#and the werewolf is a park ranger (of course)

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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 4 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 5 (word count: 14k)

Harry walked to the trailhead nearest Y/N’s apartment and the moment he entered the thick of the forest he shifted and began to bound through the woods toward his community. He missed his big bed and his nice house. But he didn’t particularly miss the members of his pack.

His community was within the preserve, well hidden. A road that led from the center of the village out to just beyond Silver Wolf Preserve was hidden and gated and led to a back road that eventually connected with a rural street that led into the city. No one had ever found it because it was well concealed. And if Harry's kind was good at anything it was the ability to disguise. They were masters at hiding in plain sight and their clever tactics meant that no human had ever found their safe haven in the preserve.

Many of the homes were small and simple, but the leaders and the noble members had nicer ones. Harry’s was amongst the nicest. His pack was mostly self-sufficient, though they did rely on working with humans for money and had to interact with humanity often. 

The village ran on solar energy and natural resources to get power electricity. And their satellites provided internet just like a modern human community. The difference was, that everything they used was built and made by all the pack members themselves. No outsiders had been brought in.

Walking into the village you’d think it was a regular town. Shops, markets, houses, parks, a school, and a town center with a community building. But many times, his members would leave and visit the city and go to supermarkets or malls to buy things they wanted. They also worked among humans doing various menial jobs. Some were office workers, others construction, and some even worked for the government - all under the guise of being a human. 

But of course, technically, he was part human. He identified mostly as human, but just better. He had all the components of a man and the genetics (plus a few extra mutations which allowed him to shapeshift). He also felt emotions like a human and now, for the first time ever, found himself attracted to one.

“Alpha! How goes it?” 

Harry was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of one of the pack members just as he was getting close to his house without being seen. He thought he’d gotten lucky. But of course, everyone was always on the lookout for him. And they could smell him. 

“Things are well, Daniel,” he spoke quickly as he kept walking, hoping to avoid a conversation. He knew he smelled of the girl. He’d already thought of an explanation for it if he was asked. And it wouldn’t be too crazy for anyone in his pack to come back smelling like a human. They had to work with them after all. But he knew the smell of Y/N was strong on him after their proximity at her apartment not an hour earlier. 

The man asked a few questions about the upcoming meeting but nothing about the obvious smell of the female human on him.

After answering what he could, Harry waved at the man, “I’ve got to get going. It was nice to chat with you, Daniel.”

Harry stepped through his front door and sighed once it was closed behind him. The silence inside his house was welcome. He was glad he declined to have help around the house. It was offered to him upon taking up the title of alpha. He could have had a live-in staff but he didn’t feel that was necessary. He liked his privacy. Instead, he opted for help only on certain days of the week while he was not home. 

And now that he was finally alone, he needed to take care of the physical ache in his body that had been pushed down since the night before. 

Harry threw his clothes in the washer immediately and jumped into the shower in his state-of-the-art en suite bathroom to get rid of any remaining traces of her.

He let the water pour over him, resting his forehead against the tiles and trying to get it together. 

He grabbed himself, moaning when he squeezed slightly, and felt some of the tension leave his body. He’d been hard ever since he left her apartment. Hell, he’d been hard most of the time she’d been in his proximity. 

As he stroked himself languidly, he asked himself yet again- what was it about this human that drew him to her so much? He just couldn’t understand why he was reacting to her that way. He’d been through this before, trying to get to the bottom of it in his head, and he never could understand why she had this hold on him.

Growing up, of course, he’d always known about mates and their bond. That was deeply ingrained in his brain, was what he’d been taught all his life. But she was human. Surely this couldn’t apply to them.

Yet, the way he felt about her, the way he responded to her, physically as well as emotionally, without knowing much about her even– 

Argh. Stop it, you bloody fool.

But images of her were swarming in his head. She’d let her guard down, she’d been vulnerable with him, both while slightly inebriated and later on, in the evening, when the alcohol had worn off… 

He’d resisted her all day, all those glances and remarks and even the way he knew she was heavily turned on, maybe just as much as he’d been, after all- he had the advantage of smelling it on her, and then, finally… he’d had her right there in his arms. Willing, and pliant in his hands. She’d left it up to him to make the final move, and he loved that- loved that she seemingly backed down a bit and let him take control where it mattered. He was a dominant creature, yes, but he found that he enjoyed the way she challenged his authority. Still, she recognized when to give over the reins to him completely, and it made it all the more enticing.

He could still feel her under his fingertips, the way they sunk into her plump skin, the way he could feel her whole body tingling in anticipation under his hold. And the way she would throw her head back and elongate her neck, offering it up to him like that… it was as if she knew what he’d be doing if he had his way, as if she knew he’d sink his canines into her delicate flesh there and mark her as his mate. 

It was as if her body knew. As if she were his mate.

He groaned, speeding up his movements, he was close, so close, and envisioning her underneath him like that, or even previously when she’d sucked his fingers into her mouth, he could only imagine her taking him down her delicate throat. She’d struggle, and gag and her eyes would no doubt tear up, he knew no male human came close to his girth and length, but she’d beg for it, she’d drool for him until he’d give her what she wanted. Until he’d coat her throat with his release and she’d moan and roll her eyes back in ecstasy when she’d finally bring him to climax.

Instead, he wasted all that precious load on the tiles of his shower and winced at the loss. 

He finished cleaning up and patted dry, plopping into the big, plush bed in his den that he’d missed so much. Maybe he was nearing his rut. This was entirely unusual behavior on his part. Now that he’d orgasmed he did have a bit more clarity of mind.

Maybe he should show that alpha female that had been eyeing him heavily a good time, get his mind off things for a change. What was her name… 

Great, he couldn’t even remember the name of his supposed mate- or at least- that’s what people were expecting her to become. Ever since he’d had to step into his late brother’s shoes and take over ruling over the pack, everyone was putting so much pressure on him to mate and start procreating. As if that was the most important aspect of being a pack leader; ensuring lineage.

Even so, Harry believed the rightful heir was Edward, his nephew. He was far too young right now- but he was his father’s son, and Harry was planning to step aside when the time came for him to finally come of age and take over. It was the right thing to do, it was what his brother would’ve wanted. Harry was an alpha, but he wasn’t meant to be a pack leader. It hadn’t been his destiny, having been second born, and he firmly believed Edward was meant to be the future leader. He was just going to ensure the interim.

However, the way the pack was treating his nephew was severely lacking. He could tell people didn’t feel the same way at all. In their eyes, Edward would never be worthy of taking over because of how he’d gotten stuck in his wolf form. But they didn’t understand this was temporary, Harry knew the young one would be able to shapeshift again- he was just stuck, the shock of it all hadn’t worn off. After all, he’d been there that night his parents had been killed right before his eyes- the poor child had shifted into his wolf form in an instinctual effort to protect his parents, but of course, he was no match- his wolf form was a mere pup. 

But even so, his instincts had been highly attuned to the danger of the situation. He’d done right by his parents. Which said a lot about his strength of character, even at such an early age. Unfortunately, though, he hadn’t been able to switch back ever since. And especially since he couldn’t communicate in this form, Harry knew there was a lot of unprocessed trauma there, things he couldn’t get off his chest, and as much as Harry had tried to comfort him and encourage him to shift back, it seemed as though he had an emotional blockage he simply couldn’t get past. Or maybe he genuinely didn’t want to shift back… 

Unfortunately, that also meant that the pack was questioning Edward’s abilities to be a proper leader one day. To them, he was considered to be underdeveloped and even seen as a bad omen. 

Of course, nobody would dare say all these things to Harry’s face about his nephew. But he could hear people talk when they thought no one was around or thought he wasn’t listening. As an alpha, his senses were a lot more acute than others’.

He could also hear them questioning his own abilities to rule over them.

He knew they thought he was much too young at 25 to take on this huge task. And some argued he was never meant for this, having been secondborn. He couldn’t blame them, since he felt the same way. But that didn’t mean he was happy about it, or that he would allow anyone thinking like that about their alpha. Whether they liked it or not, he was their leader, and he wanted to do right by his late brother in doing what he could to ensure the pack’s survival.

He just wished things were different.

Sometimes… he wished he could just live a life he’d choose for himself, not one that’d been forced onto him by fate.

He envied his good friend, Niall. He’d renounced the pack and taken off on his own. A lone wolf. People were calling him a renegade, but Harry looked up to his courage and perseverance. 

He was determined to live life on his own terms, in the human world. Fend for himself, after having given up the pack’s protection, knowing that if he somehow put the secret of their existence in jeopardy he’d still have to face the consequences. And Harry admired the shit out of him for having the courage to live the life he wanted.

He wished he could do the same.

Maybe, that way–

But no. Harry couldn’t go there. He couldn’t set himself up for heartache like that, envisioning any kind of future with the girl. Simply because he knew- she would never want him once he told her the truth. She couldn’t possibly understand that he was… different. In fact, it was unlikely she even believed in such things. Most humans didn’t. The ones that did were made fun of or called crazy. To humans, his kind was a myth, a story told in fiction books and movies full of other mythological creatures. He was a fable. His kind didn’t exist in much of the world. And he would never keep such a horrendous truth from her, it wouldn’t be right to rob her of knowing the full extent of what she’d be getting into with him. Harry was a beast with inhuman ability and the occasional violent tendencies (only when necessary of course) and she was a normal person that was leading a normal happy life. Even if it wasn’t forbidden for him to allow himself to indulge in her the way he wanted, he couldn’t do that to her. It could potentially ruin her life. And that was the last thing he wanted. It was just as much for her own good as it was for his. He could only imagine her look of horror and disgust, the same way he’d imagined it when she mentioned how his eyes were turning golden. He imagined himself shifting in front of her and her being horrified, and he could never unsee it now. She’d think he was a monster. And he couldn’t bear her looking at him that way.

They simply weren’t meant to be.

*

Y/N was pissed. At first, she was hurt, embarrassed… but the more she thought about it, the more she figured that he must have a girlfriend or even a wife. That could be the only answer as to why he reacted the way he did. They were just about to kiss. She knew he was feeling the pull and the sexual tension she was. She could tell by the way he was breathing and the way his eyes took her in. The way he touched her, his fingers lingering and even squeezing at her sides. 

So the only explanation for him to stop like that was that he was feeling guilty. And what else would have a man feeling so guilty in a situation like that? It had to be the answer. 

And she felt like she needed an answer too because his abrupt change in demeanor had her head spinning. It made no sense otherwise. 

But then where was this supposed girlfriend last night? And that day at the lake. Or the night in the woods when she first saw him. And what about the pup and that cabin? She saw nothing that suggested a female’s presence in any way. 

The more she pondered the situation the more confusing it became. And the deeper she started getting with her thoughts the less she believed he actually did have a girlfriend or significant other. 

She even went so far as to imagine that he was involved in some shady mafia-like organization that led to him needing to hide out in an off-grid cabin deep in the forest. But that still wouldn’t explain why he ran out so suddenly. So then what was it?

Shaking her head of her thoughts that were only going in circles, she sent a text off to Nick and her boss in a group text saying she needed the following day off to recover because she’d twisted her ankle and had planned on getting it looked at.

With that out of the way, she determined it was time to find a doctor for her foot, now that Harry was most likely not going to take her to see his. And then her mind wandered once again to the fact that Harry had driven her car so he was without one when he left her apartment. 

She shrugged to herself. Not my problem.

It turned out that looking for a doctor that specialized in orthopedics was not a very easy task. Especially one that might have an opening the following day. 

Giving up her chore she gently limped into her living room and settled on her couch to binge-watch the new television series she’d just started. She needed to get her mind off the tall man with pretty eyes. Junk TV would be the answer. She hoped.

*

A heavy knock at her door startled her as she sat up from her couch. Where she’d been since the night before. Well, she had gotten up to make tea and hopped around to do things that were necessary (like brushing her teeth and using the bathroom), but otherwise, she stationed herself on her couch. The bed and what had (almost) happened there would’ve haunted her dreams, she could still smell him in her room.

Hopping toward her door she looked out the peephole and the sight of the person on the other side of her entry had her even more startled than the knock he issued moments prior.

She considered not answering and just ignoring the intrusion. It wasn’t even 9 am and yet he was at her door.

Slowly she opened the door, not allowing him to have a full view of her body. She was still in her sleep clothes and her hair was messy while he was fully dressed and looking fresh. Did he ever not look perfectly put together?

“What are you doing here?”

Harry looked at her with confusion, “I told you I was going to take you to my orthopedician. Are you ready?”

Y/N looked down over her body and then back to Harry, “No. Of course not. I didn’t think you were actually going to show up…” 

Harry huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “Okay. Well, get dressed. The appointment is in thirty minutes.”

Y/N blinked her eyes in puzzlement and opened the door up a little further, “Uh… I didn’t know– you… I mean, after yesterday I thought…”

Harry raised his brows as he feigned confusion but then stepped into her apartment when she finally gave in and opened her door the rest of the way.

He could tell right away that she’d been sleeping on her couch, “You shouldn’t be sleeping on your couch. That’s a good way for you to hurt your ankle yet again.”

Y/N closed the door but just stood in place. Was he really here? Like nothing had happened? Was she dreaming? What was going on?

Harry turned to look back at the girl, “What? I told you I was coming. You should have been ready. Go do what you need so we can leave and make it on time.”

She was at a loss. She hadn’t expected to see him again. She thought that was it when he walked out of her door the day before. But here he was with soft curls, a sheer silk shirt, those haunting green eyes, and of course, the heeled chelsea boots. But today’s boots were gold. He was wearing gold chelsea boots. 

“Yeah, but–”

Harry took a step forward, “Do you need help or something? We’re wasting minutes discussing my being here. We’ll be late.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at how he so easily dismissed her concern. She really wanted to mouth off to him after that remark- do you need help or something? But instead, she bit her tongue and decided it was a good opportunity to get a doctor to look at her ankle since she’d been unable to find one the night before. She hobbled to her room, closing the door behind her to get ready as fast as humanly possible.

Harry looked around her living room and on her coffee table he spotted an empty mug with two used tea bags next to it lying atop a spoon. He noticed a book and upon picking it up breathed a laugh through his nose when he recognized the title. It was one he read himself not so long ago. Putting the book back down on her coffee table he folded her blanket and draped it over the back of her couch and then picked up the empty mug and the tea bags and brought them to her bare kitchen, finding the trashcan under the sink and placing the dirtied dishes in her sink.

The truth was, Harry knew why she was acting like she was. But he wasn’t going to discuss that with her. He didn’t want to get into why he was actually there or how they left things the day before. 

He had considered not showing up. It was better to just leave it as it was. It would have been exactly what he wanted in the first place. It would have solved everything for him.

But even after he spurted his come onto the tiles in his shower the day before after imagining what she’d look like on her knees before him with his prick stuffed into her pretty mouth it didn’t actually quell his thoughts of her. It only made them worse. So then he began thinking of her in other positions as he did mundane tasks around his house, made some calls, prepared a draft for the new proposal he'd go over at the upcoming meeting, and even got a hard workout in- all to get his mind off of her.

But the moment he stopped moving and sat for a moment he couldn’t help but feel something. What? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. And he even regretted putting his shirt in the wash because then that meant he wouldn’t be able to have her smell near him when he snuggled into his bed for the night. 

He imagined allowing her to ride him with her palms down on his chest holding herself up. Normally he preferred taking the dominant position on top but the thought of having her wriggle over him and attempt to take him in that position, sliding herself down over him, was even more appealing since he was particularly curious how she would handle him. But amongst all of his dirty thoughts at the forefront of his mind was the look on her face as he backed away from her before their lips could even meet, and knocked over her little porcelain figurine. She was hurt.

He hurt her. And that was what eventually had him disregarding his own good senses. For some reason, the idea that she was hurt because of him wasn’t sitting right, not to mention she was actually hurt and needed his help to drive her to the doctor. He'd promised her.

When Y/N opened her bedroom door, Harry peeked down the hall to see her slowly limping toward him. Wearing shorts and a sweater and a tennis shoe on one foot, she had her hair pulled back into a ponytail which showcased her full neck to him. 

Harry scolded himself for the kind of thoughts that something as innocent as her neck invoked. And he even took care of himself before leaving his home that morning in hopes of keeping his reaction to her at a minimum.

*

“The doctor will see you now,” the receptionist smiled at the two of them in the waiting room and Y/N smiled back curtly while Harry blew an exaggerated huff, promptly standing up and helping the girl off her chair.

“There he is–”

“Right. There I’ve been, for the past 20 minutes. You were supposed to see us at half past.”

The man shrugged smilingly, “That’s why it’s called being a patient. ‘Cause you have to be patient.”

“Harry…” Y/N widened her eyes at him suggestively and then cast her gaze back on the man sitting at his desk “It’s alright, doctor. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, I really appreciate it.”

“Please, call me Niall. All of Harry’s friends are my friends. And you must be one hell of a friend for him to be pulling strings like this, eh? He never asks for favors.”

The girl stammered while Harry glared at him, “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. I’d call it you owing me, but we’ll let it slide. For now.”

“Yeah. That definitely sounds more like you…” Y/N muttered under her breath and Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably. 

“We’ll reconvene on this,” the young man laughed. “Let’s see what seems to be the problem, eh? Sit on there for me, will you?”

Y/N did as instructed, and laid her affected leg on the examination bed, reaching to take her sock off but Harry beat her to it. She noticed the young man raise his eyebrows at that as he approached them but switched over quickly to the good-humored expression he always seemed to be sporting.

He palpated her ankle carefully, then further up along her calf, and then called in an assistant to take Y/N over to the X-ray room so he could have a full picture of what was going on.

Harry wanted to take her in himself but the assistant assured him she had it covered, which earned her a small grunt in return.

“Thought this was someone from the pack, but clearly our dear patient appears to be oh so very human. Could’ve given me a heads up, maybe? Would have hated to slip something about her injuring herself during shifting or something and giving you the satisfaction of ending me right there and then, alpha.”

“Maybe it was a test.” Harry couldn’t help but smirk at his friend. Truth was, he trusted Niall with his life. It’s why he allowed for him to go live his life the way he intended to outside the pack. He knew he’d never do anything to endanger the pack. 

“Well, hope I passed. So what’s the deal with this chick, then?”

Harry peered out the window, “How long does an X-ray take?”

“You really gonna ignore all my questions about her?”

“Do you think it’s fractured?”

Niall laughed incredulously, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Harry furrowed his brows, “Is it?”

“It’s probably just a sprain but I wanna be extra sure- for you. As a favor. So does the pack know they’re gonna be taking orders from a human soon?”

“Didn’t you just say she must be one hell of a friend?” Harry glared at him.

“You don’t have friends. I’m your only friend, that is.”

Harry resumed looking out the window, “Maybe some torn ligaments?”

“I’d be surprised. What kinda sex positions are you bending her into for her ankle to sprain like that though–”

Niall’s laughter came to a sudden halt when Harry flashed his golden eyes at him, “She’s human, as you so keenly observed, doctor. What do you take me for?”

“I mean. It’s not forbidden. Or if it is, then I’m afraid I have some explaining to do…”

“Well, you’re not an alpha, are you? I, however… would probably break her.”

“So you have thought about it.” Niall beamed, pleased with himself. “I know you’re oh so much bigger and stronger as an alpha, but your human form she can take, I assure you. If you were looking for medical clearance in that regard,” he winked at his friend and the latter scowled.

“I’m not,” Harry warned.

“Mhmmm… I’m sure you’re not. But just in case at some point, you know… there’s no reason you two couldn’t have a little fun. You definitely can’t get her pregnant, since she’s human so that’s just physically not possible.”

Harry didn’t know why, but hearing he couldn’t get her pregnant if he tried felt like a pang in his chest. He’d suspected as much himself, of course, what with them being practically different species. But this was just another reason not to pursue her in the grand scheme of things.

“Just think of that as a bonus! Maybe don’t knot in her though. Would hate for the alpha himself to deconspire our sacred secret.” Niall realized he should shut up when Harry began to emit a low growl.

The assistant brought Y/N back into the office and handed Niall the X-ray, and he immediately placed it over the negatoscope. “Okay, good news my dear. Everything looks great, bone-wise. I’ll prescribe you something for the swelling to go down faster, but maybe just keep weight off of it for a couple more days. Then resume walking as normal, but nothing too strenuous for a week or two.”

“Oh… at all? I’m glad it’s nothing serious, but do you think taking all these extra precautions is necessary then? My work kinda demands I walk quite a lot… on uneven terrain.”

“Oh? What do you do?”

“I’m a forest ranger.”

Niall looked up at her, interrupting writing down her prescription, “Oh. Interesting. Over at Silver Wolf?”

“Yeah.” she smiled, “Have you been?”

Niall smiled to himself, resuming his writing, “Oh, yes I have. Grew up around those parts, pretty much.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

Niall shot Harry a knowing look, handing him the prescription since he was standing closer to the desk then looked back over to her, “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to ask your colleagues to fill in for you on ground duties for a bit, Y/N. Otherwise, it’s gonna take ages to recover. Not to mention you're prone to injuring yourself again. Alright? I’m sure you can arrange something. Officer.” He winked at the girl and she smiled back, then he walked them out of the office, with Harry avoiding making eye contact til the very end when the two shook hands and he made sure to remind his friend of the difference in strength between an alpha and a beta.

Once they were back in the car things were silent again. Glancing over toward the girl he wondered what was going through her mind. He preferred her little attitude rather than her silence. It led him to think that he actually had hurt her in some way by leaving so abruptly the day before. But that was for the best. For both of them.

Yet here he was once again, testing the waters, so to speak. Why was he doing this to himself? He probably knew the answer to that. It was hard to admit that he was feeling this way for a human. But no one else had piqued his interest the way Y/N had. 

Harry helped her back to her front door but was quick to say his goodbyes, mentioning he had things to do, which he did of course. Edward had been left alone for too long and as much as he wouldn’t mind sticking around with Y/N a little longer, his nephew was his immediate priority.

Y/N couldn’t figure the man out. Just the day before he’d run out on her and left her in a very vulnerable position. And then he showed up the very next morning acting as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t had his hands on her legs and pressing the pads of his fingers into her waist. As if he hadn’t been looking at her with the same longing she felt in her chest.

But he didn’t even come in after he helped her to her door. In fact, he didn’t do much in the way of any sort of signal that he was interested. He’d barely even spoken to her on the car ride back to her house other than to ask her for her ID when they stopped at the drive-through pharmacy to pick up her prescription. She tried not to let the small bit of disappointment that was simmering in her tummy surface at that thought. Maybe she’d misread everything and the brushes of his fingers on her skin and the look in his eyes were all in her head. She couldn’t wrap her mind around why she found that dispiriting. Because she barely even knew him. She didn’t need to get involved with someone like him. Someone who was likely involved in something illegal.

Sitting down on her couch she realized her mug and tea bags weren’t on her coffee table, and the blanket she’d been cocooned in before Harry arrived was neatly folded and draped over the back of her couch.

Huh, that’s weird. 

She knew Harry must have done it because she hadn’t gotten around to cleaning before he showed up. This kind gesture was just another thing to add to the list of her confused feelings.

She wondered what Harry was doing that had him leaving so quickly. Maybe he really did have things to do like he said. She imagined him driving up to some sketchy abandoned warehouse in his crazy expensive Mercedes G-Wagon he’d picked her up in. She shook her head with a laugh. He was a mystery for sure. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was actually up to. 

*

When Harry was about 100 yards from his cabin he smelled a distinct scent. It was faint but familiar. It was the scent of the girl. He knew it was because she’d been in his bedroom and lying on the fabric of his blankets and pillows, but he hadn’t expected that specific scent. 

He licked his lips and walked through his front door to see Edward on the couch with his ears perked but Harry could barely pay attention to the pup because her smell was overwhelming to him. It shouldn’t have been that strong. Not that particular one anyway. 

Following his nose to the bedroom, he wasn’t surprised the fragrance was coming from inside the room. He crawled onto his bed and inhaled picking up only trace hints of the smell he was honing in on. If it wasn’t coming from the blankets on his bed…

Another sniff led him toward the floor in the space between the wall and the bed. He put his feet down on the floor and crouched. There was a piece of blue fabric under the bed. Harry reached for the sacred garment, knowing exactly what it was. He’d seen it on her the day before and now it was lying on the floor in his bedroom.

Harry’s salivary glands began to react immediately and he huffed as he clenched his teeth. Without a single rational thought in his mind, he brought the blue panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The flavor overwhelmed his senses. He sighed and inhaled again, his heart beginning to pound wildly.

Harry plopped down on his bed and raised the panties up so he could get a good look. Basic bikini style in a cotton blend. Nothing like what he’d seen in the dresser at her apartment. These were her more practical panties but to Harry, there was nothing plain about them. He lifted the crotch upward and turned the material inside out to press his nose into the spot that had been sitting against her skin for many hours. 

It was delightful. It was the best thing he’d come across in a long time (aside from Y/N herself). He smiled when he permitted his tongue to taste the fabric and he panted, a small whine falling from his throat just before he began to vibrate with a purr. 

He forced himself to pull the panties away from his face when a very different kind of whine interrupted his delicious train of thought.

His nephew was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, no doubt expecting to spend some time with his uncle having been all by himself for longer than what he was used to. The accusatory look in the young one’s eyes made Harry stuff the panties deep into his pants’ pocket and stand up abruptly. 

“I’ll go get us something to eat, alright? Come on, go outside for a bit till I get back.”

And Harry did go hunt- although he hadn’t planned for it. He’d planned to take Edward back home with him. He only ever brought him over to the cabin while he had stuff to do outside of the pack, simply because he didn’t wanna leave him alone. He truly didn’t trust his own pack enough to do so. Which was food for thought…

So whenever he wasn’t at home, he’d take the pup with him and leave him at the cabin, then pick him up on the way back. The previous night he’d simply needed some time alone. His house back home was definitely big enough for privacy, but it made more sense to come back for his nephew the next morning. Only, he decided last minute he was going to take Y/N to see Niall after all, against his better judgment, and he’d gotten delayed. He felt guilty, in truth. Edward was probably wondering where he’d been for so long. And then when he got back to the cabin, he went straight for the panties and almost forgot about him being there entirely upon finding them.

So yes- he would bring them back something to eat, but he had something more urgent to take care of first if he wanted to be somewhat normal for the remainder of the evening. 

Finding a good soft spot to sit on, leaning against a tree trunk far enough away from the cabin, Harry took out the panties from his pocket with shaky hands. His eyes were surely glowing with how out of his mind he felt, the scent invading all of his senses. Another taste and a deep inhale had him hard in his pants again. His crude wolf nature wasn’t going to be able to let this go. He needed this. Part of him felt silly for being so hard up and not being able to control his urges. But another part of him was feral and unable to resist the temptation. 

Harry spit into his hand and over his tip, smoothing the saliva over himself. He bit his lip to keep his groans to a minimum. With one hand holding the crotch of the panties up to his nose and mouth and his other stroking himself quickly he worked his way toward an orgasm in record speed. The smell and the taste could have him getting off without touching himself if given enough time. He was sure of it.

Imagining her ass in the air and his hands grasping her soft hips as he plunged deeply into her felt so natural. It felt like his base response was the right one. With her soft voice and smooth skin, her lips parted and her body being jolted forward and spread apart for him…

A shaky moan fell from his lips when he began to come, pouring his release onto the forest floor in relief. With heavy breaths, he put the panties back into his pocket and wiped himself up. God, he wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this. He couldn’t imagine enjoying the alpha female as much as he’d just enjoyed masturbating to Y/N’s panties. The alpha was pretty and she smelled nice, but that’s where it ended for him. And he just wasn’t sure that it was enough. 

*

Harry was a mess. He wasn’t sure how he’d made it through the night. He ended up not going back home since he brought food back to the cabin to share with his nephew. He made sure to spend enough time with Edward, telling him about his day- well, as much as he felt like sharing of course, and even shapeshifted again and played around with him for a bit to tire him out. 

Making sure to close the door to the bedroom after the little one had fallen asleep on the couch, he spent the night in the bed Y/N had slept in. It’d been pure torture. But he relished in it, like a masochist. He played with himself again using her panties. He wished he could preserve her scent somehow, though it was wearing off with how much he’d been sniffling and rubbing at them. But he couldn’t help himself. He felt possessed. 

Then after he’d found his release again, he buried his nose into the pillow and it felt like heaven. He’d seen her softer side a bit, and his imagination played into that. He liked to imagine her whispering sweet nothings into his ear while scratching at his scalp after he’d pleasured her over and over again, and they were both still breathing heavily, coming down from their highs. He imagined her satisfied and sleepy but still making sure to cradle him into her loving arms and dote on him before they both gave in to sleep. He’d be spent and he’d fight to stay awake and listen to her sweet voice some more. He’d make sure to switch and take her into his arms before he fell asleep so as to not accidentally crush her, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck and wishing he could mark her there for the whole world to see that she was his.

So when he woke up after alternating between sweet and filthy dreams of her, he tried to busy himself, get his mind off things, but he knew it was futile. One thing kept replaying incessantly in his head, over and over. 

She was his.

He knew it was impossible. He knew he was fooling himself, feeling reckless for every moment he allowed himself to even entertain the idea. But he at least needed to see her, quite desperately so. 

He shapeshifted to reach the station as quickly as possible, making sure to switch to his human form within considerable distance to be safe. On his way there he was growing more and more worried- he hoped he’d find her there and not on patrol somewhere, as per Niall’s orders. He was genuinely concerned for her. 

It was as if he couldn’t get there fast enough. He felt some sort of urgency in his bones he’d never experienced before. And when the ranger station came into view he could immediately tell why. She wasn’t alone.

Rationally, Harry was well aware that Y/N had co-workers. He was also well aware that most rangers were men. But the closer he got, the more he could pick up on the conversation she was having with one of them, and it made him stop in his tracks a few times to listen in before he made his presence known.

“It’s no bother at all, Y/N. Why take a cab when I can drive you, really now… you should’ve given me a call this morning, I would’ve come and picked you up on my way.”

“Really, it’s fine.” 

In truth, Y/N didn’t want Nick to know where she lived. She just had a feeling it was better if he never got to know that about her. But for some reason, he was making a big deal out of her slight limp and how she had to do office work for the next 2 weeks. She’d talked to her superior about it and handed him the note Niall had written for her work, and now Nick was lingering around the station when he should’ve been out patrolling on his own. 

Her eyes widened when a familiar presence came into view. He was standing in the doorframe, and Nick hadn’t heard him come in. Hell, she hadn’t either, but there he was, taking his aviator glasses off and hooking them into the neckline of his shirt, he’d skipped buttoning it up and it showed quite a bit of his torso, as per usual. She tried not to let her eyes linger but there was no helping it. He looked… good enough to eat.

Harry cleared his throat and looked the man straight in the eyes once Nick eventually turned around, “What can we do for you, sir?”

Harry disregarded him completely and shifted his gaze onto Y/N, “How are you? Any better?”

Nick stepped aside, as Harry approached her. She took in just how much he towered over her coworker and how confused the latter looked. She was enjoying this, she couldn’t lie. Both Harry’s attention coming in to check on her, and the fact that Nick was trying to figure out what it meant. Good. She wanted him thinking that maybe she and Harry had something going on, maybe he’d get the hint and stop hitting on her if he thought Harry was in the picture.

“She’s alright. And you are?”

Or not.

“Talking to her,” Harry replied, staring him down. “Shouldn’t you be out patrolling?”

Nick opened up his mouth to say something but hesitated. He looked over to Y/N and she put him out of his misery, “Go. You’re losing daylight. You’ve got more ground to cover without me and I really don’t wanna be late home this evening.”

“... Alright. Good day,” he nodded towards Harry, and when the courtesy wasn’t extended back he finally took his leave after locking out his rifle. 

“I don’t like him.”

“Somehow, I picked up on that. What are you doing here?”

“You never answered me,” he nudged towards her foot that was propped on a smaller stool. He was glad she was heeding Niall’s advice. Good. She’d soon make a full recovery.

She shrugged, “It’s… a bit better? Can’t really tell. Pain wise it’s a lot better, I’ve been taking the anti-inflammatory Niall prescribed. Uhm… I never got to properly thank you yesterday for taking me in. I really appreciate it. Thank you.”

The smallest smile pulled at his lips as he looked from each of her eyes and then took her face in. The way he looked at her suddenly had her forgetting all the doubts that she battled with just the day before. This was the look that haunted her. 

Before Harry could reply the station’s phone rang. Y/N reached across the desk but Harry picked up the receiver and handed it to her, pushing the phone closer towards her as he did so. 

“Silver Wolf Preserve. Yes, we organize guided tours. What area would you be interested in? Let me check our calendar.” Y/N went through their scheduled appointments on the PC and held the receiver between her shoulder and ear to type in the new appointment once she made sure they had an opening available on the requested date. She typed all the necessary info in and when she finally hung up, she looked around and Harry was gone.

Wondering if maybe he’d wandered off through the station, nosy as she knew him to be from how he very blatantly inspected her apartment (though she supposed that was kind of pot calling kettle black), she called out for him, “Harry?”

Finally, she noticed a post-it stuck on the pencil holder facing her, “See you around, officer.”

She audibly exhaled through her nose. She supposed it was for the best. She had work to do, and he was… distracting.

*

Y/N was happy to be finally able to put on two shoes instead of just the one that morning. Progress. She was still limping, keeping weight off of her foot, still stuck doing office work at the station for the foreseeable future, but it’d started raining for a bit and so, she wasn’t all that upset about it in the end. 

She was sipping her coffee at the desk, ready for a slow day when Nick walked into the station. She furrowed her brows at him confusedly, “Hey, you. Filling in for Tom?”

“No. He’s not here yet, then? – Good. I wanted a word with you in private.”

Y/N’s breath caught. That sounded like trouble. She’d hoped Harry had scared his advances away, “...Nothing you could have told me over the phone?”

Nick halted in front of the desk, hands on his hips, “How well do you know that guy from the other day? The one with the cocky attitude.”

“I… uhm, why are you asking?”

“He’s bad news. I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

Y/N felt like asking him what else was new, but instead, she cleared her throat and tried to feign ignorance, “What are you on about?”

“He followed me. More like stalked me. I went out after work last night, had a couple beers at the bar down the street from where I live. Parked my car at my building and walked there. Had my umbrella with me since it’d started pouring and really didn’t notice anything amiss. I was half a beer down when this guy sits next to me at the bar and when I look to my left, there he is. That guy. I initially thought that was just a weird coincidence, but your pal had a message to get across.”

“... What did he say?”

“He told me to stay away from you if I knew what was good for me. Told me to keep my dirty little paws off you, or else.” Y/N was at a loss for words. Stammering to get a word out, Nick cut her off, “He also kept calling me Mickey, he said it was like that pathetic little mouse, and that it was fitting. I swear to God, Y/N. I really had to hold back, I wanted to punch him in the face, but I didn’t wanna risk losing my badge over this. Who the fuck does this asshole think he is?!”

Y/N fought to keep her amusement to herself. Both for the Mickey Mouse remark, but especially for the way Nick actually thought he could take on Harry. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Nick…”

“He’s trouble, Y/N.” He warned, pointing his finger at her as he walked out of the station, “He better not let me catch him in here again if he knows what’s good for him!”

When Y/N heard Nick get back into his car and drive off from the outside parking space, she allowed herself a chuckle. But sobering up, she recognized this was unacceptable on Harry’s behalf. Who did he think he was to do such a thing? It was unacceptable. He’d crossed a line. She wished she could get a hold of him and tell him off. 

Making the trek to his cabin was out of the question with the state of her ankle, and with it raining she wouldn’t have even tried. Plus, he might not even be there for all she knew. 

If only there were an easier way to get to him…

Glancing over to the PC, she searched on Google Maps for Dr. Niall Horan’s private practice. Two could play that game.

When she dialed the number, to her surprise, a familiar voice greeted her, rather than a receptionist.

“Hello! Um… hi! This is Y/N Y/L/N, from the other day?”

“Oh yes! Harry’s friend. How are you doing? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, actually my ankle is much better already. I was just surprised you answered the phone and not someone else. Caught me off guard,” she laughed.

“Oh yeah, Mitzy isn’t in yet, I got here before her to sort some paperwork prior to starting for the day. You’re calling quite early, are you sure everything is alright?”

Y/N grimaced, realizing he was right. It wasn’t even 9 yet. She’d been in such a hurry to get a hold of Harry after what Nick had just told her that she didn’t even think about that aspect. “Yeah, sorry– I didn’t realize I was calling that early. I just got into work myself. I wasn’t even aware of the time. I have to uber here now, and you never know how busy they are… so I just rather be early than late. Anyway– I’m digressing. I’m calling for a favor actually, I hope I’m not overstepping, though…”

Niall chuckled “Don’t worry about it, us early birds gotta stick together. What can I do for you, Y/N?”

“Well… this is gonna sound silly, but I recently updated my phone and lost all my contacts. I was wondering if you could give me Harry’s? I have no other means of contacting him, and it’s kind of an urgent matter…”

Niall smiled to himself. Yeah. She wouldn’t have any means of contacting him, that’s for sure. He was also pleased to see his hunches had probably been right about the duo. “Oh, I dunno, Y/N… that would be breaching that doctor-patient confidentiality…”

Y/N could hear the humor in his tone and mirrored it, “Well, seeing as Harry is your friend, you could maybe turn a blind eye just this once?” 

Niall laughed at her retort and gave her the number. Normally he wouldn’t dream of sharing Harry’s info like that, but for very different reasons than what she was imagining.

Thanking him and wishing him a good day ahead, Y/N shook off Niall’s infectious good mood. She was pissed, and she was gonna get some answers.

When Harry answered in that deep, coarse voice she pushed down the initial response to swoon at the sound. She was on a mission.

“Listen here, Harry… I don’t know who you think you are but you cannot go around stalking my co-worker and then threaten him! Why would you do such a thing? And you followed him? Do you not find that weird? Because I sure do! And what business is it of yours to tell him to stay away from me? Huh?”

Y/N kept going on with her tirade and Harry listened. He opened his mouth once or twice to respond but she didn’t let up.

“Furthermore, I barely even know you! What makes you think you can tell anyone what they can and can’t do around me? I don’t know what was going through your mind! What did you mean when you told him to stay away from me? That’s a weird thing to say to someone that I have to work with!”

When Y/N finally paused to take a breath Harry took the chance to finally respond as cooly as possible, “I’m sorry, who is this?”

Y/N could hear the smirk in his voice. He was playing games with her.

“You know good and well who I am. Are you not going to answer any of my questions?”

“Did he really go running off to you to tell on me? Scared him off that badly, did I?” 

A scoff fell from her mouth at his amused voice, he sounded mighty pleased with himself. “You’re something else, you know that? What you did was wrong and all I’m looking for is an explanation!”

Harry chuckled and that only served to piss her off further.

“Ughhh!” And with that, she pressed the end-call button and let out a breath to calm herself. She hoped she made her point clear. It felt good to tell him off like that.

Harry saved her number into his contacts and made a mental note to have a word with Niall for sharing his info without checking with him first. Not that he minded in this particular case, but still his friend knew better than to share his number considering how he knew he had to keep a very low profile. No, he was actually delighted to have this new means of communicating with her, already thinking of ways he could take advantage of it.

Usually, Harry never acted on impulse. He was a very calculated man, and so, he very seldom regretted any of his actions. However, he’d regretted confronting her co-worker as soon as he’d gotten back into his car that rainy night. He actually felt a bit embarrassed by what he’d done. By following Nick and telling him to back off he revealed that he was more interested in her than he wanted to let on. But that was all done and it couldn’t be changed. He was slightly amused by her upset, however. For some reason, he got a kick out of riling her up. Any passionate reaction he got out of her tickled him. But as much as he enjoyed her attitude he didn’t want her thinking she had the upper hand here. She was the only person he would allow to talk to him that way. If she only knew…

*

Grabbing her things off the desk and stuffing them into her backpack, Y/N was ready to call an uber at the end of her day at the station. Lindsy, the one who would be taking over the night shift was there, and her partner she’d patrolled with had already left. 

The truth was, she was stalling. She wasn’t used to her days going so slow and uneventful. She was alone for most of the day, cooped up at the station, and then going home she’d be alone some more. She knew the reason she was probably overly emotional was because she’d just started ovulating. Probably why she acted on impulse and did all that to get a hold of Harry’s number that morning to tell him off as soon as possible after what Nick had told her.

She was a bit regretful now, though. Knowing Nick, he’d probably exaggerated. Harry could’ve just been at that same bar by coincidence. And yes, he did overstep, telling him to stay away from her, but at the end of the day, that’s what Y/N actually wanted. He’d kinda done her a favor, although she was still not appreciative of the liberties he took in doing so.

But knowing what little she knew about Harry, he’d meant well. He could probably sense Nick’s interest in her when he’d been at the station and the way she wasn’t all that happy to have him reply in her stead when Harry had asked how she was feeling. So, he’d pieced together that he was probably annoying her, and he’d been right. 

Obviously, with the way Harry had laughed it off, he’d not seen it as that big of a deal.

But she always got a bit into her feels, much more predisposed to act on impulse when she was ovulating, and he’d been on the receiving end of it. She probably should’ve held off confronting him about it when he’d no doubt show up out of the blue again. She did miss him popping in unexpectedly, had kind of gotten used to it… and found that she even missed his presence. 

She’d probably go home now and watch some sappy drama on Netflix while she scarfed down the ice cream she kept in her freezer for this monthly occasion. Although she kinda wanted to check and see first if her co-worker maybe wanted to order in something at the station, to share dinner.

“I thought that was your uber outside, but it can’t be. Right? Like who the hell ubers in that?”

Y/N furrowed her brows, limping over to the window where Lindsy was looking outside to the small parking space they had out front of the station, “No, I haven’t called one yet…” she trailed off when she saw none other than Harry’s fancy Mercedes. 

The engine was audibly cut off, and then Harry stepped out of the car. Lindsay whistled lowly, “Well, damn. I was about to go off about visitors bothering us this late, but this kinda visitor I don’t mind– shit!” She took a step back when Harry looked straight at them through the window, “Do you think he heard me?”

Y/N took in her flustered co-worker and fought off her amusement while she grabbed her backpack, “Don’t be silly, he’s all the way out there. Ok. See ya, Lindsy. Have an easy one!”

Y/N was secretly gloating on the inside knowing her co-worker’s jaw was about to drop when she’d see her greeting Harry outside. “Here to challenge my colleague to a duel or something? He’s off duty today unless you got some issue with my other co-workers as well,” she glanced back over her shoulder to the window, and sure enough, Lindsay was standing there dumbfounded.

“Nah. She doesn’t seem to be into women.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him “Oh? That’s pretty presumptuous of you. So let me get this straight… you only have a problem with anyone who would present any interest in… me?”

Harry’s lips curled into a smile, as he raised his own eyebrow at her before pushing his body off of the side of his car and opening the passenger door for her, “That’s what I came here to say, actually. I was just looking out for you. Men can be dangerous when they get rejected, and I could tell he was making you uncomfortable the other day. I’m, uh…” he lowered his gaze while he kept the door open, waiting for her,  “I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

She got closer to the door, looking him in the eye, “I appreciate that. But you were right, he does kinda make me uncomfortable. So even though you went about it all wrong, behind my back, I’m lowkey glad you did. Maybe he’ll back off now.”

Harry wasn’t expecting that. She was always taking him aback with her candor, the sincerity with which she expressed her emotions. He wasn’t used to that at all. His kind were not in the habit of being vulnerable like that, their emotions always kept at bay, lest it clouded their judgment.

He lingered for a bit before closing the door after she got in, and walked to his side, joining her in the car. 

He cleared his throat, starting the engine, “I, uh, was thinking… I could take you home, or, there’s a much more exciting second option…”

“... Which is?” Y/N smiled widely at him when he finally met her gaze. He was acting bashful and she ate it up. 

“I know you must miss your little routine, swimming down at the lake. I could help you in and out of the water. Since the weather let up and it’s actually a nice, warm afternoon… sounds perfect to go for a dip, wouldn’t you say?”

Y/N was grinning in earnest now, “That does sound perfect, actually.”

Harry smiled back at her, a lopsided smile that showcased his perfect teeth and even a dimple she hadn’t been aware of before. She hadn’t really seen him do much else beside scowl until then. It was quite… disarming.

The drive was relatively short. Knowing her colleagues had patrolled for the night, they were safe to park the car on the nearest pathway without anyone ever knowing they’d been there. It was still a bit of an off-trail trek, and Harry insisted she’d piggyback again. When they got there, it was close to sunset, a bit later than her usual time frame, but that was her own fault for dilly-dallying at the station. She didn’t ask, but she had a hunch he’d stood parked there for a while until she finally left.

Y/N didn’t know why he was doing this. He’d apologized, and that was enough for her. He didn’t have to go out of his way like this. But she was secretly glad he did. Maybe a bit more than just glad.

Harry was losing his mind. He didn’t know whether it’d been the fact that he’d resisted temptation and hadn’t seen her in a bit- he’d grown so used to her presence already, but something about her was heightening all of his senses. It felt as though he had her panties flush against his nose the whole time. Her scent was ten times more potent than before. It made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Reaching the lake, finally, he began unbuttoning his shirt right away and nudged at her to follow suit. She bit her lower lip and began mirroring his actions, and Harry had to swallow the lump in his throat when she shrugged her shirt off. Her bra wasn’t one of the ones he’d seen in her top dresser, but even so, the view was spectacular. Her cleavage was making his mouth water, he could even see her pointed nipples through the fabric. Her whole body was littered in goosebumps and he wondered if maybe this was going to be too cold for her. His own body temperature was much higher, and he could withstand much colder environments without any discomfort, but he was aware of the fragility of her human condition.

“Too cold?”

She blushed furiously when she saw him looking at her erect nipples, “No, it’s good. I’ll get used to it. But I usually come in a bit earlier, I get out of the water just as soon as the sun goes down and the temperature starts dropping considerably. Not to mention, you know… animals coming out. Can be dangerous.”

“You tell me when you start getting cold, alright? Don’t worry about animals. I’m here.”

She furrowed her brows, smiling at him. Yeah, he’d somehow scared those wolves away that night, but they were probably just caught off-guard. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to fight off a bear though, should one happen upon them.

He crouched to help her with her shoes and then slid her socks off, and she unbuckled her belt, letting her trousers pool at her feet while he was still down there. Harry fought off a smile before standing up again and helping her to step out of her pants and tried for her sake not to ogle at her almost naked body.

“You’re not planning on swimming in those, are you?” she tried to keep her voice steady.

“I’m not, just not in the habit of, uhm… wearing underwear.”

Y/N felt her throat go dry, “What, like, ever? You just go commando?”

Harry kicked his chelsea boots off, “Yeah.”

“Isn’t that… uncomfortable?”

“It’s just a preference,” he shrugged, “Consider that a heads up.”

He then undid his fly and she barely had time to look away before she heard him discard the skinny jeans.

Harry scoffed, “Nothing that you haven’t seen before, sweetheart.”

“I was caught off-guard that first time!” she defended.

“Yeah- only took you the amount it took me to get to the shore to figure out I was naked, hm? I don’t mind it, obviously. Are you gonna keep all that on?”

She slowly turned to face him again, making sure her gaze only met his, “Yes. Shall we?”

He nodded “Are you alright with me carrying you like this?” he gestured to himself, referencing his state of undress.

“Yeah…” her voice was small but she was determined this wasn’t going to be an issue. It wasn’t an issue. He was right, she’d already seen him naked. Would a pair of boxers really have made that big of a difference?

…Probably yes, but it was too late now to back out of it. It wasn’t making her uncomfortable, in truth, just very shy, and she didn’t want to appear weak or silly in front of him. She didn’t want him knowing the level of effect he had on her.

She let him take her into his arms and walk them into the water. When the soles of her feet first touched the cold surface, she flinched, pulling away, and contracted her muscles which of course made her cry out in pain a bit.

Harry cursed at himself for having overlooked that. There was only one way to cut her suffering short though- and that was submerging the both of them fully into the water now that it had gotten past his middle- it was deep enough.

Resurfacing, Y/N wriggled her way out of his hold. He’d propelled them deeper and now they were deep enough for her to float. She splashed water at him, inhaling sharply through her mouth and panting heavily, “You jerk! Why’d you do that for?!”

“You were hurting your foot– this was the fastest way to get your body accustomed to the difference in temperature!”

“Couldn’t you at least warn me?! Hey, Y/N, hold your breath in for a sec?”

Harry threw his head back, laughing, “I don’t sound like that!” He splashed water back at her for mocking his English accent.

Y/N was momentarily frozen into place taking in the sight of him laughing with his whole body. It left her breathless, more than she already was. She averted her eyes when he looked back at her running his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back.

Floating on her back, she allowed herself to calm down and enjoy the feeling of being weightless, something that was downright therapeutic for her injured foot, “This feels amazing.”

Harry just looked at her, taking her all in. She looked at ease, and he was happy for it. He was also glad to have her scent watered down a bit. It was driving him wild. He didn’t know how he was going to drive her all the way back home.

They both swam for a bit, and Y/N took note of his technique. He was a natural. Surely he must’ve done this his whole life. He moved in the water seamlessly. The sun had gone down and the moon was up in the sky, with stars slowly coming into view as well the darker it got.

She floated on her back again, taking in the view she so rarely got to see from inside the water. The sound of crickets and frogs were getting louder and louder, and Y/N felt her batteries recharge. She’d missed being out in nature, even though she's been cooped up in the station office for just a few days. She glanced over to her side and noticed it had actually gotten much darker than she realized. She could barely see the outline of Harry’s profile, illuminated by the moon, as he floated on his back near her. Somehow, as though he’d sensed her looking, he turned his face to the side to meet her gaze. 

“Getting cold?” he murmured.

She nodded, submerging herself up to her torso, her toes touching the floor of the lake if she wanted, “A bit, yeah. I don’t want to go, though…”

He mirrored her actions and got closer to her. His skin glistened in the moonlight, and his eyes seemed all the more brighter. She could never get over his eyes. They were mesmerizing. She hadn’t even had the presence of mind to realize that he’d brought his arms around her until she took note of how closely she could look into his eyes. He was holding her close to his body. Impossibly close.

“Better?”

Y/N nodded slowly, not sure what to do or say next. She could hear the water droplets break the surface of the water as they rolled from off of his face, that’s how close they were. Could hear him breathing. 

She brought her hands over his pecs, tracing the outlines of the swallows tattooed on each side, then rested her palms flat against them, “You’re so warm…”

He was seemingly emanating warmth. Her own hands were cold as ice against his skin. She looked back into his eyes, ungluing her own from her palms resting over the tattoos. Then her gaze inadvertently dropped to his mouth, and she wondered whether his lips would be just as warm. As if reading her mind, his tongue peeked between them, wetting his lips, and she glanced back into his eyes. But his were focusing on her own mouth, his lids heavy and his breathing a bit shallower. His heart beating a bit faster under her palm- or was she just imagining it all? She couldn’t break away from under the gravity of the moment to be able to tell. She felt as though she was in a trance.

She felt his fingers squeeze at her midsection a bit, pressing her even closer to him, flush against his body, and she gasped feeling him poke into her abdomen in doing so.

“Are you going to keep these on when you get dressed? You’re going to soak your clothes…”

His voice was deep, yet quiet. Barely above a whisper. It sent shivers through her body, and not because she was cold anymore. In fact, she felt as though she was on fire.

“I… I suppose not.”

Harry was teasing her a bit for not having foreseen having to take off her underwear anyway- but the reaction he got out of her was much better than he could’ve ever anticipated.

Without taking her eyes off his, she bent her arms so that she could reach the clasp at the back, unhooking her bra and peeling it off, throwing it into the water without a care. The top of her breasts were barely breaking surface, her nipples still obscured from his view, but Harry’s mouth fell open at her brazen act. His hands wandered further up her body, until his thumbs reached the undersides of her breasts, thumbing at the curve of them there, back and forth, ever so slightly. 

She allowed herself to let her hands travel further as well, the tips of her fingers reaching underneath his wet curls at the nape of his neck. In doing so, she’d pushed her body slightly higher up in the water, her torso emerging from underneath the surface completely.

His hands went under her bum on instinct, supporting her fully, bringing her eye level to him, and her legs went around his torso, his hardened cock now pressing into the underside of her left thigh. She couldn’t help but card her fingers through his hair, their noses coming into contact, him tracing the tip of his around hers until tilting his head sufficiently to the side and capturing her lips between his. He sunk his fingers into her fleshy bum when she opened up her mouth and invited his tongue in with a breathy moan.

The moment his lips met hers he was changed. Her soft mouth and wet tongue tasted and felt even better than he’d imagined, and he’d certainly imagined it. And her sweet moan would have made him weak in the knees if he were standing on land. He’d never felt anything so hot and intimate in his life. A part of himself knew that once he kissed her he’d be unable to stop pursuing her. He was already obsessed. But the feel of her fingers in his hair, her plush thighs wrapped around his middle, the way she slid her tongue against his and sipped at the tip when she closed her mouth around it… he could barely hold it together. This had just gone beyond obsession. 

He wanted to bring her to the shore and show her what else his mouth and tongue could do. Hear more of her little moans and whimpers as he satisfied his hunger for her.

With his fingers digging into her bottom he pulled her in closer and felt the skin of her thigh pressed hard into his prick. She gasped at the feel of it and he smiled into the kiss. His own heart was pounding so hard he could hear it. He wished that she wasn’t wearing underwear so he could press himself to her center, just to feel the heat, the slippery mess he knew must be leaking out into her panties.

Keeping hold of her bum on one side with one hand, he slowly moved the other upward, over her ribs, and ghosted the underside of her breast again, needing another feel. He really wanted to lay her flat on her back and knead them in his hands and then flip her to her tummy and do the same with her bottom before stuffing his face into the fragrant warmth between her thighs.

Another moan fell from her lips and Harry parted from her with a gasp. Both of their chests rising and falling quickly. With his forehead leaning against hers, Harry kept his eyes closed because he was certain they were glowing golden with how worked up he’d gotten. He would have continued kissing her all night but he could feel her shivering, despite his own warmth surrounding her. He needed to get her out of the cold water. And he needed to calm himself with a few deep breaths.

“Let’s get you out and dried off so you can warm up,” Harry whispered softly so as to not break the delicate moment. He held her close so she couldn’t see his eyes as he brought them both out of the water, going a little slower than he normally would to give his body and his wolf time to settle.

With his hands releasing her thighs he gently placed her down, unable to deny himself from the briefest glance at her bare breasts before quickly looking back into her eyes. He couldn’t look at her body for too long or he’d start to lose it again. 

He quickly bent to her pile of clothing and went for her shirt to bring it to her, but before he could straighten back up, she threw her drenched panties right under his nose.

Harry tried to keep his composure, making sure to keep his eyes on hers as he approached her again, placing her shirt over her shoulders, and then running his own hands up and down her frame to warm her up. 

Y/N melted at his affectionate gesture, especially after throwing her panties over to him like that. She expected him to look at her hungrily, maybe even try for more, but his priority was getting her warm. And she was getting warm. From the inside out. 

He bent to get her pants next, while she shrugged her arms into the shirt properly, buttoning it up. He crouched in front of her the same way he’d helped her take them off, and she placed one hand on his shoulder for stability, noting how he was keeping his eyes firmly on her feet, gently helping her by bringing the material up her legs and when he reached the hem of her shirt he sat up straight, looking her right in the eyes again.

She tucked it into the trousers and secured her belt while he retrieved his own pants. She wished she could extend him the same courtesy but she wasn’t as strong as he was. Not only that, it was hard to miss. 

Y/N already knew that his dick, even in just its flaccid state, was more sizable than any man she’d seen before but she was not quite prepared for its aroused state. Watching him move with his fully erect cock, heavy and swaying under its weight had her clenching and squeezing her thighs together involuntarily. She imagined the way it felt so hard and thick under her thigh when they were in the water. It made her palms sweat just knowing that that had just been pressed against her body.

She watched with labored breathing as he winced with a scowl, trying to tuck his erection into those skinny jeans of his. Which proved to be an issue when he had been unable to button his pants, his thick crown was pushing out over the top of the waistband of his jeans in a teasing call. Her mouth dropped open. Maybe that’s why he preferred going commando. Perhaps it was out of necessity more than preference given that it seemed unlikely anything could contain him.

He next bent to pick up his own shirt and on his way back up, he halted, taking her in. Her shirt had clung onto her damp body, the outlines of her breasts still deliciously visible, her wet hair dripping over top and making the shirt even more see-through. He’d just seen her naked but this was just as enticing. Getting her clothes on had done nothing to dampen his desire for her.  

Instead of putting his shirt back on, he decided to add another layer of warmth to the girl, placing it over her shoulders. She wasn’t shivering anymore, but he could tell she felt cold still, and he really didn’t need it. Looking at her engulfed in his much nicer, larger shirt, knowing his scent was going to cling onto her now and follow her into her bed that night made him even more feral. If nothing else, this would be the way he’d brand her as his in that moment. It was a far cry from what he actually wanted to do, but it was making him wild nonetheless. He imagined her swaddled into the nicest furs in his den, her skin just as damp but from sweat and their mixed juices, her body trembling from ecstasy, not cold.

He swiftly placed his hand around the front of her neck and pulled her in for a quick, wet kiss that had her feeling dizzy. She’d never had a man put his hands on her neck before and the way Harry had done it, so tenderly, and confidently would have her rethinking all of her favorite intimate experiences. Surely this one had just replaced them all for top spot. No, it most definitely had.

His hand lingered on her neck as he rested his forehead against hers, and rubbed the tip of his nose to hers, trying to collect himself once more, “We need to leave before I lose my senses completely, Y/N. You don’t know how much it’s taking me to keep from doing unspeakable things to you right now. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

His voice was low and he’d even added a slight squeeze around her throat at the end there, for emphasis. It almost rendered Y/N unconscious, but not for lack of airflow. She felt like she was floating. Her voice came out small and shaky with need, “Please.”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling deeply through his nose and forcing himself to push his body away from hers. He didn’t trust his hand around her fragile neck with the state he was in, he didn’t trust his hands on her body at all, or even himself in her proximity. He wanted to devour her. 

“Careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”

Chapter 6

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[gabessquishytum]

not smutty at all for once, but:

Park Ranger Dream (or whatever- he's mostly on his own out in the forests, making sure nature isn't being fucked with) who starts being followed around but a random wolf.

the wolf is harmless and really acts more like a regular dog half the time. it accompanies Dream on his patrols and eventually back to his cabin.

soon he's around like, all the time and also now there's wolf pups hanging around too. they're adorable and Dream is fond of them but it's starting to get a bit... weird (and worrisome- they're getting too used to humans!).

one day the wolf gets hurt- a bear trap, maybe?- and, well, Dream just can't let him run off while so badly hurt... so he feeds him food with sedatives and wraps up his poor leg and brings the pups inside for the night.

the next morning he finds a still kinda drugged human outside with a bloody bandage on his leg and a wound to match the wolf :' )

turns out the wolf was a werewolf/shifter named Hob and Dream has always smelled like pack and hey, these are my pups and my mate is gone, won't you help me raise them?

:)

Cute!!! Very very cute!!!!!

The pups are still too little to shift, yet. They snuggle up to Hob’s chest (which is just as furry as it is when he's a wolf tbh) and practice grooming him. Dream is enchanted by the sight of the little family, and what can he do? Say no? Send them all out into the cold? It's not gonna happen.

Once the pups are fed and sleeping off their meal, Dream focuses on Hob. What does he need? What does he want? And Hob shyly explains that his mate was always the more dominant one before she passed away. She made the decisions for their little pack. Since she's gone now Hob has tried to step up and do the best he can but it just doesn't come naturally to him. He was made to support and follow, not lead. He wants to raise his babies and be a homemaker, to make the den clean and warm for his mate.

Dream is melting as he hears Hob speak. Of course he can't resist: he offers Hob a home in the cabin if that's what he wants. They can take it slow, and make it work.

He thinks that the way Hob tackles him back against the floor and starts licking his face might mean yes, please.

#the sandman #dreamling

[thorns-and-rosewings]

And now here we are at part 9 of the Reaper King AU💀, I know it's been a while since I updated but unfortunately life has a habit of throwing wrenches into plans. Sorry about that...

TW: As usual, disturbing imagery and some sensitive topics being brought up.

-Bloodmoon is just pissed off beyond words which is extremely evident as he grabs Sun and fully prepares to mangle him-

Harper: FREEZE!

-The Bloodtwins barely stop a millimeter from Suns face and cast a very annoyed look back to the park ranger who just walked into a group of cryptids like it was nothing.

Bloodmoon: This is revenge! We want to kill them SOOO bad! Don't interrupt this!

Harper: I'm only interrupting because your dad called; he's coming to see what is going on... And to hold off any killing until he gets here.

-Bloodmoons look of irritation quickly evaporated into one of smugness and he let out some barking laughter as he looked down at the still bound forms of Sun and Moon before him.

Vamp: Ohhh dad's gonna handle you two himself!

Lycan: So you're already dead, hope you have your funeral plans laid out already!

-Moon growls hatefully at the gathering of supernatural creatures before him but his eyes narrow as he looks at Harper with particular malice.

Harper: No, I do my job. I try to keep people alive who come here, but if you're are stupid or just outright unlucky... Well... I gave warnings. Nothing else I can do.

Moon: So... you're working with these freaks?

Banshee: (Chuckles) You're dating our dad too.

Moon: Oh God...

Harper: (Laughs) And of course, that's a major reason why I don't care if stupid people die.

-Wendigo shifts around until he is essentially sitting in a 'cat loaf' position. The massive creature looking over at Bloodmoon and the younger monster kids close to him.

Wendigo: Did Dad hear the call from all the way on the other side of the mountain? I thought that's where he said he was hunting today.

Harper: I don't know if he heard it per say; all I know is that he said that his 'Dadcode Sense' was going off and he was coming to see whatever was going on for himself... I think he's got the most powerful parental instincts there ever were, so I wouldn't question it.

-Wendigo chuckles as this is seemingly agree upon by all of the creatures present.

-As absolutely bizarre as it is for both Sun and Moon to witness... They watch this group of horrifying miscreants, even BLOODMOON, get along. Chatting as casually as if there was nothing weird at all with the situation. Hell Bloody several times even playfully pats at the vampire and werewolf twins. His actions showing no hint of malice; as he truly viewed the entire lot as his family and treated them as such.

-Suns gaze continued drifting to all of the different monsters in front of him. And somehow Sun can see them each as the children they were before they transformed... He doesn't know HOW he is doing this, but the thought that all these kids had their humanity taken from them by Killcode and Bloodmoon somehow nearly makes him sick.

-He suddenly notices that the little blue flame atop Bloodmoons head has a pair of white eyes and is actually watching him. Upon noticing that Sun was looking back at her she floats off... Those white eyes fill with tears and grows larger, roughly the size of a 5 year old and she stands next to Bloodmoon and just... Clings to him... He pats the little girls head and glares malevolently at Sun all over again.

Harper: (Noticing Wisp seeming distressed) Wisp honey, are you alright?

Bloodmoon: The bastards tried to kidnap her. Yet another reason we want them DEAD!

Harper: (Whistles) Wow... Hope dying quickly wasn't your plan because once KC hears that, well... You earned it.

-These words get cruel snickering laughs from the other monsters present.

-Yet this laughter was cut short as the entire area seemed to suddenly become veiled in shadows. A particular patch of darkness started to creep across the ground. Eventually stopping in the very center of this gathering... And then from this seemingly living shadow a massive clawed hand emerged before slowly the rest of the body was pulled out of the darkness...

-Reaper Killcode stood in all of his horrifying glory.

-After a moment there's a movement on his back and it became noticable that The Baby was on his shoulders. Only now she looked far more like a baby animatronic, one that closely resembled a tiny version of KC at this point. She moves from where she had been clinging to him like a little sloth and looks to Harper and extends a tiny clawed hand. While saying 'Mama!'

-The baby's name is now Shinigami. Or Shini for short.

-She is the only one of the Monster Family that truly views Harper as her mom...

-Harper is like the totally chill step-mom who is very respectful of boundaries and has made a massive genuine effort to become friendly with each of KC's kids. So even if she doesn't have any parental status to the kids she is given a certain amount of respect and they all are on good terms with her.

-Even the Bloodtwins and that was a massive life ACHIEVEMENT...

-Harper takes Shinigami into her arms as KCs eyes land on the bound forms of Sun and Moon and he is immediately bombarded with the story from Lycan Vamp and the Bloodtwins. While Wisp didn't say anything she gave a motion that she wanted to be held and KC picked her up and settled her into the crook of his arm.

-Only once he got the entire story did KC slowly approach Sun and Moon while slowly pulling out one of his scythes.

KC: Well well well... Out of all the individuals I never expected, nor wanted to see again... You two were at the top of the list.

-There is a brief conversation, mostly with Moon just snapping at Killcode demanding to know how the hell a whole forest just randomly shows up in there world eight days after he sent Bloodmoon and KC through the portal.

-This reveals that not only did the Monster Family (Their default title) NOT know how their home moved dimensions, but also revealed that eight days in this dimension was actually eight years in the dimension they had been in.

-But before anything else could be stated, surprisingly it is Sun who asks a question...

Sun: Did you steal a bunch of kids from their families and turn them into monsters?

-The question clearly made the tension rise amongst the entire group in the area. With many sets of eyes narrowing at the sunny animatronic. But the most extreme reaction came from Wendigo, who not only shot upright from his loafing position, now bipedal and being the height of an adult bull moose standing on its hind legs... He slammed his fist into a nearby tree, practically making it explode into a mist of splinters... He made a movement to lunge for Sun in his anger. Only stopped by Killcode holding up a hand, preventing him from advancing any further.

Wendigo: Shut your damn mouth! Our father RESCUED all of us!! Don't you dare insult him!

Banshee: (Tightening the chains binding Sun and Moon) Dad can WE kill them? I'm gonna rip that one's jaw off!

KC: (Sighs) It's alright kids, ease it up... Mere words are not enough to upset me. In fact I'm going to do these two a favor and overlook the fact that he even said anything at all. Considering... They may be useful to us.

Bloodmoon: You're joking! You can't be serious!

KC: Bloodmoon, what are our laws?

Bloodmoon: What does that have to do with-

KC: (More forceful) What are the laws?!

Bloodmoon: Never kill kids, never kill someone who can't fight back and-

KC: And never kill anyone you are indebted too... And like it or not; we are indebted to these two.

Bloodmoon: WHAT?!

KC: Had they not sent us through that portal, we would not have everything we currently do... We would not have our family. And I would rather not envision what our lives would look like then...

...an uneasy silence falls over the Monster Family as they listen to their patriarch, but he brings his scythe up closer to his face and inspects the blade...

KC: However... You did just attempt to kidnap one of my daughters. Which would under normal circumstances... I would cut you down where you stand. So that debt is essentially... Null...

Moon: So what the fuck are you doing then? You looking for an excuse to kill us? An excuse to bend your own rules?

KC: No... But I have to acknowledge ALL of the facts. Ultimately you're not entitled to any mercy from me at this point. BUT... You Moon, could be useful to me and my family.

Moon: ....how?

KC: We have been fortunate to not have any grievous injuries that need specialized repairs... But such a day could come. Be it for Bloodmoon, myself... Or my daughter Shini. But should that day come, we'd need someone with the knowledge, resources and the skills to do aforementioned repairs.

Moon: .....

KC: So here is my offer. We agree to a mutual deal... Should we need your assistance, you provide it. But mostly the arrangement would be that you leave us alone and we leave you alone.

-KC suddenly moves his scythe until it is perfectly level with Suns neck...

KC: Of course, this offer expires in 10 seconds... 9... 8... 7-

Moon: Okay! Okay! Fine! We'll take the deal!

KC: Wise decision... (Puts his scythe away and motions for Banshee to release the two from her chains, which she does and the brothers quickly stand up) Now get out of my sight...

-Moon grabs Sun by the shoulder and drags his brother away, careful not to spare a single glance at any of the monsters, Bloodmoon or the Reaper...

...This was not going to be fun to explain to Solar...

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[redheadspark]

Hi! Can I have number 12 with Jack Russell please?

A/N - AWWW, I love this for Jack! Thanks for the request, dear friend!

Beauty

Summary - Jack shows you the one place that brings you peace

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“Jack, this is beautiful,”

“Thank you, my love.”

You hummed as you were sitting in front of a cackling fire next to a very still lake that looked like it was a picture out of a nature documentary book.  It had to be, the clam waters that made the lake look like glass, the tall pine trees that were reaching up to the sky to attempt and touch the stars that glistened and twinkled, even the scent of the trees mixed with the rich soil beneath you, this place was picture perfect and breathtaking.

Jack placed a few more logs on top of the fire, embers floating to the sky as he hummed and rubbed his hands together, finally satisfied with the campfire that he made with ease as he sat down next to you on a fallen log, “I love this place, and I’m glad I brought you along for the weekend,”

“I’m honored, Jack,” You replied back as you laced your fingers together, leaning against him and feeling him press his head against yours. Iff there was one thing that you knew about Jack, it was that he loved having his own space to recharge and reconnect with himself.  He loved this lake, tucked away from the highway but close enough where he could sneak in and out for the weekend.  Jack knew the rangers in the park and helped them out a few times with monsters and beasts that would roam the area and cause mischief for the humans that wanted to enjoy the recreational park.  

In exchange for driving out the monsters and bringing peace to the land again, Jack was given an unlimited pass to the park and could come whiner he wished.  Of course he used his pass constantly, finding the place serene and peaceful for him to come to after a nasty werewolf transformation or bad monster hunting session.  

Now he was bringing you to his special place, which moved you inwardly and outwardly.  You knew his job was stressful, even dangerous and it made you worry that he would not be able to stay sane.  But he told you about the park he would camp in, alone and simply enjoying the beauty of nature and the great outdoors, and you knew It was perfect for him.  

He asked you to come with him this weekend, being a bit nervous to the notion that he would bring his girlfriend along to one of his sacred spots.  You were shocked to say the least, but you couldn’t say no to him, not when this was a huge deal with him and how he lived his life privately.  You rescheduled appointments you had that weekend and made sure everything else was taken care of, then with a pack duffel bag, you followed Jack to this place and never once regretted it.

“So, I have to ask Jack, why this place?” You asked him while he was getting out some supplies to cook the dinner he packed in the igloo next to the campfire. Jack grinned from the question, getting the cook grate over the fire before he worked on the meat that was store, “It’s a gorgeous place, don’t get me wrong.  But still….why here?”

“I love nature,” He replied in a shrug as he placed the chicken and steak on the grate and then some of the spices at the ready on the side, “I’ve always liked nature since I was little.  It’s a good place to not be distracted by anything else, the chaos of the city, all of it.  Here, I can just be me…and it makes me think this place can be a small snippet of heaven, or some kind of it,”

“I can see that,” You hummed, looking at the lake in front of the pair of you with a soft grin, “It’s good to have a getaway every once in awhile, and mostly with you and all you had to deal with the past few times,”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Jack reasoned as he seasoned the meat.

“Nothing that should be pushed under the rug,” You countered back at him as you rubbed his back with your knuckles, “Your mental health is just as important as your physical health, Jack.  And to know that you’re taking care of it by coming here for a few days makes me happy and relieved.”

Jack blushed as you rang your fingers in his peppered hair.  Jack hated getting compliments, maybe he was not used to it but it was not a normal thing for him to experience himself.  So when you two beams fiends and started dating, even long after you found out about his profession and who he was, you would shower him with words of affirmations and compliments.  He deserved it, and to see him blush to act like a silly school girl was just as amusing and amazing to experience.  You then made it your goal to make sure to express to him how much he meant to you, whether it was your words or in your actions.

“This could be our place,” Jack hummed to you as the meat was cooking on the grill, leaning back on the log a bit as he wrapped you in his arms, the sounds of the fire cracking away and the night animals coming to life around you two, “I find beauty in this place, and now it’s radiant with you here next to me,”

You snorted and slapped his arm to make him laugh, “You’re far too corny,”

“You love it though!  Don’t lie!”

“I do, and I would never lie.”

The End.

August Prompt Session

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[howdy-cowpoke]

TIMING: Before ‘The Sound of Silence’ LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Monty (@howdy-cowpoke) & Gael (@lithium-argon-wo-l-f) & Kaden (@chasseurdeloup) SUMMARY: Two ding dongs come to visit Monty and play in a fútbol match with a bunch of zombies. There is jealousy and confused feelings abound. CONTENT WARNINGS: extreme dumbasses (: 

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What do you get when you mix together a bunch of zombies, a werewolf, and a ranger? A good time, surely!

Of course Monty didn’t know that Kaden was a ranger, or a hunter of any type, but that was beside the point. The point was that two out of three of his favorite people that he didn’t see on a daily basis (sorry, Daisy) had come to kick a fútbol around and have a good time, with the promise of barbeque and drinks afterward. Now the zombies had their own special patties for grilling, but Daisy had made sure to set aside some actual beef for their very alive guests. It was just a matter of making sure that those two got the right meat. Easy!

All the participating farm hands were clad in their various matching t-shirts, one team red and the other blue. Monty was wearing blue and Daisy red when the first guest arrived, earning excited waves from them both. “Gael!” Monty called him over, chucking a blue shirt at him when he was within range. “You’re with me, amigo!” Daisy smiled broadly and gave a shake of her head.

“Good luck fightin’ him for the ball, dear. He’s a freakin’ hog.” 

They’d only been making small talk for a few minutes when Kaden arrived in his truck, pulling up with the rest of the vehicles parked by the large side yard with the makeshift goals set up and ready to go. As he approached, Monty plucked the rolled up red shirt from beneath his arm and held it out for Kaden to take. “As promised, we’re frenemies for the afternoon,” he said, sounding perhaps a bit more shy than he had a few moments ago. “But blue team is definitely going to kick your butt, so don’t get an ego just yet.”

— When Monty suggested that Gael attend his session of fútbol, the professor wasn’t sure to expect but he was always down to have a little bit of friendly sport. He pulled up in his mini-cooper, parked it in its familiar spot and he didn’t have to look around for very long when he heard Monty’s voice. He turned his head, tilting it slightly as he heard his name - a small habit he picked up some odd months ago - and waved the group down. “Hola!” He called himself, approaching them just as he saw a blue blur tossed his way and he clumsily caught it. Blue shirt, just like the one Monty was wearing. “Oh good, so you can carry me to victory,” Gael laughed, deciding to remove his own t-shirt and exchange it for that one rather than wear two t-shirts at once. “It’s fine that he’s a ball hog, I tend to shy away from it because I don’t want to be kicked,” He admitted, pulling the white shirt off his back, balling it up and tossing it off to the side where he assumed it would be out of the way. “It’s always nice to see you again, Ms. Daisy,” He gave her a smile from the neckhole of his shirt as he slipped it on, just in time to hear Monty greet someone else, someone he perceived as familiar enough to drop something into his tone - was it… What was it? He still heard it clearly but whatever it was just made him smile a little wider, thankful that whoever it was made Monty happy. He adjusted the shirt and turned to regard the third person. “Oh hey,” Gael greeted himself, confidently but not aggressively approaching the stranger, a taller man with well-tended brown hair and a rather nice jawline. “Gael.” He said in an exhale, holding his hand out for the other to shake.

—

When Kaden pulled into the grass at the farm, he couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror and run his hands through his hair, just making sure it looked alright. It was stupid to even bother, he was about to play football for fucks sake. Nervous habit, all the same. 

Putain. By the number of cars parked in the yard already, it was clear he was probably the last to show up. He figured that’d be the case since he had to swing by the shelter earlier in the morning. He wanted to make sure the kennels weren’t housing any monsters that had been picked up on his day off. It happened more often than it should have and he had to be careful about how he handled those situations. Usually, it was best to do it when Marge wasn’t working. It was easier to tell her the animals got adopted rather than break her heart with the reality of the situation.

Right, enough stalling. Kaden got out of the car and saw Monty and Daisy almost immediately, giving them a small wave. He was already smiling, wasn’t he? Putain de merde, he brushed his hand across his face and beard, hoping he could hold the dopey grin off a little longer. Yeah, good luck with that. His stomach had already flipped upside down three times over. “That’s fine by me, I’ve got the best player on my team. Right, Daisy?” He flashed her a smile as he pulled off his t-shirt, swapping it for the red one. 

Kaden turned to toss the shirt he brought with him towards his truck and was met with a new face when he turned back. Merde, he nearly missed that there was anyone else there, if he was being honest. “Kaden,” he said, taking his hand in his own. The smile that was still spread across his face faltered as a familiar sensation shot through him. 

Putain de merde.

He was so used to being around Alex, he almost missed it. But shaking hands, there was no mistaking that Gael was a werewolf. 

Shit, he probably looked like a jerk or just fucking weird. He cleared his throat and tried to act normal. Not that he was well versed in what that looked like. “Uh, yeah nice to meet you. Have you, um, known Monty long?” And did he know what sort of danger he was in being around a werewolf that for all Kaden knew could lose control at any second. Putain, he’d been worried about keeping his focus with Monty around but this wasn’t going to help, that was for sure. 

—

“That’s right, sugar!” Daisy said with a wink, her brows raising when Kaden peeled off his shirt, just as they had when Gael had done the same. As the two men introduced themselves to one another, a few of the other farm hands had scurried over to see the much-gossiped about newcomers to their game, all appropriately informed that these men were not undead and to be chill about it. That wouldn’t stop the gawking, of course, especially since most of them were relatively young, which was why so many of them needed a place like this to live and work and stay out of trouble. Monty never made a habit of asking too much about their past unless they wanted to share it, but there was a good chance he was the oldest zombie on the farm… and probably the one who had the least of his shit figured out.

They pulled his attention away from Kaden and Gael, but his gaze kept skipping back to their two guests who were several paces away as he answered a few questions before shooing them away again. Beth, though, insisted on lingering, turning to Daisy with her hands on her hips. “You gotta be kidding me, Dais…” she huffed, “Where does he find these guys?!” Daisy just laughed and shrugged her shoulders, and Monty rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, okay, come on then,” he grumbled, waving for his friends to rejoin them. The rest of the teams, split into eight people each, were assembling on the field. Leading the small gaggle of folks out that way, Monty picked up the ball along the way and carried it to the center of the field, and Daisy followed after him with the coin while Kaden joined the reds, Beth and Gael heading to the blue side of the field. They didn’t have an extra person to act as ref for the coin toss, but Daisy would just huck the damn thing at the house, anyway. Monty waved Kaden forward with a grin. “Guest’s choice—heads or tails?”

Obviously, since it was just a pickup game and done purely for fun, they were a little lax with the rules. But that didn’t stop the competitive natures of a few of them from coming out in full force, and Monty was no exception there. It was like a switch had been flipped, making his personality do a full 180. He was loud, laughing and shouting just as much as the rest of them, and Daisy hadn’t been understating anything when she’d said he was a ball hog—it was bounced from his feet to his head and then back again, making it difficult to steal away from him without getting very much up in his business. They were nearly in the second half and Blue was up by two, but it had been a hell of a match so far.

— “Well met, Kaden,” Gael replied with a smile, though the expression change on the other’s face didn’t quite go by him unnoticed. Maybe Kaden was just awkward, and that was okay. “I actually haven’t known him that long - we met last month,” He explained, tilting his head . “You?” He figured they’d known each other longer than the two of them - he figured that about pretty much everyone around here by now, with a few exceptions. The conversation didn’t get to go very long before they were called over though and he gave Kaden an earnest expression. “Put a pin in that, I’d love to hear more about you if you’ll let me. Let’s do this,” He breathed and made his way over to the cowboy and the rest of their team. “And good luck!” He called over to the red-clad ‘opposing’ team. A coin toss was in place as Gael glanced around at the rest of the people there, completely unaware that some of them were staring at him, Kaden, the whole scenario. He had met the farmhands and some of the guys that were on the team but this was the largest gathering he’d consciously participated in since moving and for a moment - or perhaps several moments - it felt as though he was back home, with the fellowship and warmth of everything. Blue got the ball first and if anyone couldn’t tell, Gael was obviously not very adept at the game. He could run in short bursts with the rest of them but compared to some, especially Monty, he must’ve looked rather foolish. That being said, he still gave it the best shot he could, even if he ended up feeling really bad that he accidentally tripped one of the boys on the enemy team after they both got to the ball at the same time. “Sorry,” He apologized again, passing by Sam as there was a small pause in the game. Gael got a pat on the shoulder and a light-hearted ‘no problem’ from them and he scoffed, placing a hand on his lower back for a moment and glancing at Monty. “You’re a demon out there,” He noted, though it was playful as he had never seen Monty so energetic and full of life. He was laughing, actually laughing. He was doing something that made him happy. He was yelling; Gael didn’t have to happen to catch what he was saying, he was making himself heard from halfway across the yard. And admittedly it was distracting Gael on the field as the latter was finding himself getting caught up in just watching Monty out in his element. “Did you know he was like this out there?” He asked Kaden. “I don’t know about you but I’m dying over here; I’m getting too old for this.” He exhaled, still trying to catch his breath from all the running around. 

—

“Oh, not much longer than me,” Kaden started to say before they were herded over onto the field. He tried to remember the date of the last full moon and had to wonder if maybe he’d run into Gael before. Only in a very different setting. The thought made his stomach drop. Thankfully, the game was about to start. Easy enough to shake it out and make it look like a warm-up or a stretch as he walked over to center of the field for the coin toss. 

“Pile,” Kaden said instinctively when calling the coin toss. The confused looks around him left him wondering what was wrong at first. Oh, right. “I mean, uh, tails,” he corrected. He had a feeling he was going to have to keep himself from slipping into French. He was so used to just referring to everything related to the sport in his native language that he was bound to mess up when shouting out calls on the field. Hopefully it wouldn’t hold them back too much. Considering he hadn’t made the right call in the toss. “Bonne chance,” he said to Monty with a wink as they took their starting positions.

Kaden didn’t notice any of the gawking or staring happening around him. He was only focused on one thing: winning. Okay well, maybe he was focused on two things: winning and the fact that there was a werewolf on the other team. Fine, three, three things: winning, the werewolf, and how cute Monty was when he was trying to show off with the ball. 

None of that dampened Kaden’s competitive side. The positions they were playing were mostly a suggestion more than anything, but somehow he found himself in sort of a midfield position, sprinting back up and down the field, trying to help connect as many plays as he could. It helped that any opportunity he had to steal the ball away, he took it. Especially if it was from a certain cowboy. He was a slippery little bastard, though. And Kaden had to be careful not to use his actual strength when trying to play any sort of defense. This was supposed to be fun, he didn’t want to send anyone to the ER on account of him being too competitive.

At the halftime break, Kaden took the chance to inhale as much water as he could. He was in good shape all things considered but he didn’t go all out for this long all that often. Still, he loved every second of it. “He warned me but I had to see it to believe it,” he said, nodding to Monty. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Even if he wanted to pretend that he was genuinely annoyed, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face long enough for anyone to believe that.

“I haven’t had a chance to do a drop-in game like this since I got to the States. None of them were like this, though,” he said, smiling. Not that those weren’t fun, they were great, but this was something else. It felt more like the games that popped up in the rare off times at hunter camps in the summer. Couldn’t explain it. It was more… something. Maybe it was the camaraderie, who knew. He sure couldn’t say. 

“Guess it’s time to up your cardio, old man. There’s another half after this, you know,” he said, jokingly before nudging Gael with his elbow lightly. Putain, the chills ran through his arm again. He’d forgotten what he was in all the commotion and activity. Kaden had to push away the nagging thoughts of what his sister might say to that before they had any chance to take hold, ruin the moment. “Anyway, I have to go strategize with the better team,” he told them both as the rest of the red team gathered a little ways down the field to start chatting.

“Alright, we’ve got to get the ball away from Monty,” one of the hands said, Kaden was pretty sure his name was Mike. “He’s their lynchpin. Any ideas?” 

A sly grin spread across Kaden’s face. “Hey, Daisy,” he said, nodding towards her, “I’ve got an idea. If you’re up for it of course.” 

—

Grinning from ear to ear, Monty chose to take their words as compliments, and for once in his life, he did not have a difficult time accepting them. “Yeah, I know it,” he answered with a smirk. He’d been playing it for something like a hundred years, so he’d better be good at it, or that would be damn depressing. “Well, you’re welcome to join us any Sunday—” he said in response to Kaden’s remark, before gesturing at both of them, “—both of you!” 

Glancing at Gael, he gave an encouraging nod. “I think you’re doing great!” The rest of the players had the advantage of never getting tired, so it wasn’t really fair to compare his performance to theirs. All things considered, they were both keeping up very well, as far as Monty was concerned. Scrunching his nose when Kaden took off to go strategize with the ‘better’ team, he turned fully to Gael. “Okay, so I guarantee you that they’re trying to figure out how to deal with me. They always do this,” he said with a hint of pride in his tone, gesturing in a sly sort of way before motioning to Gael to follow him back to the field where the rest of their team was waiting. “If you get in a tight spot with the ball, just kick in my general direction as hard as you can, wey. High, if you can manage.” He was particularly adept at redirecting with headbutts, so long as there wasn’t anyone else taller than him in the way. The fancy footwork usually helped, there, but—

The game had resumed and the points kept stacking up, getting closer and closer in number as the time wore on. The strategy that had been devised was little more than Daisy sticking to Monty like ugly on an ape, but when the opportunity arose for the Red team to pull ahead, she had a plan. And she had Kaden to thank for the plan.

They were in the final stretch, now—the clock was ticking and the scores were tied. Daisy was still on top of Monty, watching the Blue team’s Dallas and Denver bounce the ball back and forth to one another down the field, heading right for Monty, who was no doubt trying to set up to slip around her and kick it in at the last second. She could sense it. It was time. 

“Oh, my god!” she shrieked, whipping her head around to point at something behind Monty. He looked immediately confused, but didn’t dare glance over his shoulder, eyes still on the ball that was coming his way. 

“What?!”

“D’you see that? That frog’s spittin’! And it’s huge!” Well, that did it. The cowboy felt his eyes widen and he turned to look, just in time to have his feet swept out from underneath him. Daisy cackled and took off, intercepting the ball from the twins on the blue team and sending it Kaden’s way instead. 

From his back in the grass, Monty let out a groan. All right, now they were just playing dirty. Not that it was the first time, to be sure. But that was that, and the opposing team managed a final score before the timer went off and announced the end of the match.

Defeated, both in score and in spirit, he just took a moment to lay in the grass where he’d gone down and stare up at the sky, arms splayed out at his sides. 

— More friendly banter. “Yeah yeah,” Gael replied, nudging Kaden back with a grin - at least the stranger wasn’t mean. If anything, he managed to come out of this pretty okay so far since he was on Monty’s team which meant no one was really paying attention to him - Monty did all the work, he just had to kick the ball to him or someone else wearing blue. And he had retained enough information from playing with his sister and trying the sport himself to know the basic rules. Refreshed, drinking water like a dog in the summer heat and remembering more of the game as they progressed, Gael wasn’t about to fall behind to anyone else on the field, not for the second half. He nodded casually as Kaden departed to go talk strategies and turned to regard Monty as the latter spoke once the former was out of earshot. It was no secret or surprise (anymore) that Monty was the MVP on the field but Gael was receptive to instructions - he’d take that ball and pass it. He could even try to aim high. More than that though, he took a photograph of how Monty was at this particular moment - smiling, having fun, proud of what he was doing. Happy. Taking compliments. The feeling was ephemeral, Gael could tell so as the game picked back up and he tried harder not to seem like the old man on the team, wondering where everyone got the energy, he focused more on placements, where he was, and how Monty was acting. He noted that Daisy was on him relentlessly and he figured it was part of their plan but the game progressed, as did the score on both sides. Then it came down to the wire - two blue members were passing the ball and Monty seemed to be in a position to intercept it when suddenly Daisy screamed something about a huge frog and though it distracted him, it also distracted Monty just long enough for the latter to fall onto his back and the red team to score, ending the game on their victory. And like that, it was over. The red team jumped around, congratulating each other and the defeated members of the blue team; Gael did so as well as he made his way over to where Monty was still lying supine slowly, a hand on his lower back and his tongue subconsciously sticking out as he panted for breath. His heart pounded in his chest still but he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh as he was sure Monty was taking this much harder than he was. “Lo siento amigo,” He peered down at the cowboy briefly before seeing that Kaden was on his way over. “Los conseguiremos la próxima vez.” He exhaled. “Congrats on the win, Kaden!” He called.

—

It was getting down to the wire; Kaden wasn’t sure if they were going to be able to pull it off. Daisy had helped by sticking to Monty like glue but they were tied. The hunter had been running up the field, ready to get the ball when blue snatched it from his teammate. They were about to send it Monty’s way. Putain, that was game, then. 

Only, somehow, his stupid plan worked. The next thing he knew, Monty was on the ground and the ball was headed in the right direction. “Merde!” he shouted when he realized he was still needed. The ball shot across the field, right into his foot. He feigned left, and then kicked the ball right with all he had. 

The ball flew, the goalie leapt, his fingertips brushing the edge of the ball. Kaden wasn’t sure he breathed as he watched the ball tumble in the air.

“GOAL!” he heard someone shout.

They did it? Kaden stood there blinking for a moment before it registered. Putain, they did it!

Without any more hesitation, Kaden turned and charged at Daisy. “MVP!” he shouted as he swept her up to sit on his shoulders. Daisy shrieked at the sudden change in elevation, but started laughing and hollering as soon as she got her bearings and heard the rest of the red team cheering for their star player. The hunter put her down quickly enough and then headed over to see the cowboy planted on the field in defeat.

He almost felt bad seeing him flopped there. Almost. “Hey, no pity parties,” he said as he reached a hand down for Monty to take to help him up off the ground. “Not when you played like that,” he said, smiling as he thought about how animated the farmer had been just a minute or two ago. “Thanks. That was a great game,” he added, looking back over at Gael. “You almost gave us a run for our money. Told you I had the best player on the field, though.” He nodded back towards Daisy. “Even if she doesn’t play like a pro like you do.” Kaden was exhausted, his breath still trying to slow itself, but in that way after a workout that made him feel like he could take on the world right then and there. Gael, meanwhile, looked like he might keel over if he wasn’t careful. “You alright, over there?” Funny, he expected a werewolf to be faring a little better. Then again, what did he know about them when the sun was out and not the full moon? Admittedly, not a whole lot.

—

His gaze flicked over to meet Gael’s when the former leaned over the top of him, blocking the sun with his shadow and assuring him they’d get ‘em next time. “Sí… five month streak, though! Ah!” He let out a frustrated laugh, holding a hand to his face and only peeking out once more when he heard Kaden’s voice. “All of the pity parties,” Monty argued, taking the other man’s hand and letting himself be hoisted up from the grass. “She legswept me! That’s definitely illegal.” The complaint was, just as before, married with a chuckle. He wasn’t really mad about it, though he’d make a mental note to get Daisy back for the dirty trick. “And you!” He shook a finger at Kaden, “You told her about the frog??” Exasperated but amused, Monty said a string of something under his breath in Spanish and then looked to Gael.

“Oh, he’s fine, tough guy like him?” He threw a good-natured wink in the professor’s direction, forgetting to feign his own exhaustion from the match. In fact, none of the other farmhands seemed wiped by the intense competition, which one could probably chalk up to them being young if it was just a few of them, but it was strange that it was all of them. They were so used to playing these games without outsiders that they’d just… not thought about it. And Monty didn’t either, not when he was on the farm. 

Beth, Daisy, and a hand named Ford all took it upon themselves to fire up the grill that was on the patio of the main house while the twins dismantled the goals and hauled them back to the nearest barn. Within minutes, the red solo cups were out and a few more hands that hadn’t been a part of the game emerged from the woodwork, having finished the rest of the chores for the afternoon. Many of the participants from the match were changing back into their regular top attire, though Monty seemed content to leave his blue shirt where it was.

As the trio approached the gathering of workers and vehicles, cheers went around for Kaden and Daisy, earning the former a few shoulder-slaps as they walked. “Uh oh,” Monty laughed, glancing up at him. “You’ve made a good impression—now they’re going to want you here all the time.”

—

The chemist gave a sympathetic wince when Monty mentioned that it was a five-month streak that was broken, even though he found himself partially surprised at that - five months didn’t seem like a long time all things considered. In any case, Kaden came over, there was something mentioned about a frog but the part that raised Gael’s eyebrows slightly was the muttering in Spanish. Maybe he didn’t hear it correctly - it was back to mumbling for a second for the cowboy - but he made a mental note to ask about it later. Maybe. If the situation presented itself. “Oh yeah, super tough.” Gael replied, straightening up as the perception Kaden might’ve had for him. “Definitely not used to being in my classroom all day - on the scale of ‘running’ to ‘fighting’ I’m more on the ‘fighting’ side,” He chuckled with the explanation, using his hands as the two sides. “I can’t help it if you’re all weirdos who don’t get tired.” He waved to the general populace. “I’m not judging though. But I AM hungry.” He admitted after a pause - the soccer match was only half of the reason why he went out there. The other half was Monty, of course but also the promise of being fed. It had been a while since he’d gone to a proper outdoors barbeque and even as everyone was getting things set up, the cups were out and being floated around and the smell of smoke from the fire wafted over and around everyone soon enough. After briefly considering changing back into his own shirt he came in, Gael also opted to stay in his sweat-drenched blue shirt and he grabbed something to drink as they walked, glancing over his shoulder as the staff gave the appropriate congratulations and cheers to Kaden. A good impression. All the time. He shook his head - he’d have to ask Monty, if only to settle some of the… he wasn’t ever good at describing the unfortunate things inside him since he largely focused on the positive qualities but this was uncertainty, he thought. Uncertainty that he might’ve gotten the wrong impression, that he was moving too fast, that he didn’t even ask if Monty was involved with someone else. Despite his expressive face (especially his eyebrows, which he normally loved), none of this came through and instead he attempted small talk. “You played really well,” Gael complimented Kaden from the other side of Monty. “You said you haven’t played like this since you got to the states - where are you from?” He asked.

—

“Five months, huh? Now I don’t feel so bad,” he said, smirking as he helped Monty up off the ground, giving his hand an extra little squeeze before letting it go. Kaden couldn’t bite back his laughter seeing the cowboy scold him for using the frogs against him. “Hey, I can’t be the only one here getting attacked by frogs!” he said, nudging Monty’s shoulder.

Some of his good spirits were shaken a little when he saw the wink Monty threw Gael’s way and he immediately regretted the small show of affection. Putain, had he fucked up the other day and read way too much into things? A pit dropped in his stomach. Knowing now that Monty hadn’t been out or dating until recently, he had to wonder if he’d put too much pressure on, if he was forcing something that wasn’t there. What if he’d only felt bad after the absolute fucking idiot he made of himself when he was under the ballybog toxin? What if– Alright, no, that was stupid, there was something there, he wasn’t that delusional. But the seed of doubt that had plopped into his stomach had been good and sown all the same. 

Maybe it was just because his mindset had been shaken, but alarm bells began screaming in Kaden’s ears at the mention of fighting. Just as he was starting to forget what Gael really was, too. He tried to swallow back the nerves rising up in him. He knew better, he did. Between Damien and Alex he knew that things weren’t as, well, that things weren’t quite the way he’d been told that they were growing up. That they weren’t always out of control or a hair trigger away from becoming feral and attacking. That didn’t mean that werewolves suddenly weren’t dangerous or that pent up aggression couldn’t– Breathe, he had to breathe. Nothing was going to happen there and then. Maybe some food would help him feel less unsettled by the whole thing. 

His smile returned quickly enough when they reached the rest of the group, exchanging pats on the back and high-fives with some of them. “You mean I wasn’t already invited all the time?” he joked, placing his hand on his heart. “That hurts. I know it was a rough loss but that stings.” They’d passed his truck on the way back and Kaden took the opportunity to swap back to his less sweaty and stinky shirt. Seemed like a better way to uphold that good impression Monty mentioned. “Well, good for them cause I planned on showing up as much as I can whether you like or not.” 

He grabbed a drink before following Monty back to where Gael had found himself a spot to congregate. “Thanks, you, too. I promise I was just giving you a hard time earlier.” He hoped that had been clear before but he didn’t want to come off as some sort of egotistical jerk so he figured he’d throw that in. “Accent didn’t give it away?” he said, raising a brow but smiling. It was about a fifty-fifty if someone picked up on it or not and somehow he always expected the opposite whenever it did or didn’t. “France. Lyon, specifically.” He didn’t let his mind drift back to anything related to his home country or his life there, just took a sip of his drink instead. “What about you, are you a Wicked’s Rest local? I think you mentioned you were a teacher or something, too?” And fighting. He also mentioned fighting. Putain, he had to get through the small talk before he just asked about the goddamn fighting. 

—

“I—” Monty huffed, throwing a playful sort of pout in Kaden’s direction. “Of course you are. Smart aleck.” The promise to show up more often was one that made his stomach flutter a little bit, and the frown was quickly replaced with a grin. “Good. Just don’t be surprised if they wrangle you into a chore now and then, they are crafty like that.” As they rejoined the others and Gael and Kaden got to chatting, Monty quietly excused himself from the group and trotted up the patio steps to the front door, slipping inside to change. 

Emerging in a familiar button down, he went to check on Ford to make sure he didn’t need anything else while grilling, and to make sure that the patties specifically for their guests had been clearly marked and separated from the rest. While eating cow brain-laced meat certainly wouldn’t hurt them, it might be a very different flavor profile than what they’d be expecting. Daisy and Beth were busy laying out all the burger accouterments on a long folding table, which was who Monty checked on next. Daisy waved him off, making eyes at the two men he’d left down on the grass with their employees, who were showing lots of interest in the outsiders. Some of the folks that worked and lived here didn’t spend much time off the farm. They were… newer to the lifestyle, and still afraid of losing control and hurting someone. So to have two people from the town come to them was probably pretty exciting. 

Returning to Kaden and Gael, Monty now had a drink of his own. “Thank you both for coming, it really was a pleasure,” he said sincerely, his gaze dancing between them. “And—like I said. Whenever you feel compelled, you can drop in. Everyone will be happy to have you!” His smile grew and his gaze settled on Gael for a moment, before jumping to Kaden while a finger pointed lazily at Gael. “I took him horseback riding up into the mountains not that long ago, and you know, he did good for a first time rider!” 

—

Oh duh, he was from France. “Y’know, it sounds like I should’ve known, huh?” Gael scoffed at his inability to pinpoint the accent. “Sometimes people guess and I’ve been yelled at by very passionate Quebecois people about how they’re NOT French so I didn’t want to insult you.” He motioned with a hand, imitating them as though he said something completely irredeemable. And other than a brief flicker of his eyes when Monty departed from their company, if only temporarily, he didn’t respond and indeed, thought this might be a good opportunity to learn more about Kaden - he wasn’t testing the younger man to see if he was a good candidate for Monty, that certainly wasn’t the case, he was just curious. Even if there wasn’t anything between them (which he got the feeling that there was), he still wanted to know more about Monty’s friends. “I’m from Guatemala,” Gael responded. “I’ve only been here for a few months - and I teach chemistry at the University.” Where he felt somehow like a puzzle piece, fitted in and comfortable assimilating to the school, to his role, to the town that was very strange but wonderful and full of unique individuals. “I mean, I’ve been in the states for most of my life but I’ve only been in town for a few months.” As he spoke, he couldn’t keep himself from looking around mildly with the feeling of eyes on him. He wasn’t unused to the sensation of being watched but it was usually in a professional environment - he was a teacher, after all. But it felt strange, almost as though he were the specimen or the experiment he had spent so much time looking at, himself. He didn’t mind, instead catching any eyes with a light smile, as though he were giving some of that curiosity back in his expression. “What do you do around here when you aren’t ruining five-month streaks and being attacked by frogs?” He asked lightly, his gaze going back to the taller man. Gael wasn’t sure how long their conversation went before Monty returned after flitting about the gathering, smelling more like how he normally did and with one of his button-up shirts but he listened intently to Kaden’s answer until the cowboy sat with them. The professor held a gentle grin as Monty thanked the both of them for coming out. “It was a lot of fun!” He said before also looking at Kaden with the same smile. Then… Gael’s jaw clenched slightly as Monty brought up the horseback ride. Don’t look embarrassed. “That was all Manzanita,” He managed to reply casually, looking down at his drink and messing with some grass that had stuck to his shirt. “She did all the work, I was just along for the ride. Literally.” 

—

Kaden waved it off. “Sometimes people can, sometimes they can’t. I don’t think I have that much of an accent but,” he shrugged. He did chuckle at Gael’s small attempt at show and tell. “Good thing you didn’t assume that, would have lost points if you thought I was Canadian. The Quebecois wish they were French but I can assure you, they’re not.” He didn’t know what the points were or how they were stacking, to be honest, but he seemed like a nice guy. Certainly wasn’t bad looking, either. And he was also a werewolf. Right. It was strange how easy it was for him to ignore the sense that he’d trained and honed for decades now, how often it became nothing more than a dull hum in the background rather than sirens wailing all around him. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“Really?” His brows raised when the other man mentioned where he was from. “And I thought I was a long way from home” he said, shaking his head. “Ah, a professor. Meanwhile I barely graduated from lycée.” Oh. Yeah. That word didn’t mean anything in the States, did it? “Uh, more or less equivalent of high school. I would say science wasn’t my best subject but honestly, not sure any of them were. Except for maybe PE.” He hadn’t been bad at biology, though, if he was being honest. Probably because it had to do with animals, which was a lot more interesting than the periodic table, no question there. 

So he was smart, too. And actually had an education. Great. Good. “Guess you came here more for the job than anything, yeah? I mean it doesn’t sound like you’re a member of that cryptid club or whatever the fuck they call it.” Kaden rolled his eyes before downing more of his drink. “Those connards, I swear. They find a way to make my job more difficult every single week some how, some way.” The number of times he had to try and shoo one of them away anytime a call came in about a weird “animal” was beyond what he could count at this point. “Which is animal control, by the way. My job.” 

He reached back to rub the nape of his neck, not sure why he suddenly felt so awkward making basic fucking small talk. Thankfully, he caught sight of Monty out of the corner of his eye and noticed that he was finally returning to them. “Funny, I actually met Monty on the job. Someone surrendered a horse and the shelter is definitely not equipped for that. Thankfully he’d mentioned having a farm or something like that online, so when I called, he came running. Which made a lot more sense when I saw him around horses.” He laughed a little at the memory, knowing full well that the cowboy had caught most of the story by the time he was back and seated. He hadn’t imagined any of the chemistry there, right? Not that he was sure he could trust his memories most of the time.

“Of course,” he said, waving off Monty’s thanks the same way he’d waved off Gael earlier. “All you had to say was football.” He took a swig of his drink right as Monty mentioned the trail ride and nearly swallowed it wrong. Thankfully, he was able to keep it down. And drink a little more than he’d initially planned. Gael’s addition to the story only felt more like a gut punch. “Oh,” he said, feeling that seed of doubt taking a little more root. “With Manzanita?” Kaden didn’t even know she was doing well enough to ride and Gael had already taken her on a trail ride with Monty. He cleared his throat to try and push away whatever the fuck emotion was trying to sneak onto his face “That’s, uh, yeah. Good. To hear she’s doing… Trail ride in the mountains. Sounds nice. Was that a–”

Before he could finish asking if that was a date, one of the hands came over, looked a little young, couldn’t have been older than twenty, and interrupted. That was probably for the best. “Food’s ready!” he said, cheerfully. “Guests first, of course.” Kaden had never jumped from his seat so fast, darting his way over to get a burger and sides. Hopefully the assumption was just that he was really hungry and not that he was about to shove his foot directly into his mouth. 

—

Hearing the story of how he and Kaden had met did put a smile on his face, though he didn’t directly comment on it. Of course it was then that he realized that the story of how he and Gael had met would be one that would have to be heavily tailored… not unlike the story of how he and Alan had met, either. It was simply a role reversal. Huh. 

Before Monty really had a chance to update Kaden on how well Manzanita had adjusted and how quickly she’d gained back her weight and strength, they were interrupted by Andre, one of the youngest and most recent additions to the staff, that had gotten himself in a bad spot further northland heard about this place through a friend. Watching him get up without finishing his question and hurry over to where the food was, Monty looked bemused for a moment before shaking his head. His gaze landed on Gael and he shrugged. “Well. Shall we?”

Walking over to the grill and folding table beside Gael, he watched ahead of them to make sure Kaden was given the correct food. Good. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ford, it was just… There was a lot of grilling happening and mistakes could be easily made. The same went for Gael, who he insisted go first—Monty ended up skipping the food altogether, just moseying along with Gael as he picked out what he wanted, chit-chatting along the way. When Kaden passed them by to head back to where they’d been sitting, Monty stepped toward him and held out a hand, letting it graze gently over his hip to get his attention. 

“Hey,” he said in a low tone, looking up at the man with some concern etched into his features, “are you okay?” He was acting kind of jumpy, which might not have been unusual for him in large social gatherings, Monty really couldn’t say—they still didn’t know one another that well, but… He had to ask, at least. Make sure.

In his absence, Daisy had sidled up beside Gael, beaming at him and striking up her usual easy conversation. “So I hear you’ll be the one accompanyin’ Monty to New Hampshire to look at that livestock, huh? Honestly, god bless ya—I hate those long car rides, n’ I’m usually the one that’s gotta go with ‘im!” she laughed. “If I can give ya one word of advice—firm. Be firm. He tends to start agreein’ to higher prices ‘cause he gets emotionally invested in the cattle, n’ the seller can see that. Always gotta talk the soft-hearted fella back down from it.” 

— Animal Control– Ah, so Gael had met this guy online before! He was the one they talked about moose and having good hair together. That certainly made him feel better. What made him feel a little less better was when Kaden started to ask a question (and maybe it was just him but his tone seemed tempered with something, and none of the words that came to Gael’s mind were positive) and he abruptly stopped, springing from his seat and virtually flying off to the table that had the spread of items on it. Eyebrows raised and exchanging a glance with Monty, he also shrugged if only to give Monty the impression that he also wasn’t sure what was going on and he also got to his feet. Granted, it was a little slower than Kaden for sure. They made their way to the burger dispenser - also known as a ‘grill’ to some people though Gael’s absorption of smelling delicious meat was making it hard to remember basic words - and after a brief back-and-forth, Gael caved when he was told to go first and he customized his burger; a little bit of everything, no ketchup, add some hot sauce for good measure. Monty didn’t get anything, which aside from a little teasing from Gael commenting on how he looks like a stick wasn’t dwelled on by the chemist though he stored that in his banks. The taller man passed by and Gael kept going when he noticed that Monty redirected his path. The same uncertainty that had been coming and going, like a wave of something sticky and unpleasant tarring the neurons in his brain that granted him common sense and critical thinking skills had returned again and he had lowered his head, subconsciously honing in on Monty and whatever he would’ve said; he pushed past the chatter, he dulled out the ambient noise, he– Jumped when Daisy had made her way to his side and was smiling at him, starting to talk and he completely missed what she said at first. Immediately, he focused on her, changing his expression to be lighter before he caught up to what she was talking about, which was apparently the road trip he was invited to. “Be firm, got it,” He nodded in acknowledgement. “Gracias, Ms. Daisy,” He gave her a grin. “Fortunately, I like car rides - didn’t get from there to here without ‘em.” Gael added that part for small talk but in reality, he was dwelling on what she said before. He knew she was talking about the cattle prices but he found himself thinking about… Well, Monty himself. Before today, Gael thought he could take a hint, read a room but now he wasn’t so sure. Kaden was taller, younger, more physically fit, great with animals and less intimidating when it came to a college education, remembering that he made Monty uncomfortable the first day they met when the latter learned he was a professor. …Could he take a hint? Was Gael too slow? Or was he foolish to assume that Monty hadn’t met someone else? That part felt true for sure; it wasn’t as though he owned Monty, the cowboy was a fully grown man and Gael literally showed up on his lawn after killing one of his animals. He was POSITIVE that Kaden hadn’t done that. They met saving Manzanita, which was a lot better of a bonding exercise. He swallowed all of these thoughts, forcing them into a big bottle, bigger than the ones he normally saved for thoughts like this, and put it on his shelf, labeling it “Open During Trip”. That was, of course, assuming that he wasn’t made privy to the obvious information that Kaden and Monty were in a relationship today. He was being ridiculous. With that bottle stored on the shelf in his mind, Gael inhaled deeply and kept the small talk going with Daisy, asking her for more advice and laughing at some of his own experiences until he saw the duo moving and he waved at them, as though nonverbally asking for permission to join back up.

—

Kaden was planning to sit right back down and shove as much food into his mouth as he could to keep his foot from making a home there. He didn’t expect the hand against his hip and the big brown eyes looking up at him when he turned around to face Monty. Putain. There they were – the goddamn hummingbirds in his stomach. “Me? Okay?” The urge to just spill his guts out on the floor was hard to ignore, but they weren’t alone; now wasn’t the time for that. Still, his eyes darted over to Gael and Daisy chatting away before resting back on Monty. “Uh, yeah I’m–” He exhaled through his nose, still trying to sort through his thoughts before filtering them. “I’m alright,” he said, adding a half-hearted smile and reaching out to give the man’s shoulder a small squeeze with his hand that wasn’t holding his plate. “Completely fine. Really. This– it’s amazing. The whole thing.” It felt like a home which was something the didn’t get to see a lot of until recently. He really should have just fucking left it at that. Instead, his fucking mouth ran away with him. “I, uh, just didn’t know that you…” 

Merde. How could he say this? He caught Gael out of the corner of his eye again and the thoughts and questions that brought to his mind were like a sting. “Sort of would have liked to be the one on that trail ride, little embarrassed about it,” he said with a small shrug of his shoulder, trying to keep any of the hurt out of his voice. His stomach dropped and he regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. He didn’t even know if– well there was a lot left unsaid. And now he’d gone and made himself look like a fucking jealous or possessive asshole after only one fucking actual date, possibly for no reason. 

Putain, he had to recover this somehow. “You know. Cause Manzanita. I didn’t know she was doing so well. And I feel a little guilty. Not checking in. Or, uh, yeah…” If he could just burrow himself into the earth itself, that would be great. “Guess you didn’t tell me she was doing that well.” There might have been more he wasn’t telling Kaden, too, but he could only speculate on that. He just offered Monty a smile and leaned toward where they’d been sitting earlier. “Anyway, better sit down before this gets cold. And you should make sure you eat something, too.” He held the plate up to gesture at his food and then darted back to his seat. Hell, he half considered darting back to his truck instead and taking off, just taking himself out of this picture – whatever picture that was, anyway. It wasn’t like he ever expected much of anything longer term from anyone as it was – who the hell would be able to deal with the fact that he was a fucking freak of nature who hunted werewolves when it came down to it? 

Fuck. 

Maybe he should just leave. Yeah. Alright. He was going to get up and– 

“Hey, Kaden right?” an unfamiliar voice came from across the table. Kaden’s head shot up to see who it was that had slid in across from him. It was Andre, the kid who had saved him from himself earlier. “You were great today, man. The way you played – wow! I mean Monty’s great and all, like really good and stuff, but we all knew that. I don’t think I’ll ever be that good and I know he doesn’t really have a lot of spare time and stuff anyway and he already helps us out and all. But, uh, you! I was wondering if you’d be cool with maybe doing some practices with me? Oh and maybe some of the others, too? I mean I don’t know what your schedule’s like, man, but it would be so cool if you could help us out.” 

Kaden felt like he was bowled over by words – lots of words – and sat there blinking for a second after they’d finished speaking. “Practices?” he repeated, looking a little dumbfounded still as he processed all of that. Huh. That was unexpected. And kind of sweet. “I, uh… sure! I don’t know if anything about us,” he nodded a little towards Gael, “got around the rumor mill but I work with animal control so my hours are kind of all over the place. But I think we could make something happen.” That might have been a massive mistake agreeing to all that when two minutes ago he was ready to high tail it out of there, but it was hard to say no to the kid as earnest and eager as he was. Hell, maybe he could bring Alex out here with them if she had time. 

—

At first, he smiled. Okay, he’d just been misreading Kaden’s body language. It was nothing, and the hand on his shoulder seemed to be reinforcing that, until—oh. 

Monty’s expression darkened like a raincloud growing heavy with rain and he blinked a few times, taken aback. He didn’t have nearly enough experience with this sort of thing, these sorts of relationships to even begin to know how to navigate them, and… had he already fucked it up? Was he not supposed to do things like invite Gael on a trail ride? He didn’t know, and even though Kaden was admitting he was embarrassed about it, the lack of context did little to spare the zombie’s nerves. He felt awful, unable to come up with something to say before the Frenchman was darting away again, leaving him alone, confused, and upset. 

His gaze immediately sought out Gael, who had just motioned to join them, but Kaden was already on the move without him. The zombie stood there for a moment, flummoxed, before moving back toward Gael and Daisy and greeting them with a warmth that was a little lacking when compared to his usual fare. He stepped close to Daisy, reaching past her to grab a few baby carrots to appease Kaden’s suggestion that he eat something, glancing over to see Andre joining him and striking up conversation. He… didn’t want to interrupt, and he certainly didn’t want to say what he needed to in the present company, so he instead pulled out his phone and went to his text conversation with Kaden, sending him one that would hopefully smooth out the wrinkles in this situation.

I am sorry I did not invite you. It was sort of a… ‘in the moment’ decision. But it was not like… that. You know. Like the zoo. 

They’d bonded somewhat, sure, but that was the extent of it. And if that sort of thing wasn’t allowed anymore because he’d gone and kissed Kaden, he wasn’t sure if he was cut out for relationships at all. There might be too many unspoken rules. 

This is new for me. I may make mistakes. I apologize.

Stuffing the phone back in his pocket, he tried to shake away the guilt and motioned for Gael and Daisy to follow him back to the table where Andre was still seated, looking excited about something. Monty sat beside Kaden, leaning his elbows on the table and nodding his head at Andre as the other two sat down. “What’s got you so riled up, eh?” Andre beamed. 

“Kaden said he’s going to do football practices with us so we can kick your ass!” Monty laughed, lifting a brow at the man beside him.

“That so? Can’t wait to see it.” 

— From Gael’s observations as he made casual conversation with Daisy and a few of the other farmhands as they passed by, words that he couldn’t hear through the noise were exchanged and Kaden had disengaged first. He also made sure to catch any looks Monty might’ve given him, making sure he didn’t give him a look of derision or judgment back but those looks stayed in his mind after the cowboy rejoined with him and Daisy, his tone missing some of its usual light. He shouldn’t have brought up the horse. He shouldn’t have acknowledged anything about that even if he was put on the spot. Of course the horse he and Kaden rescued was the horse Monty had offered to take him out on. Of course there was someone else. What did Gael know about any of this; he was just inserting himself into an established area with established people and their established relationships. His mental image kept flashing to the bottle in his head, realizing that it was still open, simultaneously pouring emotions out and trying to stuff in more questions, write them down on the pieces of paper for later when– Speaking of, he needed to ask about the car ride too. These were all the things on Gael’s mind as the latter uncharacteristically fell quiet himself, taking his plate and sitting down at the table with the rest of them, the rest of them that had their bonds and relationships, words they’ve exchanged, things they’d done. He was just the guy that showed up and killed his animals. All the while, hearing that Andre wanted Kaden to come over, seeing out of his peripheral that Monty had texted someone, wondering what he was doing there after all since he wasn’t good at soccer anyway, not noticing that he hadn’t touched his burger or anything else on his plate and staring off into the middle-distance at nothing in particular, he kept having the feeling that this perhaps wasn’t what Monty had in mind. And he didn’t know what he had in mind, either. He didn’t fit in, how could he? This wasn’t his place, these weren’t his people. He hadn’t even known any of them for longer than a couple months and that was being generous. Mentally, he tried to clean up all the water, the feelings, the scraps of paper and was in the process of shoving them all back into the bottle though he wasn’t sure how successful he was being. He was so lost in thought that didn’t react at all to anything that was going on around him until he was nudged to which he gasped, jumped in his seat and was pulled back to the present. He had no idea who nudged him but it seemed to do the trick… if anyone nudged him at all. He might’ve been imagining it, imagining making that physical connection with someone. “I just remembered– I gotta go.” Gael blinked, managing to force a small smile onto his face as he stood up, leaving his untouched plate. “Thanks for lunch!” He said without thinking, giving Daisy a small pat on the shoulder. “And the game! It was super fun, I had a great time,” He nodded, avoiding everyone’s eye contact as Gael had to disengage from whatever was going on before he said or did something stupid - he didn’t like pushing things back but it wasn’t a one-on-one scenario here; too many variables and he was only in control of one: himself. He tugged at the blue shirt that still clung to his frame and he stuttered for a second. “I’ll uh, I’ll wash this before bringing it back.” He looked around, saw his shirt discarded on the ground but decided it wasn’t worth sticking around longer than he had to. “Sorry to leave so abruptly but I’ll, um, I’ll text you about the… you know.” With a final nod to the table, still feeling eyes on him but he wasn’t sure if it was literal or in his head, he turned and made a beeline for his little blue car. It was fun. He had a good time. He had a good time. He definitely wasn’t invited as a third wheel. He definitely didn’t read the room wrong, he definitely didn’t get the wrong impression. He and Monty were definitely friends that Monty definitely wanted around and not out of pity or because Gael owed him a cow. Definitely not.

—

In the middle of the kid’s rambling, Kaden felt his phone vibrating. He dared to sneak a peek at it when there was a lull in the conversation and saw that the texts were from Monty, reading them as quickly as he could. Putain, he shouldn’t have said anything. He should have just let it lie. Or just left when he’d planned to. This shit was why he never tried dating, why he tried not to let himself give a shit, it was complicated and he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. It would be so much fucking easier if he just didn’t care as much as he already did. It was a goddamn shame his drink was gone already. He was going to have to replace that soon.

Fuck. He felt like a jerk. When he had a chance to look back down at his phone, he fired off a reply as quickly as he could back to him. 

No, I’m sorry. I misinterpreted shit and overreacted. I’m not the best at this, either. 

There were about twenty other things he wanted to say but he didn’t know how and he didn’t have time. As soon as he placed his phone down, Gael had jumped up and was saying goodbyes. Wait? Putain de merde, what happened? Kaden felt that same damn pit drop into his stomach. Somehow he felt like this was his fault, that he’d been too fucking weird earlier and pushed Monty’s friend out the door. He was just a friend, right? That– There had to be some other reason why he was acting like this other than the stupid assumptions he’d made earlier. Right? “Hey, uh, hope everything’s alright,” he said, trying to suss out the situation. “You sure you can’t stay?” He saw that the werewolf’s plate was still full. Yeah, something was fucking off. Kaden didn’t know him enough to know what it was and he didn’t like the guess he did have. “Good to meet you, though. Maybe I’ll see you next time.”

He barely got the words out before Gael had darted to his car the same way Kaden had intended to just a few minutes earlier. Fuck. Should he get up to stop him or something? No, that wasn’t on him. He barely knew Gael and he didn’t want to potentially make things worse. Instead he stayed seated, staring at his food. He wasn’t exactly hungry anymore now that he felt like the cause of some sort of tension, the reason for the change in mood but he had no fucking clue what to do now.

—

Well… Monty sure felt bad, but there really wasn’t much he could do without causing a scene. Thankfully, Daisy was far better at smoothing over awkward social situations than he was, and stood quickly from the table once Gael had made it back to his car, clapping her hands together. “Who wants another round?” She grabbed Andre and pulled him along with her, and the conversation seemed to slip back into something normal again. 

Monty, for his part, decided to simply ignore that problem for now, knowing that he’d be getting a text from Gael later and figuring he could address it then. Or... maybe not. He wasn’t exactly the type to throw himself in the confrontation line of fire. Mierda. Leaning one elbow on the table, chin in his hand, he instead just smiled over at Kaden in a disarming sort of way. This was okay. Nothing wrong here. All he could do was pretend and hope that things went back to being easy.

#. thread ; #. with ; kaden langley #. with ; gael cordova #. what the fuckbol

[letsbenditlikebennett]

TIMING: Current-ish PARTIES: @singdreamchild & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Both Alex and Cassius find themselves on a late night stroll in the woods. The two catch up briefly when they run into each other. CONTENT: Homophobia mentions

He found himself getting more contemplative after the sun had gone down recently. And instead of continuing to hide like he had been, he had gone out more. Of course, trails closed after the sun went down, but it wasn’t his fault that his skin would start to burn if he tried to hike during daylight hours. That’s how Cassius found himself walking along the trail at sundown. His hands shoved in his pockets as he looked around at the nature around him. It gave him a sort of inspiration. Writing had been hard for him lately, and he had found himself branching out from poetry to writing a novel. It had reinvigorated him and left him with more to say than poetry ever could. So, to get ideas, he often walked around in settings he wanted to portray in his book, like the woods. 

Walking along the trail, he heard a twig snap behind him. Cassius stopped, spinning around to come face-to-face with Alex. “Oh! Hello.” He spoke with a friendly smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, no matter how hard he tried. It was an odd sight, a goth hiking. He was wearing something straight out of a Victorian mourning scene, suitable for a nighttime stroll through the streets of London in the 1800s more than it was the woods as the sun went down in the 21st century. 

“Don’t tell me you’re here to tell me to go home,” he spoke with a frown, knowing that she worked with the park rangers. “Some of us can’t get out while the sun is up for one reason or another.” Usually, he’d make up an excuse for why he couldn’t do things during the day, but he found, lately, that he just didn’t care anymore. So what if someone knew he was a vampire? The worst they could do was kill him. He found that the idea of such a fate didn’t really bother him much, either. It was a strange feeling.

The most recent full moon had made a world of a difference when it came to the restless feelings Alex had been battling, but it had also done wonders on healing up the last of the gunshot wound she got courtesy of one of maman's old friends. The thought held more bitterness than it had previously, but the werewolf was pleased that she could get out and about again without experiencing a significant amount of pain. Even before she'd become a creature of the forest herself, she'd always found peace in nature. Maybe it was because it was everything the basement wasn't— moving, filled with life, open. 

Or maybe she was just a gay girlie who really fucking loved trees and flowers. Alex figured it didn't matter that much either way. She was trying to let go of the idea of 'soft' being a bad thing and that meant whatever the reason was for the whole plant love thing didn't actually matter. It didn't have to be some guise to work as a park ranger and protect people, it could just be. She could just be. 

Alex was doing decidedly doing pretty damn good at the whole just existing thing as she walked through one of her favorite patches of the forest. The fir trees ahead had clusters of honey mushrooms growing overhead that lit up patches of the trail with the most beautiful green glow. It was decidedly a peaceful little nighttime hike that pleased the werewolf's need for a bit of movement though she found herself caught off guard when she ran into someone... her high school history teacher in full goth? Sure, that was his aesthetic normally, but it was a little jarring to see in the middle of the forest, especially considering she hadn't even heard him approach. 

“Oh hey,” she waved with a smile despite her confusion. Alex was nothing if not polite to her teachers, former and current alike. The idea of even a past teacher not liking her was enough to send her into a spiral, so she just avoided that likelihood altogether. But then, he mentioned something about her telling him to leave and not being able to get out during the day.

Alex raised a suspicious eyebrow and found herself listening for a heartbeat that wasn't there. The steady thrum of her own heart was the only one making a sound on the trail. “Huh,” she shrugged, “I wasn't gonna say shit actually. I'm still on leave from my internship so I'm out here enjoying the trail just like you.” 

If she wanted her old teacher to continue liking her, maybe brushing over the vampire suspicion would have been a better move, but her best friend was a zombie and she hung out at a farm staffed by zombies like all the time. Alex even manned their instagram account. Plus, Aria was a mare. She was like totally a friend to the undead. For once, it brought her some satisfaction knowing how much her parents would hate that. 

“So no getting out when the sun's shining...,” Alex hummed, “And no heartbeat.” She offered a smirk to show it didn't matter much to her. It wasn't like she was gonna pull that rosary out that Emilio had given her when that lapir decided she looked like lunch. “I'm guessing I shouldn't break out the garlic bread,” she asked jokingly, “Wait? Is that actually a thing?” She'd probably feel pretty murderous if she couldn't eat garlic bread either, to be fair. 

“Or is it like one of those weird media twists... like Twilight and all the werewolves wearing jorts,” she asked, half serious, “We don't wear jorts... Well, at least not all of us. I much prefer hiking pants or joggers myself. Though I've been known to rock some Daisy Dukes when the theme calls for it.” 

Like when Cass introduced her to the hoedown throwdown from Hannah Montana. That was an occasion that called for Daisy Dukes 100%. Somehow, she had the feeling her history teacher understood the importance of doing something for the aesthetic. 

—

The vampire raised a brow at Alex as she confessed she was in the woods for the same reason. He adjusted his satchel, which held the journal where he had written his ideas down. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one out walking at night. It was nicer still that it was someone Cassius recognized as a former student. Alex had always been one of the better students, smart and memorable enough that she stuck out in his mind. Of course, it was weird to connect with a student after graduation, but it wasn’t unwelcome either. Plenty of students had reached out to him over social media over the years. He may be old, but he wasn’t a curmudgeon hiding from the internet.

He froze as soon as she started to list the things that made him a vampire. It was weird to be called out on it, but it was also nice not to hide it. Sometimes it was good to be seen for what he truly was, minus the slayer who wanted nothing more than his head to be stuck on a pike. “Caught me,” Cassius muttered with an amused smirk. “Some of us hide in plain sight, I will admit.” He crossed his arms over his chest as she spoke. “Garlic forces my fangs out, but doesn’t make me break out in a rash or anything.” He waved a hand in dismissal. “I still avoid it where I can. Some people freak out at the sudden appearance of fangs and red eyes.” He wiggled his fingers dramatically. 

“Call me a twilight vampire, and I’ll leave.” He threatened, pointing a finger in her direction accusatorily. No, the only thing he had in common with Twilight was that one actor that looked spookily like him. “A werewolf?” He cocked his head to the side, brow raised. “Sharp wit, a temper to match…” he trailed off, looking over the girl’s face. “Yeah, that tracks.” He gave a soft smile. He didn’t care what she was. She had always been a good person. “One of us reps a more stereotypical look than the other, but there’s still time for you.” He gave a toothy grin. “You’re still young, after all.” He raised his brows, almost as if he was issuing a challenge.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, more of a habit to appear human than an actual need to do so. “Obviously, I hide in plain sight.” He shot back, gesturing to what he had on in all its Victorian glory. “Only gotten me caught once in all my years, so I’m doing something right.” Of course, he had also been careless, traipsing around a graveyard that he knew slayers liked to frequent. 

Hiding in plain sight. Part of her had to wonder just how old the vampire was and if he would understand the Taylor Swift reference in his own words. Alex figured she may have already been pushing her luck with being one of his favorite alumni students by asking the whole 'bones or boobs' thing. She wasn't sure dropping a pop culture lesson was the move here, especially considering he looked like he listened to whatever the Edgar Allan Poe of music was which was decidedly not Taylor Swift even if Dear Reader was decidedly a bop and a half. A bop squared even. And... It was pretty emo. 

Instead, Alex laughed. “The curse of having hearing that is just... way too good.” She shrugged. Most of the time it was more of a curse than a gift, but it helped sometimes. What was a little sensory overload in the big scheme of things anyway? “You're doing a pretty good job... wouldn't have guessed before,” she gestured, “Even if the outfit is kind of giving vibes. I just always thought you had a really good sense of fashion. But hey... garlic forces my fangs out too, but probably a very different deal.”

She just loved eating food with garlic in it. Garlic bread, garlic chicken, garlic dip— it was all delicious in her book. Then again, Alex also thought a whole moose unseasoned was delicious depending on the day of the month, so she probably wasn't anyone's go-to culinary expert. Kaden would probably laugh at her name and the phrase even being used in the same sentence considering she was more than content to eat Chefboyardee straight from the can and call it dinner. 

Alex did find herself relaxing into the easier banter. Ah the one thing that connected the supernatural together—- fucking hating Twilight. She leaned against one of the firs and chortled a bit. “Duly noted, teach.” The confirmation of her own species did leave her feeling a bit uneasy, but it was getting easier to say the words at least. “Yep, I'm a werewolf... have been this whole time actually,” she shrugged, “Got bitten when I was 7 so the moon and I have been vibing for a long time.“ 

Vibing was nicer than the truth of it, but the full moon didn't fill Alex with as much dread now that she had a taste of it outside of her bunker. Her bones didn't still carry that same antsy feeling in them the following morning. Even the jokes felt a little easier to lean into and it was a change... that she was pretty sure she welcomed. ”I don't know,“ she retorted playfully, ”I think granola gay is pretty on brand for werewolf... even if it's not on brand for Twilight werewolves, but like--- what is? Twilight got most shit wrong... and had that ugly CGI baby.“ 

She didn't actually know that for sure, but Thea had mentioned it and she trusted that bit. Alex had only seen the first two movies with Cass when it was explained the role the films played in pop culture. They were kind of fun to laugh at. 

”So you've been a vampire the whole time then too,” Alex mused, “Huh. How long has it been for you? Are you like... old enough to have been there for some of the history you taught?” Getting caught only once meant he probably wasn't out eating people left and right... which was a good thing. Not that he had given her the vibe she needed to be afraid of him when he was her teacher. All in all, he was pretty chill as far as teachers went. 

Something in him getting caught did make her own stomach turn. Alex refused to acknowledge that feeling too deeply and instead joked, “Can't say I've been as lucky on that front, but part of the fun of becoming what the family kills or whatever.“ Because somehow every attempt on her life always came back to that. Her aunt, her mother's friend.... hopefully there weren't anymore coming out of the woodwork, but she wasn't sure how much she trusted her own luck.  

Cassius couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness for Alex. The idea of being a little girl and suddenly going through trying to understand being a werewolf on top of everything else sounded awful. “Vibing is one word to use,” he muttered, though mostly to himself. “I’ve been thirty-three for one hundred and seventy-three years.” He confessed, raising his hands above his head as if to say, what can you do?

He had to take a moment to process the phrase ‘granola gay,’ he felt as if time was finally catching up to him, as he had no idea what that could mean. “What is granola gay?” He asked, face a mix of weirded out and confused. “Twilight made people think that vampires sparkled in the sun. I wish all the sun did was make me sparkle.” Cassius frowned, as if disappointed in his person's lack of sparkling skin. 

“I’ve been thirty-three for one hundred and seventy-three years.” He confessed, raising his hands above his head as if to say, what can you do? “I was born in 1817, turned in 1851.” He let out a sigh through his nose. It was weird to talk about his true age out loud. Let’s say my knowledge of Victorian England and onward is more of a lived experience than something I read about.” 

He gave a thoughtful look for a moment. “My sire was born in the 1500s. He was a plague doctor. I got much of my history knowledge from someone who lived it rather than the written variety. I became a history teacher because it was an easy gig.” He smiled wryly, knowing he had taken a lazy way out. But hey, someone had to teach it.

“The only reason I have avoided being hunted for sport for as long as I have is because I was taught to have no connections. And when I overstayed my welcome, I moved to the next place.” He shrugged a shoulder, a faraway look in his eyes as he talked about it. “My sire made sure that we put survival first.” The faraway gaze turned sad, and he shook his head as if willing the thoughts out of his mind. “I don’t recommend living your life that way. Better to learn self-defense than run away from your problems whenever the winds turn against your favor.”

Of all the crazy things Alex could expect to find in the woods, finding herself explaining what granola gay meant to her high school history definitely wasn't one of them. It was far less nefarious than most of the things that lurked in the woods. Cassius always had possessed a certain bravado that seemed to pair well with his classic vampire style. With all the kitschy stuff in Wicked's Rest, the vampire was easy to look over. He practically blended in here. She realized that maybe Wicked's Rest, with all its terrifying faults, was the kind of place where people like them could carve out a life for themselves. Hadn't they both done just that? 

“Granola gay... is like your outdoorsy gay stereotype. Lots of flannel, lots of hiking boots, hydroflasks.” Alex grinned wickedly. “I stole mine. The hydroflask that is... Actually some of the boots and flannel too. But those fucking water bottles are like $60? Capitalism has got me fucked up on that one.” She gestured to the beanie on her head. “But like beanies, other weather friendly hats and outerwear. Backpacks instead of purses. General gist of it.” 

The whole granola aesthetic did seem fitting for what werewolves actually were, or at least, who Alex was as a werewolf. She wasn't sure her experience spoke to all werewolves, but she'd found the forest was a place her and Alan both seemed to enjoy. She'd felt her most free on the full moon weaving through the trees alongside Gael. Who knew. All she knew is it fit her. 

“Yeah, sparkling does seem more fun than catching fire,” Alex joked with a cynical laugh, ”With the way people are using highlighter these days, no one would even know the difference.“ 

How old her former history teacher was didn't surprise Alex as much as she expected. It was like pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly. ”And here I was going to say you don't look a day over 140,“ she quipped. “That's pretty neat though... Teaching stuff you've actually lived. And hey, you're good at it.” 

That much was true. Cassius did have a way of making the subject fun even though it wasn't normally her favorite. Alex nodded along as he spoke and found herself frowning. She'd spent a long time running and she wasn't sure she could do it again. Both she and Andy had finally started to place roots and build actual lives. Her stomach turned with guilt, she knew that was worth fighting for. It was still hard to think she shouldn't have made Andy to be the one to fight. 

“Yeah... I moved around a lot when I was younger before we settled here,” Alex explained, “Always me and my sister.” There were a lot of good memories in all the places they called home, however temporarily. “Survival is good,” she noted, “But I think you're right. It's not... living. Or unliving? It's not a life might be the better way to say that. Connections, getting to experience all that is worth fighting for, I think.” 

Cassius couldn’t stop the amused smile that broke over his features, and he shook his head and let out a soft laugh. “Definitely not me, then.” He murmured, that same smile on his features as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Guess that makes me the confused gay.” He pointed to himself with a sage nod. “If I had to choose, of course.” He tacked on, now stuck thinking about ridiculously priced water bottles. His smile turned into an annoyed frown. “Good on you for stealing it. Take capitalists down a peg.” He decided with a smirk in her direction.

“It was strange to talk about these things with a former student. Then again, Alex had already crossed a few boundaries when she dared ask him about his preferences for bones or boobs. He shuddered at the memory. He made it a habit to be polite with his former students but kindly shut down any further acts of friendship on the student’s part. He wasn’t sure why. It just never ceased to make him feel a little bit uncomfortable. Still, being friendly wasn’t that terrible. 

The vampire thought for a moment. He had lived through quite a few historical events, hadn’t he? “You want to know something kind of cool?” He asked her, the corner of his lips quirking upwards. “I may or may not have been in the stonewall riots.” He explained with a shrug of his shoulder. He remembered the pure and unbridled rage he had felt that day. He was so damn tired of hiding who he was at that point—repressing one’s sexuality since the 1800s? He could only take so much. “That’s one piece of history I was present for, anyway.” He waved a hand as if it wasn’t that important. He remembered the look on Richard’s face when he had gotten home before sunrise. He was pissed, but he was also a little proud. 

“Between you and me,” he began, letting his hands fall from his pockets. “I’m still trying to learn to make connections.” He frowned, kicking at the dirt beneath his boot. “Spent so long being taught to avoid everyone and everything at all costs makes unlearning it a bit hard.” He sighed, looking around at his surroundings momentarily before gazing back at the young werewolf. “I’m glad to see that you’re doing well, Alex. Truly.” He shuffled his feet, as if getting ready to leave.

It was a strange chance meeting, but one Alex found she didn't quite mind. Of everything and everyone she could have run into in the forest in the middle of the night, her high school history teacher was hardly even close to the worst. Running into him had actually been nice and she didn't even feel weird about the whole him being a vampire thing. That had to be progress or something, she decided. 

“Confused gay, classical gothic gay,” Alex shrugged, “Kind of go hand in hand anyway. And taking capitalists down apeg is like my favorite hobby.” She smiled proudly at that one. Maybe she couldn't actually be Robin Hood, but embracing the spirit felt right. 

When Cassius shared a bit of history with her, Alex's eyes widened with  amazement. “Really,“ she asked incredulously, ”That's... I mean it's terrible that it had to happen, but pretty fucking awesome you were out there fighting for our right to exist and all.“ It made her pretty proud to call the vampire her teacher even if she couldn't necessarily advertise that part of his history. Cass would at least appreciate it, she thought. 

Part of her understood where Cassius was coming from. Had Alex not staved off making connections outside of Andy for most of her life? It'd been easier that way, but then they found a place they could actually call home... and well, their world got bigger. ”Connections have a way of sneaking up on you in a town like this,“ she smiled wistfully as she thought of the friends she'd made, ”It's hard to unlearn, but... people can surprise you.“  She saw him moving to leave and offered a friendly wave. “Good seeing you... and take care,” she called out. 

#wr cassius #homophobia tw #wickedswriting #threads; with cassius #threads; with cassius; no twilight stereotypes #(never been a natural all i do is try try try) ;; writing #(the moonlight is blinding) ;; season 1 writing

[justwannasin]

"CAUTION: WEREWOLF BREEDING GROUND" was printed in large black letters across the sign, the picture of the mythical beast in the same color below it, the park rangers didnt hesitate to warn the woman that if she dared to enter, whether out of curiosity or carelessness, they wouldnt be able to retrieve her-or anyone-until the end of the current breeding season, which just began a couple of days ago

The park rangers told stories of people foolish or, weirdly enough, so horny they did go beyond the border, coming back pregnant or "inflated" thanks to how much cum the wolves produced. The rangers added how they couldnt imagine anyone wanting to be bred by the wolves, as entire packs would use one person as their "bitch".

While there were other people at the forest reserve, hiking or picnicking-there wasnt a soul near the area beyond the sign, or even close to the sign itself. Midday gradually became night, when a howl could be heard, and a pair of eyes peered out at the woman beyond the border of the breeding ground

whitney had been out with friends along the trails of the park. of course, she and the others had gotten a bit high and drunk, daring each other to do one stupid thing after another. it ranged from silly things to some not-so-silly, and the dares kept getting bigger and bigger, more intense and all over the place--

in fact, that was how whitney found herself right here, on the edge of the grounds, staring at the sign. her friends had sworn it wasn't real. some halloween joke. after all, who ever got bred by an actual werewolf?

she told them she'd get close, see if she could see anything, figure it out...

the howl made whitney jump, and her heart race a bit quicker. so yes, she figured there were animals out there... wolves or bears or whatever.

but nothing mythical, right...?

she didn't notice the eyes until it was too late--

#( asks ) #muse; whitney #( n. s. f. w. )

[victorluvsalice]

All right, folks -- we have hit Summer Thursday in the Chill Save, and it is VACATION TIME! I think Victor, Alice, and Smiler have earned one, don’t you? And after all, I made them such a nice little cabin last time to stay in -- be a shame not to use it!

Of course, I couldn’t have them leave in the middle of the night, which is when I normally stop my play sessions in-game -- so while Victor and Alice caught up on their sleep, Smiler made another computer chip (getting up to level 6 Robotics in the process) and tried giving one of the specters a zebra fizz they stirred up on their new bar -- unfortunately, the little blob wasn’t impressed. Fortunately Smiler’s silver tongue was able to smooth the situation over afterward and stop anything truly bad from happening. They also took care of the chickens, cleaning out the coop and scattering feed, before taking out the trash. Gotta make sure the chores are all done, after all!

Alice, meanwhile, got up just in time to do a little scavenging (got a time capsule, haven’t opened it yet) and get that last bit of werewolf XP to take her up to Prime werewolf status! She got the Grumpy Wolf temperament, meaning she now needs more naps. *shrug* “Wolf Nap” was one of the first abilities I got her, so hopefully this won’t be too much of a burden! And Victor slept in, did some last-minute recycling, and grabbed some groceries for their trip -- mostly because I was mean and gave the version of “Green Getaway Makeover” in this save the “Simple Living” lot challenge. XD Look, I felt it (and Wild Foxes) made sense for a cabin in the woods! But yeah, with that, they were all ready to head to Granite Falls for the next three days to close out summer!

. . .meaning, of course, when they arrived, it was raining. *sigh* Welp. I promptly tried to make the best of things -- I sent Victor and Smiler inside to amuse themselves while I had Alice transform and brave the drizzle to “Hunt For Food” as per her latest ability. I then started looking for the others to find ways to keep them occupied out of the rain. Victor was inside having a shower --

And Smiler was outside having one. *facepalm* And better yet, as they finished, the local park ranger, Kalama, walked up. She was initially shocked by Smiler’s state, but once they put on clothes and greeted her, naturally they were the best of friends. XD Good thing too, as halfway through their chat, Alice showed back up with a plate of fresh red meat to wolf down. I don’t think Kalama signed up for this in ranger school!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #I was so annoyed when I finally got them out the door of the farmhouse #and found that it was raining in Granite Falls #damn it >( #this is their vacation game #at least their three days in the mountains weren't predicted to be a total washout #and it gave you a good opportunity to see everyone's umbrellas #but yeah I'm keen on having Alice hunt for her own meat :) #not only will it keep her belly full #she'll also bring home spare meat for the fridge! #thus saving on groceries #right on #werewolves are fun XD #queued

[monstersandmaw]

I had a really intense and vivid werewolf dream last night (sfw, in case you’re wondering), and now I want to write it all up but I’ve got two commissions left and England is still really really hot and I’m just... I’m sad about that... haha.

#it featured a werewolf in his thirties (who was going very attractively grey) #and a young woman who had come to a national park (it looked like Alaska or Canada or somewhere) with her bff to get away from her shitty ex #and the werewolf is a park ranger (of course) #and there was some drama with the ex (obviously) #and some hunters (naturally) #and it just had a really wholesome vibe in the dream that I'm gonna have to try and capture when i get the chance #*the wholesome vibe was the relationship between the woofer and the young woman #not between the ex and the young woman (obviously) because gross #just adding that in for clarity

[fandom-blackhole]

Happy halloween 🎃 👻

What about werewolf!boba finding out his partner is having his little cub. His little wolf pack expands by one and he's over the moon (no pun intended 😂) cos he didn't think he'd have this 😭

Happy Halloween, darling! I miss my little Werewolf!Boba AU we had going with the 666 Celebration Asks, so I'm taking this onto it, I hope you don't mind! And of course you won't have to read the other parts to understand this, it can be read on its own :)

Pairing: Werewolf!Boba x Forest Ranger!Reader

Words: ~1.9k

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Something was off with Boba, nothing obvious or you would have figured it out by now, but he was acting slightly different. Boba was more protective, well more than he already was, and during your little, almost nightly, picnics at the tables beside your ranger station, he seemed to be pushing more and more food towards you, to the point that you made the joke asking if he was trying to fatten you up only for him to pause and clear his throat before backing off with a small shake of his head. And when the full moon came, and he was in wolf form he stuck by your side the entire night, and as you fell asleep with him wrapped around you, you felt him nuzzle at your stomach softly before laying his head on it.

You weren't sure what was up with Boba, but after about two months of this and a bout of nauseous for the last two weeks having you running to the bathroom...well you had some suspicions on what was wrong. You didn't bring it up to Boba, or eventually him when you snuck into town one evening after your daily work was done. The entire trip you were stressed and trying to convince yourself that this all was in your head, you had just caught a bug and was sick, but as you stood with the pregnancy test in your hand, you knew in your heart that it was something more than just the flu.

The trip back to your small cabin home had your heart racing, and it felt like the trip took hours rather than thirty minutes. And when you pulled in and parked your car your heart dropped a little when you saw Boba standing outside of your door with crossed arms staring at you through the windshield. With a deep breath, you pulled yourself together to smile at him and wave, which you saw made his shoulders relax from their tense position, though you brushed the action off as nothing.

As you got out of your car, and got into the backseat, you thanked your foresight to grab a few other things for the cabin along with the pregnancy test, though it had mostly been impulse buys, and things to keep you distracted while you waited for the pregnancy test-- meaning a tub of your favorite ice cream, a brownie mix, and the ingredients for your favorite soup.

As you stood back up, you jumped as you came face to face with Boba’s chest, and you laughed it off as you shut the door and turned to walk to the cabin, saying, "You can't scare a girl like that Boba, might have a heart attack! You're too quiet."

Boba stopped you in your tracks, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, which made you relax and smile at him softly. Then, he reached for the bags causing you to panic a bit pull the towards yourself, much to his confusion.

"I was wondering where you went, little one, and was a bit worried when you weren't here when I got here. If you needed things from the store, you just needed to call me and I would have brought them to you."

You felt heat rise in your face, and nervously you walked around him, dodging his hands as he tried to grab the bags again, and as you walked inside your home you cleared your throat and replied, "I know that...of course I know you would do that for me, but I thought a trip to town would do me good, you know? Plus I cant rely on you all the time!"

Quickly, not looking at him, you shoved the ice cream into the freezer, along with all the cold items into the fridge for when you wanted to start the soup for dinner. When all that was left was the bag with the pregnancy test, almost taunting you, you quickly shoved it inside your jacket, before turning around to find Boba leaning against your kitchen doorway.

"Are you alright, little one?"

You nod with a quick smile, walking over kissing his cheek, "I'm fine, its just...its just been a long day."

Boba nods and gives you a pitying smiles before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, lingering for a second, before saying, "Go take a shower and change into some comfort clothes, and I'll order your favorite Chinese food and go grab it, as my treat."

You grin widely, and give him a quick kiss as a thank you, and say, "You always know how to cheer me up, thank you."

After that he shows you away, and pats your bottom as you walk passed him heading to your room. Smiling softly, you head to your room, gathering some night clothes before going to the bathroom, only to pause as you peeled your work uniform from your body and the bag with the pregnancy test fell to the floor. Reality came crushing down on you once more, as you lifted the box from the bag, and with a somewhat defeated sigh you followed the directions before setting it on the counter, telling yourself to hide it somewhere when you got out of the shower.

In the shower, you found yourself just standing under the hot water as the steam rose around you. Your eyes locked on the wall infront of you, as your mind worried and raced over the results of the test, and how Boba would react if it ended up being positive. Your relationship was still rather new, and while you knew you loved him, that you wouldn't want to be with anyone else, the two of you had never talked about children. Fuck, Boba hadn't even told you he loved you yet, well verbally, not that you cared, you didn't want to push him and knew he would tell you eventually, but still....if that that test came back positive, how was he going to react?

Shaking your head, you slowly went about washing up, and as you were stepping out of the shower, you heard the front door open and close and Boba’s voice yell that he was back with dinner. So not to worry him more, you rushed through drying off and getting dressed, pausing only a second to shove the pregnancy test behind your hair brush holder, and walked out with a smile so you wouldn't worry him more.

"Sorry, I took way longer than I thought I would. The hot water just felt really nice."

Boba only sized you up and smirked as he pulled the food from the bag and setting it on the table, "I was wondering where my old wrestling sweater went."

Again, heat flooded your face as you glanced down at the sweater that you may or may not have stolen from his house when you stayed over last time.

"Sorry....its just really comfortable..."

Boba only shook his head and pulled out your chair for you to sit down before settling into his own, and opening his own food, "It looks better on you anyway."

The heat still simmered underneath you skin as you looked over at him and bit your lip with a smile. Grinning, you opened your side of fried rice, only to pause and have your heart stop. Panic bloomed across your face as you looked up at Boba before dashing to the bathroom as the smell from the food you usually enjoyed had turned your stomach. In the bathroom, you cringed as you emptied your stomach into the toilet and flushed it just as Boba came rushing in, worry painted across his face.

"Are you okay, little one? How long have you been sick?"

Drained of energy, you just shook your head as you leaned against your bathtub. Worried, Boba turned to the sink and grabbed the cup ypu kept there, and started filling it with water before handing it to you. Only, when he had grabbed the cup, he had bumped the hair brushes over, revealing the pregnancy test, though you didn't realize it as you rinsed your mouth out with some of the water and started sipping the rest, only to pause, frozen when Boba crouched in front of you and held it up, asking, "Whats this?"

Swallowing hard, you looked from the test to Boba’s face a few times, as your heart rate sped up in horror.

"I...I was going to tell you...well after I found out what the answer was...tha-thats why I went to town today, and I was waiting for it to finish when you got back," your head dropped down to stare at your lap, your hands clenched around the cup as silence followed your confession. The few seconds it took for Boba to speak up felt like a lifetime, but eventually he softly cupped your face and tilted it so you were looking into his eyes. Then carefully he flipped the test around for you to see that it read exactly what your suspicions had been telling you, you were pregnant.

Biting your lip, you turned back to Boba, whose face was hidden of any emotion and made your heart drop. You swallowed thickly, and whispered out his name, and his jaw ticked slightly, before he asked, "It's mine," and you quickly nodded looking at him with wide eyes, thinking, like it would be anyone else's, then he nodded, and continued, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean," you asked confused. Boba was so calm right now, or at least he was acting like he was. Meanwhile, your heart was aching and racing, hoping for his acceptance and love and both not receiving it, but also not being pushed away and rejected either.

"Do you want to keep the baby," this time as he spoke, you could hear just a slight tremble in his voice, a hope that he was not expressing. So you looked into his eyes, tears forming at the edges of your own as you nodded shakily, "If you want me to, yes....I want to have this baby."

And then, for the first time since you had met Boba, you watched as so many emotions flashed across his face, all of them holding love and care for you and the prospect of his unborn child, and you could only let out a shaky breath as the tension left your body. Then Boba was wrapping you in his arms, pulling you towards him as he whispered, "I love you so much little one. I have since I first saw you working, and have yearned to be yours everyday since.....and i....I never imagined this would happen, I never believed or hoped to have a babe, a pup of mine own, but I should have known you would be the perfect partner, be the person willing to carry my child.... I love you, little one, more than I can express."

And there as Boba held you tight, your cried and whispered 'I love yous' back to him, feeling happy and loved and excited for this new development in your relationship with the man you cared so deeply for.

Everything Tags: @mysticalgalaxysalad @phoenixhalliwell @moodsare @perpetual-fangirl900 @night-snows00 @dumbass-simp-for-fredweasley @stargazingthenightaway @meabravo @just-here-for-the-moment @masteracewindu @litakino @orospuyum

Boba Tags: @justanotherstarwarswhore @bunny-fairy @shellyc9 @phrog-seeds @starrdvstkenobi @blackmarketmummy @badbatch-simp24 @startrekkingaroundasgard @djarin-junk @pixierox101 @moodsare

#halloween thots #werewolf!boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader

[piedpiperslists]

Seokjin Drabbles (IV)

* s - contains smut

Like You Care by @meowachi FWB

Hold Me Down by @moon-write angst, divorce au Summary: Nobody ever said love was easy…

…Cause I Like You?! by @scriptaed enemies to lovers, college au Summary: Just the thought of it, no, the mere possibility of it boggles the ever so egotistical mind that belonged to Kim Seokjin. Him? And… her? His arch enemy? His sworn nemesis whose incessant badgering he simply refuses to surrender to? Struck with a capricious cold, Jin’s teapot of a mind attempts to conceal its steam fall short when you pay an unexpected visit and all mayhem is set loose. When did it happen? How did it happen? No… no, it can’t be… he can’t… possibly… like her?!

Pine by @honeymoonjin friends to lovers

“You’ve been avoiding me all day.” by @ugh-yoongi friends to lovers

Lazy Day Cuddles by @ttttaehyungie s established relationship, PWP Summary: As payment for waking you up, your boyfriend owes you cuddles. You’re here to collect that payment. Anything that happens beyond that? It’s not your doing.

Minx by @bangtangurlarmy established relationship Summary: Jin can get really mad when he’s jealous. But you still push his buttons making him take a step further to get you to apologize.

Chrysanthemum by @yoonia CEO!Seokjin, boss au Summary: When you have a special way to fix his mess.

“If I’m an idiot, what does that make you?” by @chloefran established relationship

Father of Six by @army-author werewolf au Summary: There are rumours going around our school about a pack of werewolves that live close by. Of course, I don’t believe it, but you have been acting kind of weird lately…

Bite by @whatifyoulivelikethat vampire au

6:22 PM by @likeastarstar angst, unrequited love, friends au

Morning Love [AO3] by @fantaesize s established relationship, PWP Summary: Your boyfriend knows how to make your morning on a holiday the best kinda morning.

“Please don’t cry.” by @stayjimin established relationship

Snow White and the Park Ranger by @jimlingss Snow White au Summary: The evil queen sends a huntsman after you to rip out your heart and as you run, you bump into Park Ranger, Kim Seokjin.

#ksj list #seokjin drabbles