#and hope the intent wasn’t malicious from the date

[midnightkolrath]

Oh that’s….

That’s….very unfortunate

Especially when what happens after?

Yeeeaaahhh…..

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Day in the Life with Yandere Student Council | Part 2

Last Part

“Ah, just the three I wanted to see.”

“G-g-g-g-good a-a-afternoon (Y/n).”

You give him a small wave

The malicious intent is teeming off the couple as they glare at Lucoa

Who continues to smile entirely unbothered

“What do you need all three of us for? Mister. President.” 

“You both have a lot of work to catch up on.”

“We have already completed all of our schoolwork and the student council work we have yet to complete is not urgent.”

Lucoa’s piercing glints in the sunlight

“Not anymore. Respectfully this is the new work assigned to you both. Min Su.”

Struggling with one pile after another the treasurer pulls them out

until there are four fairly tall piles on the table

As if the sheer size wasn’t enough Min drops a nameplate on all the piles, politely smiling from behind them when he finishes

“I trust this will at least be finished before morning tomorrow.”

June’s face blanks  before a smile once again spreads on his face

“Gill, we’ll take two trips. Sorry (Y/n), we'll have to rain-check on our date.”

June waits for Gill grab two of the piles one with each of their names before walking out

“Bye, (Y/n).”

“Bye…”

When the door closes your attention is turned to Min and Lucoa who are each sporting smiles

“(Y/n) d-d-do you want to help me recount our savings for this month? O-o-or would you like to help me alphabetize our receipts?”

Before you can say anything Lucoa intercedes wrapping arm around your back

“Sorry Min I have a very important task for our honorary member.”

“...oh…”

“But I think it’ll be a good idea for (Y/n) to leave their bags with you.”

“Hah~Really?!”

“Yes, really.”

Min gives you a hug slipping off your pack to cradle it into his chest

“I’ll protect your things with my life!”

Redder than a tomato he runs off with your backpack

And you can only hope he doesn’t trip knowing him

“Well (Y/n) will you join me?”

You don’t have much of a choice as Lucoa already confirms you’re attendance and assignments for class are waived

Following him to his private office you admire the expensive decor and the pristine waterfall against the wall

Its a sight to behold

“So uh Lucoa what’s this super important task?”

“Just a survey. I think it’s important to know the preferences of all my members.”

“...’If you were relocated to a higher living space would you or would you not be satisfied with your life?’...”

“So?”

“Uhm not that this has anything to do with the survey but I like where I am now. I prefer a cozy and convenient place where I can keep learning at school.”

Lucoa smile never fades as he tilts his head at you

“You’re right it doesn’t have anything to do with the survey.”

“I’m not refusing to finish it. It’s just something I wanted to say.”

You wait for some kind of reaction but he leans in his chair and twirls away

“Well I’m glad you told me, (Y/n)."

He stops spinning to stare you down again

“I need that survey tomorrow.”

“Okay!”

You gather the papers prepared to leave

“You don’t have your back pack or any of your belongings.”

“I-i know but it’s getting late I have to get back before curfew.”

“Don’t worry I’ll have my driver drop you off. Besides I was wondering if you wanted to try a strawberry? I just had them imported after a business proposition.”

“Uh sure I guess.”

“Great.”

Everyday’s a new adventure with these guys

But it’s a school day after all 

a specialized college such as this is sure to have it’s eccentrics

To be bad your trapped with them

Not even the weekends will keep you out of their grasp

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 6 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 7 (word count: 20k+)

It took Y/N a moment to figure out what wasn’t adding up when she blinked her eyes awake in the middle of the night. She could only assume it was the middle of the night because the room was dark, and she would’ve checked her phone but something was immobilizing her, and that something was the large man sleeping with his heavy arm draped across her midsection. She tried wiggling a bit but he didn’t budge in the slightest. His nose was buried in the crook of her neck and he was holding her flush to his torso. 

Looking at the window, Y/N could distinguish that the sun was just about to rise. She had no desire to wake up early since she had her day off, especially when she was wrapped up in Harry’s arms like that.  

She had been pretty drowsy going to bed to realize, but yet again, she’d fallen asleep in record time in his company. This was so unusual for her. It took her weeks, months even to get accustomed to sleeping next to someone new, but with him- she couldn’t even remember falling asleep as soundly on her own.

Harry grunted in his sleep and shifted a bit against her, pulling her body even closer to his if that was even possible and it dawned on her exactly what had woken her up. He was pressing his very evident morning wood into her thigh and even rutting a bit against it in his sleep. 

She listened intently to make sure he wasn’t actually awake and trying to get her attention somehow- no, Harry was asleep, she was certain. 

Since going back to sleep was near impossible with that… melee weapon poking at her, Y/N smiled to herself, deciding to take matters into her own hands. Literally.

She tried turning in his arms but he just tightened his hold on her; but slowly, carefully she managed to face him, lying on her side, his arm over her waist still in place. She took in the sight of him in his sleep, as much as she could make out in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the more she looked at him, the more she could make out of his features. That scowl he always seemed to sport was everpresent, even in his sleep- or was it just that he was dreaming something in particular? She could feel his fingers on her hipbone twitching from time to time, and then there was that low grunt again, that had him bury the side of his face into his pillow, in lieu of the crook of her neck. 

Y/N couldn’t believe he was right there with her, and that she was watching him in his sleep. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The blanket was hanging low on his waist and with the distance she’d put between them whilst turning around, she knew his aching cock was right there, within arm’s reach. 

She deliberated it, wondering if he’d be opposed to it. He hadn’t let her touch him after their date, but then he told her through texts that he’d let her thank him all she wanted when they next saw each other- and if that wasn’t consent she didn’t know what was. She had it in writing and everything.

She bit her lower lip, hoping her intuition wasn’t leading her astray, and reached out to touch him under the cover. When her hand came into contact with the warm, velvety smoothness of his cock she felt her mouth fall agape. Somehow, the fact that she couldn’t really see what she was doing was heightening her tactile sense, and when she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed the slightest bit she realized he must’ve been full mast, he was hard as steel. Her small hand was barely encompassing his girth and that made her wet her lips, which prompted her to remove her hand briefly and lick it thoroughly before she wrapped it around him again. 

The moment she started dragging her fist up and down his shaft, ever so slightly, he shuddered- but didn’t wake up. She couldn’t believe how much she had to cover, it was a long slide up and down, dragging his foreskin along with her movements. His bulbous head was already exposed, fully erect as he was, and she dragged her palm over it- taking note of its significant size, barely fitting into her fist. She couldn’t suppress a whimper, squeezing her thighs together and being hyperaware of her tampon and how something much, much larger could take its place soon. 

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon casting a few subdued, golden rays into her room, one of them landing partly on Harry’s handsome face. She took note of his flared nostrils, his brows were even more furrowed than before and his breathing was labored. His pelvis started thrusting into her fist by instinct, much in the way he’d poked at her thigh in his sleep- and then she lowered her eyes in between them and could now discern what was happening under the blanket as well.

She wet her lips again, swallowing the lump in her throat at the sight. She could see precome glistening over his slit and she thumbed at it, squeezing her own thighs together. 

A louder, different kind of groan made her remove her eyes from his cock, and when she looked at his face again she was met with his piercing eyes- so much brighter in the golden rays. Their intensity nearly startled her, but she didn’t have time to take it in properly- Harry pulled her closer to him and delved tongue-first into a soaring kiss that left her breathless. He devoured her mouth, his breathing labored against her cheek, and when she felt his much larger hand over hers, dragging it up and down his cock she remembered to keep going, having forgotten to move upon waking him up.

He removed his hand once she picked up the pace, but still made sure to keep the strokes languid and drawn out, and Harry grabbed her ass instead, kneading the flesh through her panties as though he was trying to get his fingers to poke through the material and reach her skin. 

Harry was sloppily kissing her and fucking himself into her hand. It felt good to have him so needy for her. And when he whispered her name against her lips and squeezed her hip as he bucked forward, she felt him tremble.

Harry was already on edge. He’d been dreaming the sweetest and nastiest dream just before he’d been woken up. Of course, with her scent permeating him like it was she snuck into his mind even in sleep. And he was throbbing before she’d even touched him. He was at the point of no return with achy balls and a leaky tip. It had been such a good dream… his knot had just taken and she was there, under him, fucked out and red in the face as he pushed himself into her, bringing her to another orgasm but this time she was coming on his knot and that’s when he woke up to her stroking him slowly. He wished the dream had been real. He wasn’t disappointed that she was actually here with his cock in her hand, of course not, but he was disappointed by the fact that it had only been a dream where it was implied that she knew about him since he was fucking her with his knot. And that really would have been ideal; for her to know his secret and be okay with it, allowing him to really be himself with her. 

His fingers slid to the outline of the fabric of her panties and she could tell where he was trying to get with this- he wanted to touch too- and she wanted him to quite desperately so. But she was on her period, and while technically he could at least thumb at her clit a bit, she didn’t feel comfortable letting him do that- at least not yet. She’d not let anyone touch her intimately while menstruating before but with Harry, she could see herself overcoming this inhibition.

She pulled her face away and he followed immediately, but she nudged her nose to his to get his attention without having to get her hand off him, the other trapped awkwardly between them, “Can’t. On my period, remember?”

Harry growled deep in his chest, his voice coming out much deeper than it usually sounded, “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about a little blood, Y/N. Trust me. Wanna touch you- fuck that feels so good,” he whined towards the end, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Maybe not right now… I want this to be about you,” she whispered back and Harry opened up his eyes to look at her again. She looked dazed out and floaty, and maybe it was because it was extremely early and they still had to get some more sleep, but he liked to think she was fucked out of her mind with how much this was turning her on. “Told me I could thank you all I wanted- remember?” She bit her lower lip at that and Harry threw his head back again, closing his eyes. He was sure her seeing them right now wouldn’t be a good idea, he could barely hold it together. The way she was touching him, so bloody perfect, the way she looked at him, the smell of her arousal, her breathy voice, the things she said to him- he wasn’t going to last.

She thumbed at his slit again, noting how much precome he was oozing, and moaned at the feel. He grit his teeth and willed his eyes open, looking at her and then between them at what she was doing, “I remember… Fuck, Y/N. Just like that, kitten.”

She smiled at the pet name, she just couldn’t not every time he used it, and reached to kiss him again. His hand squeezed her bum in response and then traveled a bit further up, snaking his hand under his shirt to where he knew more of her smooth skin would be found. He opened his eyes to look at her, never breaking the kiss and when she felt his hand hesitate, she opened hers too and nodded her approval against his mouth. She fluttered them close again when she felt his big, warm palm grope her breast.

She could tell he needed more, and so did she, so she used her other hand to unbutton the shirt enough for him to push it over her shoulder and pull her breast out and then immediately latch his lips around her nipple.

They moaned in unison and she increased her grip on him, picking up the speed a bit too. He alternated between sucking and nipping slightly at her bud and then licking sloppily all around it and up toward her clavicle, bringing his hand back where his mouth had been while he mouthed at her jawline. He was losing his composure, she could tell.

“Gonna make a mess of your precious little souvenir,” she could hear the amusement in his low, husky voice.

She loved the idea of that for some reason- but then it dawned on her that she couldn’t let him do that, for practical reasons. If she were to get his other shirt in exchange for this one like she planned, he couldn’t exactly leave her apartment with it stained, “Wait– no. I want you to finish on me. Please?”

It wasn’t just to save the shirt. She really did feel the urge to feel his hot, sticky come on her skin- to feel him closer still. She unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way and then laid on her back, with him following closely, hovering over her. 

Harry nearly lost it when he heard her request. She needed to be marked, poor little thing- and who was he to deny her primal instinct? She kept pumping him while he cast his attention to her neglected breast but he couldn’t prolong it any longer- giving the underside of her plump flesh another shallow bite before pulling back and grabbing himself from her hold. He watched her as she brought her thumb she’d just swiped over his slit to her mouth and sucked on it greedily, moaning and rolling her eyes back and that was enough for Harry to come undone, unleashing rope after rope on her belly, in between her breasts and up to her neck. 

She watched him transfixed, she’d never seen a man climax like that before. Harry was vocal, and he didn’t hold back. His animalistic grunts and pants made her moan even though he wasn’t even touching her as he was orgasming.

She watched him close his eyes and pump himself to the last drop and when he opened them back again she made sure he saw the way she scooped some from her torso and brought it to her mouth. She couldn’t wait to taste him properly next. He also tasted different- much better than the guys she’d dated before him. She figured that must’ve been due to his healthy diet.

The sight made him smirk. If only she knew this wasn’t the first time she’d had a taste of him, he thought to himself. Roaming his eyes over her, he squeezed himself in reprimand- he could tell his erection would not go down even after all that, and he knew he couldn’t do much else after this. But she extricated herself from beneath him and told him she’d be quick, heading towards the bathroom, before he could contemplate what other options he had. 

There were none. He simply had to wait it out, and he didn’t know how he would do that now that she’d touched him like that. When she came back, he kissed her some more until he started feeling her go lax in his arms again. And although Harry was used to starting his day early, he needed more time with her, in bed, his nose buried in her neck. It was his new favorite place on earth.

*

Harry flinched awake, and stood up on the bed hastily, taking his surroundings in. Where was she? His instincts were on high alert, because not only was she missing from between his arms- but how did she manage to leave the bedroom without him acknowledging it?

A faraway sound made him hurry to the window and look outside to where it came from- it was her, and she was giggling. Which immediately calmed him down knowing she wasn’t in harm’s way. He still couldn’t believe she’d left their bed without him waking up, even if briefly, to take note of her doing so.

Looking at the sight before him as he contemplated, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw what she was doing. 

He had never slept so deeply before. Harry was by nature a predator and many times he slept with one eye open, so to speak. Any movement or new presence would have him up and ready to pounce normally. But this? She had gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, closed her bedroom door behind her, and took Edward outside all without Harry’s being aware. And that scared him. What if someone had come in to harm her or his nephew and he’d slept through it? 

He couldn’t be sure but perhaps it was just that her presence was so soothing and calming to him. He’d heard about the way mates could nest in their dens for days on end and sleep deeply and soundly. He’d never experienced it, though. And he wasn’t sure that this was that. Perhaps it was the orgasm she gave him. Harry smiled at the memory with her small hand on him, her lips brushing against him, and then how dirty she was, asking him to release on her and the sight of her below him with his warm come on her tummy, over her tits, and up to her neck.

Opening up the window, he leaned his torso over the windowsill, watching her.

“Come on, Eddie! Be a good boy. Go on, go potty!”

Harry chuckled to himself at the scene before him and then cleared his throat a bit to get rid of his morning gruff before raising his voice so she could hear him from afar, “Let him off leash.”

Y/N looked up to see Harry, half his body hanging out the window, tattoos on display for all the neighbors to ogle… she smiled and took note of his messy curls and pink mouth. What a spectacular sight he was even from her spot on the ground. She shielded her view from the bright sun. It was almost noon. They’d slept in, alright, “Huh?”

Harry smiled in return. He couldn’t help it. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself, “Set him free, he needs to roam around a bit.”

“Oh, but… Are you sure?” She fidgeted with the leash in her hands, hesitating, “What if he runs off? What if he follows a cat or pigeons into the street… “

Harry chuckled again, “He’ll be fine. Go on.”

“Alright…” Y/N said more to herself and bent to remove the lead from around Eddie’s neck. She had one in her backpack from work and figured she’d use it when upon waking up to use the bathroom she found him wide awake waiting by her bedroom door. She realized it must’ve been way past the time Harry would normally take him outside in the morning, and put on some clothes in a hurry, mindful not to wake Harry who, in her absence, cuddled her pillow to his chest and buried his nose in it, and after using the bathroom herself as originally intended, took the pup out.

She carried him outside in her arms to speed things up to the building’s backyard that served as a designated playground with a few swings, the classic sandbox, which was very clearly marked as to be used just by children, and then the limited green space was sadly to be shared between kids and pets since there was no special area for people to walk their dogs in. Once there, she set him down and placed the lead around his neck, and waited for him to go about his business.

Only he wasn’t budging. He followed her to and fro but didn’t take initiative in roaming around, and even though the lead was long enough for him to do it. So she walked him around, but that’s all he did- walk.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong- had he peed in her apartment? She’d have smelled it surely… And she’d taken him out once before, that first night when she brought him back at the station.

And now Harry was telling her to set him free, and she realized that must’ve been it. That first night she didn’t bother tethering him to her in any way and he’d gone about his business. But back at the station, she had no concern for traffic and other possible dangers he could run into… not to mention, she didn’t have his owner sleeping in her bed ready to throw a fit if she somehow lost his pet.

Now that she had his explicit consent though, she let him off leash and the pup immediately started roaming around. She turned to smile at the man again who was already smiling back when she looked his way.

Damn, he was gorgeous. 

And looking around, she realized she wasn’t the only one who was taking note of that. The few moms or babysitters there with their kids were paying more attention to Harry standing topless at her windowsill than to their own kids, one of them even forgot to push the swing until her child started complaining.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she felt a pang of jealousy at the realization that other women would (and should) be interested in him. She had no right to feel possessive, but remembering just how she’d woken him up at the crack of sunrise, she did. They didn’t know him like she did, they hadn’t just had him naked in their bed…

But even so, all that meant nothing, if she was being honest with herself. What they had wasn’t something they had defined or even discussed, she didn’t know where this was headed or if Harry had any serious intentions or was just looking to have a bit of fun with her.

Although the way he’d taken care of her the previous night, made her that delicious dinner while she laid on the couch and brought Eddie to purr on her tummy then snuggled with her in bed and opened up about some personal things… all that had to mean something, right?

When she glanced back to her window, he was gone. And she realized she hadn’t really paid attention to Eddie to make sure he went about his business, even if she did watch him to make sure he wasn’t running off. She laughed at herself at the irony.

“Something funny?”

She jumped a bit, not having expected to hear his voice so close, “Uhm, no, just something silly. What are you doing? I was gonna come back up and make us some… well, brunch.”

Harry’s eyes softened at her saying that. She was really something else, “There’s some leftover mac and cheese from last night, easy to heat up, I plated it for you, you just have to pop it into the microwave for half a minute. I gotta run, though.”

Y/N's face went from pleasantly surprised to disappointed, “Oh… already? Thank you, you didn’t have to do that…”

“Nice shirt,” he smirked, looking at his other shirt that she was wearing, forcing him to put on the one she’d slept in since he’d lent it to her at the lake. She smirked too at the way she’d managed to see her plan through successfully. She’d worn that one so much that his scent had worn off. “Edward!” Harry shouted to catch his nephew’s attention who began his trek back to them and then casted his attention back on his little human. It felt weird to leave after… all that.

“I’m not sure if he went… I couldn’t, uhm, really tell,” she lied.

“That’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

“Uhm,... do you like, always walk him off leash? Or just in areas that are pretty confined, such as this one? Or do you maybe have a yard?...” she trailed off and took in his surprised expression, “Sorry, just curious. Don’t really know anyone comfortable with letting their pets off leash, especially such small ones. Sorry if I made a mistake and took him outside, maybe you just have him use pee pads…”

That was another lie. Y/N knew well enough Eddie wasn’t trained to use pee pads since she hadn’t seen any at the cabin when she’d gone snooping. But she felt like prodding a bit, finding out what little else she could about him. She had no idea where he lived, or what he did for a living. She was surprised they’d gotten to more vulnerable topics before the basics, really.

Harry chuckled nervously, running his fingers through his long hair, “He listens to me, I don’t worry about him running off.” Harry knew what she was trying to do, though. He could read right through her. He also didn’t miss her disappointed look when he told her he had to leave. Truth was, he would’ve gladly spent the rest of the day with her but he had business to attend with his pack, “Maybe you can come over later…”

Y/N eyes widened at that. She hadn’t expected that at all, for some reason.

And neither did Harry. The words had just blurted out of his mouth with a mind of their own. He tried to not let panic take over, knowing full well that she couldn’t just come over. He couldn’t bring her among the pack. That would be like luring her into the lions’ den. Only worse. 

Furthermore, he dug his own grave even deeper, “Tell you what. I’ll leave Edward with you so he can keep you company, help you with your cramps some more maybe… and I’ll pick you both up later this evening. Sound good?”

They’d already decided he’d take her to work the following morning since she’d left her car there when he picked her up so it was planned that they’d spend the afternoon together. But Harry thought perhaps he could coax more sweet smiles and trust from Y/N if he showed her his “place”. Maybe he’d even get lucky and she’d let him eat her out finally. He wanted to just go to town on her so bad. Wanted her to come on his face and feel her shaking in his arms again. God, what he wouldn’t do.

Y/N blinked at him. Note to self, wake him up like that more often. The man was in an excellent mood, “Sounds good, yeah.” She smiled at him, and then he made to turn around and walk off but he instead nudged her chin up and gave her a soft peck, taking her aback even more before finally pulling back and heading toward where he’d parked his car out front.

She looked down at the pup that was looking at her expectantly. Somehow he’d known not to follow his owner. Sometimes it amazed her how tight of a bond these two seemed to have and how well Eddie understood Harry without him even having to say much. She picked him up in her arms and on her way back to the building she smiled curtly at the mother that had forgotten to push her kid’s swing previously, as to say yeah, he’s taken.

Once in his car, Harry wasted no time in making the phone call he needed to make, “You home? Alright. Stay put, I’m coming over.” 

First, he drove back to his place in the preserve, although he would’ve rathered shapeshifting to get there quicker. But he needed the car for putting his plan into motion. He had some serious packing to do.

*

After a quick meeting with one of the pack elders, he returned to his house and loaded his G-wagon with his clothes stuffed into two suitcases, as well as a few items that he felt would add a nice touch to make the place he’d be moving into temporarily feel a little more like somewhere Harry would live. His little human was no idiot. He needed to do his best to keep her concerns at bay. 

“Alpha. I’ve been wondering about you. Haven’t seen you around,” a familiar voice sounded from behind him. She was the alpha that everyone assumed he’d be matched with. The one that he should have settled for and mated with. Turning around to see his pretty “match” he forced a smile as he closed his door.

“Yeah. Just busy with a few things. On my way out again now in fact.”

“I see that. Packing up for a long trip?”

He didn’t like her questioning him. He didn’t like that she was prying. He didn’t allow this within his pack and he certainly didn’t want to answer to her. Whatever her name was. He couldn’t remember.

“Not really your concern is it?” He stood tall with narrowed eyes and watched the way she bent her neck, exposing herself to him in apology for her defiance. 

“You’re right, alpha. It’s not my business,” she spoke as she stared him in his eyes. She might have been yielding to him with her posture but her direct eye contact was telling. Harry watched her nostrils flare as she inhaled his scent. She was sure to smell the girl on him. He was drenched in her scent as he hadn’t taken a shower yet that morning. 

“Good day to you.” He spoke as he got back into his vehicle. 

*

“What’s up, mate? Oh?” Niall’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of Harry’s suitcase he was carrying, “Going somewhere? Need a lift to the airport?–”

“No, but you are.” Harry made his way inside his friend’s apartment and placed his voluminous luggage down. “Pack a bag. You need to let me borrow your apartment for a while.”

Niall was still standing in the entryway, holding the door open, “I’m not following.”

“I need to crash here for a bit.”

Niall closed the door swiftly when Harry went into his bedroom and could hear him rummaging through his stuff. When he came into the room, he watched his friend open up one of his own suitcases and put random clothes out of his closet into it, “Woah, woah, woah! Hey, that’s dry cleaned, you’re getting it all wrinkly–”

“Then pack your own shit.” Harry began pulling pictures of Niall and his family off the walls.

“Dude! What is happening? You can’t just-”

Harry turned to look at Niall, towering over him, “Say that again. I can’t just what?” 

Niall swallowed as Harry’s eyes glowed for a flash and a low growl vibrated from his chest. He knew he shouldn’t stand up to the alpha, but he and Harry were friends so Niall could get away with smarting off from time to time. Although, clearly Harry wasn’t going to back down on this one.

“Sorry. I just… where am I gonna go?”

“I got you a suite at the Peregrine.”

Niall paused, “Room service included?”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Yes.”

“And I can raid the minibar all I want?”

“...Yes.”

“Sweet.”

“Come on. I need you out so I can do some deep cleaning…”

Niall scoffed in mock offense, “Deep cleaning? I beg your pardon, sir, but you could eat off these floors!”

Harry ran his finger along a shelf and brought it under his friend’s nose, “Is that so?” He then blew the dust he’d collected on it in his face and Niall rolled his eyes.

After waiting for Niall to pack some essentials, he felt like he needed to give him at least some semblance of an explanation as to why he was essentially kicking him out of his own place, “It’s uh… just for a little while. Until I can find my own place to buy in town.”

“Oh?”

Harry nodded, refusing to give him any more info.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Y/N, would it?”

Harry looked at his friend and let silence be an answer. He knew his friend was onto him and there was no use trying to deny it. 

“Listen. I can’t help but notice you’re heading down a path I happen to be very familiar with. I might have left for different reasons… but it felt right. And it still does. I know I made the right decision, and I’m ever grateful to you for helping me opt out and putting your trust in me like that. I know it wasn’t easy, and that you faced great adversity in doing so. And maybe that played a small role in why you’re feeling this way right now too… All I’m saying is,” Niall sighed, getting to the point, “I just want you to be happy, mate. If that means getting a place in the city, then so be it. If that means being with a human, then so be it… And if that means giving up a role that wasn’t even meant for you to begin with” he raised an eyebrow for emphasis, “then so be it. You have your own life to live, just like everyone else. And you can’t sacrifice yours for the ones that have been taken away unjustly, because that would be just as unfair.”

Harry listened to his friend, taking his words in. He nodded, lowering his gaze. He was more in tune with his inner turmoil than he’d known.

Niall zipped up and then grabbed his suitcase off the bed, squeezing Harry’s shoulder, “I’m glad you reached out. I’m always here for you, and not just because I’m indebted to you.”

Harry walked him to the door and held his hand out to him, “Keys,” to which Niall reluctantly complied.

On his way out he heard his friend shout loud enough for his own neighbors to hear, “Try and be a clean freak about bodily fluids too, yeah? Or better yet, just take the sheets with you when you’re done with the place.”

*

As Harry drove to Y/N’s apartment, he felt his palms sweat against the steering wheel. The realization of that happening freaked him out more than anything. He was actually nervous about this, a feeling quite unfamiliar to him. Very little in his life had ever made him feel that way. He remembered his father making him nervous, his older brother even. His mother and uncle not so much, but still came as close seconds. He’d felt a bit nervous taking on his new responsibilities as alpha, but that was a bit different. It was more like fear of letting down his brother and his father before him, their legacy. 

But he was actually nervous about this whole thing with Niall’s apartment. He’d tried his best to make the space seem his but the truth was- it just wasn’t. Not to mention it had Niall’s scent all over it- but in Y/N’s case that wouldn’t be an issue. Would it? She’d been very into scenting him, to his delight. 

He was feeling the adrenaline with how easy everything worked out for him after going through Nialls’s place once again to put away anything that felt like Harry wouldn’t own and then placing his own items around and filling the closet with his clothes. Despite his nerves, he felt like he could pull this off. He was used to pulling things off. 

When he knocked on her door she opened with a bright smile. Since when did she start smiling so often? She was so open about her emotions it was disarming him. Y/N had wet hair and dewy skin after her shower. Harry moved his eyes down her body. She looked like his perfect match. The one he’d do anything for. And seeing the alpha female whose name he couldn’t even remember again today only solidified that notion for him. He didn’t want the alpha female. He wanted Y/N. He needed it to be Y/N. 

He smiled back and stopped in his tracks when she went on her tippy toes to kiss his dimple. Y/N had always wanted to do that ever since she’d seen the adorable indents on his pretty face. 

He couldn’t help himself when he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips onto her jaw.  He was about to blurt out how he’d missed her but that was taking it too far. He’d only been gone since noon. She’d freak out and he didn’t know if she was ready for the kind of commitment he wanted. He was already looking at her like his mate. Like his life-long partner, so some of his thoughts were starting to spill out a little and he had to keep them in a bit longer. He could feel her heart increase in cadence under his hold. Even if she might not be ready for this level of devotion, she was certainly responding to him in ways that told him she wasn’t going anywhere.

She pulled back before things escalated further and beckoned him to the kitchen. “I made dinner, figured we could eat something before we went to yours.”

Harry had smelled something mouth-watering going upstairs to her apartment, but he figured it must’ve been her next-door neighbor. He really hadn’t expected her to do this.

“Oh?”

“Just as a thanks for you cooking last night.”

Harry increased his pace to catch up with her and turned her to face him before they could enter the open space kitchen, “Is this a thing you have?”

“What do you mean?” Her heart sank. Was he upset? Did he have other plans, was she pissing him off with all these domestic things?

“You… thanking me, repaying me, returning the gesture. First the handjob this morning and now this… is this just you doing it because you feel indebted to me somehow?”

Y/N stammered for a bit, “I– No. Not at all. It’s because I want to. I really want to. Sorry if it made you feel like I was doing it out of some sort of obligation…”

“Why are you apologizing?” he searched her eyes, “I was just making sure. I only want you doing what you genuinely want to.”

“I want to,” she smiled, breaking the tension, “I might not be as good at it, though.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that, “Oh, I beg to differ.”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush spreading on her cheeks. He always made her feel so hot and exposed with the way he looked at her, not to mention the subtle and not-so-subtle things he’d tell her, “I meant I’m a lousy cook– but, good to know.” She winked at him and turned to enter the kitchen and Harry’s other brow joined up in a surprised expression. She was full of surprises today.

“It’s just pizza. I’m kind of hoping you’re hungry and won’t be able to tell the difference either way,” she laughed and Harry couldn’t suppress another smile. He’d never had anyone cook for him. He’d done that for her because he knew humans liked to be wined and dined and that’s one way of showing affection towards them, but he never thought he’d be at the receiving end of it, “I even gave Eddie some chorizos I chopped up for the pizza. I’m not sure if you usually feed him dog food and last night was an exception, but he seemed hungry and I didn’t want to call just to ask that. You did mention you were busy…”

Harry didn’t know how to handle the intensity of all he was feeling. She was being so considerate. He looked over to his nephew who seemed to be very content and properly pampered, and then to the pizza sitting on the middle of the small round table she had in her just as small kitchen- and the two plates she’d set out for them, and he felt his heart ache. In the best way.

He wanted to kiss her and dote on her and at the very least, have her sit in his lap while they ate- but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he did and he wanted to show his appreciation. So he sat down when she gestured for him to do so and watched her slice the pizza and serve him a hefty one.

The truth was, Harry was hungry, he’d not had time to eat anything the whole day with how he’d rushed to get everything done. So after she sat down after placing a slice on her own plate, he dug in and asked for another before Y/N could even finish chewing her second bite. 

It wasn’t bad- Y/N didn’t think so, but it wasn’t so good that she’d have ever imagined Harry inhaling it the way he did, “Oh, my. That’s quite the appetite.”

Harry knew she probably wasn’t used to people eating as fast and even as much as he did, but he also knew she ate very little herself so he wasn’t feeling too guilty when a little while later, Y/N was struggling to finish her second slice and he was finishing off the rest of the pizza. 

She really couldn’t eat another bite, and seeing how he seemed to like it so much, she leaned across the table and fed him the last bit she had left. Harry happily accepted, making sure to grab her hand by the wrist and kiss every one of her fingertips, “Thank you. I was quite hungry indeed.”

She chuckled, trying to come back to her senses after his loving gesture, “Yeah. I could tell. I’m glad. Shall we go? I’m excited to see your place, not gonna lie,” she beamed.

Harry was happy to see her so excited about this. Setting aside his own apprehension about it, the fact that she wanted to go into his den spoke volumes about how open she was to taking things further with him. She wanted to be in his presence just as much as he craved hers, and the thought of having her all to himself behind closed doors on what was essentially now his territory made him quite excited as well. More than excited by the way he was swelling up in his pants already in anticipation.

He knew of course that she still hadn’t finished her period, but by the scent he could pick up on her he could tell it wasn’t nearly as heavy a flow as the previous day. Which probably meant she was nearing the end of it and maybe also that she’d soon finally let him stick his nose against her clit and his tongue in her pussy.

Yes, he was quite ready for dessert. 

*

Stepping into his apartment, Y/N was surprised. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but for some reason, it wasn’t this. The space was very nicely decorated, but it was such a far cry from his cabin that it was taking her a moment to recognize that Harry was, in fact, also a far cry from the mysterious man in the woods she’d met initially. 

Of course, there had been signs- his designer clothes, his cars, but this apartment was really something else.

But it was nice. It was much nicer than Y/N’s and it was bigger. It had large windows, a nice kitchen (with a dishwasher!), and even a small terrace overlooking the forest. The view was incredible. 

She walked around and looked at the walls where there were bare nails sticking out, a spot where a frame had been taken down. She noted the tchotchkes that were scattered in a large built-in bookshelf in the wall that led into the dining area. He had ceramic figurines of sports players, a family of peanut people with top hats and canes, and even various kinds of wolves. There were also medical books and books on naturopathy, which could explain Harry’s understanding of what to forage to help her with her wounds when she’d been injured.

Harry noticed her scrutiny right away. Of course, she’d know this place wasn’t him. She already had a good sense about him and this place didn’t quite fit. So, he decided to distract her, “I’m, uh, actually planning on moving. I’m thinking of buying a house in the city. I’ve known this for quite a while now so that’s why it’s not fully decorated- I figured it wasn’t worth the time and money if I was gonna move out soon, anyway.”

This was his idea of not fully decorated? Her own place must’ve seemed like a sad joke to him, “I think it’s lovely. Looks really homey. Not your typical bachelor pad.”

Not to say that it looked as though a woman lived in it, either. But it was much different to some of her exes’ places if anything. 

“Thank you.”

Harry showed her around and was wary of Edward following around too much when this was supposed to be his home. He shot him a look, urging him to go sit on the sofa in the living room and his nephew complied, he was getting sleepy as it was.

Y/N turned to find Harry standing very close. She looked up at him as he took her overnight bag from her hand, bringing it to the bedroom. Y/N followed. Still taken aback by the whole place. It just hadn’t been what she envisioned, though, she seemed to have gotten him pegged wrong from the start.

“Oh! A picture of Niall…” Y/N said as she picked up the frame off the dresser. 

Harry turned and realized he had forgotten to put that away. He shook his head, “Yeah, he gave that to me as a gift. Thought it was funny so I just kept it up,” another lie.

At least it was a picture of someone Harry knew. That did seem like something normal, somewhat.

Harry led her out to the balcony with a loveseat and small table. He turned on the little twinkle lights.

“This view is amazing. I bet you love just sitting here and looking into the woods from this perspective. It’s so high up. I’ve never seen it like this before,” Y/N stood and leaned over the railing taking in the sight. Even with the sun having gone down, the moon shone over the forest and lit up the trees and dark woods from above.

Harry sat down and watched the girl take it in. He really did like the view, though he didn’t get to see it as often as she thought, being that this was Niall’s balcony. He much rathered the view with her in the middle of it, though. Especially with her plump ass front and center.

Y/N eventually joined him on the loveseat and they quietly enjoyed the night sky and the viewpoint of the preserve from their spot. Well, Y/N enjoyed it. Harry tried not to stare but he couldn’t help himself. He loved her profile and how she seemed so entranced by the forest. He’d always admired her love for nature and her innate connection to it, but he also felt quite aroused as well. Just having her here in “his place” where he knew they’d be sleeping next to one another again had him struggling to keep his erection down. 

Now, Harry was usually pretty horny naturally. As a single, male alpha… he had a very high sex drive and so that was normal. But what wasn’t normal was how intense it had been lately. His assumption was that it was because of Y/N. Just her presence, the heat from her body, her scent… 

Silence surrounded them. It was comfortable and satisfying sitting next to one another overlooking the forest together. 

Taking the spectacular panoramic view of the preserve in, her mind wandered off to what was happening deep within it, and what Karl had told her before Harry picked her up at the station. She remembered the sense of urgency she had upon hearing about all that, and how she wanted to reach out immediately and make sure Harry was alright. His cabin was right smack in the center of all that wolf hyperactivity. But it was just a matter of luck and good timing, otherwise, she was sure he wouldn’t be standing next to her right now, unscathed, and none the wiser, since nobody knew about him and his cabin. Because she’d kept it a secret instead of doing the right thing.

Harry could sense her change in demeanor, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact, “I heard that there was something going on in the forest. Wolf hyperactivity. Attacks. Maybe a couple of different packs of wolves feuding. Supposedly there was a lot of blood, but no bodies recovered.”

Harry perked a brow and frowned, “Oh? Who told you this?”

“My co-worker Karl. They found traces of whatever was left of the attack. He said it was good, perhaps, that I couldn’t patrol during the time I was on office duty. That it seemed to be a bit dangerous right now…”

He nodded and responded with a grunt. 

“Have you been to the cabin lately?” Y/N turned her body to look at Harry in question.

“It’s been a bit. Haven’t been around during any wolf activity as far as I know. If that’s what you’re asking.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m… I’m just worried. Maybe it’s best for you to stay away from the cabin for the time being? Just to be on the safe side.”

Harry stared at the girl in amusement, “Are you worried that I’ll be attacked by wolves?” He wasn’t in the least worried about the lesser, unevolved species. When he was in his shifted form, he was as large as a Kodiak bear, with impenetrable skin, and unmatched speed. A pack of wolves was no challenge for him.

“I am. Your cabin is so deep into the woods, and off the trail. That’s wolf territory. That’s where they are most active. You remember what happened to me and I got lucky that they were scared off by you. But I’m sure of it, those wolves that approached me were involved in this because it’s not a common thing... And those wolves roam close to your cabin, Harry.”

His features softened from amusement to gratitude. This girl cared for him. She wanted him to keep safe. She was sharing with him knowledge about possible danger in order to keep him unharmed. It was the first time Harry had really felt such concern and care from anyone.

Being an alpha, he never had much to worry about. He could shift and take out nearly any obstacle with ease. He was amongst the largest of the wild beasts in his shifted form, and far stronger than any of them. He never needed anyone to care and worry for him. And nobody had. Everyone knew that he could fend for himself and no harm could come his way. It was implied that he was the one to be feared, not the other way around.

But having this sweet and fragile human with her smooth skin and big round eyes having any concern for his wellbeing, well�� Harry was stunned. His heart fluttered in gratitude of the feeling of being cared for. A feeling so novel to him. Someone actually thought of him and worried about him. Y/N thought of him and worried about him. Wanted him safe. Wanted him whole. 

“I’ll hold off going to the cabin until you let me know it’s safe. Thank you for telling me,” Harry was feeling soft warmth emanating from his core. A fuzzy and comfortable feeling he’d never experienced. This girl was doing things to him that he’d never had the honor of experiencing. He’d only ever heard of them from others lucky enough. He felt like he could purr.

“Good. I just… I would worry about you so much if you went to your cabin right now. When Karl told me about the attacks I wanted to call you right away to make sure you were safe…” she trailed off.

Harry reached over and took her hand into his. He needed to be in contact with her. He was overwhelmed with delicate emotions he rarely got to experience.

“My predecessor… the ranger I replaced… he was killed in one of these attacks. Quite viciously so. Because he didn’t keep his distance, although he knew better… But he was convinced something was amiss since wolves are not naturally like this. So he went poking his nose where he shouldn’t have, and ended up killed to the point he was barely recognizable when they finally found him in an extensive search party… “

Harry raised an eyebrow at what she was telling him. So she knew about that. And even so, she’d gone looking and trekked up to his cabin, not once, but twice. She was quite the brave little thing. If a bit reckless.

“Karl told me something that really stuck with me. He said this is their territory, the wolves’. And he warned me not to be a hero. So I’m saying the same to you. The way you saved me when I was cornered was so brave, but it could’ve ended up so badly for you. I’m so grateful that you did that… but I can’t help but think- what if they hadn’t backed off? What if I had to watch you get torn to pieces? The way you just confronted them– I dunno if that came from an adrenaline rush or what, but please, don’t try that again. If you ever come across wolves just go the other way as quietly as possible. Usually, they mind their own business unless threatened. But I’m beginning to think the ranger before me was right… that’s unusual behavior for wolves to just attack like that… They’re wild animals, though, at the end of the day. And they’re unpredictable… Promise me you’ll stay safe?”

Harry felt his heart swell in his chest at that. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of being cared for in this manner. He never thought something like this could make him feel his way- instead of being offended by her lack of confidence in his ability to fend for himself and protect her, he felt gratitude for her concern for his wellbeing. After all, she didn’t know what he was and that this was of no concern to him- least of all the mutts that tried attacking her that were just regular wolves. She didn’t know his true power. She thought of him as just Harry- the man that selflessly saved her life. And it made him feel small, for maybe the first time ever. That man would’ve been a bigger hero than what he actually was. For the first time, he wished he was just that. A man.

“I promise. Unless it’s to protect you,” he squeezed her hand and watched her smile in relief. He wished he could be the man she thought he was. Instead… he was the very thing her colleague had warned her of. He’d lured her into his lair, and she blindly followed him. Mistaking him for her savior, when in fact… he was the predator.

The moon was a waning crescent, but very bright. So bright that any stars near were not visible. Harry sighed and felt the need to share something with her. A truth. It was a way for him to feel a little better about all the lies he’d been telling her, but also to allow her in a little more.

“The cabin was my father’s. Built before that part of the land was federally protected, he’d inherited it from his father before him. That’s why there’s no bathroom or running water. It was just meant to be a place of solitude. Of quiet. A place no one else would ever find. My father, brother, and I were the only ones that knew about it. We’d hunt and then stay at the cabin. Or we’d just go to be alone. And that’s what it is to me today. A place of rest. To be away from everyone.”

Y/N watched Harry as he spoke. So it was built before that part of the preserve was federally cordoned off. It made some sense. She still had questions but this was something. She thought Harry had built it there as some kind of hideout for his illegal dealings. Perhaps she’d been wrong. 

Harry looked at her with a smirk, “It was a place of quiet. That is until you happened upon it,” he tugged at her hand he was still holding and she pulled away, laughing.

“Oh really? So now it’s ruined because someone was just doing her job?” She felt a small bit of guilt at that. She found it because she’d used the chip to locate Eddie’s near-location. Something she had yet to tell Harry.

“I wouldn’t say ruined. But very few people have ever known about this place and now you you know of its location. All because you were stalking me.” Harry grinned and then looked back out to the forest.

“Was not! Oh, come on. If anything you were stalking me. That day at the lake? Yeah…” Y/N leaned back into the seat and set her gaze toward the darkness of the woods with a small smile.

Harry chuckled as he stretched his arms out, one going over the seatback behind her, and shifted himself so he could get closer to the girl sitting next to him. She turned to look at him as he was adjusting his position and moving in closer to her.

“Are you making a move on me, Harry?” She giggled.

“What if I am?” 

“Well, you’re kind of being coy. Are you trying to be a gentleman?”

“I’m always a gentleman, aren’t I?

“I wouldn’t say that after this morning.”

“What do you mean?” Harry moved his hand to the back of her neck, softly rubbing at the nape of her hairline.

“I just mean… well… you know,” Y/N laughed.

“No. I don’t. Tell me. What did I do that wasn’t perfectly gentlemanlike?”

Y/N hoped he would just catch her drift. But of course, here he was making her spell it out for him, though she knew he was teasing. He knew exactly what she meant.

Leaning in and speaking low she said, “You finished all over me this morning,” her words came out in a small laugh.

Harry smirked and with his free hand he rubbed the edges of his lips and then brought his hand down to her knee, his other hand still at the back of her neck now gently squeezing, “If I recall correctly, you asked me to. I was just doing as I was told.”

Y/N snorted a laugh but bit her lip at the proximity. God how she wished she wasn’t on her period still (she’d even checked before leaving her apartment, hoping that there was nothing, but the small bit of blood told her she was still at the tail end).

“What’s funny? Was it funny when you wiped my cum and sucked it into your mouth?”

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head with her eyes rounded. His quiet, deep voice was sending shockwaves down her spine. 

“No? Well was it funny when I nipped at your breast? Did it leave a funny mark?” Harry licked his lips, enjoying the way Y/N began to squirm in her seat just a little.

Y/N shook her head again, “No,” the word peeped out of her mouth.

“Well, then what was it, kitten? Tell me what was funny. Tell me what I did that wasn’t perfectly chivalrous.”

“Harry-” Y/N’s words came out in a breath and Harry swallowed thickly at her plea. God, she was so good for him. 

“What? Tell me what it is you want to say.” Harry’s hand on her knee began to move upward slowly, leaving goosebumps in its path up to the hem of her shorts. 

She looked down at his hand and then back to him, “Let’s go to bed. It’s late.”

Harry’s brows shot up, not expecting her to move it to the bedroom but he was on board. He stood quickly and pulled Y/N up. Walking back inside from the balcony into the bedroom, Harry drew the girl into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. He moved her to the bed and climbed over her body, his lips attaching to her neck in bruising nips.

Harry pushed himself up and brought his hands down to the hem of her shirt, “Let’s see that funny mark I made, shall we?”

Y/N smiled and nodded as she watched him lift her shirt and then take his time, moving his fingers over her stomach and up to her rib cage, thumbing at the bottom of her bra-covered tits.

But he paused when he realized she was still wearing the necklace with his rings on the chain, lying in between her breasts. Harry lifted the rings up and looked at Y/N. She wanted it to be known that she was his. Maybe she didn’t realize it but this was an act of positing. Even if she was wearing the necklace under her shirt, she was conceding to being his with this gesture and claiming him as hers. 

Harry felt his chest pinch again. He had the most perfect mate before him… but she was human. Which meant in order to protect their bond and their relationship, he had to continue lying to her. There was no other way. Disclosing their secret was absolutely forbidden and would’ve gotten her killed off by his kind- try as he might to protect her. This capital rule had no exceptions. Had there been any leeway, people would’ve known of their existence and not just pegged it for a myth, a fable. And even if he were to tell her the truth… she’d never want him. She couldn’t possibly ever love a monster. 

“This is so pretty on you, Y/N. Want you to keep them on,” he spoke quietly as he laid the rings back down over her chest.

Y/N bit her lip. She kind of hoped he’d let her wear them for a bit. Though she knew the rings were expensive, clearly he wasn’t missing them as he’d already replaced the rings with different ones in their place.

Harry raised his brows as he began to slip his thumbs under her bra, “Hold on,” she said as she angled herself upward to unhook it. It would be easier for him to see and more comfortable for her to have her bra off completely.

Y/N slid her shirt off and then promptly got rid of the undergarment, to which Harry just sat back and watched as her soft breasts were set free. 

He put his hands onto her smooth skin and she laid back as he inspected his work, “Would you look at that? A funny mark. Just the size of my mouth right here,” he ghosted his finger over the bruised spot on the underside of her boob before dipping down to kiss it.

Y/N inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She hated that she was on her period. No, despised it. Especially in that moment. But she had another idea. Something else she’d been wanting to do.

Harry gave her breasts ample attention, licking and sucking, flicking and thumbing at each. She was shivering under him. The intensity of his desire for her was felt to her core. She couldn’t explain it but she felt it and she wanted him. All of him.

He began to pull at her shorts to slip them down slowly. Y/N watched as he dragged them off her body until all she was left in were her panties. 

Harry groaned at the sight and put his hands over her hips and squeezed before pushing her thighs apart. And just as he was about to duck down to put his mouth near the fabric of her panties Y/N sat up abruptly, stopping him, “Harry…” she warned with brows raised.

Harry let out a sigh of disappointment and sat back with a frown. He knew that she was still menstruating, of course, he could still smell it on her, but he hoped he’d successfully coaxed her into letting go of the silly notion that this was deterring him in any way. He’d googled a bit about this after she refused him in the morning, just to make sure it wasn’t that unheard of doing this to your partner while on her period- and apparently as long as she was wearing a tampon everything was perfectly sanitary even for their human standards. Of course, Harry would’ve preferred her not wearing any at all but that would’ve been pushing the envelope for her, even he could recognize that. As it was though, he didn’t see why she was resisting this so much. “Y/N, look at you… fuck. You need it, kitten. I can tell. Please. My mouth is watering…” He kept his hands at her hips over her panties and Y/N felt the smallest whimper fall from her lungs. She hadn’t meant to but she was feeling frustrated as well. 

“Next time we see each other. Okay? I promise. But right now… I just… I’m not comfortable with that. But…” She sat up further and gently pulled at his belt loop, “I could give you a little something. Something I’ve been curious about doing.”

Harry closed his eyes and felt his beast grow, as well as his cock. He had wanted to be a gentleman with her, wanted to show her what he could do, be good to her, and make her feel good. But now she was the one initiating and asking for nothing in return. How was he going to be able to control himself?

He brought a hand up to her jaw and looked at her intently, “Something like what?”

“I would really like to have you in my mouth. If you’re okay with that,” her small little smirk at the end was all it took to have Harry’s dick as hard as possible. She was being a little naughty, a little playful. He liked that.

Harry growled and tilted his head back. If he was okay with that. He took a deep breath before looking back at her as she slowly began to undo his button and then the zipper. She looked like she was opening a wrapped gift, anticipation in her eyes, shaky hands.

Harry put his large hand over hers, “You want to suck me off?” His eyes bored into hers. He was controlling his urge to just hold her down and lap at her pussy anyway. He could tell she was turned on, aroused, and he knew he could make her feel good. If she’d just give in… But he’d been warned that that kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable in the human world. If she said no, well, then, he’d have to abide. But it killed him because he could smell it in the air around them and she’d been marked by him with bruises on her neck and her breast. She was even wearing his rings hanging off her precious neck. She was already his. If she were one of his kind she wouldn’t be saying no to him and he’d get to satiate his hunger and fuck her with his tongue.

Y/N moved her eyes to Harry’s and nodded, “Please?”

Harry blinked and he nearly lost it at her tiny, please. How could he deny her if she wanted it so badly? When she begged him like that?

And he could use another release at the hands of his human. 

Harry leaned back and helped her pull his pants down. He kept his eyes on her and her tits with the rings dangling off the chain in between as she moved to peel his jeans down his legs. 

And he was solid and thick as he could be already. Y/N swallowed and looked up at him as she placed herself in between his legs, staying on her bent knees and putting her hands on his thighs. Harry pulled his t-shirt off and over his head and cupped her cheek in his palm, “Because you asked so nicely. See what you do to me?”

Y/N’s lips parted and she nodded. She kept her eyes on Harry as she grasped onto his thick circumference and leaned over his tip to spit over him before smoothing her saliva down his hard length. She had to spit a few times to cover the expanse of him and Harry was already groaning as she continued to work him with her hand, preparing him and herself for what was about to happen.

And now, with her eyes on his big cock she felt the daunting task before her closing in. He really was very big. She’d slept with a handful of guys and all had been average in size, pretty comparable to one another, perfectly fine. But she also had seen porn and knew how large some men could be. Sometimes it seemed exaggerated how thick and long they were. But then there was Harry. In the flesh, right before her eyes. Far bigger than she’d ever seen. She moaned at how beautiful he was when she leaned down to kiss his tip and Harry keened, sucking in a sharp breath as the rings on the necklace swayed and softly tapped against his balls. She hadn’t even done much but Harry was already being knocked over the edge.

Y/N kept her hand pumping along his shaft as she tongued at his slit and looked up at him. She could tell he was really liking it. She’d barely even gotten started and he was mumbling and panting already. She smiled as she flattened her tongue over the skin on the underside of his cock and licked upward toward his head, flicking and swirling around the top. 

Harry had never seen anything so hot in his life. His girl with his cock in her hand and her tongue licking at his tip while her eyes were on him and her tits bare for him to see. His mouth dropped open as she wrapped her lips around him and swirled her tongue over his tip. She’d rendered him silent at that. 

Y/N wasn’t sure how she’d fit him in, but she’d give it a go. In fact, she was almost positive, she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way down her throat. He was so thick and long. Just putting her mouth over his head and slipping her lips down past his frenulum was a feat. But she wanted to make him come again. Loved how he felt in her mouth, even if he was thick. Her tongue glossed along his smooth skin and the ridges along his cock had her squeezing her thighs tight.

Moving her mouth down further, she slacked her jaw as much as possible but it was quite difficult to keep her teeth away from him.

Harry carded his fingers into her hair and gathered her strands to the side so he could get a proper look. He’d imagined it so many times and now it was really happening. She had her pretty soft lips wrapped around his cock, and it only made it appear even bigger, which he somehow found very amusing. Watching her struggle to take him had his heart pounding. His little human was giving it her all and it was absolutely the best blow job he’d ever had, hands down. It didn’t matter if she couldn’t take him all the way, that only made it hotter for Harry.

“Don’t worry if your teeth get me a little, oh ffffuckk…” She sucked particularly hard when he started to give her guidance and he groaned at the way his skin was pulled into her mouth.

Y/N pulled her lips off him as Harry kept his fingers in her hair, “I’m trying really hard not to, but you’re just so big, Harry. Is it okay?”

Harry clenched his jaw and nodded, “Fuck, kitten. It’s perfect.”

Y/N grinned at him and licked her lips to get back to it. Opening wide she lowered over him again and led with her tongue as she smoothed it down his cock and deep into her mouth as far as she could take it until her gag reflex began to activate.

He tasted nice and he smelled even better. She’d never sucked someone off and enjoyed the way they tasted and smelled as much as this. Harry’s cock and the hair around his base all smelled very natural and clean to her. Very pleasing. 

Y/N moved a hand down as she sucked him and grazed her fingertips over his balls. His balls were also pretty. Just like his cock. They were full and tight against his body.

She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as she got him a touch deeper. Her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and down his shaft and over the hand she had working his base, as she palmed his balls with her other hand.

Harry started to breathe deeply and rhythmically. His body was beginning to flush with heat and his heart was going wild in his chest. She had her eyes closed as she worked to take him down her throat and every time she gagged a little and swallowed around his tip he could feel his precome leak out a bit.

Harry suddenly bucked upward into her mouth as he gasped when she squeezed his balls just a bit. He loved it - he couldn’t control his movements. But it did cause Y/N to gurgle and he felt her teeth slip against his skin, which he also didn’t mind if he were being honest. In fact, he’d never had a blowjob where some teeth weren’t involved. He was too big for it not to happen and he felt like it was a kind of badge of honor. 

“Sorry, kitten. You’re doing so well. Couldn’t help it.”

Y/N blinked her watering eyes and lifted off of him with a smile as she caught her breath for a bit. She looked back down at his cock covered with her saliva and kissed the vein on the underside and upward toward his head before putting him back into her mouth, sucking and lapping at him.

“Oh fffuck… good girl.”

Y/N moaned at his praise and looked up at him. His irises were getting lighter, brighter around his enlarged pupils but then he suddenly closed his eyes and pushed her head down the smallest bit. He wanted her deeper so she lowered herself as much as possible, gagging around him, more tears falling from her lash line and onto her cheeks. But she enjoyed this. She liked that he seemed to love it so much.

There was no way she’d be able to take his full length. She kept her hand at work at his base as she used her lips and her tongue and her throat to the best of her ability.

When she felt Harry begin to tremble the slightest she sucked harder and tried to move along his shaft as quickly as her neck allowed. She realized the rings on the necklace were swaying as she increased her speed. She couldn’t wait to drink him down. 

Harry’s grip on her hair began to hurt just a little but she wouldn’t stop him. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing. And she was enjoying the sting of it too, if anything, it spurred her on.

Harry was simply gone. He had to keep his eyes closed because he felt himself begin to tip and he knew his irises would give him away. The wet sound of Y/N’s mouth over him and her soft gurgles as she got deeper were so hot. Harry was losing control with her. He knew he was holding her hair quite tight but it was the only thing keeping him sane. The way his cock was being engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth had him imagining what it might feel like to have it stuffed into her pussy. And the smell of her own arousal and her saliva thick on his shaft and dripping down into his pubic hair was so delicious.

“Oooh… perfect, yesss… fuck me!” Harry praised. He was trying to keep himself together and not give in to his typical response to being sucked on. He wanted to press her back down into the mattress and fuck her mouth, cram himself down into her throat as far as he could go, then place his large palm overtop of it to feel himself invade her esophagus and watch as she gagged. But he didn’t think she could handle him like that. And watching her was out of the question because it was too risky with his eyes glowing golden no doubt.

Harry’s slight thrusts into her mouth and his quivering body told her he was close. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she gave it her all, taking him further than she thought was possible and choking before pulling up a few inches for air. She kept her mouth and her hand working him, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and then continued trying to get him deeper.

“Holy fuck… I’m gonna come, kitten, right there!” Harry coughed out a loud moan and threw his head back, fucking himself upward into her mouth, unable to stop himself as he felt her suck hard and swallow around his tip. Harry’s hips stuttered as heat poured from his slit, coating her mouth and throat.

Y/N choked him down as his warm come flooded into her. She felt her clit pulse and her pussy clench at the noises he was making. Even though it was rather uncomfortable having his cock so deep in her throat she loved this. She loved that she had done this to him. He was a blubbering mess, shaking and whining as she milked him of every drop. 

Moaning around his cock she pulled up, keeping her lips wrapped around him as he continued to pour himself into her. She did her best to swallow all of him, but his load was quite immense. He had come a lot. Kind of like he’d just done that morning, spraying his come all over her body the way he had. He must have been so pent up and needed a release to ejaculate as he had. Or maybe it was a sign of how healthy and virile he was. 

When Harry’s hips stilled and his moans quieted, he released her hair from his grip and gently brushed at her temple, the ache in his fingers alerting him he must’ve lost control there for a bit. He’d tried his best to keep himself in check for her sake, but she just knew how to push all his buttons. He was still breathing heavily and his body was practically dissolved into the bed below him. 

Y/N brought her mouth off of him and then licked up and down his shaft to get the rest of his come. She had some kind of need to make sure none of it went to waste, which normally she couldn’t be bothered with. But with Harry, it was as if his sperm was sacred. 

Harry kept his eyes closed as he allowed his brain and his body to sync back up. He could feel her soft tongue licking him up and he adored the way it felt. Loved that she wanted to lick all of him up and swallow it down. His kitten.

When she was satisfied that she’d cleaned him all up she sat up and put her hands on the insides of his thighs with a proud smile. She scraped her fingers down over his wolf tattoo and along the other side.

Harry opened his eyes and saw the look on her face. She should be proud. She was so pretty too, sitting there in between his legs in just her panties and the necklace along with the small marks on her neck and the one he knew was under her breast that he couldn’t see from his angle. Her face was red and her lips swollen and still wet. She looked like she was all his.

Harry pulled at her hand so she would lay over him and he brought her face to his, pressing his mouth over hers. He put a hand on her bottom and squeezed, feeling her naked breasts and his rings push into his chest. 

Y/N smiled into the kiss and felt Harry’s cock still hard under her hip. She just knew he was the kind of guy who could go until she was satisfied. It was a good sign that he didn’t go soft immediately after orgasm. She imagined riding him long after he’d already come and him bringing her to climax over and over again because of how hard he stayed for her. 

Y/N’s eyes were hooded and Harry could smell how turned on she was. He knew she was ripe for the taking, but he would wait for her permission first. She promised him next time. He could wait if that’s what she wanted. Harry recognized that his little human was the kind who would go after what she wanted, especially in the heat of the moment. The only thing holding her back was her own boundaries of which he was careful not to overstep. That’s one thing he loved about her, after all. Her stubbornness and the way she defied him at times. He wasn’t used to being told no, but when she did it, for some reason it just made him want her more.

Harry pinched her bottom, just under the fabric of her panties and she giggled, trying to push him away but he tightened the grip of his arm draped over her back.

“Mmm… where do you think you’re going? Can’t escape me,” Harry laughed as he pinched her again causing her to laugh loudly and thrash in his arms.

Y/N pushed herself up a bit more and looked down at her man. Yeah, she felt like he was hers. She dipped back down to kiss him, slower this time, really savoring it, and he responded in kind.

She didn’t want to escape him. 

*

Harry jumped out of bed at the dreadful sound. Never in his life had he been so rudely awakened, and he already had Niall’s funeral proceedings planned as he started inspecting for the source of the sound. Was this some sort of a prank? Was it a fire alarm? Was it neighbors? What was–

Y/N groaned loudly, fumbling for her phone on the nightstand before she realized it wasn’t there- neither the phone nor the nightstand. Standing up abruptly, she remembered where she was and most importantly- remembered she’d left her phone in her backpack at the entrance. 

She heard Eddie bark and growl, which was a rare occasion- she’d very seldom heard him emit any sort of sound.

Getting up, she noticed Harry was already awake since he wasn’t in bed but he quickly came into view as she made her way down the hallway. He was stark naked and shushing the pup that was growling at the backpack and probably meaning to shred it to pieces by the looks of him.

“Ugh. Sorry. I’ll turn it off–”

Y/N hurried to fumble for her phone and made sure she didn’t accidentally snooze the alarm. It was quite loud- simply because she was a sound sleeper, and she needed something guaranteed to wake her up for work.

Harry frowned watching her turn it off, “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Answer it?”

“The phone call.”

“Oh– oh, it wasn’t, it was just my alarm, silly,” she giggled taking in his confused expression.

“Alarm?”

“Yeah. What, don’t tell me you’re one of those that wakes up naturally in the mornings.”

Harry was growing more and more confused, “...What if I am?”

Y/N scoffed smilingly, “Of course you are. You could’ve turned it off, you know. I don’t mind you going through my stuff- not that it’s ever stopped you before,” she added, tongue in cheek. “Especially since it seemed to have upset Eddie,” she pouted, crouching and taking the pup into her arms, “Did it scare you, buddy? Hm?” She snuggled him to her chest, rubbing her cheek against its fur.

Harry found it endearing that she thought an alarm scared his nephew, but he left it at that. The sight of her doting on him was having a weird effect on him. One he hadn’t ever experienced before. Usually, he would feel a pang of jealousy at her showering Edward with affection- as puerile as it sounded- but this time around, he looked at the scene before him in a totally different light. 

And he couldn’t allow thoughts like that. Simply because it was something that could never happen.

“Harry?”

He stopped picking at his lower lip, realizing she’d asked him something “Hm?”

“I asked, will you take Eddie out while I get ready for work? I’d join you but you live further away from the preserve and I forgot to adjust my alarm accordingly- I don’t wanna be late…”

“Of course.”

She placed the pup down and made her way back to the bedroom to get her toiletries out of the overnight bag she’d brought along, “And put some clothes on!”

*

When Harry dropped her off at work he saw Nick open the station door as she walked away from his car. He rolled his window down and waved, “Oh, hey Mickey!”

He drove off before the guy could say anything back but he knew by the look on his face that pissed him off. Which brought joy to him. He couldn’t stand the asshole. 

But the further away Harry drove the more his chest pinched and his gut felt heavy. He felt in almost physical pain. His head began to pound. His instinct was to turn back around and bring Y/N back to Niall’s with him. He didn’t want to be without her. His body began to ache when he was away from her. And the thought of her being anywhere near Nick, or any other male for that matter made his blood boil. 

And just before he got back to the apartment it dawned on him what was happening. He was beginning his rut. 

He had been displaying the signs for a few days now. He should have known when he was dreaming of her in his sleep. And how hard he’d come from just her hand and then her mouth when she hadn’t even taken him in all the way. But the way he orgasmed it was quite the lewd scene. She couldn’t even drink it all down in one go. And then of course his incessant need to be around her and mark her… Not to mention the way he felt earlier that morning watching her snuggle Edward in her arms, imagining her with their own pups, knowing full well, rationally, that that could never happen. His rut was accentuating all these urges in him.

He groaned at the luck. He was going to be starting his rut and he wouldn’t have a warm body to get him through this one. No sweet and meek omega to take care of him while he needed release after release this time.

Normally he could slide through his rut without much issue as long as he had a somebody with him. This one, however, he knew would be torture. Because he wasn’t interested in anyone but Y/N helping him through it. It could only be Y/N.

Being an alpha meant that Harry would get his rut about every 4 months. This one had come a bit early. He expected it to happen soon, but not so quickly. He pondered that it was possible this was triggered because of Y/N. Because of his sudden feelings and need for her. Maybe due to her own cycle and hormones even, his body responding to hers as though she were a mate in heat.

And he’d been through ruts where he didn’t have a partner or someone to help bring him through it. While it wasn’t that fun, his ruts had never incapacitated him. He would usually warn everyone to keep their distance, spend his days in masturbating, having food delivered (if he was at his home), running through the woods, and sleeping. 

But now that he’d found Y/N? Someone he wanted to be around and love on. Someone that made his entire body buzz with excitement and a sense of completion he wasn’t sure how he’d handle going through this without at least having her close to him. Even just to have her calming and warm scent would make him feel better. He’d need to go cold turkey until his rut was over.

He just had one problem. Edward. His nephew sat looking at him curiously.

“How would you like to stay with Y/N for a few days? I bet she’d love to have you around.”

Edward cocked his head and puffed out a tiny growl.

“Sorry, little dude. You gotta give me some space for a few days. I’ll tell her to give you extra treats and to leave the TV on the Nickelodeon channel when she’s gone. But you don’t have a choice.”

During Harry’s last rut, poor Edward had to put up with Harry. He rode it out at his cabin but he had no one to take care of his nephew. No one he trusted. Harry’s uncle lived too far away so he was forced to keep Edward during it. The little one wasn’t safe with anyone else. So Harry pushed through. He was irritable, only taking care of himself behind closed doors, and he was going out often to shift and run off his pent-up energy. 

But now his body was craving someone specific. His natural instincts to mate and mark and claim had been going wild since meeting Y/N. And if he was already feeling miserable being away from her for less than an hour, he couldn’t imagine how he’d feel once his rut was in full swing.

He considered calling Niall again for more advice but he knew that he was going to be on his own. He’d push through it like he always did if he was by himself. It would be a hard one, but on the other side, he had Y/N to look forward to and finally being allowed to part her slippery crease with his mouth and dig his tongue into her flesh. 

It would have been so nice, so satisfying to shove his face between her thighs and dine, but he’d have to wait until his rut was over. To his absolute dismay. It would have been too much for her. Harry knew that during his rut he tended to act a bit more like his wolf nature than his human nature. He could be a bit rough. He’d bite her neck and her tits, probably pull her hair, and he’d want her outstretched for him and to be at the ready for his cock at a moment’s notice. He certainly wouldn’t let her go to work. And he’d have a hell of a time controlling his knot with her around. He’d want to knot in her and she wouldn’t be prepared for that. It would probably scare her. And then there was the matter of his eyes…

Instead, Harry started imagining what he’d finally do once his rut was over. He’d have her naked on his bed spread apart for him while he walked around her slowly, assessing her every curve and watching as her breaths got deeper and more rapid. He’d circle her with calculated steps, sizing her up like a predator. And then he’d pounce on her just when she started to wonder if he was going to do anything at all. 

Harry diverted his gaze to his nephew and grunted as he got up to go into the bedroom to be alone. He needed to work out this little fantasy as his dick was already pushing at the front of his pants. His rut wasn’t even technically started yet and he was already having difficulty keeping his thoughts PG. 

Harry grabbed a towel on his way into the bedroom and once the door was closed behind him his pants were pulled off and he crawled up on the bed imagining he was crawling up to his mate, to Y/N. Her scent was still on the sheets and the pillow she laid her head on. He pulled the pillow up to his nose and kneed himself over the towel and began stroking himself, pulling at his cock slowly.

The very second he’d stuff his face into her cunt she’d be gone for him. She’d see just what he could do. He was not worried about all the niceties of the human world when it came to getting nasty. He wanted her smeared all over his face. He’d push his nose into her clit and suck her natural lubrication into his mouth with a big slurp. Pressing his tongue into her entrance to reach in and taste as much of her as possible she’d whine and grab his hair, pull him in further because she’d only want more.

He’d bite the inside of both of her thighs, the softest part, pinching just a little but leaving a bruise and a mark that would make her off limits to anyone that stepped in close to her. If they couldn’t smell his claim on her, they’d be sure to see it.

She’d squirm and beg him for more so he’d go in with his finger and slurp at her hard, keeping his eyes on her face and watch her mouth part and her tongue peek out as she gasped and yelped, and reached out to tug at his roots the way he so liked.

Harry spit the saliva that had gathered in his mouth over his cock and began to pull at himself harder and faster. He ached and his body felt like it was going to crack if he didn’t come soon. He squeezed his eyes closed as he imagined her face and the smile she’d have on her mouth after he’d make her come over and over again. He would too. He would make sure she was a sloppy mess before he fucked her. He’d get her ready properly for his big cock and she’d have to grip onto his forearms as he sunk down into her for the first time. She’d be silent, with her mouth dropped wide open as she felt him enter her cunt adjusting to his size slowly. 

He’d be sure to slip his fingers over her clit gently while he was working her open and she’d shiver and whimper until he could begin languid strokes, moving himself into her and watching his cock disappear into her tiny tight pussy. And he’d have to take it easy on her. She was delicate. Her little opening wouldn’t be used to a man his size, but she’d soon feel how incredible it was to be stuffed with him.

Harry groaned as he felt himself begin to tip. Precome dripped out from his slit as he hastened his strokes, thumbing into his slit, his hips stuttering. He dropped the pillow and angled himself to pour onto the towel as he pumped his shaft and squeezed at his tip. His breaths got heavy and he imagined her turning over for him, her plump ass on display with her pussy lips peeking out from her thighs, dripping and ready for more of him.

Biting his lip to keep quiet he yanked hard and felt his balls tighten with his orgasm. Ropes of come spurted onto the towel under him, one palm down on the mattress to hold himself up and his other hand working his cock to empty himself, imagining he was emptying into Y/N’s fragrant cunt. Just imagining how they would smell together, both of their releases mingled and melted together made his mouth water. 

When he’d drained his cock completely, Harry felt his heart rate slow. He stayed on all fours over the towel for a few moments to gather himself. It was an intense orgasm. One he knew was just a glimpse of what was to come for him in the following days. He couldn’t delay in getting his shit together before his rut began because if he saw her during it he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from giving into his darker desires. 

*

Coming back from patrol that afternoon just before clocking in, Y/N was feeling grand. She’d missed this- missed trekking, missed the forest, missed the big outdoors. And maybe she was seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses, she could admit. She knew it was probably not wise- but she couldn’t help how rapidly her feelings were deepening for Harry. This was well beyond just a crush now. She could barely unlatch him from her when he drove her into work that morning. He was so touchy and seemed so sad to part with her. And she was sad too, to know she’d be going back that evening to an empty apartment. She’d gotten used to his presence, as well as Eddie’s. Again, she knew it wasn’t wise to get attached like this so soon- but she just had no way of stopping herself from falling. 

It really had just been the best day. Nick had barely spoken to her other than to comment that he wondered why her car had been in the lot for two nights and now he knew why. She ignored him. It wasn’t his business and she really just didn’t give a fuck about what he thought of Harry any more. 

She kept the necklace on under her uniform and felt the rings tap against her breasts every now and then, a reminder of what she’d just done with him. And now that her period was pretty much over, she was excited to see him again. She hoped soon. 

She tried not imagining how he’d go about it. Eating her out. She knew he’d do it right. Probably go in like a wild animal. There was something so erotic and animalistic about him. He looked like what sex would look like if sex had a human form, she figured. Laughing to herself about the absurdity of her thoughts, Tom peeped his head into the station just as she was grabbing her things to leave for the day, “I believe the same young man who was here for you the other day is out there waiting for you.”

Y/N perked up. Had he come to see her again? Already? She hadn’t expected it so soon. But she wasn’t going to complain. She hurriedly grabbed the remainder of her items and rushed out the door to see him. He was outside of his G-wagon with Eddie.

“Hey! You just couldn’t stay away, huh?” She teased as she walked up to him.

Harry smiled and looked her over. She was so pretty and so perfect. He’d love to have just stolen her away and kept her locked in his den but he couldn’t do that. And just seeing her was making his senses go haywire. He was feeling immediately satiated yet even more hungry for her. 

And like some kind of magnetic pull, he found himself suddenly wrapping his arms around her and putting his nose behind her ear, and inhaling deeply. He wanted to steal her away. Tie her up and bring her back with him. And he had a feeling she’d be into that. Have her think he was just being kinky with her when in reality he’d have her bound up at his mercy in his den. It would be so easy…

Harry backed away and scratched the back of his neck trying to calm himself before his thoughts got too swarthy, “Ehm… so I’ve got a little business trip I have to go on for a few days and was hoping you’d watch Edward while I’m away.” He looked up at her eyes and he nearly just gave in. Wanted to cave and tell her everything, come clean, carry her to his den and fuck her senseless, knot in her and have her ride him like he’d imagined…

“Oh? Yeah, sure. Just a few days then? Are you leaving tonight?”

Harry shook his head of his thoughts. He was losing it fast. He had to get out of there, “Yeah. I’m going this evening. Here…” he turned and picked up a bag, “some of his things. Snacks he likes. I’ve also got an envelope with cash so you can buy him some food. Just ground beef or chicken, rice, mixed vegetables,” Harry began to breathe heavily. His cock was thickening against his will, “uh… off leash for when you take him outside, and while you’re out for the day at work you could put on Nickelodeon for him. He likes the cartoons and shows they have during the day.”

Y/N put her small hand over Harry’s forearm, “Are you okay, Harry?” She could tell he seemed nervous or a little out of it. He was acting quite unusual.

Harry’s gaze dropped to her lips. The ones that had just been wrapped around his cock and sucked on him, drinking his come down like it was her life force. Harry blinked his eyes and pushed the bag toward Y/N, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. I’ve just got to get going. It’s sort of a last-minute thing I hadn’t expected. But you’re okay to watch Edward for me?”

Y/N nodded and looked in the bag and then watched as Harry picked Eddie up and brought him to her car, placing him into her backseat, saying something to him that she couldn’t hear.

Y/N placed the bag into the other side of her backseat and Harry pulled her into his arms again, kissing her cheek rather hastily, and then practically jogged off to his car and pulled away before Y/N even started her own.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you Eddie!”

*

Eddie was quite pleasant. He was rather quiet the first night. She let him sleep with her in her bed and she fed him most of his treats a little too quickly. She intended on spacing them out over the few days but he was so cute with his big eyes looking from the bag on her kitchen counter to her. She knew what he wanted. He was a very good communicator for a pup.

And it was strange to her that Harry specifically requested Nickelodeon, but it turned out that Eddie really did like that channel. Y/N thought perhaps it was the goofy-sounding noises from the cartoons and characters that danced around on the screen. Some canines enjoyed the visual stimulation and the sounds. It wasn’t unheard of for pets to watch TV, though they couldn’t possibly understand what was happening, they could enjoy the sounds and the visuals. 

She also learned that Eddie ate a lot more than a typical pup. By far. He was ravenous. Harry had portioned his meals out and placed them in containers but to Y/N, this was easily double what he needed. But he seemed to be in good shape, a healthy weight. If anything, at this age pups usually grow in size quite rapidly, seemingly from one day to the other, yet despite his appetite Eddie seemed to have maintained the same size as when she’d first seen him in the woods that eventful night. But she wouldn’t question Harry’s methods. Perhaps he was still getting used to pet ownership since he took Eddie into his care not that long ago. And she also found that he wanted his food heated, just as Harry said. She tried giving him a portion of his food in a bowl straight from the fridge but the pup just plopped down and looked up at her like she was crazy.

“Are you serious? You really are spoiled aren’t you?”

But it was the next day when Y/N arrived home after work and realized that Eddie was no longer happy. He was whining and standing at the door. She took him outside thinking he must need to go to the bathroom badly, and while he did do his business on the side of the building he still wasn’t happy. She kept Nickelodian on while she made herself dinner but Eddie stayed by her door and pouted. 

She picked him up and brought him into her arms, stroking his fur, “Poor guy. You’re attached to Harry, aren’t you? He’s a special guy, I know. But he’ll be back soon for you. Okay?”

The only time Eddie wasn’t moping was when she was holding him. He also didn’t eat the following morning. That was a first. Because his big appetite the first evening, and even the second evening made her think he was doing alright. She was concerned when he didn’t eat that second morning.

But she had to go to work, even with a whiney and sad pup in her apartment. She was worried. Would Eddie tear her shoes up and pee all over because he was upset? The little guy was sad and missed Harry. She didn’t know what to do to cheer him up.

That day, she decided to take him with her into work. She placed him in the crate in the medical room, the same one Harry had stolen him from that first night, and told her colleagues she was watching it for a friend. She didn’t miss Nick’s side eye when she said that, he’d probably seen the exchange in the parking lot when Harry had asked her to watch the pup for him. 

But what worried her the most was when she came back from patrol and found him staring at Eddie in the medical room. When she approached him, he looked at her funny, “Don’t you think it kind of looks like a wolf pup?”

“Don’t be silly,” she scoffed. But she took Eddie out of the crate and had him sit in her lap while she finished off some office work before clocking in for the day, away from her colleague’s prying eyes.

But as soon as they got back home and he still refused to eat, she really grew worried. She had no choice. She hated to do it but she had to call Harry. Maybe he’d dealt with this before. His not eating was the more pressing issue, but his apathy was also quite concerning for a pup his age. Maybe there was a trick Harry could share with her. 

But he didn’t pick up. The phone rang and his voicemail answered so she left a message as casually as possible - explaining the problem. He didn’t call her back. So she tried him one more time a couple of hours later just before she was about to get into her bed. But this time, his cell phone didn’t ring and it went directly to his voicemail. As if he’d turned it off after she called him the first time. That didn’t feel good. She wondered if everything was okay with Harry.

*

Harry saw her name light up his screen just as he was getting out of a cold shower. He growled and panted as he lifted his phone up. He nearly answered. Just to hear her voice. Maybe he’d wank off to the sound of her. But he knew it wouldn’t stop there. He couldn’t trust himself enough to even so much as talk to her over the phone. If he were to hear her voice he would plead with her to come over, and once he had her where he wanted her, there would be no stopping him. So he shut his phone off. He couldn’t have that kind of temptation. She was only a call away. A warm pussy to fuck and a sweet scent to feed on. The lilt of her voice and the caress of her hands on him… 

It was lucky he’d just got done knotting into his fist or he might have been tempted to answer and beg her to come over. It was a long one this time. It took almost an hour for his knot to subside. But he fucked his fist with lots of lube over and over again until he was soothed. He’d been knotting all day. Which was annoying. He could control when he knotted and when he didn’t but he found that when he let himself knot his release was so much more powerful and the relief he felt once he’d milked himself and his knot went down was incredible. So he was feeling rather sane when he saw her call come in. Which is why turning his phone off was vital. Before he started to feel that rush of heat spread over his balls and groin again. Which would inevitably come soon.

And this rut had been rough. He had the perfect wank material with Y/N, though. Not that he really even needed material in the state he was in, but just imagining her brought him through it. 

Harry didn’t bother dressing either. Walking around Niall’s apartment with a half-hard cock swaying against his thighs felt much better than having any clothes on. Plus he could grab himself and stroke for relief at will this way. He kept a bottle of lube in the bedroom as well, it had become necessary. Normally it wasn’t too much of a problem for him to just use his spit to slick his cock that way, but he was essentially masturbating all day long, and without lube, he’d certainly chafe himself. 

Harry began a new load of laundry. Sheets and towels. He was doing a new load daily because he was making quite the mess. If he wasn’t in the shower coming on the walls and down the drain, he was coming onto the towels or he’d wake up with come on himself and the sheets after having a wet dream about Y/N. 

And the dreams were so vivid. So real. He could smell her, feel her, taste her. Her tits bounced in his face as he sat her on his lap and made her ride him. He’d hold onto her bottom and help her lift upward and then drop back down over him. And because he was so long she would really have to work her thighs. Her legs would shake and she’d cry out as she came around him. And then he’d flip her over and eat her clean. He’d duck his tongue into her ass and lick her sweat up because they’d both be sweating. He’d give her the workout of a lifetime. 

Harry sighed and put his head back into the couch as he began to squeeze himself once again.

“Fuck…” he moaned. He recalled the way her tits looked with the necklace swaying between them and how her eyes watered as she sucked him.

He stood from the couch with his growing cock in his hands as he headed to the bedroom. Which he’d made like a den. Pillows and blankets and towels. Curtains drawn. Harry squirted plenty of lube into his palm and coated his sensitive cock with the slick and stroked himself. He grabbed the pillow she’d slept on, which was slowly losing her scent, and covered it with a towel, standing over it, feet on the floor. He fantasized that he was fucking down into her as she was lying at the edge of the bed. He was already sweating, his own scent filling his senses. He’d just showered too. But he couldn’t help it. His body’s natural reaction was to release his scent from his sweat and cause his mate to go nuts with him. But he was on his own for this one.

He pumped himself over the pillow and inhaled deeply to get any last bits of her scent, “Fuck, kitten. So wet, so plush, and so breedable…” He groaned into the room in shaky breaths. 

He knew he couldn’t breed her, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. He’d wrap his hands around her neck and fuck her down into the bed, poking her deep with his big cock and make her cry out. It would be a lot for her to take but she’d love it. She would have never had it so good. He couldn’t wait to show her what he could do. 

Harry laid his palm down on the bed, his cock hanging over the towel-covered pillow, his tip grazing the fabric as he lobbed deep tugs up and down to his base, his hips writhing as if he were grinding into her. The feel of the fibers ghosting over his slit made him shiver.

He watched as his tip leaked small streaks of come onto the towel, smearing his sperm into the material as he grunted with each harsh pull and squeeze. He pressed his knees into the side of the bed as his thighs began to quiver, just imagining his sweet human taking him to the hilt. 

Harry gasped as his precome began to leak out faster, the wet spot on the towel where he was pressing his cockhead into felt slippery and warm like he was rubbing one out right against her mouth. She’d open wide and take his load, he’d grab her chin and hold her mouth open so he could see the work as he poured into her.

“Holy fucking shit!” Harry growled deeply and loudly as he burst over the towel, his hips bucking into his fist. His come smeared into his palm and splashed the tiniest bit onto the blanket and then his stomach as he felt his balls swaying with the way he was snapping his hips forward when his knot took again. He smoothed his hand over the sensitive bulb and quickly yanked up and down to empty himself completely. 

It felt good. Thinking of her when he brought himself to orgasm. He didn’t think he could ever imagine anyone else ever again. 

Slipping his hand up and down his swollen cock and knot he continued to give in to his release. He straightened himself out, his first orgasm (of this round) out of the way, he resumed the slow wet, and sloppy strokes, not caring that his come was making a mess on his thighs. He was in the midst of his knot and he knew he was about to be fucking his hand and maybe he’d hump the towel even after getting it wet enough with his come for at least another thirty minutes.

It would be another long night.

*

It was a very long night. Y/N didn’t sleep a wink. Poor Eddie was beside himself. She was relieved she had the day off so she could try and take care of this problem. Eddie had only eaten a few treats here and there, nowhere near his daily intake, and she had half a mind to take him to the vet. The only issue was, she knew Nick was probably right. She’d always suspected Eddie was at least part wolf, and taking him in to get looked at would risk her losing him. She couldn’t even trust their own vet at the station with this. So that left her very few options. She would try stopping at Harry’s since It had been three nights. She didn’t know if he was back or not and he wasn’t answering her texts or her calls. 

So not only was she absolutely beside herself about Eddie, she was very worried about Harry. She could understand that he was busy, but to not call her back at all? She had to at least try. Eddie really missed Harry. And she was growing desperate.

*

Harry was feeling better. He’d been able to enjoy a hot tea and waffles and he’d only masturbated twice in the morning. His head was feeling more level. Perhaps tomorrow he could see Y/N and he’d be all settled by then. He had never had a rut so difficult before. But he was already feeling relief. It was finally coming to an end. Which reminded him he needed to listen to her voicemail and call her back, to let her know he’d be returning tomorrow. Walking into the living area he smelled her. Her scent was strong. Stronger than it had been these past few days but he couldn’t locate the scent in the apartment. 

And it was then he realized, she was near. It was her. He dashed around the apartment to toss the towels into the washing machine and tidy up as much as he could (throwing the tissues away, straightening the blankets and pillow positions on the bed, throwing the lube into the closet), and pulling on a pair of jeans. It was lucky Niall’s place was on the top floor or he wouldn’t have had enough time. But he’d gotten to the most important stuff before he heard a knock at the door.

When he opened the door she was surprised to see him there, “Harry? You’re here?! Oh my god, I was so worried!”

Harry grinned and felt his mouth water. He blinked his eyes and he just couldn’t believe it was her. But why was she here?

Harry pulled her into his arms and he knew he must smell a little. He did shower the night before but hadn’t had the chance that morning and his natural scent was still strong because his rut was not quite over just yet. Which was a problem now that he had his human in his arms, the one he’d been having very depraved fantasies about for days on end. 

“Sorry to worry you.” He said as he closed the door behind himself, keeping her hand in his.

Y/N looked up at him and she was relieved, but she also realized how angry she was feeling about it all, “Why couldn’t you at least have texted me back? How hard was it for you to give me that decency? Harry, I was beside myself and I needed your help with Eddie! He’s not eating and you’ve just been here? What’s going on? What have you been doing that you couldn’t keep in touch with me?” She was riled up. This was a cause for concern. Here he was inside the apartment wearing only his jeans and slightly sweaty, as if he’d been working out. Or doing drugs. Or having sex. None of which were making her feel any better about this whole situation. She needed an explanation, fast. 

Harry licked his lips and tried not to imagine the things he was but her attitude didn’t help anything. He wanted to bend her over the couch and spank her with the way she was speaking to an alpha. 

“I apologize. Please don’t be mad,” he said as cupped her face softly, “I got really sick, couldn’t even go on the work trip, and I didn’t want to call and make you think you needed to take care of me or help so I just… it was dumb. I should have reached out but I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t well. But I’m feeling better today. In fact, I was going to call you here in a bit.”

“You were sick? So you’ve just been here the whole time? I wish you would have called me!” she took note of the state he was in and he did look quite off. He was still handsome, his eyes were glistening, but he was sweating the tiniest bit and his hair was a wavy mess, “You poor thing! Both you and Eddie just needed to be taken care of and-”

Harry cut off her words when he pressed his mouth to hers. He needed to taste her saliva. Needed to have his mouth on hers, “Wished you were here too. But I did not feel well and I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Y/N pushed at him and looked around the living room. It looked a bit messy for what she’d been used to with Harry. He normally seemed quite tidy. There were a couple of glasses and plates sitting out, a blanket on the floor near the couch, and a stray pillow next to the TV stand.

Harry nuzzled his face into her neck and pushed her further into the room, and then planted his mouth over hers again. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself. She was too delectable and she was inside this apartment with a perfectly lovely bed where no one could see or hear them. 

Y/N laughed into his mouth and arched her back away from him.

“Don’t do that. I need you. Please…” He dipped back in for another kiss but she turned her head and giggled.

“But Harry you just said you weren’t feeling well!” She put her hands up to his chest.

Harry shook his head and stuffed his face into her hair and her neck, “I’m already better with you here. I just need a little of your medicine... I want it so bad. Please. I’m gonna feel like a new man as soon as you can let me have some,” his words were muffled as she spoke them into her neck.

Y/N could feel the weight of him leaning into her as he kept her arms around him. It felt like being hugged by someone you hadn’t seen in a long time. Like when her brother returned after being gone for a year on deployment. The feeling of the hug he gave her would never be forgotten. 

And the way Harry was wrapping himself around her like his heart would give out if he had to go without her for even a moment longer, it had her feeling something, Feeling like she needed to help take care of him in some way. Especially with the way he was pleading with her, something she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth.

“Please. You don’t understand,” Harry spoke and then pulled away to look into her eyes, “You promised me.”

Well, when he put it that way, Y/N was powerless to resist. And the way he was touching her and kissing her, even the way he smelled and looked, was making her weak in the knees. She couldn’t believe how fast she’d gone from being upset at him to dampening her panties, but this was just what he did to her. She knew what he wanted.

“Okay,” she agreed in a small voice. She’d never seen that particular look in his eyes when he began walking her back to where she knew the bedroom was. She felt shivers down her spine with the way he was towering over her and wet his lips in anticipation. He looked like he was about to devour her. 

She had no idea.

Chapter 8

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[justmeinatree]

i feel like i don’t see enough louis one shots and it’s criminal😭

could you possibly do a one shot where the relationship between louis and reader is forbidden like reader is one of the boy’s sister and forbids anyone dating her etc. and they sneak around and almost get caught?

love reading your work!!🩵

@tommomylove91

you know what ? it IS fkn criminal !! these requests were mixed together .. they both just seemed to flow together too nicely ! hope you both enjoy ✌️

TW : alcohol consumption, smutty-esque

Word Count : 2k

“fuck do you think you’re doing ? someone’s gonna see,” louis exclaims, pushing your hand away.

you were out celebrating niall, your brother’s, birthday. you were excited when he had asked you to join him and his friends, always having had such a crush on louis. and you knew he’d obviously be there.

ever since the day you’d met him, so many years ago now, when the band was formed, there was an intense attraction between the two of you. and well, tonight, with the amount of alcohol coursing through your bloodstream, and the unquestionable amount of luck you’d gotten with the seating arrangement, your drunken mind decided to have a little fun.

what you didn’t know is that, as much as louis wanted nothing more than to bend you over the table, and fuck to hell anyone who sees, niall had forbade any of his bandmates from even coming close to hitting on his sister. now, that may have been a promise that louis made well over 10 years ago now, but it does still remain. and he can’t say he totally blames niall. couldn’t imagine any of those lads trying their luck with any of his sisters. knows what those guys are like, and he would not second guess sending his fist into their jaw if they did anything to his siblings.

but with a buzz induced fog, damn all those rum and coke’s, you don’t really care about louis’ warning, your hand softly trailing from his knee, following the inseam of his pants, slowly gliding up his inner thigh, occasionally squeezing into his clothed flesh.

and well, louis was only human, his resolve slowly fading with the continuous sips of his vodka and sprite. he can feel the interest springing in his cock, his heartbeat starting to accelerate. he wants you. wants you more than he’ll ever admit to you. or to anyone, really. but niall’s right across the table, and your arm’s suspicious stretch over to louis’ lap isn’t quite as subtle as you probably think.

“c’mon love,” he groans, hastily moving your hand away as it’s gotten fairly close to touching a certain hardening appendage that’s tenting louis’ pants. “the others will see. seriously what’s gotten into you ?” he murmurs quietly against your ear, in an effort to keep the conversation to a low volume.

a shiver runs down your spine, louis’ warm breath hitting your neck and ear, the heat shooting straight down to your pussy, getting wetter and wetter by the moment. you bite your lip, your shoulders relaxing into an almost slump, as you look over at him, need evident, no, screaming, at him through your gaze. “i can’t resist you anymore,” you whisper embarrassingly, your cheeks warming at your confession, as your hand darts out to touch his leg again, fingers gripping into the meat of his thigh.

“louis !” niall shouts at him, “you’re not even fuckin listening mate,” he shakes his head. “fuck are you two on about over there anyway ?”

louis’ head snaps quickly to face niall, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, shaking out his hair, as his brain gets snapped back into the reality at hand, “sorry mate, sorry. you know how annoying your little sister can get,” he chuckles, no malicious intent evident in his tone, clearly needing an excuse. and honestly, it wasn’t all that far from the truth, with the amount of times your hand ends up on him. “what was it you were saying ?”

you huff, leaning back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest for a moment, before reaching out for your drink again, taking a few sips, throwing your leg over your knee, your foot now rubbing up and down louis’ calf. 

it was more subtle, which louis was thankful for, especially as he attempted to keep his cool and have a full blown debate with niall and deo. but as your heel gets slid off, and your toes make contact with the end of his pant leg, he can feel you sliding up his calf, skin to skin. you were so warm, leaving a trail of fire as you work your way higher up, close to reaching his knee, and for a moment, he was cursing himself for having worn sweatpants instead of jeans.

“stop,” he groans with more vigour against your ear, as niall and deo delve deeper into the debate, knowing that his request will surely be falling on deaf ears, apparently doing as you please, without much regard for anyone else tonight.

you turn yourself more towards louis, your back practically facing the table, murmuring against his ear, “and what if i dont ?” quickly taking his earlobe between your teeth, and tugging.

louis’ swift to bite his lip, holding down the moan that’s threatening to escape, his hand shooting out, nails digging into your hip, from under the table, as a form of warning. he cannot get caught. especially not on niall’s birthday. it would ruin it for him, and louis’ not about to let that happen.

“fuckin christ, y/n, leave louis alone,” niall snaps at you, shaking his head, adding playfully, “don’t make me separate you two.”

you turn back to face the table, rolling your eyes at your brother, “m’not doing anything you wanker.”

niall flips you off, a smirk pulling at his lips, knowing that you wont take him seriously for a second, before getting up and taking everyone’s drink orders, heading off to the bar for another round.

louis turns to you, the others at the table not paying so much attention, “fuckin hell, love,” he groans, “you’re going to get us both in trouble. niall’s not that stupid, he’s surely reading right through this.”

“have you met him when he drinks,” you giggle, “s’not gonna remember anything. but if it’s more privacy you want, meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes.” and with that, you stand, not waiting for any form of confirmation, heading off to the washroom.

you head down the hallway, going into the bathroom, leaving a small crack in the door, hoping to see louis coming by, in search for you, very soon. your resolve was waning, and if he wasn’t going to come back here in the next few minutes, you’d shimmy your underwear off and take matters into your own hands.

your patience was thankfully not tested tonight, as a moment later, you notice louis, making you pop your head out of the door, and beckoning him over. he checks his surroundings quickly, making sure no one’s paying attention, before slipping into the washroom, clicking the door locked behind him.

instantly, your hands grip into his shirt, right over his chest, pulling him closer to you. but louis’ quick to grip into your wrists, stopping you dead in your tracks, tutting at you, “m’not here to hook up with you. you’re drunk aren’t you ? there’s no way you’d be doing this if you were sober.”

you look up at him, sadness mixed with need mixed with years of pent up arousal and want, biting your lip as you hum, “i wouldn’t be doing this sober,” you admit. “but it’s not because i dont want to, it’s because i wouldn’t have the courage to.”

“love,” louis sighs, feeling your hands slide from their perch in his chest, down to his hips, pulling him closer, in a silent plea. “i can’t do that to niall. he’s like a brother to me, he’d fuckin kill me.”

“well, he’ll have to go through me first,” you huff, pressing him against you, feeling his stiffy. “what is it you want ?”

you can see louis’ determination diminishing, his hand gently cupping your jaw, thumb rubbing against your cheek, trailing over the plushness of your bottom lip, “wanna do this,” he hums, leaning in, and pressing his lips to yours, because, really, fuck it all. he’s a saint for having resisted you so long anyway.

a groan instantly works its way up from your chest, hands instinctively gripping into his soft hair, holding him as close to you as you can.

you moan breathily, your mouths fighting for dominance, a decade of pent up attraction finally finding its way to the surface. with louis’ one hand against your jaw, the other gripped tightly into your hip, he begins to walk you backwards, your back hitting into the wall, his hips rolling against yours, a moan leaving his lips at the friction his cock has been desperately craving since your hand first made contact with his thigh.

“you’ve no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” louis whispers against your mouth, his teeth biting into the flesh of your bottom lip, as he grips your thigh, throwing it over his hip, giving himself much better access to grant you some pleasure as well.

the newfound angle makes you whimper, your breath picking up, losing yourself into louis. your fingers scratch at his scalp, foot digging into his bum to hold him close, closer. 

your cunt was an absolute mess, clenching around nothing, your panties completely soaked through, clit throbbing for attention, fumbling your way to try and discard his pants.

“christ, not here, darling,” louis groans, hips bucking instinctively into your touch, his lips working their way over your neck, finally getting a taste of your skin, something he’s begrudgingly withheld himself from for so long. “make it so hard to resist you,” he moans, nipping at your sensitive skin, where your neck meets your jaw. “you’re so fuckin gorgeous, and you know it don’t you ? always teasing me, fuckin gagging to get into my pants, christ, look at you.”

you whimper louder, tugging on him, needing him, craving absolutely any form of touch at this point.

you’re both quickly startled, frightened as you’re both caught off guard, a loud knock rasping against the door, “louis, you in there ? have ya seen my sister ?”

“fuck,” he whispers too quietly for niall to hear, adding louder, “yeah, m’here. haven’t seen her though mate.”

you both wait, holding your breath, hearing niall mutter a curse under his breath, the faint thumping of his footsteps retreating.

“fuckin hell,” louis groans exasperated, his heart about to burst out of his chest.

your eyes were closed, forehead pressed against louis’ chest, shaking your head, “that was way too close.”

“we can’t do this here,” louis murmurs sadly, catching sheer disappointment plastered across your features, as you roll your head back against the wall, needing a breather, knowing full well that your chance has flown out the window.

and for a moment, louis feels his heart squeeze. he can’t leave you high and dry, and quite honestly, doesn’t want to hold back from you anymore. he’s pretty sure he could take niall anyway, if the day ever comes. “think you can hold it together ? just a little longer,” he murmurs softly, lips pressing a soft, comforting kiss into your chin. “we can sneak off together later, smuggle you into my uber,” he chuckles breathily, “do this alone. no brother to get in the way.”

and if the way your face lights up was anything to go by, louis can bet that he’ll be having the best night he’s had in a long while.

Part 2

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Masterlist

[127luvr]

Hey, could you do (if u feel up to it) a platonic NCT Dream x male reader where he feels he doesn't fit into the group (only added in 2019)

Thanks

Best Friend 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

Nct Dream x Male Reader

It was early 2019 when the company announced you were to be added to Nct Dream. The exact date slips your mind more than you would care to admit. Mostly due to the fact that everything seemed too rushed—from Mark’s graduation—to your sudden addition—to the release of the first album as Dream without Mark Lee.

You were never sure if the decision to add you to the group was something the company had planned beforehand or something they came up with on the spot—you were too scared to ask. Nevertheless, fans had the same questions. They were split—half saying that this scheme the company had planned to replace Mark wasn’t going to work—while the other half were defending you. Busy making sure your name wasn’t dragged through the mud just because of the shady planning behind the scenes. None of it was your fault—the graduation system was always something that was on the table for the unit.

Knowing this information and understanding it didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

Your late addition was awkward at first—having never been in the group when Mark was in it shifted the dynamic. You didn’t have to get used to Jeno being the leader, you were introduced when he was the leader. And although they never consciously made the effort to make you feel excluded, the feeling was still there. It was clear that they were still grieving the loss of their friend in their group—and suddenly here you were. Preparing for their first album without Mark.

After the success of We Boom, you went from being Mark’s replacement to just (Y/s/n). Fans saw you as a proper member now—and while there were still some skeptics, they acknowledged you and your talents. There were no malicious intentions towards you but something still didn’t feel right.

Following Reload, you were tired. It had been over a year since you had been added to the group but the feeling of being a disposable member was still overwhelmingly present. You felt like you were watching the members from afar, as if you were still a trainee admiring them from a screen. So close but never quite close enough to reach out to. There was no point in bringing up your concerns with them—scared of how they’d react to it, considering they have been friends long before you were a part of the company. If one of the members disliked you—it was more than probable that the rest would follow.

When the news broke out that the company was abolishing the graduation system, the group was overjoyed. Of course, you were excited too. You got to experience Mark Lee in the same group that you were in. But as the time quickly came to pass, his addition back into the group made you feel worse. He was everything you envied. Perfect at dancing—at singing—at rapping—at communicating. There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Luckily this came at a time where a full album was being promoted—no one would be able to analyze your interactions with your unit if you were busy in others.

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Sooner or later—you would have had to face your members. You had hoped it would be later. Maybe never, as you would have rather spent your time watching videos on the internet on yourself—how you didn’t fit into the group as a whole—let alone your set unit. But it’s come now, in the form of leader Mark in all his glory. “I know I haven’t been back for long, (Y/n). I know that this has been our first comeback as an eight member group, but something’s off.”

It’s after a live video. The eight of you are sitting in the living room of the large dorms. Jeno, Jaemin, Mark and Jisung all share a couch while Chenle sits on the floor. You share the couch opposite to them with Haechan and Renjun, sitting as far as you could get with your ankles crossed. It’s an uncomfortable silence that follows Mark’s words, all eyes on you while you played with the frayed ends of your sweatshirt.

“(Y/n). We are all a part of this group. Regardless of how long everyone’s known each other, you are a part of this family too.”

“I’ve been waiting so long to hear that.” There are collective gasps that come from around the room. It catches you off guard when you make eye contact with an angry Jaemin. His hard eyes paired with his long eyelashes intimidate you.

“(Y/n), I know you’re entitled to how you feel and this has been such a drastic change for you, but we have been trying with you for over a year. We have gone out of our way to make sure you didn’t feel left out.” You hate how well he’s able to articulate himself even under stress, his words falling on your ears heavily as he continues. “I do want to apologize on behalf of everyone for not noticing how hard you were struggling, we should’ve pieced it together. You never came to us with problems but we also never established that you could. We’re sorry for never giving you verbal communication but you can’t say we didn’t try. We are not a group who has to really say things out loud so we understand each other but you didn’t know that.”

You let yourself inch closer to the members next to you. There was no point in trying to make yourself smaller when the attention was still centered on you. It’s an odd sensation—to think back on the interactions you’ve had with individual members.

They were always there for you—whether it was a simple affirmation from Jeno or an invite to hot pot from either Renjun and Haechan. To them it was small acts to try and ease you into the group—it was sharing water outside of the recording booth in between sessions. It was sharing jackets and pushing their leftovers towards you if they didn’t want anymore.

“Jaemin… Haechan, Renjun, Jeno, Jisung, Chenle,” you make eye contact with each member as you call out their names, trying to express how you felt through your eyes, “Mark. I was too in my own head—thinking about how you guys didn’t like me or want me here that all of the effort you put into making me feel wanted and welcome was ignored.” You couldn’t hold eye contact with Mark anymore, too embarrassed to acknowledge his nod of encouragement.

“We also should apologize.” Jeno’s voice startles you. Even if he was across the room, his voice carried so far it sounded as if he were sitting right next to you. “We should’ve done a better job of noticing that you were struggling.”

“I think if we keep going like this we’ll never stop passing the blame around.” You can’t help but smile at Jisung’s comment, mouthing a small thank you towards Jeno as he elbowedJisung’s side.

“Jisung’s right for once!”

The group erupts in laughter, the scene causing you to chuckle through teary eyes.

“Here’s to new beginnings, guys. We’re a family.” Mark’s eyes never stray from you and for the first time in over a year, you believe those words.

[williamkisser]

♡— Fake dating with the Cowboy

♡— my second fic on this acc!! Yippee!!! I should probably open requests… anyways, thank you to @fishermanshook for showing me the „fake dating” prompt, i IMMEDIATELY knew what character is going to be a great fit for this story! Hope you enjoy!

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, word count is 1100, slightly angst, sort of an unhealthy, manipulative relationship… but it’s all done for the greater good - isn’t it…?

♡— Kevin Ayuso was a man far from being subtle. Which is also the reason you connected the dots and very quickly found out the manor’s own cowboy has got his eyes on you.

♡— Kevin Ayuso, who under mysterious circumstances sailed here all the way from America, knew more than one or two things about how cruel, hypocritical and selfish the mankind could be. He experienced betrayal from his own parents, which resulted in his best friend getting murdered.

♡— Almost everyone in this cursed place had something serious hidden behind their ears. There were murderers, psychopats, outcasts… and yes, while you couldn’t exactly „die” outside of the games - still, being beaten up or violated maybe wasn’t the nicest way of spending your average Monday afternoon, though, does anyone in here even keep track of the time?

♡— Among everyone, he saw something special radiating from you. You weren’t like the others, he knew. There was no malicious intention behind your participation for the prize, right? Well, even if there was, it was now far too late. The cowboy’s mind already deep into delusion and desire to shield you from what’s evil.

♡— Kevin, upon his arrival to Oletus Manor, swiftly obtained the title of a huge flirt. He would try to flirt with almost everyone, men and women, he always got weird stares aimed at him, but he didn’t care. The cowboy was someone undisciplined, liberated, and who couldn’t be tamed. Surely, someone being disgusted by him wouldn’t be a big deal for the man. And besides that, despite all, he is someone extremely respected by the manor residents. All survivors could feel safe near him and his lasso. He was someone unexpectedly reliable. Little did everyone know, literally none of his romantic attempts were honest. Okay, maybe a few…

♡— Not a single person knew, because he refused to talk about his past. He didn’t even like thinking about it. The thought of losing someone close again sent shivers down Kevin’s spine. He promised, both to himself and his past friend, that he’s going to protect the person who accepts and trusts him until his final breath. That someone was you. Yes, maybe slightly manipulating someone into fake love wasn’t something a beloved cowboy should do, but is there any other way?

♡— So, when he began approaching you more frequently, you understood the intent very clear. You were next. You knew you’re not special and he’s did it with so many people, in fact, when you were the freshest blood of Oletus, you were specifically told to be vary of him by a certain perfumer woman. Seems like she went through a rough path because of him.

♡— But…. there was just something about Kevin Ayuso that rubbed you the right way. He was just so thoughtful, romantic, and on top of that handsome. The cowboy already had experience and exactly knew how to get through your shell. It was a classic court game, someone could say. Starting from the smallest simple signs and gestures: smiling to you more often, playfully winking… then, during the matches, he did all in his power to keep you safe from the hunter. You’re not getting hurt on his watch. It all ended with you receiving roses and trinkets under your door, even a poem - though, you were sure it wasn’t his creation. You knew he got you good when you constantly fidgeted with the beautiful pearl necklace he gave you. You fell into his trap.

♡— It was actually quite funny to him, how he’s being so dedicated to a fake act. He just hoped you won’t find out the truth any time soon.

♡— When you two got together, Kevin felt a little more at peace - knowing that you’re his lover, much less people would dare to hurt you, but there was still a lot of things to be done to ensure your safety. He had to make sure everyone knew that you both are now a thing. All hunters, all survivors, all staff. Which led to several moments of him initiating physical and verbal affection in front of the others, whether it made your uncomfortable or not. You were sure some, if not most, were absolutely sick of it, while others were relieved they won’t have to deal with his futile flirting, either way, you couldn’t care less if they like it or not, he made you feel so confident.

♡— The cowboy was a very convincing and caring lover. He’s even convinced the right people to let you sleep together in one dorm. You were head over heels for each other, or at least you thought so. Because you were not aware all he did, he’s done with not love, but worry in his mind. He had his watchful eyes on you all the time. He was paranoid and delusional, thinking even a minute of inattention could lead to you getting hurt. Meanwhile, you just assumed he’s possessive of you, after all, it took him some time to finally find someone.

♡— It has now been… a week? a month? half a year? since you were together, no one anymore could even tell, but to Kevin, each new day where he ensured you were safe was a step closer to saving you from doom. But not all went exactly with his plan. It happened late at night, on a cold autumn night. You were both laying in bed, you sleeping peacefully on his bare chest while you wore his poncho. Kevin was playing with your hair and caressing your face with his hands. He had many thoughts at that moment. All the hugs, all kisses and sweet nothings did something to him. He didn’t know what. But they definitely did. When observing you, he came to a conclusion that his heart is no longer filled with the sole need of defending the good, no. Pure love now took it’s place. That was no longer the cowboy who longed for justice and protection of his loved ones. There now was a Kevin Ayuso, a caring boyfriend.

♡— Kevin Ayuso realized very quickly that playing with someone’s true feelings could lead to the opposite of intentions. Instead of taking care of, he’s hurting his love, That’s why he promised to never tell you what exactly happened. It’s all for the greater good. What he did wanted to tell you, is that you both had to escape this hell to experience safety once and for all. He could show you the world, his world.

♡— He’s constantly having a certain scene in his mind. The cowboy imagines him and you in a deep, dark forest, leaving the Oletus Manor, your past lives, while riding a horse into the new world.

♡— He wishes he could do that. Somehow. Someday. He’ll do anything in his power to achieve this. He’s grateful you trusted him and he is going to make the most out of this love.

♡— And he hopes you never find out what has happened before that one night.

[shywhumpauthor]

Hero finds villain, who was missing for ages, just walking down the street and they see that villain is badly injured and they freak out

(I apologise for my strange grammar lol)

Also gender neutral if you can!!!

I love your work sm

-💜

Of course! My nameless character stuff is almost always gender neutral btw!

I realize this wasn’t written entirely to match the request, I got a bit carried away lol, hope this is close enough!

Cw: cold whump, overworking, exhaustion, unhealthy work relationship, kinda obsession? Abuse, injuries, implied torture/kidnapping, mentioned accidental almost-killing, mentioned infection

Hero was running on two hours of sleep and a venti cup of espresso. To say they were exhausted was an understatement. The only thing keeping them upright was the fact that they were physically unable to sit still.

They were nearing the tenth month now, and things weren't getting better.

When Villain had first disappeared, Hero had tried to convince themself it was a good thing. That it was for the better. Their nemesis, the one whom they had been spending day and night trying to capture, plotting their downfall, straight up and disappeared. It was good, it was what Hero had wanted all along, right? To bring peace to the city, to once and for all protect it from the very person who's sole intent was to burn it to the ground.

They had tried not to care too much. They were sure there was some sort of reasoning to explain why Villain just left. Off the map, complete radio silence. Perhaps they had a moral awakening. They got out of bed one morning, realized what they were doing was wrong, and just stopped. Abandoned whatever malicious plans they were in the middle of carrying out, and began to lead a normal, legal life. It was a nice thought, but Hero knew better than to believe it. They knew Villain better than to believe it.

Superhero had told them not to bother looking. Villain was gone, now they could focus better on the new uprising threat of Supervillain. If they weren’t causing trouble, they weren’t worth their attention. It’s not your job anymore, Superhero had said. Not their job, not their problem. It shouldn’t have been taking up their attention.

But there was a feeling, the nagging thoughts that lingered in the back of their mind, telling them that something wasn’t right. The little pinpricks of unease that rose whenever they thought of the criminal that wouldn’t let them sleep at night, wouldn’t let them focus.

So they started to look. Pulling on every thread of an idea, flipping the city upside down in their efforts. They searched all the records, visited all the past scenes of conflicts, searching for hints as to where the criminal may have gone. There was nothing. The police records cut off at the same date Villain had gone missing. Every crime since had been traceable to a certain person at a certain time, and none of them were villain.

Maybe they left, Superhero had tried to console them, urging them back to work. Maybe they found a different city. They’re not your problem anymore, Hero.

But they were their problem. Superhero’s words had only prompted them to search the surrounding cities as well, and a few beyond that as well. Nothing.

That’s how they found themself walking. The sidewalk was slicked with frost, the first flurries of a snowstorm just beginning to break from the thick carpet of dark clouds. Walking, they didn’t know where they were going, didn’t know when they would stop. They knew they ought to get inside, to return home before the storm left them stranded in the middle of the city. The streets were near empty, anyone sensible had gone indoors long before, only dotted with the occasional straggling car or lonesome person hurrying to shelter.

Their breath clouded against the air, hands stuffed deep in their jacket’s pockets. Maybe they’d stop at some twenty-four hour cafe, shelter there for a bit while refueling their depleted caffeine supplements. Yeah, that’s what they’d do. Get out of the storm before they froze, warm up by a heater and a steaming mug before returning to their aimless search. They didn’t know where they were looking, only a faint idea of who they were looking for, but any efforts were better than none.

•••

Hero couldn’t say they saw them at first. They were like a shadow, curled between some dirty steps and an alley wall, their frail body sheltered behind a flimsy sheen of fabric that did little to protect against the onslaught of cold. Their mind didn’t even comprehend it at first, mistaking the lumpy form for another snow-covered trash bag full of whatever muck lined the filthy streets. They only did a double-take when they heard the sound, a cough so small, so weak it was nearly lost to the wind. They hesitated in their tracks, their body moving on account rather than their mind before backpedaling a few steps.

It took them a few moments to discern that the hunched figure was in fact a person, and a few more to figure out if they were even alive. But then they coughed again, bony frail hand, blistered and pale from the frost raised to cover their mouth.

“Hey,” Hero was moving towards them before they could think twice. They were a hero, after all. They helped people regardless of all factors. It was their job. “Hey, buddy, you gotta get inside-”

The words died against their tongue as they watched the figure cringe, their head raising just a fraction so they could glare through half-swollen eyes. Hero froze, their heart sinking down to rest like a weight in the pits of their stomach, heavy and sickening. Their face, what was visible of it behind the fabric—Hero couldn’t tell if it was a blanket, a shawl, or some tattered jacket, it was so worn—was littered with all sorts of marks. Bruises and scratches and scars, fresh and old alike, skin smudged with dried flecks of blood and grime.

“Gedd’away from me,” Their voice came out more rasp than words, syllables so deformed it took Hero a moment to register what had been said.

“Woah, calm down, calm down,” Hero held their hands out as they took a slow step forwards, trying to show they weren’t a threat. The stranger still drew back, eyes flashing with a fearful, raw emotion. “My name’s Hero, I can help you, okay? I can bring you to a hospital, or the station-“

“Hero?” They repeated, the words falling uneasy from their busted lips. Something shone darkly behind their features, their expression hardening into a cold hostility.

“Yeah, I’m Hero. Can you tell me your name? Do you know what happened?” Hero crouched down, their knees hitting against the cracked sidewalk as they lowered to the stranger’s level.

“Get away,” The other spat, words dripping with a venom colder than the wind. Hero was taken aback, not just by the sheer hatred shining in their eyes, but the force which they spoke, not at all matching their broken voice. “I don’t- I don’t want your help. Go- go,”

Even if it had been warm out, and the person didn’t look like they had been beaten an inch from death, Hero wouldn’t have left. A twinge of something nagged at their mind, only prompting them to inch closer despite the stranger’s hissed curses.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Hero said slowly and clearly, the icy wind threatening to snatch the hat from their head, to free their scarf to the storm. “Please, let me help you,”

“Fucking- get away!” The stranger screamed, their grain legs kicking out and nearly catching Hero in the knee. They were quick to jump back, though lacking their usual graceful precision, eyes widening. “Get away from me!”

As they yelled, the fabric slipped from their form, falling past their shoulders. They were quick to snatch it up, covering their head once more, but not before Hero saw the mark on the side of their neck. Hidden amongst an array of deep purple splotches and scorched burns, the thin white scar Hero had grown so familiar to over the years. Just under their jaw, stretching nearly halfway across their throat before curving up towards their chin. Hero knew that scar so well, burned into their mind. It had been their dagger that made it after all. A mistake, it had been. When they were about to take Villain into custody, they had wrenched back. They hadn’t been aware of the blade in the skirmish, nearly slitting their own throat in the frenzy for escape.

They knew that scar so well because had hd been the one to carry Villain back to their home, to take care of the wound and all the others they sustained in the midst of the fight, provide them antibiotics and comfort through the subsequent infection.

“Shit,” Hero whispered, a low ringing settling in their ears. They stood up straight and the world lurched around them, tilting and swaying around Villain’s abused, hateful expression.

Shit.

——————————

We all know superhero 10000% kidnapped and ruthlessly tortured villain

[codesandstuffs]

Mcyt Yuri Week - Day 3: Hurt/Comfort

(link to ao3 version here, for @mcyt-yuri-week :D)

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HEALTH REPORT COPIED FROM OFFICE OF DR TINA KITTEN DATE: 08 SEP 2023

ER VISIT DETAILS

PRIMARY PHYSICIAN: Dr Tina Kitten

DATE OF VISIT: 08/09/2023

TIME OF VISIT: 14:30

TIME OF RELEASE: 16:45

REASON FOR VISIT: Damage to ribs due to animal incident

CONSENT STATUS: CAN give consent / CANNOT give own consent

CURRENT DIAGNOSIS: Wound with no infection

<End Of File>

(fic below cut!)

Tina was not the sort of person with the disposition of a spy.

Even as a young girl, she’d never really been trusted as an agony aunt to her friends, though they had still shared with her things they knew she’d take care not to repeat. She was just a friendly person, and the idea that someone might have malicious intent was not the first thing to occur to her before - rather, she’d usually first think that it would be really useful to pass on some relevant knowledge or another, and then the next thing she knew she was spilling secrets all over the playground. If any of her friends from then heard that she was now a spy, they’d laugh and never believe it.

Either way, though, she was a spy.

Because even if she was not very secretive, she was both observative and incredibly determined, and it was this that allowed her to both locate and infiltrate the very agency she now worked for. They hadn’t even realised that her chance meeting with a local operative was no accident at all, nor had they figured out that she had been reading through their archived documents for months.

Heck, they probably thought she was completely naive or something! She wasn’t complaining, of course - it worked to her advantage.

The trick was that she wasn’t really hiding her personality at all - she stayed chatty and cheerful, talking about her weekend or whatever her neighbours were up to or the latest news story she’d seen, and she stayed as expressive as she always had been. All she had to do was keep their attention on that and make them think the ball was in their court, not hers. It was easy!

While here, however, treating secret agents and members of the general public alike, she’d found that there was one particular agent who was a bit of a regular patient. Which, when you took into account the fact that Tina worked in an emergency room, was pretty concerning, actually.

This agent - she’d introduced herself as Bagi the first time they’d met, and Tina hadn’t forgotten since - always seemed to be getting into some scrape of another, coming in with gunshot wounds and slight concussions and sometimes even injured friends. It was a clear indicator that she was a field agent of some sort, Tina had decided.

Today was the first day in a while that Tina had a relatively calm morning. She’d had time to grab a coffee and check her emails before lunch, and even afterwards they’d only had one broken leg and an emergency blood test to do.

And then, of course, something just had to happen.

Tina was finishing up the paperwork on the last patient when she heard the too-familiar voice of Bagi heading up the corridor. It had been about a month since she was last here, and Tina really had been hopeful that maybe she’d stopped ending up on violent missions, but of course that was too good to be true.

“Bagi, what are you doing here again?” she scolded the moment the other entered the room. “And why are you covered in blood? Is that yours?”

“No! No, this is - um - horse blood.”

Wow. Maybe it would be easier for Bagi to just admit to her real job. Horse blood? Really? Tina shook her head.

“Did you kill a horse?” she asked, keeping up the stern voice.

“No! It - I tried to save it! I wouldn’t kill a horse,” Bagi said nervously. Tina could practically see sweat on her brow. “It uh - got attacked. By a wolf.”

“Right,” said Tina. “Are you here for, uh - are you injured?”

“Oh yeah!” Bagi lifted up the side of her shirt, revealing a moderately concerning wound. “Can you fix this up?”

Tina sighed. “How does this keep happening to you?”

-

A few hours and several stitches later, Tina finally finished her shift and changed out of her ward clothes. She headed out of the hospital, only to come face to face with Bagi.

“Are we still up for tonight?” Bagi asked immediately.

Right. That was another thing about this agent she forgot to mention - Tina was maybe, sort of, kind of dating her? Like, it was definitely happening, but Bagi skirted about calling it official for what were probably secret agent spy reasons. Tina knew what was going on, though, and Bagi probably knew she knew, but sometimes things were easier to leave unspoken.

“Of course!” Tina said. “As long as you feel up to it, that is. I still think you should rest up.”

“I’ll be fine,” said Bagi, dragging out the word, a huge grin on her face. “See you then!”

And with that, they parted ways, knowing they’d see each other very soon.

-

That ‘very soon’ turned out to be a lot later than Tina expected.

She’d received a half-garbled text from Bagi announcing that she’d probably be late to the date, and then another right after saying that it was probably better they cancelled it, and then another right after telling her not to worry because this was totally just her resting up after the treatment today and nothing else, totally, definitely.

This was definitely one of the moments that Tina wished they weren’t keeping so many secrets from each other. If Bagi was able to be more open about her missions, at least Tina wouldn’t have to worry about her quite so much. At least she could keep an eye on her, even if it was through secretly reading the agency’s classified documents.

So she stayed home instead, crocheting a little beanie she’d been working on for the past few days between shifts and chatting with her friend Mouse over the phone. She honestly didn’t expect anything more than a calm evening - that is, until there was a hesitant knock at the door.

“Hello?” she called, and heard Mouse go quiet in curiosity on the other side of the call.

There was another knock, a little quieter, and Tina nervously got up to at least peek through the peephole.

“Are you about to get murdered?” she heard Mouse ask through her headphones.

“I hope not,” Tina whispered back. She took a look to try and figure out who was out there, eye adjusting to the warped and zoomed out view but seeing nothing out there. “If I do, though, you can have my video games.”

“Yessss!”

With that encouraging exchange, Tina pushed her headphones from her ears down to her neck, unlocked the door and anxiously swung it open. She did have a knife in her back pocket - she didn’t come into this spy business completely unprepared - but the sight on her doorstep had her hand dropping from where it was loosely holding it as she dropped into a crouch immediately.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “What the heck happened?”

And wasn’t this a romance trope Tina had never wanted to actually experience - Bagi was leaning against the wall by her door, squinting out into the darkness and holding her leg, where a scarf was tightly wrapped around something that was definitely bleeding a lot.

“Hey,” said Bagi. “How’s it going, gorgeous?”

With a huff, Tina wrapped her arms under Bagi and carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind her as she went. She carefully took her to the bathroom, where she could at least clean up properly afterwards, before scrambling around the house to lock her door and collect her first aid things.

When she got back she saw that Bagi had made herself comfortable, draping her coat and hat over the edge of the bathtub and already rolling her trouser leg up. Tina placed her things down on the sill by the sink and promptly whacked Bagi’s hand away from her wound.

“Don’t touch that, I’m the doctor here,” she said firmly, and then immediately got to work on properly unwrapping the makeshift bandage so she could take a closer look. “So, got into another fight with a horse?”

Bagi made a few unintelligible sounds before settling on, “I guess that wasn’t a very good excuse, huh.”

“I’m not that dumb, Bagi.” Tina picked out some antiseptic wipes from her kit. “But you are cute, so I’ll let it slide.”

“I don’t think you’re dumb, I just -” Bagi sighed, wincing only a little at the antiseptic. “I don’t really find it easy to lie to you, so I think that makes me very, very bad at it. And you don’t question it, so…”

“Admittedly, it isn’t my business when I’m at work,” Tina said. “But now that you’re here at my house, it is just a teensy bit my business.”

As she said this, Tina finished wrapping the bandages and tied them off as neatly as she could at the awkward angle she was in. Bagi moved her leg around a bit, testing the strength of the bandages or something, probably, and Tina gently whacked her again.

“Let it rest,” she insisted, and then sat back on her heels. “Now, what’s actually going on?”

Bagi sat up straight and took a deep, steadying breath. “Okay. The truth is… Tina, I’m a secret agent. And I know that’s scary, and I know this means I’ve been lying to you this whole time, but the truth is that I really just don’t want you to get mixed up in my job. It’s really dangerous, and - can you ever forgive me?”

“Sure,” said Tina. “I mean, I already knew, so I wouldn’t really be here if I couldn’t.”

“Oh, thank goodness -” Bagi froze and blinked at her. “Wait, what? You knew?”

“Bagi, my workplace gets mysterious donations every month and half our documents are taken away before we can even back them up as patient information. It’d make me a terrible doctor if I didn’t know what was going on.”

For a long minute, Bagi just gaped at her, her own bandaged leg forgotten. Tina took advantage of the pause to tidy up her kit. Finally -

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward!” Tina said, shrugging. “Look, I just want to know if you were in a shootout tonight or something.”

Bagi made a face. “What would you do if I said yes?”

“Well, I’d tell you that you need to be more careful, because I can’t date a corpse, okay?”

“Date? Who said anything about dating?” Bagi asked, though she was blushing up to her ears. “I mean, if you want, but - but it’s dangerous to date a secret agent, and -”

“Bagi.” Tina placed one hand on each of the other’s shoulders. “I already knew. And we’ve been dating for about a month now, in case you didn’t realise.”

Bagi’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’.

“Anyway, you’re going to lie down now,” Tina announced, standing up and offering out a hand. “I’ll lend you something to wear, you’re not wearing blood stained clothes in my bed.”

“Oh, you don’t have to - I can sleep on the couch or -”

“Absolutely not. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, Bagi was suitably cleaned up and in fresh nightclothes, having been ferried to the bedroom. Tina had handed her a glass of water and some painkillers and gone back to clean up the bathroom. She picked out something cute - but not too embarrassing - to wear for the night, and was about to get changed when she heard a faint giggling from somewhere nearby.

There was nobody behind her when she spun around to check. There was nobody lurking around any corners. So who…?

The giggle sounded again. “Bagi, hm?”

Tina’s eyes widened in recognition and she pulled her headphones back onto her ears, having completely forgotten she’d left them hanging around her neck this whole time. “Wait, you heard all of that?”

“Yep!” said Mouse, still laughing. “You have a really interesting love life, Tina.”

“Oh my gosh, you can’t tell anyone!” Tina hissed. “This is super, duper, top secret, okay?”

“I know, I know, very dangerous and very confidential. I won’t tell anyone, you have my word.”

Placing a hand on her forehead, Tina groaned. “Okay. Okay. Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this.”

“Anyways, I don’t want to hear you guys cuddling, talk to you tomorrow!” And with that, Mouse ended the call, and Tina screamed as quietly as she could into the palms of her hands.

Well, that was that, she guessed. And she did trust Mouse not to tell anyone.

Having had enough of a rollercoaster of a day, Tina re-entered her bedroom and slipped into bed, trying her best to suppress her blush at literally sharing a bed with her maybe-sort-of-kind-of-girlfriend.

“Good night, Tina!” Bagi said, beaming over at her. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan. Good night, Bagi.”

Face warm and excited smile hidden under a layer of blankets, Tina curled up in her bed and pretended that her slow migration over the bed and towards Bagi was entirely in her sleep.

[asterart-tr]

Hey hey, just something minor which I didn't want to outline publicly: In your latest piece you gave the character 'Teruko' from DRDT skin which is significantly paler than her actual skin color.

While I understand how much thought and effort goes into any given piece of artwork and don't want to demean or minimize that I also want to encourage people to be conscious about how certain elements of their art may come across to others both in the community the art is in & outside of it; in this case in particular, lightening the skin color of a character who does actually have darker skin can most certainly be hurtful to those of us who also have darker skin or at the very least it come across as very distasteful or thoughtless.

While I haven't followed you extensively prior and do not know you I most certainly don't want to assume or accuse you of doing this in any type of malicious manner and I don't earnestly believe it was done in a malicious manner ! I just wanted to send this in so that if you weren't already conscious of this issue, you now are, and have the ability to approach elements of your art like this differently in the future. ^^

I hope this was helpful to you and please be well; your artwork is wonderful and I hope that it will only ever get better. ♥️

hello! thank you for being so nice about it 💜

I unfortunately didnt notice until someone on Tiktok said it since I was working on it along with so many other projects and only used one reference where she was under a very strong yellow light. After realizing I wanted to fix it but unfortunately my files crashed so I think I’m just going to take it down and maybe redraw it on a later date! (if I can get my files fixed I’ll post the fixed up version!!)

I deeply apologize if this mistake upset anyone, my intention wasn’t to lighten her skin and I should’ve double checked. I will use multiple references from now on and keep your words in mind. Thank you everyone for your support on my artwork too! You’re all awesome

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Ao3

HIYA so i havent been promoting new fics here bc.. i forgor.. but i rlly like this one

exploring nejis mental illness through fic /hj (nejilee exes that later date while shikalee married, polyam moment... but that wont happen until maany chapters go on XD)

Hope you enjoy (if u do id love to read your thoughts on this... ty....)

He was on the battlefield, protecting his cousin from a certain death– fulfilling his role as a Side branch member at last, following his destiny that no matter how hard he tried to fight, Neji knew well it was just bound to happen one day.

He had received the attack for her, no matter what his fate would be. All the boy knew is that it would still be way better than what the Main branch would do to him, had they known that he didn’t die for one of the heiresses…

Neji fell to the ground, body going numb in mere seconds. He could see blood escaping from where the wooden stakes had hit him, and from his mouth– he was dying, and there was nothing to do to avoid it.

“NEJI!” a familiar voice screamed, and he was held in someone's arms– Lee was crying while holding him, lips shaking as he spoke.

But Neji couldn’t hear whatever it was that his boyfriend said, for his ears were ringing too loudly to even let him think; all he knew was that he would die soon, see his father once more after so many years…

And he closed his eyes, awaiting for the sweet peace of death, knowing he could do nothing to avoid his fate. Even if he survived somehow, his Clan wouldn’t allow him to live freely, forcing him to marry a woman he didn’t even know just for appearance’s sake.

Not being able to be with Lee… it was better just to die in his arms, to wait for him on the other side.

His eyes soon saw a bright light, and Neji knew it was time to go. Though his head hurt afterwards, and his eyes seemed to open on their own, as if waking up from a long, long nap. He felt exhausted as hell. The brunet just wanted to go back to sleep once more, so comfortable on his bed that he didn't want to wake up at all; He was tired. Why couldn't he just go and rest for a bit longer? Although his body probably wouldn't allow it, knowing himself. His back hurt a lot.

Much less when the boy could feel two people around him, judging by how little his senses could tell him– a familiar chakra accompanied by someone unknown, though neither of them had any kind of malicious intent.

“Papa, I think he's awake,” he heard one of them say, and only then did the brunet open an eye again, enough to see but to not be affected by the light. “Um– good morning, Neji.”

Another voice chuckled at this, and it wasn’t someone he didn’t know; rather, it was different… Deeper, somehow. Changed.

“Metal, he has been asleep for a decade, I do not think he will–”

And then he saw it– the same face he had fallen in love with, albeit more tired, older… shocked to be able to look at his eyes, as if it was an oddity of sorts.

Lee immediately went towards him, a clear confusion in his face as he analyzed the situation, unable to believe it at all. Neji tried to speak but only a weak cough was able to escape from his lips, and no matter how hard he tried he wasn't able to even lift an arm. His body was too tired, deteriorated for some reason he couldn't understand.

Though, if what Lee had said was true… that would mean he had been in a coma for a long, long time. No wonder his muscles had gotten atrophied due to not being used at all for years.

Of course. Ten years had passed, and he hadn't moved a single millimeter of his body.

“Neji?! You are– you woke up! It has been so long!” his boyfriend said, and Neji could tell he was trying to hold back tears; careful as always, Lee attempted to hold his hands, still not comprehending what was going on but joyful nonetheless. “Oh, Neji, we thought you would never– but you woke up!”

“But– but I told you he would do it!” Metal chimed in with a pout, crossing his arms against his chest.

Now that the brunet could get a better view of his companions, he realized Lee had a beautiful ring on one of his fingers, and that the small boy was… pretty much a copy of him, albeit with some changes. Neji felt his head hurting due to the mix of confusion and shock, and not being able to say anything only agitated him more.

Of course. Life had gone on, an entire decade had passed, and Lee continued with his life. Anyone would have in his place, yet… Neji felt a pang in his heart.

“L… love,” he managed to mumble after long, long seconds, and Lee just… let go of his hands, denying with his head at the mention of the nickname.

Metal was the most confused out of the three now, looking from one adult to the other for answers without saying anything at all.

“Neji, I– I never imagined I would speak with you again. I am married, and I have children now,” the taijutsu master replied, looking away. His son observed the situation in silence, looking a bit anxious now. “Shikamaru and I… it just happened. We can still be friends, but that is it.”

He had been expecting it, yet Lee's words didn't hurt less; Neji felt his heart shattering in pieces on the spot, lips trembling– he looked away, not really in the mood to look his now-ex in the eyes anymore. Only wanting to be swallowed by the thin hospital blanket covering his body.

“... fine,” Neji muttered, feeling tears threatening to go out, though he just inhaled to calm himself down and… repress them, as usual.

“I will help you with whatever you need to heal, alright? I probably need to call the nurse… but you will not be alone on this, Neji. I will make sure of that!” Lee added in an attempt to cheer him up, though the brunet wasn't listening anymore.

He felt alone, anyways, with his mind stuck years in the past. Not even his companion's bright smile managed to fill the newfound hole in his heart– and honestly, he just wanted to rest, close his eyes and fall into the same deep slumber he had just gotten out of.

His fate had always been the worst, and it was clearer with every passing day. It would've been better if he had just died during the war– that way, Neji would've never seen Lee moving on without him, he wouldn't be struggling with his lack of movements and newfound weakness.

It was a torture. His boyfriend– ex, was so close yet so far, and the doctors immediately went to help him recover as fast as they could. Sakura personally was supervising his case no matter how complicated being the Hokage and the Head Doctor was at the same time, wanting to heal him as possible.

But it was complicated– he had no reason to heal, after all. So why bother? Neji didn't feel any kind of enthusiasm about getting out of the hospital, knowing well he would be alone again, unable to even walk on his own because of his damaged muscles… he hated how slow he had become, not only in his movements but also in reading.

His brain had forgotten certain words and phrases, and kanji was not an easy task anymore. Neji didn't like going back to the beginning, even if the doctors said it was good for him.

He should've just died. That would've been more merciful, but fate had never been kind. Of course it would keep him alive, solely to play with his feelings… he should've expected it.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

Theo stared at his reflection for what felt like hours. He was officially a teenager now, with all the duties that came with growing up. His grandmother was tactless with her gift to him, but she wasn’t entirely wrong. He did need to start planning for the future. Was he going to study magic in college or would he get a more conventional degree? Did he want to follow what Adam's father expected him to do and join a witch coven? Did demons have covens too which might be more sympathetic to Theo? He'd have to ask Aunt Lucy the next time he saw her.

What if he started dating Adam and they went to different colleges? Could they handle a long distance relationship? Theo's own parents hadn't been able to and they'd had him tying them together in college. 

No, he couldn't compare himself to his parents. Adam probably didn't even like him back and here Theo was planning out their college years. He was getting ahead of himself. He hated feeling out of control of his life and worrying about the future, but he didn't know what else to do. Rien read her tarot cards for him whenever he asked, but those didn't guarantee a happy life. His sister could be wrong. 

I'm going to have to take control of my own destiny. It's time to show the world who I am and what I can do. The Great demons are afraid of me. The Sovereign is sponsoring my education. I'm Theo Goddamn Bellamy and I'm the Bellamy heir. I can do whatever I want...well, as long as my birthday money covers it.

Theo stared at his reflection again, feeling a new sense of pride in his appearance. Dying his hair his favourite colour was a great idea. He felt like an entirely new man, in charge of his life. 

Adam has to notice me now. Oops, I mean, I like my hair. It doesn't matter what he thinks of me. Your self worth isn't defined by the way guys see you. Aunt Ulyssa would be mad if she were here to hear me say that. Still…I hope he likes it all the same.

"Theo! Come down for lunch. Can you grab your brother out of his crib on your way down? He needs to eat too."

Theo rolled his eyes, but headed for his little brother's room regardless.

"Hey, Abe," he said, lifting the toddler into his arms. "It's lunchtime. Time for your gross baby food that you love to smear on my shirt."

Abe giggled for his brother at this and Theo ruffled his blonde hair playfully. The two headed for the kitchen where Roman was waiting with a sandwich for Theo and some pureed goop for Abe.

"Urgh, I can't believe he likes that garbage," Theo complained, gagging at the smell. "I know I never did."

Roman frowned, watching his sons make funny faces at each other. 

"Trust me, you loved this when you were his age," he said. "Just as much as you loved to smear it in your hair."

"Nope, you're just too old to remember right," Theo insisted. "That or you're confusing me for one of your other children. You do have a lot."

Theo didn't seem to have a malicious intention with his words, but they still made his father feel about two inches tall. His son had only been a teenager for a day and already he was being insensitive and rude. 

"I'm not going senile at thirty, Theodosius. And trust me, you were a very memorable baby."

The more Roman stared at his sons, the more he did remember Theo's baby years. All those nights of waking up to feed a screaming infant, of rocking him to sleep and finding him something to teethe on. Theo didn't look that far off from his parents when he was born and that was a problem. In just three short years, Theo would be the same age as Roman when he was born. Just three years.

Suddenly the room felt tighter and Roman struggled to breathe. His son could be holding a toddler just like his brother someday soon. Unlike his parents, Theo was good in school and talented with magic to the point of the demon sovereign taking a special interest in him. Him having a kid in his teens would slow him down, taking him away from the opportunities he deserved to have. Did he have a boy or girlfriend yet? Roman reviewed all the potential candidates his son had brought home with him, but none of them seemed to be especially flirty with Theo. In fact, Theo usually just went flushed and flustered when paid a compliment, so if he was hiding a romantic partner from his parents, he was uncharacteristically good at doing so.

They had some time before hormones kicked in surely. Roman would discuss strategies with his husband and they would be prepared for their son going through puberty. Their own lives had been torn apart by their teenage pregnancy and as much as they loved Theo, they would do anything to prevent him from following that same path.

[asirensrage]

Okay, so I thought about the special request from the birthday event. I’m still squealing with joy from having won something. It’s almost like the time Steve won a fight in season 3.

Anyhoo, can I request a Stranger Things one shot featuring an OC who, sensing the tension between Steve and Eddie, decided to set them up together? Somehow, she ends up dating both of them. Pretty please? 🥺 Thank you!

Okay, so this took me awhile but I actually had a lot of fun writing it. This oc was hilarious to write and it ended up longer than I intended. I hope you enjoy it.

Title: Best Laid Plans Rating: PG Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: mentioned Steve/Eddie, Steve/OC/Eddie Warnings: oc assuming sexualities, obliviousness, not sure if there's anything else... Summary: Steve and Eddie argue. Constantly. She decides to do something about it but you know what they say about the best laid plans...

Notes: the oc is unnamed and not described except by she/her (and getting called babe and princess). She has good intentions but it's like she has blinders on...

She drums her fingers on the counter, watching as the two of them argue. They’re always arguing lately. It wasn’t malicious. She’s pretty sure they enjoy their debates with how passionate they are. Still, it was getting to be too much and she was half inclined to lock them in a closet so that they could deal with whatever repressed feelings they have. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to listen to them. 

That sounded mean even in her own head. Not that she means it that way it’s just…she’s bored of being single and seeing the two of them go back and forth is like watching a soap opera she doesn’t get the option to change the channel on. Though that gives her an idea. Since she has no control over the remote, the least she could do is get the action moving along and maybe they’d take their…passion elsewhere. At least then she wouldn’t have to see it and feel jealous. Not that she’d admit that. 

Well, challenge accepted. It would help make her summer more entertaining if nothing else. 

She starts with Eddie. 

“So…” she drawls out, sitting on the picnic table he uses for his base of operations. It’s the only place she knows they’ll have privacy. Eddie’s clientele either make appointments or are obvious in the ways they show up. 

“Hmm?” he leans on his arms, propped up on the table. “So what?”

“You think Steve’s straight?”

His elbow slips off the table, sending his head crashing down. 

She covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh my god, are you okay?” 

He jolts up, rubbing at his chin. “Uh, yeah. What–what did you just ask?”

“Do you think Steve’s straight?”

“Harrington?” He stares at her like she’s gained a second head. “Harrington who’s on a date every other night with a different girl, Harrington?”

She nods. “The very same.” 

“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t he be?” 

She shrugs. “Just curious.” She doesn’t want to press too hard. It probably isn’t an easy thing. The world isn’t kind to those who don’t fit the norms. Maybe it will be enough to get him thinking about it. 

“Why you asking? You interested in him?” He waggles his eyebrows at her, grinning slightly. There is a hesitance to his smile though. 

“No,” she reassures him. “Steve and I? Wouldn’t work.” She laughs it off. Eddie’s staring at her though, head tilted to the side. She’s used to him observing her. Eddie stares at everyone, trying to figure them out. 

“Think you’re selling yourself short, but go on. Tell me why it wouldn’t work.” 

“What do you mean?” she asks, turning to face him a bit more. Her feet rest on the bench next to him. “We have nothing in common.”

“Like..?” 

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I don’t party–”

“Far as I know, Harrington hasn’t been going to any parties for years.”

“I’m not athletic–”

“You sure? I saw you chase down some middle school kid who stole from that store last week. Kid was fast and you caught him.”

“Adrenaline and spite,” she waves it off. 

“That’s only two things…” he says, his voice lilting. 

She can’t help but scowl back. “I’m not done.” She waited until he motioned for her to continue. “We don’t even like the same things. You think Harrington likes Metallica?”

“Never took you for a music snob.” 

“I’m not! I just…can you picture Steve going to a concert without complaining? Besides, it's not just music.” 

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing!” She shakes her head, wondering how they even got to this point. “How did we even get to this?”

“You’re the one that brought up Harrington.”

“Not for me!” She huffs and jumps off the table. This is pointless. “I’m going home.” 

“Aw, come on, princess!”

“Bye Eddie!”

Eddie is a bust. Mainly because of the way he can get her distracted and off topic. She doesn’t like it. She goes for Steve next. 

She catches him when he’s on break at the video store. It’s handy because Robin is working but not on break so she doesn’t have to navigate Robin’s input into her investigation. Not that Robin would be a bad choice for a co-conspirator but she doesn’t want to accidentally reveal something the boys didn’t want anyone to know. She just wants…to nudge them in the right direction. That’s all. 

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks. He leans against the brick wall in the alley behind the store. 

“Just came to talk,” she says. 

He straightens slightly. “To me?”

“No, the brick wall behind you,” she says dryly. He scowls at her but sighs. “What do you think about Eddie?”

“Munson? Why?”

“Just curious,” she shrugs before moving to lean against the wall next to him. 

“You into him or something?”

“Eddie? No,” she laughs slightly, feeling a weird sense of deja vu. 

“Then why are you asking?” He crosses his arms over his chest, pointedly not looking at her. Maybe she should have started with Steve. 

“Like I said, I’m curious.” 

“Shouldn’t you be asking a girl or something? Like…Robin? Actually, maybe not Robin…one of your other friends?” 

“Yeah, but you’re here,” she says. “Besides, most of my other friends left town. University and all.” 

“Oh, right. You upset about still being here?”

“Nope. I’m happy where I am. Now are you gonna answer my question or not?” 

“What question?”

She tries not to roll her eyes. “About Eddie!”

“What do you want me to say? Munson’s a good dude. Don’t really know him that well.”

“Don’t lie to me, Harrington.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. I know him through Dustin. Not like we’re friends…”

“Steve, you two argue all the time.”

“No we don’t. Besides not like you’re around us 24/7.”

Her eyes lit up. Was that a confession? “Yeah? How can you say you’re not friends when you clearly hang out enough.” 

“Jealous?”

“Not at all. I love having the peace and silence when you’re not around.” 

He frowns slightly. “You don’t like hanging out with us? Are we that bad?”

“What? No. I’m just tired of hearing you two argue.”

There’s a bang on the door before it opens and Robin peeks her head out. “Hey doofus, break’s over! Hey! What are you doing here?” Robin looks at her in surprise. 

“Just passing by. I’ll pass by later and come see you, okay?”

“Can’t wait,” Robin agrees. “Come on, Steve. Don’t leave me listening to this woman telling me that Footloose is peak cinema. Please.” 

He sighs. “I’ll see you later?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she agrees offhandedly before waving goodbye to both of them. At least she was finally starting to get somewhere. 

She continues to try to ask them questions about each other only to have both of them somehow twist the conversations until she’s the one who’s put on the spot. She doesn’t know how they do it, especially when she works hard to keep control of the topics. 

Finally, she comes up with the perfect plan. Okay, it’s not really perfect, but it was good. Decent. Whatever. She’s trying. Robin helps. 

She organizes a date. Not that they’re fully aware of it. It’s not meant to be anything obvious. Robin and her arrange for them to meet her at the local bowling alley. She’ll hang out a bit before disappearing and leaving them to play. Hopefully they’ll work something out and she’ll be able to continue hanging out with them without listening to them argue. Surprisingly, both men were enthusiastic about it. 

“Alright! Prepare to be dazzled!” Steve rubs his hands together as we all head toward the lane. 

“You just jinxed yourself,” she calls out. Eddie has his hands shoved into his pockets as he walks beside her. 

“You wait,” Steve turns around to tell them. “I’m a bowling master!”

“My money’s on Princess here,” Eddie says. “If she can roll a ball as hard as she can tackle a kid, you’re losing.”

“Will you stop with the princess thing?”, she turns on Eddie. “And let go of the kid. It was one time!”

“It was awesome.” 

“Oh my god.”

“Come on!” Steve calls out. “Let’s play already!” 

She plots out her escape as she moves forward. “Yeah yeah, prepare to lose, Harrington.” At least she’ll enjoy it before she disappears. 

She doesn’t get the chance. The men keep her occupied and every attempt to slink off has been thwarted by them asking where she’s going and looking for her the moment she’s gone too long. Even when she offers to grab food, Steve comes with her. When she heads to the washroom, Eddie tells her he’s going to try the claw game and to come see if he wins when she’s done. 

They usher her out of the bowling alley when their game is done. Steve suggests grabbing food, Eddie offers to drive and before she knows it, she’s in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, sitting on Steve’s lap. She doesn’t know when Eddie got rid of the backseat but she’s not about to ask questions. She doesn’t really want to know. 

Eddie corners her in the booth while Steve sits on her other side. They order quickly, arguing back and forth over the best choice until she nudges them both and gives the waitress an out. This is not going as planned but then Steve throws his arm over the bench behind her and Eddie presses his leg into hers. It occurs to her that maybe they’re using her as a buffer, so no one will get suspicious. She can use that. Maybe having her here will make them wish she was gone. 

“What are you thinking about?” Steve asks, turning slightly towards her. “Aren’t you having fun?” 

“Yeah,” she admits. “But I think I should go soon.” 

“What? Why?” Eddie leans in. “Night’s young.” 

“You sound like a vampire,” she says dryly. “I’m not the party type.”

“We could go see a movie,” Steve shrugs. “Theatre’s still open.” 

“What? No, you guys can go without me.”

“Aww, come on, princess,” Eddie drawls. “It’s not fun without you.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna leave me here alone with Munson? What kind of date is this?”

“What?” she straightens. “What date?” Did Robin tell him the plan? 

“Aren’t we on a date?” Steve asks, sounding confused. 

“We can’t be on a date,” she says. “There’s three of us. Unless you want me to ditch in which case, move and I’ll go.” 

“Wait,” Eddie touches her arm, drawing her attention to him. “Hold on. Did you…really not know?”

“Not know what?” she hisses, confused and trying not to draw further attention. If she was right, she didn’t want to cause them problems. 

“That we’re on a date, princess. All of us. Together. We thought that’s what you wanted. That Robin was helping you out by forcefully saying she wasn’t coming.”

“Yeah,” Steve added. “You kept asking us about what we were into.”

“If we liked the other person,” Eddie continues. “We thought you were trying to figure out if we’d get upset that you wanted to date both of us.” 

She sits there, stunned. What? She thinks back on the last couple of weeks and tries to see it, not through a lens of them being interested in each other, but in her. “Oh my god.” The way they each suggested the other, twisting the conversations until it was about her and what she liked and who she was interested in. “Oh my god.” 

“Think she’s figured it out,” she hears Eddie says. 

“Or we broke her.  Are you ok babe?”

“Oh my god,” she whispers again. She looks between the men on either side of her. “And you’re both…okay with this?” 

“Well, bit weird but yeah,” Eddie says. “I mean, as long as you are. We had fun, didn’t we?”

“I did,” Steve inputs. They all pause as the waitress delivers the food. 

She takes the chance to eat, giving herself time to think. She can admit that she had fun, aside from them managing to derail all of her plans. She’s enjoyed herself every time she sought them out, even if they turned all of their conversations. “I…”

“Just think, princess. Best of both worlds if you agree.”

“You really think this will work?”

“Why not?” Eddie shrugs while grabbing one of her fries. 

“You really want to choose?” Steve asks. “I mean, you can. We won’t take it personally.”

“I thought…I thought you were…interested in each other,” she whispers the last part. The men laugh. 

“I mean, Harrington’s easy on the eyes,” Eddie says with a wink. “But lot of the time we were talking about you.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Not all the time but yeah. We couldn’t get a read on you.”

“Until you started asking us about each other.” Eddie grins and nudges her with his leg. It forces her to knock into Steve. “So what do you say, princess? Willing to give us a chance?”

“Only if you stop calling me princess,” she says automatically. They both go still. 

“Does that mean yes?” Steve asks after a moment. 

She sighs. “I’m never going to get any peace, am I?” 

Eddie throws his arm around her and yanks her into his side. “Nope!” He lets go just as quickly. 

Steve leans closer, drawing her attention to him. “We’ll make it worth it.” 

“Okay,” she says softly. “Why not?”

Eddie grins. “That’s the spirit! Be adventurous!”

“I need a nap,” she mutters to herself. Steve just laughs. 

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[stainedglasstruth]

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @closingwaters & @stainedglasstruth SUMMARY: Teagan and Arden go on a coffee date. There are more emotions than expected. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of parental and sibling death

A coffee date. It was as simple as that, for the time being. Having to be so new to town, there was a certain type of anxiety that crawled its way up the fae’s spine. Teagan was used to starting over, used to being alone and navigating through a town, but this was different. She had planted roots that time around. Did the work to find the proper soil and toss the seeds to pave way to a new life. Her new life. What did that entail anyway? She wasn’t sure. 

The last time Teagan had stayed anywhere for more than a few months was back at the Aos Sí in Michigan, and that was long behind her. A lost, teenage version of herself that was desperate to make things right. In a place like Wicked’s Rest, she felt she could finally do that. Even the playing field and ensure the town’s supernaturals could have a chance with the use of her claws and blade.

For now though, she had a date. Arden was cute, seemed much too sweet for a hookup, but Teagan knew better than to judge a book by its cover. She’d been surprised many a time. She hoped she would be that time around too. “How’s your cup treatin’ ya, lass?” While Teagan hadn’t been in Wales in quite some time, there was still a subtle lilt to her voice, and she never could let go of the Welsh speak. “My latte is simply bangin’.”

If she were being totally honest, Arden had been on edge leading up to the coffee date. If you asked her, when a person very stupidly said the words ‘thank you’ and got a bit of a strange response in return in a town with a secret population of supernatural beings, it was rational to feel a bit panicked. There wasn’t much that could be done after the fact, though, and her dive into the Scribes archives had reminded her that promises, while difficult to break, could potentially be broken, which was a nice reassurance.

She had told herself it was fine, she was fine, everything was fine, and she was not a dog sitting at a table in a burning building. If Teagan was a fae, which she didn’t know for certain, that didn’t necessarily mean she had any malicious intent. From what she’d seen, the woman had been nothing but nice– if a bit flirty– not just to her, but to others online. So, there she was, at her favorite café, sitting across from this gorgeous woman who had, so far, continued to be lovely. She had her guard up, but she was giving Teagan the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t her fault that Arden was an idiot.

At her question, she gave the woman a smile. “It’s great, as always.” She was almost positive the lavender in the macchiato was doing nothing for her nerves, but the drink was good, and it reminded her of Wynne. “And, I’m glad to hear it,” she grinned. Simply bangin’, that was cute. 

…she was gay, sue her.

“I’m curious to learn more about you. What do you do? What drew you to Wicked’s Rest in particular?”

Arden was adorable. For someone who took flirting well online, she had a nervous energy to her. Or maybe it was the caffeine? Plenty of people consumed coffee despite the effect it had on them, and Teagan wondered if Arden was one of them. She shook her head mentally, sipping her latte as if it could wash away her curiosity. It couldn’t be helped, not really. 

The nix had been alone for so long, depriving herself of connection in hopes of protecting others from her. Old habits died hard, and despite telling herself she’d have a change in pace with her move, her pain was one box she couldn’t lift or unpack. Maybe it was better to leave her old ways on their course. They hadn’t steered Teagan wrong. That’s was she tried to tell her self. 

“Currently unemployed. Got one of them…erm…what are they called…?” She muttered to herself, tapping her index finger to her chin as she pursed her lips in thought. “Sugar father!” Teagan snapped her fingers once she retrieved the answer, happy to remember and not seeing any issue with her income. “As for the town, it looked lush and like I could have a ling di long everyday. The weather is just so refreshing and the land is so green.” She continued with a click of her tongue. “Not to mention the crazy rumors on the creepy crawlies. It just sounded like home. Haven’t had one of those in a while.”

Arden let out a surprised bark of laughter, glad she hadn’t been drinking anything at that moment. “You have a sugar daddy?” She certainly hadn’t been expecting that response, and the very genuine and delighted way Teagan had said sugar father had been perfect. 

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard there,” she explained, not wanting to offend the other. While she loved her job, she would enjoy it even more if she didn’t need to worry about earning enough money to live. If Teagan had someone who was willing and able to support her, she certainly wasn’t judging. “It’s a nice arrangement if you can find one.”

“A ling di long?” Arden raised a brow. “Can’t say I’m familiar with that particular turn of phrase.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she watched as the other continued to speak. She let out a hum at Teagan’s words. Haven’t had one of those in a while. 

It filled her with a sense of sadness, hearing those words. Boston, as much as she enjoyed it, had not felt like home, neither had Biddeford. The truth was, as mixed as her emotions were on the town, Wicked’s Rest had been her home, and, despite everything going on, these past few months at the paper, the past several weeks with the Wormmates, this was as close to a home as she’d had in years. And, wasn’t that a little pathetic?

“I can understand the feeling,” she said simply. “By creepy crawlies, I assume you mean cryptids and the like? Where are you from?”

Teagan scrunched her nose playfully, laughing along. “He promised to give me whatever I wanted. I just made sure he kept to his word.” She continued to smile, letting her gaze wander. Arden had a cute laugh, drawing the nix’s eyes to her mouth. Beautiful smile, too. A catch, if she could ever believe a person could be. Love, Teagan had learned, came at too large a cost. 

She wasn’t willing to let her heart extend from her, able to walk around the earth as it pleased. It was why it was so easy to leave the Aos Sí. Teagan had already lost most of her heart, and that was more pain than she ever wanted to experience. Besides, who would want a worn and battered heart anyway?

“A ling di long is a welsh phrase…erm, a walk. A stroll. Is why you never heard it. And well…” Teagan took another sip of her latte, her head dancing side to side just before she completed her thought. “Is also why I’ve got a bit of an accent. Subtle and quiet, but still there.” Absentmindedly, she fiddled with her mother’s old ring on her finger, something she always did when she could feel her chest tense with sorrow. Teagan missed Wales, missed everything that was there, but that wasn’t her home anymore. It died along with most of her family. 

“But yes,” The fae nodded, “The cryptids, and, um, the like.” Her thoughts were getting the better of her, brows furrowing with the effort she exerted to push them away. A few blinks and a deep breath, and Teagan was fine. A smile painted back onto her face. Though, her stomach twisted with nausea anyway. “And you, lass? Where are ya from?”

Okay, so Arden was currently on a date? with a fae. That was more than a bit nerve racking, even if the fae in question did seem nice. Should she mention it? Probably not, right? It was fine. Everything was fine. She was friends with a balam, she could go on a date? with a fae. Nevermind the fact that she was also friends? maybe? with a hunter. Man, her life was way less fucking insane in Boston.

Teagan was quite an animated individual. It was charming, as was the slight accent that was apparently Welsh. “Oh, I did notice, but I wouldn’t have guessed Welsh.” As a stupid American, she couldn’t claim to know much about Wales, but now she was curious to learn more about Welsh cryptids. The topic of Wales did seem to bring the other down a bit, though, so she could drop it. For now. 

Arden offered her what she hoped was a comforting smile. “I’m from here, actually. Born and raised in Wicked’s Rest.” Not nearly as exciting as Wales, though she supposed this town was a lot more exciting than some others. “I left for a few years after college, but I moved back a couple of months ago.”

The conversation was quickly picking up in pace, both parties leaned in to listen. It was a good sign. People tended to lean toward what intrigued them, and though Teagan was the sort to avoid anything that went past the first date or the bedroom, she had to admit, Arden drew her attention. For a human, she was charming and had a certain air about her. As if she knew more than she led on. 

“Oh, most people don’t. Guess Scottish or worse, English!” She playfully gagged, “The worst.” A part of Teagan hoped it was all a ruse, that Arden was hiding a more supernatural nature, but the nix knew better than to risk revealing anything herself. If the woman in front of her was anything but human, she would take the same caution. Mask herself behind the idea that cryptids were nothing but rumors and that Wicked’s Rest was filled with unwarranted conspiracies. 

“Uni? Oh, so I’ve got myself a lady of education?” A chuckle escaped Teagan, her hand nonchalantly reaching to lay above Arden’s. It was a way to hit two birds all at once. A little flirting with a side of confirmation. One that didn’t narrow the list down by much, but she at least got one answer. Arden was warm. So, that took undead off the list.

“What did you study? Why come back now?”

Arden was having fun, despite the thrum of anxious energy in her stomach that wouldn’t quite dissipate. She chuckled at the dig at the English. While she probably wouldn’t have guessed her accent was English, she really couldn’t say much, the clueless American she was. 

At the age of twenty-eight– nearly twenty-nine–  it wasn’t often she felt young per se, but she did feel somewhat inexperienced at that moment. She had barely travelled outside of the northeastern United States, much less other countries, and for whatever fucking reason she couldn’t stay away from Wicked’s Rest. She could’ve gone anywhere after Boston, but no.

It also didn’t help, knowing that Teagan wasn’t human, was potentially much older than her despite her looks. Arden certainly didn’t feel like much of a lady of education, just small and ignorant and human. She grinned at the phrase, though, “I guess you could say that.” 

Surprise ran through her when Teagan casually placed a hand over her own, making the anxious mess in her stomach even worse, though she tried not to show it. “I got my bachelor’s degree in journalism, I actually work at the paper in town.” …that was probably not something the fae would love to hear, come to think of it. The image of her old apartment flashed through her mind and she longed for it, even if it hadn’t been much of a home for her. It was quiet, simple, hers. And Hobbes’ too, of course. She longed to collapse onto the bed. 

Arden shrugged. “I suppose I just got a bit homesick.”

A tinge of sorrow furrowed Teagan’s brows, the knowing making her stomach ache like she was experiencing heartache all over again. She knew what homesick was. The place that molded your heart and defined who you would eventually become. Teagan knew this in a number of ways. Ironically, she had to lose her home so that it could pave the way to who she was then. Someone who she could hardly stand to look at in the mirror, and had an even worse time being alone with. 

It was why Teagan enjoyed company, as temporary as they were. It was a small getaway, a little reprieve. “Sorry.” With a sigh, she picked off invisible lint from her sweater and shook her leg anxiously as Arden finished speaking. 

“I…I get it. Erm—being homesick.” She nodded quietly, finishing off her latte. It took all she could not to grumble at the loss of her mediating task. 

Then she looked at her other hand, which was still laying atop Arden’s. Her thumb brushed over the back of it absentmindedly. Teagan winced and slowly pulled away, doing her best to refocus and go back in the conversation. Journalism. Right. That could change the subject. Had to. It was Arden’s career. “Do you like what you do? Journalism?” A tear dropped before she knew it, and she wiped it away as fast as she could. “Any good stories?”

Shit. 

As soon as she saw Teagan’s face drop, Arden knew it was the wrong thing to say. Wales appeared to be a downer of a subject because of homesickness, then. 

Watching the way the woman began to fidget, it made her sad. It felt familiar, the way Teagan was reacting to what was obviously a difficult topic. Her own anxiety was even worse now, though it reached an apex, panic racing through her, as she noticed the tear. Oh, fuck, I made her cry.

Arden tentatively reached for her hand, wanting to comfort her, but allowing her the opportunity to pull away again if she wanted. “Oh, no, hey, I’m sorry,” she murmured, heart hurting for the other. “I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject. Do you– Do you want to talk about it? Or–” Fuck, she didn’t know what to do. “Can I do anything?”

No, she did not want to talk about it. The awful tragedy that made her…she didn’t want to say it, let alone think it. Of any of the pain. So…why in Fate’s name did Teagan say it so plainly? As if she’d known Arden long enough to allow for such intimacy? “Family was slaughtered in Wales. Home is gone. That’s all I will say.” 

She left no room for questions, for any lingering thoughts to find their way to Arden’s tongue. That was the last thing Teagan wanted. She knew her date meant well, though. “But hey,” She patted Arden’s hand, rejecting the offer kindly. Pity and comfort led to too much, but she didn’t want the woman to feel bad for doing what her heart told her to. It was an endearing trait to be able to listen to it. “It’s sweet of you to offer to listen. Just not something I talk about.”

Teagan shifted in her seat and adjusted her sweater, returning to a happier expression. It felt like a lie again, her stomach rolling uncomfortably. “Care to move to a happier subject?” She smiled wanly, if not a little hopeful. “Or we can move this fun somewhere else?” Her eyebrow bounce and smile were meant to say a little more, but Teagan knew it might get lost in translation. 

Oh.

She didn’t know how to react to that one. She was, of course, horrified, but just… “Fuck. Teagan, I am so sorry.” 

Arden wasn’t close with her family, it was just her and her parents. Her father had been the one she had gotten along with, and she had entirely fallen apart after his death. While she had many issues with her mother, she had still been there to raise her, to support her. Maybe not emotionally, but still. She’d had Jo, too, until they disappeared, and that had fucking broken her. 

Just losing two people had affected her so much; her whole family slaughtered, she couldn’t even imagine. “Yeah, no, I- I understand.” And she did. Arden was quite familiar with avoiding talking about personal and traumatic events in her life. If she could just stop saying the exact wrong things, that would be fucking great.

“Yeah, sorry.” She scrambled to think of a different line of conversation that wasn’t dead family or hometowns or supernatural secrets, though her brain entirely halted when Teagan spoke again. Was she… Did she just jump from dead family to hook up? 

Arden could understand where the other was coming from, but she was having a bit of whiplash. She wasn’t necessarily opposed, but she was just… Her brain and body were struggling to keep up. “I’m definitely not saying no, but maybe we can keep chatting for a bit? I could give you a little tour if you’d like?”

“No, lass. You don’t gotta apologize. Not like you’re the enemy. Not a fan of pity either.” The nix tried to shrug it all off, it looking more like she had weights pinned to her. At least Arden was accepting what she knew would make everything else go away. If only for a night. But of course, as with most things, there was a stipulation.

It was fair, if Teagan were being honest with herself. And at that rate, she really needed to be. Her stomach ached too much as is and she needed some kind of relief. Maybe a buffer between then and getting to a bed was necessary. Getting to know the town could be in her favor anyway. Arden wasn’t so bad either. Charming in a way that was all her own, with a beaming smile that Teagan found hard to turn away from. Maybe it was the wonder behind what a kiss would be like, but despite how much she ran away, even she knew she was slowing her pace. 

“Aye. Chat and a ling di long. I’d like that.” 

She should just drop it, but… “It’s not pity,” well maybe a little, but- “I just- I can empathize, I guess. Not to compare situations at all, I just… I know what it’s like to lose people that you love, is all.” Arden hated feeling pitied; she didn’t want Teagan to think that was where she was coming from. 

“But, yeah, sorry. Don’t mean to prolong an unpleasant topic.” She drained the last of her coffee before standing and offering Teagan a hand. “A chat and a ling di long it is, then. Have you seen the art walk yet? There might be some crabs around, but it’s always a crowd pleaser.”

[a-kaash-me-outside]

I agree with prev anon that reader was a bit frustrating because she said some out of pocket stuff (though it wasn’t intentional or said out of maliciousness) but Atsumu making an effort and trying for 3 weeks is the bare bareeeee minimum come on!!! 😭We gotta stop giving credit to men who do the bare minimum in terms of being a nice respectful person. Like if someone was into me I’d HOPE they would be nice and “try” while they were making an effort to date me???

Especially cause all it took was one comment for him to revoke it and throw it in her face. What does that say about him 😭 reader’s mess up was due to nerves and not stopping to think before she spoke, Atsumu’s mess up was due to him knowingly choosing to perform an action that he was aware would hurt her on some level since he knew she was into him as well. Their convo outside their rooms could’ve been solved with an honest follow up conversation, but he decided to revenge fuck a stranger and make her a witness to it so he could punish her for making a petty comment towards him.

What she said wasn’t even false either because he did have a track record of bringing home multiple girls every weekend lmao if he doesnt like people pointing out his past behaviour then I dunno maybe demonstrate that you don’t engage in that behaviour anymore?! Not go out and immediately prove y/n right!!

okay yes. no okay yes I UNDERSTAND i understand. and i'm not saying we like praise him for the effort that's he's putting into it and the change in patterns that he's exhibiting, but more like aw man no yea this is actually the longest change in pattern that he's displayed.

(omg look another read more because i have so much to say/try to explain) but also it'll all be explained better in the next chapter lmao lmao. i will probably stop long explaining a lot of these and just let you guys read the next chapter and either like it or not HAHAHHA.

i feel like no one is -IN ANY WAY- skipping over the fact that the bs he pulled was shitty and he is an asshole because like yea no ur 100% right he's an asshole.

i just think that the layers that i built into twrt are kinda a lot and complex because it's not just "oh reader is super super into atsumu so why doesn't atsumu just date her instead of having sex with other people" its much more like "reader is keeping atsumu at arms length while still engaging with and flirting and practically fucking him while they're drunk" like reader specifically is not trying to be in a relationship with him while still doing relationshipy things because she's terrified of the effect that it'll have on a lot of aspects in her life and the hesitancy that she's feeling is super evident and real frustrating for someone who has, many times, tried to breech this line of oh let's actually date.

NOW IS ALL OF THIS AN EXCUSE FOR THE WAY THAT ATSUMU ACTED? yea no of course not but i just mean that it doesn't boil down to oh yea no reader has done NOTHING BUT want to be with atsumu she literally wanted to fuck maki like,,,, a few weeks prior to this conversation. and it wasn't as vindictive or shitty as atsumu's because of cOURSE IT WASNT but we don't really get to see atsumu's side or feelings in any of this the entire time bc its from reader pov. so it's hard to like,, understand the other side of it.

and i will say the comment that she makes outside of his door serves less as a reminder of his past and more of sudden change in tendencies. i don't know if that distinction makes SENSE but it does in my mind hehe.

also when i came up with the idea for this fic, this is always the way that i wanted the conflict to go. which became a bit difficult as it moved from being a oneshot to a chaptered fic and all of the feelings that came along with it. this shit is much less ouch when yknow- you dont have as much background as you do in the chaptered versions but i hope that chapter7 gives some insight? some better like oh yea ok yea tori you explained that really well, nice.

[taughtranquility]

the words stressed out & concerned can’t eloquently describe how miguel feels about the situation he’s bearing witness to. his heart is breaking as he watches ethan stifling sobs with tears in his own eyes — miguel’s heart has always been his greatest strength ( & his biggest weakness ) & its breaking into pieces.

ethan is in turmoil. he’s incoherently muttering into tory’s shoulder, her shirt soaked with tear-tracks from their fiancé. he’s sitting next to the pair on the couch, holding ethan’s hand in his own, hoping that the combined presences of his fiancés & fiancées is enough to soothe him. the other boy is CLINGING to his hand like it’s a lifeline, thumb running over the lapis lazuli gemstone in the middle of his engagement ring. he feels like if any more pressure is applied, he’ll break his hand.

miguel has always done his best to help others, & he’s almost always there to be a listening ear to someone’s concerns, or rambles. however, his fiancé is an eldritch being who understandably has TRAUMA associated with a man who almost killed him, wreaked havoc all across the valley, who has hurt his FRIENDS. that same man was one half of the equation with succeeding in pitting robby against everyone ( which caused a depressive episode in ethan ). he’s unwaveringly firm in his belief that silver is influencing everything behind the scenes. miguel knows all-too-well that when ethan believes wholeheartedly in something, it’s tough to change his mind or convince him otherwise. the rulebook for helping an eldritch being through those traumas doesn’t exist. miguel knows that silver is in prison for the assault on stingray, for almost killing ethan. but ethan’s tearing himself to pieces over terry goddamned silver.

he silently watches tory’s facial expression shift from sympathetic to worried, & he winces slightly when she flexes the hand she injured ‘ proving ’ herself to sensei kim. it was something she hid from the group as a whole for a while, as it healed. three weeks after she started dating miguel, robby, ethan & sam, she admitted the truth. she told them she wasn’t hiding it out of malicious intent, she just didn’t want anyone to worry about her. it’s something ethan & tory have in common. the blonde gently runs her hand through ethan’s hair, quietly trying to convince him to lay down in their bedroom. he hasn’t gotten more than two hours of sleep in three days. her face is stricken with worry, & it mirrors exactly how miguel feels.

damn terry silver. may he rot in prison for the rest of his MISERABLE life.

miguel stands up when tory manages to pull ethan off of the couch, surprised when ethan just kind of deflates against her, shoulders slumping & hands curling into fists. he starts to wrap his arm around ethan’s shoulder, but tory gently shakes her head, giving him a look that conveys she can do it herself. miguel lets go, but not before gently kissing ethan’s shoulder. the brunet wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, but doesn’t smile. miguel’s heart aches. he watches as tory leads ethan from the living room to their bedroom, shutting the door.

distressed & emotionally drained, miguel walks over to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water, brushing his shoulder with @taughtmercy’s own in a silent inquiry as to how his fiancée is feeling with ethan’s second emotional outburst today. this one was worse than the first — half of the building was plunged into darkness at the height of his distress, which eventually devolved into numbness & a smaller bout of tears. he’d leaned on tory’s shoulder for support. miguel blinks back tears from his own eyes. ethan’s outbursts, of which he’s had three prior to the earlier one in the day, have been getting more frequent & more intense lately. this wasn’t the first time he’s broken down in tears in paranoia that silver’s free & OUT FOR REVENGE, & it certainly won’t be the last, either. miguel worries for ethan’s mental health.

with a shaky, quiet exhale, miguel walks around the marble countertops & heads towards the cupboards. his expression is a mixture of distressed & pained. he wishes he could just take ethan’s pain away. that’s all he wants. he turns on the tap as high as it will go before popping open the cupboard to grab a glass, sticking it under the running water. his mind whirls as he desperately tries to force away the image of ethan’s distressed expression that’s burned into his mind. with kreese’s death & silver’s arrest, & kim seemingly just gone, everything should be fine. ( BUT IT ISN’T. ) trying to focus on something else doesn’t work, frustratingly enough. miguel is so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he’s just staring at the faucet. he doesn’t realize that the glass is overflowing, with cold water slipping down his hand.

[angstandhappiness]

So true

@bafflement #facts#this poor man#immortality sucks#at least he's never truly alone?

@azerothx And the kicker? Salem destroyed so much, bc her hubby died, so technically speaking it is Ozma's fault, or maybe even it's Salem's father's fault for keeping her locked up in a tower, from which she send letters to help her /jk #no good character is meant to be perfect btw#if they're perfect they're mary sues#and we don't like those

@quetozcoatl #YEEEAAAAAAHHH!!#I AM A SIMPLE PERSON I SEE OZPIN APPRECIATE I REBLOG#i want to kiss you on the lips op#thank you for this post#rwby#ozpin enthusiasm

@eyesteeth #i'm not up to date with rwby#but ozpin support forever

@that-1-nocturnal-creature We love oz, his morals are just a bit skewed bc he is immortal

@lacependragon #this is one of the few things on this season ill reblog#because i am an oz stan first#and a person second#fuck people

@albion-93 Reblogging not because I like Oz that much (with or without the fandom hate), but to keep myself from steering back into hating the guy because this post raises good points. He’s made questionable choices that got people killed (then again, who hasn’t in this show?), but his intentions are as noble as you can get.

@iamafanofcartoons if they stopped hating on Oz? That would force them to hate on Ironwood. They cannot bring themselves to do that. So they shame Ozzie Ozzie Ozma instead.

@chadfarsight #ozma of Remnant#a lot of the things people blame Ozma for#are really TINDICK'S FAULT

@epsilon-system Ozpin isn't entirely innocent, but the Academies were also built to give people the tools to survive against the Grimm. Not to mention the combat schools also do that.

And I do think ozpin should've told the inner circle the full truth, but I don't blame him for not telling RWBY and JNPR.

And I don't think Ironwood got his paranoia from ozpin- Oz spoke against ironwoods decisions repeatedly and never liked the idea that Ironwood brought a whole fleet to Vale in v2 ("...But yes, those are a bit of an eyesore." -Ozpin, v2 ch2, 'Welcome to Beacon'). Ironwood is honestly just really really stubborn. The dude got ozpin kicked off the vale council bc of his paranoia and bc ozpin wasn't budging

#felix (host)#rwby#ozpin#also yeah making atlas float wasnt the smartest idea lol#i can get why he did that#to give ppl hope after such a brutal war#but uh yeah it was dumb af lol

@aspiringwarriorlibrarian yeah it was bad advice, but that was because ozpin is himself traumatized with abysmal self-worth. He's not a jackass who wants kids to suffer, he genuinely believed it would help her. He was just wrong.

@effortlessdeer Oh for sure Ruby, would have always gotten involved, but he definitely still out a lot of pressure on her by making her the leader. He obviously thought that she would have years to train, and I definitely think he could have brought her in to some degree to keep an eye on her, but I feel like he also used her. He could see the spark she had inspiring others, and knew she had great power, so I’m sure he wanted to recursion her and made her leader for that. She maybe took his advice the wrong way But I do believe he didn’t have any malicious intentions, but as you said he is flawed. I also found it odd he did not tell her of her silver eyes power. Perhaps he wanted her to rely on her own skill before learning the power so it wasn’t a crutch? There’s no way he didn’t know silver eyes can destroy grim. Or perhaps he was afraid word would get out about her, and Salem would target her? The Pyrrha as a maiden thing I still feel iffy about. Allowing her to take the power I think should have come with more truth into what was going on. That was always going to paint a target on her back.

@epsilon-system @effortlessdeer I do agree that making ruby leader put a lot of pressure on her, though I imagine there weren't really any other choices. Weiss and Yang aren't leaders, and Blake only started showing leadership skills after she started healing from the fall. So ruby was kinda the only choice. As for not telling ruby abt her eyes, I imagine it's bc Oz didn't want to put more pressure on her. Plus iirc he knew that there was an infiltrator in Beacon so he didn't want that- -information getting back to Salem. And as for pyrrha not getting the full truth, I imagine ozpin thought that pyrrha knowing abt salem would've put more pressure on her to say yes. He obviously didn't want that, so he didn't tell her.

OP's tags: #and im not saying ozpin has no faults#hes absolutely flawed#its a big part of his character and its what makes him so interesting#hes not MEANT to be perfect

God I'm seeing SO MUCH Ozpin hate lately and, frankly, it's completely unfounded.

He is NOT the cause of Ruby's breakdown nor jaunes. "Oh but he gave her that advice in v1!" So?? It's not like he knew it was bad advice! Ozpin saw a student in need of comfort and offered that comfort in the best way he knew how. Oz is NOT the kind of person to leave a student alone when they're despairing.

"But he let ruby join Beacon early!" Yeah, he did, for likely many reasons. Because she's a SEW, she's incredibly important, plus she was going to get dragged into his and salems war ANYWAYS due to her eyes and the fact she was going to be a huntress anyways. Plus, ruby is the child of summer, someone we can assume Oz was close to much like qrow. Letting her into Beacon early was the SAFEST option. Why wouldn't he want to protect her? And it's likely ruby would've gone off to fight Roman if she wasn't let in, and not only that, it's entirely possible he and cinder would've targeted her due to her eyes. Being in Beacon with a team was the SAFEST possible option.

"But he lied to her, the inner circle, and rwby and jnpr/jnor!" Yeah, he did. I do think he should've told the inner circle that Salem couldn't be killed, but a bunch of teenagers he hardly knows? He said himself that his actions are backed by EXPERIENCE. He's been betrayed God knows how many times over tens of thousands of years. Lionheart was not the first betrayal by any means, and Leo literally said the exact same thing RWBY did- "We won't turn our back on you." Why wouldn't he be wary of people he hardly knows, especially kids?

"But Oz dragged kids into his war!" They were going to get involved anyways! At least Ruby and Yang were! Plus ozpin admitted in VOLUME 2 that he hoped they never had to fight in his war! Oz gave them MULTIPLE outs, including pyrrha! Qrow said that they didn't HAVE time, but ozpin gave her time to think on it anyways and even needed her VERBAL consent to start the aura transfer! He didn't WANT to bring any of them into his war! Why would he want to force pyrrha into the same situation he's been in? And as for the Academies, ozpin built them so he could give people the tools and training to defend themselves and others! Protecting the Relics was just an upside to that! Plus he can't nor wants to force anyone to be Huntsmen! It's ENTIRELY up to the students!

"Oz caused Ruby's breakdown!" Believe it or not, he didn't. Sure he gave her bad advice, but he constantly gave ruby and her team an out. She CHOSE to keep fighting. Not that it's her own fault that she had a breakdown, cause it isn't, but like. It's certainly not Oz's fault! If anyone, blame cinder and Salem! They literally attacked Beacon, Haven and Atlas! Ozpin could NOT have known that would've happened, because that was the POINT. All he knew was that there might be an infiltrator, and that was AFTER he let ruby in. I'm sure that if he HAD known about the attack beforehand, he wouldn't have let ruby into Beacon.

Oz is NOT a bad person. He's a traumatized, immortal man who's scared to trust. He cares deeply for his students and friends. He manipulated NO ONE. A lot of that trauma is because of Salem. If you want to blame any character for Ruby's mental state, blame HER.