с такой же интонации начали слегка кричать «НАКАЗАТЬ! НАКАЗАТЬ! НАКАЗАТЬ!» потом они все вместе пытались сделать несколько шагов ближе к ним, пока их не остановила Бекки с Гарри. (А охранники просто курят в сторонке: Колян, а зачем мы здесь?)

Бекки: «Нет, нет, нет! Мы здесь не для того чтобы наказывать. Мы здесь чтобы вдохновлять.»

Аманада до сих пор улыбалась и аккуратно посмотрела в сторону Уэнсдей, Бекки же приобнимала Аманжу за её плечо. Уэнсдей в свою очередь тоже смотрела на сторону Аманды, она сузила глаза будто хотела дать ей какой-то сигнал или послание.

Гарри: «Ребята, а вы знаете что нужно этим маленьким ниндзя? Вы знаете что может перевернуть их печаль или безполезные жизни?»

Джоэл вздрогнул и сглотнул слюны который начал застревать в его горле, и он с трудом спросил.

Джоэл: «Что?»

Гарри откуда-то вытащил гитару и он начал играть и петь, и остальные тоже присоединились кроме четверых.

[Т/и]: «(Песня? Серьезно?!)»

Все: «Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya.»

Аддамсы посмотрели друг на друга, Джоэл снова начал тяжело дышать пока остальные продолжали петь.

Все: «Kumbaya my Lord, kumbayaKumbaya my Lord, kumbayaOh Lord, kumbaya…»

Уэнсдей начала пятится назад, её глаза так расспахнулись что она хотела слится с сеточным забором позади неё.

[Т/и]: «(Не завидую тебе Уэнс, отличных мучений тебе. И мальчикам тоже.)»

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[Т/и]: «Хей Пагсли, а куда твоя сестра пропала в такую рань?»

Пагсли: «Хм, ну… Она… вроде пошла с Джоэлем на сторону озера.»

[Т/и]: «О… понятно…»

[Т/и] понизила свой тон как и голос, к её счастью Пагсли даже не заметил перемену лица Альфы. Она посмотрела в окно на сторону озера, что-то внутри у неё скребела, но просто тяжело выдохнув она снова вернулась на свою кровать. Да, к их счастью им не пришлось спать всем вместе в доме Гармонии как любили называть их вожатые и другие дети.

[Т/и]: «(Угх… и чего это я растроилась из-за жалкого мальчика Альфы? Из-за девочки Аддамса? Эх… забудь об этом [Т/и], просто забудь. Не нужно думать об этом, это глупо. Очень и очень глупо…)»

Пагсли: «Кстати [Т/и]! В письме было написано что мы с Уэнсдей можем приглашать своих друзей. Ты не против пойти на свадьбу нашего дяди?»

===Продолжение следует ———》•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

[allpiesforourown]

Guys is this a safe space because lately I've been thinking about nothing but omegaverse role reversal au . Can you imagine it. Possessive jealous alpha binghe and his omega disciple shen yuan who doesn't notice anything odd about his shizuns behaviour because he transmigrated from a world where everyone is a beta

Binghe would constantly insist on "showing shen yuan a sword move" or "fixing his robe" and shen yuan would think nothing of it because surely he needs to learn these things! He has no idea his shizun is touching him everywhere to cover him in his scent when shen yuan mentions he's going to talk to Liu qingge or Yue Qingyuan ..

Oughhhh Binghe would be so normal. He would be So Normal. He definitely doesn't have dreams about shen yuan going into heat every night. (Unfortunately shen yuan uses suppressants because he hates airplane for writing this omegaverse shit)

Also just throwing it out there I think Luo binghe and Liu qingge would fight over who is shen yuan's "provider" like

Liu qingge: shen yuan I caught and killed a wild animal for you. *side eyes Binghe* like an alpha SHOULD

Shen Yuan: oh um thanks...

Binghe: a-yuan, I cooked dinner :) perfectly toasted and spiced

Shen Yuan: oh I can't wait to eat it :D

Binghe to Liu qingge: HA. IM THE ONE WHO PUTS FOOD ON HIS PLATE. IM HIS ALPHA

Qingge: THIS IS BULLSHIT, MAKING CONGEE ISNT HUNTING

[flyingdidii]

Jaydick // Reverse Robins comic

Maybe one day I’ll color this, enjoy this two beans <3

DAY ONE: RR - Omega Dick Week

[his-beloved-bride]

Choices

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairings: MC x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Summary: A/B/O AU in which the boys are roommates in uni - MC hides her Omega status until her heat is triggered one night during a party at the boys' house…

A/N: Please note that English isn't my first language therefore there might be some mistakes here and there - summary vague to avoid some spoilers - MC has a name

The stadium smelled of pop-corn… and Zayne. The Omega sighed as her childhood friend's scent invaded her nostrils. He had invited her to watch Caleb's game that night. It had come as a total surprise. Zayne, doctor-to-be, never left his bedroom in the house he shared with Caleb and their friends. She would never have imagined the Alpha would be interested in sports, especially college football. Even when it was Caleb's team playing. Zayne disliked the noise, the shouts, the crowd… he always had. He wasn't much of a socializer. He wasn't one for small talk. Unless it was with her. He would have small talks with her all day every day. Big talks, even, if he could. But Zayne was busy. Zayne was going to be a heart surgeon, and failure was not an option.

"Finished your homework already, Dr. Zayne?"

Zayne raised an eyebrow and almost rolled his eyes when he saw the teasing smirk on her face.

"Not quite."

"Did Caleb get you the tickets?" she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"No?" Zayne replied with a frown. "I bought them myself, why?"

"Oh… just… didn't think this was your kind of thing… is all."

"It's a big game for Caleb, I knew you'd want to be here for him."

"You didn't have to come with me, I know you hate these things."

"I don't… hate it. And it's Caleb, we should be here for him."

Mina nodded. She was unconvinced, but she nodded. This wasn't Caleb's first big game. But it was the first time Zayne was in the audience.

Mina hadn't seen Zayne in some time, but she was certain something was different about him now. He had always been a serious person, not just a serious student. Sometimes, it was hard to know if he was enjoying the moment, as he always seemed to want to be anywhere but wherever he was. When Caleb told her he was moving into a house with his friends, she did not imagine Zayne was one of them. And she did not imagine Caleb would start behaving like the future doctor either. Ever since he left for university, two years before she graduated high school herself, he had become so distant. They barely saw each other anymore. When she was accepted at the same university, she hoped things would go back to how they used to be, back to normal. But it wasn't the case. He was avoiding her. He barely even responded to her texts anymore. It was a complete mystery, why her adoptive brother would start ignoring her all of a sudden. In truth, it was Mina's first heart break. And she had shed many tears over it.

Mina cheered for Caleb and his team, and perhaps her spirit had helped them win, though they didn't really need any help. Zayne had remained seated, only clapping whenever he found acceptable. As the stadium emptied, he caught Mina by the arm and spoke strange words to her.

"Do you want to come?"

"What?"

"To the party, do you want to come?"

"You're hosting a party?"

Zayne snorted as if the very idea was laughable. "No. Caleb is."

"Who- who will be there?"

"His teammates I'm assuming, the cheerleaders, the guys…"

"What guys?"

"Our roommates."

"Ah, right…" The guys.

Mina shook her head. "Does Caleb know you're inviting me?"

"I don't think he'd object."

"You'd be surprised…" she mumbled under her breath.

"So, are you coming?"

Mina thought about it. There was a very good reason she shouldn't go to a house full of drunken boys. Not boys. Alphas. And perhaps her being there might finally get Caleb's attention. His anger and disapproval also, but his attention.

"Yeah, okay, I'll come."

***

Anger, disapproval, attention… Mina got all of that. And more. When Caleb spotted her in the middle of his living room, a red cup of who knew what in hand, surrounded by Alphas… he saw red.

"Ow, you're hurting me!" Mina whined as her foster brother dragged her outside.

"What were you thinking coming here?!"

"Zayne brought me!"

"You should've said no!"

"I wanted to see you! I never see you anymore, this is what I have to do to see my brother now?"

"I am not your brother," Caleb hissed at her, startling her. He instantly regretted it when he saw the look on her face, the hurt in her eyes. "I-" he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Why would you say that to me?" Mina's voiced cracked as tears filled her eyes.

"No, baby, that's not what I meant, I'm sorry," he said in a soft voice, his soft voice that he only used for her and that she had missed deeply. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, but he was avoiding her eyes.

Frustrated, Mina tried to push him away from her, but he was like a rock, unmovable.

"I hate you," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks.

"That's okay," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss in her hair.

"No, it's not okay!"

She was crying now, her face buried in his shirt. "You left me! You left me alone! Gran died and you weren't there!'

"I'm sorry, I couldn't… I had to…"

"What?" she shouted as she pushed herself away from him, from his embrace. "What did you have to do that was so important you weren't at Gran's funeral? You weren't there when I needed you the most!"

"I can't… I can't be there for you anymore, Mina…"

"Why not? Why do you hate me so much?"

"No, baby, you don't get it, I don't hate you," he assured her, taking her face in his hands, making her look at him. "I… I couldn't stay because… because I want something I can't have. And I don't want to hurt you."

"What doest that mean?" she frowned, and in her anger Caleb could see incomprehension.

"Does anyone know? Baby, tell me, does anyone know you're an Omega?"

"No, of course not."

"Good, that's good," he released a sigh of relief before embracing her once again. "No one can know."

Mina froze in his strong embrace. His strong Alpha scent surrounded her like a protective shield.

"Is that… is that why you left me… because I'm an Omega?"

Caleb sighed heavily. "I love you, you know that right?"

"… I love you too."

"One day your suppressants won't do the job anymore, and you'll need… someone. Promise me you'll find a good Alpha."

Silence invaded the backyard. The muffled sounds from the party raging inside was all that could be heard, but neither of them paid it any mind. Mina's hands gripped Caleb's shirt and she trembled slightly in his arms.

"I already have found a good Alpha…"

"Mina…"

"Is that why you left?" she asked, gripping his shirt tightly. He could hear the tears in her voice.

"I'm your brother…"

"No, you're not!"

Caleb chuckled quietly. "Do you see now why I had to go?"

"It's not fair!"

"One day, you'll have to make that decision. And I can't be your brother when you do."

Mina sobbed. "It's not fair…"

"I know… but in the end, no matter what happens, no matter who you choose… I'll always be there for you. Always."

***

Mina entered Zayne's room without knocking. It was unlike her to do such a thing, and Zayne would usually not appreciate it but when he saw her face, her wet cheeks, her red eyes… he chose to remain silent, even when she collapsed on his bed with her shoes on.

"I see you spoke to your brother."

"He's not my brother!"

"What happened?"

Mina sighed. "Don't worry about it, I know you're busy. Just pretend I'm not here."

"But you are here, and you are upset. I would be a bad friend to ignore it."

"Is Caleb my brother?" she mused. "Can he be something else or will he always be my brother…"

"Well, technically speaking, he is not your brother, you were never adopted as such."

"Technically speaking…" she repeated. Was that enough?

"Why? What else do you want him to be?"

What a question that was. The answer was not so simple.

"I'm just going to stay here for a little while… is that okay?"

"Of course."

Zayne eyed the teary girl on his bed for a moment before turning back to the books on his desk.

***

When Mina woke up, she didn't know where she was. That wasn't her bed or her bedroom, and she was still fully clothed, although, someone had removed her shoes.

"Zayne…"

She looked around but the room was empty. The clock on his bedside table showed it was the middle of the night, 3AM. At least the party was over, there was no music or laughter to be heard. She pushed the covers to the side and sat up. She didn't question how she got under the covers of Zayne's bed. She simply put on her shoes and exited the room.

"Hey, watch it!"

Mina gasped as a male voice reprimanded her.

"You're not Zayne," another voice said.

Mina found herself in the hallway with two strangers she could only assume to be Caleb and Zayne's roommates. Two Omegas looking right at her.

"Uh… no I'm… I'm Mina, I'm Caleb's… I'm Caleb's…"

"Sister, yeah we know of you," the one with the purple hair cut her off.

"What are you doing in Zayne's room?" the blonde one inquired.

"Oh, I was… I guess I must have fallen asleep earlier… he was with me before."

"He's in the kitchen making coffee. Hi, I'm Rafayel, this is Xavier."

Mina eyed the two men before her, two Omegas… two claimed Omegas. The bite marks weren't hidden behind a scarf or a ton of makeup. They were worn proudly, adorned on their throats.

"Yeah he's doing an all nighter again," Xavier sighed his disapproval.

"So uh… you and Zayne…" Rafayel said wiggling his eyebrows.

"No," Mina shook her head. "We're just friends."

The look of disappointment could not be missed on the Omega's face, but Xavier only seemed bored. Mina stood awkwardly in the hallway. It wasn't surprising they would think that, after all, she must reek of Zayne's scent now that she had slept in his bedsheets. She needed some fresh air, desperately. She had spent the night in the company of Alphas, had gotten Caleb's scent on her and now Zayne's scent was attacking her senses like a relentless assault against her suppressants.

"I should go," Mina said, awkwardly walking around them to reach the stairs. "It was nice to meet you!"

Rafayel and Xavier watched her leave quietly and once she had disappeared looked back at each other.

"Did you smell that?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah. She needs better suppressants."

Mina found Zayne and Caleb in the kitchen. Caleb was cleaning after his guests, Zayne was, as Rafayel had said, drinking a cup of coffee. Both Alphas smelled her before they heard her, which alarmed the captain of the football team. He dropped everything and rushed over to her.

"Mina, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she frowned, confused by the panicked look on his face. "Why?"

"You.."

The front door opened and didn't allow Caleb to respond. Mina smelled the Alpha as soon as he penetrated the house. He was huge. Not just in size but in height. Imposing, tall and strong. He was wearing a dark suit perfectly tailored to his muscular chest and arms. It made him even scarier. There was no doubt, with his white hair and red eyes, he wasn't just any Alpha. He was the Alpha to lead all Alphas. The leader of the pack.

"Sylus," Zayne greeted. "You're home late."

"I had business," the white haired Alpha said with a voice so deep it shook Mina to her core.

She swallowed heavily. That wasn't normal. The effect he had on her, just with his voice. She looked up at Caleb and saw concern in his eyes.

"Who's this?" Sylus asked as he turned towards her. "Finally found an Omega of your own, Caleb?"

"She's not an Omega."

Sylus raised an eyebrow at Caleb's words. "No?" he cocked his head slightly before he took a step forward.

Mina could feel Caleb tensing up next to her, or perhaps it was her own nervousness she was feeling. Sylus approached her slowly, then leaned over to her, his face coming close to hers, coming down to her neck. Mina felt paralyzed, caged by the Alpha who wasn't even touching her. Sylus breathed her in and hummed. His red eyes moved to find hers and he smirked at the fear he saw in them. He moved away slowly, as his fingers seized her chin and forced her to look up at him.

"Looks like your suppressants decided to quit on you, little Omega," Sylus tsked.

"She just forgot to take them," Caleb assumed.

"No, I didn't," Mina said quietly, knowing what this meant. And from the look on Caleb's face, so did he.

"A valiant effort," Sylus smiled, "to hide your little sister's secret."

"This does not come out of this house," Caleb ordered.

"Who am I going to tell?" Sylus shrugged. "But the suppressants have stopped working, taking them still will only damage her health."

"He's right," Zayne said from behind them. "Do you know who triggered your heat, Mina?"

"My… my heat? No, I'm not in heat," the Omega shook her head.

Sylus laughed. Caleb's heart sank. "Mina… your body has rejected the suppressants… you know what that means."

"But… I feel fine."

"For now," Rafayel said as he appeared in the living room with Xavier.

"You'll feel it soon. And it'll hurt."

"Shut up, Xavier," Caleb growled.

"Do not speak to my Omega that way," Sylus warned.

"Then tell your Omega not to scare m…" Caleb paused.

"Scare your…? You sister? Or your Omega, Caleb?" Sylus asked. "Figured that one out yet?"

"Shut up!"

"That's enough," Zayne called from behind them. "Mina is going into her first heat and she doesn't have an Alpha, now is not the time for us to argue. We need to figure out who triggered her heat as he's most likely her mate."

"Oh please," Rafayel sighed dramatically, "we all know it's you, Zayne, the girl slept in your bed for a few hours, your scent is all over her."

"You what?" Caleb turned towards Zayne, "you let her sleep in your bed, are you insane?" Did you do this on purpose?"

"A few minutes ago, I was still under the impression your sister was a beta, Caleb."

"Caleb," Mina called, her voice quiet and weak, but he heard her nonetheless. "Can we talk about this?"

On Caleb's face was a mixture of anger, uncertainty, panic… and fear.

"Caleb," she begged as tears filled her eyes.

Oh, how he hated to make her cry again, especially on this night.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said before stepping away. Mina's eyes grew bigger with each step he took and she watched him walk away from her. She watched her Alpha exit the house she was now trapped in.

Her heart was ripped apart at the loss of her chosen mate, as his scent vanished while two others invaded her senses. Her blood started to burn in her veins, her belly ached calling for an Alpha that was no longer there.

Her heat had started. It slammed into her with a vengeance, demanding an Alpha, demanding a knot, demanding to be claimed.

Mina collapsed under the weight of her triggered heat and all the pain and aches that came with it.

[mauveisroyalexo]

Summary: In Smeraldo Valley, CA, where humans and werewolves coexist, alliances are made between packs to protect those who wish to keep the peace between themselves and the humans, and those who wish to destroy it. Sadly, little human Akira Batiste just happened to be caught in the middle as her pack family has arranged for her to become part of one of the most powerful packs in the country— The Kim-Bangtan Pack. Strange things take place when everyone soon realizes that rebel packs have begun forming their own communities, making sure to terrorize humans and werewolves alike. How will Akira and Bangtan make it through?

Warnings: strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, kink exploration; 21+ readings is advised, do not read if you are under 21+, I am not responsible for what you choose to read.

Rating: Mature

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[midosune]

Day 1 of ODW

A young omega's first heat is always taxing, good thing Dick has Jason to hold him through it ❤️💙

RR ~ First Heat

[ransackedhouse]

Kinda torn on how I wanna talk about Shen Jiu’s feelings towards BingQiu in my omegaverse role reversal. One hand I can make it funny and kinda sweet on the other I can make it a little fucked up and trauma related.

One side of him is just petty because that’s his brother and he doesn’t want Shen Yuan to pay attention to anyone that isn’t him and Qi-ge. He doesn’t like anyone his brother talks to. Liu Qingge is too brash and is clearly flirting (and failing) while the other disciples that all like his brother keep taking up his time and Shen Yuan keeps letting them. Shen Yuan needs to stay at home with him and Qi-ge.

The other side has nightmares where Luo Binghe’s face is superimposed over Qiu Jianluo’s. He sees the way he looks at his brother and he will never allow someone like that to hurt them again. His idiotic brother who practically dragged him out of the Qiu household instead of waiting for Qi-ge is so willfully oblivious to it. Luo Binghe already offered Shen Yuan to move into his side room after he became head disciple and the only reason Shen Yuan didn’t accept was the epic bitch fit Shen Jiu threw over it. In Shen Jiu’s mind it’s only a matter of time before Luo Binghe decides to do more than just look.

And of course his worst fears were confirmed true when Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe came back from a mission way day way clingier to each other. A few weeks later Shen Yuan came to him nearly in tears scared what would happen to him and his baby.

But also that his brother and how dare Shen Yuan look in a direction that is not at Shen Jiu. He wants attention.

[roszabell]

alpha katya, omega matthew

a glimpse into my dark and twisted mind

[kingwraithart]

Some sketches/little stuff from the last week <3 omega stevie sketches for different AUs and a reverse AU!!

[aikonajm5]

[0] Омега!Уэнсдей Аддамс × Альфа!fem!читатель × ???(скоро)

А/Н: «Ну привет ребят. И добро пожаловать. Дисклеймер: Возможно ошибки в текстах, а также много всего я и сама без понятии. Приятного чтения=>»

□Предупреждения■> В этом фанфике/книги/рассказ, ну вы поняли. Омега здесь главные. Да это Омегаверс, но наоборот. У них те же самые правила, но вот только Омега и Альфа поменялись ролями. Альфа тут для них низкий уровень, ранг. А вот Омега считаются главными, можно сказать высший уровень/ранг. Ну надеюсь я все понятно обьянила.

—А ещё! Данные сцены происходить в "Ценности семейка Аддамс (1993)".

Спойлер:> В будущем мы перейдём к Уэнсдэй 2022 года однажды)))

[0]-Глава—>[1]-Глава

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Этот мир был разделён на 3 классов.

1. Омега

Самый высший и главный роль этого мира. Они рождают плоды чтоб продолжать свой род а также работать, чтобы кормить семью. Если ты не рождён Омегой, то тебе придётся опасаться их если ты Альфа. Иначе будут неприятности.

2. Альфа.

Низкий класс. Они доноры которые помогают Омегам обрести детей. Они имеют малую значимость, кроме как отметить и дать семя, они больше не имеют значение для Омег и возможности Бетам.

3. Бета

Самый нейтральный класс. Они почти не могут размножаться. Но имеют главный роль. У них не бывают течки или в потребности каких нибудь препаратов. Малость из них могут родить ребёнка. Но это бывает редко. В большинство случае тебе может вести что ты им родился. Они вроде поддержки 2 классов выше. Они половину из них решают проблемы двух классов. Они как судья которые помогают им в проблемах и смотреть со стороны.

Конечно суть в том что некоторые правила стали прошлом.

Омеги и Альфы стало значительно больше, а вот Беты тоже не отставали.

Много произошло в мире, Альфы всегда требовали равенство так называемых аристократов как любили называть себя Омеги.

Хоть Альфы и добились соглашение равенства, все равно почти ничего не изменилось. Омеги до сих пор, и по сей день могут издеваться над ними или же изнасиловать для своего удовольствия. Главное правила Альф этого мира, постараться не оставлять укус или точнее отметить Омег, иначе пиши пропало.

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Pov: ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Читая этот абсурд, Уэнсдэй Аддамс фыркнула над этим. И выдохнула от разочарование. Она надеялась на то что она родиться Бетой как и её дядя Фестер, чтобы быть в одиночестве. Но увы, ей не повезло и она родилась Омегой так же как и её надменная мать как она считала. В семье Аддамс в большинство случаев всегда рождались Беты, Омеги тоже рождались а вот Альфы были редкими случаи. И эта редкость сейчас сидят прямо перед её носом а также справа от неё. Да. Её отец был Альфой, но далеко не слабым, и вот почему Мортиша выбрала его а он её. Они до безумие любили друг друга. Гомес был готов убить кого угодно ради своей Омеги, и эти чувства, мысли были взаимны. А вот её брат тоже родился Альфой только вот менее слабым как считает Уэндей. А вот самый младший который недавно родился был Бетой. Что от одной мысли раздражало старшую девочку.

Что ещё больше раздражало то, это был лагерь в котором они поехали. Уэнсдэй чувствовала это неприятное чувство, от одного вида на детей которые были на лужайке и рядом с озер��м, ей хотелось облить себя чем нибудь лишь бы не думать об этом дурном месте.

А вот её родители будто не замечали это яркое место, что Уэнсдэй усмехнулась. А вот действие Пагсли её не удивило, мальчик был будто счастлив, и она надеется что её брат просто хочет взорвать это место.

Мортиша: «Какое безумное и шумное место.»

Гомес: «Я согласен с этим Mi amor. Это место просто безумное! Конечно... есть над чем им поработать хахаха.»

Все в семье начали смеяться кроме самого старшего ребёнка. Уэндей не обращала ни на кого внимание, она лишь наблюдала за своим окружением и думала чем ей придётся столкнуться в будущем, пока её взгляд не упала на одну очень интересную особу. Это была девочка и возможно её ровесник, она стояла со взрослыми, отчасти она была похожа на них и так что было легко догадаться что они были родителями этой девочки. И судя по выражение их лиц, они жарко о чем-то спорили, но не настолько громко чтобы привлечь чье-то внимание пока мужчина не дал леща своему ребёнку, мгновение Уэнсдей вздрогнула и что-то внутри начало покалыват, будто иглы которые вот вот пронзет её. Но она крепко держалась, она лишь холодно наблюдала за этим, ей это не нравилось. Не нравилось эта сцена, не нравилось это чувство которая постепенно начала подавлять.

К её счастью никто не заметил как она реагировала глядя в одну сторону, пока из транса не вывел её брат.

Пагсли: «Может позже пойдем на рыбалку?»

Эх, её брат был милым, слишком что кто-то легко мог попасть в его сети. Жаль что её брат этого не осознает. Уэнсдей ответила ему простым и холодным "Да" и её внимание снова обратилась на ту самую девочку её возраста или возможно старше судя по росту.

На этот раз девочка просто сидела, рядом с ней уже не было её родителей. Она начала оглядываться, будто изучая это место и взгляд был прикован прямо на лес и озеро. И наконец их взгляды встретились, Уэнсдей смотрела ей прямо в глаза, та даже на удивление не вздрогнула и она будто принимала тихий вызов который у них возник. Обычно дети не терпят её взгляда даже и 5 секунд, а вот эта девочка смотрела на неё до самого конца. Уэнсдей сначала понравилось это, пока она не начала раздражаться что та девочка не отступила. И в ответственный момент к её большому раздражение появились 2 других взрослых. Уэнсдей с раздражением посмотрела на них что она моргнула один раз, это были вожатыми этого лагеря и их звали Грейнджерами, оо~ она их запомнить за то что ей испортилу приятную игру.

Вожатые были Бетами и начали общаться с её родителями. Когда Уэндей снова обратила внимание на то место где вы сидели, вас уже не было на месте. От удивление она моргнула 2 раза, она начала оглядываться ищя вас, но увы так и не нашла. Она даже незаметно цокнула от разочарование, но вот от одной мысли того что она как охотник найдёт вас снова прос о заинтриговала. Она очень любить охоту на свою жертву.

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Pov: You:>ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Меня зовут [Т/и] [Т/ф], и я Альфа в своей семье Омег. Конечно там есть и Беты, но в отличии таких как я, не особо ценятся. Ну да ладно, мне же лучше. Самое главное лишь то что у меня почти мало забот а вот пощёчина от отца не настолько сильная чтобы я могла жаловаться или плакать. Мы лишь спорили о том почему я здесь? А почему остальные мои братья и сёстры здесь не присутвуют? А вот родители построили из этого в мухи в слона. Мы не богаты но и не бедны, родители конечно думают о моём женитбе на какой-нибудь Омеге из серьезной семьи, но к счастью такого ещё нету, а если будет я им легко помешаю.

После того как родители ушли в спешке, я просто сидела на небольшом холмике и начала оглядываться. Здесь и в правду красиво, но из за людей, эта природа начинает терять свою красоту. Где-то слишком много мусора, а где-то валяется пустые бутылки, я была раздражена этим. Пока я оглядвалась моё внимание привлекла девочка в чёрном детском платье с белыми горошинами. У неё были 2 идеальные косички, и скажу я вам что они были идеально сплетены в петли. Конечно немножко мило выглядить, наверное она кого-то задушить их перед сном что меня немного забавляет. А после этого я встретилась с ней глазами, я не знаю что происходит, но кажись она бросает мне вызов в гляделки. Я естественно принимаю этот вызов и смотрю на неё до тех пор пока её не прервали вожатые Грейнджеры. Я лишь усмехнулась, зная что я победила и просто решила исчезнуть с поля зрение и просто спряталась за деревьями и решила занять себя чем нибудь пока вожатые сами не позовут нас.

Я снова огляделась и просто увидела куча мусора, от раздражение я просто сожгла его так что огонь не повлияет на сухие листья. И как вы понимаете, судя по моей магии, я волшебница, или как называют в наших краях, просто ведьма. Даже не смотря на то что я Альфа, я могу использовать свою магию, я бы даже сказала что могу лучше использовать его чем мои братья и сёстры, как думаете я рассказывала об этом своим родителям? К счастью нет, иначе у меня будут неприятности, лучше уж так чем снова сидеть в подвале из за того что я лучше чем мои братья и сестры Омеги и Беты.

Я начала немного понемногу практиковать свою силу пока я не услышала горн, я сразу убрала все что я создала и все что сотворила, чтобы убрать доказательство моего присутвие и сразу побежала обратно в лагерь. К моему удивлению я к счастью успела и была среди других детей. Грейджеры начали объяснять нам правила лагеря, а также правила безопасности. Чувство будто это было вечностьюкогда их болтовня закончиться. От скуки решила прислушаться о том о чём говорят другие дети.

???: «Посмотри на эту девочку Альфу. Она так мило выглядит.»

???: «Была бы возможность я бы начала баловать её.»

???: «Мне скучно~»

???: «Хочу есть.»

???: «Псс, смотри какой милый мальчик. Разве он не прелесть? Хочу с ним подружиться.»

Я просто закатила глаза, ничего интересного так и не услышала. Я начала внимательно слушать Грейнджеров пока не почувствовала рядом с собой присутвие, запах был необычным. И кажись она Омега. Железо, старые книги и чернила, я сразу повернула голову и снова встретилась с этой девочкой в чёрном, она снова смотрела мне прямо в глаза но на этот раз это было по другому. Хех, наверное она была расстроена тем что проиграла мне, и я просто слабо ухмыльнулась на что она усилила свой взгляд на мне, что я начала чувствовать себя не очень комфортно. Но я все же приняла её вызов и снова смотрела прямо ей в глаза так же как и она на меня. Ну по крайней мере старалась так смотреть. Хоть я и Альфа но не слабая, меня не так легко сломать. Когда ты с рождение живёшь с психами в доме, то ты уже привыкаешь и если повезёт становится сильнее, и я одна из этих счастливчиком.

Я ни за что не стану проигрывать этой Омеге перед собой. Ни за что, по крайней мере сейчас.

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Pov: Wednesday;>ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Я была раздражена тем что, тем над которым я проиграла была Альфой. Я незаметно стиснула зубы когда она мне ухмыльнулась, было конечно интересно, она не такая как тот мальчик с которым я встретилась недавно. Тот лишь говорил что он умрёт в любой момент, это сильно раздражало, но я очень сильно хотела увидеть как он умрёт и лишь поэтому я подружилась с этим мальчиком. Но вот эта Альфа была другой, могу лишь сказать странной, на сегодня я встретила много разных Альф, и все они были одинаковыми, но не такими как она. Мне стало любопытно, кто же она такая? И ��очно ли она Альфа? Я аккуратно принюхала её, и могу лишь сказать, запах у неё тоже странный. Она не такая противная но и не такая сладкая.

Это была для меня загадкой которую предстоит решить, а пока я собираюсь выиграть эту игру которую мы оба устроили. Я начинаю замечать что её глаза вот вот закроются, но увы, внезапный громкий звук прервал нас обоих от игры. Я уже была разочарована трижды, и это меня сильно бесило. Однажды это место сгорит под моим руководством.

Мне уже не терпится устроить здесь пожар... от одной мысли это вызывает у меня слабую улыбку. Я снова посмотрела на девочку Альфу, и она снова исчезла с моего поля зрение. Чёрт... она снова ускользнула, и как у неё это получается вот так незаметно убежать? Мне начинает это нравится...

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[allpiesforourown]

While I fully support alpha shizun binghe with omega disciple Shen Yuan, consider: alpha Shen Yuan.

He’s saved and taught the Qing Jing disciples so much at this point, there’s no way he isn’t seen as a provider. “Of course Shen-shixiong is our alpha!”

I admittedly don’t know about Shizun Binghe but I think it can go either way. Non traditional AOB is usually interesting so alpha/alpha could work or he could be an omega, in the same way cannon Bingmei would absolutely sexpollen himself for a pussy if he thought his Shizun wanted it. Fandom bicycle and all that.

Apologies for being deranged, I’ll see myself out ✌️

For an omegaverse role reversal au I've always imagined alpha binghe and beta shen yuan. Shen Yuan wouldn't even realize Binghe is scenting him constantly and acting territorial when other alphas are around.

Shen Yuan: thank goodness I'm a beta! If I was an omega I'd have to deal with those terrible heats, and alphas are all enemies to Bingge... as a beta I can live with shizun and have my meals with him and talk about our days .. Luo binghe isn't even that close with his harem! (<-oblivious to the fact that he's binghes one true love)

[lagunaseca2013]

What do you thing Marc’s reaction is when he finds out Vale is pregnant in the Valpreg universe? Does he think Vale purposefully hid it from him?

well hello anon! I thiiiink this is about reverse omegaverse bc that’s the only mpreg scenario where vale is far along enough to warrant any anger for not telling marc. it’s not his fault, it was cryptic!

well for one, I think he handles it better than vale does, but that's for a variety of reasons. I don’t think he immediately jumps to vale hiding it as a conclusion bc he knows vale well enough to know there’s no way in hell he would’ve been racing if he’d known about it/he would’ve aborted that thang given the chance. imo marc probably does want kids and is very good with them but he's also 1) 22 years old and 2) not the one who has to carry and birth the baby. so on one hand it's a lot easier for him to be happy about. but on the other hand, vale is totally freaking out bc. he feels too young to have a baby. nevermind the fact that marc is for all intents and purposes, a young adult.

let’s not think about how 36 is already classified as a geriatric pregnancy. vale’s already suicidal enough just thinking about how long he’s been racing with this thing inside of him, plus the fact that he’s literally been on full strength suppressants this whole time. for his sake let’s say he hasn’t really been drinking all season with the exception of podium champagne and even that’s only a few sips. he’s terrified that he’s harmed the baby in some way.

what was the question? right, marc! I think it probably doesn't register as quite as big a deal as it should for marc for a while. he loves vale, he wants to be vale's alpha, however one-sided, and the season has been rough for sure, but enough of their history hasn't quite played out yet so he really does think they can work through this. also the pregnancy reveal AT sepang definitely like took some of the initial shock and hurt away from the incident bc hello new thing to focus on that isn't his omega publicly hating him and trying to knock him over mid-race. girl go talk to someone about this PLEASE.

vale is terrified and nearly catatonic w shock so directly after the medical checkup meltdown marc goes into alpha dealing with it mode and somehow gets them out of there and to his motorhome. he feels kinda bad bc vale probably wants to go to his motorhome where his nest is but that would involve confronting uccio and he's clearly not ready for that yet. (marc also does not want to see uccio, for obvious reasons……..) do they communicate any of this to each other? first of all marc just kind of senses that vale's pregnant but knows having the conversation there will end in catastrophe, so no! he just kind of assumes correctly w the added bonus of being right and vale realllly needing marc's scent right now. marc’s scent is the only thing bringing him any real comfort in the moment……..I wonder why……..

also pleaseeee let's take a moment to imagine the field day the press are having. this weekend alone vale has 1) dragged marc's name through the gravel, 2) let's say, uh, allegedly tried to kick marc off his bike mid race, 3) had some kind of scare in the medical building and cleared the entire place out so there's like doctors and nurses just hovering around outside looking concerned, 4) now left the medical building being physically shielded from the cameras by (checks notes) MARC! world's strangest series of headlines published that day. I don't even want to know what they were saying on twitter.

okay, now we've officially reached a secondary location. marc deposits vale on his bed and like runs around finding him clothes and blankets and boiling water for tea even though he knows vale probably won't even drink it. vale is like numbly dressing himself and half-heartedly arranging the blankets on the bed, shoving his face in marc's pillow bc he's already lost the battle w himself of pretending not to need it. marc hands him a cup of tea so now they're staring at each other sitting in marc's bed. and vale is holding a cup of tea.

basically marc tries to be like, the baby........and vale is in pure denial and also self-preservation mode so he's like what baby I don't know what you're talking about. so marc has to play dirty (vale is always forcing him to ride play dirty) and grab vale's hand and put it on his throat, vale’s trembling fingers brushing the raised bumps of his own bite. and marc is like vale I can feel you, I can feel you reaching out to me. I know you've been needing me. I know you have been stopping yourself, and I can feel it, I can feel our baby. our baby is there too. and then vale breaks down spectacularly and is like marc, amore, I swear I did not know—I have been racing, what if I hurt the baby—our baby.

now marc is young and also doesn’t have any of the answers here but he knows vale is scared out of his mind and that no matter what he’s determined to be there for him through all of it. it’s kind of unclear to both of them just how pregnant vale actually is but vale saw the ultrasound and that thing was looking hella fully formed, and marc has been feeling a growing presence through the bond for a while now so, both of them are separately confident that it’s too late for an abortion lmao. they also both have a lot of people to answer to, marc is only keeping alex and his dad away from his motorhome by telling them that he and vale are “handling the situation privately,” which is technically true bc no one knows what the situation is. also iirc I said that vale gave uccio his phone to deal with so let’s keep it that way.

okay there’s two weeks between sepang and valencia that year, right? I don’t really know like the details of how motogp riders live or in particular how they lived ten years ago but I’m going to pretend they’re somehow able to get a private flight out of malaysia that night, don’t ask me the details. marc still lives w his parents and shares a bunk bed w his baby brother so. tavullia it is!

marc hasnt been back to vale’s house since the crazy one sided mating incident. they get there at some ungodly hour and are like both numb and in their heads not really talking just sensing each other (this is the most calm marc’s instincts have been for almost a year at this point) and they’re finally going to bed when vale just kind of leads marc to his nest, wordlessly gets in. marc breathes in sharply, stunned, because vale’s nest is ninety percent marc’s clothes. it’s almost funny bc the majority of what vale had managed to steal is honda or mm93 merch from their sporadic hookups (before vale cut it off completely) so the entire bed is covered in like neon orange and red.

he gets in the bed and curls around vale, giant hand on vale’s stomach. vale unclenches for the first time in months and just silently starts crying into marc’s neck (scent gland) he is soooo scared. they have to schedule an obgyn appointment, they have to figure out something to tell yamaha because there’s no way in hell vale is going to finish the season pregnant. marc also has to figure out a way to convince vale to let him drop out of the championship to be there for him and the baby.

(when they eventually have that conversation vale is hysterically angry about it due to a combination of pregnancy hormones and projecting and being terrified that marc will resent him for it in the long run) sure vale, marc is going to resent you more for his own choice to drop out of the championship that he's already lost than for you one-sided bonding him and not letting him take care of you for months when you were pregnant. likely story.

ummmm okay this truly got away from me. the short answer is vale does his very best to keep marc out of it but he can’t actually deny what marc can literally feel through the bond so. there’s that. how do yamaha and honda and the sport as a whole and their families take it? well, that’s a whole other story……..

[shojoshi]

Someone tell me some good BL/reverse harem recs because it is an absolute CRIME this one only has 3.5 chapters >:|

BL: Beta Count has Changed (18+) (OV)

[mauveisroyalexo]

C H A P T E R - F O U R

Summary: As the crossing ceremony draws near, Akira experiences great highs and even greater lows. Some, of which, leads her to danger…

Warning: strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21.

(“”) italics is Bangtan speaking South Korean.

(“”)bold italics is the beginning of a new section.

(‘’)bold is the inner wolf speaking.

WC: 13,233

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“Are you excited for your date tonight, Akira?”

Looking up from her dress, Akira smiled towards her grandmother, “I am, ma’am. Taehyung told me to dress up so I’m trying to figure out what to wear.” Her sweet giggle made Genevieve smile. Entering further into the bedroom, Genevieve took a seat on the bed,

“I know things have been difficult for a while, little wolf.” Akira stopped what she was doing, sensing a soft edge in her grandmother’s voice, “With how your father ran his home and how he almost ruined your chances with your new pack. Things will get better, and soon, you’ll be with them.”

“Grandmother, what’s wrong?” Akira knew by the look on her face that it was serious.

“Your family will not come to your ceremony.” Akira plopped down next to her grandmother with a huge sigh,

“It’s alright grandmother. I kinda figured that they wouldn’t come. I thought after all of this, mama would be there…” Genevieve could see the sadness on her granddaughter’s face, “You know what? This hasn’t been a traditional courting anyway. I apparently have seven mates and I’m a human. None of this has been normal. Let’s not have a ceremony, grandmother.”

Genevieve rebuffed, “Little wolf—.”

“No, really, let’s not worry about it.” Akira interrupted, “I know planning something as big as this, with seven other people, it can be a hassle. I don’t want you to stress yourself over one night. We won’t have to have a ceremony. How about you and I just do dinner instead? I know the guys would love it, they enjoy you.” Akira smiled softly, shrugging her shoulders. Genevieve watched as Akira stood back up and picked up a black, long sleeved body hugging dress that reached to her ankles. “I better get ready, Taehyung will be here soon.” Akira might have been smiling when she went to the bathroom to change, but deep down, she was hurting. Despite how her family always treated her, she still loved them. She at least thought that her aunts and uncles would attend, but knowing that no one from her family would attend hurt more than she thought.

Still determined to have a wonderful date on this gorgeous Saturday night, Akira quickly finished getting ready, designing her braids in a half ponytail and slipping on a fluffy, oversized hunter green sweater. Her necklace danced in between her breasts that sat high in her dress. The oversized sweater slightly hung off her shoulders, but it still highlighted her curvy silhouette. Just as she was finished putting on her earrings, Akira could hear the doorbell ring from her room’s bathroom. She smiled, hurriedly turning out all the lights and grabbing her purse before rushing to the living room. There, she saw Taehyung and her grandmother smiling, most likely from something funny that happened.

“Shiiibal—I mean, you look great, Akira.” Taehyung gulped, straightening his stance abruptly. Akira’s lashes fluttered, cheeks puffed as she smiled. “Are you ready to go?”

Akira nodded, “I’m excited!” Taehyung smiled, walking over and reaching out his arm to her. Akira turned to her grandmother, “Night grandmother, I’ll be back by curfew!”

Like a gentleman, Taehyung opened the door for her. The sleek suv had an all black leather interior to contrast the white exterior. Akira couldn’t count how many cars she’s been in since courting started with the Bangtan pack. “Tae?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened at the nickname. No one besides family and friends had ever used such an informal name for him, “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked..”

“No, no, it’s just…” Taehyung trailed off, his lips widening into a boxy smile, “No one’s ever said my name as sweetly as you.” Akira quickly covered her face in embarrassment, making Taehyung laugh. He grabbed her hands, brought both of them to his lips and kissed the back of them, “You’re sweeter than I thought you were.”

“Oh god, Tae.” Akira scoffed, laughing as she tried looking away. Once the intense flirting ceased, Taehyung started the car. The drive into the city wasn’t long, but still pleasant nonetheless. Akira asked questions about his childhood, why he got into fashion, how he ended up in Bangtan, etc.. She loved hearing him speak, and in turn, he loved hearing her laugh.

“It’s just how it was growing up. One by one, each of our family’s moved into the same neighborhood and because our eommas got along so well, they decided that they would form our familial pack. We became like brothers; our siblings were each other’s siblings and when it was decided that we'd leave South Korea for Smeraldo Valley of all places, we each packed up and left. Our parents liked the quiet here. I think Jimin and I were 14 maybe?” Taehyung shrugged as he drove, more city lights clearer as he drove into the heart of the city.

Akira smiled gently, “I like that. I like that you all stuck together, and that you still kept your traditions with you. It’s rare to see families like that.” Akira trailed off, sighing as she looked out the window. Taehyung hesitated, but he asked, “What about your family?”

Akira shrugged, “We used to have traditions but as we got older, it stopped. Or should I say, they stopped. Half the time, I was excluded.” Taehyung watched a sad smile form on her face. He felt an ache in his chest, “But it’s not like I missed out on much. What my family lacked, my grandmother upheld. I spent most of the important moments with her, and that’s all I care about.” Pulling to a stop at a red light, Taehyung reached over and grabbed Akira’s hand. His thumb ran smoothly across the back of her, making shivers trace down her spine.

Once they arrived at their destination, a dimly lit bistro that featured a live band with elegantly dressed waiters and hostesses. Akira was in awe. Taehyung, watching from the side, smiled at her reaction. “This place is beautiful, Tae.”

“Meh, you’re more beautiful.” He replied. If Akira could blush, she would. Instead she turned her face away from him. After stopping in front of the restaurant, the valet quickly ran to Taehyung’s car door. Taehyung handed him the kiss as he hopped out before smoothly walking over to Akira’s side. After helping her out of the car, Taehyung held his arm out for Akira to grab. Walking in, Akira noticed that once again, people with reservations sat and waited for their table while Taehyung breezed on through. Even the hostess greeted him with a smile, “The usual, Mr. Kim? And will you be gracing us with your voice tonight? You know the guests love it.”

“Aish, not tonight, I’m with my lovely date, but maybe another time.” Taehyung laughed, to an area of the bistro he’s familiar with. It concluded to Akira that either he frequented the place a lot, or it was one of the few restaurants Jin owned. Walking near the stage, a reserved booth sat with clam shell-like padding. “Sooo we just gonna ignore that back there? You sing?” Akira giggled. Taehyung helped Akira up the steps and into the booth, sliding in behind her, “Yes, yes we are.”

“But I wanna hear you sing!” Akira whined playfully.

“Another time, in private, just for you.” Taehyung promised.

Akira could tell Taehyung was suddenly shy about it, so she dropped it. Akira looked around at all the patrons, decked out in their best dressed, “This place looks busy, I feel like I’m still underdressed.” Akira tugged on her sweater, pulling closer to her.

“You’re not, I assure you.” Taehyung shrugged off his jacket, revealing a black turtleneck to match his slacks. Not even two minutes in and a waiter was present at their table with menus ready, it made Akira jump with surprise. “I’ll have the amaretto sour, and the lady will have?” Both the waiter and Taehyung turned to Akira. Fumbling slightly, she replied,

“O-Oh! Um, I’m not much of a drinker…I’ll just have a Cherry Coke, please?” Akira sank a little in her seat. The waiter nodded with a polite smile then headed to the bar. Akira looked over her menu, noting how expensive everything looked. Well, expensive to her, probably not to anyone else. “There’s so much, I wouldn’t know what to choose.”

“What are you feeling tonight, then?” Taehyung asked, barely glancing at his menu before looking over at Akira. She shrugged,

“I’d never been here, you tell me.” Akira turned, holding out the menu to him. Taehyung smiled, pointing out a dish, “The Steak Diane is really good, I think you’d like it.” Akira nodded in agreement. She liked when she didn’t panic on a decision, it made her relax. The waiter came back with the drinks and took their order. Akira moved closer to Taehyung, watching the grenadine and cherries dance in her drink. “So are you excited for the crossing over ceremonies? They’re coming up pretty close.”

Akira shrugged, “I’m, um…I’m not invited to Naomi and Jackson’s ceremony.” Taehyung’s eyes dilated, protest at the tip of his lips when Akira said next, “My father doesn’t want me there, he thinks I’ll distract from their big day.” Akira stared at her drink, twirling the straw around slowly, “Honestly, after the first dinner, I’m starting to agree with him…

“I care about Naomi. I don’t want her day ruined because of my drama. I don’t wanna overshadow that, and if that means not going, then I just won’t go.” Akira sighed, taking a sip of her drink,, “I’ve even decided I don't want a ceremony of my own since everyone decided not to come.” Taehyung gawked,

“What? Why would you forgo your day just because they’ve decided not to celebrate you?” Taehyung seemed hurt by the thought. Akira felt guilty, but she knew that in her heart, she wasn’t seeing the special day like everyone else was, “Tae, I get that this type of thing is special, I do. And if I were a wolf and understood it more, I would be thrilled to participate, but the truth is, I’m used to not being celebrated, so my family not showing up is no surprise to me. I don't want my grandmother and your families going through all this hard work just for it to be wasted. I would rather do something with just us, like a dinner or something.” Akira shrugged again, “I don’t need fancy, Tae,” Akira chuckled grimly, “I’m not that special.”

“You’re wrong.” Taehyung replied darkly, “You are special, Akira. You’re special to us, and that means more than what you think. Why should you diminish yourself and your self-worth because your family can’t see how amazing you are?” Stunned, Akira couldn’t reply, “If they can’t wrap their heads around that, they’re not worth your heart, Akira. They’re not worth sacrificing your happiness or selfishness for.”

“Tae…” Akira shook her head and looked away. Taehyung grabbed her chin, making her look at him,

“Tell me you truly don’t believe you deserve better.”

“I…I don’t know…” Akira replied honestly, “I don’t know what I deserve…”

Taehyung sighed, “Jagiya, I wish you could see what we see. I wish you see how much you deserve better just like every other good person in this world.”

Akira tilted her head, “Damn, you’re good.” She had to hand it to him, he definitely had a way with words. Taehyung licked his lips as he leaned on close to peck her on the cheek. They stared at each other in silence as he continued rubbing her chin, before the waiter came back to take their order. Akira, feeling embarrassed at being caught, pulled away and looked away. Taehyung ordered for their table and then centered his attention back to Akira, “Tae, you’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” Quick reply made Akira groaned with awkwardness.

“Stop it.”

“It’s the truth—.”

“Tae.” Akira warned.

“Jagiya.” He replied with an even tone. Akira frowned. “Akira, the point of tonight is that I get to spoil you and you don’t get to complain, however I choose to do it.”

“But Tae—.”

“Omega.” Akira’s body straightened at the sudden command, which Taehyung took note of. Humans shouldn’t be able to do that, no matter the level of an alpha or beta in a pack. “As I was saying…You don’t get to complain. Whether that be spoiling you in compliments or presents, my job as your alpha, especially tonight, is to take care of you.” He tilted her head upwards by the chin, staring longingly at her plump lips, “I get to call you beautiful because you are, indeed, as beautiful as you are on the inside and on the outside. No one’s taking that from you.” Akira felt her insides warm and melt at his touch. She could stare into his mismatched colored eyes for the rest of the night and still feel shy. “Do I make myself clear, Akira? No more disrespecting yourself. When you do that, you disrespect Bangtan.”

“Yes Tae.” Taehyung looked at her expectantly, making Akira gulp, she whispered back, “Yes, Alpha.”

— — —

“And you’re sure she told you that she doesn’t want a crossing over ceremony? Like at all?”

Gathered around in the living room with his brothers, Taehyung nodded immediately as he stared up at his hyung, “She told me herself that since her family refuses to celebrate her crossing, she doesn’t want one. Thinks that her father is the reason they agreed to it. Her grandmother was doing all the preparations, not even her mother was helping. She feels like she’s a burden and will distract from Naomi and Jackson’s ceremony and also made the decision not to attend theirs.” Taehyung had just finished his date with Akira and dropped her off at her grandmother’s. The air in the room thickened as the members of Bangtan drew silent, “Namjoon hyung she’s so heartbroken. She keeps trying to hide it but it’s obvious.”

“It’s true, Joon-ah.” Yoongi sighed, pushing back his hair, “She didn’t say it explicitly but it seems her father is very controlling of her. He didn’t even allow her to finish high school.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Hoseok cursed, seething as he turned away, hands landing on his hips.

“I hate this family.” Jungkook grumbled, eyes twitching a slight red hue.

“Jungkook-ah.” Jin warned softly, pulling his hyung card, “Go take a breath.” Jungkook huffed, leaving the room. “Jimin, go with him, please?” Jimin nodded, running after Jungkook. The sound of clothes dropping and bones cracking in the background gave way to the howls of the wolves leaving their den. Hoseok sighed, pacing back and forth as he pinched his brows. Namjoon looked stressed, leg jumping up and down as his brain worked overtime. Jin spoke again finally, “Her family has really worked a number on her.”

“It’s her father. I have no doubt in my mind that he’s abusive.” Namjoon mumbled.

“He is.” Yoongi interrupted, “Any man who only singles out just one of his kids is abusive. Jin said he threatened her. He took only Akira out of school. He’s dangerous towards her. He hates her because she’s a human.”

“That’s not her fault.” Taehyung whined.

“It’s not, but to him, it might as well be.” Yoongi continued, “Whatever issues he has with humans, he’s taking it out on her, and I guarantee it’s been happening for years. We need her here with us, Joon.” Yoongi turned to Namjoon, who looked deep in thought.

“Right now, she’s with her grandmother. That’s the safest place for her until all of this is over, we can’t break the rules.”

“Screw these damn rules, they are hurting her!” Yoongi grew agitated, the red of his eyes glimmering. Sensing the tension rising, Hoseok intervened,

“Listen, I agree with you hyung, we all do. But what proof do we have? We bring it to our parents, to the counsel and then what? For all they know, the dinner was an isolated incident. And no one in her family is going to go against her father. We have to play by the rules.”

“You didn’t feel what I felt from her, hyung.” Taehyung shook his head. The bleak stare in his eyes made them concerned, “It felt like her soul was dying.”

Silence engulfed the room. They could faintly hear Jungkook howl at the moon, obviously far away but still listening. Jin looked up at Taehyung, who clearly looked like he was going to cry, “What are you saying, Tae?”

Taehyung looked down at his hands, shaking his head softly, “I’m saying I’m afraid she might hurt herself.”

“That’s insane.” Yoongi scoffed.

“It’s not.” Hoseok disagreed, “If you dealt with daily abuse, wouldn’t you find a way out?”

“Enough.” Namjoon silenced them all, suddenly getting upset. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to believe that Akira would ever harm herself, nor did he want to believe that she would ever leave them heartbroken, “We leave it alone for now. She’s safe with her grandmother, I know that for a fact.”

“How can you be so sure?” Taehyung questioned.

“Because her grandmother is a Divine.” All three heads shot to Namjoon. Eyes widened in surprise, a Divine was living among them.

“A Divine? How do you know this?” Hoseok was skeptical.

“She told me. During one of our visits, I saw her use her magic. They’re ancient magic, very rare, even her family hasn’t heard of them, I don’t think they realize she is one. Only a few have seen them. With that type of power, Akira is safer with her grandmother.” A Divine is considered a demigod of sorts. Children of the lycan goddess mother, Akashi. Believing that her love for children sparked the creation of demigods, Divines. She planted a few seeds of love. And they grew and had seeds of their own and so on. To be a Divine means tremendous power flows through you. Namjoon wasn’t so worried.

“I can’t believe it.” Jin seemed the most surprised out of everyone. He had heard the legends before but didn’t believe they were true. “Do you think Akira knows? She has to know.”

“No.” Namjoon replied, “ And I don’t think that’s our story to tell. But the main thing right now is knowing she’s safe. We’ll deal with the rest once it happens.”

— — —

“You’re always so beautiful every time I see you, Akira. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to see your face.”

Hoseok originally was supposed to go next for his date with Akira, but sadly something came up at work. Naturally, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin fought for the spot, while Jin patiently waited for his time. Namjoon pulled the hyung card, outranking them both and left Jungkook and Jimin pouting.

“Namjoon, please..” Akira mumbled shyly, burying her face into his chest as she giggled. Namjoon stood with her outside a movie theater, waiting in line to see the latest Marvel movie. His arms wrapped securely around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She was small in his hands, no higher than Yoongi or Jimin. He made her giggle and swoon and blush; her cheeks were hot and aching from smiling. “I get shy every time I’m with you.”

“So what? I find it cute.” His deep voice rumbled, making Akira shiver. After the line moved up and you got your tickets, Namjoon brought you to the concession stand. “Order whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? You sure ‘bout that?” Akira questioned cutely. Namjoon just smiled,

“Yes beautiful, whatever you want.” He stood behind her, engulfing her with his body. Secretly, he wanted his scent to mask hers, making sure others knew she was his. But in reality, he just really liked holding her. And Akira really liked letting him hold her. She liked the safety she felt with him, how she felt warm in his arms. He provided a comfort that hadn’t been known to her in years.

“Mmm, Joonie I want popcorn, some raisinettes, and a sprite, please?” Akira turned her head, looking up at him. Namjoon smirked, staring down at her,

“Joonie huh?”

“I hear the boys call you that all the time. I can call you by your name if—.”

“Don’t you dare.” Namjoon interrupted playfully, “I don’t want any formality between us.” Namjoon pecked the side of her head. He ordered for them and within minutes, Akira was over by the butter station, pouring butter on her popcorn. But then Namjoon had to run to the restroom.

“I told you you should’ve just used the restroom before we left, it’s a 3 hour movie.” Akira laughed, watching him groan as he ran inside. Akira felt she dressed cutely today: her white, long sleeve turtleneck hidden beneath a black overall dress with matching black chunky heeled boots. Her braids were down today, softly pushed back by a white headband. Akira didn’t know it but she was 90s fine. The girl that a Dewayne Wayne or an Eddie Winslow would date, if 90s men weren’t shallow. Yet every time she felt even just a little bit confident, there was someone to snatch it away.

“Yeah that’s her! I heard she was here with Kim Namjoon!”

“Seriously?? What the hell does he see in that whale?”

“I heard that she’s his mate. For the WHOLE pack!”

“My god I feel sorry for them. They have that thing as a mate.”

Suddenly Akira didn’t feel as confident as she had before. Not with the constant whispering and stares. She pulled at her skirt; eyes staring at her brown skin and teeth plunging down on her plump bottom lip. Tears started swelling in her big round eyes. Akira decided she no longer wanted to see the movie.

“Get up.” A deep voice conjured her out of her subconscious. Akira slowly raised head to Namjoon, staring back at her. Akira slowly stood. Her fears and sadness, squashed by a single kiss. She was taken aback by the sudden feel of his lips. The aggressiveness shocked her nervous system; a chorus of gasps surrounding them. Namjoon held the back of her neck with one hand while circling her waist the other. Relaxing into the kiss, Akira slowly brought her arms around his neck; his tongue seeking entrance between her lips. Getting lost in her scent blooming, oozing sticky mapley sweetness, Namjoon suddenly pulled away. His eyes red like hellfire, searching the room for those that wished to speak ill of his mate.

Heads turned to avoid eye contact, clearly afraid of the head Alpha. Beneath Namjoon, Akira stood, absolutely buzzed, high off his strong scent alone. Her eyes doubled in size, and she could barely stand, leaning into his chest for help. “J-Joonie?” Namjoon retreated back to his love, her soft voice calming his nerves, “Yes, beautiful?”

“What was that?” Akira asked tentatively.

“Just letting it be known that you are mine. And if anyone has a problem with it, they can damn sure bring it to me.” Namjoon cut his eyes at a group of people passing by, all scrambling to avoid his gaze. “Are you alright, beautiful?”

“I think so. Just a little dizzy.” Namjoon held her waist firmly, watching her dilated eyes return to normal. Namjoon let her go, regrettably, then picked up the snacks,

“Ready for the movie?” He asked nonchalantly.

Akira blinked, astounded and confused.

— — —

“Namjoon? As much as I enjoy making out with you, and believe me, I do…I don’t think this is a good idea.”

It certainly wasn’t a good idea for Akira and Namjoon to go parking and make out in his car. And it definitely wasn’t a good idea to be straddling his lap while his seat is down. Akira’s dress rose beneath her ass, just lightly tickling where Namjoon’s fingers gripped her thighs. Namjoon, lips plump and glossy, skin blotchy from overheating as they have fogged up all the windows. Namjoon frowned in confusion, “Why not, baby?”

Akira could’ve nearly melted at the new pet name, and nearly melt she did. His fingers rubbed underneath her thighs, turning her skin hot. “Joonie, please.”

“You gotta use your words, baby.” Akira whined, making him chuckle. Slowly, Namjoon sat up. Akira fell to his lap, the wet spot of her underwear nearly touching his clothed crotch. Namjoon tipped toward, kissing along Akira’s chin to her lips again. “C’mon. Talk to me.”

“I d-don’t—mmm, I don’t wa-mm—fuck,” Akira moaned, feeling Namjoon roll her hips against his, fingers fully disappearing beneath her dress as he grabbed her ass. Akira felt overwhelmed. The hardness she felt brushing against her clit made her whimper. “J-Joon!”

“Yes baby?” He whispered, breath hot against her ear as he bit down playfully. Akira’s eyes rolled to the back of her head; Namjoon squeezed her ass again, his fingers lowered dangerously towards her lower lips. He couldn’t even let her speak as his lips found hers again , devouring every moan she offered him. He moved her hips at a faster pace, making her thighs tense. He couldn’t get enough of the way she smelled. That sweet, syrupy scent was heaven sent. Made him think of warm, cozy nights, hot chocolate dancing on his tongue with a plate of cookies nearby. His deep voice made her drip even further, making his inner wolf growl. “I don’t wanna trigger you.” Akira moaned loudly as she pulled away from his lips, the next wave of her hips against his crotch brushed firmly against her clit. She gripped his shirt, willing him to stop for a moment, “Please Joonie.”

“Babygirl,” Namjoon plucked her by the chin, making her look at him, “you won’t trigger my rut, I promise. I have great control of that.”

Akira stared on, doubtful, “I-I…” Akira exhaled deeply, “If I do, I don’t think I can—.”

“Shh, shh,” Namjoon interrupted, shushing her, “I would never ask you to help me out in that way, Akira. Especially like this.” Akira sat straight. Reminded of the talk she had with Naomi, she suddenly remembered what triggering a rut would do. What it all entailed. Akira looked away from Namjoon, rising up off his lap and sitting back in the passenger seat, fixing her dress. Whatever it was, Namjoon knew he fucked up. Aside from the sweetness of her arousal, there was the burnt smell of sugar, no doubt the smell of sadness coming from Akira. “Akira, if I insulted you, I never meant to, I promise I didn’t.” Namjoon looked over at her folded up body. Her feet tucked beneath her legs, and her embarrassed expression fixated on her thighs, “I just don’t want your first time to be because of a rut. And I especially don’t want it to be anywhere that isn’t comfortable for you.” Fed up with the silence, Namjoon reached over and gripped her chin, making Akira look at him, “I want your first time, whether it be with me or one of the guys, it should feel special. Not rushed and definitely not during the most triggered moment of someone’s life. I respect you too much to take that moment away from you just because of a week’s worth of raging hormones.”

“It’s…it’s not that.” Akira spoke softly, reaching up to remove his hand, “I know you don’t want that for me, I appreciate it, but…” Her fingers danced over his, playing with each one, “God this is embarrassing..”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” Namjoon assured her.

“…How do you deal with them? Your ruts?” Akira watched as Namjoon breathed in deep at the question, obviously not prepared for it. Akira was afraid of the answer she knew she’d get, and it wouldn’t be pleasant.

“You’re asking me if I’ve ever slept with anyone for it.” Namjoon realized, turning his hand to grab hers. “Akira, I want complete honesty between us.”

Akira worried, “So do I, Joonie..”

“I have in the past. We all have.” Akira exhaled briefly, staring down at his large hand, “I can’t lie to you. When our rut comes, we do get help from some…friends we know. No strings attached, just helping each other from time to time.” Unintentionally, Akira squeezed Namjoon’s hand. Was she embarrassed? Saddened? Jealous? Akira wasn’t sure. “Akira? If you’re upset, I would understand…” Silence, “Say something.”

“I…understand it.” Akira spoke softly. Namjoon was surprised, “I was told that it’s not a pleasant experience. Almost unbearable.” Akira pouted, “It’s not my business, I know that…Joonie, what you and the rest of the guys do to ease that part of your life is your business. And…when the time comes, I won’t interfere with whatever deal you have going on with your friends.”

“Akira,” Namjoon sighed, “baby, I can’t speak for everyone else but my self control is a lot better than it used to be. I don’t need nor want help for it. And I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.” Akira bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Namjoon let go of her hand and grabbed her chin gently, “You are the lady of the house now. You’re the pack omega, our home is your safe space. You don’t ever disrespect the safe space of a den omega. I wouldn’t dream of bringing another woman in when I have you, even if you don’t help me with my rut.”

“But I don’t wanna see you in pain.” Akira frowned.

“Same goes for you.” Namjoon countered back. Akira’s eyes once again welled with tears. Namjoon brushed his forehead against hers, the gesture a sign of vulnerability, “You're my mate, you’re way too important to me now.”

“So what am I supposed to do? I never see male wolves go into a rut, I usually get sent away to my grandmother’s with my sisters.” Akira, for all her family's faults, was sheltered from a lot of things. She never got to see them turn, she never experienced their heats and ruts, she never saw a lot of things.

“When the time comes, you’ll know what to do.” Namjoon reassured her. The look in her eyes had Namjoon falling in love with her. Akira felt so lost and so confident all at the same time. Her time with them felt like a little bit of time peace in an otherwise violent world. She wanted that peace to last for the rest of her life, “Something else is on your mind, I can tell. Spill it, beautiful.”

“A couple of weeks ago, I heard my uncle talking about rebel packs picking up the nomads and recruiting them. I will admit, I don’t know much about what’s happening but I know enough to know that that’s not good, is it Joonie?” Namjoon sighed then nodded, pulling back some. “Is this why the summits are really held? Not just for moving omegas and betas to other packs, but to form alliances?” Namjoon had to hand it to her, Akira really paid attention to her surroundings.

“It’s more complicated than that, but yeah. It’s so that smaller packs can have protection from the rebels. They want to gain control over the human population as well as the werewolf population. They want to segregate the humans and eventually have complete control over them. It hasn’t happened in Smeraldo yet, but it’s working its way here. They’re coming from the east, taking over smaller groups. Packs have started forming alliances to maintain the order we have now but some turn.”

“Well then I’m confused.” Akira pondered aloud, "If your pack is the most powerful, how would these other packs take over in the east?”

“Our.” Namjoon corrected, smiling softly, “And we're the most powerful In Smeraldo. Outside, we are one of 100. We’re influential, yes, but there’s more of us out there. Do you remember how we told you that the Wang pack was our brother pack?” Akira nodded, following along, “It’s not just because Jackson and I and our brothers grew up together. We’re a part of an organization called The Collective. There’s a hundred packs with ties and connections around the world to make our society work. We help each other. Bangtan is second in command, followed by Jackson’s pack.”

“Who’s the first?” Akira looked so enthralled by the new information that Namjoon indulged her curiosity,

“The Choi pack. There’s seventeen of them, not counting their mates.” Akira’s eyes widened tremendously, “We might be third generation wolf, but our generation started The Collective when we noticed there were deaths surrounding our kind. We assumed hunters but some of them were wolf-related. In order to protect each other and our families, we created the organization. Our familial packs followed suit, wanting to protect everyone. But I guess…somewhere out of the hundred or so of us, some have splintered off. We have certain rules and regulations and if they no longer follow—.”

“They rebel.” Akira finished. Akira looked away, “That’s why my father pushed us. He’s scared.”

“I won’t align myself with him if that’s not what you want.” Namjoon promised, “My main concern is you.”

“I know, and I wouldn’t ask you to, it's just…” Akira trailed off, her thoughts a complete mess. She didn’t want her family to be a part of this society Namjoon and few others created, selfishly, she didn’t want to share. But truthfully, she knew deep down, even with all the scars they left, she couldn’t hurt them. “I think about the children. My grandmother. My mother…” Akira looked down at Namjoon's hand. She turned it over palm side up, “I wouldn’t compromise their safety, no matter how I feel about my family. They don’t deserve that.”

“Doesn’t your family have connections of their own?”

“Yes, but only because of my grandmother.” Akira shook her head, facing Namjoon, “Out of respect for my grandfather, his family was one of the founding families of Smeraldo, like, decades ago. Out of a few hundred or some black werewolf packs in the country, ours has been the most influential among our community. But after he died, things kinda changed. No one ever bothered my grandmother. I guess her magic kinda made people weary, but it also kept some families safe. And then outsiders came in,”

“You mean like me? I’m not originally from here, you know that.” Namjoon expressed. Akira nodded,

“I know. The city expanded and it seemed like my grandmother could…relax. I guess once she noticed that she didn’t have to fear anything anymore, she could be ok. Still kinda closed herself off a little, but it’s not as bad.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Namjoon hesitated before speaking again, “how did he die? Your grandfather.

Akira pursed her lips before a heavy sigh brought her heavy chest forward, “He was killed. By humans.” Akira spoke almost in a whisper as she looked back down at Namjoon’s hand, “Grandmother refuses to go into detail about it and I could never ask my father, he seemed angry any time it was mentioned. But I know she truly loved him. So much that the thought of even entertaining another man would’ve made her skin crawl. I think he was her mate. He died when my father was really young, maybe 11 or 12. She used to say loving Booker was the greatest gift she ever got, and nothing could compare to that. She had four children, my father being the oldest. But Booker Joseph Batiste was her everything.” Namjoon could feel her hands shaking. The small sniffle was enough for him to reach across and hold her wet cheeks, “Joonie..”

“Tell me what’s wrong, Akira.” Namjoon worried.

“Is that what it’s like? Having a mate?” Akira raised her head, the watery look she gave him made his chest ache, “The greatest joy you can ever have in the world, until it’s taken from you, and all you have is constant pain for the rest of your life? It seems so awful.” Akira sniffled again, finding tears sliding down her face, “My grandmother constantly mourns him. She rarely ever smiles and I think she’s waiting to die one day just to be with him. I don’t wanna live like that.”

“I think your grandmother’s love for your grandfather was more than just being mates. I think she loved him so deeply that losing him would’ve hurt more than any of us could imagine. I can’t tell you how to feel about us Akira because you’re entitled to your own feelings but as for us, as for me…I feel as though I’ve fallen in love with you.” If it weren’t for his super hearing, Namjoon would’ve never heard the tiny gasp escape from her lips. Akira never had someone fall in love with her before. She’d never been on a proper date, let alone thought of boyfriends until these men drifted into her life. How could they possibly be in love with her already? How could she possibly feel the same?

“You barely know me, how can you fall in love with me?” Akira whispered back, shock still lingering over her.

“I know enough.” Namjoon chuckled, stroking her face. “In the few months that we've talked to each other, I know a lot of things. I know that you like the rain because it’s soothing to you. I know your favorite fruit is strawberries. I know you like having music playing when you cook, and I know when you’re happy, you smell like hot cocoa instead of chocolate chip cookies, when you’re just feeling okay.” Akira’s breathing faltered, surprised by all of this, “You think I don’t know you, but I do. I know some things, not all, and I wanna learn more. That’s why I know I love you, Akira.” More tears fell down Akira’s face as Namjoon left her speechless. She didn’t know what to say, yet she didn’t really have to say anything. He swiped her cheeks lovingly, with a soft smile on his face. Akira felt overwhelmed. She hadn’t received this type of attention or love from someone before and sadly, it showed.

Akira leaned in closer and naturally, Namjoon followed. Their lips met and molded together. Her tiny gasps made his wolf growl with pleasure, ‘Need her, need our omega.’ Namjoon groaned, “I need to take you home soon. If I don’t, my wolf might come out.”

“I thought you said you could control it?” Akira panted, slightly dazed from the kiss.

“Yes, but you make it very difficult to.” Namjoon groaned, pressing his forehead against hers. Akira giggled, sweet and bubbly as Hoseok first described it. Namjoon kissed her cheek and forehead before fixing his seat and starting the ignition. He drove her home in a comfortable silence, one where Akira held his free hand the entire ride.

— — —

“Hobi, I never pictured you as a picnic kind of guy.”

Sitting in the middle of the city park, under a large oak tree with a large blanket, lunch and snacks was Akira and Hoseok. To make up for missing their date night the night before, Hoseok wanted to take Akira on a nice lunch date. Was it an impromptu date? Yes, but Hobi knew Akira wouldn’t have minded. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Hoseok smirked, making Akira grow shy, “But sometimes, on days like this, I like to be outdoors. Helps clear my head.”

“I take it Joonie told you about our date last night.” Akira sighed, putting down her steak sandwich, all of the food Hoseok made by the way. Akira felt like she left with a lot more questions than answers last night, and it was painfully obvious on her face at the moment.

“More or less. But he’s not the only one, princess.” Hoseok dropped his head, trying to get Akira to look him in the eyes, “What’s this I hear you don’t want a crossing over ceremony.”

“…Taehyung told you?” Akira fiddled with her fingers, looking down at her shorts.

“We don’t keep secrets in Bangtan, princess. And while I think I understand why you don’t want it, just know it’s not just your ceremony, it’s ours too. And we wanna proudly show you off.” Hoseok watched as Akira pouted, a soft sour look on her face,

“I didn’t think about that.” Akira mumbled, “I just…I didn’t want the fuss, you know? I know that my grandmother and your mothers are planning this event for us and I’m forever grateful for it but…I just can’t get behind the excitement of it. I don’t feel the joy I thought I would feel.”

“Because you feel like there’s nobody there supporting you?” Hoseok questioned. Akira fiddled with her bracelet, particularly the Sun charm. Hoseok smiled at that. Hoseok laid down and stretched his arms out, “C’mere princess.” Akira hesitated at first but laid her head on his stomach, “You have a right to feel that. But there is always somebody supporting you, princess. We’re all here.”

“I get that but—.”

“No buts, omega.” Hoseok playfully scolded, to which Akira slightly pouted. He liked that she responded to him like a normal omega would. He liked that she obeyed them in the sense that it was willingly and not by force. His eyes traveled her body. From the position, face covered by her visor. The matching black biker shorts stretched over thick thighs, extending just beneath her oversized cream colored t-shirt. Her gold puzzle piece necklace dangling down her chest. Hoseok picked up a strawberry, dangling the fruit in front of her lips, “Open, princess.” He heard her tiny gasp before she followed suit, opening her plump rose colored lips. Hoseok fed her more fruit as they talked. An hour later, positions switched as they both relaxed under the shade of the oak tree. Hoseok laid his head on her thigh. Akira ran her fingers through his hair. They talked and talked, about nothing and everything all at once.

“I think next to rain storms, this is probably one of my favorite things. Just being here, out in nature, clearing my thoughts. Thank you Hobi. I really enjoyed today.” Hoseok opened his eyes and smiled up at her. “Can we do this again, Hobi? Soon?” Hoseok groaned as he sat up. He looked over at Akira once more, taking a hand to pluck at her chin, “Sure thing, princess. But I have to let Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook take you on a date first, they haven’t had their turn yet.”

“Wouldn’t want to upset them then, huh?” Akira giggled.

“No, you don’t.” Hoseok laughed, “Jin is the more patient out of the three, he likes the anticipation. Jimin has a temper like a toddler and JK gets jealous when he’s not getting attention.”

“Oh lawd, he knows he has to share me, right?” Akira laughed again.

“Yes, but he’s the baby. The pup always had to share, but with you, it’s different.” Hoseok shook his head, “He feels very strongly about you and honestly, I can’t blame him. We all do. He’s the most protective of you.”

“Is that how you all feel? Do you feel overly protective of me too, Hobi?” Akira tilted her head back, feeling the slight breeze drift across her neck. Her eyes closed and the ends of her braids tickled at her wrists. Soon she felt a presence looming over her, but she dared not open her eyes, familiar with the spiced mahogany and bergamot scent rolling off Hoseok’s body. The brush of his lips made her gasp as they pressed against her exposed neck. He pressed firmly but gently from her clavicle to behind her ear. Akira’s breath labored, “Of course I do. Werewolves are always protective of their mates. But you, princess..” Hoseok growled near her ear, making her eyes slightly roll close and the barest of moans slip from her lips, “You’re different. We want to protect you and never let you go.” Hoseok reached up and grabbed Akira’s chin, turning her head towards his. His lips melted against hers, trapping in her sweet moans.

Akira raised her hand to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. Public outing be damned, Hoseok and Akira made out like teenagers. Akira tugged at his hair, a guttural growl deep from within, sent shivers all through Akira’s body. Hoseok’s wolf was definitely trying to escape, ‘Omega smells so sweet. Please omega.’. Hoseok pulled back slowly, chucking to himself. Akira panted with a small frown, “What?”

“My wolf. He wants you just as bad as I do.” Akira blinked rapidly, sitting straighter as the tidbit surprised her, “He’s craving something sweet.” Hoseok smirked, making Akira bite her bottom lip and look away.

“Hobi, stop it.” Akira giggled. Oh how he loved that sound already. Hoseok leaned in again, nipping at her neck and her cheek, making her giggle again.

“No, you taste too good.” Hoseok refused. Akira gasped again, playfully pushing at his chest. They stayed a few moments later packing up and heading back to Akira’s home. For once, she had a free night, no dates. She had a lot of decompressing to do,

“Hobi?”

Hoseok looked at her just as he pulled up to her home, “Yes princess?”

“Can you talk to your wolf? Like, have actual conversations with him? Can your wolf communicate with others, too?” Akira turned to him, expecting an answer.

Hoseok smiled, “Yes. He’s primal, naturally but he can communicate and yes, he can talk to other wolves, but only those that are in our pack or our familial pack.”

“You know what’s funny? I used to pray that I had a wolf of my own.” Akira chuckled grimly, looking down and away at her charm bracelet, “That maybe I wasn’t different from my family, maybe she was just shy or mute. But when I realized I wouldn’t be one, I saw how quickly things in my family changed. I was alone. They didn’t know how to deal with me and honestly, I didn’t know how to deal with me either. I guess…deep down…I knew the day we found out would be the day everything would change.” Akira shrugged grimly once more before turning to Hoseok again, “I really have had the best week, with all of you. I haven’t felt this special in a very long time. Thank you, Hobi.” Her soft voice made his ears twitch as Akira leaned over and gave him a soft kiss.

Akira soon hopped out of the car and headed inside. Hoseok was beside himself. He couldn’t describe it but maybe this feeling of brokenness, this hollowness…maybe it’s exactly what Taehyung was trying to explain to them. He felt her pain. Greater than any feeling he’s ever felt. It brought tears to the man’s eyes as he drove away, not wanting to leave her.

— — —

“I can’t do this anymore! They’ve taken over everything, it’s practically not my ceremony anymore!”

Akira watched as her sister Naomi paced up and down her bedroom. She shortly came to visit after having an argument with their parents about her crossing over ceremony. Once again, Naomi’s pleas weren’t heard and, feeling overwhelmed, she ran to the one place she felt safe: her grandmother’s. “I just wanted something small but they’re making it into this grand thing! Jackson understood that, why couldn’t they?”

“I don’t know, Naomi, I wish I did.” Akira spoke quietly, feeling sad that her sister felt overshadowed by such a thing. She knew that feeling all too well, and still couldn’t find a way to help her. “What has Jackson said?”

“He’s trying to be understanding and see everyone’s side, but he knows how much I hate attention so he’s trying to be firmer with them. Still, he respects his elders too much.” Naomi plopped down in a chair, crossing her arms over her chest, “How’s things with grandmother, has she been planning yours?”

Akira nodded, “At first, I told her I didn’t want one since no one was coming, but since I talked to the guys, I changed my mind. Grandmother is in town now, going over things with their mothers.”

“I wish I could be there but Jackson and I are going away right after our ceremony. He thought I could use the time away to relax.” Naomi sighed, fiddling with her bangle, a gift from Jackson, “I just wish we had a say. To do it our way, without interference. At least grandmother lets you have a say.”

Akira sighed, “Yes, but I’m barely involved with it honestly. I’ve been busy trying to get through all these dates, I still have a date with Jimin this Friday, one this Saturday with Jin and one with Jungkook, Sunday.” It had been a week or so since Akira’s last date with Namjoon and Hoseok. And a week before that, with Yoongi and Taehyung. Now, her long anticipated wait was nearly over with the last three remaining members of her pack. She could hardly stand the wait.

“My, my, haven’t we been busy, little sister.” Akira tilted her head slightly, not sure if Naomi meant the bitter tone she used. Still, she responded back as normal,

“My situation isn’t like yours. You have one mate to look after, I have seven. You have more time to focus on Jackson and vice versa. Which is why, I think you should put your foot down and tell them that you want something small and intimate that reflects you and Jackson, not your families. You’re a Beta, your input should matter most, shouldn’t it?”

Naomi frowned, crouching over in her seat, “You really think I should?”

“Yes, I do.” Akira nodded emphatically, “Naomi, you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with that man. Shouldn’t you both have a moment where you reflect on the moment that you two became each other’s mates? It’s supposed to be about you two, not everyone else. You’re stronger than you think Naomi, you really are.” If only Akira could believe her own words for herself.

“You really believe in me, don’t you?” Naomi stared up at Akira. Akira smiled simply, nodding.

“I always believed you could do anything, Naomi. I looked up to you the most when I was younger.” Akira smiled, looking away. On her nightstand was a very old picture in a silver picture frame. The glass was cracked from the time their father threw it at a wall near Akira’s head, but it was still intact. The picture of three little girls, all in dresses with their hair done up for a birthday party. A little Naomi, just at four years old, two front teeth missing, all smiles next to a smiling seven year old Justine who held two year old Akira. The same bright eyed look in her eyes as now. Naomi followed Akira’s train of sight, looking at the cracked picture frame.

“You kept this?” Naomi got up and walked over to the nightstand. She picked up the picture frame, gliding her fingers over the glass. Akira mumbled a soft ‘yes’ with a light sigh. Naomi didn’t realize she could feel the agony her baby sister carried. The weight of it filled the bedroom as she glanced at Akira, who, unbeknownst to her, had shed tears in her eyes as the memory of that day replayed in her mind. The oddest thing happened. For Naomi, it felt as though she could feel her sister’s pain, “I think this is the only picture of the three of us together.”

“Yeah, it kinda is. It’s the only one I have of you two smiling…” Akira felt her throat starting to close. “I remember the night he threw it. I don’t know what I did, maybe I said or did something to make him angry. I was 12, I didn’t know. I just remember him throwing it at me, but he missed, and then walking over to me. I got whipped with his shoe that time, not the belt. I remember I nearly blacked out cause it was one of his hard bottom shoes? You know the ones with the red underside? Then he locked me in the coat closet until I could behave better.” Naomi’s horror-filled reaction was something Akira expected, “You weren’t there, you were at cousin Nikki’s for a sleepover. Maybe that’s what I did to make him angry, maybe I whined about not being able to go? I don’t know.” Akira shrugged, wiping a stray tear, “Anyway, Justine, Malik and Braxton were there. They just went to their rooms. They never really got in trouble much now that I think about it…” Akira's laugh was hollow as it was dark, chilling Naomi’s spine, “Anyway, it had to have been hours later cause the sun was up when mama let me out after she found me. Nobody told her where I was, she spent the night playing cards with our aunties and some friends. She didn’t even say anything to him. Just pulled me out and hugged me tight.”

Akira felt this sudden darkness take over and Naomi felt it too. The room felt smaller and smaller by the minute, “Try as I might, no matter how hard I tried being quiet and obedient, it wasn’t enough for him. Every little thing I did made him angry.” Akira looked up at Naomi, whose eyes filled with their own tears, “That was my favorite picture. Just the three of us. I don’t remember that day but I do remember feeling safe with the two of you. You know I looked through grandmother’s pictures and after age 10, I think I'm only in five? All the important pictures, the birthday parties, weddings, holidays…I’m not there. It’s as if I never existed…” The choked voice grew quieter, softer. Naomi burst into tears while Akira disassociated completely, staring at a blank wall ahead. When Akira came to, she grew aware of Naomi hugging her. This time, Akira hugged her back, although hesitantly.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t do more. I should’ve done more.” Naomi sobbed.

“What could you do, Naomi, you were a child just like me.” Akira patted her back, “Listen,” Akira pulled away at arm's length, “I never had your strength. In some ways, I’m a lot like mama in that way. You are strong enough to tell them your boundaries. And if they cannot accept it, then that’s their problem, not yours. If you want your ceremony the way you and Jackson want it then do it. It’s your night, not theirs.” Naomi nodded then hugged Akira again. They sat for another hour until Naomi had to leave for a dress fitting. The darkness stayed with Akira for the rest of the day, and she couldn’t shake it. All the memories she blocked out started flooding back to her, so much so that she couldn’t stop her crying. With a shaky breath, Akira called the only person she could think of, “Joonie?”

On the other end of the line, Namjoon could barely hear Akira’s voice as the Bangtan meeting room filled both his and the Wang pack grew rowdy. Yoongi caught sight of Namjoon’s concerned face as he tried exiting the room unnoticed. The rest of his members were in deep conversation, but he too slipped out unnoticed. Namjoon slightly paced out in the hall just as Yoongi closed the door behind him, “Babygirl I need you to breathe and tell me what’s wrong.” The sweet nickname alerted him to you, ‘Omega is upset! Is she hurt?!’.

“Stay where you are ok? I’m coming to get you.” Namjoon hung up then pulled his car keys out of his pocket. There was no way Yoongi wasn’t going with,

“I’m coming with you.” He knew his wolf wouldn’t settle until he laid eyes on you. Not in the mood for arguing, Namjoon said nothing as Yoongi followed him to the car. They wouldn’t normally leave without telling everyone where they were going, but the moment your scared voice traveled through Namjoon’s ears, there was no time for thinking. He just simply wanted to get to you. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know, she was crying and all she said was that she didn’t want to be alone.” Namjoon sped through traffic to reach the outer city limits to get to Akira at the urging of his wolf. He didn’t care how many laws he broke, as soon as he heard her cries, he fought off every instinct that wanted to run to her in his wolf form. After about thirty minutes , he finally made it to the Batiste estate and he entered the code to the gate, and drove past Akira’s old home to her grandmother’s. The minute Akira heard the car pull up, she ran outside to meet Namjoon. He didn’t even shut off the car before climbing out of the driver’s side and running smack into her, pulling her into his arms until her legs crossed around his waist.

“Joonie!” Akira buried her face in his neck, the tears never ending. Yoongi slowly climbed out of the car as he watched Namjoon cradle her to his body. One arm locked around her middle, holding her in place while the other tried brushing her tears away, “Shh, I’m here now Akira. And look, even Yoongi came along.” Akira looked up from the crook of his neck and stared at Yoongi. Yoongi’s heart broke seeing her face slowly redden and her tiny nose got the worst of it. He walked over and Akira let go of Namjoon and started crying harder once Yoongi held her. He kissed the side of her head, cheek bruising against her hair, “Tell us what happened, sweetheart.”

Akira tried calming her breathing as Yoongi wiped her face, “I-I c-cou—couldn’t stop.” Akira blew out a breath as she tried to focus, “I couldn’t stop thinking about my family and realized how much abuse I put up with. It wasn’t just my father, it-it—.” Akira could feel herself about to cry again. Yoongi shushed her again, pulling her closer. His calming scent pushed out more as he tried to calm her. Akira tried breathing on her own, the hyperventilating hiccups slowed dramatically. “I can’t be here right now, please, please—I don’t wanna be here!”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to be. Get what you need so we can go.” Namjoon had already decided he wasn’t leaving her alone. Akira never let go of Yoongi's hand. He followed her up until she stopped at her bedroom door; a sour look still remained on her face as she grabbed a sweater, house keys, and wrote a small note for her grandmother later. She then grabbed her phone and hurried out the door. By the time they arrived back at Bangtan home, Akira was fast asleep. Namjoon carried her in and slept on the couch for hours,“She’s been sleeping for a long time, is she supposed to sleep this long? Should we wake her?”

Around Akira, the Bangtan pack stood, hovering quietly as Jungkook worried about her sleeping. The slightest shiver had Jin throwing a blanket over immediately. The meeting long over once they realized Namjoon and Yoongi left. They watched Akira snuggle further into the couch, twisting slightly. Namjoon sighed,

“She was really upset earlier so no, don’t wake her.” Jungkook nodded, listening to his hyung. “I didn’t realize how deep her trauma with her family was.”

“None of us did.” Hoseok replied, “Whatever this is, it extends much deeper than her father’s reasons.”

“I have no doubt her brothers are behind it.” Taehyung added as he watched Yoongi lift Akira’s head up and place it on his lap. One by one they each sat, surrounding her, “Especially Malik, I can feel it.”

“Why do you suppose they do it? Her siblings, I mean.” Jimin questioned, worry brushed across his face as he watched Akira frown in her sleep. The tiny whimpers alerted them, making Yoongi rub her shoulder.

“Fear of rejection from their father most likely.” Jin shrugged, “It happens with a more dominant alpha, they will scare submission into their pack. He probably uses Akira as an example of what will happen if they don’t submit. Her being human was just an added bonus.” Jin surmised, watching as Akira settled against Yoongi, curling her body further into a ball.

“I wonder what prompted this attack.” Jimin worried.

“Her sister Naomi was there, I could smell her.” Yoongi replied, “Maybe they were talking and got into it, I don’t know, but whatever it was, it left Akira crying.” He ran his fingers across her now tear stained cheek. Akira snuggled closer, feeling how warm he was.

“I swear this family of hers leaves so much damage in their wake.” Jimin groaned, annoyed. “I know it’s selfish but maybe when she’s with us, we can convince her to cut them off.”

“I have no doubt she would.” Jin spoke calmly, “Doesn’t seem like it would take much effort on her end at this point.”

“So how do we fix it?” Taehyung asked.

Jin sighed, “That, I’m not sure of.”

— — —

“What do you think, guys? Do I look good enough for my date with Jimin?”

Akira was all excited for her date with Jimin this warm Friday evening. After spending time in their den, Akira felt as though the anguish she felt days before were gone. She had never been to their home, but she instantly felt safe and comfortable. It made her thrilled for her date, “I hope it’s not too much.”

He wanted her dressed up so he sent a dress and heels for her. Akira had never been in designer clothing so beautiful that it felt feather light on her skin. She couldn’t believe that he had such a good eye for details, getting her measurements just right. She twirled around in her dress when Namjoon asked, giving him, Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook a show. The dress was a deep navy floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline, butterfly sleeves, and two long slits near the thighs. The dress hugged her curves, making her statuesque.

“Fuck me she looks incredible” Yoongi murmured deeply, his accent sounding richer through the phone, making Jin swat his arm. Akira tilted her head, frowning a little,

“What? You guys don’t like it? Jimin picked it out for me…” Akira’s frown deepened, twiddling with nails.

“No, babygirl you look stunning, truly.” Namjoon assured her, making the others agree immediately.

“Jimin did an amazing job, fuck.” Jungkook tilted his head, trying to see all of Akira’s curves. Taehyung rolled his eyes before smacking Jungkook upside his head, making him howl and Akira gasp,

“Don’t objectify her, fool.” Jungkook pouted in the camera, making Akira pout as well.

“Nooo, it’s ok Kookie, thank you for the compliment.” By now, the familiarity between the eight of them had grown, making nicknames a common thing. Akira’s nicknames ranged from babygirl to jagiya, all sweet and endearing. “I feel kinda nervous. I always feel nervous on our dates.”

“Why, you’ve been on four now.” Hoseok laughed, making Akira giggle.

“It’s because it’s a different feeling with each of you. It’s a first date each time. Each one feels special to me…” Akira stared at the floor. Each man blushed at her sweet words, even Jin and Jungkook, who have yet to have their dates with her. They couldn’t wait their turn.

“Well I think Jimin will be nothing but a gentleman with you, and he’ll be very excited for tonight as well.” Jin expressed, bowing slightly. Before Akira could reply, a bubbly response waiting to be spilled, she—along with the guys—heard a loud bang; the sound of a door crashing made Akira jump with fright. The force rattled the walls, nearly making her phone fall off the ledge of the full length mirror in her room, “Akira, what’s going?’ What was that sound?!” Namjoon panicked.

Akira stuttered, “I-I d-don—I don’t know—!”

“AKIRA!!!”

Akira’s eyes widened as recognition struck her. She knew that voice. Knew it well. “Father?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. Akira was all alone, her grandmother out with her mother, trying to fix final touches for Naomi’s ceremony. What could he possibly want with Akira if he washed his hands of her?

“Akira, get out of the house!” Hoseok screamed over FaceTime.

“We’re on our way to you, just get out of the house!” Jungkook screamed, leaving the camera’s view.

“AKIRA I KNOW YOU’RE HERE! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, I CAN SMELL YOU!” Her father Joseph growled, holding back his wolf.

“Baby, if you can hear me, I’m going to mute us, you just keep us on the phone!” Namjoon urged her. Shakily, Akira grabbed her phone and nodded. She quickly sent a message to her grandmother, before the door to her room blew off, splintering at the seams, making her scream. Joseph and Malik stood at her doorway; her father visibly shaking with anger.

On the other end of the phone, her pack froze in horror at her scream. They could hear Joseph shouting obscenely at her, raging at something that he felt was her fault, “YOU HAD TO RUIN YOUR SISTER’S MOMENT, HUH?! YOU COULDN’T LET HER HAVE A CEREMONY WORTHY OF GODS?!” Akira backed away from him, nearly tripping from her dress if it wasn’t for Malik grabbing her roughly. He almost looked ashamed but it was quickly masked with cold green eyes.

“Ah! Malik let go of me! I don't know what you’re talking about!” “Akira’s phone dropped to the floor, still on call with Namjoon. Once Jimin was told what was happening, he quickly got dressed from his shower and raced downstairs to join them in their van. Jin drove, racing through the streets, passing through red lights to get to her. Meanwhile, Hoseok flinched at the sound of Akira’s screams as Joseph slapped her. “Please, I don’t know what’s happening!” Akira cried.

“This, you devious little piece of shit!” Joseph pushed a piece of paper in her face, nearly bruising her nose, “YOU’RE THE FUCKING REASON NAOMI RAN OFF WITH JACKSON! YOU ARE A CURSE ON THIS FAMILY, I FUCKING SWEAR!”

Tears trailed down her face, hiccups escaped as Malik threw her down on the floor. Akira picked up the paper, her eyes widening at each line;

Dear Father,

I know that you and mama and Jackson’s parents made this grand event for us. While we’re grateful and appreciative, it’s what neither of us wanted. I have always been a simple woman, and have never craved attention-seeking moments like this family does, time and time again. After talking with Akira, she made me realize that my vision for our crossing over ceremony was what I always wanted. And that my voice mattered, even when drowned out by you and mama. She is the sole reason Jackson and I decided we want to do what’s best for us. Her belief in me made me realize I have a voice, and I intend to use it. Jackson and I will not continue with the spectacle that is this crossing over ceremony. In a way, we’ve decided to elope. Please don’t be angry.

Naomi.

Akira couldn’t believe what she was reading. Curse her trusting nature, she hated herself for giving Naomi the benefit of the doubt. She now realizes that the one trick Betas always had was to be cunning. They always planned ahead, every step meticulous. She had been used as a pawn the moment Naomi got wind of their parents’ ceremonial plans. The ultimate scapegoat that fueled their father’s hatred of Akira. “No…N-No, father I knew nothing about this, I swear—AH!” A punch landed square to her jaw as Joseph socked her. Akira tries crawling away, begging him to not hurt her, “Father, I didn’t tell her to run, I swear!”

“I am no longer your father, you little runt! From now on, the name Batiste is stripped from you! You had every intention of causing trouble, Naomi wouldn’t lie about this!” Akira gasped as Joseph reached out and grabbed her by her hair. Her cries echoed on the other end of the phone that Namjoon nearly crushes, trying desperately to control his wolf.

“Even with all the lights we speed through, we won’t get there in time.” Yoongi growled, eyes flickering their dark brown to blood red. Each passing second, they could hear Akira scream in agony. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh; deep groans escaping from her as her father did who knows what to her.

Meanwhile, Akira laid on the floor, curled in a ball as she tried to ward off another kick to the ribs. Joseph Batiste was angrier than he had ever been, pissed beyond all belief. Blood trickled from her lips as she tried shielding herself from his and Malik’s attacks. Her ears were ringing, leaving her slightly disoriented. With a little bit of strength, Akira tried crawling to the door, but Malik stopped her, stepping on her dress. The fabric ripped, making the one of the slits widen and stretch. “You know, since the day you were born, you have been a stain on my life. A human shit stain that’s been the bane of my existence—I knew I should’ve taken you out to the woods and left your ass for dead the day you didn’t present as a wolf!” Spittle flew from Joseph’s lips as he got in Akira’s face. Akira cried once more, whimpering then wailing, shouting her innocence, “I never told Naomi to run! I never told her to disobey you, please, plea—!” Akira gagged as Joseph grabbed her by the throat, punching her and slapping her until she nearly fought unconsciousness.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR! AND WHAT’S WORSE IS YOU’RE A FUCKING MISTAKE!” Akira tiredly let go “I was perfectly content with the four children I had, but no, your mother just had to have another! I should’ve made her abort your sorry ass!” Another slap made blood splatter onto the floor. Weakly, Akira started going limp. Joseph took his rage out on her, kicking her and slapping her repeatedly until crying stopped. Blood smeared on the floor and on her tattered dress; contusions and scratches littered her body. Joseph wouldn’t stop until Malik stopped him,

“Father, that’s enough, we have to go.” Neither realizing that Akira’s phone had scattered beneath the bed, still on call with the Bangtan pack. They were stunned into silence; their faces twisted in horror as Jin had to pull over from driving, becoming sick at the sounds of gurgling agony and cracking of bones. Joseph had beaten Akira before, but never to this extent. Never to the point where she was on the verge of losing consciousness. Even Malik had seen enough.

Joseph huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf he claimed to be as Akira laid motionless on the floor, “May you remember the day you no longer remained a Batiste. You are dead to me.” He seethed, giving her one last kick, this time to the face. Malik flinched, turning away. The wet squelch of blood pouring onto the floor made him gag, “Father let’s go, grandmother will be home soon.”

Joseph and Malik left the room, leaving Akira laying on the floor. Her gurgled gasps as she struggled to breathe was the only thing Bangtan could hear as Yoongi took over driving, racing to her home. He knew they’d make it there before her grandmother, who they unfortunately had to explain all this to. Once they finally made it to the compound, Yoongi quickly typed in the code and sped past several houses to get to Akira. He couldn’t even park without the guys jumping out immediately, racing through the broken front door. The smell of blood alerted them, making them call out for Akira. Jungkook raced down a hallway until he reached the doorway of her room, recoiling back with a loud curse before calling for Namjoon, “JOON!”

Each head popped in Jungkook’s direction, racing down the hall until they were met with a gruesome sight. Body tangled on the floor in a small pool of her own blood, Akira laid gasping. A small white letter a few feet away from her. Dress torn and stained; the strong coppery smell permeated the room.

“Oh my fuck!” Namjoon cursed, reeling away before turning back to enter the room. He kneeled down in front of Akira, her line of vision temporarily blurred. She could sense a presence but couldn’t see them, making her tense and whimper loudly, “Shhhh, it’s us beautiful, it’s us.” He whispered delicately. Tears blurred in her eyes but no sound other than a whimper could escape. Her throat raw from being squeezed too tight. Eyes swelling and blurring over to where she couldn’t make out who was in front of her.

Suddenly a car pulled up, “Sounds like her grandmother pulled up.” Taehyung uttered coldly.

“Akira! Akira, little wolf where are—oh my god!” Her grandmother’s gasp was horrified at what she saw.

“Careful, we don’t know if he severed anything.” Hoseok told Namjoon as he went to pick up her body. Usually never one to show his emotions, Namjoon fought back tears as his mate laid on the floor in pain. Carefully? He grabbed hold of her hand,

“Baby, can you hear me?” He asked gently. Shakily, Akira squeezed his hand. “Can you speak?” Her hand remained lax. “Can you wiggle your toes?” They watched as her toes slowly curled from both feet.”

“I can smell her father and Malik all through this room. They did this, didn’t they?” Her grandmother questioned, eyes glimmering faintly of a purple hue. With bowed heads, some with tears in their eyes, the men nodded yes. The sudden rush of steps had them all in a tense stance as a shrill scream left Miriam's lips. Dealing with final touches for Naomi’s ceremony, Miriam asked Genevieve to tag along and to naturally see how Akira was doing. When Genevieve received the message she got, Miriam responded quickly by hopping in the car with her, no questions asked. It was her daughter that was in danger after all. “Oh god, who did this?!”

“Take a wild guess.” Jungkook turned coldly, staring furiously at her. Jin held him back, telling him to calm down. Namjoon gently placed one hand under Akira’s neck. Her whimpers grew louder as pain shot through her body. While Namjoon made a move to pick her up, Hoseok saw a glimmer of white through his bloodshot eyes. He picked up the piece of paper, corners stained and smudged with blood. He read over it, cursing under his breath as he realized what had happened,

“Did you know about this?” He questioned her mother, turning to her with the most foul expression he could give, “Hm? Did you know that Naomi and Jackson eloped?!!”

“What?!” Miriam baulkes, snatching the letter out of his hand. Miriam and Genevieve read it carefully, anger flashing before their eyes before the realization hit that Naomi’s leaving triggered Joseph’s anger. “S-She eloped…She ran away?!”

“We need to get her to a hospital, now.” Namjoon urged.

— — —

“Three broken ribs, orbital bone fracture, sprained wrist and ankle, plus, surprisingly, a mild concussion. Not to mention a broken nose and a swollen larynx from her throat being nearly crushed—we’re lucky you got here in time or the internal bleeding could’ve been worse.”

The doctor looked around the hospital room as the saddest expressions he'd seen filled the space. Genevieve held her granddaughter’s hand. Yoongi paced the floor, restless, while everyone found a seat where they could. Namjoon sat on the side of Akira, watching her rest. Miriam sat outside the room, crying, as if not believing her husband could do such a thing. It had been hours since Akira came out of surgery, and the worse had yet to come.

“You said she’s your mate?” The doctor asked, looking at Namjoon.

“Yes.” All seven men answered, surprising the doctor. He sighed,

“You said she was attacked? Why hasn’t she been mated then?”

“Yes, she was randomly attacked and she’s a human. We can’t bite her, plus our crossing ceremony wasn’t until the end of the month.” Namjoon answered aggressively, already agitated by the doctor’s questioning, trying to avoid the actual truth of the matter. Namjoon wanted to handle Joseph on his own, no police involved. He delicately moved hair out of Akira’s face, “We followed the rules. She should’ve been with us soon enough.”

“Given the extent of her injuries, you’ll need to keep an eye on her a lot more once she’s released. We’ve also irrigated her eyes so that she could see, some debris was in there. Her vision might be hazy for a couple of days.” After the doctor explained the aftercare Akira would need, he left. Silence engulfed them. The steady beep of the heart monitor droned on as they breathing labor either withheld or steadied.

“She’s gonna be ok.” Jungkook tried to rally his mind with his heart, willing for a positive outcome as tears welled in his eyes, “She’ll be ok.”

“Yeah pup,” Jin whispered, his hand clapping Jungkook’s back, “She’ll be fine, it’s alright.” Jin pulled him into a hug as his lips trembled, tears finally breaking for a release.

“She’s living with us once she’s released from the hospital. It’s not up for discussion.” Namjoon spoke calmly, yet there was an eerie edge to his voice. A darkness that only his pack understood. He spoke directly to Genevieve, “And your son? He’s as good as dead.”

Genevieve didn’t flinch, “You see me stopping you?” She muttered back, “Whatever happens now, it’s out of my hands.” She turned to her granddaughter, a steely coldness to her voice, “Because if he isn’t dealt with, I’ll take the motherfucka out myself.” The son she raised was no longer there. Any trace of her husband, lost within him.

The men all stood around, shocked and bewildered. They had never seen a mother turn on their own child before. Everyone assumed that Genevieve was a sweet, doting grandmother, but no one knew that she ran everything. “Leave everyone else to me.” Genevieve Batiste was an OG. And her son forgot who he was fucking with, “Don’t worry, little wolf. It’s being handled.” She leaned over and whispered to Akira. Kissing the top of her head, Genevieve then stood straight, grabbed her bag, and exited the room, the men quickly moving out her way. Jimin checked the hallway, seeing Genevieve and Miriam leaving.

“You really think she’s gonna let her own son get killed?” Taehyung questioned, shock and confusion written on his face.

“For Akira, she’d burn the earth.” Yoongi muttered quietly.

They all stared at Akira in silence. Jin slowly walked to the other side of the bed, resting his hands on the bed. They watched as her chest rose and fell softly. Concern blanketed them at her quiet wheezing, as if she was struggling to breathe. Once the beatings began, Akira did the only thing she knew how to do, and it was to disassociate. She stopped fighting. She had given up and let Joseph take control. And since then, she’s been unconscious ever since. She could disappear and feel safe in her own dreams because it was there, Joseph could not hurt her. Malik couldn’t hurt her. Naomi couldn’t hurt her.

No one could.

[free-boundsoul]

You know what, here's an unhinged thought I had. Nsfw 🔞

So I've joked that Angel and Asher read omegaverse fiction

But d(a)emons can alter a person's physical form. (Which Vega alluded to in his second ba)

Who's to say that they can't make fiction reality?

Alphas (or just shifters in general) going in to get knots to stuff their partners so incredibly full

Their partners going to alter themselves so that they can take those knots. The demons forming the glands that create slick so that the process is easier.

People going to have pheromone glands so that they can smell like their favorite scent so they don't have to wear perfume or cologne