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disasterofastory · 7 months

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Compromise (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Compromise // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 5/14 Warnings: cum in panties

Summary: Brahms lets you out of the house, but he makes sure you think of him the whole time.

The house is suspiciously quiet, but you try not to think about it too much. Brahms is upset with you since you told him about your plans to go to town. You barely saw him yesterday, so your only companion was the toy you had to take care of while that man-child spied on you through the cracks in the wall. The only thing you heard was your own voice all day. You were surprised how easily you got used to his presence, and when he decided to avoid you and punish you with his silence, you missed him.

Your coat is already on you, and your bag is light on your shoulder with a few of your belongings. The keys jiggle in your hand as you put it into the door lock. The quiet click seems loud in the tense silence.

"I will be quick, Brahms," you sigh. You try to push your guilt away as much as you can. You agreed to stay with Brahms; let's not think about the fact that he didn't really give you any other choice, but he has to learn to compromise on some things. You have to go out to shop and be around people every now and then, and you still have a family. If you don't want people to get too curious about the Heelshire manor and you, they need to see you from time to time.

Your hand is already on the doorknob when you feel long fingers curling around your arm and tugging you back. The hold on your limb is firm and a bit too tight for your liking. "Brahms!" You gasp, shocked and annoyed. Your back thuds against the door when the man turns you around and traps you between his body and the thick wooden surface. He towers over you easily, staring down at you from behind his porcelain mask. His eyes are dark and upset. You can't see his face, but you are sure he is pouting. "Brahms! We talked about this!" He is so close to you that you can feel his warm exhale fanning over your hairline. "We talked about this, sweet boy," you try again, more gentle this time. Your hand smooths over his arm. "It's just for a few hours, and I will come back to you. I won't leave you, Brahms." His posture relaxes slightly, but he still doesn't let you move. Instead, he reaches down to your pants, tugging and pushing until your legs are spread, and your jeans are around your knees. His broad chest heaves at the sight of your mound under your black panties.

You can't do anything but watch as he tugs on the waistband of your panties while his other hand reaches for his hard-on in his pants. When he moves even closer, you forget how to breathe until your head throbs and your lungs burn for air. "Brahms-" He grunts in answer, still not willing to speak to you.

Excitement strikes through your spine when he taps the fat head of his cock to your slit. Brahms rocks his hips, making you wet with his pre-cum. No matter how much he wants to look at your face to see your reaction, he can't tear his eyes away from the sight of his own cock in his hand, pushing and pulling out the junction of your thighs. His fingers stroke up and down on his shaft while sliding over your folds and rubbing your clit. His arousal glints on your soft skin, mixing with your own juices.

The man reminds you of a star-struck puppy as he jerks off, staring at your pussy. A tight coil burns in your stomach as you watch the scene between your legs. He slaps his cock against your pussy again, grunting and moving his hand faster. The rumble of his chest goes straight to your aching center. Your muscles jerk and twitch with the need to do something to release some pressure in your body, but you know Brahms better by now. He teases and taunts you with the promise of giving you whatever you want from him when you come home. But you have to come home to him.

With his free hand, he tugs on your panties again, making sure the crotch of the soft fabric is where he wants it to be. His breath changes quickly, and his fingers tighten around his throbbing cock. He is soaked by your juices, and it makes his chest stretch with pride. You want him. You want his cock and his fingers and his tongue. And you will come back to get them all.

Brahms's whine is muffled by his mask as he shoots his seed with a hard jerk of his hips. Spurt after spurt soaks your skin and panties while his hand still stokes up and down on his erection. The pearly white drops are warm on your mound and slit, flowing down to the already wet fabric between your thighs.

For long seconds, both of you stand still, watching the mess he made. His breathing is heavy, and you have to force yourself not to jump on him. Your walls clench around nothing with need, and your clit throbs for some friction. "Brahms-" He grunts again, not even looking up at your face as he tucks his cock away and pulls your panties back to your pussy. His hands smooth over your crotch, making sure his seed is smeared all over your heat and the fabric sticks to your slit. It's warm and sticky, and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

The man smirks behind his mask, satisfied with his work.

#brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire smut #brahms heelshire imagine #the boy x reader #the boy imagine #kinktober 2023 #slasher fucker

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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WHEN I SAY NEED I MEAN NEED!!

The 141 + Konig with their s/o wearing a pheromone perfume just to tease them or simply just for fun to see their reaction while they are turning FERAL to get another wiff of that addictive smell.

(u could just skip this but if you have free time and willing to is an absolute)

Thank yew besty, i can sleep in peace now. 😌

Anon baby?! You cute toot little genius megamind?! Also I can't believe this is my first time writing for König? Anywho💕

Price buys all of his s/o's perfumes, knows the scents they like and their favourite notes and therefore buys them a perfume for every occasion or at any airport duty free he manages to browse. Because of this, he has a tendency to bury his nose in their neck, or kiss the insides of their wrists, the smell of them alone allowing him to think back to the day they got married or the night he proposed. When he stuffs his nose between the crook of their neck and their hair, and doesn't recognise the scent they're wearing, he's immediately confused, leaving his face smooshed against them whilst he tries to work out what it is they're wearing that smells so delicious. They're just trying to reply to some emails whilst he's literally got his face buried in the back of their neck, sniffing loudly as he tries to get their attention. "You got new perfume?" He grumbles lustfully, voice halfway between a low grunt and a breathless rumble. "Mhm. You like it?" "Smells fuckin' delicious - smells like sex." "Sex?" You giggle incredulously. "Sex. Speaking of which, come to bed."

Gaz loves when the smell of his s/o lingers around their home and reminds him of them. He loves when his head hits the pillow of the bed and their sweet shampoo lingers in their shared space, or when he puts on one of the hoodies they've borrowed and it still smells of them. When he comes home from an errand to them sat watching their favourite show on the TV, he practically lays on top of them like some kind of human weighted blanket, stuffing his face up their shirt with a deep sigh. "Smell good." He grumbles into the warm skin of their sternum. "Yeah?" Your hum, scratching your nails soothingly into his scalp, to which he only gives a contented hum of approval. He spends the afternoon just sort of nosing at their skin, and ends up falling asleep in their shirt.

Johnny is just generally feral. This man uses all of their fancy creams and lotions, just generally doesn't share the boundaries that some couples would have. He'd spot the perfume on their bathroom counter straight away, probably brush it off too. He doesn't really pay it much mind how good they smell until they're both pottering around the kitchen together making dinner. He'll just sort of inch closer until he's grabbing their wrist where they've spritzed a tiny bit of the perfume that morning and proceeded to forget about it. He's so weird about showing his affection too, probably nipping at them and licking them throughout the day, confused as to why they're more alluring and attractive than normal. His mind races with thoughts of maybe they're ovulating or he's got some kind of weird hormonal guy thing going on. Whatever it is, he's all over them all evening, and practically pawing their clothes off when they get to bed.

Simon gets grumpy when he can't control himself around them. He's a man who prides himself on his ability to remain stoic and impassive, not to mention the fact that he hates feeling like some out of control, lovesick teenage boy. He gets all huffy and puffy, and his s/o is like genuinely concerned for him, so much so that he walks in on them in the bathroom scrubbing at their neck and wrists with a loofah. "The fuck are you doing?" He grunts with an inquisitive, amused raise of his eyebrow. "I - um - spilled something?" "Like that 'pheromone' stuff I got the purchase notification on my bank app for?" "Whaaaaaat? No! Maybe." He just sort of chuffs at their oversight, and the fact that he'd literally seen them browsing these faddy pheromone perfumes on the sofa right beside him.

König literally is just an animal. This man has very limited social decorum as is, at home? Yeah, no, gone. His boundaries are non existent, and he has a tendency to paw at his s/o, slip his hands down their pants or up their shirts daily. Wearing pheromone perfume doesn't help their cause. He spends the day following them around the house like a needy puppy, whining when they swat him away so that they can work or cook or go to the bathroom. He acts all grumbly and wounded and pathetic, and they promptly hide the pheromone perfume, deeming it more of a hindrance than a help, although it is kind of entertaining to see their nearly seven foot, sniper boyfriend so needy over something that they thought was a total scam. It doesn't stop him from practically dragging them to bed by the scruff of their neck, huffing about how he's been wanting them all day.

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ludwig-van-gaythoven · 12 days

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Cabin Fever - (Regina George x F Reader) Part 3

Fandom;

Mean Girls (2024)

Pairings:

Regina George x Reader

Summary:

The students of Northshore go on a school trip for a week in the forest. You end up getting to know the apex predator in a way you’d never seen her before.

Warnings;

ED mentions.

Parts:

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3

When you wake in the morning, Regina is already gone. She’s probably gone to meet with Karen and Gretchen for breakfast, pushing food around her plate more like. You’ve noticed some of your leftovers have gone missing, you don’t mind though. At least it means she’s eating something.

You’re not sure why she seems to relax around you enough to eat, something she can’t seem to do around her supposed best friends.

You have to remind yourself you aren’t her friend but the sketch is still neatly folded under her pillow, whatever that means.

You have a quick shower, throw on some jeans and a band tee and go to the campfire pit to hear what activity you’ll have to do today. It might mean being paired with Regina again, although she acts like a completely different person with you in public. You can see straight through her act. The more you see of her, the more you realise she’s not cruel, bitchy or formidable. She’s scared and a little insecure.

“Today half of you will be boating and half of you will be climbing! Cabins 1-6 follow me and cabins 7-12 meet your leader at the high ropes in 5 minutes!” The instructor calls.

Fuck no.

You try and sneak away slowly, if there’s one thing you’re afraid of, it’s heights. Maybe you can sneak off with the boating group, that sounds less scary, and safer.

It doesn’t work, Mrs Norbury catches you and sends you off in the direction of the high ropes. It’s not like they can force you to climb, right?

They’re laughing about something, you can’t tell what. Maybe Regina’s already making fun of you, maybe she’s gone through your bags to find anything embarrassing to tell her best friends. Maybe she’s taken a photograph of your sketch to prove you’re a loser, freak or whatever. She did similar to Janis, what’s stopping her from doing the same to you?

Maybe not.

You think you saw a glimpse of the real Regina underneath all the pink and glitter, last night.

An instructor calls out that the session is starting. For once this week you stop thinking about Regina.

You can already feel your heartbeat in your ears as you approach the climbing frame. You’re instructed on how to correctly fit your harnesses and told to line up and go over one at a time across the high ropes.

It was like an assault course in the air. First some wooden stepping stones, then walking across a tightrope with just a rope above to balance yourself, and then finally a zip line. You felt your stomach flip, there had to be a way out. You couldn’t have Regina see you having a full-blown panic attack.

Regina is just in front of you in the queue, she doesn’t turn to look at you even once. You’re slightly hurt but not surprised. It’s not like one evening of civility means she could be seen with you in public.

The plastics climb up and start to walk across. Gretchen and Karen walk in front, screaming and giggling the whole way. Regina saunters across, nothing phases her. As she climbs across the rope you can see the muscles under her pink crop top tensing, it makes you momentarily forget about what you have to do until the instructor calls out that it’s your turn next.

Okay, just breathe and whatever you do, don’t look down.

You climb up to the top platform. It’s just a walk across some stable wooden platforms. You can do this. You stare straight ahead, ignoring the thumping of your heart, your hands clammy against the ropes. As long as you don’t look down you’ll be fine.

By some miracle you make it across. The next obstacle is a walk across a tightrope. This one makes you cold sweat.

You start to shake more. Regina is already across the other side standing and waiting to go across the next obstacle. She still looks like a goddess, and you probably look like a sweaty mess. For the first time today she turns and looks at you, her expression is hard to work out, maybe pity? Probably amusement.

You put one foot tentatively on the rope and hold for dear life onto the top rope. You shuffle across in an ungraceful manner. Hopefully Regina has turned her back by now. This would definitely be blackmail material.

Every time the rope moves you feel like you’ll fall, any second you could faint, or throw up, or maybe have a heart attack.

You edge closer to the finishing platform, you can see the edge of it and make the mistake of looking down.

The ground becomes blurry and feels like it’s 3,000 feet away.

Your stomach lurches and your foot slips.

Desperation fills you and without thinking you desperately reach your hand out, hoping Regina will grab It, pull you back up and you won’t feel that dreaded falling sensation.

Instead she shoves you.

Hard.

You fall from the rope, your heart nearly stops and you can’t open your eyes. The harness catches you but you’ve swung sideways from the rope and the force of Regina’s push makes you come crashing back, your hip colliding with the wooden platform.

The pain is immediate, and searing.

An instructor lowers you down and a teacher demands that Regina comes down too to take you to first aid.

She does this begrudgingly, her little minions whining that it’s not fair that she has to pay the price when you ‘just slipped.’

You don’t look at her or speak to her on your way to first aid. With every step your hip explodes with pain. You try not to show how hard it is to walk. This wasn’t the same Regina you hung out with last night.

Never show your weakness to a predator. That was your first mistake.

“ I wouldn’t have had to do that if you didn’t try to touch me.” She spat, staring at the ground as you walked. Was she ashamed?

“Whatever Regina. I don’t care.” You sigh, wincing again as you step.

She huffs and rolls her eyes at you as you finally make it to first aid. She leaves you at the door.

The first aider confirms that she doesn’t think it’s fractured or broken. Just badly bruised. When she asks what happened you lie and say you slipped. She doesn’t buy it but she doesn’t push any further. She gives you some pain medicine and an ice pack and suggests you go and rest for a bit in your cabin.

You go back and lie in your bed on your back with the ice pack slowly melting away at your hip, making the sheets wet and cold.

Luckily Regina is out somewhere, she’s probably snuck off to one of the plastics cabins.

It’s not like you care anyway.

You decide not to get dinner today. The thought of limping all the way to the campfire sounds awful and you don’t want to give Regina the satisfaction of knowing she hurt you so you try and get some sleep.

Your phone buzzes and lights up on the nightstand. It’s Janis.

“Heeey Dude! How’s the school trip? Wait why are you in bed it’s not even late” the voice of your best friend rings out down the phone.

“Long story, I slipped climbing.” You don’t know why you lie to Janis. You don’t feel like talking about Regina.

You know that despite them being on civil terms now, Janis and Regina still held a grudge respectively. Secretly you knew Janis definitely still had a crush on her, not that she’d ever admit it. At first you didn’t understand why Janis would fall for someone so fake and shallow but now you’ve seen the other side to her. Or is it just a disguise for her to gain your trust? You trusted she’d catch you and instead she pushed you away.

“Are you even listening to me?” Janis breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Huh”

“I said, has Regina fallen in mud, or ruined her boots or had bugs in her hair yet?” You can hear the grin in her voice, and a slight hint of excitement from speaking about Regina.

“Uh, I don’t know… I haven’t really seen her.” You lie again. Why can’t you stop lying to your friend?

“Anyway Janis I have to go, I should probably go and get dinner now, the teachers will wonder where I am.” Another lie “Bye!” You add quickly and hang up.

You sigh and throw your phone back onto the nightstand. You close your eyes again and try and get some sleep.

The painkillers have kicked in and you finally drift off.

You’re in the middle of a forest in a clearing. For some reason you feel uneasy. The trees are all looming around you, as if they’re trying to warn you, leaning closer to whisper “Run” in their windy breath. From between the trees you see a bright pair of blue cat eyes. They’re fixed on you. Unblinking.

You try to get up to run but you can’t move, you’re fixed to the spot as a lion emerges from the trees, claws sharp and teeth bared just about to clamp down on your neck-

Something shakes you awake. Or rather, someone.

“Get up.” You hear Regina hiss.

“What, why?” You mumble back, rubbing your eyes. Her silhouette is blurry above you.

“Come with me.”

“Why the fuck should I.” Your response shocks both of you,she scowls and grabs your wrist to drag you up.

“Just come with me.”

“Fuck off, Regina.” You spit

She doesn’t say anything, just tightens her grip on your wrist and pulls you up.

There’s no use resisting. Stupidly you follow her. Why would you trust her after she pushed you, you’re walking yourself to your doom.

She leads you to a clearing in the trees. Just like your dream, everything in your body is telling you to run.

And then you see it.

A hot pink blanket is sprawled out on the floor and you recognise various containers of food you’d bought laid out on the blanket. There’s two fluffy white pillows either side of the blanket.

“Say something, dumbass!” She barks, she doesn’t meet your eyes and you notice a slight blush on her cheeks

“What’s happening.” You stutter. Surely not, why would Regina have gone to all this effort? Is she trying to apologise?

“I saw you weren’t at dinner and I didn’t want you to starve or something. I’m not sleeping in the same room as a corpse.” She quips, going to sit on one of the pillows. You follow and sit on the other, are you still dreaming?

You eat in silence for a while. Every now and then stealing glances at Regina. She’s actually eating some of the food, looking down at the blanket in thought. The sun is setting and the light manages to catch her in a way that makes her even more perfect. Her cheeks are slightly rosy and you notice she’s taken off most of her makeup. She looks softer, like her guard has dropped slightly.

“I’m sorry I pushed you.” She whispers and her eyes catch yours. She looks genuinely sorry.

Against better judgement you immediately forgive her. You can’t hold much resolve against her when she’s sitting at a picnic she made for you and the sun is reflecting off her skin like that.

“It’s okay, I’m fine anyway.” That’s half a lie, it still hurts quite badly. “Thanks for this. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted you to know I’m sorry, really, and…. Your food is better than the shit they serve here.” She fidgets nervously “It’s nice to eat without Gretch and Karen commenting on the fat content of it.”

That makes your stomach sink. You wonder how anyone could ever think that Regina was anything but beautiful.

“We could have dinner together tomorrow too, if you wanted” that definitely didn’t come out as confident as you wanted it to.

She doesn’t say anything but she smiles at you. Your heart skips.

After you finish eating you pack up Regina’s cute picnic and make your way back to the cabin. You resist the fleeting urge to hold her hand. You don’t want to get shoved again.

She goes to the bathroom to shower and you pull out your sketchbook. You draw the same forest clearing before, sketching in all the leaves, except this time the lion is lying on a blanket, eyes closed, peaceful.

You put the sketchbook back in your bag and get changed into pyjama shorts and a top before laying on top of the covers on the bed.

You’re drifting in and out of consciousness when Regina comes out of the bathroom, you hear her pad quietly towards your bed.

As if not to scare her off you stay perfectly still, eyes shut, and pretend to be asleep.

You feel her hand pull the leg of your shorts up at the side to reveal the darkening bruise at your hip.

Your heart nearly implodes when you feel her gentle lips press a soft kiss to your hip.

It’s over in a second, she goes back to her bed and pulls the covers over her head.

You let out a shaky breath and decided you would probably never be able to figure Regina George out, but at this current moment, you didn’t really mind.

#mean girls #wlw #mean girls 2024 #mean girls fanfic #regina george #regina george fanfic #regina george x reader #regina george x you #renee rapp #cabin fever

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planet-dusk · 8 months

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Ghost!pirate!hongjoong who follows you around after you visited the museum his ship wreck ruins were being displayed at. He just follows you around and helps you when you need to, gets inside your dreams and eats you out till you have to get up but sometimes tells you stories about his crew and old times, who also really dislikes your bff who he sees as someone he should get rid off bc he just looks at you in a irritating way

He is just trying to protect you, dont try to stop him, you wont be able to anyways

🏷️ kim hongjoong x fem!reader. cw ; yandere!hongjoong, ghost!hongjoong, dub/noncon, somnophilia, oral (f), fingering, edging, possessive and other toxic yandere behavior ( 470 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

you're not sure where the pirate who keeps showing up in your dreams came from, but on some days you swear he almost feels real. you've got used to his presence (sometimes even looking forward to it) but even after all those months there's something about his lazy, calculating smile that makes your blood run cold.

at night you wake with his dark head of hair between your legs, tongue already parting your folds and your slick dripping down his chin. he never does anything more than that: eats you out until your legs are shaking, then disappears into thin air, leaving you aching and empty. no matter how much you beg his shining eyes never change, never give in.

you like the tales about his old crew (where are they now? he doesn't tell and you don't dare ask), and the way his face lights up when he talks about his members almost makes him look human. 8 makes one team. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. stories from another time, so vivid it's as if you're there with them. it's easy to get lost in him. you're going out less often these days, heading home after work as soon as you can because you know he might be waiting for you. his visits aren't limited to the nights any more, even though he's unreliable and flaky; sometimes he doesn't show up for days at a time, sometimes he stays with you for hours.

it only makes you more eager to stay home and wait for him. what if you go out and miss him? he might get angry again, it wouldn't be the first time, waking you with his fingers deep inside your cunt for seven nights straight — and removing them right before you could reach your peak. every time you fell asleep he'd wake you up, turning you into a begging mess. the dark circles under your eyes grew with each passing night. there was no point in fighting him; he'd pinned your hands above your head when you'd tried to relieve yourself, surprising strength in such a lithe body.

and on the seventh night, when he was finally satisfied with your sobs, he'd kissed you for the first time and told you the salt on your cheeks reminded him of the sea, his first love. he'd never thought he'd find someone as pretty as her until fate had brought you together.

"you're mine, and mine alone. don't you ever forget it." he'd reinforced his words by finally, finally letting the waves of sweet bliss overtake you.

slowly, hongjoong draws you away from your coworkers. your friends. your family. even your best friend. the only thing on your mind is him, the only one you need in life: your captain.

#answered #yandere-stories #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #;ateez blurbs #tw: dubcon #tw: yandere

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cozage · 1 year

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Boyfriends and Birthdays

Monster Trio and how they celebrate your birthday!!!

a/n: this is my first time posting so Im going to try and cover all my bases here, but if i forget something, please let me know :)

characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

cw: fem! reader, some slightly suggestive content (but nothing NSFW), smooches

Luffy

straight up forgot

actually, he didn’t really forget, this man just cannot keep track of what day it is and didn’t realize it had crept up on him.

Luffy is usually the first or second one awake on the ship, and when he goes to the kitchen for a morning snack, he’s surprised to see Sanji slaving away in the kitchen so early. He’s super excited…until he realizes the things Sanji is making are all of *your* favorite things.

“OH NO. CRAPPPPP!! Don’t tell me her birthday is TODAY!!!” He knows that it is, in fact, today.

he is FREAKING OUT internally and externally. Running around like a chicken with his head cut off

he bought a present though!!!! (Because Nami reminded him at the last island you were at)

runs back to his room to grab your present (and try not to wake you) and realizes he has no wrapping paper. Luckily you love to sleep in late and he has some time to figure it out

ends up wrapping your present in the News Coo paper out of desperation (sorry everyone who actually wanted to read it!)

when he sees you walk into the kitchen he slingshots over to you and gives you a big hug that knocks you both down

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” Screaming at the top of his lungs and showering you in kisses even if it is too early for that

gives you your present and it’s actually very thoughtful??? A really cute top (that Nami definitely helped him pick out) and a full bag of your absolute favorite - and kind of expensive - candy. “I only ate one and that was to check and make sure it was the real deal I swear!!!”

during the day he is (not so) secretly trying to get everyone to throw a party for you after dinner but Nami already has it all planned bless her

Luffy always loves being around you but today he’s extra clingy. Always holding your hand, having you go everywhere on the ship with him, forcing you to take part in his constant shenanigans

You guys watch the sunset from the captains seat together while sharing your birthday candy

at the party he pulls you aside and admits that he forgot your birthday was today and he’s sorry :( but what else do you expect from Monkey D. Luffy???

you share a long kiss under the stars. He tastes like candy and saké. “I’ll forgive you this time, Future King of the Pirates”

in reality, you’ll forgive him every time <3

Zoro

you wake up curled up against him, he’s lightly squeezing you awake

“Good morning, birthday babe” and he gives you a soft forehead kiss

Zoro loves lounging around and will lay with you and cuddle for as long as you want/need to before you fully wake up.

when you are finally ready to get up and start the day, he’ll pop upstairs really fast and grab your favorite morning snack from the kitchen and bring it back down for you to enjoy while you are getting ready.

Zoro doesn’t really hang out with you during the day. In his mind there’s people you’ll have more fun with, and your alls relationship has always been the kind where you both do your own thing and come together when either of you want company.

that being said, he does check in a few more times than usual, and you find him working out on the deck a lot more than normal today. Not that you mind. You enjoy a good show.

at the party, he brings out some of your favorite sake that he’s been saving for months to buy. He hands it to you without a word, and doesn’t allow anyone else to drink it. It’s for you and you only. Even he won’t take a drink, even though you know he loves it.

as the party is winding down, he pulls you off to the side to enjoy a quiet moment under the stars away from the others. He hands you a beautifully wrapped box (since when did Zoro have such good taste?!)

Inside is a beautifully crafted gold necklace and earrings. The earrings are a smaller, feminine mimic of his own earrings, and the necklace compliments both the earrings and your eyes so perfectly. Almost too perfectly. You start to speak, but he cuts you off.

“Robin and Nami helped me pick out the necklace, but the earrings were my idea…mostly”. He is BLUSHING HARD. He is so embarrassed to give such a thoughtful gift and it is SHOWING.

“Help me put them on?”

he’s blushing even more now “You really like it?”

you giggle at his embarrassment. “I love it. Almost as much as I love you.”

The crew doesn’t see either of you again for the rest of the night.

Sanji

you already know this man is going above and beyond for your birthday. This man is so obsessed with you and determined to make this the best day of your entire existence.

you wake up to a cold bed. Not exactly uncommon, since Luffy is usually pestering Sanji to make food at random hours of the day, but you thought it might’ve been different since it was, y’know, your birthday.

as your eyes glance to the bedside table, you see a silver bell and a note that reads “Good Morning mon amour. Please ring the bell the moment you wake up” in very elegant handwriting.

with nothing to lose, you ring the bell.

in a split second, Sanji is by your bedside with the most immaculate breakfast spread you’ve ever seen. Fruit, toast and jam, mini breakfast sandwiches, bacon, eggs, everything you can imagine is in front of you. You can’t even fathom how he managed to cook all of this food AND keep it away from Luffy.

on a separate tray there’s all kings of beverages as well. Champagne, freshly squeezed fruit juice, cucumber water.

Sanji sets all the food down effortlessly on some stands and immediately scoops you up and showers you with kisses. “Happy Birthday, mon amour. I hope you slept well. What would you like for breakfast?” You almost can’t answer him because of how much he is smothering you in love.

he sits with you while you eat breakfast in bed, tells you stories about him cooking the breakfast that sits before you (mostly how troublesome Luffy was during the whole thing).

when you’re finished with breakfast, he pops into the closet and pulls out this adorable sundress you’ve never seen before. “I saw it the other day while I was shopping and knew it was made for you. I mean, if you want to try it on!”

Sanji was right, this dress was made for you. It hugs all the right places and is now probably one of the most flattering pieces of clothing you own.

when he sees you, Sanji is ALL heart eyes. He can’t stop staring at you and fawning over you all day long

when you emerge from your room, you see the entire ship is decked out in birthday celebration decorations. Streamers, birthday hats, customized plates and cups and banners. It’s equal parts corny and equal parts endearing.

“What do you want to do today, mon amour?” The question comes as a shock to you, because you hadn’t really thought about it.

in the end, you decide to make cupcakes with him. Even though Sanji is super strict and particular in the kitchen, today he’s making an exception and lets you join. He’s surprisingly laid back and even though you make a bit of a mess that ends up with buttercream icing all over your face and in your hair, Sanji just laughs it off and kisses it off. “Hm, I think the icing needs a tad more vanilla, mon amour”

once you all have cleaned up and actually have fresh cupcakes, the whole crew comes and everyone decorates some each. Strangely enough, the three that Luffy were supposed to decorate went missing, but everyone is in such high spirits it doesn’t really matter.

Sanji prepped a dinner for everyone else, but he prepared a special candlelight dinner for the two of you with all of your absolute favorite foods and paired with his favorite wine from the East Blue.

at the end, he hands you an elegant box. Inside, there are two things. First, a little hand drawn “coupon book” of silly things you can cash in on for him to do for you. Underneath that is high quality paper, pencils, and paints. He knows how much you love to create art while sitting with him in the kitchen. You can’t help but tear up at how thoughtful this man is. He truly gets you and who you are.

“You know Sanji, I think I’m the luckiest person alive.”

“No, no, mon amour. That is *my* line, dearest”. He escorts you out to the party, arm-in-arm. And you can’t seem to bring yourself to pull away from him for the whole night.

#luffy #monkey d. luffy #zoro #roronoa zoro #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #cozage #✧˚ Luffy✧˚#✧˚Zoro✧˚#✧˚Sanji✧˚

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swtnrcmnt · 1 year

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୨୧ — jj’s confession; s.r (1)

of course the one day you decide to take a day off, your best friend confesses her love for your husband

bau!reader x husband!spencer reid

warnings: emotional cheating (kinda), fighting (kinda)

spencer didn’t tell you about what had happened that day. once he got home he wanted to forget the whole thing ever happened, so he wouldn’t have to think about choosing between waiting on jj and loving his wife.

"hey." was all he said as he walked into your shared home, hanging his satchel on the coat rack and heading straight for the bedroom, all without making any eye contact with you.

this was odd for him, as he usually greets you with a hug and kiss once he gets home and would sit with you and talk for upwards of 20 minutes before you decide to go to bed. but you just assumed it was a tough case that reminded him of you in some way, which was often the case.

it had been almost half an hour since he went into the bedroom and you were growing concerned. what could he be doing that's taking so much time. giving up on waiting, you decided to head to bed to find him already dead asleep on the bed.

the next day, he continued with the same odd behavior. all you got that morning was a "good morning" before he walked out to the kitchen as opposed to the usual forehead kiss, back hug, and cuddle.

you were about to confront him about the odd behavior when you got a call from penelope.

"hello?" penelope started frantically ranting about jj and spencer until you had to tell her to slow down. "jj said she was in love with reid. now i don't know the legitimacy of her statement because they were in a hostage situation but i talked to spencer and he was panicking saying he didn't know who to choose, i'm sorry." your heart dropped.

"um. ok, thanks for letting me know." hanging up, you paced in the bedroom for a bit thinking about what had happened.

he said he didn't love her anymore.

he said that the feelings were only temporary.

he said he loved you.

she promised she didn't like him that way.

you were too caught up in your thoughts to notice spencer walking into the room asking what was wrong. "when were you going to tell me?" you ask, assuming he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"what do you mean?" is all he says. "you know exactly what i mean spencer, jj saying she loves you? then you go to penelope saying you don't know who to choose? how about.. i don't know, your wife." he stays silent and just looks at the floor.

"say something." again, he just stares at the floor. "come on spencer don't go silent on me now. what the hell happened?"

finally, he looks into your eyes. "i'm sorry." is all he says.

"sorry doesn't do anything right now. did you mean what you said? about not knowing who to choose?" sitting down on the bed he simply looks up at you. "i don't know."

part two

#swtnrcmnt ۵ #idk how to end this #do i make a part 2 #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x bau!reader #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds angst #criminal minds blurb #jeid #criminal minds 14x15

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theemporium · 9 months

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Dear CeCe

I have a request it’s something along the lines of

"You brought me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

Where the reader (much like myself because of my adhd) forgets to eat breakfast so the driver (preferably Carlos because that man can cook and I believe it’s one of his favorite things to do when not racing) brings them breakfast so they can eat.

(Ps can it be an plus sized!reader)

Thank you ❤️💙

thank you for requesting!🫶��

When you had made the comment with the Spaniard present, you didn’t think it would amount to anything.

It had been during a rainy stint between free practice sessions. The rain was still going heavy and the track was too wet to even attempt a few laps, so most of the teams had been huddled in the garages as they waited for the weather to ease.

You had been on Carlos’ side of the garage, along with some other Ferrari workers that were on the social media team. Originally, you were planning to use the extra time to get some shots of both drivers for the Instagram page, only to find yourself seated with both drivers and some others from the engineering team as you discussed random topics of conversation.

The topic of the drivers’ insane meal and dietary requirements came up, along with superstitions and favourite meals on race day when you had made the passive comment.

“I don’t think I could be a driver. I forget to eat breakfast half the time, let alone remember which foods I can and can’t eat. It would be a mess!”

The comment had stuck with Carlos, and not in a good way. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like the idea that you were skipping out on meals. He had noticed a handful of times you’d forget to eat whilst you were at the paddock because you were too immersed in your work. But the fact it went beyond that? That you were forgetting meals outside of work?

He didn’t like it one bit.

You had been in the Ferrari motorhome the first time it happened. You had been sitting at one of the tables, your laptop sat in front of you and your eyes focused on the screen as you worked on editing some photos that were supposed to be going up that afternoon.

You didn’t even notice the Spanish driver leaving the catering kitchens, let alone making his way towards you until the chair he pulled up beside you was scraping against the floor, the screeches hard to ignore.

You smiled when you noticed him, opening your mouth to greet him, only to freeze when he placed a plate in front of you.

You blinked. “What is this?”

“Breakfast,” he said simply with a smile as he took the seat next to you, placing his own plate in front of him.

“You got me breakfast?” you questioned, unsure why the action made your stomach flutter. Maybe it was the hunger you didn’t even realise you felt, or maybe it was the handsome man beside you.

“I made you breakfast,” he corrected before pausing. “Do you not like it? I can make you something else—”

“No!” you said suddenly, flushing a little at how loud and abrupt you were before clearing your throat. “No, I…thank you, Carlos.”

“No problem, amor.”

But what you assumed was a one time thing started to happen every day you were at the paddock. On race weekends, Carlos would always have a plate ready for you when you arrived, from Thursday straight through to Sunday. And on the weeks where there was no race, you found yourself exchanging numbers with the Spanish driver, only to find yourself receiving constant reminders from the boy.

smooth operator: remember to eat something today xx

smooth operator: did you drink enough water today, amor? xx

smooth operator: remember to eat dinner before midnight please

It sent a flutter of butterflies down to your stomach every time he texted. It made your heart thrum whenever he called. And you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were falling for the Spanish driver. Despite knowing his actions were probably just a show of friendship, it didn’t change the way you felt for him.

And you were happy to keep your feelings reserved to yourself until Charles had made a comment one race weekend.

“Carlos, your girlfriend is here!” The other Ferrari driver called out through the garage in a sing-song voice.

Your cheeks flushed. “Oh no, I—we are just friends.”

Charles looked sceptical. “Friends, huh?”

You frowned a little at his tone of voice. “Yes?”

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “I knew Carlos’ whole ‘food is the way to a woman’s heart’ was a load of bullshit!”

“Ay, no it’s not!” Carlos scoffed as he made his way over, smacking his teammate on the back of his head before he turned to you, a smile on his face. “Ah, mi amor.”

“Hey,” you murmured with a shy smile before you raised the bag in your hand, the rustle catching both boys’ attention. “I, uh, thought it was time for me to repay the favour. It’s not as good as your cooking but—”

“It’s perfect,” he insisted, not even caring what was inside the bag.

“What a nice friendly gesture,” Charles piped up with a grin plastered across his face.

Your face heated up and Carlos frowned a little.

“You think we are just friends?” Carlos asked, his head turning to look at you.

You blinked. “We aren’t?”

“Is my flirting really that bad?”

Your lips parted slightly. “You were flirting?”

“Oh, this is brilliant,” Charles snorted.

“Mi amor, I don’t just make meals for any girl,” Carlos said with a sheepish expression on his face.

“Oh,” you murmured.

Carlos raised his brows. “Oh?”

“I didn’t think you felt the same about me,” you admitted with a shy smile.

“Well, you’d be wrong,” he teased, something darker and more tempting shining in his eyes. “Think I can convince you to agree to dinner then?”

“Will you be cooking for me, Mr Sainz?” you asked.

“It’s just one of many things I’ll be doing for you, amor,” Carlos said, his darkened gaze meeting yours.

“Then I’d be a fool to say no.”

“This is horrible to witness, by the way,” Charles piped up once again. “I’m glad you two admitted your feelings but really, get a room, please.”

#carlos sainz #formula one #f1 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz fic #carlos sainz one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one oneshot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

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cherry-pop-elf · 5 months

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Weasley Siblings Reacting To Your Muscle Spasms ♿️

William ‘Bill’

He can relate.

He has his own issue with them, from his attack by Greyback.

It’s more subtle, and tend to get triggered by stress, but he can be in your shoes.

They DO get worse when the full moon is closer/here. Since a curse breaker, he was able to prevent himself from being turned. But still has side effects.

He doesn’t get startled when you have a bad day, and they get triggered. Nor does it bother him when you both sleep together.

He’s someone who can get it, and often forgets you even have them. When he notices, it’s just another day. He GETS it, and you can have someone to confide in

Charlie

He has them. He has them BAD.

Given he works with dragon’s, and all the time, he has suffered some nerve damage. Amongst just a million other health issues.

He’s turned it into a straight up game on who twitches the most sometimes. Weasleys. You knew what you were signing up for

Since he has his owns, you have a taste of your own medicine of what it’s like to fall asleep with someone who has them.

He genuinely knows what it’s like, and it’s nice to be with someone who gets it. Doesn’t freak out every single time it happens. It’s healing. You two are buddies in this world of muscle tension

Percy

He’s…..anxious. To put it lightly. He’s always been a man that startles easy, which the twins took advantage of, so it’s a lot to get used to.

But, since his older siblings have similar issues, he isn’t going in blind either. He’s the type to be quick to try and learn whatever his partner enjoys/suffers with.

He does get very frustrated, at the start, such as when you have an incident when your knee bumped against the table while he was working. Spilling ink everywhere. He was about to yell, but he recalled a time when Charlie did the same thing. How guilty he felt, and self conscious he was. So, he forced himself to breath, and cleaned up

It’s stressful, but he’s wanting to learn and help any way he can. He finds something like that not a deal breaker. You can’t help it, and neither can his brothers

Sleeping with him is a struggle, and doesn’t happen for a while. Not until you are both deeper in the relationship

Over all, it’s a struggle. He’s an able bodied man dating a disabled partner. But, he grew up with siblings having those similar issues. So, in a morbid sense, seeing and feeling them reminds him of home

Fred

As stated, he has siblings who have similar issues. So he isn’t phased by it nearly. Not to mention he’s most certainly developed some of his own, with being a man that has tested so many wild things on himself for the sake of WWW. Also, ya know, Fireworksexual

He’s the type that teases and would often call you “Jitterbug” or stuff like that. If you weren’t into that, he would be quick to correct himself. Jokes are to make people laugh after all, and tease those that had it coming. You were born/in an incident. Never had it coming

Given his whole aesthetic being a man of chaos, he doesn’t get bothered by you having flare ups at all. Just another day. But he would be always concerned when you have a bad day. Seeing how intense they can get. Even secretly trying to invent something to help

Given how close him and George are, they would often sneak into bed with each other when having nightmares. So having someone who’s spacing in their sleep doesn’t bother him a lick. But he will have his worries

It’s just part of who you are. And it’s part of who he is. Just one of the flaws that make you so beautiful to him

George

Rather similar to Fred, to many degrees, but he is still an independent person. And is a bit more sensitive to it all

He worries about you a bit more, and can’t help but wonder if they ever hurt. Charlie and Bill say they don’t. Unless they hit something, but still. He’s gonna worry about you when he sees the flares

When he loses his ear, after the war, he developed his own spasms from the trauma it did to his muscles and blood vessels. So he has some, and jokes that you two are twinning now. He immediately cried after saying that

Whenever you have a bad flare up in your sleep, expect to have him hold you closer. Kissing your head, in the hopes it some how. It doesn’t work like that, but he’s a wizard. Maybe it does

He’s going to worry, a lot. But it’s all in good faith, and because he cares. He’s going to try and help somehow whenever he can. And you can’t stop him

Ron

Expect to hear good ole “Bloody Hell-“ Whenever you have a bad one. He gets startled easy, like Percy, but is more audible about it. Over the years he gets better, but expect a lot of it

Growing up with siblings have similar, he doesn’t really get bothered. Just startled. Especially since he hasn’t been around his siblings along growing up, due to the age gap.

He secretly has a talent of reading spasm writing though. Since Bill and Charlie write to the family often. And since it’s ink, you can’t really fix it. So you never have to feel self conscious about your flare ups when writing

He will get startled awake, now and again, when you start sharing a bed. But he refuses to ever tell you that. Knowing how brave you are to attempt it. It’s the least he can do to try and make it work in return

When more of his siblings develop spasm, he feels a weird relief. Like if he never dated you, he couldn’t help them like he could with you

It’s new, but he’s a Weasley. Chaos is in their DNA. It’s just something you can’t control, like he can’t control his nervous ticks. It takes a while to adjust, but that’s kinda basic human nature. To adjust to new things. And you are a new thing here wants to keep

Ginny

Given her Qudditch career and lifestyle, she gets muscle fatigue often. So she can relate to having twitches. Course, having them twenty four seven is a whole other ball game for her

Given her experience, she is happy to help massage your joints and muscles. Using every trick in the book to see if they can help you in any way at all

Given she’s the baby, she didn’t really grow up around her eldest brothers, so she isn’t quite used to the concept of another person having them. Even with her team mates, they are far more subtle and they don’t exactly spend twenty four seven together

She sleeps like a damn brick. So you never have to worry about waking her up. But expect her own leg kicks when it’s been a long day on the field

She’s going to care for you deeply, and use all her special tricks to help you. Even though it doesn’t really work like that, the mental health boost it gives you still does numbers. She is trying because she CAN and WANTS to, and that’s all that matters

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heavenlyhischier · 9 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

word count: 2.2k

summary: for you, love was a lot like strawberry wine. intense and bittersweet.

warnings: heavily unedited, some mild angst, jacks kind of depicted as an a-hole in this part, idk i think that it

note: this is very loosely inspired by the song strawberry wine by deana carter. like very loosely. please let me know what you think

For as long as you could remember, Ellen Hughes was there for your mom. She was there when your dad passed away and your mom felt like she was lost with nowhere to go now that her soulmate was gone. She helped guide her through the darkest of times, and she was there for you too. You spent many nights at her house when your mom needed a moment to herself, and, in turn, you got to meet some of the best friends you would ever have.

Quinn, Jack, and Luke became constants in your life the second you met them. You grew with them, laughed with them, cried with them, and learned with them. They treated you like you were a part of their family, and it was a relationship you would cherish until the day you were six feet under. Despite growing up with all of them, you grew closest with Jack and can confidently say that he was your best friend. Or at least, you could have three weeks ago.

Jack moving to New Jersey changed only one thing in your friendship, and that was how often you physically saw him. You talked to him just as often as you did before he left, only now it over facetime or phone calls. You were the first person he called when he won a game and wanted to boast about it, or when he lost a game and he needed someone to talk to. He called you when he needed a reminder that he was just a kid and the entire fate of his team did not fall on his shoulders.

You tried to not call him as often because you wanted him to go out and live his life in Jersey, but there some days where you needed him and only him. The night you caught your first boyfriend cheating on you with your college roommate was a big one, and you ended up having to talk him down from flying back to Michigan to handle it on his own. Luke had shown up at your dorm the next day, ready to commit literal murder because Jack had told him what happened, but you used that opportunity to move your things out of the dorm.

Now, you hadn’t talked to Jack in nearly three weeks and you couldn’t figure out what you had done. After a week of your messages going unread and calls not being answered, you stopped reaching out, but you were still hurt. Your friends were starting to notice that something was off with you, but you never gave them a straight answer. Instead, choosing to change the subject and hope they would forget about it.

You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, but your hands were full of groceries and you were still on the elevator. A part of you wished it was the one person you wanted to talk to, but you knew better than to let yourself have that much hope. Whoever it was was going to have to wait. The buzzing stopped as you were exiting the elevator, but started right back up again once you neared your apartment door. Placing a few bags on the ground so you could grab your keys, you pulled your phone out first to see Luke’s name on the screen.

“Why hello, Lukey,” You greeted, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder. Despite having radio silence with Jack, you maintained your friendship with his brother’s just fine.

He animatedly said your name into the receiver, eliciting a genuine smile from you as you pushed your door open. “So, when are you coming to the lake house? We’re all going to get there not tomorrow but the next day, and I wasn’t sure if you were going to come later or what.”

The smile fell from your lips, and you faltered in your steps as you placed the groceries on your counter. You had gone with the Hughes’ to their lake house more times than you hadn’t, but your presence was always requested by Jack. Despite seeing them as your second family, and them insisting you were a part of theirs, you never showed up at any of their functions without being prompted to.

“Jack didn’t invite me, bub. I’m staying here,” You meekly admitted, leaning against the counter as you let out a puff of air. Your groceries now at the back of your mind.

“What,” Quinn and Luke’s voices mixed together.

You cringed once you realized that Quinn was there, knowing he’d be able to pick up on the hints that Luke wouldn’t. “Jack hasn’t really talked to me in a while, let alone ask me to the lake house. Which is okay! He doesn’t have to,” Your voice wavering as you mentioned their brother.

“That’s ridiculous. You don’t need a formal invitation, you’re family,” Quinn explained, an understanding tone to his words. Luke was quick to chime in with his agreement.

“That isn’t quite how it works for me,” You sighed, running a nervous hand through your hair, “If I’m not explicitly invited somewhere or told anything, I’m not going.”

“Fine. Y/N you are coming to the lake house and I will be by tomorrow at noon to pick you up!”

After a brief argument with the brothers, you relented and told them they were lucky you don’t start your new teaching job for another few weeks. Putting up your groceries temporarily distracted you from the dull ache in your chest due to not having talked to Jack. However, your apartment was littered with pictures that had him in them, and that feeling was back like it had never left. You hoped that seeing him again would make things right.

Luke was knocking on your door at twelve p.m. sharp, and you let him in with the promise that you would be ready to go in ten minutes. You asked him about how his time with the Devil’s was going in order to distract you from the nerves in your body. He happily went on about how he was loving it, and he was excited to be able to play against some of the best hockey players ever.

Once he felt like he had adequately updated you on his life, he asked about yours as he took your bags and left your apartment. You were honest and told him that not much has happened. You graduated school a year early and got your first teaching job at a high school, you’d been on a few unsuccessful dates, and you had thought about getting a cat. You deliberately avoided the conversation about Jack not speaking to you, knowing he would probably bring it up in the car.

“So,” Luke hesitantly started, “Wanna talk about it?”

You were wrong. He didn’t even wait until you were in the car. You had barely made it out of the elevator.

“There’s not much to say,” You shrugged, ignoring the nagging ache in your chest, “I tried reaching out to him to make sure everything was okay, but he hasn’t said anything back.”

“Well, he said he had to go do something before he went to the lake house, so we can figure it out then. Quinn will be there soon and we better get there before everyone else so we can get the good rooms.”

Your apartment was a couple of hours away from the lake house, and the ride there was filled with any conversation other than his brother. Your nerves were bubbling to the surface the closer you got, but you tried to busy yourself with listening to Luke talk. He had such an infectious, happy attitude that you couldn’t help but smile as you spent time with him.

Luke pulls into the driveway and is getting your bags out of the car when another car pulls up. Your heart momentarily stops, thinking that it might be Jack, but Trevor, Alex, and Cole are the only people who barrel out of the Bronco. Knowing what was about to happen, you take your bag from Luke as the four of them race inside to claim the last available single room. You shake your head as you walk inside, not sure why they even bother since everyone ends up in the same spot anyways.

You could hear them fighting over the rooms as you ascended the stairs, taking claim on the room you’ve always slept in. You placed your bag on the bed, and suddenly a wave of emotions rushed over you. The hurt from Jack not talking to you combined with the heart shattering anxiety of seeing him made your eyes water. Though, the fact that any one of the boys could walk in at any moment was enough to stop yourself from actually crying, but it was still beginning to be too much. You were bound to break soon.

“Luke, you’re such a jackass,” Trevor playfully yelled as he walked out of the room directly across from your own, “You should have to room with your brother! I do it every time.”

“I live with him. I don’t want to share a room with him,” He defended.

Wiping at your eyes, you joined the boys as they walked back down to the living room. They all took turns wrapping you up in a hug, but they were suspiciously quiet about asking about Jack. Typically, they were all over teasing you about him, but all it took was one look from Quinn to know he warned them to steer clear of the topic.

Luke had gone outside to get something from his car, leaving you inside to listen to the boys argue about their respective hockey teams. You nervously picked at your nails as Trevor kept trying to drag you in and ask you whose team you think is better. You told him that you were Switzerland, pleading the fifth, or any other variation you could think of in order to stay neutral on the matter. It wasn’t long until Luke came running back inside, slight panic on his face.

He whispered something to Quinn before turning to you, “Hey, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

He didn’t give you much time to respond before he was dragging you in there by your hand. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, taking note of the way Luke had placed you in the one spot where you couldn’t see the living room. His eyes kept darting behind him, breathing slightly shaky from whatever it was he was trying to pull you away from.

“What’s going on,” You ask, folding your arms across your chest and meeting his alarmed gaze.

“Nothing,” He squeaked, literally squeaked, “I just wanted your opinion on food options. Like what do you think we should get? Do you think we need t-”

Suddenly, Jack’s voice covered Luke’s, and your eyes bolted towards the door, arms falling limply to your sides. Your jaw slightly dropped, the ghosts of words that you couldn’t get out disappearing into the air. You looked back at Luke with a mix of trepidation and confusion. It wasn’t until you heard him introduce his guest, that you understood why Luke had dragged you into the kitchen.

“Guys, this is Natalie,” You heard him announce before he went around the room to introduce his friends, “C’mon, you can take the room across from me and Trevor.”

This time, you met Luke’s panicked look with one of your own. The two of you silently communicated with each other before he was running out of the kitchen. You heard him pull Natalie and Jack’s attention to him, and you could see Alex gesturing for you to hurry upstairs. You rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing his hand as you quickly climbed the stairs.

“Dude, what is going on,” Alex asked after you had thrown your stuff, and yourself, into Luke’s room, “Quinn told us to not tell Jack you were here. You two are best friends. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” You blinked back yet another surge of tears, “It’s nothing. You can go back downstairs, though. I just needed it to seem like one of you came up here for something because the stairs are creaky and loud and I didn’t want him to ask any questions if he saw everyone still down there.”

“Hey,” He reached out and gently tugged on your arm, “I know we’re not super close or anything, but I’m here for you, too.”

You gave him a weak smile in acknowledgement, waiting for him to leave before you fell back onto the bed and let your emotions take over. His disappearance was suddenly making a lot more sense the longer you thought about it. Before he stopped talking to you, he had mentioned having gone on a few dates with some girl, and they must have gotten serious for him to bring her here. Him not inviting you made a ton of sense, too.

Luke might have invited you, but you still felt like you were intruding knowing that Jack didn’t want you there. You buried your face in the pillows, tears rapidly falling down your cheeks as you let the silent sobs rack through your body. Another girl taking the room that had been unofficially, yet officially, yours hurt for more reasons than you were comfortable with admitting out loud.

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06 - Embrace

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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The snow fell slowly, painting the streets of Fontaine white. Wriothesley's black jacket a stark contrast that stuck out against the white landscape as he briskly walked towards the hospital.

(y/n)...

The anger had slowly subsided, taking its place was a mix of guilt, worry, and something else he couldn't put a finger on. All he wanted that moment was just to hold her in his arms again, and let her feel safe.

Like muscle memory, he walked straight towards her room, but was stopped by a nurse.

“Your Grace, (y/n)’s room has been moved to a different one, a fire seemed to have started there but we managed to catch it before it caused too much damage.”

He cussed under his breath, “where’s (y/n)? Is she okay?”

The nurse nodded, “she’s alright, just a bit shaken. She told us fire suddenly burst out of the book by her nightstand just as she was reaching for it.”

And we’ve only got the information on vision injections today, what’s with this timing.

“Take me to her room.”

“Certainly, right this way, your Grace.”

The nurse, while explaining to him everything that happened, led him to a different floor from (y/n)’s previous room. He immediately knew which room (y/n) would be in once he spotted Navia’s 2 men in front of the door, who promptly stood up and gave him a salute, to which he nodded politely.

“Oh right,” Wriothesley turned to the nurse just as he was entering the room, “there are some new updates for everyone we rescued from that facility, one of Spina di Rosula’s men will be here soon with a copy of the files. Guys might need them for medical purposes.”

When he entered the room, his eyes immediately landed on (y/n), who he initially thought was asleep, until she opened her eyes. She must have noticed his grim expression, because she immediately sat up.

“Wriothesley? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, taking a seat next to her. He wanted to spill everything and tell her that he knew everything. The things they did in the facility, the experiments, her… assault. But will it cause her to have another panic attack? Does she even want to know, or does she want to just forget? Does she have any idea what happened and how she could set fire to her book? Does she know her vision is still with her even now?

He blinked back his tears, refusing to meet her eyes, but (y/n) could tell from the way he gripped her hand, it was something serious.

“Wriothesley, love, you can tell me,” (y/n) placed a hand on his cheek, to which he automatically leaned into. “I can tell you’re probably worried about my mental state, but hey my therapist told me I’m doing well!”

He recalled, clear as day, the number of times he had tried to bring up questions about what happened at the facility. (y/n) had only managed to explain bits and pieces of information, but had been only the things she knew, she did mention painful injections but didn’t know that it was her own vision that was injected into her. Those sessions had always ended with her crying and panicking. He didn’t want to put her through that.

He smiled bitterly, “I know you are… I just don’t think you’re ready for this.”

(y/n) swallowed, “is it… is it about me?”

Wriothesley nodded, eyes still averted.

(y/n) squeezed the hand that held hers, “I… I think I’m ready to know more.”

Wriothesley looked up, now his steely blue gaze met with her concerned yet nervous ones.

“Are you sure?” his thumb rubbed circles into the back of her hand.

(y/n) took a deep breath, “yeah, I’ll tell you if it gets too much.”

Wriothesley nodded, and told (y/n) everything he learned. The experiments, the vision injections- (y/n) was really shocked at this, although she had a suspicion about it when she saw her book catch fire so suddenly. As he spoke, Wriothesley kept a close eye on her expression and gestures. He’s been with her long enough to know if she’s uncomfortable, or if it gets too much for her. Whenever her breathing hitched, he would stop for a bit and rub her back until she gestured for him to continue.

“That was all we got from the notes left behind at their base,” Wriothesley eyed (y/n) carefully. She was playing with a loose thread poking off the end of her blanket, eyes distant and looking as if she’s processing all the information.

Wriothesley knew he had to keep going. “and now we have Dougier under our custody.”

At the mention of his name, (y/n) visibly tensed up, “oh…”

“I heard he assisted in some of the experi- procedures.”

(y/n) hesitated, “did you manage to get more information out of him? Like how do we reverse the vision injections? How do I control it?”

“Apparently only Arderne knows that bit of information,” Wriothesley sighed, shifting nervously, “and right now he’s still at large. I assure you we’ll get him, and that you’re safe here, okay?”

(y/n) nodded.

The room fell silent for a few tense moments. (y/n) picked up her blubberbeast plushie and held it to her face. It smells like Wriothesley, as he had sprayed his cologne on it. It brings a feeling of comfort to her, as if a reminder that she is never alone and that he’s with her and keeping her safe even when he’s not by her side.

Watching her, Wriothesley hesitated, but he had to- need to ask her.

“(y/n).”

Sensing his change of tone, (y/n) tensed, her hand stopping mid stroke down her plushie’s back. She turned to him.

He seemed to hesitate, looking down at her blanket instead of her face. The silent stretched for what felt like hours before he finally raised his gaze to meet her eyes.

“At the facility- no. uhh… How do I say this.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “How… How often do you throw up?”

(y/n) blinked, confused. “what?”

“Every morning these last few days, you wake up and rush straight to the bathroom. We did think it was a stomach bug, but when I asked the nurses for the diagnosis, it was as if they're hiding the information from me.”

She couldn’t breathe. It felt as if her blood was frozen but it burned at the same time. Fuck he knew. Wriothesley knew. He’s always been so observant how did she think she can even hide this from him?

“(y/n)... Are you hiding- uhh… Are-Are you pregnant?”

It was like a dam that burst. A sob escaped (y/n)’s lips, one that she tried to hold back but failed. That was confirmation enough for Wriothesley, who felt his own tears prickling behind his eyes. A split second later, (y/n) shot out of her bed, and with wobbly steps using her crutch, went straight to the bathroom. Wriothesley had gotten up to help, but was pushed away feebly. Quickly, she threw open the lid of the toilet and expelled the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

“(y/n)-”

“Don’t-” (y/n) sobbed, flushing the toilet and sinking down even lower onto the bathroom floor, “I don’t want you to see me like this. You shouldn’t have known about this.”

Wriothesley paused, then slowly took another step towards her, hands open as if trying to calm a scared animal. Before he had a chance to speak, (y/n) continued.

“I feel so dirty and gross. No matter how many times I showered and scrubbed myself I can still feel his hands.”

He took a step. “(y/n)...”

“I was going to take care of the abortion process myself, and just forget everything that happened. I didn’t want to tell you. I’m so sorry I couldn't tell you. I just feel so disgusting.”

Another step. “Darling please-”

“I don’t want you to look at me or think of me differently, I just want to put everything behind me, pretend none of that ever happened and just go back to how everything was.”

Wriothesley slowly sank to his knees beside (y/n), who scooted away from him, as if by reflex.

“Don’t touch me. I-I can’t… I know you’ll probably feel disgusted and hate me for it, for hiding it from you, for everything-”

On the contrary, seeing (y/n) like this only served as the final trigger that released his tears, which finally flowed freely down his cheeks. All he wanted to do was hold her and keep her safe, tell her he loves her and… She looked so broken he just wanted to hold her. Archons, please let me hold her.

“I’ll disappear from here if that’s what is best. Just say it. You don’t want me anymore-”

”(y/n),” his voice shook, “I’m so sorry that happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to get you sooner. No one deserved to go through what you did. Everyday I hated myself for it, I kept thinking I should have done this, or that. I should have gotten you sooner.”

(y/n) wiped her tears, only for it to be replaced by more. Her vision was blurry as she tried to look at him. Part of her was glad about it, as it probably hid the disgust in his eyes.

“I’m not disgusted by you, no, that was the furthest thing from my mind. (y/n) may I hold you? Please?”

(y/n) just kept sniffling and wiping her tears which seemed to flow endlessly, but made no move to scoot further away, so Wriothesley slowly approached her and took her hand in his. He placed a gentle kiss on it, which only made her cry even more.

“I’m sorry darling, I’m so, so sorry.”

He gathered her in his arms and held her tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear as soon as he let go.

(y/n)’s voice quivered as she asked “y-you don’t hate-”

“Sshhh…” Wriothesley placed a kiss on her forehead, his own tears fell off his cheeks and onto hers. “Something like this can never make me hate you, I promise. I understand why you wanted to hide it, but please know that you don’t have to. We’ll figure out our next step together okay?”

He didn’t know how long they both sat there on the bathroom floor, crying in each other’s embrace. It took a long while for (y/n)’s sobs and sniffles to die down. He kept one hand on her back, and the other stroke her hair, hoping to provide as much comfort as possible.

I love her.

“I wish you can see yourself through my eyes,” Wriothesley whispered in her ea, “it’s gonna be okay. I promise you, (y/n).”

His words were met with silence, as it has been the past few minutes.

“If nothing else I say sticks, at least please let this be the one thing you remember. It’s not your fault. I love you (y/n), you’re still the same old (y/n) I know and love, and Archons, no matter what happens I can’t imagine a life without you. I love you so much (y/n), none of this is your fault.”

He decided to wait a little longer before he noticed that her breathing was slower. Wriothesley peered at her face and saw that her eyes were closed.Tear tracks were still present on her cheeks, which he wiped away with his thumbs, before placing a gentle kiss on top of her head.

Slowly he shifted his position so that he was carrying her in a princess carry, with her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He walked over to her bed and gently laid her down, tucking her in under the blanket, and placing her plushie right beside her.

For some time, he sat beside her, just admiring her features and tracing her cheeks all the way to her jaw with the back of his hand, light as a feather.

“We’ll get through this together, you and me. I promise you.”

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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)

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Chapter 8 (word count: 17.3k)

Harry had a way of surprising Y/N and this was definitely one of those occasions. Not only was he home, but here he was, dragging her into the bedroom, and she let him. All in the span of mere minutes, she’d gone from frantically worried, hoping to get a hold of him, to him all over herself, determined to have her stick to her promise.

Y/N had expected that Harry would want to eat her out with how much he’d been harping on it. But when she arrived at his apartment, not even expecting him to be there, and he was basically dragging her to his bedroom and begging her, she was not prepared for it. Not at all.

And Harry tried reigning it in, he really did, but the moment she near-whispered her “okay”, giving him the green light to finally have his taste of her, he couldn’t get her to the bedroom fast enough. He kept repeating in his mind go slow, hold back, under any circumstances- don’t let her touch you, because, realistically speaking- this was probably the last day of his rut, but still, he was not quite himself, making it especially hard not to give in to his baser needs and essentially forget she’s a human who wouldn’t be able to handle him full force.

At least not at first.

He didn’t want to scare her off. Didn’t want her thinking he was some sort of a sex freak, because, while he was in his rut, his beast was at the helm- all he cared about was to indulge, no holding back. And as much as he craved Y/N, he knew that if he wanted her to stick around, he couldn’t let her see him go wild like that.

Part of him wondered how he was going to manage his ruts going forward with her. Surely he couldn’t hide away every other 4 months or so. He would have to figure out a way to have her at his beck and call, make her submit to his desires the way he needed a mate to, the way he needed her to. But how would he do that without giving away his secret?

The moment he closed the bedroom door behind them, though, his mind went blank. All the blood in his body went straight to his cock seeing her in the semi-darkness, with the way he’d set up his den in the background.

Y/N giggled at him closing the door behind them- why would he need to do that? It was just them- Eddie wasn’t even around. Which reminded her. “Oh, God... Wait! Harry, the pup–”

Harry grunted, “We’ll go get him after. He’s gonna be fine. You’re not backing off now, are you kitten?”

He resumed walking her further into the room until the back of her legs met the edge of the bed, “I’m not, I just… why’s it so dark in here?”

“Had to sleep a lot to recover. I was dehydrated and the sunlight was giving me migraines. Now, if you’re quite finished interrupting me.” And with that, he pushed her onto the mattress, between all the pillows and blankets he’d stacked on there. He was glad to have changed the sheets that morning. She didn’t need to see the mess he’d made during the night.

Harry flicked her shoes off, tossing them behind him, then lowered his body over hers, shuddering at the feel. He had her right where he’d wanted her all those days. He was sweating trying to refrain himself from shredding her clothes apart with the claws he could allow himself to grow out at his will. Or with the fangs he could unsheathe from his gums. But he had to keep his wolf in check. It might be the hardest thing he ever had to do, denying his beast while in rut, but he would try because the alternative was unthinkable at this point.

Y/N was taken aback by his frenzied passion. She wasn’t all that convinced he wasn’t high on something and just didn’t want to admit it to her, because all the signs were there. But she couldn’t take a moment to properly think it over- his presence was all-consuming. She’d missed him. And now that he was hovering over her and she could feel his body heat and look into his intense eyes and smell him– she didn’t know what it was about him, she was fairly positive her body was responding to his natural pheromones because she’d never been this close to a sweaty man and enjoyed it before. No, she loved the way he smelled, better than any cologne he’d worn around her, his natural scent was driving her wild. It was just so manly she felt herself gush just from that.

Harry smelled her arousal and moaned at the knowledge that she was getting so worked up without him even touching her yet. How was it possible? She was so perfect for him, despite her human condition. He kissed her, roaming his hands all over her body, caressing and squeezing to his heart’s delight. God, it felt so good to have her in his arms at last after fantasizing about it for days on end. He hummed when she opened up more for him and licked into her mouth “Love this sweet mouth of yours, Y/N. But I’m craving something else. You’ll let me, right, darling? Let me lick at your little pussy?”

Y/N gasped and nodded at the lewd things he was murmuring in between kisses against her lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait a minute longer,” he spoke as he practically ripped her sweater off, causing her torso and arms to be yanked upward with his swift movement as it was pulled over her head.

She hadn’t expected him to latch onto her bra-covered tits and push his fingers into the waist of her pants and tug them down quickly. He sat back, ripping her pants down her thighs and off her legs, leaving her in just her panties, and immediately lowered his face to her crotch, burying his nose against the fabric. He couldn’t hold back a whimper, all the panties he’d confiscated from her couldn’t compare to the feel and smell of them right against what he craved most in the world.

“You’re so wet, Y/N, you made a mess out of this flimsy thing… Barely covers anything, you dirty girl. Look at it, all stuck to you,” he spoke lowly as he sat back to inspect.

She watched in shock as he assessed her body like it was a meal and he was deciding on which part to dive into first. Moving to her breasts with a bit of a rough squeeze as he licked his lips and pulled at the fabric, he lifted her back from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, snapping the back of her bra apart, which she was sure broke the clasps. She sucked in a sharp breath as her back hit the comforter under her when he let go but then he looked at her and grinned as he traced the necklace chain down to the rings that were lying just over her clavicle, “Just relax. I’m gonna take very good care of you, kitten.”

He was very careful not to let himself go completely. He was on the edge that separated the duality of what was his wolf and human side, trying to keep himself focused on the task. If he allowed his mind to wander like he wanted he didn’t know where his thoughts would have led him, what he would have done. It helped that he was desperate to get his mouth on her cunt, to feed from her directly.

Her body was almost trembling before he’d even really gotten started. Which is exactly the kind of response he wanted from her. He knelt over her and licked his tongue up from her belly button to her breasts and repeated the action over and over again until there was a wet path from her hips to the tops of her nipples. She felt a pinch suddenly under one of her breasts and only saw the top of his head, dark curls as he nibbled her breast surely intending on leaving a bruise to match the other side.

“Harry!” She breathed out feeling herself spin out of control.

His gaze landed on hers before he slowly made his way down her body again, his crystal green eyes piercing into hers. When he’d gotten to just above her hips she watched as he angled his face downward and she heard him inhale deeply. He brought his nose down to her hip and swiped it inward, along the seam of the top of her panties to the other side before sticking his long fingers into the band as he lowered his nose, dragging it over the wet fabric.

Y/N was losing her mind. This man wasn’t kidding when he kept telling her he wanted to go down on her, did he? The way he was nosing at her through her underwear had her squirming in expectation. She just knew he would be great at this. If he proved to be just as clueless as all the other guys that have tried going down on her, she’d just throw in the towel and become a nun at that point. There was just no way–

“Ah!” She moaned at the feel of him sucking her clit through her panties. How the fuck did he–

Harry was done teasing, both her and himself at this point. He needed her bare against his face. He pulled back and peeled the offending fabric off her, slingshotting it somewhere for later use. For now, he had the real deal right in front of him. Zeroing in on the very object of his desire, Harry’s brows furrowed.

He looked from her eyes to her pussy and then back again, pausing his movements after the fabric had been tossed to the floor.

Y/N took note of his confused expression and sat up on her elbows, panicking. Was it her discharge? “What’s wr–”

“Where’s your hair? Does it come like this?” Harry looked down at her again and she felt him drag his finger through her wet crease and then over both her labia and whined, biting her lower lip at the feel.

Y/N looked down at herself and then blinked her eyes. What was he talking about? “You mean- wait… the hair down here? My pubic hair?”

Harry's brows were scrunched and she’d never seen him look so bewildered, “Well, yeah. Your hair… it’s not here? You don’t have any?”

He was utterly confused. He was expecting to see a pretty and fragrant bush to stick his nose into. He’d never seen one bare and hairless before.

“Well…” she laughed, now feeling confused herself. “I wax. That’s just the way I prefer it. I always keep it smooth like this.” He was acting as if he’d never seen her naked before. “Don’t you remember from back at the lake that first time?” she teased.

“Well, the truth is I didn’t actually see anything. I was just teasing you. I wouldn’t have looked, not like that without your knowledge.”

She closed her mouth and let his words sink in for a moment. So he hadn’t actually seen her. And all this time she thought he’d looked, that he’d seen her fully naked already. Harry was surely not anything like she’d expected him to be when she first met him that night in the woods.

Harry was still confused. Wax? He made a mental note to Google all this later on.

“Smooth…” he spoke quietly to himself as he licked his lips and kept his eyes on her pussy, his thumb slowly dragging through her folds. She was feeling quite vulnerable under his scrutiny.

Harry wasn’t deterred, he was just caught off guard by her lack of hair. But not only could he smell her potent arousal dripping from her glands, but without the hair he could also see it peeking out from her soft crease as well as see her folds just below. It was pretty, he couldn’t argue that. He liked being able to see her and all her parts. But his preference was to be able to smell her deeply and her pubic hair would have enhanced his olfactory experience.

It was a tricky one, he couldn’t make up his mind as to what he preferred more, but that wasn’t really his choice to make- if she preferred it this way then so be it- so he snapped out of it and focused on the novel feeling.

He’d touched her before, sure, but without being able to see what he was doing he hadn’t realized something was missing. And now, seeing how pink and swollen she looked, and how she glistened waiting for him to dive in, he felt his mouth watering in anticipation.

“I’m losing my mind,” he muttered under his breath as he settled between her legs, “Look at you, so fucking perfect. Never seen a prettier pussy in all my life.”

It was true. And not because he could see all of her. She really was perfect to him.

He lowered his face just a breath away from her and she bit her lip in anticipation.

Harry looked at her, chancing it since they were in semi-darkness and he hoped she couldn’t make out the color of his irises should they turn bright. He needed to see her pretty face when he had his first proper taste of her. Never removing his eyes from her he stuck his tongue out and swiped it flat through her crease, from her opening to her clit and she keened at the feel and sight of it.

And there was nothing polite about how he shoved his mouth and nose right in. He pushed her thighs apart and groaned deeply as his tongue poked into her creases and licked up every little bit of her arousal and cream. She sort of wished she’d showered before arriving at Harry’s but this was unexpected. The way Harry was consuming her was unexpected.

Harry closed his eyes, wrapping his lips against her clit and sucking at it properly, without the fabric in his way, savoring the feel of her against his taste buds. He was hooked. Nothing came close to this. He felt himself tremble against her, his nose buried against her pubic bone.

The feel of it made Y/N’s toes curl. She felt him mouth at her, grabbing her thighs and pushing her against his face, burying himself as far as he could go against her.

Harry grabbed her hands, never letting up his ministrations over her cunt, and brought them to his hair. He wanted her hands in his hair, pulling and pushing and guiding him. Not that he needed guidance.

Finally being able to taste her arousal direct from the source had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It was luxurious. Decadent. Her pussy was a delicacy. Harry drooled over her clit and pressed his tongue over the hood and then flicked quickly as she gasped. He was listening for her cues as he couldn’t open his eyes to look at her. He wanted to keep watching her face but he was already losing himself. He could feel his animal nature take over and his eyes were surely golden.

He loved how her tiny hole seemed to suck his tongue in, loved feeling all the slippery ridges on its way in and out of her, and he could only imagine how that would feel around his cock when he finally sunk himself inside of her. If he could even get its head to fit inside.

The very same head that was peeking from underneath the waistband of his pants. He knew better than to do this, but he felt like circulation was threatening to break, so he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly for some much-needed relief, but he didn’t touch himself. He knew that going down that road would be dangerous. He needed to keep himself in check.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need this every day,” his tongue swiped up and down in a messy path. His voice came out in a deep growl and Y/N felt as if her limbs would melt from the vibration of his baritone over her cunt like that.

Harry felt like he could go on licking at her sweet cunt forever. Just rest his head against her thigh and lap at it all day long. The feeling was so novel, she was so slippery and puffy, so swollen and pink and she kept on oozing the sweetest nectar for him. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of it, wanted to drag it out for as long as he could. But he knew better than to tease his little human when he felt her begin to pull at the roots, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it, Y/N. ‘Cause right now I’m doing what feels good for me,” he rutted against the mattress. It was true, he wasn’t even trying to get her off at this point. “Love eating this pretty pussy. If you let me have my way I’ll just edge you all day and never let you finish just so that I can keep my mouth on you for as long as possible.”

Y/N was losing her mind. How was this man real? She’d never experienced anything even remotely similar to this. She’d never heard herself moan and whine so loud and so much for any man, ever. The way he lapped at her felt like he was kissing her, lazy and sloppy and drawn out, with just the right amount of pressure to keep her tethering on the edge of ecstasy. So when he encouraged her to show him what she liked, she took it literally. She was so far gone, she didn’t even care at this point. She grabbed hold of his head by the roots of his hair and pressed herself harder against his mouth, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. Harry’s tongue dragging over her clit and slurping it in took her breath away. She had never had a man go in like he was.

Harry moaned at her boldness and his heart swelled at how well she was listening to what he wanted from her. He took note of how she urged his mouth further over her clit and applied more pressure a bit over to her pubic bone. He didn't need any further directives and replicated her movements exactly, noticing her whole body tightening at her impending release.

“Fuck, Harry. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he reveled at the way she closed her thighs around his head and pushed him flush against her as she came, making sure he wouldn’t pull away until he milked every little aftershock out of her.

Her release on his tongue had him moaning and whimpering in slight pain, as he had to stop himself from purring. It physically ached to have to keep himself in check like this, but the way he kept rutting against the bedsheets was soothing him somewhat.

When he felt her go lax in his hold he swiped his middle and forefingers through her sticky folds and promptly sunk them into her without preamble. He didn’t bother taking off his rings this time around, wanting them coated in her sweet release as well.

Y/N’s back arched and she let out a yelp at the surprised intrusion. She was overstimulated and squirmed away from him, but Harry placed his other large palm over her abdomen, pressing her down into the bed, taking note to keep his thumb over her pubic bone as he did so, “You showed me what you liked, now be a good girl and let me show you what I like,” he stared her down with a smirk, his face glistening in her arousal.

Y/N was panting heavily, still not having come down from her high, and couldn’t find her words to try and stop him. The first two pumps of his fingers felt almost painful, but when he curled them just right against her front wall she groaned loudly, letting her head slump back into the pillow, and cried out in pleasure, “Oh, fuck, Harry! Yes!”

She dropped her mouth open and whined at the delicious feel of his fingers inside of her and his tongue on her. The sounds coming from her pussy were sticky and wet. Everything was so slippery between her legs and Harry was doing his best to lick it all up but she only produced more.

Moving his big hand from her abdomen he took both legs, pushing her knees nearly to her shoulders as he kept his other hand occupied in her cunt.

It felt like she was being manhandled with the way he was contorting her body for his access. He growled as he lapped her up and then shook his head side to side, his lips and tongue slipping over her softness quickly.

Harry inched back to take another look. It really was pretty like this, to be able to see all of her bits. He went in tongue first and lapped upward again which made the prettiest noises fall from her mouth. He wanted to hear that from her every day.

Looking down again, continuing to fuck into her with his long fingers, he angled her hips higher to get a good look at her other hole. So pretty.

He removed his fingers as she groaned at the loss and he used his newly free hand to hold her hips in place as he licked from her asshole upward. Slow, wet strokes upward over and over again. Her flavor was exactly what he wanted. She was spicy and sweet and heady…

Slowly, she began to drip down to her bum and Harry licked it all up, every little drip that fell from her pussy down to her ass he savored.

Y/N was a blubbering mess. No man had ever licked her up this way. She’d had a few press their fingers to her bum but never anything like this. It shocked her when she first felt his warm tongue lapping at her bottom and through her cheeks. But by the time he reached her clit and then repeated licking her up again she was gone. She loved it. She never knew she’d love it.

“Oh… fffffuck! Harry! Ahhh…” Her moaned words had him smiling into her pussy as he spread her apart to really get his tongue into her crevices.

He let go of her thighs and her feet fell to the bed, but he kept her spread as he sat back. She looked down at herself, and just behind her shiny mound was Harry’s very large cock with its leaking tip. The weight of him had his slit nearly pointed directly at her. She clenched when she visualized him entering her and filling her up.

And Harry saw the way she looked at him. He knew what she wanted. He just couldn’t give in to that desire in that very moment. Not with his rut still lingering, even if he was at the tail end.

Harry shook his head of those thoughts and knelt back, pressing his digits back inside of her, three this time, and watched her entrance part for him, “My little kitten needs this doesn’t she?” Harry looked into her eyes as he let his fingers fuck into her.

Her eyes were hooded and her lips were wet. Harry could tell she was struggling to answer but he was going to make her speak. He wanted to hear more of her voice while he brought her over the edge. She moaned and nodded.

Harry cocked his head to the side. He wanted to hear her. So he stopped thrusting, “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you need this and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Y/N panted and began to writhe over his fingers, tipping her pelvis up to get more friction from his hand, but instead, Harry pulled it away and held her thighs down in warning.

She whined and scooted her bum in closer to him, “No. Don’t stop! I need it. Please.”

Harry grinned and licked his lips. His saliva was gathering in his mouth with the anticipation of lapping her up again

“Good fucking girl.”

He plunged his fingers back and attached his lips to her cunt once again. Lapping and sucking away. Y/N carded her fingers into his hair and found herself gripping tightly.

She whimpered when she felt him hit that little spot inside and lift slightly upward, causing her bum to rise off the blanket. With his free hand, he pushed over her abdomen again to hold her down. He was absolutely ravenous and the sounds he was making with his mouth as he slurped were vulgar.

“Harry! Oh mmmmm… oh god!”

She began making incoherent noises, thrashing her legs about and arching herself off the mattress, but he kept pushing her down with his one palm while pumping into her just right with the other.

“Wait, wait! I’m– wait!”

Y/N felt like she was about to burst, quite literally so. She’d never been overstimulated before, and that was probably why she had this sensation- and it felt good, felt amazing, actually, but also felt like she had to escape him somehow. It was too intense. Like she’d never felt before.

When Harry pressed his palm and thumb harder just over where he was sucking at her clit and kept his fingers inside her pressing into her sweet spot, she felt the dam break. She convulsed against his mouth and her vision went blank for a moment. She cried out, and literally felt tears roll down her face at the amount of pleasure she felt.

Harry drank her all in and allowed his body to vibrate, purring at the intense pleasure, and felt his own release spurt against the bedsheet. He couldn’t help himself. The taste of her coming in his mouth made him climax harder than he thought possible. In fact, he hadn’t expected to come at all but here he was, once again, like an adolescent coming from nary a touch, hot sperm pouring out below him and soaking the blankets under him and making a mess of the jeans he hadn’t bothered to pull all the way down. He’d never experienced anything like it before, not even in his ruts. All his senses were overwhelmed, pleasure engulfing him entirely.

Y/N was shaking and crying and holding onto Harry’s head, her fingers like a vice grip in his hair, grinding her pussy on his face as she came undone like she never had before.

Harry smiled and slowly lapped at her as she eventually released his hair and her moans settled to pants and small gasps and then silence until she was completely still and the way she’d slumped against the bed had him climb up her body in worry. She looked as though she’d passed out. He brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, and swiped his own sweat off his forehead using his forearm after watching a few beads drop into the groove of her clavicles.

She fluttered her eyes open, taking in his concerned expression as her vision regained focus. She felt as though she could worship this man. If he could make her feel that kind of pleasure again she was fairly convinced there was nothing she wouldn’t be doing for him.

He sighed in relief when he saw her pretty eyes and then hummed in pleasure when she grabbed his face and kissed him thoroughly. She’d never kissed him quite as ardently before. He could feel every bit of her gratitude poured into the kiss.

She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him in and he chuckled against her mouth, “Greedy little thing. Wasn’t that enough for you? You nearly passed out!”

She whimpered. Somehow, she only craved him more now, “...Don’t you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly. That was such a dangerous thing to blurt out of that pretty mouth of hers. But she was lucky he’d just come from seeing her squirt like that, otherwise, he would’ve been sure to impale her then and there.

“Is that even a question? Made me come against the sheets like a fucking teenager, you little minx.”

Y/N’s mouth fell agape at his admission, lowering her eyes between them.

“But that’s mostly you. Soaked the bed right through.” He groaned and nipped at her jawline and Y/N stood up at that, making Harry slip to the side and chuckle at her surprise.

“No way!”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her in amusement, and couldn’t help his knowing smirk. She’d never had that happen before, and that made him infinitely pleased with himself.

She couldn’t believe it. Somehow Harry had managed to not only meet but surpass her expectations beyond her wildest fantasies. She’d been convinced that kind of thing was more of an urban myth. She’d never been eaten out like that before. With such enthusiasm and skill. He was like an animal, uncaring of any decorum. It was exactly the kind of head she’d always wanted to receive but had been too shy to ask for previously. Harry just knew.

Looking back at him, she took him in. She did quite a number on him- he was a wet mess with pink, swollen lips, wrecked hair, and a look of satisfaction she was sure she wouldn't be able to wipe off his face if she tried. Her eyes lowered down his naked torso to his undone pants, and he was still sporting a semi. Her suspicions were proving right- this man would go all night and not stop until she passed out- she was sure of it now.

Harry took note of her wandering eyes, and her earlier actions and words weren’t lost on him either. She wanted him, all of him, and he was over the moon about it. But he’d come so far- he couldn’t ruin it now. He was on the final day of his rut and needed to be careful still. He wouldn’t give in in this condition, he needed to take his time with her, and although she was sufficiently prepared for him after those two spectacular orgasms he’d given her, he didn’t trust himself enough to actually slide his cock inside of her. He would not let up for hours on end if he did, and she simply could not handle that- despite how well she’d handled the way he’d coaxed her second orgasm out of her.

No, he needed to do this right. He was thankful for coming like a teenage boy for the clarity of mind it gave him, but he needed to get her out of the apartment fast before it wore off and he no longer answered for his actions.

All in all, he was pleased with himself though. He’d proven more self-restraint than he knew he was capable of. Maybe he could prove to be a suitable partner for his little human, after all.

After taking showers separately, to avoid any further delay- Y/N’s reasoning, and to avoid his resolution snapping since it was already hanging by a very thin thread- Harry’s reasoning that he kept to himself, they drove back to her place in his car to get Eddie.

Y/N noticed that Harry was still being rather touchy-feely. Even while driving. He kept his hand at her thigh and she felt warm all over from the new feelings she was experiencing. She already knew she liked him, but this was more than just something casual and she figured they both knew it. They had a real connection.

“So, Eddie has been quite upset. I’m sure he just misses you. He’s definitely got separation anxiety. He’s only eating his treats now. Hasn’t had a full meal in a day. But he is drinking water and doing his business outside. I’m really glad you’re here, though. I think he’ll be happy to see you.”

“He hasn’t spent this much time away from me since I took ownership. I think he’ll be okay when I see him. I’ll make sure he eats something,” he said as he kept his eyes on the road.

Harry felt bad for the little one. He knew that his living conditions weren’t ideal at all for a near 6-year-old. He needed kids his age to play with, that would maybe encourage him to shift back. He was left alone for most of the days at the cabin, and Harry truly hadn’t found any other workaround for this issue. He had business to take care of, and his nephew wasn’t fit for that environment, he was way too young. But he also couldn’t leave him within the pack- he didn’t trust that he’d be safe there. The way his kind saw him as a bad omen for the fact that he couldn’t shift back after the accident in which he lost his parents really didn’t sit well with Harry at all. The cabin was an unknown place to his pack and he thought it a safer place for the little one than among his own kind- which was something to ponder on.

But he thought he’d be having a grand ol’ time with Y/N. He knew she spoiled him. And that she’d play with him and pet him and shower him with her attention. But the truth was, Y/N didn’t know that Eddie needed more than that since he wasn’t a pet. She couldn’t, therefore, do the things Harry did with him- she didn’t talk to him the way Harry did, not to mention she couldn’t exactly shapeshift and run around the woods with him to play. Tug of war wasn’t nearly enough for the amount of energy he had to exert.

And the biggest issue probably was that the little one was worried he’d abandoned him, Harry thought. Although he’d explained to his nephew that he’d be staying with Y/N for just a few days and told him a number of times not to worry, that he’d be back soon- he was probably scared that he’d somehow lost Harry as well. And who could blame him after the trauma of losing his parents the way he did? Harry wished Edward would shapeshift if only to be able to speak and communicate what he was feeling, in hopes to maybe heal some of his trauma.

But nothing could prepare Harry or Y/N for what they found when she unlocked the door to her apartment. With some difficulty, she pushed the door open. Looking down she noticed the carpet was torn to shreds as she inched the door open slowly. She gasped when she finally stepped into her entry. With the sound of a Nickelodeon cartoon playing as the backdrop to it all, she looked around to a completely destroyed living room. The rug under her couch was in shreds. The door frame to her bathroom looked like it had been pried off, and her curtains ripped down and turned to confetti.

“Edward!” Harry shouted loudly making Y/N jump at the volume.

He took in the sight of her place- it was bad. The couch cushions were torn apart, the rug was shredded to pieces, every small piece of furniture was knocked over, her shoes at the entryway were all chewed up, her curtains were torn and bits were scattered all over, and walking further in, he saw the bedroom also hadn’t been spared. The only rooms that looked minimally affected by Edward’s tantrum were the kitchen and the bathroom and that was probably because he either couldn’t reach most of the stuff or they were just harder to destroy.

Y/N was in shock. Her place looked as though a Tasmanian devil had stormed through it. “Oh my God…” she covered her mouth in shock, trying to take it all in.

Eddie was sitting in a corner in the bedroom, trying to hide but Harry had found him immediately. She walked in on them only to see Harry staring him down, and the pup trembling, curling in on himself.

“No! Don’t punish him!” Y/N ran towards the little one and took him into her arms protectively, shielding him away from Harry’s staredown.

Harry was taken aback by her reaction. First of all, he wasn’t used to anyone coming in between him and his nephew.

Second of all, nobody ever dared cut him off and try to defy what he felt was right in regard to someone from his pack. He was the one calling the shots, he would be the one deciding what punishment would be applied, and especially since Edward was his nephew, nobody would ever dare question his decision.

But, he wasn’t going to hurt him! So, thirdly, Harry was confused over why she thought he would do that, “... What did you think I was going to do?”

Y/N worried her brows and petted the pup who was still trembling in her arms, “I don’t know, but you scared him! Look how he’s shaking! He probably thought you were going to hurt him!”

“No, he didn’t!” Harry snarled, “I never laid a hand on him, what kind of person do you think I am hurting a harmless little creature like that?!” Edward wasn’t exactly harmless, but in comparison to Harry’s wrath, he would have been, so technically he wasn’t lying.

Y/N felt bad. “He just looked so scared and guilty, I couldn’t bear it… Sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that…”

“He should be feeling guilty!” Harry snapped, looking at the little one trying to hide away from him in her arms, “What he did was bad! Look what he did! I can’t not address it and let him get away with it, and have him think it’s alright to do something like this!”

“... But he’s just a puppy!”

Harry gritted his teeth. He’s not just a puppy, but he couldn’t exactly tell her that, could he? No, he was a young little boy that needed to learn his actions had repercussions, and even though he would never physically hurt him, he would punish him.

“Harry… Look, I get you’re upset, but it’s my house and even I’m not this upset! He’s just a puppy! He doesn’t know any better! He was already feeling out of sorts because he probably thought you abandoned him, and now that I was gone too, he panicked and threw a tantrum! You can’t really expect a little pup to control these urges! It’s not like he can rationalize any of this!”

This was frustrating Harry beyond belief. As it turns out, Edward could rationalize it very well and did it all very intentionally- although he could appreciate that he was just a child and couldn’t manage his emotions the way an adult would, he was still far more capable than just a pup to know right from wrong.

“I’m taking him back to the cabin where he can cool off and–”

“No! Harry, that’s cruel! All he wanted was for his owner to be back and now you’re just showing him he was right and that you are abandoning him! No, I won’t let you,” she snuggled him closer to her chest and Harry furrowed his brows ever deeper, conflicted over how to manage this situation.

On the one hand, he oddly loved how defensive she was about his nephew. Made him see how she would make for the perfect mother to their pups. He groaned in frustration, this was turning him on– and of course it was, with him being on the tail end of his rut and only squeezing in another release in his quick shower alone before they left Niall’s apartment.

But at the same time, he didn’t know how to explain to her that she was mistaken and this kind of attitude would only serve to reward his bad behavior.

Harry knew Edward was far stronger and more agile than any typical dog or wolf. The wreckage didn’t surprise him all that much, truth be told. His nephew was quite hot-headed at times. A sweet kid, but could be a firecracker. And this was just the evidence of how pissed he was. He didn’t like not getting his way, as most children his age. And that combined with his wolf nature (not to mention he was an alpha) meant he could be extremely destructive under the right circumstances.

Pacing away, Harry tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t go about this the way he normally would. Their ways were much too brutal for humans- she would never understand that he’d be punishing the little one for his own good. After all, if Edward was going to be the pack’s alpha one day, he had to build character, discipline, strength, and endurance. He couldn’t just throw tantrums and destroy everything in his wake whenever something didn’t go his way- that would be absolutely catastrophic for him and everyone around him the more he grew up and the stronger and more ferocious he’d become. He’d absolutely made Y/N’s home uninhabitable.

And that’s when realization dawned upon Harry.

Maybe what Edward had done could play to his advantage. Yes. Maybe he wasn’t so mad at his nephew, after all. He’d be sure to make a point out of why this was wrong later on, between just the two of them, but for now, Harry barely contained the smirk on his lips as he approached Y/N who was now sitting on her disheveled bed with the little one on her lap, petting him gently and whispering soothing words to him.

He feigned a frustrated sigh, “I guess you’re right. He was probably just frightened.” Harry crouched in front of the two of them and although his features had softened, he made sure to still give the little one a stern look, “It wasn’t very nice, though, was it Edward? Look what you did. How is poor Y/N going to fix this mess? Hm?”

Eddie was still giving Harry the puppy dog eyes, his muzzle on his paws, but at least he wasn’t cowering away anymore, and he’d stopped trembling, Y/N noticed. She kept petting his fur gently, and that probably helped too. She was relieved to see Harry had calmed down. And when he reached a hand to scratch behind the pup’s ear, she smiled.

Harry noticed her smile and was happy for it, she didn’t want her to be distressed more than she already was, fearing he’d harm the little one. He still had an unpleasant taste in his mouth over the thought that she’d ever think him capable of that. Was he really that scary when he was furious? He hadn’t even done anything, just stared his nephew down, but the way she’d reacted had him thinking she genuinely feared he’d unleash his wrath on Edward.

“You’re lucky Y/N loves you. After what you did to her place, I’d boot you right out the window.”

“Harry!” Y/N laughed.

Harry raised his eyes to look at her properly from his crouched position, “I’m so sorry for this, Y/N. I honestly can’t believe he did this.”

Her smile faded somewhat, “I can’t believe it either, to tell you the truth. He’s been such a good boy all throughout. Yeah, he’s been a little whiny the past day or so, but he’s been a doll. I just can’t believe such a small little fluff ball is capable of something like this! I mean, I’ve heard stories of chewed shoes and cord cables, but this is… next level. Like, I don’t get how he was physically able to cause this amount of damage!”

Harry grimaced. She was right. A small dog would’ve never been capable of anything nearly as bad as this. But a wolf?... Harry actually thought Edward hadn’t even gone all out. Y/N hadn’t been witness to the way he could use his claws or the speed he could move at. His fangs hadn’t quite given in yet, but had this happened a few months later, her apartment would’ve been in a much worse condition. He’d have enjoyed chewing on all her chairs and tables on top of everything else he’d destroyed.

“I know. He’s never done anything like this. He must’ve really been upset, weren’t you, boy?”

Eddie pawed at his snout and Y/N melted, despite her upset. He was just too adorable to stay mad at.

“But I’ll take care of everything. Edward is my responsibility and he did this so I’ll replace everything for you. We’ll get the apartment repaired or pay your landlord directly. However you want to do it.”

Y/N looked over at Harry and offered a half smile. While it was nice of Harry to offer, many items were sentimental. She’d picked her furniture and her things out all on her own. And even if they weren’t the nicest quality, they were hers. But now a lot of things that she felt this small attachment to were gone. And sure it was just stuff, but it was a shock.

“This is going to cost a lot of money, Harry. Almost everything I own has been damaged. I’m just- shocked this happened. But it’s a good thing that I’ve got the overnight shift tonight and I’m leaving for a week on a work trip in the morning anyway. Won’t have to worry about this whole mess, at least for a bit.”

Harry shook his head, “Wait. What? You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. Every year there’s a field course and community engagement training. It’s to make sure everyone is up on the new rules and safety guidelines, new technology, animal handling… it’ll be my first one so I’m sort of looking forward to it. I was kind of worried you wouldn’t be back in time, you said you’d only be gone a few days and, well… I figured if you weren’t back I’d reach out to Niall or just change my flight. When you asked I didn’t think of how close I’d be cutting it.”

Harry was a bit dumbfounded. He thought he’d have her with him that night and… well- if he was honest, for good- not actually intending on having her move back into her apartment, as selfish as that was. This wasn’t what he envisioned at all. But he’d be patient. As much as he wanted to keep her with him indefinitely he knew that wasn’t going to work. If he had his way she’d quit her job and just be with him all day and all night. Unfortunately, humans didn’t do relationships like his kind did. She’d certainly find that to be too much.

Trying to keep himself calm at the sudden news he responded, “You would have done that for Edward? For me?… A whole week, huh?”

Y/N could tell Harry was a bit taken aback, and even a touch disappointed. Which she honestly loved. Not that she loved to disappoint him, but that his response to her being gone was disappointment. Maybe she’d even give him a big treat when she returned because she’d certainly be missing him too.

“Yes. Of course, I would have. It was my fault for forgetting. And yeah. A whole week. Maybe you can pick me up from the airport when I get back. If you wanted-”

“Yes, and I’ll drop you off at the airport too. Edward and I will come stay with you at the station tonight so you have some company. And so I can keep you safe.”

“Harry… that’s not allowed. And what are you keeping me safe from?” She laughed, he was being a bit overdramatic, “And besides, a few of us are riding with Nick to the airport in the morning.”

Harry’s jaw set at Nick’s name, “Well then that settles it for certain. I don’t trust him to drive you safely and besides you’re going to be gone for a week and we’ll miss you,” he spoke, and then looked down at his nephew in her arms, “isn’t that right Edward?”

Y/N continued to be surprised by Harry. She was taken aback at his candor.

He continued, “And I think it would be good for him to run around a bit. He needs some space to play and get all of his energy out, don’t you think? Come on…”

Y/N couldn’t hide the smile on her face. Of course, she wanted Harry and Eddie with her at the station. She could get into trouble, though. But Harry did make a good point about Eddie needing some space to run a bit. And no one had to know…

“Fine. I think that would be nice actually.”

Harry grinned widely at getting his way (he was used to getting his way) and stood up looking down at the two. The way she was treating his nephew was really tearing him apart. She was so good to him. And was she really going to cancel her work trip just so that she could stay with Edward? He gently placed a strand of her hair behind her ear and then caressed her newly exposed cheek with the back of his hand.

“You won’t be able to stay here for a while, you know that right?” He tried to keep his voice quiet, as to not snap her out of her calm state.

She sighed, “I know. It’s… bad.”

“It really is. Like I said, I’ll replace everything, but it’s going to take a bit. You’ll come stay with us when you return, alright?”

Y/N stammered, looking up at him, “Harry… you don’t have to–”

“Shush.” He flicked the tip of her nose gently, “Go on, pack what you need for your trip. If he left anything intact, that is,” he raised a menacing eyebrow back at the little one and Y/N complied before Harry’s mood soured again.

Bringing Edward into the kitchen while he let Y/N pack her suitcase he opened the fridge to find an untouched bowl of food meant for his nephew.

He placed it on the floor and pointed to it, “Eat. Now,” and then he lowered his voice and knelt to look his nephew in his eyes, “I don’t care if it’s cold. You need to eat. When I return to the kitchen I better see this bowl empty. And we’ll have a talk later about your little tantrum when we’re alone. You’re not off the hook.”

By the time they were ready to leave, Eddie had eaten the bowl of food and was lying on a set of shredded curtains close to the front door waiting.

“Oh, he’s eaten! I didn’t even realize. Well, at least we know what the problem was. I’d say this is an extreme case of separation anxiety. Poor guy,” Y/N patted his head. She was still quite bewildered and even a little upset over everything but she understood that canines didn’t think like people and so to him, this was his way of expressing his anxiousness at the sudden change and being away from his owner.

But the truth wasn’t as simple as she assumed.

Harry was still processing the fact that Y/N was leaving in the morning. He’d barely had her back into his arms, right where he wanted her, and now something would be taking her away from him again. He really felt like kicking something, but instead, he tried to push all those feelings down and savor what little time they had that night together.

Being at the station wasn’t ideal. This was not at all the way he thought the night was going to play out. Maybe had this not been the last day of his rut- and maybe had he not just finally tasted her just mere hours ago, he’d be able to sober up and just enjoy her company without it having to be sexual. Because he did enjoy her company regardless of what they did, and he truly had missed her presence, her laughter- everything about her. It was just difficult keeping that in mind while he was continuously sporting a semi.

But maybe it was for the better, he reasoned. He wanted to do right by her, and even during the final hours of his rut, he wasn’t sure he could reign it in if she gave herself over to him completely.

However, having her gone for a whole week would definitely prove to be quite the test of his patience. Especially since she’d be going away with that man that was clearly infatuated with her. That didn’t sit right with him at all.

Y/N had insisted on trying to tidy up the place at least a bit before they left and so they hadn’t had time to grab some early dinner before she had to report for duty at the station.

Lindsy was already inside the station when they arrived. She sat up straight at the desk and smirked at Y/N before standing up to round the desk, “Hi! I’m Lindsy,” she stuck her hand out toward Harry.

“I’m Harry,” he shook her hand politely.

“I’ve heard about you. Well, sort of. Seems like Nick’s got a run for his money…” she said as she grabbed her backpack from the hook.

Harry shot a look at Y/N who shook her head, “Nick is just a co-worker. Nothing more,” she reminded Lindsy, rolling her eyes.

“Well it’s clear he never had a chance,” she said looking at Harry and then back to Y/N, “but Nick certainly seems to think otherwise.”

“Okay. Well, great chat. See you tomorrow then?” Y/N was ready to get Lindsy out of there. She could tell that Harry was not happy about this revelation.

“Yeah, sure. Oh!,” Lindsy paused and knelt down to Eddie, “Cute little pup we’ve got here. What breed is this? I didn’t see you before, little guy.”

“A mutt really. He’s very well-behaved,” Y/N spoke quickly.

“A mutt… hmm…” she inspected the pup a bit, scrubbing his head and then lifting up the jowls to see his teeth.

Harry scooped Edward up when he realized the woman was prodding at his nephew like he was a show animal.

“Are you also going on this work trip Y/N’s been telling me about?” Harry spoke, distracting her from the little one.

“Yes, I am! Gotta go pack, I always leave that last minute… bad habit, I guess.”

Harry nodded feigning interest, “Well then, I’ll be coming back around tomorrow morning to drive Y/N to the airport. Do you need a lift too?” He didn’t want her coming along but he was warned he needed to act as if he was leaving so no one suspected that he’d stayed all night.

“Ah, I wouldn’t dream of third-wheeling. Nah, I’ll ride with Nick. Thanks, though. Have an easy one, Y/N!” Lindsy waved as she stepped out of the station.

“So Nick is still bothering you?” Harry placed Edward back down.

Y/N shook her head, a small grin on her face as she sat at the desk starting to go through some paperwork she needed to sort out. He was jealous when he didn’t need to be, “He’s not bothering me. I don’t know what he and Lindsy talk about but he’s kept his distance after you followed him to the bar,” she teased.

Harry believed her but he didn’t trust the guy. Especially now that he knew they were all going away on some work trip together for a week he was sure Nick would try something with her. Because of course, the coward would wait until they were out of state.

He sat across the desk from Y/N and just looked at her. He’d watched her without her knowledge on several occasions. And he hadn’t been lying to her about not having looked when she was getting into the water while she was skinny dipping, unaware of his presence there yet. Even then, he knew he wanted to see her like that when she would inevitably give herself to him. And that was precious to him.

He enjoyed studying her while she was busy with something else. When she knew he was looking, she’d sometimes shy away under the intensity of his gaze. Because Harry wasn’t the kind to be subtle about it. He drank her in any chance he got. And sometimes, when he’d say something to compliment her she’d blush and even maybe make a joke to try and deflect. But to his surprise, she wasn’t like that in the bedroom. Whenever she’d turn to putty in his arms and he’d get her worked up, she’d blossom under his eyes. He’d whisper the lewdest things into her ear and she’d only grow more bold and sensual. He loved that she didn’t shy away from him then, and gave in to her instincts. It was quite the sight to behold.

Harry shifted in his seat, readjusting himself. He was in for a long night sleeping next to her when he knew he couldn’t really touch and taste the way he craved to. But he did look forward to just holding her. Something he’d have never thought he’d be into, especially while in his rut.

“Harry, you’re staring.”

“I know I am.”

Y/N scoffed amusedly, “Well, don’t. You’re distracting. You’re the one who insisted on coming, but I got some work to take care of first, so don’t even think about complaining.”

“I’m not complaining.” He crossed his arms, refraining from doing just that.

“Please, I can practically hear your thoughts.”

“Pretty sure you’d be blushing and squirming in your seat if you could hear my thoughts. But alright.” He stood up while she tried hiding her reaction to what he’d just told her. “I’ll go grab us some dinner while you’re at it.”

“No need to, we’ll just order something in.”

Harry grimaced, “You mean takeaway? That’s basically more of that horrid concession stand food. No, I’ll call ahead and order and then drop by one of my favorite restaurants. Have them cook us something that’s actually edible. This little guy also needs something after we exercise him a bit later tonight. Can’t exactly feed him french fries, can we?” Edward whined at the mention of fries but Harry ignored his pleas, “Is it ok if he stays here while I’m gone?”

“Of course. Alright, that sounds good. Thank you.”

Harry would never get tired of her oh so politely thanking him for what he felt was his natural instinct- in this case, to provide for her. He loved the way it sounded coming out of her mouth and he wondered if he could find a way to get her to thank him in bed, also. Maybe after she swallowed all of his warm come. The thought sent a shudder down his spine.

Instead, he winked at her and got going before he let that thought take over and he had her reenact it.

Harry never thought he’d stoop so low. He actually had to use the restaurant’s (quite lavish) restroom to rub one out. If he was going to behave tonight, he needed to get that idea he’d been obsessing over on the ride there out of his head somehow. It did help him calm down somewhat, and the drive back to the station was a lot more comfortable.

When he got back, Y/N called out to him that she was out back, and he found her on the porch watching Edward run around close to the station where she could “keep an eye on him”, which Harry found adorable. If anything, his nephew was the one guarding her, but she was cute to think it was the other way around.

She’d set a blanket down and told him they could have “sort of a picnic” which he also found endearing. They unwrapped the delicious food and then called out for the little one so that he could eat too, and Eddie gobbled his food down and then promptly resumed running around like a wild banshee, “Edward! Stay where I can see you!”

Y/N looked over at Harry in confusion as she chewed her food. She knew it was unlikely Eddie would understand what he was saying, but she realized that somehow he always just listened to Harry no matter what. Even then. Eddie stayed where they could both see him as he zoomed back and forth, tongue wagging and dirt flying in his wake.

Harry noticed the faraway look in her eyes and figured she must’ve been thinking about her home and how everything was ruined. She’d been very understanding of the whole situation and put her love for Eddie first and the way she reasoned he was just a puppy and didn’t know any better was really mature of her- but even so, she had every right to be upset about it. It was her home, and it was now practically inhabitable. While she’d cleaned up and thrown out most of what wasn’t salvageable, with his help, he saw her becoming progressively more worried and sad. He hated seeing her like that. He wished he could fix it. And he intended on doing just that, but he needed a bit of time. He even had her give him her spare key so that he could have some over to deep clean while she was gone- even though he planned on doing much more than just that. So maybe her work trip was beneficial in a way. He’d have time to plan it all out and surprise her when she got back. But he couldn’t tell her about it, to ease her mind. Not yet.

“You didn’t have to go all out like this, Harry. It’s pretty gourmet for the setting,” she chuckled, but he could tell it had pleased her. Even if she ended up barely nibbling at her food. She was more upset than he’d realized.

He brought his hand to the nape of her neck and massaged her reassuringly, “Try not to worry. It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

She smiled and nodded, keeping her sight on the forest, “I know. It’s just things. Not like anyone was harmed. I’m happy Eddie seems to be back to his normal self.” She kept her eyes on the little one, roaming freely through the woods, “He looks pretty happy now. I took him outside and let him play for however long he wanted to, but I guess it’s just not the same. I can tell he’s used to you taking him along on hikes, even as small as he is. He’s got a lot of energy for a pup.”

Y/N then turned to look at him properly. She appreciated him so much. He was so good to Eddie, and he really did his best. And he was really good to her too. He made sure to feed her actually nutritious food, insisted on coming along to “keep her safe”, was sad to hear she had to go for her trip. And then… everything that had happened earlier that day. She couldn’t get over how incredibly handsome he was. His eyes and his skin, his hair, his broad shoulders, and his voice. And he was so caring and kind with her yet an absolute beast in the bed.

Harry pulled her to sit in his lap, he needed her closer with the way she was looking at him, “My uncle’s got a lot of land. He lives about a six-hour drive from here. I’ve been thinking of sending Edward to him. I think he’d thrive with all that room to run and other… animals around to play with. I think he’s too much canine for me. Especially after seeing what he did to your apartment-”

“Oh, Harry! Don’t give him away just because of that! I promise that’s-”

“It’s not just the apartment, Y/N. I’ve been considering this since before I met you. He’s a lot to handle. And I love him but I think he’d be happier with my uncle. I think it would be for the best. Honestly. The apartment thing is just sort of making me see that stuff like this might continue to happen. He’s stressed. I can’t always be around. Sometimes he’ll need to be with other people to watch him and I feel like he’ll have a better life if he can have more stability.”

“Six hours? That’s quite the trek. When were you thinking of doing this? Does your uncle know?”

“Yeah, six hours. Well, soon. Haven’t decided on it for sure yet, but I think soon. I’d need to make arrangements with my uncle. And yeah, I’ve spoken to him about it. He told me originally he’d take Edward. After my brother and his wife… well, Lester, that’s his name, my uncle’s name, told me that he’d take Edward. I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Thought I could take care of him on my own but I don’t know that it’s possible anymore. Not without making him miserable."

It did pain Harry to even consider it but Edward was not thriving being protected and hidden away the way he was. Harry did his best to play with him, teach him, hunt with him… but he needed children his own age around. Children who were like him. No one in Harry’s pack would let their young play with Edward or even be around him. And he wouldn’t trust them to even if they did.

He would miss seeing the little guy every day but what options did he have?

Y/N nodded and took Harry’s hand, “I guess that makes sense. You’re probably right. He’s not just a regular dog, which I’m sure you’re aware of. He needs more than what he’d get in a typical domestic household and he’s only going to get bigger and stronger,” she paused and sighed, “Can I come with you? When you take Eddie to your uncle’s?”

He nodded, “Of course. We can go together.”

Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand and noted that he was still a bit clammy, “Are you still feeling unwell?”

Harry chuckled, “I’m fine. Much better after you let me have a dose of my medicine,” he smirked as he spoke.

She faltered for a moment and felt her face and ears grow hot at his comment, “If you say so. Just let me know if you need anything though. Like real medicine, I mean,” she laughed.

“Always trying to take care of me,” he spoke quietly and let his gaze linger on hers. He was falling hard for the girl. And while his hormones were still a bit unbalanced, he knew that his feelings were real. Which made the guilt of his secrets and lies eat at him.

“Well, I like you. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she smiled up at him.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that, of course- that she liked him. But what he felt for her was so much more than that. He didn’t want to scare her off with the intensity of his feelings, which would probably seem like too much this early on.

It frustrated him. Humans were so peculiar. He remembered reading online about that and how that had left him even more confused. They liked to take things slow, but they also didn’t like to be kept waiting for some kind of commitment. What did that even mean?

His eyes lowered to her necklace that she had sitting overtop her blouse, he noticed she liked it on display when she wasn’t working. It was her little way of showing the world that she was spoken for. Maybe she didn’t realize it, maybe it was just an unconscious thing she did on instinct- which actually pleased him immensely. Maybe it wouldn’t be too soon. Maybe if he claimed her, she’d like it.

He didn’t like the idea of her going away like that, far enough that he couldn’t reach her easily even with his inhuman speed, and be amongst men (real men, not Nick who wasn’t nearly good enough for her), men that could try their luck with her. And who was to say she wouldn’t give them a chance? After all, in the human world what they had was seen as casual. Dating wasn’t an explicit commitment and sometimes humans would date multiple people at once, he remembered reading.

So, although that was absolutely appalling to him, he couldn’t really blame her if she went and did just that, could he? This was the norm for her kind.

Harry cleared his throat, playing with the rings hanging from her neck, “Will you wear these while you’re away?”

Y/N grinned at that. For some reason he really liked her wearing his rings. She tried not to let her mind wander with how she could interpret that and what deeper meaning it may have, but when he kept bringing it up again, it was hard not to. “Do you want me to?”

Harry looked deep into her eyes then, “I want you to. I want you to keep them, and wear them like this. And if anyone asked, I’d like it if you told them they’re from me.”

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion as she smiled, “And how would they know who that is?”

“They don’t need to know me by name. All they need to know is who I am to you.”

Y/N blinked, wetting her lips, “And what’s that?”

“Lover. Boyfriend. Your man. Whatever you want to call me, that’s what I’ll be.”

Y/N tried containing her wide smile if only to kiss him properly. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all she was worth. The way he’d said it made her heart flutter like never before. She never knew how much she’d needed to hear him say it until he did, how much she needed to clear the air. She knew she must’ve meant more to him than just something casual by the way he’d opened up to her slowly but surely, and she could tell that wasn’t something that came easy to him. But for some reason, she didn’t allow herself to hope for more. She still couldn’t believe he would even be interested in someone like her, let alone want something serious with her. She’d never tell him, and she had this way about her- pretty self-assured and confident in her independence, but she always thought he was out of her league. So even though her heart secretly hoped for this, she never entertained the idea, just to spare herself the heartache.

Harry felt immense relief at her response. He’d been so nervous bringing it up. What if she hadn’t been on the same page? What if she thought it was too soon? What if he ruined everything with rushing things? But the way she was kissing him, he could tell she’d been waiting for this. He felt silly, then. He’d went and done the same mistake as with their “date”. Went and listened to outside sources telling him how he should go about things, when all he needed to do was listen to his instincts, instead. They’d never led him astray with her so far. She was always seemingly on the same page with him, despite their differences.

“Yeah, you’re mine?” He asked between kissing her just as ardently back.

“You know I am.” She breathed, her heart melting at how happy he sounded. He really wanted this, wanted her. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Harry couldn’t believe his luck. If he played his cards right, he’d be able to make this work. He’d make sure of it. He knew just what he had to do. He was done denying his instincts when it came to her. She was his mate. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He meant what he told her- he’d be what she wanted him to be. And he knew that couldn’t be what he currently was. If it meant turning his whole world on its axis for her, he’d do it.

Later when he had her in his arms while she slept, he didn’t even want to waste time sleeping when he could look at her and take in the sight of her against his chest instead. She nuzzled into his sparse hair there and almost immediately fell asleep. She must’ve been exhausted, what with Edward keeping her up for most of the night before, and the whole mess at her apartment, and not to mention the way he’d had her nearly pass out from pleasure. He smiled to himself, knowing that was probably the main reason for the way she’d dozed off right away the moment he secured his arms around her in that sad excuse for a bed. In which he barely fit alone, his legs hanging off the margin, and she had to lay more atop of him than on the actual mattress- but he loved the excuse that provided him with to hold her as close as he did.

He’d reassured her that he’d keep an eye out when he insisted on her sleeping properly before her trip. She needed to be well rested. But with the way he always slept so soundly next to her, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to sleep with one eye open, so to say, as he normally did. So he whispered to Edward that he was to keep watch for the night. “You owe Y/N for what you did to her place.”

The little one grunted but knew better than to further object.

Y/N woke up to Harry shifting behind her, moving his arm from under her. She sat up and turned to look at him, “What time is it?”

Harry chuckled and stretched his arms overhead, not worried in the least, “About an hour before any of your co-workers show up. You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

After making a pot of coffee and pulling her hair into a ponytail she splashed water on her face as she heard Harry and Eddie coming back inside.

“Looks like Nick the prick is here. Just saw him pull up as we were coming back in.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes at Harry’s attempt to make fun of Nick’s name. Yet again.

Harry was holding Eddie in his arms when Nick walked through the door, “What are you doing here? Non-employees are not allowed to camp out at the station.”

“He’s not camping out. He got here just a bit ago. He’s taking me to the airport.”

“I thought we were all riding together. Would have been nice to know you weren’t coming with.”

Harry shook his head and stepped in toward Nick, “Why does it concern you if she goes with you or not? You’re taking others, are you not?” Nick nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Harry continued, “So back the fuck off. Don’t try and make her feel bad that she had other plans.”

“Harry…” Y/N put her hand on his elbow and squeezed.

“I could’ve offered her spot to someone else, had I known! I was just making a point. And what’s with this…” Nick diverted his attention to the little one. “What kind of canine is this even? Is this legal for you to own?”

“Nick-” Y/N warned, standing in front of Harry and Eddie, “Stop. Harry’s being nice to take me to the airport. I asked him to. I’m sorry I was inconsiderate and didn’t think to give you a heads up. Just…we have a long day ahead of us. Let’s not start this trip on the wrong foot.” And with that, Y/N grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him outside, with Eddie trotting along.

“I didn’t like his little guilt trip. And if he talks to you like that again, tell me.” Harry gave her a pointed look.

She shook her head and laughed. Just then another vehicle pulled into the employee parking area with Tom, Lindsy, and Allen.

“Hi guys!” Y/N waved as they got out of their car and Tom popped the trunk to take out their suitcases.

Lindsy gave Y/N a very knowing look and then directed her gaze to Harry who was wearing the same clothes as he was the night before. Y/N knew Lindsy was probably on to them, but she trusted she’d keep it to herself. After all, what was her colleague going to do? Just bring it up out of the blue that her boyfriend was wearing the same clothes as he was when he dropped her off for her night shift?

When Karl arrived to take over at the station, Y/N waved at everyone and climbed into Harry’s car. She just wanted to get out of there. Nick’s attitude was starting to rise up again when he mentioned something about Eddie to Tom, and then Tom took note of the odd pup as well.

Harry wanted to drive her back to Niall’s and tell her she wasn’t allowed to go. If she were his mate in his pack he wouldn’t permit it. Never. Not with Nick acting like a fool and looking at her like she was his to ogle. He hated it. Hated to be polite and allow her to do her own thing. Hated to abide by the rules of modern humans, but what choice did he have? If he wanted her he needed to go about this relationship in a way that was comfortable to her. But to his surprise, the real reason why he wasn’t giving in to his caveman tendencies was because he wanted her to prefer him over anything else. He wanted her to come back to him. Wanted her to choose him every single time instead of him making the choice for her. It was the only way any of it had any true meaning to him, as well.

When they got to the airport Y/N insisted on just dropping her off at the front. Harry tried to argue that he could park and walk her in but she let out an aggravated sigh, “Harry. Just drop me off. It’s so much easier this way. Plus, the moment I get in I’m going to be standing in a line, checking in, and then finding my gate, which you aren’t permitted to do with me anyway. So what’s the point in parking and walking me up to the line to check in? Seriously.”

He hated all of this. All of it. He didn’t want to be away from her for a week. What would he do for a whole week without her (as if he hadn’t lived all of life without her until only very recently)? He begrudgingly stalled the car and went to take her suitcase from the back.

Y/N barely managed to pry it out of his hands, and she could tell he was sulking. And she was sad to go too. She’d been so excited for this trip, but now she wished she could stay back, with him. But she needed to put on a brave face for the both of them. “I’ll text you when we land, and I’ll call as soon as I get a chance to. Okay? Thank you for driving me. And for being so understanding. I know Nick rubbed you the wrong way. You don’t have to worry about him, though. Alright? I’m yours, remember?”, she smiled at him and watched him smile in turn at that.

She kissed him goodbye and waved at Eddie who was plopped on the back seat, and Harry watched her enter the automatic doors to the airport entrance. Someone honked their horn at him to get a move on but he just flipped them off as he watched her turn to the left once she got inside. The front of the entry was all glass so he could still see her. He watched as she walked toward the check in counter and when she was finally out of view he sighed and got back into his car, driving off with an ache in his heart.

The following evening Y/N called Harry, keeping to her word. She had been out of breath and was laughing when he answered the call.

“Harry! How are you and Eddie?” Her sweet voice instantly calmed him, but he was not a fan of her laughing at someone else while he was so far away.

“We’re great.”, a lie. “How’s training?”

She told him a bit about the first day of training. Mentioned the tiny hotel room with two single beds and how she’d been put in a room with Nick, “It’s really just my luck. He’s so annoying. I thought they’d stick me with Lindsy but there’s another new girl that just started on, who I haven’t met yet, and they thought it would be better for her to be with Lindsy and so I’m stuck with,” she paused and lowered her voice, “Mickey.” She laughed into the receiver.

That didn’t sound funny to Harry at all. He was about ready to book a ticket and get out there himself. Book a nice suite for the two of them so he could keep an eye on her. His heart sank when he learned she was in the same room as him. This was the kind of thing his kind wouldn’t put up with. Harry needed to calm himself when he heard another voice in the background, which he knew as Nick’s.

“They put you in a room with him?! What hotel are you in? I’m gonna call and book you your own suite–”

“No! Harry, it’s fine. Plus, this is a small motel. All the rooms are booked because of this training going on. There’s nothing to book for me.”

“Oh, I guarantee I can find you another place to stay.”

“Harry… it’s not necessary. Seriously. I’m just… keeping my distance.”

He heard the voice again, closer this time… Are you talking to your boyfriend? We’re about to leave.

Harry couldn’t help his claws sharpening at that, “Let me talk to him. He doesn’t get to boss you around. Fuck that. Hand the phone to him-”

“Harry… really, it’s okay! I do need to go, though. We’ve got a group dinner and then we’re doing a nightime hiking safety and rescue so we won’t be back for hours. Then an early morning tomorrow, but I can call you tomorrow midday. I’ll have some free time.”

Harry sighed heavily into the receiver. He’d never felt so helpless before. He begrudgingly let her go, and then plopped back on his bed defeatedly. His actual bed, back at the preserve. He couldn’t believe he was letting this happen. His girl was sleeping in the same room as this guy he knew for sure was trying to have his way with her. There was no way Nick hadn’t been behind this whole arrangement. It sounded exactly like the kind of pathetic thing he’d try and pull.

Harry was used to taking things into his own hands and getting them done the way he wanted. But he couldn’t do that with Y/N. He had to shift his thinking if he didn’t want to scare her away. Even though he promised a commitment of sorts to her, by making her his girlfriend, she was still free to do as she pleased.

He was fairly certain that what he had planned, though, would make her want to commit to him even more. Prove how serious he was about them and maybe alleviate all her remaining reluctance to give in to him fully.

Harry had already been planning on getting his own place, as he’d previously told her. A house, as opposed to the apartment he’d led her to believe was his, when in fact it was Niall’s. He needed his own place in town, and if initially he’d have thought to buy an apartment, he now knew he actually couldn’t confine himself in such a small space. And if his plan were to work out, he definitely wanted something much larger.

So Harry realized he needed to make a move to buy a place as soon as possible.

As he couldn’t exactly resort to those in his suborder for recommendations, and Niall’s taste was clearly quite different to his, Harry googled real estate agents and houses for sale. He was overwhelmed. There was a lot. In all price ranges all over town and in the county. Some with land, and others with only a small yard. 2-car, 3-car, 4-car garages… Swimming pools…

Harry dialed the number of a real estate agent, a sort of random pick really. The ad said ‘Luxury Homes’ and that sounded exactly like what he was going for. He just needed someone to help him with this. Someone who could share with him only homes he liked. He didn’t want to waste his time going to house after house after house to decide.

Listening to the hold music, Harry tapped his fingers on his thigh and waited.

“Archie speaking!”

The man’s overly excited voice grated at Harry immediately. Besides, what kind of a name is that?

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles”, he didn’t need to, but he felt like making a point of what a name should sound like. “I’m looking for a house to buy. Very quickly too. Like, a few days' time. A week, tops.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry, sir, but unless you can pay cash I doubt that any–”

“I have cash. What kind of luxury houses can you show me today?”

“... Oookaaaay. If you’re in the market for luxury homes you’d need to have an awful lot of cash on hand, sir. We’re talking millions.”

“I have the cash. Can you find me a house? If not, I’ll go elsewhere.”

“No, we can work with you! It’s just that we don’t get a lot of cash offers, but let’s see what we can do for you!”

As it turned out, Archie was just as annoying in person. He only had one house to show Harry that very first day because he needed to get keys and set up a showing for Harry for the others.

The first house wasn’t to Harry’s taste. It was a complete waste of his time and he told Archie as much.

“I need the finest finishes and high-end appliances. A very large master bedroom. Landscaped garden in the back. Something a woman would walk into and fall in love with.”

Archie nodded, “Of course, sir! We have a few I can show you tomorrow. I think you’ll find at least one of them suitable.”

Just as he was leaving, feeling nearly defeated that he hadn’t been able to look at more houses on his first try, Y/N was calling.

Harry answered the call with the in-car Bluetooth speakers. Hearing her voice made him feel relaxed and quite a lot more calmed after that disaster of a house Archie had shown him.

She told him about her night hike and then the class they took that morning. She told him she missed him and that a few people had admired the necklace and asked her about the rings which she then got to flaunt, to which Harry grinned widely.

Speaking to her only made him more determined. Archie had told him he’d be seeing three more houses the following day, their most lavish homes, so even if Harry didn’t necessarily trust that the agent knew what he wanted, he hoped these “lavish” homes were really up to his standard.

Harry had hoped Y/N would call again before going to bed, but she didn’t. It made him ache and feel a tightening in his chest. Though she was his girlfriend now, and he trusted her, he still hated Nick being anywhere near her. He was really exercising every bit of his restraint with this whole situation. She was his, and that was simply unacceptable to him that any male would even breathe in her proximity, let alone sleep next to her!

And Nick was the least of his concerns. At least he knew she wasn’t in the least interested in him, and after all- how could she be? When her taste in men was clearly very different. No, what had him worried was the people he didn’t know about. The other rangers she’d be meeting from across the country at this training program. Surely there must have been other specimens, far better than Nick, around her. After all, officers were quite similar to himself in many ways, for the most part. They were in good physical shape, fairly strong, disciplined, adventurous, courageous… And the list went on. Nick was just an exception to the rule, and he knew it.

He imagined her laughing to some other man’s jokes, the way she was when he’d picked up the phone that time, and it made him run his claws into one of his pillows, sending feathers flying everywhere while he lay in bed that night trying, and failing, to fall asleep.

As different as they were, human men did share a lot of his kind’s primal tendencies. They were also heavily driven by their sexual urges, and Y/N was very attractive. On top of that, she was intelligent, empathic, funny. And she had a very strong character. Quite an unique career for a woman to choose, very physical and challenging. She was ambitious and independent. He knew she was a catch, for any man. Of course, she’d have men fawn all around her. And when men saw something they liked, they acted on it. Just like his kind.

Just like he’d done.

Harry felt like laughing sardonically at the way he’d thought the rings could ever deter someone from trying their luck with her. If she’d have shown those rings to him and told him her boyfriend gave them to him he’d have just laughed it off and tried to steal her away anyway. And he wouldn’t have stopped till he’d made her his.

“I’m yours, remember?”, he replayed the way she sweetly told him that just before kissing him at the airport. He tried very hard to remember. Had it not been for the project he was about to undergo back there, he’d have flown to her no matter what. He felt like he was sitting there with his arms crossed while some schmuck was trying his luck with her at any given time.

He’d never felt more helpless. And that was not a feeling he’d ever experienced before.

The following day, after a meeting with a few from his council, he met up with Archie at the first house. It was far nicer than the one he’d seen the previous day, but it still wasn’t quite right.

Harry’s patience was wearing thin. He’d barely slept a wink that night and if this guy wasn’t going to deliver, he didn’t know how he’d handle it; all he knew was that it wouldn’t look good for the agent. He didn’t have time to waste. He needed to get everything done by the time she got back. He needed it to be perfect.

The second house had the most beautiful back garden with flowers, trees, bushes, high privacy fence with vines all over. And the interior was even nicer. High ceilings and wood beams, big windows overlooking the back garden, wide plank wood floors, a chef’s kitchen that rivaled his own at the preserve, a spa master bathroom, and the master suite was to die for. Harry wasn’t one to exaggerate how he felt about something.

Archie even told him the master suite was to die for. And Harry agreed. He could put blackout curtains along the sitting area and fit the biggest bed right in the middle. He envisioned what it would look like with Y/N lying in there on the bed, naked and smiling and motioning to him to come to her.

“Okay. This is the one. How much?”

Archie paused his speech and turned around, “Really? Uh… okay! Well, let’s go downstairs and crunch some numbers. I’m gonna make a call and since you’re paying cash I bet we can knock off a bit from the asking.”

Harry was ready to kill someone. He was paying in cash but the bank still had to verify where the funds were coming from. So he couldn’t take possession until a few days later when he was able to provide a document for proof of where the money was coming from (thanks to Niall’s help with that - something else Harry was clueless about).

He used the time to get Y/N’s apartment cleaned, the carpet replaced, torn and broken furniture removed, and many of her items that were untouched packed and ready for her to move in with him, should she want to. After all, this was the scope of this whole project. And if she wasn’t ready for that step yet, at least she’d have a clean, re-furnished place to come back to- he’d made it even nicer than before, but was careful not to overdo it. After all, he didn’t want to shoot himself in the leg with it.

Once he got the green light on the new house, though, he went into it full force.

Y/N was a little worried at the way Harry had been short with her on the phone for the remainder of her trip. He always seemed like he was in a hurry to get off the phone with her. It didn’t sit well with her and she was beginning to feel insecure. Maybe the time away from him was a bad idea, or he’d found someone else, or maybe lost interest? She couldn’t understand it; and so when she called him the day before she was due to fly home and got his voicemail, she felt her heart sink. He didn’t call her back. And so she half expected that he wouldn’t be there to pick her up at the airport the following day.

She was tempted to mention to Nick that she might need a ride but didn’t want to speak that into existence. And she didn’t need Nick making any comments either. Plus she still had hope that he’d be there, waiting for her like he said he would.

Harry was pleased with the furnishings he had brought in and arranged. He directed the interior designer on where he wanted things because he was far too particular about it. And he could hear the disappointment in Y/N’s voice when he told her he had to get off the phone. Which pained him, but he was doing all this for her. He couldn’t wait for her to return to see what he’d done for her.

He had Niall over to show him around and celebrate getting everything done in the nick of time (pun unintended). Harry had cooked something in preparation for Y/N's return in the state of the art new kitchen and he was absolutely thrilled about it. He gave his nephew his share and then set the table for himself and his friend, going over all the obstacles he’d faced to see this project come to light in such a small amount of time- without abating from quality and all the things he’d envisioned for this house when he’d set out to buy one in the city.

Niall had reluctantly returned to his apartment the morning Y/N left for her trip. There was no reason for Harry to use his place anymore when he could easily drive into town from the preserve. In addition to that, he got to take care of some of the pack responsibilities he’d been neglecting. As it turned out, Niall had thoroughly enjoyed his stay at the Peregrine. Maybe a little too much based on the bill Harry received for everything.

Calling his nephew into the room after they’d finished eating (he’d wandered off once he’d finished his own serving), he informed his friend, “You’ll watch Edward for me tonight. I have to go pick up Y/N and then I’m going to show her the new house.”

“Oh so this is the real reason behind this celebratory feast, eh? You’re hoping you’re gonna get lucky?” Niall elbowed him, wiggling his eyebrows.

Harry rolled his eyes but downed a glass of water in large gulps. Was he ever.

Harry stood at the spot where Y/N would be exiting the terminal with all the other people waiting for their friends or loved ones. At Niall’s suggestion, he bought her a lavish yet tasteful bouquet of flowers and had even handpicked some wildflowers he knew she’d enjoy. He was holding them at his side when he saw her walking hastily with her carry-on being rolled behind her.

She had a small frown on her face and she looked disheveled. Harry hoped everything was okay. He waved as she walked toward him but she hadn’t yet seen him in the crowd. So he stood up straight (he had a tendency to hunch his back a tiny bit when he was standing near humans so as to blend in a bit), and stepped away from the balding man who stood in front of him.

The moment her eyes landed on his dark curls she brightened. Her face lit up and she hurried toward him, “Harry!... You came!”

Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple, “Of course I did. Said I’d be here.”

Y/N backed away so she could look up at him, “Yeah but you didn’t call me back last night. And you’ve been so busy on the phone the last few days I thought… I don’t know… just wasn’t sure you’d be here. I’m so happy you are, though!” She threw her arms over his shoulders again just as Nick walked by, with Lindsy behind him.

Harry smirked at the scowl on Nick’s face and nodded to Lindsy as he picked up Y/N’s carry-on, “Sorry. I was a bit caught up with something. I’ll show you. Come.”

Y/N told Harry all about her training and the new people she met. She seemed to have really fun and that made Harry happy. He was mostly silent all the way until finally, Y/N took a break to catch her breath; she was so overjoyed that he was there and he was still hers.

“So, what have you been doing? What’s had you so busy?”

Harry grinned and turned to look at her before putting his eyes back on the road, “You’ll see. It’s a surprise. It was a lot of work and it kept me occupied but I think you’ll understand once I show you.” He remembered her telling him she enjoyed surprises.

“I’m excited to see what this surprise is… and- where’s Eddie?”

“He’s at Niall’s for the night.”

When Harry got into town and he started driving to an area that was not where she knew his apartment to be, she began to grow more anxious. But when he pulled into a sprawling home with a lovely front yard and big wooden double doors and lots of windows she scrunched her brows and looked over at Harry in confusion.

But then she spotted his convertible that she recognized, along with a few others that were equally stunning in the driveway, and realization was slowly dawning on her.

“What is this, Harry?”

“I bought it,” he gestured around them. “That’s what had me so busy.”

Harry carried her bag into the house before she could react to the news, and Y/N followed silently behind, looking around and then stopping once inside to take it all in.

“You… bought a house and by the looks of it had it furnished and decorated? All in a matter of days? But how?”

“Oh… I have my ways. But yeah… this is it. Take a look around. I think you’ll really love the back garden the most.”

And Y/N did love it. It was gorgeous. All the small architectural details, the rich woods and the beautiful light that came in, built-in shelving, and a kitchen she just couldn’t get over. And the back garden was a little oasis right in town. It wasn’t too big but it was magical and lush.

She’d always known Harry was well-to-do, but this was really exceeding her estimation. By a long shot. Especially to be able to buy a house in such a small span of time, that was quite unheard of. She realized she still had no clue what exactly Harry did for a living.

Harry took in her state of shock, but he knew she was processing it all. He knew she’d have questions for him, more than before, after seeing the house. But he was ready to answer all of them. He had it all figured out. All those lonely nights he’d put to good use coming up with a solid plan, instead of allowing jealousy to eat at him.

He finally led her to the bedroom, showing her the bathroom first. She could imagine soaking in the huge tub and lazing her day away in there. But the bedroom was amazing just the same. Harry had a massive bed installed. A sitting area with windows overlooking the garden…

Harry held his breath in anticipation as she walked around the master bedroom in awe of what he’d done in such little time, but then she stopped in her tracks.

Hung above the walnut dresser, she saw the framed picture of herself with her family and her certificates next to it. The very same she kept hung over her own dresser back at her place.

She put her hand over her mouth and felt herself get emotional. He’d hung her pictures. In his bedroom.

She wasn’t sure what it meant and she didn’t have time to consider the implications, but it stirred something deep inside of her.

The whole day had been a rollercoaster, really. She’d originally been setting herself up to be disappointed in case he didn’t show up to pick her up from the airport - which had fouled her mood completely. But then when she saw him with the beautiful bouquet of flowers… and now all of this? With her pictures and certificates hung, something so sentimental and dear to her… she was overcome.

She felt him walk in closer to her from behind, and then rest his chin over her shoulder. Her eyes welled up when she heard him murmur, “Maybe we can keep them there for good?”

Chapter 9

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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Can i request the SFW letter B for Hotch? How would he be as a best friend?🥹

request a letter of the alphabet for your favorite character!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

that's so cute :(( i love best friend hotch !! non bau!reader version:

let me set the scene for you. this guy in a crisp suit always comes into the sandwich shop that you work at on fridays. he misses some, and when you ask him the next time, he says he was away on a business trip, but every. friday. this man comes into your shop and orders between 6-10 sandwiches. most are orders you've memorized, then some disappear and new sandwich orders take their place. but his is always the same, and he always makes polite conversation with you while you're making him 10 personalized sandwiches which takes a hell of a long time. he gives you the name aaron for his order, and you correctly assume it's his. then one day you see him on a saturday. huh?? this man does not belong in here on a saturday !! friday is his day !! he gives you a sheepish little smile, like he knows he should not be having 2 sandwiches from your shop this close together, but he's got a little boy with him and he scoops him up to help the kid see the add-ons he can get to his sandwich. now this guy's always been nice to you, but he looks like he could kill you, and now he's got this little boy tucked tight in his arms, and aaron's reminding him that he doesn't like bologna, that he didn't eat it the last time he packed it in the boy's lunch for him, so he shouldn't get it now. and it's all so domestic and perfect and when he comes in the next friday you have to ask. you find out that yes, that's aaron's son, and he actually usually comes in to get his work friends a lunch every week !! and man is that sweet :')) eventually you guys just chat so much that you know personal details about each other, although he can never give you a straight answer when it comes to his job, for some reason. either way, you look forward to your little friday meetups with sandwich aaron, and sometimes he brings his son along on the weekends <3

bau!reader version:

the job is what got you close. one of you had the inevitable 'i can't do this anymore' breakdown about a case, and the other comforted them. if it was you, aaron offered to spend time outside of work with you. if it was him, you did the same. and you got comfortable with each other, you started texting him things to show to jack, he started texting to ask if you wanted that coffee that you can never find at the grocery store, because he found some at target and he'll spot you the cash just so that you can have your morning cup. eventually you're taking your lunches together, you're carpooling to work, you're having movie nights, you're teasing him without the fear of being fired. he seems like an acts of service kinda guy, so expect all of your manual labor to be done by him. you just bought a new bedframe? yeah, aaron's on the floor screwing it together right now. your light switch made a weird noise? don't use it until aaron can take a peek inside. is he an electrical engineer? no. is he gonna try and fix it anyways? yeah. in return please make sure that he eats something every once in a while, he tends to forget.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

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can u do aaaaa joel x reader fic where reader comes back from a long and hard patrol (they r in jackson) and reader takes a shower and Joel just knows something is up so he joins them?? not rlly smutty but more like fluff or hurt/comfort u know

hiii sorry it’s taken so long </3 i hope u like it 🫶 | 0.6k of fluff

It’s taken you and Joel a while to get to where you are. To Jackson, to letting yourselves be together, to knowing each other as well as you do out loud.

It was years of living in the same QZ, of becoming reluctant partners in smuggling, of agreeing to take Ellie across the country, of stolen glances and cuddling with the excuse of needing body heat. Years of falling in secret until it couldn’t be avoided anymore.

Now, you’re all in Jackson, you’re all as safe as you can be, and it’s not a secret anymore. You share a house with Joel, share a bedroom, a bathroom, a life, really.

You’ve gotten used to the routines in Jackson. This time, the patrol was different, a couple of clickers spotted closer than you’d expected, close enough to touch you. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

They’d been taken care of, you and your patrol partner unharmed, but it weighed on you nonetheless. The thought that you’ll never really be safe. So, when you got home, you headed straight to the bathroom to shower.

Joel heard you come in, he listens for it every time you leave. He heard you skip your boots off, head up the creaky stairs. Then, the shower running. It was an easy choice to follow the noise.

Now, he’s stepping into the bathroom, your clothes from the day tossed on the ground, the mirror starting to fog from the warmth of the shower. And again, it’s an easy choice to join you.

Joel’s used to you greeting him with a hug and a kiss when you come home, used to the smile on your face that you get when you see him, one that makes his heart stutter. Today was different.

He pulls back the shower curtain once he’s stripped, and you hear it, and you know it’s him, but you stay facing the water.

Your favorite pair of arms wraps around your waist, your back tugged to Joel’s chest, his lips falling to the top of your shoulder to push a kiss into your skin.

You don’t have to say a thing, he knows what you need, how to be there for you.

“Hi, honey,” he says against your shoulder. “Tough day?”

Your hands hold his arms to your stomach, like you’re trying to soak in the comfort they provide, scarred skin a reminder of all you’ve survived together.

“Yeah.” Joel lifts his head and hooks his chin over your shoulder as you speak. “Some clickers tore a bit of the fence. They’re gone now, and the fence is being fixed, but it scared me, you know?”

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay, Joel.” You twist in his arms, the water now hitting your back, your eyes finding his, brown eyes soft in a way they never used to be. “I guess I just forget that we’ll always be at risk, no matter where we are.”

“We’ve made it this far.” Calloused fingertips push a strand of wet hair from your cheek. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

Joel’s never been one to say too much, but you can tell by the way he says it that he means it. He says enough with the way his hands run up and down your sides.

“I know, Joel.” You drop your forehead to his chest, your hands pressed to his back. “I know.”

It’s the best he can ask for; you knowing that all he wants to do is take care of you, that it’s built into him to protect you. You know him well enough to know that his love is woven into it.

Joel Miller protects the ones he loves, and you’re no exception to that. If anything, you’re the first he’ll worry about.

He stands with you in the shower as long as you need, and even afterwards, he’s only ever a step behind you.

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☢｜tamaki x reader. 2,4k words. sorry this is so late i literally forgot to post it last week anw the next n final part is coming in 2 weeks while i work n post some other stuff hehehe

“mum?”

“yes, love?”

“how did you not lose it when you realised dad was going away for good?”

that was the first thing you’d asked your mum on a saturday morning after waving her good morning. needless to say, the woman was taken aback to hear this question from you. she knew her daughter never asked about her parents’ divorce, not wanting to dissect those wounds.

it took her some time to come up with a response.

“i had you to look after.” she lied, not looking at you and instead focusing on her cake. “you kept me going.”

“but how was i helping in that situation? wouldn’t i make it worse?” you pressed on. if there was one thing your mum knew about you, it was that you were weirdly emotionally intelligent for a teenage girl.

she frowned, putting down the fruit she was decorating her cake with, and sighed deeply. she didn’t like lying to you.

“well.” she inhaled, “your question is phrased wrong.” she finally looked you in the eye. “because i did lose it. but before i was too far gone, i got back up. i couldn’t have you suffer like i did.”

the conversation replayed over and over in your head for the following week back to school. you wondered if heartbreak ran in the family. while not knowing much about your parents’ separation, you knew your grandparents also had a bad history. maybe love was just something the gods didn’t want to bestow upon your bloodline.

tamaki’s visit had, surprisingly, not been very pleasant. partly because your sickness made you… well, sick, and partly because tamaki was distracted the whole time. he’d brought you commoners’ food (haruhi’s recommendation), along with some more commoner candy ‘to sweeten your mood’ (what haruhi’s dad would take to work, according to haruhi). oh, and of course, you can’t forget how he would glance at his phone every so often. you ignored it at first, figuring out it’s the host club group chat, but your patience had its limits.

he’d come to your house, to check up on your health - his friend. supposedly. had you already been demoted to client status? well, you had the entire week to think about it as you rested.

during that time, tamaki seemed to reach out a bit more than usual, and once more, you believed he cared. you believed he realised you were important to him, even if your feelings weren’t exactly reciprocated.

and once again you’d been wrong.

because as time passed and you started making weekly appointments again, you began to feel that something was off. what exactly it was you couldn’t tell, but your gut was telling you to be suspicious. ‘suspicious of what, or who? tamaki?’ you didn’t like that feeling one bit.

no matter how many times he screwed up and misunderstood or failed to satisfy you in a host-client setting, you couldn’t give up on him. your mum’s words echoed in your ears, reminding you that men are a waste of time, that they just suck the soul out of you, that they’re not worth the heartbreak — but you were weak. and especially weaker than your mother. she disagreed, of course, but what did she know?

time seemed to start flowing normally again, tamaki wasn’t distant, haruhi and you never spoke to exchange more than greeting words, and your obsession was flourishing once more. you’d shower the halfer with gifts, spending a stupid amount of money — which the host club’s “mum” greatly appreciated — and you didn’t regret it one bit. everything was going smoothly, except for that tiny voice in your head.

it wasn’t until one of the host club’s organised excursions at the beach when your gut proved to be right. you wore your favourite swimwear for tamaki, and his compliments became straight up electricity up your spine. and just as you went to flirt with him like always,

“yo milord don’t forget about y/n’s gift today!” a familiar voice echoed by the palm trees. you could immediately tell it was hikaru, but you didn’t really understand what he meant. ah! perhaps they were expecting you to bring tamaki a gift again? well, you did, but this one felt a bit more personal so maybe you should tell him not to talk about it with the hosts— “even if it’s something stupid again, you ought to thank her for—”

the twins emerged from the bushes only to see you standing by the corner, hidden by the wall from their previous view. tamaki stood there, next to you, frozen. his facial expression almost screaming at the ginger to shut up but he’d been too late.

you furrowed your eyebrows at the two boys before turning your head to that stupid boy you were head over heels for.

“what?” you asked, obviously confused. but it didn’t take long to understand the situation.

tamaki thought your gifts were stupid, and he discussed it with his friends. and none of them thought to tell you. at least that's what the situation told you.

for what reason? well it could be a) manners or b) they didn’t care enough to.

but jokes on you because it wasn’t any of the above, it was c) they had to keep you happy because your mother asked for a favour. the favour being to make sure tamaki didn’t abandon you.

well, that’s not exactly what tamaki said when he pulled you to the side to explain, but it’s what the twins confessed to when you started poking for the truth.

you were more than disappointed with the news, your gut feeling now transferring to your throat and making it so tight you couldn’t get any words out, so you returned to your beach bed, dragging it away from tamaki’s. but the universe seemed to really hate you that day.

“miss l/n, is everything okay?” haruhi’s ever-annoying voice reached your ears and all you wanted to do was turn around and strangle her small little neck until it snapped. it was her fault. it was because of her that the boy you swore would become your boyfriend before graduation would no longer be apart of that plan. her. her, that stupid bi—

“i’m fine haruhi.” you smiled at her and continued dragging your bed across the sand to get away from this madness. you didn’t bother with any formalities.

“do you need help? i could bring your things so you don’t—”

“for fuck’s sake will you shut up?!” you snapped, raising your voice at the host. she didn’t say anything, just nodding and bowing before leaving. thankfully nobody else had been around to witness the scene, or you would’ve been involved in ouran gossip. only gods know how tiresome that is.

tamaki didn’t come to talk to you after that, you wanted to believe he wanted to and the hosts told him to give you space, but at this point you gave up all hope. he wanted haruhi, some cross-dressing nobody, a commoner, and you could do nothing about it.

the bracelet you had in your bag stayed there, and there it would remain for the rest of your trip. you’re kind of glad you never got to give it to him, at least it saved you the embarrassment of possibly being ridiculed by a bunch of boys calling themselves “hosts” with no shame.

but you guessed you were the one who should be ashamed; for wanting a host — a man notorious for seeing women as bank accounts.

when you went back home, you didn’t talk to your mum about the twins’ confession. sure, you were angry, but you knew she just wanted you happy. as for tamaki, he’d texted you a couple times but you knew if you called him you’d just burst into tears, so you went straight to bed, not bothering to wash the sand and sea salt off your body.

—

the following month had been… weird. you didn’t bother dropping by the host club anymore. kyouya, expecting this, just sighed and deleted you from the list of clients. he didn’t think you’d come back again after the fiasco at the beach.

haruhi, however, felt bad for some reason. like, okay, yeah, you were a bit more than mean sometimes and yeah, you barely looked at her if not to glare at her to get lost, but you didn’t seem like a bad person. your affection toward tamaki seemed genuine, and your last interaction didn’t sit well with her. it wasn’t the usual glare, eye roll, scoff, avoidant gesture or whatever else you “greeted” her with. this time it seemed more hurt, more… defeated. and she was right. because you’d been defeated.

haruhi had won.

she didn’t know, but she didn’t have to. because at the end of the day, it was all one-sided. one-sided affection, and one-sided dispute.

the twins both had different reactions to this revelation. kaoru (being the emotionally intelligent one) felt guilty for not handling the situation better but hikaru (the… other one) told him not to bother, and that they did what they could. he’d miss having you around, but you were never super close to begin with.

as for tamaki, he didn’t really register what had happened at first. when his hosting routine started again but without you in it, his clients had some questions.

“is it true that you kicked l/n out of the host club?”

“i mean what did you expect, she had it coming after harassing haruhi like that.”

“yeah, i agree. i mean, i understand some jealousy, but wasn’t that a bit too much? it’s not like tamaki’s her boyfriend.”

“i don’t think she was too harsh, but i guess the hosts know better…”

tamaki didn’t know what to make of this. he’d never kicked you out of the club, he thought you’d come back. you always did. if you were jealous, all you had to do was say you wanted more attention and he’d give it it to you. after all, you were a client, you had every right.

wait, what was that?

“whatever do you mean, princess?” he questioned in that melodic voice of his. “haruhi and y/n are on perfectly good terms, we’re all friends here!” he smiled widely and sat his cup down, using his pinky to erase the klank! noise.

“come on tamaki, you don’t have to keep such appearances around us.” one of the clients giggled. “we could all see it. to be honest, i never really noticed her much until haruhi came around.”

another girl continued, “yeah, totally. i hope it wasn’t a repeat of anayokoji, at least.” she rolled her eyes. “she seemed nice… such a shame.”

“i… don’t understand, ladies. what are you saying?” tamaki looked puzzled. the four girls looked back at him and at each other. it was times like these that tamaki showed he was a little dumb.

“tamaki… l/n is totally into you. she’s, like, super jealous of haruhi.”

tamaki didn’t know what to do with this information. he was pretty annoyed when kaoru made fun of him for not noticing until now. and really, he didn’t notice. he was told.

“why do you think our mums got involved? this is what the female sex calls ‘girl issues’, sir.”

tamaki resisted biting their heads off; he had no time for their bullshit. he had to meet with you and apologise, right?

y/n>.< : y/n? can we talk please?

you didn’t respond. neither to that, nor to the other 10 messages he spammed you with. calling you sent him straight to voicemail, and he swore if he heard that damn automatic message voice again he would explode.

why did it happen this way? why were you even jealous of haruhi? did he look gay to you? but then you wouldn’t want him, right? his head was filled with so many questions, until haruhi answered them all with a single sentence.

“don’t sulk too much senpai, it was inevitable that she’d find out about me and get suspicious.” she patted his shoulder, “i guess that’s what happens when you’re a popular boy surrounded by women.”

tamaki’s head rose from his knees, his eyes wide staring at haruhi’s. “wait, what do you mean ‘she’d find out about you’?”

haruhi sighed and sent him a look of pity. “oh yeah, you guys don’t know. y/n’s known about my sex for a while now.” she shrugged. “she saw me changing.”

a light bulb went off in most of the hosts’ heads (wait, i’ve seen this before) before they all glanced at each other in mutual understanding.

“i wish we would’ve gotten closer since we’re both girls and you’re so obsessed with me having female friends, but i would feel horrible if i made her feel sad whenever she’s around me.” haruhi continued.

oh, so he didn’t look gay, you just knew haruhi was also a girl.

but why would you get jealous of his little girl? he was just protecting her like a father would.

“oh will you stop with that crap, milord?” hikaru whined “we all know, there’s no point in denying it anymore.” he stopped when his brother slapped him on the head and they left the room.

“well, club activity’s over. we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” they all waved goodbyes and soon enough so did haruhi, but tamaki just sat on the club couch, thinking about his (very) recent discovery.

so he came to the conclusion:

you like(d?) him → he likes (???) haruhi → you realised and grew jealous → he prioritised her over you → he ended up looking like an asshole.

because he is an asshole.

“guess that’s what happens when you’re just too pretty.” he joked to himself, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t find it funny if you were here.

“mum, why did you and dad divorce?” you finally found the courage to ask the woman when she was relaxing in her bedroom one night. she sighed and looked at you, putting her book to the side and patting the spot on the bed next to her. you got in, looking at her expectantly.

“i didn’t want to tell you this because you were so young. you looked up to him very much.” she gave you a sad smile and caressed your cheek. “your father fell in love with someone else, darling.”

you stayed quiet for a bit, and your mum grew worried. should she not have told you?

“is that why you asked tamaki not to leave me?” you asked and your voice cracked. your mother sighed and apologised, wrapping her arms around you.

“i want you to be happy, y/n. don’t be like me. please.”

maybe love really wasn’t something the gods wanted to bestow upon your bloodline.

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