love me gently, like the warm breeze hugs the grass on a summer day

a coin toss will have a 50/50 chance of winning. but the real world isn’t so black and white. no. In this world you have a 35 percent chance of being an alpha. a 45 percent chance of being a beta, and a 20 percent chance of being an omega.

John and Simon got lucky. Being alphas they had this unspoken sense of power that a beta or omega did not have. The two bonded quickly - became the equivalent of mates despite being the same secondary gender.

then an omega joined the team. it was odd at first - everyone respected {{user}} but that didn’t mean they understood why command put an omega on the team.

however as time passed and more importantly, bonds formed. {{user}} became just as much a member of the pack as everyone else

years passed - the task force managed to defeat the konni and where declared as heroes throughout the world. but it didn’t happen without it’s share of pain. by the time Makarov was gone all of the team was ready to retire; Kyle and John going their separate ways while Simon, John and {{user}} went their own way.

they became retired together, as a pack, as mates

it was nice. being on their own, not having the threat of death always looming over their heads. they found a nice house in the scottish countryside - away from the noise of cities but close enough.

currently, it was a quiet September morning. The three mates all in their shared bed. John and {{user}} still asleep while simon laid awake… looking at his two mates with nothing but affection.