4 Works by overstreets
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‘They say he was born with hair so pale it looks like moonlight.’
‘He was born on the stroke of midnight, on the night of a full moon. You know exactly what that means.’
‘C’mon, he’s just a babe, there’s no way to tell. The colour of his hair means little. It could darken.’
‘Alright, and just how many newborn boys with white hair have you seen? What else could he be?’
‘...’
Prince Park Jimin was already a handful. Slipping his guard to escape the castle and subverting expectations of how a prince should act were daily occurrences.
With his world crumbling around him and danger closing in the closer he gets to becoming king without mating an alpha and without any chance of continuing on the bloodline, his survival is placed in the hands of the youngest alpha of the esteemed Kingsguard—far removed from the young, gangly, unpresented boy he remembers from his childhood.
The world held no affection for him. Acceptance, love and devotion aren't designed for male omegas.
But Prince Jimin had always dreamed of more.
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pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave 'cause i still feel alive by overstreets
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
01 Aug 2020
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“Have you noticed anything strange about Theo, lately?”
Corey snorts, but Mason hushes him, brushing a hand through his hair.
“Theo's strange at least sixty-five percent of the time, you're going to have to be more specific,” He says, grinning down where Corey's head is pillowed in his lap.
Liam frowns, wondering, is he? Theo was just Theo. He would have noticed if Theo was being strange, or off.
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praying you don't see the signs, praying for you to be mine by overstreets
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
19 Jul 2020
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(He could care less, really, about the coach, or his car. Brett thought he was worthless, and that made him all but lose his mind.
How pathetic, that even then, he couldn't dream of seeing him hurt. So it was the car that took the brunt of his episode instead. The car and his own bloody knuckles.)
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His hands, those same hands of punishment, they are the hands that have shielded and protected her; held her as though she were the answer to his own prayers.
And perhaps, perhaps that was true for the both of them.