I recently started reading about werewolf stiles and I was wondering if you could do a werewolf stiles x male reader, please and thank you
Werewolf Stiles Stilinski x male reader
Headcanon
Ive never read too many werewolf Stiles fics, as I mainly read Spark Stiles stuff, but its an interesting idea, so I hope you enjoy this.
It’s been a while since I watched the show, so there might be parts about werewolf culture I forgot.
There are many ways Stiles could have been bitten, but lets assume its later on after everything with the Nogitsune and the chimeras. Its most likely Scott that bites him to save his life or something like that.
Because he killed people as the Nogitsune, and maybe other times I can’t remember, he would have blue eyes instead of yellow. Since he has so much experience with other people being bitten, he’s probably more on top of his own transformation.
If it was in the show, there would probably be a whole plot about Stiles becoming something else when he was bitten, because its Stiles, why wouldn’t he. But let’s just say the transformation went as it was meant to go.
Hes still is loud sassy self, but with a lot more wolf and dog jokes. You have to expect to hear the joke about you putting him in a collar at least once a week, or making him sleep in the doghouse.
Stiles struggles with his new urges and senses for a while, especially how much how loves your scent and can’t seem to get enough of you. Even before his bite, Stiles was a clingy lover, but afterwards it gets even worse.
He doesn’t even seem to notice he does it. Stiles will hang out at your place and splay across your bed, burying his face into your sheets and pillow and roll around. Or you go to his place, where he absentmindedly makes you wear his clothes to get his scent on you.
Stiles notices how he wants you provide for you more, it starts out small like bringing you small snacks or letting you borrow his jacket, but it becomes bringing you a whole ass deer after a full moon, much to the pack’s entertainment.
You are his person, if that makes sense. If he’s losing himself during a shift, he thinks about you to get himself back under control. Just the idea of hurting you makes his entire body and soul ache, and it’s the last thing he would ever want to do.
That might also result in Stiles hiding away from you the days before a full moon, just in case, as his needs and urges get stronger and stronger. Let’s just say he’s had to buy a lot of new pants as his claws keep tearing holes in his usual ones, as he has to grip his thigh from doing anything.
Has caught himself almost biting you on multiple occasions, like if you guys are cuddling or getting a little more intimate and Stiles finds himself scraping his teeth across your neck. His instincts howl for him to bite and mark you, but he’s so terrified of the idea that he almost falls out of the bed.
Stiles being Stiles would bury himself in research to try and understand why his urges are so God damn strong, as other wolves he’s met haven’t been so bad when it comes to their lover.
He ends up having to tuck his tail between his legs and go to other members of the pack with more experience, most likely Derek, or Peter, as his research doesn’t end up with much.
Peter would have a good laugh at his situation, and Derek would just raise a brow with a small “huh, makes sense” much to Stiles’s annoyance. He ends up getting the werewolf version of the birds and the bees, and the whole talk about true mates, and he ends up sitting in his car just thinking this all sounds like one of those trashy werewolf romance books.
Assuming you are an average human, it would take a bit for Stiles to tell you, and you probably have to force it out of him cuz he’s avoiding you. Stiles again being Stiles, would feel like he doesn’t deserve you or that you can do so much better, so he doesn’t wanna force a bond on you.
He needs reassurance that you still love him, especially after he’s become a werewolf. After a long talk, Stiles returns to his lovable clingy self, but he won’t allow himself to bond you until you guys get older, even though he truly wants too.
I can imagine it gets so bad that he wears something like a tooth guard so he can’t accidentally bite your neck in the heat of the moment, cuz he wants you both to build your careers or educations before you get “wolf married” as he calls it.
During a full moon, he also always finds himself by your place, be it crawling in through your window or just hovering in the shadows nearby. You gets used to the feeling of him watching you when he’s wolfed out, and you’ll easily find his glowing blue eyes when you learn where to look.
Like I said earlier, a scent beast. You’ll cat him snuffling and sniffing you on the regular, and it probably reaches the point he can smell the changes in your hormones, so if you ever feel a little hot under the collar you just know he’s gonna smell it too.
After being bitten he also gets more comfortable with his body and appearance, since running around during the full moon ends with him naked more times than he doesn’t. The bite also made him muscle up, at least somewhat, which he appreciates too.
When his old flannels don’t fit on him anymore cuz of the sudden growth spurt, he gives them all to you to wear or do with as you please. If they fit, that’s the easiest way to make him buckle for you.
All in all, he’s still as much of a sweetheart as if he wasn’t a werewolf, now he just has a lot of new urges and instincts that catch him off guard every now and then. Stiles would always carry some guilt for mixing you deeper into the supernatural world, even if you were already part of it, but he also can’t ever imagine living without you.
So, make sure to reassure him that you love him and will stay by his side. If you end up some kind of supernatural being too, the guilt lessens, but its Stiles were talking about, he’s always got some kind of thing going on.
Not that you need to read any of that to get it because this skips ahead after the Vecna battle, Steve uses a pack mating bond to save Eddie and all you need to know past that is there is like, romance novel type werewolves (not A/B/O) and also Alexi’s alive.
Steve’s wolf has always accepted Hopper as a father figure, allowing the older man’s pack to slot easily over Steve’s larger one due to the bonds both the children involved have with their parents, and how the overwhelming majority of his pack views Hopper as a trusted, beloved elder.
Absolutely, Steve is their Alpha, the wolf in charge of their Pack. There is no question there, no argument (particularly since the children’s original pack had all but harassed Steve into taking up the role) but as does happen with werewolves, the human and wolf halves mixed to create sort of in between, combined culture. Within it, parental figures can easily hold ties to their own children, no matter if they were in different packs.
Not that things still didn’t end in bloody fights, but as with most things, werewolves had, at large, contingencies in place to prevent dominance fights in modern times.
Steve had always respected that, respected Hopper, more so than any other adult he knew beyond perhaps Joyce.
A fact that made this display all the more startling.
“Hopper.”
The words crackle with power, werewolf dominance and pack magic flooding the kitchen.
Murray sucked in a breath while Alexi outright shuddered, more affected by it than Eddie and Hopper. The latter two still look over in surprise as Steve stalks in.
The movement is predatory, almost inhuman, and no one needed to see Steve’s gold eyes to figure out that it was his wolf in control.
He moved fast, faster than he should be with his injuries, to come to rest with his back in front of Eddie. It’s an aggressive, protective, stance, fury rolling off him in waves along with the blatant display of pack magic.
“Why are you harassing my mate?” Steve outright snarled, and there is not a person in the room who has ever heard him sound so unfriendly.
For a moment everyone freezes.
“I’m making sure Eddie knows what’s important.” Hopper responded after a long moment. “--for the safety of both our packs.”
He’s holding his stare, looking Steve straight in the eyes.
Challenging him.
It’s the wrong move.
Murray shifted slightly in front of Alexi, both their heads ping-ponging between Steve and Hopper.
Eddie himself sucked in a quiet breath but tries to keep his own emotions down-the last thing they need is Steve and Hopper have a blowout fight in the kitchen.
Not when Steve’s wolf was in charge.
Steve Harrington the human fought only to inconvenience. He lost fights due to the fact that he didn’t want to permanently harm the people he often fought against. He hated killing, refused to physically punish his packmates in the style many traditional werewolves preferred, and as a whole let even the most submissive of his pack boss him around.
Steve Harrington the wolf fought to kill.
No hesitation, no pulled punches.
Just death.
The noise that ripped its way out of Steve’s chest is inhuman. “Eddie is mine. You have no right to him, or to question my decisions.”
The way his wolf speaks is strangely formal, almost royal. Not the choked, half-formed sentences many wolves speak in when taking over in human form, wolf understanding incompatible with human languages.
He doesn’t have to see Steve’s eyes to see the warning in them. “You’ve overstepped.”
“It’s okay.” Eddie said quietly, trying to head this off before it gets worse. It’s his fault, he realizes with horror, that Steve is out here now. He had been the one to lose control, to tease and taunt Hopper as was his usual defense when being read the riot act.
It was second nature to him, a layer of defense. Words couldn’t hurt if he didn’t let him. People wouldn’t betray him if he forced their intentions towards him out in the open.
Except this was Chief Jim Hopper, legendary Hawkins hero and father figure to the vast majority of his shiny new pack.
Including the man who had decided that someone as worthless as Eddie was worth claiming as his mate.
He’d let his emotions get the better of him, goaded Hopper into saying shit that frankly, wasn’t even close to the worst that had ever been thrown at him, even before the entire satanist-cult-murderer business.
Got his own stupid feelings hurt in the process, because he somehow had led himself to believe this adult, the fucking Chief of Police, who was well acquainted with his shitty parents and had arrested Eddie himself on a half-dozen occasions for everything ranging from petty theft to selling drugs, and who had been stuck in a Russian prison and fighting away from Eddie entirely, would believe that he was a good addition for Steve’s pack.
The same pack his daughter was in (and if looks were to go by, his step-sons as well.)
Nevermind all the children he’d been defending from this bullshit for ages.
“Steve, it’s okay.” He stresses, hesitantly reaching out to put a hand on his mate’s shoulder.
The younger wolf doesn’t acknowledge him.
Hopper’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of his wolf’s green starting to show around his pupils.
“Think it’s time we all cool off. Maybe not have a pissing match in Joyce’s kitchen?” Murray’s voice is uncharacteristically devoid of its usual crazed energy, but Eddie’s got to give the man points for trying.
The dude’s a weird one, in a way that Eddie almost feels a strange kinship with. Unlike Murray though, Eddie’s got a dominant streak in him that makes him do more than just taunt and poke. It makes him strut, flaunt, throw things in people’s faces.
Murray is smart enough to not give in to that half of himself-or perhaps, simply doesn’t have that same need to display his dominance in new and confounding ways.
“Shut up Murray.” Is Hopper’s reply, voice hard.
Steve manages to tense even further, muscles in his arms and neck flexing to make themselves known. For a moment his fingers blur in and out-Eddie catches the movement and tugs hard at Steve's shirt.
Somehow he knows that If Steve shifts at all, even just to get his claws out, it’s game over.
There won’t be any going back once they fight. Not when they're like this. Not when Steve’s told him that Hopper and Steve have never fought before, and the kids are thankful for it. The dynamic the two packs have, the familiar bond between them keeping the peace-they need that.
Tears try to burn their way out of Eddie as he once again finds himself on the edge of ruining everything for everyone else around him.
‘Maybe I am the devil,’ He thought hysterically, ‘--set here on earth to destroy everything around me.’
Hopper spotted the collection of power as it shifted down to Steve’s hands. His back straightened, shoulders going tense and Eddie knows he’s about to step forward, is trying desperately to figure out a way to stop this, when Jonathan bumbles dead into their midst.
He’s sleepy, hair a mess, sweatpants riding low on his hips and shirt slightly off one shoulder. The calmness that comes with him is the kind only an Omega wolf can pull, blanketing over the building anger in Hopper and blatant rage from Steve.
“Mornin.” He mumbled, before he opened his mouth in a yawn, lazily opening a cabinet next to Steve and Eddie. He pulls out a cup, fills it with water, movements slow and deliberate.
Eddie’s eyes go wide.
This is their pack Omega. Sure okay, he was one of their best fighters according to literally everyone else (not that Eddie would know, he hasn’t been around the guy long enough to tell much about him) but the fact remained: Omega’s were rare. Precious.
Protected.
And he was putting himself directly in harm’s way.
“Byers.” He managed to get the warning out, voice half strangled.
Hopper’s eyes snap to Eddie, a wave of protectiveness flowing forward in that sort of scent/magic/posture/positioning way their wolf halves spoke to one another.
It was a response clearly made over Jonathan, which definitely meant that dating or not, he’d decided to consider the kid a one of his own.
Steve shortly came to the exact same conclusion and as expected, considering the elder-Byers was his Pack’s Omega, reacted poorly.
Very poorly.
Power took visible form, cackling outwards from his eyes and down around his hands, dancing across his fingers. The blur was back, not quite yet shifting fingernails into claws but it was a close thing.
Hopper raised his lips in a snarl, fangs already formed. Eddie felt panic rise fast within him, hand still clutching Steve’s shirt. Watched as Murray shoved Alexi further back into the wall, in preparation of getting the more submissive wolf out of the way and Jonathan-
Jonathan fucking sighed, before dropping his entire body weight against Steve, leaning on him while preventing any movement form either angry Alpha for risk of hitting him if they fought.
One again, every single person in the room froze.
Byers took a noisey sip of water before raising his eyes to stare to the left of Hopper’s.
“Could we not do this today?” He said quietly, that Omega calmness solidifying into a blanket-like feeling.
There was a moment so tense Eddie could taste it, before Steve’s wolf released the power he’d drawn, the visible electric-like energy easing before disappearing entirely.
“Everyone is still nursing injuries and I kinda think the kids would prefer a day where they didn’t have to see blood everywhere.” He continued, soft voice sounding annoyed.
Eddie could feel the undercurrent of Jonathan’s own abilities pulsing outwards. Soothing things over, easing bloodlust and anger both.
His head rolled, eyes flicking from Hopper to Steve. “And personally, I’d like to go back to bed with my packmates.”
Over the Pack-Bond he added, ::Who shouldn’t be out of bed with their injuries.::
It was a fond chastisement that in any other scenario would have made Eddie smile.
Hopper opened his mouth, only to be beaten when another voice jumped into the fray.
Joyce Byers, mother figure of Steve’s pack and second in command of Hopper’s (if not currently his mate, Eddie was very unclear on that dynamic) strode into the kitchen, hands on her hips.
“What is happening here?” She demanded, her own Omega abilities matching smoothly with Jonathan’s as she came to stand in between Steve and Hopper.
Eddie had met her a few more times than he had Hopper, enough to know that the Byer’s ability to churn out Omega’s was particularly strong considering Joyce was also one.
Will hadn’t taken on any similar abilities, not yet, but the kid was extremely submissive in nature and there was a going bet about it being just a matter of time before he too, came up as an Omega wolf.
Joyce took in the scene in her kitchen with narrowed eyes. They landed on her eldest son for a moment, the two of them no doubt communicating silently in that way parents and kids often did, before she continued.
“Hopper, why are you cornering three of my kids?” She demanded, rounding on her pack leader..
Eddie damn near fell into Steve at the words, he flinched so hard.
Apparently, the claim startled Hopper too. “I-” He began but Joyce flickered her hand out, cutting him off.
“Are you seriously trying to start a fight in my kitchen? Barely a few days after all the-the crazy shit happened!?” Her voice raised in pitch, her own anger joining the fray, but unlike other werewolves, Joyce’s had the distinct ability to make everyone involved feel deeply, deeply ashamed.
Eddie certainly did, for starting this whole mess.
‘You knew you weren’t good enough for them.’ His inner voice whispered. ‘You should have done more to convince them you were nothing but a fucking mess. They never should have allowed you to join their pack.’
“I’m trying to be a good parent here, Joyce.” Hopper grit out but it was aimed entirely at her, his attention falling away from Steve. “I have arrested Munson more times than I can count, and while it’s one thing to give the kid a pass now and then it’s another when the kids are involved!”
Jonathan sighed as the two began to bicker, Joyce physically advancing on Hopper with a wagging finger.
“I cannot believe you’d be this stupid-!” She was saying, and though it was aimed at the older man she might as well have said it to Eddie too.
He’d been stupid.
So fucking stupid.
“Mate.” Steve said firmly, making him flinch again and Joyce pause. “Whatever he said to you isn’t true.”
It was spoken to Hopper, though Eddie realized instantly after watching Joyce’s face darken in realization that it wasn’t said just for the Chief to hear.
Stve’s wolf apparently, was just as cunning as his human half was.
Their Alpha turned slowly, letting Jonathan fall gently into his chest before the other man righted himself, the two of them shielding Eddie with their bodies as Steve put his hands on either side of Eddie’s hips, palms flat on the counter.
“None of it is true.” He repeated firmly, wolf gold staring directly at him.
Eddie gulped, looked away.
“Okay.” He whispered, when it was clear Steve’s wolf wanted an answer.
He could tell he was being scrutinized. Figured if he cried now, hed’ ruin all the peace Jonathan and Joyce had just brought them.
So he cleared his throat, and mumbled a second time, “Okay.”
That seemed to satisfy.
“Guys, seriously.” Jonathan complained, leaning into their space slightly, pushing that quiet calm forward. “Can we go back to bed now?”
Steve huffed. In a very uncharacteristic gesture, he leaned across Eddie’s lap to press a chaste kiss to Jonathan’s cheek. It was probably the closest thing a human had to a wolf’s lick, intention wise, which was the only potential reason behind it Eddie’s brain could come up with before it damn near stalled out at the sight.
“Come, Mate. Our Omega wants to sleep.” Steve gently pulled Eddie off the counter, the other boy’s breath whooshing out in surprise. Eddie barely caught the blush that inflamed Jonathan’s face before as he was pulled right into Steve’s broad chest.
Did definitely catch the way Steve curled one arm possessively around his waist, before reaching out to touch Byer’s arm for no reason Eddie could figure out. He positioned him so that Eddie was between the two younger wolves, Jonathan closest to his mother and Hopper, the arm wrapped around him never leaving (and likely there in case Steve needed to pull him out of the way, behind him.)
“Go back to bed kids.” Joyce called over her shoulder, giving the three of them a gentle, mothering smile, one finger pressed firmly into Hopper’s chest as if to hold him still. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Okay mom.” Jonathan mumbled, and yup, his face was positively burning.
Eddie tucked that reaction away for later, as Steve and Jonathan both started forward, tugging him along between them.
They didn’t even make it all the way down the hall before the argument between Joyce and Hopper resumed, in a kind of hushed yelling that said they were trying to be quiet and not quite succeeding.
“What on earth possessed you-” was the starting words from Joyce at the same time Hopper whisper-shouted;
Jonathan and Steve led him back to Jonathan’s room. A handful of the kids were holed up across the hallway in Will’s, the door firmly closed.
Superior werewolf senses let Eddie hear the light snoring coming from within, showing they at least had managed to keep the fight from the kids who were here, and found himself grateful that their group had chosen to split between the Pack’s two dens.
Meaning Robin and Nancy weren’t here at least, to see him fall apart.
Personally he’d prefer it if Jonathan and Steve weren’t either, but then, he had yet to manage not to shatter into pieces around his mate.
Apparently causing problems wasn’t the only thing he was cursed to keep repeating.
Steve walked them all to Jonathan’s bed like it was his own, door swinging closed behind him. He insisted Jonathan get in bed first with a gentle push, putting him closest to the wall.
He nudged Eddie in next, the metalhead climbing in silently, trying to ignore the awkwardness of sharing a close space with a packmate he barely knew.
Jonathan looked downright shy for a moment, averting his gaze as Eddie laid down next to him. That was sure to go away soon given both their Pack status and the fact there was zero space in this bed, though Eddie was struggling to recall much of Jonathan from their high school days..
What he did remember spoke to the elder-Byer’s just being the shy and quiet type in general.
It was only awkward for the moment it took Steve to drop down next to him on hands and knees, the man physically scooting Eddie closer to Jonathan which startled noises out of them both.
Steve apparently, wasn’t done just yet. He moved to hover over Eddie, their chests touching, as he pressed his forehead against Jonathan’s, eyes lidded.
“Thank you, Omega.” He said a painful amount of honesty in his voice. Jonathan hummed in response, sliding his own eyes closed as he relaxed down into the pillows under him.
Steve pulled back, gold eyes moving to look into Eddie’s own. “You belong with us. Here.” He said, the wolf speaking plainer than Steve the human over would.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s forehead for a moment too, before swiftly turning the gesture in a deep, quick kiss.
“You are ours.” He continued when he pulled up, and now it was Eddie’s turn to blush horribly. “Now, we sleep.”
Then he fucking curled into Eddie’s side like he hadn’t just embarrassed the hell out of two of his packmates, sleep claiming him near instantly.
Not surprising considering his wounds, and the pack magic he had to have pulled to not only remain upright but threatening, but Eddie still wanted to groan about it, emotions rubbed raw by the morning's activities.
“That’s Steve for you.” Jonathan whispered in Eddie’s ear, though he refused to look at him when Eddie turned towards him. “Welcome to the team, Munson.”
“Thanks.” Eddie responded automatically. “I think.”
Jonathan laughed gently, breaking the awkward tension between them enough to allow both to slowly, quietly, drift to sleep.
BTS scenario: Yoongi finds you after 1,871 days (3)
Summary: It takes 1,871 days for Yoongi to find you. Five years, one month, and four days. He’s turned over every house in your village, every pack in your province, and chased your family to every distant home you have before arriving to a quaint apartment in the middle of Seoul.
Warnings/Notes: The continuation to Yoongi’s part in this scenario drabble. Please read because it might not sense if you don’t lol. No warnings as of now.
NCT characters will come in. Slight one-sided Taeyong x reader. This is a transition chapter for the next chapter (THE CHALLENGE!!) so it might not be as juicy as the previous chapters, bear with me.
Word Count: 1,610+ words
READ PART ONE HERE
READ PART TWO HERE
“Get up.”
Squinting, you stare up at Ten’s strict form from your place on the ground where you’d rolled after receiving one of his kicks. He looks fucking impeccable, no hair out of place, and here you are, gasping for breath.
Without answering, you pick yourself up, tasting the blood in your mouth from the kick he delivered to your face. Spitting it out, you level him with a glare, gingerly touching your ribs.
Ten narrows his eyes at you, surveying you from head to toe. “Fix your form - try not to get hit this time.”
He comes at you quick, arms light and close to his body, not an ounce of energy wasted. His left foot sweeps under you, nearly sending your sprawling to the ground again. Thinking fast, you jump back, feeling your muscles protest at each of your movements.
Gritting your teeth, you dart forward, going low. You catch Ten just before he springs up, arms around his waist, using your weight to propel both of you to the ground.
You have a better shot at beating the shit out of him in the dirt than upright.
Ten beats at your back, fists first then his elbows, but you hold tight before straddling him with your legs and using your central force to keep him down. You gather your strength to your arms, swinging precisely—
“You—“
“Hey! Lunch is ready!” Taeyong calls from behind you, and that’s enough to break your focus. Ten drives the heel of his hand up your nose, effectively breaking it. You roll away, barely even flinching at the pain and determinedly set your bone with a resounding crack.
Ten looks at you, a little ruffled, with a tiny smirk on his face. “Good choice going low, but that won’t work with a bigger opponent.”
You roll your eyes and turn to the direction of Taeyong’s voice. He’s at the veranda, complete with snacks and refreshments.
“Thanks for the tip. And the broken nose.”
Ten shrugs, “It’s not over ’til someone’s incapacitated or dead. Alphas don’t fight fair - especially with their pride on the line. You’ll do well to remember that.”
The arrival of the small contingent of the Wong pack of Taiwan increased the tension in your small town. Your declaration in the elders’ chamber was met with both surprise and suspicion but you stood unshaken, answering each and every one of their questions - all seemingly surface questions that gauge just how much you’re willing to divulge.
And the answer to that question is — none.
You’ll play your hand when needed. The Wong pack owes you a favor and it’s time to cash it in.
Having caught them early, slipping from your town to the airport, you quickly explain the situation in the van you rented.
“You told them you’re taking him as your mate?”
For a moment, Ten’s deadpan voice got you nervous but then, he laughs - loudly, filling the van with his cackling. You keep silent, your eyes set on the road, missing the barely held-in laughter of the rest of the contingent. At the back, you completely miss Taeyong’s red ears.
You clear your throat before glancing at the rearview mirror, Johnny, the pack alpha looks back at you with a deceptively teasing smile.
“I’m taking this is the payment you’re asking us?” Johnny asked, already knowing the answer. His question acknowledges the big favor you’ve bestowed on them years ago - a favor that no one but you, Johnny, and Taeyong know about.
There’s no beating around the bush. “Yes, but—“
The red light comes at the perfect time and you turn around. Everybody left the shotgun seat alone and you low-key think that it’s Haechan’s idea to turn you into a Uber driver but whatever. Johnny sits right behind you, beside his right-hand, Ten, while Doyoung and Yuta flank Taeyong at the very back seat.
“—it’s doesn’t have to be real.”
“Oof, ouch.” Yuta murmurs, snickering while Taeyong elbows him shut.
“The elders were -are- on my back trying to get my child join the omega’s pack—“
“— isn’t that Youngho’s father’s pack?” Doyoung asks, every curious and vigilant - if not a little too direct.
You nod and in an effort to keep it short, you don’t provide a long explanation. “I already have a feeling that they’re wishing me to lose the challenge. Our town’s traditional to a fault and raising an omega - a male, at that- without any omega influence is at some degree - a crime.”
Another point against me, you don’t say.
“And I don’t want to give them any more ammunition than they already have.”
To sell the lie, the Wong pack collectively decided for Taeyong to stay at your house while the others rent out a whole inn. (“We have to establish the strength of your support,” Johnny said, winking.) After an awkward meal and a half with some suspicious stares from your perceptive parents, overpowered by Yongho’s excitement at his favorite uncle’s arrival, you and Taeyong finally got time for yourselves.
And in an effort to sell the lie further, you two are now facing each other, cramped in your younger self’s bed. The same bed Yoongi left you in.
Taeyong looks at you with big round eyes and an understanding smile, “You don’t have to look like you committed a crime.” He laughs. “This is not a suffering for me.”
You blink yourself out of old memories and shake your head. The nearer the day of the challenge comes, the heavier you feel. There are lots of things that can go wrong - you can lose, you can die, and your child will go to an omega who you’re sure will erase you from your child’s memories, all the while being supported by the pack you grew up in.
And in the middle of it all, is Yoongi.
Yoongi whose place in it all is still unknown to you. It’s as if the years away from him have made you forget that he’s as ruthless as they come when he wants to be. Part of you believed that he’ll never want to be cruel to you.
But then again, it’s been five years.
You swallow and look back at Taeyong. Your lips curve up to a small smile. “This might put you in danger, in case I lose. And I don’t want to take away your choices in life if you do end up as Youngho’s guardian.”
You don’t say anything about what you and he have to do if you do win. You don’t know how far you can stand with the lie you’re selling. Would it come to the point that you’d have to bite him? Mate together?
Why is this the price to keep your son?
(And still, no price is too steep for Yongho. Nothing.)
The male omega shakes his head and bravely links your fingers together. Later tonight, he’ll wrap his arms around you, use your blanket and pillow to link your scent to his, but for now, your fingers touch. “Again, it’s not a suffering for me.”
You know what he’s not telling you. It spills from his eyes and his voice and a part of you wavers, wanting to accept this love fully but guilt holds you back. “Taeyong, I can’t—“
Taeyong’s expression barely shutters, his smile still bright even as some sort of resignation eases its way to the edges of his eyes, “I know.”
A few days after, Yoongi asks if he could have lunch with you and Yongho.
Stuck in the middle of Ten’s training from hell, you’ve sent Yongho to meet his father alone in the small park near your home. Betraying nothing in his voice, Yoongi agreed and promptly dropped the phone call.
Now, he watches his son happily eat a kimbap roll he prepared, his chubby cheeks puffed out as he chews. Yoongi wonders if you’re with your supposed mate, plotting how to win your challenge - and how to take his son away from him yet again.
“Go, spend time with your son,” Hye-joo smiled all too-sweetly. “His transition as our son will be better if he gets much more used to you soon.”
Yoongi opens his mouth in protest but the omega cuts him off.
“Unless, of course, you’d rather not see him ever again?”
Biting his bottom lip, the alpha turns to his son with a question. “Yongho, what do you think of your mom’s friend?”
Yongho tilts his head to the side, looking like a confused kitten and Yoongi has to smile. His son pouts, pondering the question. “Mama has many friends, they’re all nice! Ten-samcheon teaches me how to cartwheel!”
His son’s voice pitches slightly higher in excitement and Yoongi’s endeared. His head fills with so many thoughts. Was this your plan all along? To make him feel like he had a chance only to rip it all away?
Is this the reason why you wouldn’t even consider marrying him? Yoongi thinks back at the velvet box inside the hidden bedside drawer of his room. Because you found someone else?
“That’s awesome, bud. But what about… Taeyong-ssi?”
Yongho blinks at his father. It’s almost unnerving how much his son looks like him - the cat-like eyes, his chubby cheeks, but oh, his smile is all his mother’s. “Taeyong-samcheon?”
Yoongi tenses at the familiarity in his son’s voice and nods, “Yes, Taeyong-samcheon.”
“He’s nice,” Yongho murmurs, suddenly withdrawn, peeking at his father from under his fringe. Though he doesn’t understand what’s going on, he remembers your reminders, and the strange old people always hanging around granpa’s house.
But isn’t papa his father? Shouldn’t Yongho tell him more? Isn’t it a papa’s job to fix things?
“He plays with me a lot back in Taiwan, and he brings me chocolates.” The young omega continues, unconsciously smiling at the memories. “He teaches our omega class too!”
“I see.” Yoongi nods, chest tight at the fondness in his child’s voice, “Do you want to get ice cream before heading home?”
END NOTES: Thank you for all the great comments! This took longer than I expected. It was supposed to be the fight chapter but I wanted to establish Y/N as someone who has bonds (and had a life) apart from Yoongi. It’s been 5 years after all.
They’re both being cautious (idiots) but hey, can’t blame them.Lol.
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The Hybrids bowing to Tyler in season 4 of The Vampire Diaries has the same energy as the wolves reaffirming Hayley is their Queen.
Wolf pack dynamics/politics in The Vampire Diaries and The Originals were always fascinating, I’m a sucker for “I serve at the pleasure of the President” kind of storyline, especially re-affirming loyalty.
Werewolves always played second fiddle to the Vampires but I always found the wolves more fascinating. Unfortunately, the writer doesn’t think so -- at least Hayley had a bit of that storyline and she ended up as the Alpha and member of the Faction longer.
Tyler is treated just as badly as Bonnie was, anytime there’s an interesting storyline for him, the writers cut Tyler off the knees.
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I'll check the ancient Greek lexicon and see if I can come up with any possible alternatives. Will try and post a photo of the relevant pages here later.
Oooo! Thank you!
I'm currently leaning towards a 'linguistically drifted' term like "Soffa" but nothing has truly grabbed me. I appreciate the help!
For your sage, you could derive something from the botanical name for common sage, Salvia officinalis. Salvia comes from the Latin salvere ("to feel well and healthy, health, heal"), the verb related to salus (health, well-being, prosperity or salvation); referring to the herb's healing properties. And I guess your Obi-Wan for wolves would be trying to provide and teach salus? Maybe you can find the Greek equivalents for the words if you wanna stick with Greek?
Hmmm, this is a really interesting idea -- even if I don't go with the word for the character's pack role, I do really love the concept of attaching herbal lore to it, that maybe in classical art this person always shown holding sage or in more metaphorical art sage represented that pack role.
