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jarofstyles · 11 months

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Deep Inside

Wolfrry breeding, as popular demand.

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Warnings: knotting, breeding kink, slight primal play, degradation if you squint

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Harry’s eyes stayed intently on her. Holding a little pup in her lap, cradled carefully on her thighs as she sat against the tree with her fingers stroking back wispy hair. He could hear the soft coos over the crackling fire, their weekly bonfire giving the Alpha pair a chance to bind with their pack and let them feel more secure in their leadership.

Y/N always had a soft spot for the pups, but this was a new baby. A new addition to the pack and the first bonfire for the little one. The mother was happy to hand Y/N her pup. It was a great honor to have the alpha female dote and care for your pup. No one would refuse that. There were whispers that the alpha female of every pack would grant blessings each time the pup was held by her, so no one in their right mind would hesitate to hand them over.

It was even more so with his mate. She was a natural with them. Gentle and soft and her demeanor strong enough to demand the respect she deserved, yet tender enough for the pups to trust and crave her presence. They followed her around and liked to show her their tricks and toys while she happy observed when she had the time. Babies were some of her favorite though.

Harry couldn’t help but selfishly enjoy the sight. Her fingers playing with the chubby cheeks and tickling the little soft tummy, making the baby giggle with joy. Little pudgy fingers grasped her fingers, which Y/N brought to her own mouth to feign eating them with a comical noise. The pup let out a squeal of comical delight, kicking his little legs at the motion.

“You’re incredible, aren’t you? Strong little wolf.” Harry approached quietly, not a sound made as to not disturb his love or the pup in her grasp. “Yes. You are. So strong and fierce, but you must never forget to have a gentle heart underneath the warrior walls. Okay? Your mate will thank you for it. You are to be kind… generous… sharp as a whip.” The baby gurgled in reply, making Y/N laugh. “Mhm… exactly.” Her finger tapped the little nose, watching it scrunch up. “But you see… your Alpha is trying to pretend he isn’t watching me play with you. It’s very distracting for me.”

Damn. He had been caught. A light chuckle left his chest, arms crossed as he emerged from his shadowy hiding spot and leaned against the tree to look down at the baby. The giggles stopped, a wide eyed look taking over the face- but no discomfort. His little legs kicked again, hand raising up as if to point before looking back at Y/N.

“Yes. That is your alpha. The strongest wolf in all of the lands.” She whispered. “One day you will fight beside him to take care of our pack. Maybe you will have another passion as well!” She squeezed his feet. “But he will make sure you are protected until you can protect yourself. Your father, him, all the pack. You are safe!” She cooed, making Harry’s heart grow a few sizes.

“His mother is looking for him.” He murmured to her, looking at the pup. She was, but Harry was feeling very interested in something else right now. “We are needed inside for a moment, my love. Let’s return him and then we can take care of the issue inside.”

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Harry’s energy was big today. Y/N had a feeling she knew why he was crowding her space as they walked inside, excitement stinging her spine and warmth flooding her stomach. His hands had held her hips as he shuffled her towards his office, kicking the door shut behind him as his dark eyes took her in. He was hunting her.

“You know what it does to me.” He whispered, pressing her against the front of his desk. “What it calls to when I see you cradling pups that way. When you… lay there and allow me to watch you do the things I’ve been dreaming about for ages.” He dragged his nails over her sides, catching slightly on the material of her long dress. It was a gauzy material, one of his favorites from how it flowed behind her and made her the ethereal vision she always deserved to be admired as- but he was hating any barrier at the moment.

“It’s tradition, Alpha.” She was baiting his wolf,’knowing damn well what she was doing with those soft eyes and gentle voice. Fingers brushing through his long hair and tugging a bit at the little snares it had gotten,’making him growl. “I’m whispering blessings to babies. Shouldn’t that please you?” Her head tilted to the side, her calculating gaze hot and heavy as she leaned back slightly. “I always try to please you.”

“And you do. You do it so well… but I think it should be time that you do that to our pups.” He grunted, fingers bunching up the thin fabric and pulling it up. “You should be full of me, bred properly like the good mate you are. You should show everyone how taken you are, how good you take my cock. Stuff you full of me, my knot, our children….” He pulled the fabric above her hips. “I need it. I’m done waiting.”

He had been patient. They’d played around- but he was tired of waiting. Y/N was too, or she would have stopped him. But she was wet, dripping down her thighs at his words and the walk back. She had been well aware of his gaze and what it meant. He was going to fill her up to the brim with his cum and make it stick this time, and she ached for it.

“Then stop waiting.” Her finger traced his lip, a little gasp escaping as he caught the tip with his teeth and growled. “Take what you want.” Y/N finished the job, pulling the dress over her head and letting it fall before turning from his grasp and bending over the desk. She knew exactly what she was doing- giving him a mounting position and breaking his last straw.

It didn’t take long for her to feel the bare tip of his cock pressing inside of her. A pathetic whine left her throat, gripping the desk as she felt her cunt begin that stretch she loved oh so much. His prick sliding inside of her inch by inch, his hot breath washing over her back as he pressed wet kisses to her shoulder blades. Lettin mg every little bit of his cock fill her up until his balls were rested snug up against her and she began to squirm, a weak thrust up trying to get him to move.

“Stop.” He snarled, biting down on her shoulder in warning. “Lay there and take my cock like the good bitch y’are.” His voice was so deep, so rough, it had her eyes rolling back into her head. The man was everything to her, every little thing he did making her feel even more desperate. “Got to make sure you’re stretched. You’re soaked but it’s so tight…” he ground into her, curling his hand back around her throat as he arched her up.

“Oh my…. Fuck.” Y/N whispered, panting as she felt him pull out to slam back in, making her jolt over the desk. She never tired of the feeling of his cock taking up every bit of space inside of her body. “I love your cock, Alpha. I love it, I need it. Gimme more? Give it.” She tired to push back against him again, her cunt sweet and soft around his aching length. Harry loved being inside of her and feeling how she reacted to him.

“I’m going to give it all to you, you filthy little thing. Teasing me by being so sweet with the little ones… finally need to give me our own. Need to give you some to grow.” He grunted, beginning his brutal pace. He was on a mission to knock her up, to get her full and make it stick inside of her. It was time to start the breeding process and her body reacted beautifully.

Y/N was pliant under her, whimpering and whining as Harry did what he did best. Aggressive and hot, she let him handle her in the way he needed. Every single movement and bite had her floating, submitting to the Alpha the way the gods intended for her to do. His cock was thick and long, curved just right to hit the spot that had her cunt leaking down his balls. The feral sounds filled the office, her nails scratching marks into the priceless desk while he fucked her rough. His growls were against her ear, soaking up each and every noise his mate made as his cock wrecked her.

“There- there, alpha. Please stay right there, it’s gonna make me cum.” She pleaded, working through the squeal she had met out when he has shifted his hips just so. His filthy mouth was the cherry on top of the rough fuck that brought out the animalistic side of them.

“Just lay there and let me fuck you” he panted into her ear, the vibration of his words making her shiver. “You’re such a good little bitch. Laying out and letting your alpha use your hole the way it’s meant to be used.” He nuzzled against her neck thrusting into her at the deep pace she had begged for. It was a nasty mess in the room. Anyone inside the hall could smell it if they walked past, the scent of their sex and desperation clinging to the walls. The sounds were echoing through the room, the grunts and growls and her sloppy cunt being wrecked by his cock, Y/N unable to keep quiet with her little whines.

“My perfect little mate. You were made for me. Made t’have my children. I want to watch you swell with them… taste your breasts when they leak. I want to make you a mother, my love.” He slurred against her neck, feeling the beginnings of his knot. “M’gonna stuff you full of my knot and my load, make it stick. Get you pregnant and bred up for me the way you should stay. Gonna do it over n’over until it takes. I can’t stand it anymore.” He needed to have her pregnant. It didn’t feel like a want but a need.

“Please, alpha. Please breed me, I want it. I want it so bad, I want our babies, I want…” she sobbed out in pleasure and desperation. “Want to feel full. Want you to own me. Please, please- I feel it.” She said frantically. “I feel your knot, give it to me. Give it to me, put it in, knot me. Breed me, Harry.” She snarled, her nails digging into his wrist as he held her throat. He owned her, yes, but she owned him too.

A roar of pleasure hit the room as Harry caved to his mate’s requests. His knot catching and flaring inside to lock them together as she came all over his cock, her body convulsing slightly under him as she sobbed out his name. She was so full, so overwhelmed as she felt his body cover hers and rock inside as the ropes of cum continued to fill her.

“Give it, Harry. Give me all of it.” She whimpered, a tear dragging down her cheek. “Give me all of your cum. I want it to catch. Want your babies inside of me. Give me the pups.”

“It’s there, my love. It’s there. My perfect little breeding bitch.” He sighed, the pleasure still shooting through him as his cum shot into her in its heavy ribbons. Y/N shuddered under him, feeling every single throb of his cock as she was filled. It was one of her favorite feelings and Harry loved to give it to her.

“I love you. It’ll stick. M’gonna make sure you’re pregnant.” He turned her face to catch her lips, groaning happily into her mouth as her cunt milked his knot for all it was worth. “It’s coming soon. Don’t worry.”

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littlewinnow · 5 months

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An attempt at making werewolf! harry turned into what if they were both idiot werewolves 🌕

#drarry #myart #werewolf!draco #werewolf!harry #the last two panels dont make sense but they make me laugh 😭😭😂#slight nudity

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avocadoguru · 1 year

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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. At Silver Wolf Preserve National Forest, hikers and day visitors are warned to stay on the marked trails. This huge oasis of natural wilderness is like a dream come true for Y/N, the newest stationed forest range officer. A trained survivalist, she can identify species of birds, reptiles, mammals, and plants from sight alone. She knows how to build a fire, climb a tree, make a shelter from only what the forest can provide, and forage for food. As much confidence as she has in herself, she knows the forest, mountains, and wildlife are due respect. That's why when she hears a cry of distress from what appears to be a stray pup, she ignores the procedure and heads out to inspect in off limits territory without wasting valuable time to call in reinforcement, suspecting poachers. What she stumbles upon instead unveils an unexplored depth of the forest under the full moon, one she never would've imagined.

A/N: This fic is co-written by @fkinavocado & @gurugirl, hence @avocadoguru. Make sure to follow us both here and on wattpad as to be notified for updates!

Warnings & themes: 18+ (please NO minors!!!), smut, werewolf x human reader, slow burn, angst, violence, alternate universe (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - updated September 6th

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gurugirl · 7 months

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The Tiffany Club (ongoing)

In which Camille works at an exclusive sex club for high rollersand she runs into a wealthy handsome stranger named Harry twice in one day.When Harry and Camille realize they want to be together can Harry look past Camille's day job?

Don't Stand So Close (Completed Series)

In which Anna has a crush on her best friend's author-dad, Harry Styles, and one day he realizes he feels the same. Nothing good can come of a secret relationship, but nothing good can come from telling everyone the truth either.

The House Maid (Completed Series)

Set roughly in the early 1920s. In which Daisy and Harry both work for the same house and things don’t start out well for them. However, they soon realize they can’t stay apart and find themselves coming together and falling in love but what happens when jealousy and insecurities come between them?

The Queen's Secret (ongoing)

In which young Queen Y/n is married to King Edgar and they find themselves in need of a way to get Y/n pregnant as Edgar is infertile. King Edgar's brother in-law, Prince Harry is selected for the task but the deed is to be kept quiet lest the kingdom find out their dirty little secret. Unsurprisingly, the Queen finds herself falling for the handsome prince and he can't seem to get enough of her either.

Tales From the Modern Incubus (ongoing)

Harry is almost as old as time and he's got a lot to say. But right now he's hunting for the perfect female to carry his heir (as he must do every century). When Harry meets you, a pastor's daughter, he finds himself strangely obsessed with you in every way but you’re a good girl and Harry is definitely not your usual type. Will the handsome demon corrupt sweet y/n?

Lupus Noctis (ongoing)

(links to @avocadoguru blog where you can find this fic!)

Harry is a werewolf & Y/N is a forest ranger - fic co-written with @fkinavocado

Lupus Noctis fan art and this fan art by @tiredinwinter

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Housemate

in which Y/N finds a cheap place to live...

(Werewolf!Harry × Florist!reader)

Masterlist

*****

Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.

You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.

You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.

Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.

Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.

You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.

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Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.

His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.

A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.

His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.

No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.

He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.

He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.

"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.

"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.

He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.

"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.

"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.

He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"

That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-

Woah there calm down.

"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.

"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.

There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.

"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.

Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.

"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.

"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.

"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.

Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.

"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.

You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.

Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.

"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.

"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.

"Welcome to Lone Cottage, Y/N"

*****

Here is my soft puppy boy, istg i love him sm

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lonely-teddy-bear · 2 years

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Could you do an Alpha Harry unintentionally scaring human y/n and now she is scared to go around the pack and nervous with Harry’s wolf? Maybe Harry tried to show her his wolf isn’t always mean an scary? Some fluff?….maybe some smut 😅

A/n: scaring human!y/n is my fave lol hope you enjoy it! NO SMUT IM SORRY. I wanted to keep it nice and sweet :)

warnings: a/b/o dynamic, anxiety/panic attack

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You were on your daily walk, most specifically a walk towards the nearest pack, the one where your dearest friend lived. It wasn’t the first time you had visited the pack and it sure won’t be the last. There wasn’t many humans that were welcomed to packs, it was all with invite only and Harry was the one to invite you.

Harry and y/n had met in a park. They were both young but Harry sensed something about her, he wanted to meet her, know her and so he walked up to her and introduced himself. Y/n knew about werewolves, was not a secret in the world but werewolves only could shift on their own land. It was all to protect the human kind which the wolves thought was bullshit but they didn’t fight against them, didn’t want to cause any problems. Harry and his pack didn’t have much of a problem and yeah there was those that wanted to break the rules but because Harry is an alpha he has set a strict rule on it, so anyone who breaks the rule they would get punished. The woods was the furthest place werewolves could shift but most of the time humans would know before hand in case anyone wanted to take a walk on the trails. It was all strict rules around shifting but it worked for the most part. Since Y/n is one of the few humans that gets to go around the pack without the need to announce herself, walking into the pack was no struggle. Everyone greeted her like always, smiling at her and even some would bow down, still making you confuse as to why they did that.

You were heading towards Harry’s house, not really paying much attention around your surroundings since you have always felt safe. No one has ever bothered to mess with you or tried to scare you in any way. So when two giant wolves appeared out of no where, fighting each other and growling at one another, you screamed. The fear of seeing wolves fighting was one of your fears but seeing one of them looking at you as if you were their next meal was at the top of the list. The only thing that you could think about was to run and to the nearest place, Harry’s house. You didn’t bother to look back, all you did was run all while feeling someone following you.

Arms wrapping around you caused you to almost pass out of fear, screaming so loud and you couldn’t help but to cry.

“Shh, its okay its me. Y/n its me, Harry.”

Harry held you tightly to his chest, his arms holding both of yours pinned to your body while trying to calm you down with hush sounds and light kisses to the top of your head. You tried to stop crying, the small hiccups appearing while you tried to talk and breath at the same time.

“Don’t talk, love. Just relax and take a seat.” You did as told, Harry mostly taking you to the couch on his living room and placing you on your favorite side of the big couch which had a fluffy blanket— which he covered you with. Looking at Harry who was seating on the coffee table in front of you, he looked at you concerned, regret in his eyes. Sniffing and rubbing the blanket over your nose and eyes you took one last big breath and sat up, feeling slightly better. “There was wolves fighting,” you said, your throat feeling dry from the screaming and crying. Harry gave you a sad smile and without a word he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

You were going to ask him what he was doing but saw him walking back with a cup of water. “Here, its cold, I know you don’t like cold water but it’ll help with your nerves and sore throat.” You didn’t quickly drink it because like he said, you didn’t like cold water but drank it after a while just to make him stop looking at you a certain way.

“I’m sorry about that.” You looked at Harry, confuse at what he was apologizing about. “The wolves, that was me and a pack member training. I didn’t know you were coming and when my wolf saw you and heard you scream he thought you were in danger. He didn’t mean to go after you like that, I swear. You should have called me before you came over.”

That’s the thing, you had never called before hand. So after a couple of days later, after purposely ignoring Harry for scaring you, you texted him about going over to his pack, just like he had said. You didn’t want to run into his or someone else’s wolf, let alone get chased by one.

Go to my backyard when you arrive, I’ll see you there. xx

The text caused you to question his intentions, didn’t know what he was up to but obeyed his request. The walk over was no problem but the walk into the pack was scary. You could feel the anxiety and the fear creeping in, looking around the pack waiting for a wolf to jump out and attack you but got to Harry’s place in one piece and full of sweat, hands still shaking.

Walking inside his place you let out your breath, finally relaxing. After many years you had never thought you’d feel unsafe in the pack, in your best friend’s pack but here you are, hyperventilating and regretting leaving your house.

Heading over to the kitchen, slowly walking in order to try to get your heart to relax. Your hands were clammy and you felt tense but knew nothing will happen because Harry knew you were coming over and just like he said, he was outside waiting for you. He was standing in the middle of the yard but he was only in a pair of shorts which confused you for a minute. Opening the door to the back yard, his head snapped up at the sound of the sliding door, a smile appearing on his face which quickly dropped after seeing you tense.

“You okay hun?” Closing the door behind you, you nodded, trying to act as if you were cool with everything.

“I haven’t heard from you, thought you had ran up to the hills this time.” That caused you to chuckle because it was something that you had always joked about, running up the hills if you ever got chased by a wolf. You smiled at Harry and walked closer to him, making him see that you were okay but the little sweat on your nose told another story. “I considered it a few times but I’m here aren’t I?” Harry’s chuckle gave you goosebumps just as anything else he did when you were near, let alone when he was standing in front of you in just shorts, at this point you were probably on the verge of passing out.

“You are, but next time send me a text to let me know you are okay and safe at home. Almost had me go raid your place.” He walked the rest of the way to you, placing his hand on your cheek, causing you to close your eyes and relaxing on his hand. With a whisper he spoke, “but I am glad you are here and not 600 miles away on a beach.” Even in serious situations he tried to make you smile with some silly joke. Opening your eyes you saw Harry looking at you, he was admiring you but you didn’t know why and you didn’t really question him on why he was looking at you the way he was.

“So I actually wanted to show you my wolf.” At the mention of his wolf you pulled away from his hold and shaking your head quickly you started walking backwards towards the sliding doors.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You could already feel the sweat dripping down your neck and your forehead. Your hands were getting clammy and you just felt trapped while you were outdoors, how could that be fucking possible, you thought.

Harry walked up to you quickly, grabbing both your arms in a way to get you to calm down. “Listen, I want you to see it, get to know it. He is not mean, in fact he will be so gentle with you I promise you that.” Its not that you didn't trust him it was that you were officially scared of wolves and it didn't help that you were in their territory, maybe you should have listened to all the warnings that your family gave you when you were younger. Like always you were stubborn and wanted to be friends with everyone, that was one of the things that Harry liked about you, you gave everyone chances.

Your stomach tightened when you saw the facial expression he had. He looked betrayed and he didn't only look like that but he felt hurt because he knew you were scared to get hurt. All he has ever wanted was to care for you and protect you but instead here you are both in a situation that might change things.

That was the last thing that Harry wanted to happen. In fact the only thing that will change between them is their relationship status because he was fucking tired of being just her friend and that is the last thing he needed; lose his mate and best friend.

Fuck it.

Harry's thoughts left his head and figured that showing her his wolf could wait, but he couldn't wait on marking her. Just the way she was standing in front of him, looking scared and vulnerable, it just made him feel some type of way. He needed her now, no more best friend bullshit and she will have to deal with his werewolf side.

Harry moved his hands toward her waist and pulled her to his chest, his breath getting shorter the more he looked at her.

Meanwhile Y/n was feeling nervous, confuse, lost. You didn't know what to do or feel, one minute you were scared and feared that you would be attacked by a wolf and the next moment you are looking into your best friends eyes. The same green eyes that seem to change from green to black. Its as if they were playing a game on who would be decoration his eyes. You had know about the eye color changing, Harry having explained to you right after it had happened for the first time when he had shifted for the first time. Yet, seeing them change this close to you made you look at them with awe, they looked unreal and you just wanted to look at the different colors of them.

“Y/n.” Harry whispered, leaning closer to you but you didn’t really notice because the dark green, almost black eyes had you hostage. The swirls that were going through them were fascinating and enchanting.

“Baby.”

That caught your attention. Harry never called you baby, in fact he would only say love or hun but in a friend way, but baby? Didn’t help that the way he said it was in a way that he sounded desperate. He wanted your attention and even though he already had it, it wasn’t really to his words.

“You never call me that. Why are you calling me that, Harry?”

The close proximity was now obvious to you and your hands were in between both of your bodies, not being able to move away from him.

“I’m calling you that because I have always wanted to call you that. I’ve also wanted to call ya mine but I didn’t want to freak you out.” Mine… those words were something that mates said to their mat-

You quickly shook your head, not wanting to believe what you were thinking, because if you were right, if you were his mate, than that meant you would be loosing your best friend. “You can’t be. Please tell me we aren’t what I think we are.”

Harry’s hold tighten around you, his features darkening. It should have scared you but his eyes were back to green, which comforted you in a way.

“You are my mate, Y/n. You are mine and I want you know that I will never let another wolf, or me, to hurt you. Accept me as yours, as I accept you as mine, Y/n.”

Having come over to just visit him and get over your fears, you didn’t think this was going to be part of the night. Slowly, you raised your hand up to his cheek, caressing it and moving your thumb over his cheekbone causing his eyes to close and lean closer to your hand. He had always done it, lean at your touch, whether it was when you were running your fingers through his hair or hold his arm when walking, he always leaned towards you and you never questioned it.

Looking at his relaxed features, you asked, “why do you always lean towards me?” His glowing green eyes appeared when he opened them, he looked calmed like always. “Because its you who brings comfort and peace to us. You’re like a magnet and we can’t help but to react to that pull. You are what completes us, love.”

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tiredinwinter · 1 year

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"Put some bloody clothes on!" Fanart for @avocadoguru 's Lupus Noctis <3

Wolfrry got me in a chokehold. Please someone send help haha The hat scene in chapter 2 fucking killed me aaaaaaa

Also I guess this is me outing myself as the one wanting to create fanart about the series lol

#im always so excited to post fanart!!!!!!#i hope you like it #harry styles fanart #fanfics make me feel #man i suck at tagging #fanart #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #werewolf!harry #my art #hope everyone enjoys this piece of ass hahahhahahah #i was too shy to give y'all the front view yn gets to keep that to herself hehe

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virgobabe91 · 11 months

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Mountainside

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I have a killer headache and no idea how I got out here naked in the middle of the woods.

My feet are burning cold, they’re covered in what possibly looks like blood with leaves and dirt caked onto them.

My hair was once in a clean braid, I remember that much at least. I was getting ready for bed, fresh out of the shower and too lazy to really style my hair so I dried it enough to throw in a quick braid before bed.

Did I run to the woods naked? I’m pretty sure I had my pjs on when I was braiding my hair.

My body aches and I don’t feel strong enough to even stand as I push myself to my feet. Unsure which way to go I just about start walking before I notice a man walking towards me.

“Hello?” I call out “can you help me I don’t know where I am? I live in Strathmore, can you show me where to go?” I attempt to cover myself with my arms and cross my legs at the knees to cover my lower half.

“Here. Not sure if they’ll fit but Madge will have my head if I take you to her naked.”

“What?!” I ask as I bend to grab at the clothing tossed at my feet. “Who’s Madge? I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know you?”

I move to walk behind a thick tree to my left as I try to get dressed as quick as possible. A black long sleeve men’s shirt, no bra, and dark grey sweatpants, but no underwear is all he gave me.

“No socks?” I ask unamused.

“Be grateful I gave you anything. Now follow me, I’ve been waiting for a while now for you to wake up”

He turns and starts walking briskly and I’m stood there wondering if I follow him or not. I mean I guess I have no choice, I’d probably die in these woods if I try to make my way home. Even standing here I’m sure something will come along and chomp on me before then, I start walking, hoping I don’t lose him as he doesn’t seem to slow down.

After what feels like a good twenty minute walk the man stops before a small cave entrance carved into what looks like the beginning of a mountain. He waves his hand over some ruins above the cave and then walks inside. Again I don’t know where I am, so I follow him inside the cave.

There’s soft gravel that lines the walkway and inside the cave, small torches seem to line the inside down a tunnel.

We soon come to an end and I’m met with a beautiful sight. A crater shaped dip is hidden away by surrounding mountains and a village is slightly below us as he begins to lead me towards it. Tiny homes and large canvas tents are lit up, almost in a circle shape. the night sky is dark yet bright and every star in the sky seems to be out as a full moon lights our path towards a larger house, beautiful dark stained log house with a large circular window overlooking a porch is in view as the strange man points to the house “go there and knock on the door” he then turns and walks away.

“Wait, where are you going? Whose house is this?” I whisper before the large oak door clicks open.

“Hello, I’ve been waiting for you, come on in and get warmed up.”

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She is quick to make an excuse for the rude stranger as she welcomes me inside, pats me on the shoulder, then sits me down at a circular turquoise stained wooden kitchen table.

“Please excuse Harry, he’s a bit of a angry fellow. Has a good reason though I suppose, the love of his life died 4 years ago.”

The woman moves across the kitchen as she gathers a few items in her arms. Homemade sourdough bread, butter, and whatever is warming on the stovetop is scooped into a bowl she serves me. “Do you drink tea my dear?” I nod my head yes.

“Okay, I like to get to the point and rip the bandaid off quick, it’s the easiest way to get through the shock. My names Madge, you can call me aunty though, everyone here does. Eat and we can talk some more while we get to know one another.” After a tiny bit of reluctance I’m quick to reach across the table and graciously accept the food placed in front of me, I have such a deep hunger, feels like what she put on the table isn’t enough to fill me up.

“Why am I here?”

“How about we start with your name so I can better address you?!”

“Sorry, My names Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, you’re here because it’s a safe haven for our kind. I had Harry find you because I sensed you changed and I wanted to bring you here before something bad could happen to you.”

I dip the bread into the soup and take another bite before I stop and realize what she said. “what do you mean our kind?”

Madge purses her lips slightly. “Do you believe in the supernatural? Like witches, warlocks, vampires, sirens…werewolves?”

“I think it’s all movie magic, nothing like that could ever be real.” I chuckle as I scrap the bowl clean. Madge is quick to grab my bowl and refill it before she continues.

“Well my dear, it’s all real. Every last bit of it. This village you’re in is a hideaway for all magical folk. Mostly werewolves occupy here. Although we have the occasional witch or vampire residing in one of the cottages.”

I take a look around her cabin and notice the many Paranormal trinkets lining the walls and placed on top of cabinets, shelves, and tables.

“How do I know you’re not messing with me?”

Madge smiles and lifts her finger to point towards the tea kettle as it begins to steam on the cast iron stove top. The kettle whistles that it’s done and I watch as she drags her finger to move the kettle to the counter where she pours us both some hot water into our mugs she filled with tea leaves earlier.

I watch her smirk as she then twirls her finger and the honey and tea spoons are flown over from the shelf above the sink and they dance their way towards the middle of the table between us. Two hot mugs soon join as they settle gracefully unto the tea plates next to either of us.

“How did you do that?” I ask in awe.

“Well I’m a witch my dear, I take care of everyone here with my enchantments. Without me, our little area would be found by the humans. The ruins you passed on your way in here keep us out of sight from non magical folks, to anyone else we’re just a regular short cave system for them to graffiti and explore.

“What’s my place in all of this? I mean, I don’t understand why I was able to pass through the ruins?” I cup my tea with both hands as away to hide my shaking hands.

Madge stands up and pulls a large viridian coloured book from the top of her book shelf.

“This will explain better than I can. For now all I can tell you is that you shifted and I felt it. That’s why I sent Harry to find you.”

“Shifted?” I whisper as I start to thumb through the pages of the heavy book, This thing has to be at least 800 pages.

“Yes. I can sense when someone turns, I’ve been here just over 200 years now. I take care of the folks in this area. As the eldest of my coven I’m in charge of all the werewolves and supernatural that come in and out around this area. Well not the rogue ones. They’re not welcome here.”

“So I’m a supernatural being is what you’re telling me?”

“A werewolf to be exact!” She smiles.

“A werewolf? As in I howl at the moon and eat people?” I huff out. There’s no way I could eat a person I barely eat red meat as it is, Although I won’t say no to a medium rare steak.

“We won’t know what you present as for a while, sometimes it takes a few weeks, and for others around a year, but for now you’re safe here, you can have a room to yourself upstairs although I don’t like having alphas stay here, I don’t need their aggression messing up my home.”

I flip through the book and read small blurbs as Madge cleans the bowl and mug in the sink then dish rack.

“I’ll boil some water for a bath. You’ll sleep better when you’re clean and I’ll lay out some clothing for you that will be more comfortable than those rags, Harry knows better than to give guests such dirty mangy items.”

Madge leads me upstairs and points to her left “bathroom” then then right beside it “guest room, or your room” she flips the switch and the room lights up a pretty coral pink, very 90’s inspired decor with seashells and dried flowers decorating the walls.

She runs the copper claw foot tub, “there’s no hot water here, we boil our water the pipes will warm up in the spring and summer but autumn and winter we’re on our own”

She hands me a towel “I’ll set your night gown and clothes on your bed, take your time and I’ll wake you in the morning.”

“I tried waking her all morning, but I know she’ll be tired for a while still. Her first shift and learning everything will take a toll on her the first couple days. Could you pass me the garlic powder?”

Henry helps Madge with cooking the Sunday supper whenever he’s free and she’s always grateful for the help. Some Sundays she’s cooking for over 80 people so having a strong fella is definitely appreciated.

“I could try if you’d like? I’d like to meet her”

Henry offers as he lifts the bags full of potatoes from the wheelbarrow to the large wooden table.

“I’m sorry but no, I want her to feel safe here and having a strange man wake her up may not help. Just be patient she’ll be down sooner or later.”

Supper time starts at 7 pm when Madge is hosting. But of course Y/N doesn’t know that so when she tiptoes down the stairs she’s met with almost everyone, sat in their own spots throughout the house, in the community staring at her. Thankfully she’s no longer in the night gown Madge set out for her last night.

“Come Y/N, it’s a perfect time to meet everyone.” Madge stands and puts her hands on both of Y/N’s shoulders as she guides her to an empty seat at one of the tables in the dining room.

“Here you are, everyone! I’d you to welcome Y/N into our home. She shifted for the first time last night and is still taking this all in so please be patient with her and help her with any questions she may have.” Madge announces as she pushes my chair in. “Here Y/N on your right this is Niall, and your left is Henry.” I smile nervously to both of them before I noticed a familiar face. Harry is sat on the opposite side of the long table to the left of me. He gives me a once over then continues to stuff his face. Madge continues point and introduce me to other people around the table and other tables or chairs put in odd places throughout her house. almost everyone is kind in their greetings, some of them run up to me and pull me into a hug with a promise to be right there if they need me. Which I guess is nice in a way and I appreciate how they’re so accepting of me but I still really just want to go home.

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Madge sends me for a walk outside after dinner. I offered to help with cleaning up after everyone was finished but she gave me some sneakers to wear and shooed me outside.

I probably did a couple laps around her house before I ran into Niall who was just leaving Madge’s place.

“Not sure where to go? scared you’ll get lost?” He questions with a joking manner.

He seems to be friendly so I nod and walk closer him. “Not so much scared to get lost just not sure where I’m allowed to go? Can I walk anywhere here?”

“I can show you around. What’s your name again?” I smile and offer a handshake before I reply. “Y/N”

“Alright Y/N I’m Niall it’s a pleasure to meet you! How long have you had the gift?” He shakes my hand.

The gift? Is that what they call it? My body is so sore I want to dip myself into a ice cold lake and never come up and they call it a gift? “I don’t really know, I changed the first time last night I guess…”

“Oh well a newbie, we haven’t had one of those in a while, actually I think I was the last ‘newbie’ to join here must be 10 years ago I think” Niall smiles as he begins walking. He talks more about himself as he leads us west of Madge’s property, I’m careful to watch my surroundings so I don’t get lost and I can find my way back if needed. Niall explains how when he turned he was bitten by an female alpha outside the movie theatre, thought his date was kinky for biting so hard but then woke up naked in the woods like I had.

“Been here ever since. Don’t think Ill ever live anywhere else though it’s such a beautiful area.

I hum along as he leads me to his cabin. A perfectly square log cabin with a creek running beside it he says it leads to the lake on the far east end. “We use it to flood the farms for a faster irrigation and such” he explains as he pulls out two reclining lounge chairs and sets them for us to sit. “Want anything to drink? I think I have some Italian soda, tea, or water?” “Oh a tea sounds nice thank you”.

After Niall served us tea, we sat in the lounge chairs and I looked up at the night sky thinking of any questions I couldn’t ask Madge.

“So when can I go home?” I question.

Niall purses his lips and sighs “I’m not sure really, I think it depends on your condition”. “my condition?” I sat forward puzzled. Niall smiles “I mean, you only just changed. When I first transformed, Madge had me stay a couple months until I figured out my cycle.”

I sit back in my seat and look back up to the night sky “I can’t be gone for that long I have a cat that needs me and if I’m gone for too long he pees on my bed out of spite! And my job? I can’t lose my job my apartment is too much since my roomie moved out.” Do these guys even go online? Should I mention my online job?

“Whoa whoa Y/N don’t think about it too much, I’m sure Madge can send some of us to get your stuff. As for your job I’m sorry but I doubt you’ll be able to keep it especially until you figure out your cycle. I get that you’re worried, I worked construction and had to quit but I’m much more happier being the groundskeeper here it doesn’t pay nearly as much but I’m happy. We’ll find you a job here as well something that suits you”

We sit and chat some more about Niall and his life here and what he was like before he changed.

“”Hey Ni what are you doing tom- oh. You’re here” Harry walks up to us.

“I’m just leaving actually” I pronounce as I get up and fold my lounge chair and place it back beside the house like Niall had it. “Hey Y/N you don’t need to leave just yet, this was nice we can continue” Niall grabs onto my shoulder.

“No I should go, plus Harry here doesn’t seem to be a fan of me”

Harry turns away from us as Niall offers a hug and to walk me home but I decline and walk back towards Madge’s house.

“What’s your problem with her? She’s brand new here there’s no way you two got off to a bad start” Niall questions as he grabs the mugs and walks into his cabin. Harry follows behind “she feels like she’s trouble. Anyways, Madge wants us to go into the city and grab a couple things, some groceries and plumbing tools she lent out her tools again and no one’s returned them so she’s just going to buy new ones.” Niall turns to Harry and claps him on the shoulder. “Hey that’s perfect! Y/N needs some things picked up from her place I can get those for her then too, are we going to Strathmore?”

Harry puffs out his chest, “why do you want to help her? You like her or something?”

Niall chuckles “yeah I think I do, she seems like a nice girl. Worth trying anyways eh? How often do we get a single female werewolf in these parts?” Harry rolls his eyes and heads out the front door “I’m not interested. But I heard Henry is, so be ready for a fight if it comes to it. She’ll probably end up being another beta anyways omegas are rare so don’t get your hopes up to high, or go thinking you guys have an actual future together.”

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So I ended up changing lot of original beginning storyline I had planned out, but I have a better idea of where to go from here.

Also I wrote this on my phone in my notes app. Turns out I hate using a laptop lol so I sold it.

Chapter 2 will contain some smut, still unsure which male it’ll be though.

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fkinavocado · 1 year

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She went there when she had her days off, or when things were particularly slow and she could take a longer break. She especially loved going there towards the end of the day, so she could enjoy her unobscured view of the majestic sunset.

And since she was alone and she knew none of her colleagues would be patrolling that area, and no hikers would walk in on her, she would skinny dip.

Walking into the water she slowly got deeper and sucked in a sharp breath when the water reached her waist. Holding her breath she bent her knees and ducked herself under the water to cover her head and then rose from the water quickly and laughed loudly. She loved the feeling of the cold water covering her limbs and shocking her system.

She waded deeper and began to swim, kicking her legs and propelling her arms as she glided in the water, already feeling her stress melt away.

She loved swimming, having grown up doing this as a pastime in her hometown, and ever since she moved to the big city she’d missed it.

She floated peacefully after doing her usual rounds, taking note of how the sky was beginning to change to her favorite hues of purple and orange as it was approaching sunset. She loved this part of the day the most but especially loved watching it all unfold while she was floating blissfully in the lake.

She was done for the day and was off-duty, so since she was heading back home after this, she could afford to get her hair wet and deal with it later. Whenever she would come there for short breaks in her schedule, she’d make sure not to get it wet though. She didn’t want her colleagues to find out about her little secret and accuse her of slacking on the job.

It was getting a bit chilly though, so she decided to get out of the water and watch the sun go down from ashore.

Turning in the water, she began to swim back in the direction she came from but paused with a jolt and gasped when she saw the man.

It was him.

He was right there, in front of her, his head barely visible atop the waterline, with only his eyes and nose breaking surface.

How long had he been standing there in the water? Watching her. Preying on her.

Did he know? That she’d been to his cabin. Did he know she was onto his secret? Was that why he was there? Was he going to harm her?

She couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard him get into the water. Or seen him, even. He must’ve done it while she was doing her laps.

Suddenly, she was reminded of her nakedness and she felt her whole body flush furiously in embarrassment, despite how chilly it was getting by the minute.

They kept staring at each other until she realized he was slowly making his way toward her in the water. It was barely noticeable that he was moving at all. This guy really gave her the creeps, but for some reason, she couldn’t look away. She could barely see half of his face but his eyes were mesmerizing, they had a strange hold on her. She just couldn’t look away.

She should’ve made a run for it while she still had the advantage, being close to the spot she’d dropped her belongings. She wasn’t armed, since she was off duty for the evening, but she did have her swiss knife and it was definitely better than her bare hands.

Her bare everything.

That was what was keeping her from doing just that - her state of undress. She knew he’d likely seen every bit of her, especially with the way she’d floated toward the end, but she couldn’t get herself to snap out of it. She was risking her life for the sake of her modesty, and even that was a thing of the past.

He eventually got within an arm’s length of her and began circling around her ever so slowly. He reminded her of crocodiles, with their eyes poking out of the water and the eerie, slow way in which they move before suddenly launching at their prey. She was expecting him to pounce on her in a similar fashion, drowning her maybe.

But she wasn’t gonna go down without a fight. She was going to stand her ground and use every tactic in the book she’d learned in military school to try and turn this around in her favor.

She wasn’t gonna show him how scared she was. She wasn’t gonna let him see how he intimidated her. She needed the upper hand. So she broke the silence as she watched him circle around her, making sure her voice didn’t waver.

“Why did you steal the pup back?”

She saw a glint of mischief in his eyes just before he pushed himself out of the water to his shoulders. Her eyes landed on that big, luscious mouth of his again, and sure enough, she saw the hint of a smirk there before his deep voice wiped it off his lips, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, officer.”

“I warned you that if you didn’t come to provide proof of ownership it’s considered a criminal offense. Not only did you not follow through, but you broke into the station and stole the pup back.”

“Am I under arrest then, officer?” He batted his eyelashes at her innocently and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. He was infuriating. Did he think this was funny?

“I have every right to arrest you. You’re breaking more laws than I can count, sir.”

“I’m sure you’re smarter than you give yourself credit.”

She squinted her eyes at him for that little jab, “I’m warning you.”

“Or else, what?” He came impossibly close, rising slightly above her in the water. She could now see he was inked. Quite heavily so. She couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming over his torso, water droplets chasing down his tattoos. Her eyes took a quick inventory of two swallows, one atop each of his pecs, small ones that she couldn’t decipher, and further down, the top of what she could only assume were butterfly wings. “Go ahead. Take me in.” He teased, his voice low.

The innuendo wasn’t lost on her, even in her state of panic. She willed her eyes off his body, but looking straight into his eyes wasn’t any easier. A strand of his slicked-back, long, wet hair was falling over his face, his eyes were piercing right through hers and his heavy panting was accentuating his masculine nose. Just everything about him made her feral. She couldn’t deny her body’s response to him, and it infuriated her to no end to know she was allowing herself to feel this way when her life was in literal danger.

“I know about the cabin.”

It was just a split second, but she didn’t miss the look of surprise on his face. He didn’t know, then, that she’d been there. He didn’t know about the microchip she’d planted into the pup. He couldn’t have known, she’d made sure not to leave any tracks, but then why was he here, stalking her like this, if he didn’t know?

He searched her eyes, probably in an effort to figure out somehow just how much she knew about his dirty little secret, but her shivering seemed to snap him out of his train of thought.

“The temperature is dropping fast; go put your clothes on. You’ll freeze to death.”

She stared at him, taken aback. She hadn’t expected that.

“I’ll do no such thing!”

“Nothing I haven’t already seen,” he raised an eyebrow at her and she furrowed hers.

“You get out first, and turn away.”

“Oh? So you can shoot me when I’m not looking? Not very heroic, is it, officer?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know you know I’m unarmed. Who knows how long you’ve been stalking me.”

He lowered his gaze in between them “Can’t promise the same for myself.” And with that, he proceeded to make his way out of the water. Stark naked, of course. She expected nothing less.

And when he made it to the shore and turned towards her, on full display, she bit her tongue. She definitely had expected less, as it turns out; nothing could’ve prepared her for that.

Whatever happened to cold water shrinkage?

“It’s not polite to stare.”

“Then put some bloody clothes on!” Her voice came off way higher than she’d intended it to.

The man shrugged and, to her dismay, he walked over to her pile of clothes and picked up her ranger hat, placing it on his head.

She couldn’t help but to let out an incredulous laugh.

“I meant, cover up!!”

Harry looked down at his crotch, seemingly completely unaffected by his state of undress. It was as if it was perfectly normal for him to just roam around naked like that in front of a literal stranger. He then grabbed the hat from atop his head and placed it over his groin, holding it there for a beat before letting it fall to the ground.

Y/N’s mouth fell agape, and then the man just shrugged again “Come out, and I’ll make it stay on this time. I promise you.”

Y/N was blushing profusely, so she turned around, more in an effort to keep him from seeing just how much he was affecting her than to give him privacy. “Sir!… Please!”

She heard him chuckle and waited a considerable amount of time for him to get dressed. When she thought it was safe to turn back around, she froze.

The man was gone.

She hadn’t heard him make his way through the greenery at all.

She looked around, but the coast was clear. If she couldn’t see him, it was very unlikely he could see her.

And just as he’d reminded her, it was nothing he hadn’t seen before.

She finally emerged from the lake and rushed to her clothes. Her swiss army knife was still there, nothing was missing.

Except for the mysterious man, who was now aware she knew about his secret. And that sent shivers down her spine, and not from how cold it was getting.

excerpt from Lupus Noctis- Chapter 2

this is a co-written fic by @fkinavocado and @gurugirl and you can read it on our joint account, @avocadoguru ❤️

we decided to post this excerpt from our separate blogs because sadly our joint blog isn't discoverable in search through tags yet :(

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steampunkserpent27 · 1 year

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Wolfsbane

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Meet cute rated: G CW: Werewolf Harry, Potion-Maker Draco, Pre-relationship

It was a terrible idea really, but it was also the best and only one he had. He couldn’t trust anyone else to not rat him out to the Daily Prophet. It was terribly risky, but it was also his safest option. It was extremely ironic. The safety of his future depended on none other than Draco Malfoy. He could only hope that Malfoy would want to pay back the favor that he had done for him, even if only to make them even. He knew how prideful Malfoy was, he should jump at the opportunity. It wasn’t that he had testified for him out of selfish or malignant reasons, he hadn’t ever intended to use it against Malfoy, If that’s what he was doing. But now he had no choice. He hated having to stoop so low, but he was running out of options and time. The full moon would be soon, and he needed Wolfsbane. It was going to be his first transformation, and he was desperate to get his hands on it. He just wasn’t keen on the entire wizarding world finding out that he was a werewolf, which made acquiring the potion not only difficult but dangerous. He hadn’t seen Malfoy in years, not since his trial. All he knew was that he owned a potion’s shop in a back alleyway and was meant to be quite skilled at his job. At least, that was what Hermione had told him. He still didn’t know why she had bothered visiting his shop, but he was grateful for it now. It was a rather small building, something that would be easy to miss, which he found strange. He would have expected to see something as obnoxious and loud as Malfoy was. He took a breath to steady himself, before he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The shop was dimly lit and rather cramped. There was a rack of potions pressed up against the far wall, stocked with all manner of colors, consistencies, and textures. They glimmered faintly, some of them almost glowing in the darkness. To the right of the potion rack was a wooden door, which seemed to lead into a backroom. Smoke and mist were creeping out from under the door, although they fizzled out before they could reach him, leaving a strange, musty stench in the air. He looked around, but he couldn’t find any sight of Malfoy anywhere. “Hello?” “Just a moment.” The voice was familiar, and unmistakably Malfoy’s. There was a brief pause, before the wooden door creaked and swung open. Malfoy stepped into the room, his back turned to him, as he used it to push the door open. He was carrying a crate full of potions, which continued to turn and rotate themselves every few seconds. Malfoy’s content expression vanished, being replaced with shock and disbelief, as he stumbled and tripped over his feet. The potions crashed to the floor, shattering and sending an awful, green puff of smoke into the air, that hissed and wailed all the way to the ceiling, where it finally died with a wheezing groan. Malfoy had grabbed hold of the counter, stopping himself from falling into the mess. He grimaced, rushing forwards to help. “Are you alright?” Malfoy just stared at him. “What are you doing here?” He paused, suddenly feeling out of place. What was he doing here? Giving himself a shake, he cleared his head. “I need potions.” Malfoy sneered, looking him up and down, his eyes cold and guarded. “Why here? There’s plenty of potion shops on Diagon. Why would you descend to mingle with the commoners?” He held his tongue, trying to quell his growing frustration, even if he found it increasingly difficult. “Because I need something only you can give me.”

“And what would that be, Potter?” “I testified for you.” Malfoy’s scowl deepened, his eyebrows knitting together in the middle. “Yes, I remember.” “I need a favor.” “You, the great Harry Potter, need a favor from me? This ought to be good. What is it?” He stared over at Malfoy, seeing the glee shining in his expression, and he very nearly turned around and walked out. What had he been expecting? Malfoy was still Malfoy, he shouldn’t be surprised. So, he couldn’t quite understand where the crushing disappointment and hurt came from. “You know what, Malfoy. Nevermind, this was clearly a mistake.” He reached into his pocket and placed a sickle on the counter, before he turned to leave. “For wasting your time.” “Potter, wait.” He tried to ignore him. “Wait.” Malfoy hurried after him. “Just, wait a second, would you?” He stopped and turned to glare at him. “Why? So you can make fun of me some more?” “No. Just.” Malfoy grimaced. “I suppose if you… You know, came all the way out here it’s probably important. So, uh, go on and say what it is.” “You’re unbelievable.” “You needed a favor, I’m listening.” Malfoy looked rather weary, as he waited for an answer. “I need your silence, Malfoy. Can you give me that?” He thought the odds of Malfoy ever shutting up were next to none. “About what?” “I need you to keep what potions I buy between us. Is that something you can do?” Malfoy looked confused. “I always keep my customers' purchases confidential.” He supposed he didn’t really have another choice, unless he wanted to try and go through the full moon without anything at all. He still didn’t entirely trust that Malfoy wouldn’t take great pleasure in letting the world know of his new status, but he was his last option, and it was this or nothing. “I need Wolfsbane.” Malfoy stared at him for a long moment, his eyes widening minutely. For a long while, he seemed to be frozen, before he snapped himself out of it. “Right. Yeah. How much do you need?” “As much as you have.” Malfoy hurried towards the far end of the potion rack, nearly stepping on the broken bottles beneath his feet, as he picked glimmering, blue vials from the shelf. He took great care in wrapping them in black cloth and flicked his wand to summon a sack from the back room, which he placed them into. “Here. I brew it every month. I’ll…” Malfoy shook his head. “I’ll brew extra now.” He took the sack from Malfoy, shrinking it, so he could fit it inside of his robes. “And this stays between us?” “Merlin, Potter. What sort of person do you take me as? I wouldn’t… I’d never tell someone something like that.” He gave a curt nod, before he reached into his pocket to place a handful of galleons on to the counter. “How much for the ones on the floor?” Malfoy shook his head. “You didn’t drop them, Potter.” “I know, but–” “It’s fine. I can just brew more.” Malfoy turned, beginning to clean up the mess. He lingered for a moment, watching, before he realized he’d gotten what he wanted and was just watching Malfoy clean. “Uh. Thanks.” He hurried out the door, his face feeling rather flushed.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 2 years

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Day 182: Delicate

The lovely prompter specifically requested "Delicate" by Taylor Swift as the prompt. I feel like @phoebe-delia is really the person I would entrust to crush prompts for her songs, but I will endeavor to do my best. This is rated M for implied sexual content.

Draco lit up a cigarette while he waited outside of the dingy muggle bar. It was a filthy habit, but one he couldn't seem to shake when he was going out to drink and to dance.

Or when his nerves were spiking (not that he'd ever confess to that). He didn't know why he always showed up early, it only ever served to make him more anxious, but some old habits died hard. Others, he thought as he glanced down at his muggle jeans and wide neck white tshirt, had died very easily indeed.

"Hey."

He looked up to see Harry approaching and he stole Draco's breath the way he always did. He had changed too. A lot. He'd grown into himself in the two years following the war, he was a few inches taller than Draco was now, his shoulders had broadened and filled in, and his hair was long enough to get swept up into a loose bun on top of his head. He wasn't sure how much of that was normal teenage growth and how much was a result of Harry getting bitten by a werewolf and turned.

Perhaps most importantly, though, he'd covered himself in tattoos. Flowers covered his arms (they all represented something, he'd confessed one night about four months into this thing between them, whatever it was), he had sets of footprints with little scrolls containing names that covered his biceps and his shoulders, a snitch tattooed behind one ear, a deathly hallows symbol on his ankle. There was a full moon with a wolfsbane flower on his rib cage, a black dog curled just below. Across his collarbones he had antlers woven through with lilies.

Seeing only a few peaking out at Draco from under his shirt was enough to make him itch with the desire to get Harry naked. Again.

"Hi," he replied, after taking a long drag of his cigarette to keep from seeming too over eager.

Harry took the cigarette from between Draco's fingers and wrapped his lips around it. And Draco was probably a little unhinged for finding it as incredibly hot as he did.

"How was your day?" he inquired lightly; it was always best to be polite, right?

Harry groaned and shook his head, "No rest for the weary."

"I believe the idiom is 'no rest for the wicked'."

"Is it, now?" Harry asked, grinning sharply as he dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and ground it out with his boot before turning and pressing Draco back against the wall. "I suppose I could try to fit that description instead."

He laughed, tucking a loose curl behind Harry's ear and grabbing his band t-shirt with the other hand to draw him closer and kiss him once, "I really don't think you can."

Harry nipped at his jaw, teeth stinging before he soothed it with his tongue.

"See?" he said, "Can't even bite me properly."

"Draco," he growled in warning.

"Teasing," he said quickly, even though they probably both knew it wasn't entirely true. He'd tried to provoke Harry into turning him a few weeks after they'd gotten reacquainted. Harry had called him out on trying to piss off his dad. He hadn't been entirely wrong but he hadn't been entirely right either. There was something hot about the idea of turning with Harry, of spending full moons together, running through forests.

He hadn't said that, of course, because Harry would think he'd lost the plot completely.

"Let's go inside," he murmured, teeth scraping over Draco's jaw and neck, making Draco shudder and press his body against him. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah."

"Long Island?"

He nodded, chasing Harry's lips for just a moment, Harry hummed and kissed him back, lips moving against Draco's, tongue brushing over Draco's lips as he sought entrance. And Draco didn't think he'd ever get over kissing Harry. Especially where other people could see them. It made his blood sing every time. His reputation was absolutely appalling and Harry kissing him in public always made him have the wild hope that Harry actually liked him.

When Draco pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Harry hummed, following him and kissing at his chin and jaw. “Find us a table to have our drinks at while I fetch them?”

“Fetch them,” he repeated with a laugh. “Just an overgrown dog.”

Harry shook his head but he was grinning like he couldn’t quite help himself. “You’re trouble.”

“You like it,” he teased, pressing his body against Harry’s even harder.

“Merlin help me, I do,” he groaned before pulling away and dragging Draco off the wall.

Once inside, Draco looked around and spotted an empty table off to the right and made his way over to it, casting a discreet (wandless) cleaning charm as he sat down. A few seconds later a thoroughly average looking bloke slid in across from him and gave him a grin, "'ello, luv," he said.

Draco gazed at him coolly, "I'm not interested."

"Aw, give us a try, first," he said, walking his fingers across the table toward Draco's hand.

He resisted the impulse to pull away and watched his progress. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

At that, he covered Draco's hand with his own, "Why's that?"

"I'm not interested," he repeated.

"Come on-"

"I think he politely asked you not to fucking touch him," a voice growled behind them.

A chill stole up his spine at the possessive tone of Harry's voice, Draco smirked as the man spun to see Harry standing behind him with their drinks in hand. The man paled as he took in Harry's form and the barely concealed rage.

Harry set the drinks down on the table, "Get out of here," he said, voice low and dangerous as he leaned toward the other man, his body imposing. "Do not come back. Do not inflict your presence on people who do not desire it."

"I was only-"

"Do not lie," he said, nostrils flaring and lip curling in a snarl. "You reek of ill intentions."

He didn't seem to want to stick around to hear more about what Harry had to say, so he turned and fled the table, moving toward the door.

Harry stood unnaturally still as he watched him, waiting until the door closed before he slid into the chair the man had vacated.

"My hero," Draco tittered, fluttering his eyelashes.

Harry huffed a laugh, shaking his head at Draco, "fuck off."

He grinned and sipped his drink, and they drank in companionable silence for a few minutes, Harry's foot slowly tracing its way up and down Draco's shin.

When he finished his drink, he held out a hand and Harry threw back his second double of whiskey (his tolerance had gotten significantly higher once he'd been turned) before taking it and allowing Draco to pull him out onto the dance floor. Draco turned in his arms and kissed him as Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in closer still, hips grinding slowly against Draco's.

He lost himself to the sway of Harry's hips, to the caress of his hands, the press of their bodies together. For his part, Harry seemed equally lost to the world, focused solely on Draco and their bodies. "Godric," he hummed, mouthing over the column of Draco's neck, "You're so-"

"Harry," he said, groaned really, as he tilted his head back and let the other man kiss and suck at his neck.

"-fucking gorgeous," Harry finished. "Want to get out of here?"

He nodded and Harry grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door, he slammed Draco against the wall in the alleyway and kissed him until all of the muggles had disappeared.

"Hold on," Harry murmured against Draco's lips, grinning sharply before disapparating them back to Harry's flat. And Draco lost himself in Harry a little more until the two of them were too tired to stay awake any longer.

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When Draco woke again, Harry wasn't in bed anymore and he must have been gone for a while, given that Draco was actually feeling kind of chilly. He stretched and let the last vestiges of his very hot dream about Harry fade away before climbing out of bed and pulling on one of Harry's flannel shirts.

He wandered toward the balcony and stepped through the door, Harry was staring out over the city, elbows leaning on the balcony railing.

"Hey," he said softly, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Harry tensed for a minute before consciously relaxing, rubbing his thumb over Draco's forearm.

"I was having the best dream," he murmured into Harry's neck.

The other man huffed a soft chuckle, "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "Remember that night you took me to Paris?"

Harry laughed, "Oh, that must have been a good dream."

He tucked his smile against Harry's bare shoulder, "Yes. You really do have a skilled mouth."

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Draco's head where it rested over his shoulder. "My mouth quite enjoys you." Harry went quiet again, mind drifting until it felt like he was miles away.

Draco swallowed and, not for the first time, wished that he could take some of Harry's burdens. Usually, he just ended up apparating away and leaving Harry to his thoughts, too uncertain about his place in the other man's life. "Do you ever dream of me?" he whispered before he could stop himself.

His breath caught and he froze for a minute, but before Draco could panic, he said, "Often."

Draco swallowed, too afraid to ask for more.

"Sometimes, in my dreams, they come after you," he said hoarsely.

And Draco wanted to ask who came after him, who was Harry protecting him from, even in his dreams.

"If you're not here when I wake up from those, it's-" he blew out a breath, shaking his head, "really hard not to apparate to your apartment to make sure you're still there."

"Harry-"

"Sometimes," he continued over Draco, "Sometimes you're doing something ridiculously hot. And I wake up hard as a fucking rock."

He nodded, inordinately pleased. "Good."

Harry chuckled, "Sometimes," he added, "we just go out and do normal things. Go out for coffee, walk in the park, you know," he said with a shrug. "Once, you walked with me on a beach."

"A beach?" he asked, wanting Harry to paint the picture.

Nodding, Harry said, "The sun was just coming up over the water, it turned everything pink and orange. You were fucking radiant. Your hair a mess, big smile on your face, shirt buttoned crooked but you looked like a dream," he said with a laugh. "Like I just wanted to bottle you up, the way you were glowing and free." His hand squeezed Draco's arm, "Merlin, it took everything in me not to just take you away to some deserted island the next day."

Draco didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell him that he would have let him. Didn't know how to say that he wanted that more than anything.

"Sometimes," Harry said slowly, like he was afraid of scaring Draco off, "you come to me in my dreams. You let me hold you and kiss you, let me make love to you. Slow and sweet." he murmured and Draco's heart felt like it had expanded until there wasn't any room left in his chest.

"You let me stare into your eyes until I'm lost in them," Harry continued, "until they're the only thing I can see. And all I can hear is the way you say my name. All I can feel is your body wrapped around me, drawing me in, holding me fast. All I can smell is your poncy cologne, and your aftershave, and your sweat. It makes me feel fucking feral," he said. "And I-" he dropped his head, suddenly breathing too hard.

Draco slipped a hand up his chest pressing it over his rib cage where he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Hey," he whispered. "It's okay," he breathed, kissing the back of Harry's neck.

"The wolf takes over," Harry said then, voice devoid of all emotions. "And I bite you." He rested both hands on the railing again, leaning forward slightly like he was giving Draco permission to leave.

Draco pressed a kiss to his shoulder and wrapped his arms a little tighter around him, silently promising, I'm not going anywhere. "Then what?" he prompted lightly.

"Then what?" Harry parroted mockingly under his breath like it was inconceivable. "I fucking like it, alright?" he managed, like it tore him up. "Biting you, right in that tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder; the spot that drives you absolutely fucking wild when I suck at it."

There was a rather large bruise there at the present moment to prove that, actually, Draco couldn't help but think. He did love that and he loved it even more when Harry scraped his teeth over that spot when they were nearing the end. It invariably sent him over the edge.

"I love it," he said, like a confession. "Feeling the way you writhe under me, your soft flesh under my sharp fucking teeth. It feels so good." he managed, like feeling good was something that caused him physical pain.

"Okay," he whispered, not quite sure how to sooth him in this.

"I'm fucking marking you," he finally spit. "I'm claiming you, mating is what my pack would call it."

And Draco couldn't breathe properly for a moment, "Oh," he managed faintly because never could he have imagined a confession of this magnitude.

"So there you go," Harry said, voice tight. "You're sleeping with a fucking monster. Which maybe you already knew but-"

"Harry," he interrupted, suddenly realizing the extent to which the other man was spiraling after telling Draco all of that. "Hey," he repeated, ducking under his arm and slipping around Harry's body until he was standing in front of him, back against the balcony, with Harry's arms bracketing him in. "Hey," he whispered again, stroking one hand into Harry's hair and cupping his jaw with the other.

The other man refused to look at him, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

"Look at me," he requested.

He shook his head and Draco watched a tear track down his cheek.

"You're not a monster."

A broken sob shook out of Harry's chest.

"Oh," he whispered, pulling his head down until it was tucked into Draco's neck. He realized belatedly that it was the exact spot that Harry'd just confessed to dreaming about moments before. "You're not a monster," he repeated.

"Draco," he groaned raggedly, "I could hurt you."

"You think that loving me could hurt me?" he asked. "Because that is all I hear when you talk about your dreams of me."

He pulled back, affronted, "Did you not hear the part where I literally went for your throat? With my teeth?"

"Did you not hear the part where you said that I was in ecstasy while you made love to me?" he asked. "While you bit me?"

"Draco, I-"

"Is that why you always get so bent out of shape when I tell you I want you to bite me?" he demanded. "Not because you don't want to spend your life tied to me, but because you do?"

Harry pulled away completely, turning away from Draco and heading back inside.

"Hey!" he said. "Harry, we are not done with this conversation."

"I am," Harry replied as he stepped inside and made his way to the sink.

He followed him in, shutting the door behind them and crossing his arms over his chest. "I want that too."

"No you don't," he replied without missing a beat.

"You don't get to speak for me," he said, balling his hands into fists. "You don't get to decide-"

"It would turn you!" he exploded. "Do you not get that? It would ruin your life. It would ruin your friendships, your opportunities for work in the wizarding world. It would ostracize you."

"Gee, I wonder what that must be like," he said, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, "You don't want this."

Draco looked at Harry for a long moment, took in his defensive posture, the pleading in his eyes, hands clenched into fists. "When you say that I don't want this, do you actually mean that I don't want you?"

His face crumpled and he turned away, "How could you?"

"You," he said, stepping lightly across the room and moving so that he could see Harry's face once more, "are not a monster," he repeated. "I am not afraid of you. Your love is not going to hurt me."

"It's not just love," he said, "It's ownership, that's the wolf's drive, the desire to possess, to claim, to own. It's-"

"It goes both ways, you know," Draco interrupted. "I love you too," he said, brave as he could possibly manage to be in the light of the gift of Harry's honesty. "And not only do I want you to claim me, to see me as yours," he said because honestly, that idea was hotter than anything and sounded so permanent that Draco's entire heart melted into a puddle in his chest at the thought. "But I also want to hold your heart. I want to call you mine, for everyone to know that you are mine," he cupped Harry's cheek, "It's not just you. You aren't alone. And," he continued, "I don't have a wolf to blame it on. Just my own instincts." Then he gave Harry a little smirk, "Not yet at least."

Harry stared at him for long moments, absorbing what Draco had just said, "I can't make that decision right now. I'm too emotionally compromised."

"I'm not asking you to make any decisions right now," he said calmly. "I'm not expecting you to drag me to bed and mark me," he added, shuddering a bit at the thought, "Although, I wouldn't say no if you did-"

"Draco-"

"The point," he continued, "is that all I want to do is make it clear to you that you are not alone."

He hummed and grasped the flaps of the flannel shirt Draco had borrowed, pulling him in closer, "not alone," he murmured softly.

"Not alone," Draco repeated, leaning up to steal a kiss. "Not anymore."

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FICTOBER DAY 19- Let Me Worry

HERE IS OUR LONE WOLF BABIES!!!

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Warnings- werewolves, mention of death, murder, violence, blood, wounds, etc

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“Harry, please.” Her hand ran over his clammy forehead, wincing at the state of her mate. “Let me take care of you. Let me worry about you.” She whispered, feeling him huff as her fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were bloodshot and the splatters of blood that wasn’t his own was yet to be wiped off his pretty face. Y/N hated seeing him in pain, despite his best efforts to continue his stoic demeanor.

The lodge was bustling with people, injuries, while not as many as they inflicted on others, enough to make Y/N squirm. She was the alpha’s mate and had been in charge when they’d gone on a run to the perimeter, doing the weekly check of stores at the northeast guard shelter, only to find him dead. It had been an ambush, a nasty one, one that had a bloody wound on his stomach that made her own twist in both disgust and nerves.

“My love, I will heal quickly.” His good hand reached to her, holding her hand as it caressed his face. “You shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not good for you. I will be alright. I have a good outcome. Damien did not.” Y/N could feel his hurt, seeing the shadow cross his eyes. However ruthless and merciless as Harry could be, he loved his pack. He hated any loss they had, and knowing that there must have been some sort of infiltration they’d missed had him reeling. It was too close to comfort. He had his mate, his packs, dozens of pups that played openly in the fields that the pack members trusted his lead to keep safe.

He felt like he failed.

“I know.” His mate whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I know it pains you, Alpha. It hurts, but it isn’t your fault and I won’t have you blaming yourself for such a tragedy. I will not.” She kept her voice soft but the tone firm. Y/N knew that his defenses were nearly foolproof and it had to be someone else's error. She sat in his office with him often as he went over the perimeter cameras, as he made plans, sometimes falling asleep in the crook of his neck as he typed with one hand and used the other to keep her steady in his lap. He was hard working and dedicated to his pack and the safety of al of them. That much was never doubted within them.

“I don’t know how someone could have bypassed anything without getting caught.” He mumbled to her, watching as she took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water before stroking it over his cheek. When it was pulled away he saw the stain, confirming it was indeed blood he had spilled. While the inner beast in him had been satisfied in ripping the throats of the enemy, it was still pacing back and forth with the unease that someone had dared infringe on his territory. “If anyone hurt you, if anyone got to you….” He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as the muscles of his neck pulled. “I would burn down the world for you, my love. You were my first thought.”

Ah. That was the reason she was having a harder time calming him down. In the past when he had gotten angry, it was easy to soothe him and lower his hackles with a sweet kiss, a stroke, a little distraction. But having a fear driven by the idea of his one and only soulmate being harmed? That was enough to make any wolf crazy, let alone Harry. He admitted himself he was extremely protective of her.

“I see.” She continued cleaning his face. “Well, I understand. I feel the same way about you. I wanted to cry the moment they brought me the news, but I already knew you were injured. No one knew why.” Her brows pulled as Harry pulled her hand away to kiss the back of it, softening up her face again. “But you’d never allow anyone to hurt me. It will be impossible to penetrate the barriers after this, but even more so? I know. The fates have told me even in my dreams, you’re my protector.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, looking into his eyes. They were still dark, the animal in him far from settled, but she knew she was starting to get through to him.

“Of course I will.” He puffed his chest, voice strong despite the exhaustion lacing it. “I told you, I would make everything and everyone burn if it meant I could keep you safe. I’d slaughter an entire pack if they posed a threat to you.” The man was serious and she knew that all too well. There was no way of denying how much he loved her. If it felt as all encompassing and intense to Harry as it did to her, she could understand his unease over not fully knowing if there was anyone else out there targeting not only him, but his pack. “No one will harm you. No one will touch a single hair on your precious head.” His snarl made her lean back over, seeing now he was getting a bit too worked up as she gently sushed him.

“I know, my love. I know. Don’t work yourself up all the way now. You’ve got to focus your energy on healing quickly. The faster you heal, the faster you can go to work on finding out who the hostages are.” Fingers dipped into the salve, wiping it across a scrape on his cheek. He healed faster than most, the one on his face sure to be gone by tomorrow, but the salve will prevent scarring. “I’m worried. I don’t like this gash on your side, and I don’t like that you keep trying to get up.” She had been asked by the pack healer to get him to calm down, his irrational anger making him try to limp out of the room to continue the fight. Her gentle rubbing moved over his skin, making a bit of a purr erupt from his throat.

“There we go.” She praised him. “No one is here right now but me. You’re safe, you’ve protected your pack and your mate. You are a fierce wolf, but right now I need you to let me fuss over you and ensure your face is kept pretty and you keep your body laying down for as long as possible.”

The wound had been cleaned by the healer and bandaged, though she warned there was likely scarring. Y/N had taken care of the rest. Harry sat quietly as he stewed in his own head, working through cleaning the rest of the blood and dirt from his skin. He wasn’t in the condition to shower just yet, so a washcloth clean up was the best she could do. Her touched seemed to slowly relax him, his body sinking further into the bed as she hummed under her breath and the fire roared in their fireplace opposite their bed.

“You need to drink.” Y/N coaxed, placing the straw at his mouth and watching as he took sips of water. It wasn’t often that Harry took this sort of treatment, especially because he was the one tending to Y/N with his vulnerability that he hid from everyone else, so she was relieved he actually allowed himself to sit still so she could. “You’re all clean now. I will run downstairs and fill in the people who need to know and get you some food. The door will be guarded. Is that alright?”

Harry grumbled, pulling her hand closer to him to lay on his chest. He was clean now, but his warmth made him sweat a little as he frowned up at his mate. “No. Stay with me, please. I want them to come up to me and ask.” Y/N wanted to sigh, but she knew this was about as good as it was going to get. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight and he wanted to be kept in the loop. She had gotten lucky with him sitting in the bed without trying to escape from her. “Now lay in bed with me, my love. Let them come up to us when they finish tending to the rest. If I talk now, I won’t be able to stop myself from going out to the prison and…”

Y/N could fill in the gaps. She knew damn well that Harry’s infamous temper would erupt on the few captives they did take. She just needed to keep him down and relaxed until most of the gash had closed up, and that was going to be her goal now that she had met his limit.

“Alright.” She sighed, moving around the bed and going to crawl in before he rose up a hand.

“What?”

“Naked. Have you forgotten my rules?” His little smirk made her want to roll her eyes. Even in pain, he was open to being a little pervert. Instead, she did as he requested, letting the clothing fall to the floor before crawling inside of the sheets and allowing him to wrap his good arm around her shoulders. She was careful not to jostle him or put any strain on his body as she relaxed into his chest, eyes closing when she took a big inhale.

“I think if you stay with me like this.. I will heal much faster.” Harry murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against her forehead. “Gives me motivation so I can take you again. Because I know you won’t let me tonight.”

“You are such a boy.” Y/N laughed, patting his chest. “You’re correct in that assumption. I have a strict no open wounds during sex policy, sorry.”

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Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Werewolf Harry Potter, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Trust Issues, Tension, Getting to Know Each Other, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Loneliness, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Male Draco Malfoy, Blood Drinking, Mating Bites, Chronic Pain, Magical prosthetic limbs, alcohol mention, Television Watching, Hair Braiding, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Living Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Trans Sex, Possessive Harry Potter, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Autistic Draco Malfoy, Autistic Harry Potter, HD Fangfest 2022

Summary:

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work. And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.

Excerpt:

“Draco,” Harry says, helplessly tender. He’s still just standing in the doorway. His throat is tight with affection. He isn’t thinking at all. “I adore you.”

Draco goes unnaturally still, looking like he’s been slapped. The wand drops out of his hand and onto the covers, but the sparks continue to twinkle around him. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t–” Harry pauses as Draco’s response sinks in. He swallows down the words I didn’t mean to say that, and instead makes a choice. “I’m not lying.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Draco repeats, a bit more frantic, curling into himself on the bed. His eyes are impossibly wide and fixed on Harry.

“I do adore you,” Harry says as he moves closer, cautious like he would be with a wounded animal. “In every way you can imagine. I wouldn’t lie to you, Draco. Not about anything, but especially not this.”

“I know.” Draco’s voice is small now, but his eyes haven’t left Harry’s face. “I know you’re not lying. That’s why I’m afraid.”

Harry’s breath catches. He’s never heard Draco admit that before. I’m afraid.

“It’s just me,” Harry reminds him gently. He lowers himself onto the bed in front of Draco, giving him space. “You don’t have to be scared. It’s just me. Nothing has to change. I know that my feelings are so big, too big most of the time. I know how to handle it, and I’ve already been handling it, so we can just–”

Draco reaches up, buries his hands in Harry’s loose curls, and kisses him.

Harry’s hands come up before he even realizes what’s happening, cradling Draco’s delicate jaw. Warmth pools in his stomach at the feeling of Draco’s smooth, cold lips, and then Harry realizes he should kiss back, so he does, insistent and a bit frantic. Draco makes a whimpering sound and topples over backwards, bringing Harry with him, and they’re still kissing.

“Hold on,” Harry gasps, pulling away from Draco when his body finally insists that he needs to breathe. His glasses are smudged from Draco’s cheek. “I have to– hah– catch my breath. Just give me a moment. I forgot you don’t need to breathe.” He moves his face to the crook of Draco’s neck, waiting until his lungs are no longer protesting so much. Draco’s body is completely covered by Harry’s, and Harry is hyper aware of it, keeping himself braced on his elbows so he doesn’t accidentally crush his husband.

Harry inhales. They kissed.

Exhale. Draco kissed him.

Draco kissed him first.

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avocadoguru · 8 months

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

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 11 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 12 (word count: 9k) -updated September 6

“So… did you figure it out, yet?”

Harry didn’t even have time to find it funny, “Why wouldn’t you have said anything to me? This is… What do I do? Does she know? She wouldn’t know yet, would she? I don’t think she knows… Niall, I don’t know how to handle something like this!”

Harry’s emotions were high. And for good reason. What he’d just seen had him shaken. And it also meant that she’d been turned against her will by a psychopath. He was glad he’d murdered James but this would always be a reminder of what had happened and who had done it.

He had been curious about a few little things. The first was obviously the speed at which she’d recovered and then there was her sudden spunk. Her heightened sense of smell was peculiar when she picked out that he was to be making eggs benedict, which should have tipped him off right away. How had she guessed? The sauce wasn’t something that most humans could pick out from a small leak in a jar in a bag full of other more fragrant groceries.

“What happened that made you realize?”

“I saw her eyes turn golden. Just wish you’d said something.”

Niall had a hunch about her sudden natural reparative abilities, but he couldn’t be 100% sure at the time.“Harry, you have to understand, man. I didn’t say anything because it was either I was wrong or I was right and you’d figure it out anyway. It was better not to say anything if by chance she was just recovering in a way that doesn’t normally happen in humans. Sometimes things do happen that don’t make sense medically. I figured it was better to just wait and see.”

Harry paced, all the way to the furthermost corner of his expansive garden, outside of Y/N’s earshot. His towel tied tight around his waist as he ran his hands through his damp hair, “You could have at least given me a heads up. What do I do?”

Niall breathed out a laugh, “How should I know? I’m a medical doctor! I’m not cut out for emotional therapy. I’ve never dealt with anything like this. But you’ll figure it out.”

“I know. I just… how do I tell her?”

“Harry, again, I don’t know. We’re talking about a human that has been turned and I’m not familiar with all of this. It’s very unconventional. This kind of thing only happens in extremely rare cases and never in my life have I met a human that’s been turned. I’ve heard about it, just never known someone that it happened to. How has she been acting? What caused her eyes to change?”

Harry cleared his throat and looked up at his house, remembering to keep his voice down, “She’s been… very ready to do stuff. Awake. Wants to go for a swim. Is hungry. Um… a little bit bossy with me even.”

Niall hummed into the receiver, “Bossy… and what happened to have her eyes change?”

Harry could almost hear the cheek in his voice, “She was… I think maybe just excited. She’s been in a really good mood since I came back with groceries a bit ago.”

“Right… a good mood. Well, it’s doctor’s orders to take it easy on her. She might be… well… able to tolerate more, but… she’s still recovering. And so are you.”

A scoff fell from Harry’s lips, “Fine. No advice for me then?”

“Sorry, man. Never dealt with anything like this before. As you know, it’s exceptional that anyone would survive being bitten and getting turned. I just think that’s remarkable… The way you’ve been adamant she’s your mate, all this time. She really is your mate. Only your true mate could’ve survived turning for you.”

Y/N was onto Harry. She knew that he wasn’t running out to his car just to get something. Sure he ran out the front door but the way he reacted to her standing so close to him was a little out of character. Perhaps, she decided, that he was trying to “behave” and not push her into anything intimate. That made sense. She was still recovering from what she was told were deadly injuries. But that in itself was a mystery to her. She felt fine for the most part.

She’d unpacked the groceries and left out the ingredients to make the eggs benedict when Harry was in the shower. But getting interrupted by the way he had groaned and then, the thing that had started to become a big question at the front of her mind, was his scent. It was his natural musk but she could smell him from all the way downstairs in the kitchen while he was in the shower. It was his groan, however, that had her feet carrying her upstairs to check on him. Just to see.

She didn’t know why he’d suddenly become so timid with her. Why he was shying away from her. It was subtle but she noticed it.

When he came back inside, dawning only the towel he tucked around his waist he slowed his movements as he saw her standing there with a knowing look on her face.

“What happened?”

Harry tilted his chin up to feign more confidence than he was feeling in her presence suddenly. It was as if he was looking at her with new eyes. She was like him now and her senses would pick apart the subtlest changes, “I thought I’d left the butter in the car. Wouldn’t have wanted it to melt.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as he walked past her into the kitchen, “But you didn’t go to your car.”

Harry clenched his jaw and stopped in his tracks. It was going to be difficult to pretend he didn’t know what was going on but he wanted to wait a little longer before telling her in hopes of her figuring it out herself. Or, in any case, he needed to figure out a way to ease her into this. He didn’t want her to freak out, or be by herself when she did figure it out. But he needed time to process it himself; all he knew was that he couldn’t just blurt it out to her out of nowhere.

He hated to have to go right back to keeping secrets from her again, especially such a huge one, and especially something that affected her directly. By some miracle he didn’t lose her, she was still there with him by choice, he just couldn’t handle losing her for good if she took to the news badly. Which she had every right to… just as much as she’d had every right to be as upset with him as she’d been just a little while back. He thought back then that he’d lost her for good. And now he had to prepare himself for the possibility of having his heart broken all over again.

The way he handled this was crucial. A wrong move and he could fuck it all up forever. He needed to tread carefully.

He looked at her with squinted eyes, “How do you know I didn’t check the car?”

Y/N paused. She had been feeling like her senses were somehow heightened. Her hearing, her sense of smell… She pondered his question as he continued walking into the kitchen. Looking at his broad shoulders and his back had her wishing he hadn’t run off when he did.

“It’s kind of weird, you know… I’ve been, like, experiencing these weird things. I can hear so clearly and my sense of smell is…” she thought back to the panties she found but decided to keep that bit of information until the time was right, for later, “and I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s all in my head? I feel like maybe I should call Niall…”

Harry watched her carefully as she mulled over everything and he pulled out two eggs from the carton before she continued, “So when I couldn’t hear the car door, I guess I just assumed…” She scoffed, hearing herself out loud. She sounded like a nutcase. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hear the car door all the way from upstairs. “Sorry. I’m being weird. But… right now I’m actually starving so if that butter made it alive let’s eat.”

Harry had Y/N heat the hollandaise while he prepared the rest of the ingredients. But she was clearly still mulling over their interaction upstairs. He noticed her eyes dragging down his bare chest and stopping at his crotch repeatedly. And he could tell she was not only hungry for food but she also had a bit of an appetite for something carnal as well.

He cleared his throat when he turned to find her leaning on the island and watching him, “Gonna burn the sauce.”

Her grin was playful and Harry felt his blood heat up as she spoke, “Turned it off already. The lid will keep it warm.” She didn’t remove her gaze from him. She was making it very clear what she wanted and he wondered if she was aware of what she was doing or not.

As much as he’d have loved to have bent her over the kitchen island and take care of his girl the way she needed he couldn’t allow that. Not until they at least had a real conversation. About what she’d seen. About how she was feeling.

When she began to walk toward him she realized it was like something was just drawing her to him. She wanted to… what did she want? Breakfast was nearly ready and she was very hungry, and yeah, she wanted to eat but what she really wanted was to bite him. Just to nip his shoulder or his neck. His pecs. She didn’t know why her urge was so strong but the moment she was close enough to touch him Harry stood up straight and he looked away from her sultry gaze, “Uh, I’m just gonna go and get dressed and then we’ll eat.”

Breakfast was tasty. It was nourishing and filled her belly, mostly. She felt like she could eat more but Harry’s scent and his hands and his lips were distracting. And the way he kept keeping her at arm’s length had her feeling even more insatiable for him. She knew he was doing it because he was worried about hurting her but she was going to explode if he didn’t do something.

Turning to face his pretty girl he nearly gave in right then and there, seeing the ravenous look in her eyes. He could practically read her mind, that’s how loud she was thinking those dirty thoughts. And he wanted to give in, he wanted to kiss her, hold her, feel her body against his. Taste her… He shook his head as he got off the stool and pulled himself away reluctantly, grabbing their dirty dishes.“Let’s go for a swim. Like you wanted. I think I know a great place. Secluded. Not in the preserve.” Harry rinsed the dishes as he spoke. He could feel her eyes burning into his back but he needed to keep moving, keep his thoughts from wandering too far. Distract her if he could. He felt he could use a swim himself. Get out some of his pent-up emotions and energy.

“That sounds great, actually,” she grinned and lifted herself up to sit on the counter next to where he was washing the dishes, “I feel like I need to move and exert some energy. A little exercise would be good I think. A swim.”

The drive to the new spot wasn’t as quick as it would have been if they’d driven to the preserve and parked and hiked up to their special hidden oasis. But they both knew they couldn’t go back there. Maybe ever. Y/N stopped herself from initiating conversation the whole drive there, and she could tell Harry was holding back, too. She just wasn’t quite ready to address all of that; she at least wanted to go for this swim first. That would hopefully make her feel a bit better. She felt absolutely fine apart from the fact she felt she didn’t fit into her own skin. She was aching to move, burn some energy off, and she suspected it was due to the fact that she was sexually frustrated.

Y/N decided to google her symptoms to pass the time quicker on their drive to this new, secluded place Harry had suggested. She was not quite understanding the way she was able to smell everything so clearly. She typed in sudden heightened sense of smell into the search bar. Scrolling through the various results and webmd articles she landed on something that might explain the strange phenomenon.

Synesthesia could be the answer. It wasn’t uncommon for people that had gone through life-threatening injuries. She wasn’t 100% sure that was what was causing her to smell and hear things she would have never been able to before but at least it was some kind of answer. Something to ask Niall about when she did finally talk to him about all this.

Harry parked his car off the road and tucked away behind large pines and in the grass. It was miles from the preserve and in an area where the mountains were not protected or worked by the rangers. Some of it was privately owned land that hadn’t been touched in decades.

“The swimming cove is a spot I used to come to when I had time to waste and wanted to venture away from the preserve.” Harry spoke as he grabbed her bag from her, putting it over his shoulder and began walking toward the fence that clearly meant the area was off limits.

The overgrowth of vines and grass indicated that no one had been in these parts in a very long time. Which put Y/N at ease. She followed him, scaling the fence easily and trekking through the acreage close behind.

The upward hike was off trail and cumbersome but once they began making their way down into the valley from where they’d hiked Y/N saw the ridges of the mountain and a level area below with a ravine.

“Your sense of direction is astonishing,” she commented as they carefully trekked down toward where they could hear the water flowing, “But I guess that makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re a…” she stopped just before she could say the word. She still had to get used to that idea. That he was a werewolf. Part human, part beast.

Harry turned to look at her, stopping his pace suddenly as he raised his brows at her, “A werewolf? Is that what you were going to say?”

Nodding her head she shrugged, “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be called that. Or… I don’t know. Is it okay to say it?”

The gentle smile that took over his features told her it was, though he didn’t respond to her question with words.

Looking down to the sandy portion of the ravine Harry pointed, “Just there. It’s beautiful once you see it from the ground. Come on.”

Y/N was wearing her hiking boots while Harry was in his signature chelsea boots, making the descent to the cove look like child’s play. She was now hyper aware of why he was so good at hiking and trekking and staying steady even in such posh shoes. Everything that had suddenly come to light about what he really was had answered so many questions for her.

But the moment they were standing in the wet sand before the cove where the ravine led, all her thoughts about what Harry was had vanished. Another breathtaking spot with not a single human soul to be seen.

Harry placed their bags on the rocks to keep them dry and began to take his boots off as he watched Y/N curiously. He had been careful not to allow her to over exert herself but she was easily keeping up with him and she seemed fine. She was fine. Her heartbeat was steady and strong, her body had barely broken out in a sweat and she had a wide smile on her face as she looked around.

“Harry, this is… it’s perfect!” She was eager to move her limbs in the cool water. Feel the weightlessness take over and play around with Harry.

She looked over at him as he was undressing, taking his clothes off, his boots already on the rocks next to the bags. So she followed suit. Taking her own boots off and peeling her pants down her legs.

Harry was already jumping into the water by the time Y/N had stuffed her shirt onto the pile of clothes. Looking down over her body she did see the awful scar. The wound was healed but the remnants of what had happened was obvious. She hesitated to remove her bra as she brushed a hand over the raised skin.

“Everything okay?” Harry called to her. She looked out toward him, handsome with wet hair as he came in closer to her.

“Yeah. Just… saw this and…” she ran her fingers from the top of her clavicle downward over the scar to under her breast, “I guess I feel lucky to even be alive. Here with you.”

She kept her eyes on his as she unhooked the back of her bra and removed it.

Harry watched her as she bent down and took her panties off. He was already hard just seeing her bare body but the scar across her chest kept him in check. She was still recovering. Still figuring out what was going on.

The somber moment was suddenly over the minute she jumped into the water next to Harry and began to laugh. The water was frigid but it felt fantastic. Normally she would feel discomfort but right now her body was adjusting to it just fine, feeling invigorated and alive.

Stretching her limbs in the water she ducked her head under to swim closer to Harry and grasped his wrist.

Harry pulled her up and she tugged his arm around herself. Both grinning ear to ear with the closeness. He was just glad she was feeling playful. That she wasn’t upset or hurt by what had happened. At least in that moment she wasn’t. He knew she’d have lots of questions for him. Knew they needed to have a conversation but for now the light hearted moment was the only thing he could focus on. And her warm skin against his.

She was more than just playful though. She was horny and Harry knew it. Having her naked in the cool water of a private cove in the mountains was risky. Because he was turned on too. And he knew he was asking for trouble with this scenario. It evoked memories of their time together at the oasis in the preserve.

He could resist her for only so long. She was laying it on thick in his house during breakfast and now with his clothes off and his obvious erection it would be even harder to resist her.

Harry pulled his arm away and began to swim backwards, gliding through the water smoothly, putting some distance between himself and the girl.

“Where are you going?” She laughed and began to swim toward him slowly.

Harry shook his head and feigned innocence, “What do you mean? Just swimming is all,” he bit the inside of his cheek to tamper the playful grin on his face.

Instead of continuing after him she decided she’d lure him to her. She ducked under the water again, kicking her feet out and splashing as she maneuvered under the water before surfacing, bouncing out just enough that her breasts were visible to him.

She watched him closely as she pushed herself back and stretched her arms to float at the surface. The tranquility of having her ears tucked under the water, muffling all the sounds that surrounded them, and floating in the mountain chilled water on her back was just like being back at her oasis. She smiled to herself and peeked an eye at Harry. To her delight, he was already watching her closely.

His eyes were clearly taking in her soft breasts with tightened nipples perking above the water. She wouldn’t tease him too much but she wanted his hands on her. Wanted his attention. Wanted him to give in to her. She knew what he was doing. Knew he was trying to keep his distance because she needed to heal. But that just made her want him more. His gentlemanly and thoughtful attempts to keep her healthy and the way he was doing it because he cared for her. Denying himself something she knew he wanted as a way of protecting her.

Harry decided to peel his eyes from her body and float on his back too. He needed to straighten out his thoughts and get his mind out of the gutter. He closed his eyes and tried to train his dirty thoughts away. He knew his body was calling him to take care of his natural urges with his mate. And now that she was like him… she was very likely made exactly for him in every way.

But he couldn’t just act on his desires. He didn’t want to hurt her and he was sure if they did have sex she’d display even more evidence of being like him and that could scare her. If she somehow dropped her fangs in the middle of her orgasm or her claws came out while he was pounding into her – yeah, his thoughts weren’t helping. All of that sounded absolutely delightful and he’d love to feel her fangs puncture into his skin, or have her claw up his back and chest.

“Harry,” he heard her voice speak his name and he popped his eyes open, dropping the lower half of his body back into the water and letting his toes scrape along the rocky sand.

She saw the way his erection was bobbing just above the water every time his chest inhaled and he floated upward the tiniest bit. And then his eyes on hers were dark. She could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, not unlike her own wildly pumping heart.

Something in her decided to cut the shit. She was feeling bold. Feeling like he wanted exactly what she wanted and as nice as it was to be cared for and protected by him she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and to give himself to her once and for all.

“Stop this,” she spoke matter-of-factly as she swam around his body. “I can see clearly how affected you are by me.”

Touching his shoulder she moved her finger down over his tattoos and to his pecs, thumbing at his nipple and watching his eyes, “I’m okay. Really. You don’t have to keep holding off and denying yourself, Harry.” She moved herself in front of him and draped her arms over his shoulders.

Without another thought, Harry’s hands moved down to her waist as he pulled her in closer to him, “I want you healthy is all. And I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Nodding her head she agreed. That was true. They needed to talk. But something inside of her needed something physical. She needed it to uncloud her brain and give her some kind of clarity. She couldn’t explain it, she just knew she needed it. More than a talk. As important as that was, she was sure she wouldn’t ever be able to focus on anything he told her if he didn’t fuck her first.

“Yes. We will talk. But I don’t know how to explain the way I feel in this moment, how much I need you.” She bit her lip and pushed her hips to his, his cock firm on her thigh, “It’s kind of painful actually.”

Harry could feel her warm against his prick as he looked down to see her breasts grazing against his chest. Painful? Yes, perhaps she was feeling that natural physical urge to release just like he was. That’s how it was for his kind, though he was used to it. Used to the pain of holding off and not allowing himself to indulge right away. She was not used to the way it felt. The ache that wasn’t just from being horny. It was something deep and raw. A biological and natural instinct his kind, their kind possessed.

He knew the pain well. Knew it could be pushed down and she’d be okay. But she was new to all this. And even with the water around them he could smell how intensely she needed him. Needed him to soothe her. And he was the only one that could provide that for her too. He knew that even if she masturbated she wouldn’t be fully comforted. It would pacify her for a bit. Maybe an hour but she wouldn’t be fulfilled. She wasn’t going to feel better until he took care of her. But he needed to be careful.

“I think you need to recover first, kitten.” Harry let the little nickname he’d given her so long ago slip out. Or maybe he’d done it on purpose. There was something about her that was feeding into his own urges. She was drawing them out of him with just her eyes. The change in her was so deep and it tangled with his own impulses and senses that he could barely think straight. He was more drawn to her than he’d ever been and he knew it was because of the change. Because she was like him now. His perfect match.

“Harry,” she spoke softly as she kept her eyes on his, a hand moving over his warm chest, “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me and I can tell you need it too. You need me just as much.”

She could just sense his need. And it wasn’t just the fact that he had an erection. She knew it before all that. She felt it back at his house. Something between them had shifted and it was as if she could anticipate his needs without him having to tell her or show her.

His teeth ached to kiss her and to bite her. A carnal and spiritual feeling overwhelmed him. His willpower was incredible but there was only so much he could take. He was as weak as any man and her wolf was luring his out to play. Perhaps he could be gentle. She needed him. She needed him.

He grasped the back of her head and his lips found her mouth. The kiss was hot and electric and wild. She lifted a thigh up to his hip and he used his free hand to keep it in place, pasting their hips together.

The whimper that fell from his mouth had her grinning and feeling powerful. She grasped onto his shoulders and let the weightlessness of the water aid her in lifting her other leg to wrap around his hips. Harry groaned and brought his other hand down to keep her thighs held up in place.

Their naked bodies were in sync as he began to walk her out of the water and to the small spot where the sand met the craggy rocks. He’d take care of her. Make love to her gently and soothe her ache. Soothe his own ache.

Their mouths never parted as he walked out of the water and carefully placed her down into the sand, his knees falling into the granules as he put himself between her thighs. With her legs open he could smell her in a way that was overwhelming. He groaned and licked into her mouth before parting from the kiss with a gasp.

The scar on her chest and over her neck had him filled with jealousy and hatred. He was glad he’d killed James for even placing a finger on his girl. His lips pressed over her scar just above her breast and she ran her fingers into his long hair as he pecked wet kisses along the skin that had been forever marred.

“I’m going to make it better,” he whispered between kisses, “Make you feel whole again. Give you everything you need. Show you what it means to be mine…”

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as his mouth worked upward slowly and over the skin on her neck. His tongue laved softly and his lips grazed over the sensitive spots that were still healing. She had never felt such need before in her life. Sure she’d been horny before and had never been more turned on by anyone the way she was with Harry. But this was different. Something else was at play and she didn’t have the mind to dwell on it. She only knew that she needed him.

“Please…” she breathed out her plea as his warm mouth soothed her flesh and his nose nudged at her jaw.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” He continued kissing every inch of her scar as he pushed her back down into the sand, “I’m the only one that can make it better.”

She knew it was true. Whatever was happening in her could only be quieted by him.

Nodding her head she spread her legs further, hoping he’d put her out of her misery and fuck her into oblivion, “Harry, please…”

He looked down over her soft body and the scars, and felt emotions rise in his heart. He hated James even in his death, but he was beyond grateful that she was still his. That she was alive. He would worry later about the guilt and the real issue at hand. His own urges and her excruciating need were beckoning to be dealt with immediately. He could practically feel the ache in her body. Her tummy was emanating heat and he felt bad that she was in such pain. She wasn’t used to this level of arousal and need yet. She would learn to deal with it eventually but for now he would give her relief.

Her cry of pleasure was loud, echoing off the rocks of the cove that surrounded them as he placed his mouth on her throbbing pussy, already pulsing and clenching and dripping.

The sting of her fingers pulling at his hair had him growling into her with delight. He could tell she was urging him in harder but he was going to resist doing anything hard or painful. That would come later. When he was certain she was ready for it.

His tongue was wide and flat as he tugged it up and down her slick cunt. She was so wet he was certain he couldn’t possibly lick it all up and the flavor was just like before but now it tasted truly nourishing to him. He held her thighs apart gently as he dove into her like she was a meal. Licking and sucking at her bits.

She writhed and moaned, her hips lifting off the sand and bucking into his face making him nearly lose his grip on her thighs. She was strong. He shouldn’t have been surprised but he was still getting used to the notion that she was like him now.

“Fuck… yes…” she cooed loudly as his scalp was on fire from the way she was yanking his hair.

Harry didn’t lift his mouth to chuckle or respond and taunt her like he wanted. He needed to make her come so he kept his lips at work on her pussy.

When he began to kiss her clit and pull at it with the smallest nip she squealed and cried out his name as her thighs attempted to close around his head. He held her down but he didn’t want to hurt her so he moved his palms up to grip the underside of her knees to keep her legs pressed down.

She continued bucking as her muscles tensed and her moans grew louder. His nose and mouth and chin were shiny and sticky with her as he rubbed his nose into her clit and stuck his tongue into the opening and past her little muscle, the slick gushing noises the only background sound to her gasps and soft pants.

Harry was feeling his own cock leak and throb. Just tasting her and knowing how good he was making her feel was putting him on edge. He swallowed down her arousal and took a gasp of breath before putting his face back into her cunt for more.

She’d never felt it like this before. Something far more intense was happening in her body and she didn’t know if it was because it was her first orgasm since she nearly died or just knowing that Harry was a werewolf and he was probably enjoying the taste of her in a way she never realized before. That all those times he’d told her how much he liked her scent and her taste, he wasn’t just saying it to make her feel good, he actually meant it. Or just knowing that he was a werewolf in general… probably all of the above.

When her orgasm snapped over her body she tightened her grip on his hair he grunted into her pussy in pain, but it didn’t stop him from lapping at her and sucking her clit. She was shaking so hard and pulling at his hair so tight that he was having a hard time moving his mouth over her the way he wanted. Instead, she was moving his face over her soft crease and clit the way she wanted.

Her cries were loud. It almost sounded as if someone was hurting her. Like she was wailing in pain and anguish. Harry understood that this was because of her intense need to release. Her first release as a werewolf by the hands of her lover. Her mate. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head in ecstasy of his own. He’d not come but he could. His own cock was neglected and hot and if he allowed it, he’d come all over himself and the sand below. But he wanted to come inside of her. He wanted to feel her around him and he knew she was going to want it.

The part of him that wanted to wait and to talk first was already a distant memory left back in his kitchen. His instincts and his wolf had taken over at that moment.

He felt her release his hair as she sighed, wiggling underneath him.

Y/N grabbed at him, pulling him up and over her, “Want you inside me, right now. Do it while I’m still pulsing around nothing.”

Harry was beyond trying to fight this, eating her out had driven him over the edge. He was determined to give her everything she wanted and luckily for him, it was exactly what he wanted as well. The way she’d clawed at him to get him on top of her made him feral, he wondered if she was realizing the amount of force she’d just exerted in doing so, but he couldn’t dwell on it for too long, not when he looked down at her and she looked like she was going to howl with how much she wanted it.

She yanked him against her lips and devoured his mouth, licking her arousal off of him and humming profusely, and in turn, Harry didn’t waste a single moment longer before sinking himself into her juicy cunt. The cry she let out was akin to an injured wolf’s and he knew he wasn’t hurting her, she was just giving in to her natural instincts now. That of letting him dominate her completely.

He pulled back a bit to watch her and when she opened her eyes and her golden irises flashed at him he groaned loudly, allowing his own to take over. Her mouth fell agape and she reached to push his hair out of his face to take him all in better while he slowly but steadily fucked into her. “Harry… your eyes. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re exactly who and what you should be, I’m so damn lucky,” she rolled her eyes to the back of her head in ecstasy and Harry thought his heart was going to burst at the amount of love he felt for her.

He didn’t know how it was possible he now loved her even more than before, but being wanted and loved for exactly who he was turned out to be a lot more important to him than he’d thought it would be. He thought he could hide this side of him from her forever and be fine with it, and he’d have done it gladly to keep her. But having it all out into the open and her so accepting of it was something he’d never even allowed himself to hope for.

Well, almost everything out into the open. And god, was she beautiful too. She’d always been, of course, but now that she was like him it did things to him he couldn’t even explain. And it looked so right, so natural. Like she was always meant to be a werewolf. He couldn’t wait to watch her discover everything and come into her own completely. He only wished she’d accept it and embrace it fully.

He was snapped out of his reverie when she nipped at his neck and that only made him drive into her more urgently. Noting it had stung a bit too much, his eyes landed on her mouth and he could see her pointy canines pinching her plump lower lip, a bit of blood coating it.

The sight made him almost come then and there, making him moan and slow his pace a bit to regain focus. As much as he wanted to drag it out and go at it for hours, he needed to milk another orgasm from her and hopefully satiate her craving for a bit, because this was rapidly escalating and getting out of hand. She was completely giving into her natural instincts; and if she noticed any of the signs she was presenting she’d freak out and that was not the way he wanted her to find out.

He flipped her over as though she weighed nothing, not having to hide his natural strength from her anymore and began pounding into her in earnest. He was close, so close, and he knew she was too with how she moaned and whimpered and called out his name repeatedly. But he didn’t want to knot into her just yet, he first needed to explain that to her, plus this wasn’t really the setting for it, he wanted to be able to cuddle with her like that in his expensive bedding back at home, not on this rocky terrain that was sure to leave some bruises on her as it was. He knew she could take it now, he’d of course never have allowed it had she still been just human, but even so, she was recovering, and he didn’t want her feeling any discomfort.

“Please come inside me, Harry. I don’t care. I need it... I can’t explain how much–fuck, how much I need it.”

She needn’t have worried, she wasn’t in heat (yet), so it wasn’t risky like that, but of course she’d worry about getting pregnant. Yet another reason why he needed to find a way to tell her, to avoid all the unnecessary worry on her part. For now, though, he was going to enjoy spilling into her warm cunt, because he needed it just as much. His eyes caught glimpse of her hands she’d rested her smushed cheek against, and her sharp nails were on display. Her much sharper nails. He couldn’t wait for her to claw at his back using them soon, but right now he needed to make sure she didn’t notice them. He grabbed her by her elbows and pulled her back against him, holding her hands behind her back with one arm and snaking the other to her front, finding her clit as he kept thrusting into her from this new angle.

She was already on edge and it only took her a few moments to reach her peak, crying out and letting her head fall back against his shoulder. The sight of the mark on her neck that she probably didn’t even notice wasn’t lost on him though, that was something that would always taunt him, knowing it was someone else’s bite that marked her. But he could claim it as his now, because she was, she was his. It was his cock she was pulsing around, his arms she was falling back into, his name she was whimpering- and so he allowed himself to bite over her mark as he finally gave in to his most primal urge- that of claiming her completely, while he let go and finally filled her up to the brim.

She didn’t even feel the sting of it, she was that far gone; if anything, it was pleasurable for her- as it should be. And for Harry? It was the hardest he’d ever come in his life. His fangs deep into her delicate neck and his cock even deeper into her perfect pussy, she was made just for him, and now she was his in every sense of the word.

With breaths heaving and soft gasps, Harry kept her tight against his chest. He wanted to tell her everything. Wanted so much for her to know what he was thinking. What had just happened to her. What she could expect and that it would only get better and better. If she thought that was intense…

And it was. She didn’t know how to describe the ecstasy, the relief… But it was more than just physical. Everything in and around her felt lighter and more lovely. She was happier than she’d ever been, she felt. She had a sudden urge to run and play; something she hadn’t felt in many years. It was as if being with Harry, everything just made more sense.

With a laugh she wiggled out of his arms and ran back into the water, diving in and swimming out toward the middle, only emerging with a sharp inhale for breath when her lungs needed air.

Harry couldn’t help but look at her in awe. His heart throbbed in his chest with love for her.

“Come on! Get back in!” Y/N shouted and began to glide through the water.

Shaking his head with a laugh he walked back into the icy water and then dove under to meet her in the center of the small cove.

She kept her eyes on the water, waiting for him to emerge but she felt his hand on her ankle before she saw him. With a yelp, she laughed and ducked under to pull at him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her body and pushed them both upward to the surface together. The lighthearted moment suddenly halted as they kept their gazes locked. Y/N moved her arms over his shoulders and drew her face in close to his, brushing their noses together, “I’m so glad I’m here with you. I’m glad I’m alive. I’m glad you’re alive. I don’t know what I would have done. I thought I lost you and that’s the last thing I remember before…” she paused, feeling herself get emotional she swallowed her tears, “It just feels like… destiny to be here with you.”

He could feel and hear her heart beating in her chest and he knew she could feel his do the same. It was as if his whole life had all been leading him to this moment. He knew that this woman was his mate. He’d always known it. Maybe ever since the first night he laid eyes on her in the woods all that time ago. Despite the fact that she had a gun pointed at him, there was just something about her. Something that he knew was different. He belonged to her before he ever met her.

“I’m so glad you’re here too. That we’re here together,” he looked down at her beautiful face as he continued, “I was ready to kill everyone when I thought you weren’t going to make it. Niall said there was no hope. That it was… too late for you,” he inhaled a shaky breath remembering the state she was in just days ago.

“Tell me about what happened. Everything I don’t know about, before, and after the fight. I want to know what happened.”

Harry began to describe the day he was taken and how he’d been outnumbered. He told her why it’d come down to that, about James’ and Irina’s involvement, the way the elders didn’t listen to him having already made up their minds and weren’t going to give him a fair trial.

But with Y/N’s quick thinking and by her reaching out to Niall a chain of events was set off that actually helped matters.

“Lester is a pack leader too, as you know now. The Pack of the Western Plains. He has connections all over. He’s very well respected. So, with his resources he made it so that there was a trial at the very least.”

“And Eddie too? He was there.” She said, remembering the events of that day.

“Yes. He was finally able to shift back into his human form. Because of you,” Harry brought a hand up to her face and gently brushed his knuckles over her temple.“I expected that no matter how the trial ended there would be a fight to the death. And I was certain that no matter how many drugs they’d given me or that they’d left me without food and water that I would be able to do away with James rather easily. But I was weakened. Significantly. It’s the only reason he even had the chances he did. It’s why he got in a few good tears. Had I been in my normal shifted state he would have never been able to penetrate my skin and I would have killed him within the first thirty seconds. And he knew that. So did everyone else.”

“They all let you fight like that? Did your pack not respect you as their alpha?”

Harry sighed and nodded, “They never respected me. They were always very rigid in their beliefs. They preferred the old ways of doing things. Most packs nowadays are more open and lenient. There are still strict rules we have to follow but tolerance is practiced these days. Not my pack… my old pack.”

“Are you worried they’ll come back and try to hurt you?”

Putting his arms around her low back protectively he pressed his forehead to hers, “I am. I’m worried they’ll try to hurt you too.”

“Even though you’ve given up the pack? And you won the fight?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t put it past them. I’ll do anything I can to protect you,” Harry paused and leaned back to look at Y/N again, “Which is why I think it would be good for us to visit Lester and Alma at the farm for a while. Get away from here for a bit. Just until we can get our bearings and heal.”

The smile on her face gave Harry relief. He wasn’t sure she’d be up for it, but she’d been surprising him since she woke up from her coma.

“That sounds like a really good idea. I’d love to spend more time with Eddie too.”

His heart continued to lob in his chest wildly. She was more than perfect for him in every way. He couldn’t contain his joy to have her in his arms, “He’d love that. Edward is very fond of you. And he was there, at Niall’s practice. With all of us while you were in that bed. He was devastated.”

Y/N nodded and felt awful about putting anyone through such distress. She knew it wasn’t her fault but she could imagine what it would have been like to watch a friend or lover unconscious in bed and not know if they’d come out of it or not.

“... And you? How did you deal with me being in that bed?”

Harry shook his head and let his eye contact falter for a moment as he thought back to how completely ruined he felt, “Felt like I would die if you didn’t make it. Like I couldn’t breathe or eat. I talked to you all day. Kept myself close by your side and encouraged you to wake up. Made sure you were comfortable in the bed even though I knew you couldn’t really feel anything. I didn’t know what to do. Niall kept telling me it was impossible–” Harry inhaled a sharp breath and tried to calm his emotions but his eyes began to fill with tears with just the memory of how utterly hopeless everything felt.

“Hey,” Y/N moved her hands to cup Harry’s face, “I’m right here. And I’m very much alive. We both are. I’m not going anywhere. You saved me.”

Swallowing his tears he blinked and forced the smallest smile, “And you saved me. If it weren’t for you I would be dead right now.”

Y/N leaned in to kiss the gorgeous werewolf. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so lucky to have him in her life. That he wanted her. She only felt more connected, in tune with him. It was as if the accident had altered something in her soul. She was changed. She figured it was love.

Harry pinched her hip softly and pulled away from the kiss. He couldn’t help it. He needed to be honest with her. He’d told her his truth when she was asleep but now that she was wide awake and in his arms he knew he had to say it that very moment or he’d suffocate, “I love you, Y/N.”

Her lips parted at his admission and she was suddenly aware of her body against his and the way his heart was rapidly throbbing in his chest at the same pace as her own. She felt as if she’d heard him say it to her before. That this wasn’t the first time.

She gripped his biceps tight and felt herself shiver at the intensity of his bright green eyes. He loved her. He truly did and she felt it deep in her spirit. Without a doubt, he loved her.

“Harry, I love you too. So much,” she gasped as he squeezed her tight to his chest and felt him purring against her own. The comfort that brought to her was consuming. She sighed and held him tight, her cheek smushed into his shoulder.

Everything around them was dizzy and soft. She was safe in his arms. She was safe with her lover.

When he pulled back a bit and let his head fall back, inhaling sharply and then howling loudly, Y/N gasped in excitement and couldn’t hold back her tears of joy. She smiled widely looking at Harry in his element, expressing happiness freely and it made her own heart flutter. He looked back at her, his wide smile matching her own, the echo of his wolfish howl still resounding in the cove, and she’d never seen him look happier.

She’d done that. Just by loving him.

The sudden vibrating in her own chest startled her. She looked up at Harry whose eyes were wide as he looked down at her.

“Harry– what…?” She looked down at her bare body, putting a small bit of distance between herself and Harry. The vibrating stopped suddenly as she put a hand up to her chest and looked into the crystal water surrounding them and reflecting the sky above and both their faces.

But then she stilled completely, the ripples on the surface cleared away and she focused on the features of her face, being mostly drawn to the bright golden irises staring back at her in the reflection of the water.

In stunned silence she looked up at Harry before looking back into the water again.

He knew it was only a matter of time. He just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

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