The Moon and stars
Series Metadata
Listing Series
-
Tags
Summary
“Minho, tell me you're joking.”
Hyunjin sat at the roughly hewn table in his best friend's hut, wrinkling his nose in displeasure as the heavy, spicy scent of approaching heat kept assaulting his senses. Around him, bundles of dried herbs and hides hung on the walls, the air smelled of wood and ash from the cooled hearth, but that scent — foreign, sticky — cut through everything.
“Do you think I'm happy about it?” Minho wearily rubbed his flushed face with his palms. His voice sounded muffled, hoarse. He sat opposite, legs tucked under him, trying to breathe evenly, but sweat was already beading on his forehead. His entire body, clad in a simple linen shirt, was tense like a bowstring.
“But why?” Hyunjin threw up his hands, his indignant voice echoing through the small hut. “Why today of all days? Today is the day Chan and I bind ourselves before the Moon and the pack! And you...” he dramatically sniffled, pressing his hands to his chest, though genuine, undisguised frustration splashed in his dark eyes.
or: Minho's heat comes on the day his best friend Hyunjin marries his alpha. Their younger omega, Felix, comes to the rescue, and on this day Moon blesses not only the newlyweds.
Series
- Part 1 of The Moon and stars
-
Tags
Summary
Minho is five months pregnant with twins. It’s hard for him, but he’s managing because his beloved alpha is always by his side, letting him do anything and even more.
Series
- Part 2 of The Moon and stars
-
Tags
Summary
“You…” Jisung swallowed hard. Minho’s scent had changed. It had always been sweet, thick, pregnant — but now it was different. Sharper. Deeper. There was a new note in it that made the alpha’s shoulders tense instinctively and his heart race. “You smell… different.”
Minho froze. He breathed in himself — and felt it. Not just his own scent. Something else. Thin, almost elusive, but unmistakable. It was the way pups smelled when they were ready to come out. He remembered that scent from when Felix had let him sniff the newborns’ blankets so he’d know what to expect.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Fear crashed over him like an icy wave, followed immediately by steely resolve. “Fuck, Jisung. It’s starting.”
Series
- Part 3 of The Moon and stars