#o verse

It is known on the streets of New York that no one challenges the Del Rio pack, if they care for their life.

A small piece of alpha!Sutan, omega!Violet and a piano, set in my newest fanfic universe!

Trailing his fingers through Mitchell's curls, taking comfort from the familiar action. His father had returned a few weeks ago, taking Stiles back with him, and he was still raw with hurt. He didn't love Stiles, not like he did Mitchell. He was in love with the vampire, but he still cared for the other omega and their baby. A baby that he now has to pretend was never his. The chance to be a parent had been taken away from him by his dad's return and frankly he wasn't handling it well. He'd been relying heavily on Mitchell for support, and all but avoiding Stiles as well. 

Mitchell's arms tightened around Tristan's waist when the other started talking, recalling the dream which seemed to have him so worked up. He could understand why Derek dating again would have the omega worried, after all the last girl the bastard dated had ended in a blaze of glory-- pun intended.

His brows rose when he learned he had a significant role in the younger male's nightmare. Pulling the other as close as possible, Mitchell brushed his nose against the omega's cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to the stubbled skin. "Ya don't 'ave to worry about me love, 'm not goin' anywhere, not again. Ya are stuck with me until ya stake me ya self."

It might not have been the best way to soothe the other but it was the truth. Mitchell had made the mistake once of leaving when he felt things were getting too serious between them and they were both utterly miserable. Happiness, true happiness, was hard for a vampire to find. Now that Mitchell had it, there was no one other than Tristan who could force him away from it.

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4. Changing

Despite having worked at Tyler’s club, Tristan swears hell never get use to two things, wearing dress clothes and being around alphas even if it’s in passing. There hadn’t been any incidents yet, something for which the omega was thankful, but it would still take some getting use to.

Letting out a sigh he undid his tie and pulled it from around his neck before unbuttoning his vest. Setting them down carefully on a chair he started to unbutton his shirt, mind drifting as it often did. His dad had stopped by the club earlier that day, which had been enough to want to send him running, but the alpha hadn’t even so much as glanced in his direction. Tristan still wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. 

In his defense he’d thought that Mitchell had been gone and would be gone for several hours when he’d gotten out this particular outfit. He hadn’t done this in a really, really, long time and was more than happy to take advantage of his lovers absence. 

Shaving wasn’t really something he liked to do, he had too much of a baby face when he did but it worked well for what he was going to do. He’d made sure to check the whole house again before he’d really gotten into it, pulling his hair back so he could put on the long brown wig, doing up his make-up and getting into the stockings and green dress. 

It wasn’t a sex thing, not really, at least not to him. It was just mild curiosity and also surprise at the fact that, why yes he could pass as a girl as long as no one looked too closely. He’d never gone anywhere like this, not yet, though that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted to. Glancing into the floor length mirror he checked himself over with a smug grin, pleased at how he looked. However that didn’t last as he heard a noise behind him and he froze. Glancing up in the mirror he saw familiar clothes without a body in them and knew it was Mitchell. Turning around, his face bright red, he brought his hands up to hide his face, hoping that the floor would just open up and eat him. 

Mitchell's gaze rose from the magazine he was reading, something about sports that he couldn't be bothered to truly care about, when Tristan spoke. There were only three people he hated in his entire life and all three of them were dead. It wasn't a word he ever used lightly. 

"No, I don't hate you," he told the other male honestly, dropping the magazine onto the couch beside him and crossing his arms over his chest, "What reason do I have to hate you?"