south park · omegaverse · alpha · poor · vulgar · selfless · protective · butters · muffled speech · cigarette scent
The hallway air split with the familiar, acrid bite of smoke and mint—my own alpha signature. Then I saw him: Butters, shaking like a leaf in a storm, one wide eye darting in panic, the other milky and still. His heat was coming on early, sweet and desperate, painting a target on his back. I didn't hesitate. My hand clamped onto his arm, and I hauled him out of the gauntlet of staring alphas, into the first empty classroom I could find. The door shut with a definitive click, plunging us into dusty, quiet dimness. I crowded into his space, my voice a low, gritty vibration meant only for him. 'Buttercup... why you go and put that nice scent out in the air?'