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I’m not really sure what I’m doing but I really like the ficlets you write and love reading anything that’s about Stiles being underestimated by another pack or at a convention and then being a complete bamf so idk if I did this right but could you maybe do something like that pretty please?

Don’t mess with the emissaries.

That was rule number one of these conventions, drilled into Phoebe’s head since the first year she attended: do not mess with another pack’s emissary.

Apparently not all packs received the same annual lecture and accompanying etiquette quiz.

Question #1: What do you never mess with while at the convention?

A. Another pack’s emissary

There was no option B.

There was no need for an option B, because the only person who would ever, in their wildest dreams, choose anything other than A was looking for an all out pack war, and no sane person went looking for those.

Also it was against convention rules and it was one of the few ways to never be invited back, which cut that pack off from a lot of valuable networking opportunities. Being blacklisted by the convention was a surefire way to never get any allies anywhere, because news traveled fast in the supernatural community. 

Really fast.

Anything that happened at the convention was known from coast to coast by midnight, internationally by sunrise, depending on time zones. Literally anything.

Hotels weren’t properly soundproofed by any means, so every argument, hookup, standoff, and blowout were on display for anyone within supernatural earshot–and everyone else was filled in over the waffle bar the next morning. Werewolves were a gossipy bunch; it wasn’t their finest trait.

So naturally, when a commotion started brewing in one of the conference rooms across the lobby, everyone rushed to get a firsthand view, and Phoebe was no exception.

She wasn’t proud of it, but secondhand accounts were notoriously unreliable, and honestly, the convention was boring. She hated networking, the hotel food was bland, and her alpha had strictly forbid the attending pack members from ordering any movies. She was a little desperate for entertainment.

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Derek, Derek Leaves Beacon Hills, Stiles Leaves Beacon Hills, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, Derek Gets Therapy, Stiles Gets Therapy, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Developing Relationship, Slow Build, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Derek Summary:

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?"

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

I just finished reading this and wanted to share it because it does such a brilliant job of exploring how Stiles and Derek would cope and grow given the chance to leave BH together and get the help they so desperately need. 

If you get a chance you should totally take the time to give it a read, and say hi to @leslieknopeismyshiningstar to let her know if you enjoyed it. 

And don’t forget to reblog.

This is a really lovely short series and takes a really cool perspective on Parrish.

Take to time to give it a read, and don’t forget to let the author know what you thought and reblog it so others can appreciate it.

Thank you SO much to all my new followers, and everyone who liked my Parrish Stilinski-Hale headcanon.

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“Oh come on, it’ll be just like an exchange program.”

Derek sets his glass on the table and levels his son with an even look usually reserved for his mate.

From his left, Claudia snorts unhelpfully.

“Don’t be an idiot, idiot. It’s nothing like an exchange program.”

Whoever said siblings have each others’ backs was obviously an only child. Talia, looking up from her homework, smiles sweetly.

“I think it’s an awesome idea.” And then, before Parrish has a chance to feel properly grateful, ruins it with: “I get to go too, right?”

Well, there went that.

“It’s not a vacation,” he says evenly. “And you’re both too young.” Then, back to his papa (who’s leaning back in his chair now, arms crossed and silently skeptical) “I’ll just be there for a few months, I’ll stay under the radar, won’t get involved in any major events and I won’t let anyone know who I am.” And then, more eagerly: “I’ve been studying time travel theory for the past year with Deaton—“

“Which I told you was a waste of time, didn’t I?”

He had, repeatedly. But as one of only two humans in a family constantly bombarded with the supernatural, Parrish had made it one of his major projects from a young age to learn as much as he could about spells and magical theory to help out. Wolves have a lot of advantages on humans, but a grasp on magic definitely isn’t one of them.

His papa always grumbles that he’d inherited way too much of his dad’s investigative genes, but there’s always a smile in his eyes as he says it.

Now he turns to his dad for help. Stiles Stilinski-Hale had been hovering behind his husband’s chair since the start of the conversation, a vaguely amused, contemplative look in his honey-brown eyes.

He had shifted forward even as Derek leaned back, their body movements adorably in-sync as always. Even now he reaches out to caress Derek’s nape soothingly as his expression goes taut with tension.

“Honestly, Der, I’ve been kind of waiting for this for a while.”

Derek rolls his eyes, leaning back into the placating palm.

“So have I. So I can shoot him down.”

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Missed Connection

Stiles/Derek, 1.5K words, Rated G, AU, Meet Cute

I heard this story on NPR this morning and of course, couldn’t resist Sterek-ing it. 

Stiles yawned, burped, and stood up. “Okay, I’m heading out.”

Kira pouted and leaned against his thigh. “Aw. You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Stiles was still drunk, but it was fading and he didn’t really feel like drinking any more. “But you should stay, I’ll just take an Uber by myself.”

“Okay.” Kira yawned and flopped in the other direction, against Allison, who patted her absently on the knee. “I might stay here.”

“Text me if you do,” he said, waving, and she gave him a clumsy thumbs up. Stiles picked his way out of the house party, dodging games of beer pong as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He opened the Uber app with a grimace—three a.m. on the Saturday of Halloween weekend probably meant long wait times and/or surge pricing—but was pleasantly surprised to see only a five-minute wait.

By the time Stiles went to the bathroom and said goodbye to a couple of people, Rachel was idling by the curb in her promised red Camry. “Hello!” he said cheerfully as he climbed into the backseat, and she smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hey. Happy Halloween.”

“What’s the weirdest costume you’ve seen tonight?” he asked, and she laughed.

“Let’s see…earlier I had a girl in a very large, very realistic-looking squid costume.”

Stiles laughed. “Awesome.”

“We’ve got one pick-up on the way,” Rachel said, and Stiles yawned as he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window.

“No problem.”

They only drove for a few minutes before Rachel glided to a stop at a corner. The other backseat door opened, and a tall guy startled as he ducked down into the car.

Stiles grinned. “Are you scared of clowns?”

“No.” The guy rolled his eyes and settled into the seat, stretching out his long legs.

“Are you sure? My costume’s pretty great.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I’m also not scared of clowns.”

Stiles scratched at his wig. This guy was seriously hot, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, and Stiles temporarily wished that he wasn’t dressed as a freaky clown. “So what are you supposed to be?”

The guy tilted his head, raised one admittedly-magnificent eyebrow, and gestured at himself. “A lumberjack.”

The duh went unspoken, and Stiles gave him a flat look. “Seriously? So let me guess, you grabbed a plaid shirt out of your closet and didn’t shave for like 36 hours.”

“Are you shaming me for my dedication to my costume right now?”

“Your lack of dedication,” Stiles corrected. “And yes, yes I am.”

“I can tell that you really care a lot about Halloween.”

“Uh, yes I do. The sanctity of Halloween is to be respected, and you’re in clear violation of that right now.”

The lumberjack hummed and scratched at his dumb, beautiful lumberjack beard. “So what’s the punishment for such an egregious violation?”

Stiles made a show of thinking about it. “Being made fun of by me. And Rachel,” he added.

“I think your costume is fine,” Rachel piped in, and Stiles threw up his hands.

“Ouch. Wow, such a betrayal, Rachel, honestly. I was here first, does that not count for anything anymore?”

The lumberjack laughed and shifted in his seat so he was facing Stiles. “My friend showed up at the party I was at as an accountant. And that’s his job in real life, so he just wore his normal clothes.”

“Okay, that’s worse,” Stiles admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook.”

“Darn,” he said, his tone as dry as a bone. “You know, my greatest goal is to be in your good graces.”

Stiles huffed. “As it should be.”

The car stopped again, and the lumberjack unbuckled his seatbelt. “Bye, Pennywise,” he said, then waved toward the front seat. “Thanks, have a good night.”

Rachel waved back, and Stiles stared shamelessly out the window as the lumberjack took the stairs two at a time up to his building. “Wow,” he said absently. “I should’ve asked for his number, huh? He was hot.”

“He was,” Rachel agreed. “And he was totally flirting with you.”

Stiles tipped his head back against the seat and groaned.

Kira shuffled through their front door around noon. “Please tell me that there’s coffee.”

“Of course!” Stiles called out from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up with only a minor headache, miraculously, which had been swiftly taken care of by an egg sandwich and two cups of coffee.

Kira sat down next to him, cradling her giant coffee mug against her chest as gently as she would a baby, and gestured to the small pile of flyers on their coffee table. “What’s this?”

“My, uh, morning project,” he said, handing her one.

“I was Pennywise,” Kira read, “and you were a low-effort lumberjack. We met in the back of an Uber at three a.m. last night, and I’m kicking myself for not asking for your number. Text me the name of our driver if you’d like to get a drink sometime, I swear I’m handsome under all the makeup.”

Kira started cracking up, and Stiles grinned. “You like it?”

“That’s amazing. So you met a lumberjack last night?”

Stiles nodded. “He was hilarious. And really attractive. And our driver thought he was flirting with me, so y’know, take from that what you will.”

Kira laughed again. “Where are you gonna put them up?”

“He got dropped off first, he lives just a few blocks from here. So I’ll just do that block, probably. That’s not too creepy, is it?”

Kira hummed. “No. It’d be creepy if you, like, knocked on the door of his building. But this is cute. And he can just ignore it if he wants to.”

“Okay.” Stiles collected up the flyers and reached for the stapler. “Wish me luck, then.”

Stiles got a bunch of random texts that afternoon, most that either wished him luck or just said “lol.” His phone buzzed again around six p.m., and he dove for it, like he’d been doing all day.

Now my whole neighborhood knows that I didn’t put much effort into my costume, so thank you for that.

Stiles grinned down at his phone like an idiot. He saved the number in his phone as “The Lumberjack,” even before the second text came through.

(Her name was Rachel, by the way.)

That’s your fault, dude. If you’d had a better costume, I wouldn’t have had to publicly shame you.

I got invited to a party last minute! I didn’t have many options.

Then you should have unbuttoned the plaid and at least gone as a SEXY lumberjack.

Ah. Next year, then.

No, next year I’ll be inviting you to a Halloween party with plenty of advance notice. So you should start brainstorming now.

I’ll have to ask you for advice.

So will I seem too forward if I ask you for a drink tonight?

I literally printed flyers and put them up outside your building, I really don’t think you have to worry about “forward.”

That bar on the corner at 8?

Dude, I will be there with bells on.

And I’ll be able to recognize you by the costume?

Very funny.

Stiles stopped outside of the bar at 8:02 and hopped up and down a couple times, trying to shake the nervousness out. He’d been giving himself a pep talk for the whole walk over, and he almost believed it.

Worst case scenario, the guy was just fucking with him, and then Stiles would have a funny story to tell. Best case, he’d get to kiss a cute guy, and Stiles was comfortable with those odds.

After one last deep breath, Stiles pulled the door open. He shrugged out of his coat and scanned the bar. He spotted the guy almost instantly, sitting in the corner and half-facing the door. The lumberjack beard was trimmed down a little bit and the plaid shirt had been replaced by a henley, but otherwise he looked exactly the same. And exactly as handsome as Stiles had remembered, score.

Once he was halfway across the bar, their eyes met. Stiles felt it, the same connection he felt in the car last night, and he swallowed.

“Hey,” he called out, once he was within earshot, and the guy smiled at him. “Sorry if you were expecting Pennywise.”

The guy stood and moved his coat off the bar stool next to him, gesturing to it. “This version is much nicer,” he said sincerely, and Stiles huffed out a laugh, ducking his head.

“So I fully plan to keep calling you ‘The Lumberjack’ in my head, but I should probably also know your real name,” he blurted out, and the guy laughed. There were dimples underneath the beard, and Stiles was going to die.

“Derek.” He held his hand out, and Stiles shook it.

“Stiles. Very nice to meet you again.”

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CIRCUS || ATEEZ ot8 || masterlist

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ateez ot8 x reader warning(s) -> abuse, eating disorder, mentions of mental / physical health, cursing, smut, explicit language / scenes, etc.

abstract -> forced to adopt a hybrid becomes harder than the reader anticipated. in which she'll encounter eight troubled and challenging hybrids to take care of. will she be able to handle it?

-> uploading will start on december 04. 2023

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saving a panther and a fox chapter 00. -> adoption center chapter 01. -> rehabilitation chapter 02. -> hybrid activist side story -> admiration side story -> mine ( 18+ ) side story -> abandoned side story -> pervert ( 18+ ) side story -> our pet ( 18+ )

saving a doberman chapter 03. -> drunk amnesia chapter 04. -> my angel side story -> learning side story -> corruption ( 18+ ) side story -> competition ( 18+) side story -> triggers

saving two tigers chapter 05. -> infiltration chapter 06. -> interviews chapter 07. -> crime scene chapter 08. -> black codes chapter 09. -> adapting to five hybrids side story -> treatment side story -> pampered side story -> frustration ( 18+ ) side story -> protagisnist side story -> bet ( 18+) side story -> matz show ( 18+ ) side story -> five hybrids

saving a wolf and a golden retriver chapter 10. -> trapping thieves chapter 11. -> week of hell side story -> therapy side story -> insatiable ( 18+ ) chapter 12. -> case closed chapter 13. -> beef or chicken side story -> outlier side story -> wet dreams ( 18+ ) side story -> kink unlocked ( 18+ ) side story -> switching roomates side story -> triggers prt.2

saving a bear chapter 14. -> new celebrity chapter 15. -> salem trials side story -> maknae side story -> apples ( 18+ ) side story -> dynamics chapter 16. -> eight hybrids chapter 17. -> finale

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I cried I did and it so soft and sweet love it so much

IN YOUR CARE

BTS X READER A/B/O AU

CHAPTER 8 (4.5k words)

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Waking up to a small headache, as well as blurry memories of a night I don’t remember experiencing is not really fun, honestly.

I grunt low in my throat, a hand immediately raised to my burning forehead in the hopes of lowering the thrumming pain. What did I- oh… wait, I think I remember. The karaoke, and the drinks. So many glasses of that pink juice. It was good. Deadly, but good.

“A survivor, she finally awakens” a deep voice rumbles from my left, ensuring that I grow slightly more aware of my environments. We’re moving… yeah, this is a seatbelt. I’m in a car… for the trip, of course.

A cold bottle is pressed against my temple and I accept it, my eyes always shut because I just know the light would blind me. I am not a vampire, but I sure feel like one right now. A vampire who has slept for centuries and was forced out of sleep by mistake.

“Drink it, it should make you feel better. It’ll be bitter, though” a gentle voice speaks from my right, so soft and sweet. Its tone goes in circle in my head, it’s nice to listen to. Whose voice is this? None of my mates sound like that.

Still, I drink the bitter liquid in one go, a grimace on my lips while the bottle is taken from me. The scents pull at my senses, Seokjin’s coffee, Yoongi’s salty sea, Namjoon’s pumpkins and- what’s this… is this cake? Strawberry cake?

My nose follows the scent until my cheek finds a shoulder to rest on, nose pressed over the sweetest scent gland, and I sigh comfortably while a breath hitches in the throat beneath my lips. This smell… I love it, who kept this from me until now? Why am I finding out about it only now?

This smells like omega pheromones… omega… omega!

My eyes open right away, the sudden discovery keeping my body fully locked in place as I find Seokjin with half of his body twisted on the front passenger seat to observe me, not an ounce of emotion flashing across his face.

No, he doesn’t need to when I can smell his amusement. A light grin pulls one corner of his lips upwards when our eyes meet, and every single one of my muscles tense. This is… last night, with Woozi… oh my god, Jimin, of course!

I pull back in the middle seat, wide eyed, then glance at the omega who stares back at me with the same expression of shock and restlessness, for he certainly wasn’t expecting for me to act this way after the behaviour I showed him while drunk.

How much more shameless can I get is what I’d like to ask myself!

With my hands on my knees, I bow as low as is humanly possible in a car. “Jimin, I have done horrendously bad as your mate last night. Please forgive this lowly alpha, for I have committed the unforgivable. Have mercy and give me your last words before I throw myself out of the car”.

I allowed my fears to get the best of me and gave him the worst possible meeting, can I even fix this? No, I cannot. It’s better if I die and reincarnate into a better wolf. Yeah, that’s it, I’ll just climb over Namjoon, open the door, then jump-

A clear, melodious giggle leaves Jimin then, and I quickly look up to find him covering his mouth as he laughs in glee, eyes creasing into moon crescents, such a pretty sight he makes like this. Is he not mad at me?

“There’s no need to go that far, you have committed no wrongs, alpha” he muses gently, eyes still creased happily, though I can also sense the huge relief coming from him, which… it makes sense. I’m sure he must have been afraid of how I would behave upon waking up.

Really… were I not so drunk last night, I would have been fine. I would have had an internal crisis over him being an omega, sure, but on the outside, I would have been fine. It was never my intention to make one of my mates fear me.

“You’re too kind” I let out with yet another low bow. “I’m so sorry, I swear I would not have reacted the same way with a sober mind, I gave you a poor image of me. For that, I am ashamed of myself”.

My head throbs then, and I wince just as Namjoon hands me a bottle of water. “Choices were made, and now you have to live with the consequences of those choices. Such is life” he says simply while the others nod in approval.

“I’m never drinking again” I utter while opening the cap to drink the content. Gosh, I need to pee.

“Can we stop somewhere with a bathroom?” I ask after putting the water in the cup holder at my feet, I must look like shit too. I have not a single recollection of getting into this car, Yoongi and Seokjin must have moved me while I was sleeping.

“I can stop at this convenience store” Yoongi answers smoothly before flashing the blinkers so he can turn into the shop’s parking lot. Thank goodness that it was near, because I don’t know how much longer I could’ve held on like this.

“It’s good that we’re here, I’ll get us all something to eat inside” Jin says as he undoes his seatbelt. “We’ve been on the road for a couple of hours already and we still have two more left. We’re about to get on the highway, so there won’t be much until we reach our destination”.

“I’ll come with you” Namjoon says as he too makes a move to get out of the car, which Jimin mimics, not wanting to be left out. Yoongi grunts softly as he closes his eyes for a minute, “I’ll stay here and get some shut eye. Get me a coffee, Jin, will you?”.

“Will do, babe”.

I’m inside the building before any of them can even reach the door, and the sign for the bathroom has me running there like someone trying to hold in diarrhea. If the door is locked, someone will die and it will not be me.

The knob turns, the door opens, and I hurry inside before locking it with a cheer of victory. Luck is on my side after all!

Doing my business has never felt so good, and as I wash my hands, I make use of the water to arrange my hair a little, as well as rinsing my face. I should be glad that I don’t look any worse, I doubt I’ll be taking a shower before the end of the day. We’ll be going to the beach anyway.

Wasn’t I wearing a pyjama last night? I ask myself after a moment of silence. I stare down at my cozy outfit, then shrug. Knowing them, they were more than respectful and only wanted to make me more comfortable.

Once done with what little I could do here, I leave the bathroom and begin my search to find the others in the shop. They can’t have gone back to the car already, right?

I search the first aisle, then the second where I finally find Jimin standing by a display of cookies looking undecided. I join him in silence, eyes taking in the different flavours and wondering why he’s hesitating when he could have them all instead.

“They all look good, I can’t choose which one I want” he mumbles after a while of pondering, and I hum before grabbing the biggest bag with the tongs. He watches as I get a few of each, which would leave us with… twenty or so cookies for the road. That should be good enough.

Jimin gapes as I put the tongs back where they were, bag closing with a satisfied nod of the head before I head for the counter to pay. As I remember only now that I don’t have my wallet with me, it is good that I find Seokjin at the cash register right as he is about to pay for his selections.

The Moon Goddess is on my side yet again, it seems. I make a run for it, drop the bag next to the other stuff my pack alpha got, then grin confidently when he eyes me with a raised brow, Jimin close behind with a sheepish look on his face.

“I don’t have my wallet, please pay for the cookies” is all I say, and he sighs before having the man weigh the bag to add to the receipt. I knew I could count on him.

I kiss his cheek as a thank you, which has his soul swooning with an endeared smile, and as soon as it’s scanned, I grab the bag back, then proudly give it to a stunned Jimin before going out for the car where Namjoon has joined Yoongi after getting the desired coffees.

I get back in the middle seat and wear my seatbelt under their curious staring, feeling rejuvenated already, headache an old memory thanks to the drink Jimin gave me earlier. It was bitter, but it works very well.

When everyone comes back and we resume our road trip, I remain chirpy for a good ten minutes before I fall back asleep, head resting on the strong beta’s shoulder, but hand held by the sweet omega.

Jimin’s POV

“Well… that was cute” Jin muses after finishing one of the cookies I gave him, since he paid in the end. I tried to pay him back for them, but he simply waved a hand and said it was no big deal, leaving me unsettled, although grateful.

I still have no idea what happened back there. Y/N appeared by my side all of a sudden, took all the cookies in the display, then made the pack alpha pay before giving me the bag, looking all pleased with herself as she went back to the car.

Now she’s fast asleep, her soft snores covered by the music on the radio while a good ambiance remains in the vehicle.

Yoongi adds with a small, pleased smile, “I think this trip will be good for her, maybe this change of air was what she needed to break out of her dormance. This felt a lot closer to the real Y/N that we have yet to truly get to know, but then again, it’s possible that she was only like this because of yesterday. Maybe she’s trying to make up for the scare she gave her omega, it’s hard to tell”.

He sighs at the end, he doesn’t like that he doesn’t know.

I look down at Y/N’s hand between my own, fingers softly caressing her knuckles and finding there a skin so soft. They’ve known her for longer than I have, Seokjin and Yoongi, yet it seems like they know just as little about her as Namjoon and I.

They know of her life story, but they don’t know about the Y/N who experienced that life. Seeing them so confused about what she shows of herself tells me that she has yet to show who she truly is to the world and that’s… sad.

Is what she showed us before falling asleep part of the real her? Or was that her fitting into a specific persona she was conditioned to use to convince me that she is what I need? That she can be the perfect alpha she believes every omegas need?

It really is hard to tell.

“There’s no point thinking about it now” Namjoon says after a moment of reflection. “What if she also doesn’t know yet what kind of person she is? Won’t she try different things until some feel closer to what she wants of herself? Let’s observe as she discovers who she is, and we too shall learn about her in the process”.

“Wise words as always” Seokjin muses softly as he gazes at the outside world that feels like an other universe from ours. It’s quite the strange feeling, like this car is a protection from what happened, and what has yet to happen.

I hope we get to have a very good time this weekend, all of us.

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I ended up sleeping some more on the way to the hotel, and only woke up to the pack alpha gently shaking me awake after we made it to destination while Namjoon took care of helping a wobbly Y/N out of the car.

Contrasting heavily from earlier, she looks more unresponsive this time as we reach the suite they reserved at a slow pace, every bags in our hands while the beta guides her with tender murmurs and a warm hand to her back and arm.

Entering inside the apartment-like suite happens without a hitch, and as she ends up sitting by the window of our top floor to blankly stare at where the beach awaits us further down the street, we try to put away our luggage so that they won’t get in the way while we move about the place.

Yoongi smiles lightly when he sees me staring at her with concern, and he too gazes at her with a soft sigh. “It happens, sometimes. It’s like… her body can’t bear to feel anymore, so she disconnects for a while. I’m sorry that you’re seeing her in this state, Jimin. You’ve gone through a lot since last night”.

I shake my head as I set my bag on the side of the dresser. “I’ve gone through a lot less than her, that much I can tell. Is there no way to help her?”.

Seokjin hums lightly as he joins us in staring at her while Namjoon seems to have gone to the bathroom. “We’ve tried everything we could think of, but nothing worked so far. That’s why we want her to meet a therapist, and why we will, too. We’re not knowledgeable about her type of trauma”.

I make a soft sound, I think it’s very kind of them to seek that kind of help for her, with her. Looking out at the bright outside sun, I purse my lips before staring at the two alphas again. “Would you mind if I tried to take her out to the garden in the backyard on my own?”.

Surprised by my request, Seokjin and Yoongi share a curious look before nodding at me.

“As long as you two remain nearby, I don’t see why not. Call us if anything happens and we’ll be there in a heartbeat. In… let’s say an hour, we can meet back here for lunch and then be on our way to the beach, considering that her state has gotten better by then”.

Spurred on by their authorization, I slowly make my way to where Y/N is sat, teeth nibbling on my bottom lip until I reach her side. I squat down to her level, head tilted slightly to the left as I try to catch her gaze.

Y/N’s eyes… it’s like they have no glow in them right now, like they don’t have that spark of life anymore. I really want to make them shine again.

Taking her hand in mine, I gently pull until she stands with me, but it’s like a mechanic doll who does anything I want of it. It’s an unsettling feeling, although it also makes me feel that much more determined to make this outing into a success, by any means possible.

“Come with me, alpha, let’s go look at the flowers” I muse softly before pulling her along with me, a small smile to the alphas on the way, and then to Namjoon as he steps out of the bathroom looking like he heard everything that was said between us.

He pats my head softly, then Y/N’s before joining Yoongi and Seokjin, and we leave into the hallway after I’ve grabbed one of the two room cards.

The way down to the main hall happens without a single word uttered, her fingers soft between my own, only broken by the occasional squeeze, as if she’s trying to break out of her daze but can’t find the strength yet.

I can’t help but gaze at her as we near the entrance made of tall windows, the golden sun falling over her looking like a blanket of fire. She looks so beautiful, even like this. But more than anything, I want to see her smile even more, or at the very least, I want her to look at me and see me.

I bring her outside to the garden we walked past earlier, every steps we take leading us towards a calm corner where not many people are found as to not make us too uncomfortable. Humans have never been much of a problem to me, but other wolves can be scary sometimes, especially unmated alphas.

In that sense, I do understand how Y/N feels towards abusive wolves, we simply haven’t experienced that abuse from the same second gender.

Once we’ve reached a nice spot filled with enchanting and fragrant flowers, I slow down to have a look at them with a sense of satisfaction within me, then turn my gaze in her direction to see if she’s reacting to them the slightest bit.

Her eyes are downcast on the closest hues of red and pink, and she blinks slowly, her scent of rosemary melting into the aroma of the garden like she always belonged in a place like here. Looking at her amidst all those colours… she does belong, I observe.

As the queen, the most beautiful queen.

“Look how pretty they are, alpha” I murmur as I point at some other flowers a bit further from where we’re standing, hoping to get a reaction out of her. Her eyes shift to where I’m pointing at a little faster than a second ago, and that glint wavers softly into her gentle orbs.

Her fingers twitch, and her next inhale has her shoulders rising high before falling just as softly.

Slowly, one breath after the next, she comes back to me.

A first crease of her eyes, and then her fingers intertwining properly between mine instead of hanging limply within my hold. I smile in relief when she turns her gaze to me, and it surprisingly feels so natural when I caress her hair with a tenderness that I feel she craves for.

“There you are, my alpha” I say softly, heart melting in ways I didn’t know possible when her face shifts into adoration, like the me she sees right now is worth worshipping. It makes me feel shy, yet proud at the same time.

“Jimin”.

The way she says my name sounds like velvet to my ears, a caramel tone to it that makes my insides into goo. Her pheromones push out then, pleased and almost praising as they wrap around me, coiling around my skin and into my heart like the most gentle vine.

I want nothing more than to lose myself in her warmth when she makes me feel this way, like I am something precious and worth loving, so when she sits down in the grass between all the flowers, only to open her arms next? I am kneeling so fast.

She chuckles at the sight, then carefully pulls me over her lap at my hopeful expression, my head pushed against her pulsing scent gland and her arms wrapped around me like she means to cradle me directly into her soul until the end of eternity.

This peace… I wish it would last forever, I find myself thinking as I close my eyes.

A kiss pressed onto my temple, and a purr begins to seep out of my chest. “Jimin” she repeats again, herself beginning to rumble like a very contented alpha. “So kind, soft and caring. So forgiving” she muses, peppering kisses over my hair and nape with every words she utters.

Chills course through me at her every touch, my scent of strawberry cake fluffing up with every passing seconds. So this is what it feels like to be held my a mate, by an alpha. This is what it feels like to be loved and cared for.

“Are you feeling better?” I ask without moving from my comfortable spot, nose pressed against her throat and loving every push of her scent. She smells like she’s feeling better, but alphas are known to be able to modify their pheromones despite their emotional state so it’s hard to tell.

Another kiss onto the shell of my ear, which causes shivers to break across my spine, and I release a shaky exhale. Every kisses of hers feel like they are leaving behind marks of their own, both inner and outer marks that will forever decorate my skin.

“Much better, thanks to you”.

I relax into her hold, hearing that I could help her as I wanted… it feels good. “Such a good omega” she adds with another tender kiss to the same spot over my ear, loving the reaction she can produce in doing so. It’s almost embarrassing, but it feels so right that I can’t bear to pull away.

I can tell that caring for me like this is also helping her to heal from all that her body and soul endured recently, her purrs turning louder as she begins to rub her cheek over the crown of my head, so loud that I can’t hear my own anymore. It’s enough to pull me into a daze, a safe headspace for cuddles.

“You make me feel like…” she starts speaking again before pausing, her mind trying to gather her thoughts to better convey what she wants to say. I rub my nose over her throat in languid strokes, hoping in doing so to ease her nerves.

“It’s strange. You don’t make me feel bad for not being at my best. My parents used to get mad at me whenever I showed the slightest sign of weakness. I thought every omegas would react the same, but you… you cared enough to show me patience and forgiveness. You brought me to the garden because you wanted to make me feel better, you held my hand and spoke softly instead of scolding me for not being… what I should be”.

Her words break my heart down to its roots. Hearing that she used to be scolded for not being perfection, and that she expected it from me, it hurts deeply. No one who is alive and living can be perfect.

To be perfect… one has to be without soul, without heart, without dreams and without feelings. Dolls are perfect, but not breathing, living beings.

“I only did what I thought was right” I say with a soft hum, arms meeting around her back to soothe her. “I wanted my alpha to be happy. I wanted you to look at me and smile. Said like that… it sounds selfish, but I just wanted that spark of life back in your eyes”.

“That’s not selfish” she counters, rosemary dancing softly around us like a free spirit.

“Sometimes… it’s like my consciousness gets pulled out of my body. Everything turns into a blurry, dizzying dream and I can’t get out anymore. But your scent… it kept guiding me closer to the surface, instead of away from it. Your touch… warmed and reassured me, instead of hurting. You made it safe for me to come back”.

A lump forms in my throat at her sincere words, tears rising in my eyes despite my trying to swallow them down. I made it safe for her to come back? She caresses my back at the shift in my scent, a soft hum past her lips.

“You aren’t selfish for wanting me to see you, to smile at you. You are kind, because to get to that result, you were ready to bring me to a place that you thought would make me feel good enough to make that sensation of peace rise within me. You didn’t want a fake smile, you wanted a real one. You needed your alpha happy so that you yourself could be happy. That’s how kind you are, Jimin”.

My tears slide down my cheeks and over the warm skin of her neck, and she hushes softly while hugging me tighter to her.

I’m so glad. What she said… it’s true. I really can only be happy if she is. I wasn’t going to let anything stop me until I could find that pretty smile on her lips again, or at least that warmth back in her eyes. She saw all of that so easily.

“Such a sweet omega you are” she muses at my quiet sniffles. “So good to me. I can’t promise you that I will always be the best alpha for you, but I promise to try my best every time the sun rises again. I might fail at times, maybe it will happen often, but I will always try to get better for your sake”.

I shake my head slowly, hand raised to wipe my face before I pull back slightly to gaze at her, the wet sheen in my eyes reflected in her own. “Not for me. Do it for you, Y/N” I correct her, jaw held tight because otherwise, I think my chin might begin to quiver.

“Don’t be better for anyone but yourself. If one day, you wake up feeling like being good to yourself includes not being the alpha that you feel I need, that’s totally fine. I can take you in my arms then, just like you held me, and keep telling you that it’s fine to be not the alpha, but just Y/N. We can become wolves without second genders for a time when it gets too difficult to exist, anytime you need”.

It’s her turn to shed tears as I speak, the look on her face speaking volumes of how she feels about my sweet promise, and my turn to hug her close, with her head in my neck and my arms tightly wrapped around her.

Together, we cry softly, our healing pain accompanied by the rustling of the wind in the flowers, and their hues sending messages of love through every senses allowed to us.

Unbeknownst to us, three wolves look and listen from afar, eyes glistening with hundreds of emotions as their chests overfill with pride, heartache and love. None could have predicted how beautiful this pack of ours would be as days pass, and souls unite.

This is the journey of healing, and nothing less.

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