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The Hunt - series

Chap 3. I Caught Myself - Recom Miles Quaritch

this song is so fitting goodness gracious I’m a fucking genius - paramore will make a huge appearance in this series also TIME SKIP!! bc I’m bad at writing day by day stuff 🙂

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omayikaya!fem! reader

cw! violence, sexual stuff but not too much to be the entire story lmao and miles being American

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

This was so wrong you thought to yourself. It’d been at least a month since your capture and things hadn’t gotten any easier. So far you weren’t even allowed a room with a window because of a previous attempt to escape that only lasted a couple of seconds before being cuffed by the Colonel. His big hands wrapped your wrists as he dragged you back to your room.

His hands, you found yourself drifting back to the thought of them. They were huge, warm, and strong. His fingers thick to match them. And god, his arms, as if his hands weren’t more than enough. And his shoulders, so broad, adding more to his powerful demeanor. It felt so good that it was wrong. Wrong to squirm in your bottoms when he scolded you. Wrong to press your thighs together at night with the thought of him invading your sleep.

You’d be a disappointment to your clan, you knew this. But you just couldn’t help the way Miles knew which strings to pluck, all with a smirk on his face. It pissed you off, and turned you on at the same time. You began to crave seeing him everyday. Seeing his signature stupid smirk, and hearing his dumb, deep chuckle. It was pitiful almost, getting off on this man.

You needed a way to rid your mind of these thoughts, so when there was a suggestion from Spider for the crew to get to know some of the creatures of the forest, you were more than eager to tag along. But it was as if the Great Mother was playing tricks on you. Finding yourself partnered with Miles for this adventure. Each group was given things to protect themselves with, and a task. As childish as it sounded to them, they needed to bring back three items native to the forest, and describe at least one animal and what it looked like.

Begrudgingly, you began making your way deeper into the forest, Miles struggling to catch up. “You gon’ leave me out here all alone?” He asked. You huffed to yourself and shot Miles a glare. “You are too slow. With that pace you’d be dead within an an hour if a Thanator caught your scent.” Miles chuckled behind you, the sound bringing warmth to your face. “Oh, and would you mind filling me in on these, Thanators?”

You smirked to yourself and stopped dead in your tracks, taking your place on a branch. Miles stopped in front of you, taking a step back to allow you room to speak.

“Thanators is what your people call them, but to the Na’vi they’re known as Palulukan, the dry mouth bringer of fear. They are apex predators. More dangerous than any of your animals on Earth. Many other predators in these forests fear them, even we. An encounter with one of them is almost certain death.” You lowered your voice, watching as Miles’ eyebrows rose, and his ears twitched to every sound of the forest. It was almost laughable until you heard the low growl of a creature on the forest floor.

You were thankful you two had chosen to explore the forest from above. Whatever was down there, you certainly didn’t want it finding you. You chuckled nervously and hopped to your feet. “Well we’d better get going, you never know.” Sensing Miles uncertainty, you brought your hand up and patted his back, flashing him a smile before pulling your hand away.

You’d never been extremely scared of the forest, after all it was once your home, but the thought of all of the deadly creatures against just you and an idiot unfit for surviving Pandora made you worry. You took in a deep breath, continuing your journey deeper into the forest. Along the way, Miles picked some fruit, and nearly puked when he swallowed a mouthful of seeds. Which had you laughing until he spat a seed at you.

You spent the rest of the day explaining the forest, and eventually you and Miles spotted a Hexapede and decided that it would be your animal of the day. Making your way back, Miles explained some things you were confused about. You found it strange that these people needed so much technology, at home things were easier, faster without it. You preferred the traditional ways rather than the ‘modern’ ones.

Eventually you both made it back, finding that the last of the crew was filing in as well. You watched as Miles explained what you two found and saw, and felt some bit of pride for being tasked with being his teacher. On the ikran ride back, you looked down on the wonders of your home, wishing that you could somehow, get away and go back. But there was something pulling you to the sky people. Something that made you yearn to stay with them.

The thought stayed in your mind even as you sat down in your dinner. It confused you, these people had captured you, hurt you. Yet you found some happiness within it all. You guessed it was the Colonel, and for that you hated yourself. How could you betray your people like this. Enjoying your home with these monsters, demons. Even teaching them your language. It infuriated you.

How could these people, no, this man have such a hold on you. Your heart. You wondered if he even thought of you as something other than a guide and teacher. After they had no use for you anymore, they’d discard you. You meant nothing to them.

Balling your fists up, you got rid of the thought. You could not allow hatred to cloud your judgment. You needed Miles to see you. And you somehow needed to see him. If you could find a way to bond with Miles, build a friendship, you’d be able to find your way out of here and maybe buy your people freedom from the sky people’s wrath.

In the moment you cursed Jake Sully. Why did he have to bring this war to your people? Why did he continue to attack, continue to fuel their hatred for the Na’vi. They had already gotten what they wanted, the minerals beneath your home. And still they persisted, and now they were after Jake Sully once more. For their needs you were captured. Because of Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, your former clan leader.

You pushed your food away, no longer hungry for the food they gave you. You just wanted to go home. If you could go home you’d wish for nothing more for the rest of your life.

Sighing, you rose from your seat and made your way to your cot. The material foreign against your fingers. It was strange, all of it, these people had materials, everything and yet they craved more. Hurting Eywa to get it. You grimaced at the thought, the Great Mother, Eywa. You could not give up, you had to fight for her.

You bit your lip as you laid down, feeling the cushion dip with your weight. You lay there, thinking of the recom crew. Thinking of Miles.

In order to fight for Eywa, to help your people, you needed Miles. Whether you liked it or not, you would need to cozy up with him for the long ride. How you were going to do so, was a question within itself. You could try your best to befriend him, although his squad seemed to have a stronger friendship with him than you’d be able to achieve within a short amount of time.

You could try encouraging him to change, to see the other side of things, but he was stubborn. You could manipulate him, though you weren’t sure how that would work with your skills. Or you could try a different, more intimate approach. Something that couldn’t fail once a certain step was complete.

You could mate with him.

The thought made you shiver with a certain delight. It was almost too good to be true once you thought of it. However there was one flaw. Once you mated with Miles, there would be no going back. He would be your mate for life, and you could not change that. But the more you thought about it, the more you worried. Certainly your people would be understanding to know that you sacrificed your freedom and self to save them. But you weren’t certain that you would be accepting of it. Sure the fantasy of mating with Miles was something in itself but, in reality, it would be much harder than just becoming friends with him.

First you would need to get close to Miles, next you would need to establish a relationship with him, then you’d need to mate with him in the presence of Eywa to seal the deal. But after all of that you would have to convince him to stopping the operation. And that you knew would be a bitch. You sighed at this and rolled into your back. Just how in the world would you get close to Miles? And enough to get him to fall for you.

You closed your eyes, exhausted with the plan in your head. As sleep overtook you, you were unaware to the fact that along with this operation, Miles was tasked with the same thing. Miles winced at this thought, you were like a stone wall, just how would he make you his lifelong partner, and get you to betray your clan.

Chap 4. Thinkin Bout You

[harmonie-writes]

The Hunt pt. 11

Werewolf! Wonwoo x hunter! Reader

Summary: After going in different directions to work on different cases, you receive an alarming call. Driving to a small town that has wild nightlife and strange occurrences you begin your search for your missing hunting partner. This case you are about to take on will rival the others you’ve completed in the past. What could possibly happen as you search for your brother in arms?

Warnings: false identity, potential violence, language, depictions of gore, death, alcohol, mentions of nudity, mentions of ghoulish cannibalism, angst, fluff. Story is purely for fictitious purposes and doesn't portray actual people.

Word count: ~1.5k

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Previously on The Hunt:

He nods slowly at the information before handing you back the newspaper, "Do you want to go to the library and see if you can find any information?"

You're a little stunned at first, but smile after. "Yeah, it would be nice having some company."

Wonwoo stands and reaches for your hand.

As you're about to grab it, you cough. "Jesus, I forgot you were naked."

"Right… clothes first. Then library," Wonwoo scratches the back of his head, a small flush coating his cheeks.

Finally taking his hand, you smile, "clothes, then library."

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Pulling out a box from the shelf, you thumb through the files. Grave robbing. Looting. Missing limbs from graves. Raising a brow, you decide to take the box with you to the table where Wonwoo is sifting through a box of his own.

As you place your box on the table Wonwoo looks up at you, "Find anything interesting?"

"Some of these news articles mention missing limbs and grave robbing, figured it's a pretty good lead," you tell him with a shrug as you pull out the one that caught your eye.

Pushing up his glasses, he looks through the pages you've handed him. His finger stops trailing down the page as he pauses his search to look up at you, "You're going to Virginia?"

You hesitate before shrugging your shoulders. "I mean… It comes with the job, Woo. It's what we do."

You can barely let your eyes meet his, but when you do you notice the way his eyes lose their shine.

"How long," he pauses to clear his throat as he sets the paper back on the table.

"Probably a week? Maybe two?" You tell him as you awkwardly grip your sleeve. You've never had to deal with people worrying other than Adam, but now you're bonded. That by itself makes things complicated.

"We can, we can go home and talk about this if you want?" You tell him, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. You notice that your touch causes the tension in his shoulders to dissipate.

"No, no, it's okay. It's just something I will have to get used to," he gives you a small smile trying to be reassuring, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You nod buying it for now, but you know you'll be thinking about this moment later.

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Time seems to go quickly as you spend the rest of the morning going over old news articles and case files, and by the time it's mid afternoon you think together you have a good claim that a ghoul is terrorizing cemeteries in Virginia.

Leaning back in your chair you stretch your arms over your head feeling the way your back cracks. A pleasant sigh leaves your lips as you slouch over the table.

Wonwoo couldn't help but notice the way your shirt rode up ever so slightly revealing the skin of your stomach to him. The wolf in him was pleased at seeing more of your skin, but he was quick to avert his eyes back to a file in front of him. Flipping the article over, he sees a new title. "Cemetery Groundskeeper Missing."

"Hey, do ghouls ever eat living people?" Wonwoo asks in a hushed whisper.

You frown slightly as you recall what you know about these monsters. "I mean it's possible… they normally scavenge for food, but it's possible that they were caught in the act or have a new acquired taste," you answer, as you begin putting the articles back in the boxes.

Wonwoo is quick to follow your lead, most likely knowing that you have more to say but can't in such a public setting.

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Stepping outside the library you glance over your shoulder before hurrying to the back of your car. Popping the trunk open you rifle through your bag looking for a journal that Adam and you had begun filling out from past hunts, and tips from other hunters. Closing the trunk you motion for Wonwoo to get in the car as you toss him the leather-bound book.

Pulling out of the parking lot you begin recalling what you know about ghouls to him.

"There's a chance that this ghoul, or ghouls, are running out of food in the cemetery," you tell him, as you turn off the main road onto the dirt path to the cabin.

Wonwoo can't help the way his eyebrows raise slightly as you begin rattling off theories.

"They aren't nocturnal at all. They just eat any chance they get, and there's a possibility that they don't want to leave whateve home or life they've set up for themselves," you glance at him from the corner of your eye before continuing, "Do you know the abilities a ghouls possess?"

Wonwoo doesn't say anything and you point to the book in his hand.

Opening the cover of the book, he sees two different writings, one that's written pretty neat and one that's definitely a man's chicken scratch. Assuming it was your partner's, he begins flipping through the pages. There's information on demon wards and exorcism. Different ghosts and their weaknesses, things like iron and salt. Wendigos classified as fast hunters that mimic human speech. Each page had a small drawing of what it looked like in folklore. Finally, after flipping a few more pages, he came across the ghoul, a creature that scavenged its food from the flesh and blood of deceased humans. Scanning the page, he reads, "Consuming the flesh of the dead allows them to shapeshift into that person, can be living or dead. Some say that the memories of the eaten are passed onto the ghoul."

Wonwoo can't stop his lip from curling in disgust as he reads more about them. Enhanced strength, agility, and speed. How lovely… Weaknesses - decapitation or blunt force damage to the brain.

He shifts in his seat to face you, "You're not seriously going to go after this thing are you?"

You keep your gaze on the road, but your knuckles tighten ever so slightly on your steering wheel, "Truthfully, I don't know. Hunting alone isn't something I've done in a long time."

Wonwoo sits back in his chair feeling uneasy as nerves dance about his body.

The remainder of the trip home is spent in silence.

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Sitting at the kitchen table you can't help but chew at the skin of your thumb, a nervous tick you thought you had dropped years ago.

"Y'know, you shouldn't pick at your skin like that," Mingyu says, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth and sets a cup of tea in front of you.

"Oh, sorry, and thank you," you tell him, wrapping your hands around the mug.

Pulling out the chair in front of you, Mingyu takes a seat. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, lifting his own mug to his lips.

You can't help but eye the tall wolf in front of you before glancing out the backdoor.

Taking a guess he asks, "Does it have to do with your mate?"

You can't help but shrink in your seat slightly as he hits the nail on the head.

"What about?" He prods, noticing that it might take some effort to get you to talk.

"He's worried about what I do for a living. You know… hunting, especially alone," you whisper. You're not sure why you whispered, or maybe it's as if you spoke it out loud then it might hold some truth to it.

Mingyu nods and the two of you fall into silence for a minute before he speaks again.

"You know, werewolves have a huge need to protect what's theirs. Especially if it's their mate. But I'm not saying that as if you're a possession of Wonwoo, more like it's a need to want and protect you from danger. He's probably pretty nervous about not being able to be there with you if something were to go wrong."

You suck your teeth for a second before asking a new question, "Is the need to protect a loved one that strong?"

Again, Mingyu nods, "A pack mate is one thing, but a person you are soul bound to is another."

"Soul bound, huh," you murmur.

Standing from his chair, Mingyu tells you, "Y'never know, maybe he'd prefer if he could go with you."

You can't help but watch him walk out the back door to join his brothers, as you're left thinking about what choices you need to make. And they need to be made sooner rather than later.

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Garden

Chapter 8 of The Hunt

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Wolffe x Fem!OC, some Comet x Fem!OC

Check out the amazing art by kaijurave that inspired this chapter and the way I picture Wolffe in this fic from here on out!

Series summary: The 104th battalion’s new medic Rose comes into the scene dazzling everyone, ready for anything life as a battalion medic will ofer to her after having spent much too long secluded in a medical station orbiting Rishi. While she forms close friendships with the troopers, she and commander Wolffe never seem to get along. As arguments between them heat up, Wolffe is challenged to make Rose fall in love with him, a game that by no means will end well for either of them.

Chapter summary: Wolffe and Rose enjoy each other's company during shore leave on Coruscant despite the problems that lurk beneath the surface within the squad.

Warnings/tags: SMUT. 18+, minors DNI. Alcohol and a very brief mention of puking because of it. Also includes some good ole Wolffe fluff because I was just so in the mood for the grumpy man being soft for his lover and also I want to include a carefree filler chapter before inevitable DOOM PiV unprotected sex, please do use protection in real life, clit play, shower sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, light anal play towards the end (fingering, mentions of anal sex), dirty talk and the most minimum of hints of degradation if you squint, language, banter. Please let me know if I forgot to tag something!

Word count: 6.2k

Note: Writer's block hit me just as I wanted to start writing this chapter. I've kissed my posting schedule goodbye since it didn't work for me, I'm pretty sure that the pressure I was putting on myself caused the writer's block, so now that I'm feeling better I'm confident that I can update more frequently.

It had been months since last anyone had heard from the spy.

It didn’t make sense. Balmorra was supposed to be an easy mission, and it had fully gone to hell because of that one mystery person.

Security recordings hadn’t helped the wolf pack get much intel. The spy had known what they were doing, and they’d covered up any possible feature that could get them recognized. No crests or signs of affiliation were visible either, it was simply an average sized humanoid life form, dressed in dark clothing, not letting any skin visible, with goggles and a mask to shield their face.

The dead end kept staring at them right in the face.

Rose had spent almost the entirety of that first day of shore leave cooped in her room, sitting in front of the desk. As soon as she got finished with medical files and reports, she moved back to searching for the spy, rinse and repeat. She hadn’t left the room; she knew it was bordering on obsessive, to insist on finding that spy when it was obvious she wouldn’t find a new lead by staring at papers on her desk.

But with shore leave still ongoing, no new missions planned, and the boys out having their well deserved fun, it was all she could do.

In the silence of her barracks, even despite them being at the edge of the building with a view of the city, Rose made out the sound of steps approaching. Whoever was taking them was being careful not to be heard, and hushed whispers traveled through her door until the steps stopped.

Rose was already expectant when a light knock came on her door, but she hadn’t expected it would be her commander back early from a boys’ night drinking he and the pack had been planning for weeks.

Her dark brown eyes sparkled with joy, even if not much more expression showed in her features at the sight of him.

Wolffe smiled faintly at her, and he quickly turned around to give a signal to someone else, whom Rose figured was Sinker due to the silver head of hair she saw walking away with his back already turned on them, a hand waving dismissively as he stumbled through his steps.

Rose laughed and looked at Wolffe. “Are you sure it’s safe to send Sinker back on his own?”

“He was the least drunk of them all,” Wolffe chuckled as he closed Rose’s door behind him to then let his hands find Rose’s elbows as he held her in front of her. His watchful eyes grazed over her features, noticing the darkness of her under-eyes, the way her gaze wasn’t always on him, the way her red lipstick had faded, not having been reapplied for hours.

“You’re tired,” Wolffe said, his lips curving into a little smile as he watched her.

Despite her sleep deprivation, Rose managed her distinctive, witty smile at him. “Thank you, Commander Obvious.”

With a scoff, Wolffe looked over at the desk Rose had been working on and he sighed, gently letting go of her to walk over to it and see for himself what she’d been so insistent to work on. The papers were scattered, mixed between medical reports and investigations, with at least three holopads powered up on different tabs.

“Oh, Rose,” Wolffe said softly as he looked at her. “What is all this?”

She sighed, her features dropping into a frown, her voice soft and thoughtful as it could be. “We could have died, Wolffe… I can’t… I can’t let that person loose.”

Wolffe sighed back, but he found himself smiling softly at the woman as he walked back up to her. “I know. I want to find out too, but details are already scarce.”

Rose’s gaze traveled down to the floor as she heard Wolffe confirming the same dead end she’d brushed countless times in her investigation.

“It’s not for you to figure out on your own,” Wolffe continued. “You have us for that.”

Rose’s spunk return as she directed Wolffe a sly little grin. “Is that why you’ve been downing shots of spotchka with Sinker?”

Playfully, Wolffe rolled his eyes at her. “You said you wouldn’t be mad if we didn’t take you.”

“That was a challenge,” Rose wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m afraid you’ve failed.”

“And you say women aren’t complicated,” Wolffe tapped Rose’s chin with his finger as he walked past her and headed over to the side of her bead, looking out the window.

Rose’s barracks on Coruscant had been placed at a good spot. Despite the whole city, her room was able to get a breeze of fresh air, at least, fresh by Coruscant standard. It was a little prize that came with having a room so high up on the skyscraper, along with the fantastic view.

Wolffe seldom got the chance to get views like that. He remembered having a nice view from Rose’s room on Theed as well, but during those days, the view from a balcony was the least he cared about. As the months had gone by, and he and Rose had settled into the way of things, the euphoria had gone down until he’d felt himself going back to his roots.

That included a lot of gazing out at the views of Coruscant. He felt it ground him, and he liked the lights in the distance. Returning to Coruscant had become more of a homecoming for Wolffe than going to Kamino, and he wasn’t the only one in the pack whom that was true for.

Wolffe then looked over at Rose. She’d been silently admiring him as he looked out the window, her eyes having to make a clear effort to keep themselves open. He chuckled at her and he walked up to Rose once more, his gloved hand cupping her cheek.

“I take it you’re too tired to do anything tonight,” he said.

Rose leaned into the warmth of Wolffe’s palm, her eyes finally closing as she placed her hand on top of his. “I just want to sleep.”

With a smile, Wolffe tenderly brushed his hand away from her and turned around to begin to remove the top part of his armor, leaving him only in his undersuit from the waist up.

“On one condition,” he began. “Tomorrow, you forget about everything that’s on your desk and you rest. You’re going to sleep in during the morning, and afterwards you’re going to go out with me, and at night we’ll go to 79’s.”

She laughed. “Just so long as you don’t get in any fights again. You wouldn’t want me filling you up with yarrow again, commander.”

Wolffe had removed his armor from the waist up and he was facing Rose again. “These shore leave days are given to you by the military to recover. Use them. That’s an order.”

Rose wiggled her body and cooed at him. “You’re really sexy when you do that.”

A deep, smooth laugh formed at Wolffe’s chest. “Save that for when you have more energy, bunny.”

He climbed into the bed, his back resting on the wall just below the window, and he beckoned for her to climb in with him. Rose smiled brightly, the apples of her cheeks turning a shade of scarlet as she took his hand and let him pull her into the bed.

She snuggled into the warmth of his chest; the fabric of his shirt and his broad muscles made the perfect pillow for her to finally find some rest in. She faced him, curled up against him with her arms pressed between their bodies, and Wolffe leaned his head on the top of hers, brushing against the softness of her hair.

He felt his heart aching as he held her, unable to fathom the very core of the woman in his arms. Wolffe had realized it many times before, but it always hit him like the first, amazing him to no end. She was so soft, so small in his arms, so utterly his.

To hold Rose in his arms like that, have her trusting him enough to sleep with him, to have her love him in return, it was nothing short of a privilege.

Rose opened her eyes briefly and looked up and out the window to see one of Coruscant’s moons shining above. Its light was hazy, with a few clouds stationed in front of it, but it shone nonetheless. Rose could look at it for hours if she wasn’t so tired, but her eyes begged her to let them rest.

But how could she, when this was all she wanted? To rest in Wolffe’s arms, to have him as her pillow and her blanket, to never be able to feel safer than she did at that moment. And then, when she felt him press a tender kiss to her forehead, she felt her senses give out, prompting her to a peaceful, deep sleep.

A rarity on Coruscant was for there to be birds singing in the morning light. Often, birds would be overshadowed by the engines of ships and speeders carrying people ready to start with their day, but that next morning, when Rose woke up in Wolffe’s arms, the first thing she heard besides her commander’s steady breath was the singing of a little bird perched outside of her window.

One of her hands rested just in front of her face, the only thing standing between her and Wolffe’s chest. She rubbed her eyes as she slipped further into consciousness, feeling the way Wolffe softly stirred awake with his arms still around her.

He groaned as he hid his face in the pillow, yawning as he emerged from his own dreams. The nights he spent with Rose were always calm, peaceful; since he’d started dating her, the nightmares had become less frequent, and Rose rarely had to sit with him in the middle of the night anymore, comforting him back to sleep.

It baffled Wolffe how wonderful a good night of sleep could feel.

His eyes strained as they attempted to get used to the morning light, and his arms tightened around the warm, curvy body of his lover, his hands settling at the curves of the back of her thighs, cradling her.

Softly, Wolffe angled his head to find her, not having to open his eyes to do so. He felt his lips brushing her forehead as he planted soft kisses on her skin, only to trail down her nose until finally he kissed Rose’s full lips, soft and devoid of any red tint.

“You’re heaven to wake up to,” Wolffe whispered as his eyes finally opened to look into her dark brown ones only to see her brightly grinning at him with an air of sleepiness.

She giggled softly, nuzzling further into his broad, strong figure.

“What?” He asked her.

“Nothing, I just… I really love what you said,” she whispered, letting one of her fingers gently curl some of the hair on his chest.

Wolffe smiled at her tenderly, his voice lowering into an airy hint of the authority it always carried. “Well, you are.”

Rose shifted her body and positioned herself on top of him, and Wolffe’s grip on her loosened just enough for her to perch herself properly as she straddled his waist.

“Now that we’re on that,” she said. “You’re way more comfortable than that mattress.”

As she spoke, Rose trailed her fingers over the lines of Wolffe’s muscles with a featherlight touch, biting her lower lip as she eyed him with a delicate flame in her eyes.

Wolffe gave a low, proud laugh as he placed his hand on top of hers, pressing her palm fully on his chest.

“What are you looking at with so much craving, bunny?” He challenged. “I thought we were having a calm morning.”

“Oh, we are,” Rose cooed, bending over slowly to give him a kiss on the lips, short and luscious and filled with all her hunger. “For now, at least.”

Wolffe grinned, and he groaned as he thought of all the things he’d do with Rose on that day.

“But it’s not because of what you’re thinking,” Rose continued, her voice edging out of the seductive tone it had carried.

“Oh?” Wolffe asked her as she got up from the bed and headed to grab a change of clothes.

“No,” she winked at him. “We have a date with Sinker and the others for brunch, and that was a plan I was planning on going through with even before you sentenced me to no more research.”

Wolffe easily stepped out of his seductive mood as well, only to give Rose an are you fucking kidding me look.

She laughed softly. “And yes, you’re coming too. Cheer up, it’ll be fun.”

Wolffe sighed and pressed himself back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Honestly, Rose, I was kind of just hoping we’d spend the day alone together.”

“Oh?” She mimicked him as she powered up the stream of the refresher. “To do what, exactly?”

Wolffe sat up and looked into the refresher, pleased by the fact that she was already halfway through taking her clothes off. He stood up from the bed and paced towards her with slow steps, his broad figure looming seductively over her small, soft, curvy body.

“You know what, bunny,” he purred at her.

Rose couldn’t help the way her eyes landed on his chest, nor could she keep the hungry look from manifesting itself in her features.

“I want you to say it,” she said as she took a step back and removed her shirt, letting her breasts fall freely.

She didn’t break eye contact with Wolffe as she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, nor when she brushed her fingers through her hair to untangle it.

Wolffe continued to stare hungrily at her. “I just want to fuck you.”

Rose pouted at him, feigning innocence. “But, commander… We’re going to be late if we do that now!”

She stepped into the refresher and brushed her hands over her body as the water covered her, her gaze still firmly on Wolffe’s, rejoicing at how his eyes darkened with every second.

Finally, Wolffe slid his trousers off as quickly as he could. “The hell we are.”

Rose broke eye contact with Wolffe only to stare shamelessly at his length, already hard and throbbing merely at the sight of her. In no time, Wolffe’s body was in front of her, his strong arms caging her to the wall of the refresher as he became drenched as well. His lips crashed onto hers, kissing her with all the fire he could muster.

She moaned with delight at how good it felt simply to have him pressed to her; his lips, kissing her with that sensual fire he carried, his hands kneading at the flesh of her thighs, her ass, her waist. His voice, escaping him in low moans, groans, curses in his native language. Each time, Wolffe reminded Rose how irresistible he was to her.

Her hands went up to his head, and Rose entwined her fingers in his thick, black curls, though focusing on the few gray strands stemming from the crown of his head, falling to the sides of his temples.

As the kiss only grew in fire, Wolffe’s hands firmly held Rose’s behind and he picked her up for her to instantly wrap her legs around his torso. She grinned into the kiss as a playful, pleased coo left her, turning into a soft moan as Wolffe’s fingers found her clit and brushed it a few times, applying the perfect amount of pressure he knew always drove Rose wild.

“You’re so wet already, mesh’la,” he spoke into her ear. “I think you’re ready to take me. You said you didn’t want to be late, right?”

“That’s going to backfire on you, commander,” she teased back, her voice trembling as he kept playing with her clit. “I know you like to take your time, do things right.”

“I don’t mind getting gruff with you,” he smirked deviously at her. “And we both know you’re a dirty little girl who loves it when things get messy.”

Rose gasped, faking her indignation. “Me? But I’m so sweet and innocent—”

She was cut off when she felt Wolffe slipping his girth inside her, her statement, teasing as it was supposed to be, contradicted by the utterly obscene, luscious moan that dripped from her like honey.

Her moaning only continued as Wolffe quickened his pace, all the while looking into her eyes as though he were challenging her. His thumb remained pressed onto her clit, rubbing it while his cock did the rest of the work, slamming into her at a pace relentless even for her standards.

“Told you that you loved it,” Wolffe said between grunts. “You’ll love anything I do to you, won’t you, mesh’la?”

Her lips formed a pout, and all Rose could manage in return was a helpless little mewl that made Wolffe’s cock throb inside of her. It only made him go faster, hammer into her deepest corners as he chased his own release, and hers too when the rubbing on her clit got more insistent.

“Can I get you to come with me, bunny?” He groaned.

Rose was already so aroused, so entranced by Wolffe himself that his very words were enough to have her seeing stars. He looked unfathomably handsome at that moment, his strong body holding her, his skin against hers, decorated by drops of water sliding down him, as well as droplets at the edge of his beautiful curls, his eyes dark and dangerous and sexy, just the way she loved her commander.

Her fingertips clawed into his strong shoulders when she was on her very edge, and she let herself slip into ecstasy, her head falling back on the wall as her vision went white with pleasure, hearing her own blissful moans as well as Wolffe’s breathy groans of pleasure on top of the running water of the refresher, until she finally felt his hot seed spilling inside her.

With her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath, Rose felt Wolffe gently set her down, not letting her go until he was sure she could stand firmly on her feet. He then took some body wash into his palm and he began to gently brush it over her body, taking care of every corner, every curve, as though it were a rite of adoration.

Rose did the same in return, and she focused on cleaning his hair, until at last he too paid attention to her luscious black locks, both of them kissing lips with devotion as they let the water rinse them.

They helped each other dress; Wolffe carefully brushed Rose’s hair, and just before they stepped out the door, they shared one more tender kiss in her bedroom, their hands holding as they made their way down the corridors and headed to the restaurant Sinker had told Rose about early the day before.

The whole pack was already there, and they all looked at the couple with tiny grins as they took a seat at the table. Wolffe eyed the bright orange drinks set in fancy glasses in front of everyone, even in front of him and Rose, and for a moment it seemed alien to him, even ridiculous.

But beside him, Rose was delighted at the drinks, the bread, the fruit, the caf. Her eyes genuinely seemed to shine with joy, making Wolffe smile in silence as his hand gently squeezed hers under the table.

He was as lucky as a soldier like him could get.

“You two look very well-rested,” Sinker told Rose and Wolffe from across the table. “I take it you two slept together? I mean… you slept? Right?”

Rose chuckled, the opportunity never escaping through her fingertips. “Oh, we did. It was very good, if you’re wondering. And what did you do last night, Sinker?”

Proud as Sinker was of Rose’s wit, he stuck his middle finger up at her, not about to let her win the battle.

“He dropped Wolffe off at your barracks, came back to ours, cried because he’s still single, and puked,” Boost laughed.

Sinker redirected the middle finger over at Boost, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

At the opposite end, Corvis tried his best to hold in laughter at the sight of Wolffe’s eyes hardening at the little orange drink in front of him.

“It’s a mimosa, Wolffe,” Corvis said. “Yes, it’s a girly drink, no, it won’t kill you to take it.”

“What is even in this thing?” Wolffe asked.

“Oh, just some citrus juice and champagne,” Rose shifted her weight closer to Wolffe, tilting her glass close to his and clinked them together. “Fancy, elegant, soft. Alcohol you can drink at breakfast without being a social pariah. What more do you want?”

Wolffe met eyes with Rose, as though to speak with his gaze the one word he was thinking, and Rose’s features softened, as if she’d understood. Her cheeks adopted a faint shade of pink, thinking back to the way she’d woken up in his arms, to the raw passion in the refresher, until she was brought back to the present by Wolffe’s hand squeezing hers again underneath the table.

“You will make me trash the place if you don’t stop being disgusting,” Sinker said as he reached out for a bun from the basket of bread in the middle of the table, handing it to Comet. “And what’s up with you? You haven’t spoken.”

“You didn’t exactly let me sleep last night,” Comet replied, evidently trying to avoid looking at Wolffe and Rose. “There’s only so much shut-eye you can get with all that constant whining.”

“Except, who did the whining?” Corvis said quietly, though loud enough for the others to hear.

Rose lowered her gaze, knowing it would do little to diffuse the awkwardness of the moment. She was fortunate to have been with Wolffe, who knew how to go by any possible mishaps with his squad better than anyone else, and he started handing out bread to everyone else at the table, leaving himself for last.

He knew the best way to get to these men’s good side was through their stomach.

“We’re on shore leave, boys,” Wolffe said, speaking in his usual commander voice. “What have you all got planned?”

“Nothing that concerns you much,” Sinker smirked.

“Care to run that by me again?” Wolffe challenged the sergeant.

“Well, we know you and Rose have probably set aside the day to do disgusting, unspeakable things to each other, so the boys and I are going to hit the penthouse to play some games,” Sinker explained. “We’ll be there all day in case you want to drop by even though you probably won’t, but at night we’re all going to 79’s. That’s a must.”

“We’ll be there,” Wolffe confirmed.

“Just be sure to clean up beforehand,” Boost teased.

“And to lock the bathrooms if you sneak away,” Corvis followed.

“Can we talk about something other than our sex life?” Rose teased back. “Why can’t you guys just stuff yourselves in bread and bacon like regular men do?”

“Because, Rose, brunch is a femenine tradition that requires talking and socializing,” Sinker replied. “But you’re right, I’ll drop the subject. I don’t want to upset anyone at this table.”

Rose knew Sinker wasn’t talking about her, nor was he talking about Wolffe. The two made vivid eye contact like the best friends they were, promising they would talk about it later without exception.

After that, Boost found himself tapping on Wolffe’s shoulder, his eyes bright as if they were those of a child.

“Is there really bacon here?” Boost asked, hopeful.

Wolffe rolled his eyes. “Order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“Thanks, sir.”

Rose grabbed a bite of her muffin and ate it quietly as she observed the men around the table, each of them talking about something, just having a good time.

It seemed eerie to know of the gruesome battles they’d been through together, all of it seeming like a phantom when put into contrast with that moment, when the biggest concern seemed to be gossip.

But Rose would take it. She’d enjoy it, she’d enjoy Wolffe’s company. The charm of that morning hadn’t quite faded, and she frankly felt she’d burst.

There was nothing that could ruin it for them.

*

Wolffe and Rose had planned on doing several things with their day off, like visiting the roof gardens, dropping by the penthouse to challenge the others in whatever games they could find, eating someplace nice, just talking at a balcony with the view of the city, enjoying each other’s company like a couple, rather than just a commander and a medic who’d found love somehow.

They’d done the last part, but instead, they’d spent the entirety of the day in Rose’s room.

Make out session followed make out session. Their lips were sore and swollen from how much they had kissed. Declarations of love had been whispered countless times and in different languages, at different decibels. They’d had sex sweetly, passionately, it could go from rough to soft, tender to luscious, from the bed to the floor, the refresher, the wall, the desk, truly never being able to have enough of the other.

But when the sun had set, it was time for them to go back into the world once more, not wanting to break the promise they’d made to a squad who was counting on their presence that night.

The ambience of The 79’s was the same as it usually was, hitting Rose with that air of nostalgia and a sense of anticipation of a good night as she walked in with her arm linked with Wolffe’s.

The couple always stole glances from troopers and by-goers alike, all of them gawking at the sheer level of attractiveness that Wolffe and Rose oozed when they walked by, owning the place with every step they took. They made sense, they were hot, the concept of a relationship between them was promising.

People envied them, wanted them, wanted to be them.

Rose noticed Sinker’s waving hand and walked over to their booth. When they arrived, Corvis and Boost exchanged a couple credits, having bet whether or not the couple would deign to show up at the reunion, earning Boost a light punch in the arm from Wolffe as Rose took a seat in front of Sinker.

“I cannot help but notice you’re dressed better than the whole bar,” Sinker winked at her, his gaze shamelessly falling on Rose’s cleavage.

While Wolffe gave him a death glare, Rose charmingly laughed, inching her body a tad closer to Wolffe’s. She knew a night at 79’s called for a dress-to-impress mentality, and she’d nailed it with her tight black blouse and her brown, flowy mini-skirt with thigh-high boots.

She knew all the eyes were on her, including Wolffe’s. She’d seen him hungrily watching her before they left her room; she could have sworn Wolffe would skip on 79’s entirely just to have her in that outfit.

Rose did love to tease Wolffe so.

A waiter brought a round of light blue cocktails, handing one to each person at the table; Rose took a sip of it and enjoyed its delicate, fruity flavor topped by the intense sting of alcohol as she listened to the boys making conversation around her. They talked about the cutie waiting for drinks at the bar, except it turned out she was there with someone. They talked about wanting to take to the dance floor, but how none of them felt good enough at dancing, how they’d eventually do it when they’d drank enough.

Nothing spoke good times to Rose like a night out with her friends.

But as her gaze fell on Wolffe, she knew she wanted more. She wanted him.

Her drink was almost gone, and she felt the sweet waves of alcohol on her body. Rose had gone from mildly leaning on him to pressing her body on his, resting her head on his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his wolf tattoo with the tips of her fingers. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

Wolffe smiled at her, barely noticeable to anyone else, before planting a soft kiss on her lips, proudly watching as she blushed. Rose’s hands traveled down Wolffe’s strong arm all the way to his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, grabbing his full attention.

“I think I need to go to the powder room,” she said.

Wolffe moved over to let her out of the booth and she casually made her way over to the entrance of the bar’s restrooms, but before going in, she turned around and signaled Wolffe.

She hadn’t thought of being there all by herself.

Rose walked in and noticed the place was empty, and it was decent—the 79’s excelled at keeping the place clean. It would be more than enough.

Wolffe walked into the bathroom shortly after she’d arrived, and he eyed her with hungry, yet loving eyes as the door closed behind him, the music muffled but still booming outside.

“Still not enough, huh?” He teased her.

Rose thought back to the day behind her, to how sore she was, to how much she ached between her legs, her folds tired, quite possibly overstimulated—and most definitely still wanting more.

It would never be enough.

“You know what I want, commander,” she raised a brow and pressed her behind on the sink counter behind her.

Wolffe’s gaze darkened, his trousers tightening instantly as Rose leaned forward slightly, enough to enhance the cleavage of her little blouse. His gaze fell on the perfect curves of her taut, perky breasts, watching closely as they moved up and down with her breathing.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he walked toward her.

Rose felt her walls clenching around nothing, already anticipating one more pounding from Wolffe, her panties no doubt already getting drenched in arousal.

“Wolffe,” she whimpered. “Please…”

Gently, Wolffe set his hands on her waist, looking into her eyes and awaiting her words.

“I need to have you now,” her voice hushed, trembling in anticipation.

Painfully slowly, Wolffe leaned down and finally locked lips with Rose, kissing her for barely more than a second, but with an undeniable heat. His lustful eyes stared into her as his lips curved to form a seductive smirk.

“Turn around,” he said.

Biting her lip, Rose did as he said and turned to face the mirror, looking at her reflection as Wolffe bent her over the sinks. Her gaze fell on the way her own cleavage looked in the mirror until she became distracted by Wolffe running his hands up and down the back of her thighs, his gaze hungrily brushing over her body, a carnal desire visible in the darkness of his eyes.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, Rose…” Wolffe groaned as he lifted her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties down to her ankles. He brushed his thumb over her clit, swollen and wet from a long day of making love, still anxious for him.

“Wolffe…” Rose cooed, wiggling her hips. “Please, Wolffe…”

“If I’d known it was that easy to make you beg,” he teased, letting his hands knead the flesh of her ass. “Fuck, look at you, bent over that sink.”

Wolffe bent over too, his body over hers, until his lips hovered above her ear. He breathed out onto her skin, making her shiver, and he chuckled proudly as he uncovered his cock from the confines of his trousers.

“Good girl, bunny,” he whispered into her ear, delighting in the choked moan she struggled to hold in as he pushed himself inside her.

He started rocking his hips into her, his pace slow and passionate, letting her feel every sensation of how he stretched her out and stroked her walls.

Rose was so sensitive from the whole day that it felt otherworldly to her. He was barely moving and she was already seeing stars, switching from looking at herself in the reflection to looking back at him.

“The music’s loud out there, mesh’la,” Wolffe whispered. “I think you can moan, don’t you?”

“Wolffe—”

“And just think, if anyone walks in, they’re going to see you here bent over for me,” Wolffe continued, quickening his pace gradually until they could hear the slapping of skin filling the room.

Rose’s moans got louder. Her hands tightly held the sink in front of her, prompting Wolffe to stand back up straight and hold her hips for leverage. He became faster after that, no longer delaying in pounding relentlessly into his beloved, he too rendered sensitive from a long day of fucking.

She was intoxicating to him. The sight of her bent over that sink, submitted to him, her lips pouting and breath gasping in the pure ecstasy that he made her feel. Wolffe slowly slipped further into that same realm of bliss where nothing else mattered, where his mind would wander to all the things he wanted to do to her, to share with her. Every curve in her body was perfect, every sound she made, from moan to whimper, was delicious. Every corner of her made him lose his mind just a little bit more, making him fuck her harder, faster.

His hands found the top of her back, brushing down the soft fabric of her blouse as he kept up his pace. Wolffe then rested his hands on her ass cheeks, looking down at her spread for him, enjoying the view, and his mind continued to wander. Slowly, as though tentatively, ready to stop at the first sign of protest, he spread Rose’s cheeks open just a bit, gazing into the little hole and slowly taking a finger to brush over it.

Rose gasped, looking up at him through the mirror, but she didn’t protest. She noticed Wolffe looking at her for confirmation, and between whimpers, she gave Wolffe a clear nod.

He teased her a bit, brushing softly over it as he continued to pound into her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her, aroused by the delightful new pleasure. Carefully, achingly slow, Wolffe slid a single finger down the hole, his hips never stopping.

Rose moaned sinfully at the sensation paired with her pussy being railed. Her vision blurred; she had to grasp tighter at the sink in front of her to keep herself from moaning any louder, but at that point it was futile to even pretend she still cared. Rose reached a point where she couldn’t even keep her eyes open, she felt too devastatingly close to climax, one that would feel new and different, raw and downright lewd.

“Who knew you’d love that, mesh’la?” Wolffe grinned. “You like it when I finger your ass?”

“Yeah,” Rose whimpered, struggling to talk as the liquid heat threatened to spill into every corner of her body.

“You want me to do more?” Wolffe huffed. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

Rose’s eyes opened, her gaze finding Wolffe once more through the mirror.

“Fuck, Wolffe, do everything to me.”

Her words were enough, and Wolffe felt his cock pulsating inside her already clenching walls. The two moaned in unison, drowning in the carnal thrill of each other. They moaned the other’s name out, cursed, swore their love, until they were no longer part of the bar, part of the world.

It was just them.

In a blur, Rose got down from her high and found herself sitting on the counter, her back turned to the mirror as Wolffe slid her panties back on. She sat, her head spinning as she vaguely heard Wolffe cleaning up, until at last his lips found hers and trapped her in the most gentle of kisses.

When Wolffe parted the kiss, Rose looked up at him, a gleam in her eyes.

“Wolffe?” She whispered.

“Yeah?”

Her hands slid up his abdomen, finding his chest, until finally she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I love you,” she spoke, her voice carrying a subtle quiver in it, only making it more endearingly genuine.

Wolffe grinned softly at her. “I love you too, bunny.”

He planted a series of tender kisses on her lips, his hands cupping her neck and her jaw, holding her intimately close to him, once again rejoicing in her softness.

Wolffe met her eyes. “You want to go back out and dance?”

Rose smiled dreamily in return. “Only if it’s a slow dance.”

He tilted his head at her answer.

“And later I want to sleep in your arms again,” she continued, her head leaning on his shoulder.

Wolffe chuckled. “It’s a date.”

Rose felt she would fall asleep right there, and she knew she’d be safe if she did. It was of little concern what else happened that night. All she cared about was being with Wolffe.

The way Wolffe’s arms tightened around her, squeezing her more to him ever so delicately, let her know that the feeling was mutual, despite how much they seemed to hate each other the first night they’d been together at that very same bar.

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Something that could have been

[renzypretzy]

PEARL!!!!

I’ve been loving her since double life so im riding the brainrot to let me draw this thing thats been sitting in my brain since forever. I love it when she’s threatening <3

[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Me the last few minutes after tonight’s episode as an older sibling who’s taken care of their younger sibling their entire life:

[mayasaura]

The way The Locked Tomb uses cannibalism is so interesting, because while it does serve as a metaphor for intimacy, the series only uses it that way when it's cannibalism of the soul. Cannibalism of the flesh is either extremely limited, or straight up horrific.

Like step six of the Eightfold Word. It's literally presented as "consume the flesh," but Ianthe goes out of her way to specify that a single drop of blood is sufficient. The most unhinged act of intimacy in the series, and it's explictly the soul and only the soul being digested.

Human flesh is only consumed in any volume twice: John's post-apocalyptic survival cannibalism, and Harrow's delicious murder soup. Both those scenes are exactly the opposite of intimate, and about as far from erotic as you can get.

John and Alecto gorging themselves on anonymous strangers was debasing to everyone involved, and not something John ever wanted to be reminded of. Harrow's soup was a desperate attempt at self-defense, like an animal in a trap gnawing through her own leg. It horrified and disgusted everyone at the table, even Ianthe, the number one suspect at making it weird.

I love the overall effect of the layered symbolism, because it allows cannibalism to be explored both ways. Seperately, without one connotation implicating the other. Except for Babs, of course, who gets to be both.

[torteen]

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WHAT IT’S ABOUT

Winnie Wednesday has gotten everything she thought she wanted. She passed the deadly hunter trials, her family has been welcomed back into the Luminaries, and overnight, she has become a local celebrity.

The Girl Who Jumped. The Girl Who Got Bitten.

Unfortunately, it all feels wrong. For one, nobody will believe her about the new nightmare called the Whisperer that's killing hunters each night. Everyone blames the werewolf, even though Winnie is certain the wolf is innocent.

On top of that, following her dad's convoluted clues about the Dianas, their magic, and what happened in Hemlock Falls four years ago is leaving her with more questions than answers.

Then to complicate it all, there is still only one person who can help her: Jay Friday, the boy with plenty of problems all his own.

As bodies and secrets pile up around town, Winnie finds herself questioning what it means to be a true Wednesday and a true Luminary—and also where her fierce-hearted loyalties might ultimately have to lie.

[anxiouslittlecarrot]

I want to leave in writing my prediction that Leah Sava-Jeffries is going to follow Zendaya’s steps and do it early. She is going to eat, chew and swallow the outfit on every event and serve fashion to us on a silver platter

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The Hunt - series

Chap 7. Lovers Rock - Recom Miles Quaritch

reusing this song for a fic bc it’s literally so good omfg

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem! reader

cw! none

no warnings : proceed!

You adjusted Miles stance for the third time, sliding your hand down his back as you grabbed his waist, pulling him closer to you in order to wrap your arms around him. It was like he was doing this on purpose. Not that you minded, you got to feel up Miles’ back, attractive for reasons unknown to you.

“Hold the bow steady Miles.” You said it low, not wanting to disturb the hexapede you two had found. You stifled a giggle as Miles’ tail flicked between your legs, smacking your calves as he huffed. “I am!” He regretted his tone, watching as the animal startled and ran off. Smacking his teeth, Miles lowers his bow and whipped around to face you.

“Now look at whatcha did! We ain’t ever gonna get a bite if you keep throwing me off.” Miles’ ‘stern’ attitude was laughable, he didn’t mean it, and he knew you knew that.

You giggled once more and cocked your head at Miles. “You haven’t been focused since we got into the forest, Miles.” He bit his tongue, looking away quickly, embarrassed by his obvious feelings. His face felt hot, and his clothes were suddenly stuffy. Why’d you have to look at him like that, teasing him so much. It was unbearable. He nearly melted each time you said his name, and clearly you’d picked up on it. From the way his eyes refused to look at yours and the deep flush of his skin.

You breathed in this sight, you had Miles wrapped around your finger, and hell if you were gonna let the perks of it, pass up. Grabbing his forearms you looked up at Miles with a low lidded gaze. You began to massage the muscle beneath his skin, his person tensing as he looked back at you. You smiled softly at him, hands skidding further up his arms as you drew Miles in. “Oh Miles, don’t be upset, we’ve still got time before eclipse.”

Miles doesn’t even realize the way his body is gravitating towards you, arms going limp as you caressed his skin. His voice cracked as he said your name, wanting to pull away before you two did something regrettable. “Yeah, you’re right, we should get going.”

You pulled away, grabbing your supplies as you and Miles begin tracking another hexapede. The silence between you two becoming suffocating as your tails brushed up against one another. Even if you two couldn’t voice the obvious, your bodies would find ways to express them. Like children you two were, puffing your cheeks as you waited for the other to say something.

Miles was the first to speak, his voice wavering as he grew nervous. Bringing his hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing in embarrassment. “Why don’t we take a break for a second.” You nodded curtly, setting down your pack as Miles cleared the area.

You sat down on the pillowy grass below you, beginning to retrieve the snacks from your pack. Many were from the base, strange human foods you’d grown to like. It was nice when Miles would tell you stories about them, from his memories there were lots of happy thoughts when it came to the treat, ice cream. It was then after your first time trying the snack, you and Miles began trying new flavors together. You’d wondered how these humans were making so many types when all of the ingredients were back on their home.

Miles loved explaining the human world to you, an exchange between the two of you as you taught him to appreciate Pandora. Even as Miles ate his snacks, he observed every part of the area around you. He’d grown to love and respect the forest. With help from you, Miles became closer and closer to seeing Eywa. It made you so happy, seeing Miles understand your home. You smiled at him with the thought in mind, watching his ears track every noise made.

Eventually eclipse came, and your hunting adventure was over. The two of you walked back to base, following the path you two made. It reminded you of your second time in the forest with Miles. Searching for an animal to learn about as he began his first steps in learning the Na’vi way.

You observed his developed agility for the trees. He was beginning to adapt, to both his new home, and his new ways. It was the first time you’d ever seen him so calm, relaxed. It was scary almost. This man was feared and praised for his ruthlessness, and yet, he found himself amazed by the bushes full of kenten, unfurling their fans as you two startled them. He learned patience and happiness. The feelings foreign to the man who’s memories he harbored.

Miles began to learn separation. Separation of Colonel Quaritch and Miles. You helped him see this, for that he was indebted.

Miles focused on you, watching as you were gleefully taking in your surroundings. It made him so happy, watching as you found a spot that overlooked the river below. He joined you, sitting almost flush against you. You two sat the soft silence, no longer suffocating as you admired everything around you.

Miles’ ears perked up when you sighed. He turned to you, waiting for your words. Instead he was met with your skin as you leaned against his shoulder. “Miles.” He immediately stiffened, almost awaiting your command. “Yes?”

His gaze met yours as you looked up at him, neck craned as you wished to see him. Miles nearly died right then and there. Your eyes held his, exchanging words without speaking them, before trailing down his face. Miles face flushed as you looked from his lips back to his eyes. Your expression was softened, full of want and love.

“Miles.” You began to slide your arms around his waist, turning body to see him better. You say on your knees, hands exploring Miles’ back. Miles gasped out as you leaned forward, nearly having him hold you in his lap as you pushed closer to him.

“Y/n.” Miles grabbed your hips excitedly as you began to straddle him. The sight made Miles shudder. You were so beautiful. He massaged the skin beneath his hand as you giggled, bringing your hands from his waist to cup his face.

“Miles.” Your heart was slamming inside of your chest as you leaned in.

“Y/n.” Miles was going to pass out he thought, his expression hardly controlled anymore.

You pressed your lips to Miles’. Kiss soft and measured as you two pulled away. Before you could speak, Miles pulled you down for more, his kiss more sloppy and giddy. You giggled into the kiss before pressing your lips fully down once more.

Chap 8. All the Stars

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[harmonie-writes]

The Hunt pt. 10

Werewolf! Wonwoo x hunter! Reader

Summary: After going in different directions to work on different cases, you receive an alarming call. Driving to a small town that has wild nightlife and strange occurrences, you begin your search for your missing hunting partner. This case you are about to take on will rival the others you’ve completed in the past. What could possibly happen as you search for your brother in arms?

Warnings: false identity, potential violence, language, depictions of gore, death, alcohol, mentions of nudity, angst, fluff. Story is purely for fictitious purposes and doesn't portray actual people.

Word count: ~1.3k

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Previously on The Hunt:

The dejected sigh you let out causes Wonwoo’s heart to squeeze. The mental and emotional damage that your "job" has caused is immense. Maybe it was against his better judgment, but he reached for your hand in hopes of comforting you some. Seeing as you didn't pull away, he slowly ran his thumb in circles over the back of your hand.

Curiously, your eyes met the side of his face. It has been a while since someone had comforted you in such a gentle way: like you were made out of porcelain and glass rather than gunpowder and lead. Closing your eyes, you burrowed yourself further under the covers of the blanket, one hand still being held by Wonwoo. It didn't take long for sleep to reach you, but with the warmth radiating off the man next to you, you remained untouched by any nightmares that would normally plague your mind after horrible hunts.

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Sunbeams peek through the curtains of the window to shine light over the bed as if it were the sun's personal mission to assault your face so God damn early. Scrunching your nose, you start to readjust yourself but freeze. You are alone. You are alone in Wonwoo's bed. Sitting bolt upright, you take a look around. The door is shut, and the window itself is closed, minus the few rays making their way into the room. Everything is as it was last night. Your duffel bag is still sitting by the door, and to your knowledge, there's nothing new or missing from the desk or night table.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you decide to investigate. The coolness of the floor has your toes curling, but you slowly push past the uncomfortableness in favor of peeking into the hallway. Opening the door, you're met with silence, and it's almost eerie considering how large the pack is. You figured at least one person would still be in the house.

Shutting the bedroom door, you figure you might as well get dressed so you can figure out what's actually going on. Digging through your bag, you pull out a clean flannel and some jeans to throw on, as well as your boots. You attempt to rake your fingers through your hair to remove any signs of a bird's nest that you may have gotten at some point in the night before finally making your way into the hall.

Your footsteps seem loud to you as you make your way to the stairs. Images of the warehouse flash through your mind, reminding you of the silence that seemed to linger around the old building.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you're not surprised to find it empty. Your eyes wander across the kitchen and dining room before scanning the living room, where your eyes catch a folded note on the coffee table with your name on it.

Unfolding the note, you see that it's from Wonwoo.

Didn't want to wake you this morning. You looked like you needed some rest and looked peaceful. All of us were needed for patrol. 

Be back soon,

Wonwoo

The note is short and to the point, but you still flip the page over, hoping that there's more. And luck would have it, there is. Scrawled in different handwriting is a small note.

P.S. There's breakfast in the fridge for you. - Mingyu

You can't help but smile at how welcoming this wolf seems to be. Pocketing the note, you make your way to the fridge and pull out the bowl of fried rice that's still slightly warm.

Scooping a bite into your mouth, you wonder when they're going to get back before your eyes settle on the newspaper on the counter. Brows furrowing you grab the paper and make your way to the porch. Maybe you'd be able to see the pack when they arrive, and maybe you'd find something in the paper that seems just a little too odd for your liking.

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Finally reaching the tree line, Wonwoo shook out his fur only to stop once he caught sight of you sitting on the porch steps. He pushes past some of his pack members before breaking into a jog to get to you. 

As he makes his way up the steps, he looks down his snout and sees you circling some random clippings in the paper before looking up to greet him.

"Good morning, Wonwoo." You give him a smile and a tap to his shoulder with your free hand.

He huffs a reply before nudging the newspaper in your lap with his snout.

"Oh, this? I'm just keeping up with things… y'know?" You tell him, placing the paper next to you. "You do know that you can also talk to me as a person too," you tell him, raising your brows in amusement, which promptly earns you another huff.

Your ears and eyes are greeted by the breaking, compacting, and shifting of bones, and you are once again reminded that after a shift, they'll be stark naked.

Coughing you shift your eyes to the tree line, and immediately facepalm forgetting the rest of the pack is also still out in the yard and now human. "You know, I wasn't sure what I was expecting because that shouldn't be a surprise."

You hear Wonwoo chuckle as he takes a seat next to you. "It's also going to take us time to get used to you being here, too."

You're about to answer when you realize how much heat radiates off the man sitting next to you, and you can't help but scoot closer. 

"So, what oh-so-interesting things have you found in the paper?" Wonwoo asks, leaning over to see what you've circled.

Shrugging, you hand him the stack of papers and point out a couple of things to him. "This one right here seems a little odd. Mentions of grave robbing happening a few states over, seems to be happening frequently enough to be a problem." 

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you.

"You know your species isn't the only thing that goes bump in the night," you give him a brief look before continuing, "sometimes grave robbing is connected to ghouls. They eat decomposing flesh of people. Some cases have even said they even take the faces of those they eat."

Wonwoo's lip curls in disgust at that little fact, but you just shrug and continue. 

"There's a couple more, but I would need to find out more and talk to some of the locals around that area."

He nods slowly at the information before handing you back the newspaper, "Do you want to go to the library and see if you can find any information?"

You're a little stunned at first, but smile after. "Yeah, it would be nice having some company."

Wonwoo stands and reaches for your hand. 

As you're about to grab it, you cough. "Jesus, I forgot you were naked."

"Right… clothes first. Then, library," Wonwoo scratches the back of his head, a small flush coating his cheeks.

Finally taking his hand, you smile, "clothes then library."

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Chapter 5 of The Hunt

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Wolffe x Fem!OC, some Comet x Fem!OC

Series summary: The 104th battalion’s new medic Rose comes into the scene dazzling everyone, ready for anything life as a battalion medic will ofer to her after having spent much too long secluded in a medical station orbiting Rishi. While she forms close friendships with the troopers, she and commander Wolffe never seem to get along. As arguments between them heat up, Wolffe is challenged to make Rose fall in love with him, a game that by no means will end well for either of them.

Chapter summary: Rose and Comet have fostered their feelings for one another, but as Wolffe continues aching for her, a mission that leaves the two of them alone will turn out in disaster for Rose and Comet's relationship.

Warnings/tags: Explicit 18+. SMUT with two different troopers at two different times. Alcohol consumption, the idiots are drunk but not too drunk that they can't consent, i.e, everything is consented here. Hate fucking. Infidelity.

A/N: Ooooh yeah, the smut has arrived!!! For those of you who have read, maybe revisit this smutty smut! If it's your first time reading, enjoy ;)

YEAH RIGHT by Joji inspired this arc.

Word count: 8k

This fic is ongoing and posted to-date on AO3. Cross-posting on tumblr will be in progress over the next couple of weeks. After that, I’ll pick it up where I left off and post any new chapters on both platforms.

Anytime a shore leave extended for the wolf pack, they made sure to enjoy every second. The first three nights were all parties, mostly Rose and Comet having to take care of their drunken comrades and hearing the weirdest and funniest things they happened to say out loud due to the alcohol. It was quite the experience, but there were a few times in which Rose wished she could have a whole bottle to herself.

Whenever she was left alone with Wolffe, for instance.

She figured after saving Comet on Hoth, she and the commander would get along better—and then he tried to make a move on her in his own gruff manner. After that seemed to more or less improve, the two had made out at the lake where Rose had originally intended to take Comet—she still felt like shit about that. But despite having talked to Wolffe about it and deciding there weren’t any hard feelings between them, they still seemed to hate each other and drive the other insane.

It was a dodged bullet, Rose figured. She didn’t dare to imagine what it would be like if she chose to stay with Wolffe instead of Comet. That probably would have been over before a full rotation. Their battles, however, never ceased. Snarky comment after another, glare after growl. At one point, Rose even stuck her tongue out at the commander, certainly earning chuckles from her comrades who acknowledged her charisma, but only making Wolffe’s blood boil with more fervor.

It was obvious to Rose that Wolffe was beginning to despise her, and it always became far more notorious whenever Comet was around, as though he were warning his comrade to run away while he still could. The thought only made Rose want to barf.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Comet’s voice broke her off from her current train of thoughts.

Rose had been looking out the balcony of her room, separate from the clones’ barracks, silently admiring Theed’s landscape while fuming inside. Night had fallen not long before that, and stars were just beginning to gleam in the rich, royal blue sky, and the flickering lights of the city looked like stars on earth that could only have been brought down by the smooth breeze that kissed Rose’s skin, a lot of it exposed by the black silk tank top and panties she wore.

With a teasing smile, Rose turned around and leaned on one of the balcony’s pillars, adopting her best angle to enhance her chest and her legs as her eyes scanned Comet with playful whispers of desire, at least until she raised a brow at him when she noticed what he was wearing.

“Is that my sweater?” She asked him.

Comet chuckled and ran his hand over his chest, brushing the coral-colored yarn that made up Rose’s favorite oversized sweater, his lower half only covered by a pair of fitted black boxers. “I got cold waiting for you, fireball,” he’d gotten used to addressing her with a word for his own name.

“Sorry,” her smile was sincere and apologetic now as she took soft, barefoot paces towards the bed, her features readopting her spunk when she finally reached him. “Well, enlighten me. What was I thinking?”

Comet smirked at Rose as she sat on her bed, once again posing to purposefully make her breasts appear their best for him. His strong, calloused hands, those of a soldier, found her hips and ran up the sides of her torso and back down, the second time around underneath the thin silk blouse.

“Well, I watched you while you were out at the balcony—like I usually do, because you’re so damn hot—and I noticed your brow was furrowed and you were pinching your lower lip,” Comet said. “Which I wish you wouldn’t do, but I know you do it when you’re anxious or just thinking too much.”

Rose smiled softly at her man, heat rushing to her face at the sight of his unbelievably kind and soft smile.

“You know, I’m beginning to get why you like oversized sweaters so much,” Comet lightly tugged on the loose fabric. “They’re comfortable as fuck.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna have to take it off, sweetheart,” Rose chuckled. “That one’s mine.”

“You’ll have to rip it off me,” Comet smirked at her.

Rose’s laugh was rich, playful, sprinkled with a fine dash of seduction as she crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. She bent forward and rested her forearms on Comet’s chest, teeth flashing at him in a charming grin as she bit that full lower lip that Comet loved so much.

“I love that sweater too much to rip it, so here’s what’s going to happen,” Rose purred at him as her fingers danced on his chest. “I’m going to ask you nicely, and you’re going to take off my sweater.”

“An item for an item, then,” Comet replied, matching her tone. “I lose the sweater, you lose the panties.”

“Oh? Not my top?”

“I really like that top,” he bared his teeth seductively at her, his hands groping firmly at her ass. “Now take off the panties.”

Rose cooed, pleased by Comet’s sense of authority and dominance. He wasn’t the one in charge of things around the squad, but he surely had it in him to be a leader, and Rose welcomed that in the bedroom. She perched herself up on her knees and wiggled her hips softly as her fingers teased the rims of her panties, pulling them down painfully slowly. Comet’s eyes darkened at the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him, all but stripping for him. Swiftly, Rose shifted her weight to the side and she tossed the panties playfully on the ground, her gaze never leaving Comet’s for a second.

“Now take off the sweater,” Rose mimicked him with a hitch in her breath.

“Only ‘cuz you held your end of the deal,” Comet grinned, sitting up halfway to remove the sweater and toss it gently to the edge of the bed. He growled at Rose, beckoning her to come closer to him, and with her eyes scanning every line of his muscles and every scar that contrasted with his bronze skin, while his eyes remained fixed on her cleavage and the way her hair fell in graceful waves down her breasts, dangling softly as she bent over.

“Please, just kiss me,” Comet said, his eyes sparkling flames in front of her.

Without a second in between, Rose lowered herself down and crashed her lips on his, kissing him with hunger as both of their bodies ignited together. Comet ran his hands up and down her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin near her wetness but not touching her there just yet. Rose dug her fingers into his scalp and played with some of his curls, sending shivers down every inch of his skin. She rocked her hips against him, covering the black fabric of his boxers with her arousal and letting it bleed through, soaking his already throbbing length. A low growl formed in Comet’s chest, silently speaking his most sinful desires. He was so dazed that it took him a couple of seconds to come to his senses and realize Rose’s lips had left his and began their way down his neck.

She nipped at his sensitive skin, barely letting her teeth graze his warmth and she was already drawing out whimpers from him. He muttered how much he loved her, how utterly amazing she was; he thought he was only speaking to himself, but he said the words loud enough for Rose to hear, and she smirked into his skin as her kisses sailed down the middle of his chest. A string of curses in fluent Mando’a was spoken in his beautiful, deep voice as Rose softly trailed her tongue down his abdomen, perfectly marking out the comet tattoo he had on his belly that resembled the symbol on his helmet, all while her fingers delicately traced patterns on his hips and later his thighs as she got lower. Rose had barely done anything to him yet, but Comet felt his eyes wanting to roll back when he felt her breath fanning on his shaft over the fabric.

If there was anything Rose liked doing in bed, it was teasing. The tips of her fingers lightly tapped on Comet’s hipbones, approaching the rim of his boxers only to back away again. Comet grunted and looked down at her, his eyes pleading, pooled with fire; just having her there in front of his cock shot fire through his veins, and soon he was trembling under her touch.

“Please,” he choked out.

Rose chuckled, the sound sweet and seductive, his own femme fatale. “Such a nice boy you are, Comet.”

He shuddered at the mention of his name. “Rose…”

“Yes, Comet?” Rose knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his hand traveling to her hair to ball the wavy black locks into a tight fist.

The room was once again filled with Rose’s laughter, shocking Comet with how it could sound so playful and even innocent, yet so provocative, craving. But as he continued to process the delightful sound of Rose’s laughter, she finally wrapped her fingers around the hem of Comet’s boxers and pulled them down all the way, tossing them aside for them to land just beside her panties that rested on the floor.

Comet’s length stood proud, long, already dripping with precum merely caused by Rose’s kissing and teasing. She looked up at his eyes just as she inched closer to his cock, breath brushing over the tender skin. Comet’s chest heaved up and down, his hand still stroking at her hair, all while he waited for her to lick him, suck on him, do anything to him. Still in a manner of teasing, Rose grinned at him and let the very tip of her tongue lick from the base to his tip, savoring in the taste of his precum, taking in every groan and mutter let out by Comet.

She hit her own limit too. Comet looked delicious in front of her and, driven wild by his taste, she finally took in as much of Comet’s length as she could. Rose moaned softly at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her mouth. She ran her tongue swiftly over the veins of his length, aided by her hands to massage his balls and have him writhing underneath her. He saw white, only feeling her mouth on his cock, her saliva dripping down his balls, and just when he rounded up the strength to look at her, Rose’s gaze met his and she parted from his cock, mouth parted and tongue hanging out ever so slightly to emphasize the string of saliva that still connected her to the tip of his cock.

“Kriff…” Comet muttered as he took his hand to stroke her cheek.

With lustful eyes, Rose lowered herself back on him, her red lips parted around his cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him raw. A long, sinful moan escaped Comet; he knew he was close. With his hand, he gently beckoned Rose to look at him again, buying him some time before he could form words again.

“Rose…” he said. “Come here, love… I want to cum inside you…”

She cooed with excitement, her mouth still stuffed with his length. She pulled out with a loud pop! as his cock was set free again, and with a large grin, Rose crawled up to Comet and lied back on the mattress, leaving for him to top her.

Comet brightly smiled at her, bewildered by the fact that he was finally sharing intimacy with Rose. He kissed her lips passionately, reveling in how soft and warm her lips felt against his, only embellished by the fruity taste of her lipstick. Comet softly massaged her breasts over the silk top she still wore, pinching her pebbled buds just enough to make her whimper.

Fuck, she was hot.

Comet kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her tender skin to mark her with a prominent hickey to announce she was his. Still playing with her nibbles, leaving the hickey on her skin made Rose moan sweetly at him, her thighs clenching around his figure. He kissed along the edges of her top, along the cleavage and up the strap of her shoulder to take it between his teeth and growl playfully at her before kissing her lips again as he parted her thighs with his hands.

Rose nodded at him, grinning with a blend of love and thirst. Comet grinned back and inched himself into her tight walls, moaning at how hot and wet she was and how she squeezed around his cock. A brief explosion of pleasure burst in his chest the more he pushed himself in as he looked her in the eyes, and he pecked her lips when his tip reached her deepest corner.

Comet began with a sensual pace, always making sure to be looking at her. His hands held the sides of her head, fingers combing through strands of her hair. Rose watched as his figure swayed up and down with every rock of his hips. The fullness blew her away and drew moans from her she didn’t even know she could make. It had been a while since the last time she’d had sex with anyone, and to be doing it for the first time in a while, with Comet, it set her on fire in ways she couldn’t explain.

Heat and pressure bundled in her womb, liquid heat flowing down her body and filling every corner. Comet picked up his pace the more he felt himself getting closer. His eyes pierced into Rose’s; her hands traveled up and down his back, letting her feel every clench and release of his muscles. At last, Comet’s luscious pace had morphed into an unrelenting tempo, and the obscene sounds of skin slapping and Rose’s wetness squelching climbed above her moaning, They were both ready to release, ready to come undone in each other.

They were both moaning out each other’s names. Comet was the first one to hit the precipice, grunting and choking out Rose’s name as he lost complete control of his hips when the hot ropes of white shot inside her, his voice rendered to breathy moans just as Rose’s escalated when she hit her peak too. Her pussy gripped Comet’s cock even harder, and her body quaked with every wave of her orgasm. Comet took his thumb to lightly trace over her clit, only enhancing the pleasure and turning her moans into beautiful screams of bliss.

Comet pulled out of her just before he’d faint from overstimulation, and his body fell limp on top of hers. Despite his current physical weakness, he managed to wrap his arms around Rose and squeezer to him, lying beside her. He planted several kisses on her temple and her forehead, and as Rose caught her breath, her hands rested tenderly on his chest as she reveled in his warmth and the overall softness of his presence.

“You’re as amazing as I always dreamed you’d be,” Comet whispered.

Rose looked up at him. “You too, love.”

He smiled brightly, eyes closing gently as he drifted further into slumber. As she felt herself slipping off too, the gentle night breeze of Naboo pranced into the room and swirled around her body. Rose was sure that, as lovely as it felt, it would never feel better than lips on her skin, and with that thought she fell asleep too.

*

The sun rose over Naboo in yet another wonderful morning, with a shining blue sky, birds slinging, flowers in all their beauty and glory, sunlight reflecting of the lakes and rivers of the lovely city of Theed. Never had ordinary life seemed so beautiful to Rose, but of course, anything would so long as she held onto Comet’s hand.

So far, there were no plans for the day. No errands to run. Free as birds, Rose was ready to spend a whole day with Comet after the romantic night prior to that lovely morning. As she looked at him, she remembered the gleam in his eyes as they were molded into one, the sounds he made, the way his hands felt on her. And whenever he looked at her, he smiled widely, only fueling the flame between them. Their love was almost tangible, visible, obvious to anybody who saw it. A couple of lovers, glowing, each only belonging to the other—

“Why the fuck were you not at the barracks last night?”

Rose and Comet winced silently and turned around. While they were both dressed in civvies, commander Wolffe was fully armored, and he glared at them like they’d both just set off a bomb on a group of refugees.

“Hey, commander,” Comet chuckled. “Want me to lend you a shirt so you don’t have to wear that all day?”

“Answer the question, trooper,” Wolffe growled, not bothering to look at Rose, and trying his best not to look at their hands joined together.

Comet’s eyes quickly darted to Rose before he softly laughed again. “You want the short version or the long one?”

Rose blushed and couldn’t help a little laugh of her own. Only then did Wolffe’s gaze find her. It wasn’t like Wolffe didn’t know that Comet had spent the night wrapped in Rose’s arms, most likely after a very passionate session of loving. It only made the commander bare his teeth.

“If you must know, I was with this lovely lady right here,” Comet let go of Rose’s hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“You have to report to the barracks.”

“We’re on shore leave,” Comet said as reasonably as he could. “You said yourself once we had a bit more freedom on shore leaves.”

“And I was in my official room,” Rose intervened. “Still, technically, part of our assigned barracks. Comet didn’t step a foot out of place.”

“I’m addressing my trooper,” Wolffe snarled.

“Okay, I think you can avoid talking like that to her for once,” Comet stopped him.

The two clone troopers, often on good terms, puffed at each other; the testosterone was nearly tangible as they bared their teeth to one another, Comet clearly challenging the alpha wolf.

“Stop,” Rose stepped in between them, her hands resting on Comet’s chest gently to get him to stand down, but the sight only made Wolffe feel worse, and he was getting pretty damn tired of feeling worse by seeing them together.

“You realize you don’t have the day off,” Wolffe evaded Rose and addressed Comet. “Neither of you do.”

“Excuse me?” Rose.

“Comet would know if he’d returned to the barracks,” Wolffe said.

“What about me? I don’t sleep in the same barracks, when was I supposed to know?” Rose challenged him too.

“Early in the morning, but you clearly slept in,” Wolffe dissed her. “Comet, you need to help out at the cafeteria for the refugees. Corvis took the night shift, it’s your turn. Sinker and Boost will be there to help you.”

“I assume you’re going to split us up again,” Comet caught onto Wolffe’s intentions.

“Yes,” the commander replied shamelessly. He looked at Rose, his gaze still tainted with all the bubbling anger he felt, but he sighed regretfully afterwards. “I hate to assign you on this mission because it’s far less dynamic, but the queen’s uncle is sick and he’s requested every medic on hand to be nearby.”

“So I have to go help him,” Rose’s on-duty voice came out.

“Yes, and no,” Wolffe said, his voice gruff, yet his eyes oddly displaying sincerity, shocking Rose. “He just wants you in the building. Just in case. He already has two nurses and a doctor formally looking after him, but he’s both paranoid and egotistical. He wants all available medics, that includes you.”

“So I’m just going to stand there?” Rose asked.

“If it helps, the queen protested,” Wolffe told her. “And we’ll be in a big house.”

“We?” Her lips curled in disgust.

“Because you’re part of a GAR squadron, at least one other trooper has to be there with you—”

“Send Comet with me,” Rose said, her tone final. “You go to the cafeteria.”

“Are you giving me an order?” Wolffe snarled.

“I’m offering you a kind suggestion that’ll clearly be better for everyone,” Rose replied with an arrogant smirk as her arm linked around Comet’s, right in the middle for the commander to see.

Wolffe sighed again. He hated that he had to pull rank. He hated that he had to—and he hated to admit—come between Rose and Comet. It wasn’t his plan for the day to go that way, but higher ups had given him those instructions, and he had no choice but to follow them. He wasn’t going to put his troopers’ personal relationships before their duties, and though Wolffe was glad for his vod and, detestably, for Rose, his most despicable corner was also glad they wouldn’t be together the whole day. That same corner was the same one that made him drink too much the first night at the bar and insisted he hold Rose in his arms again someday despite already having made out with her.

Yeah, not even Wolffe understood all those feelings. They disgusted him.

“Protocol calls for a commanding officer when it comes to the royal family,” Wolffe explained. “I had no control over this, and Comet cannot be the one to assist you.”

“Give him your kama, he’ll pass for you,” Rose said.

Wolffe rolled his eyes, about to snap. “Did you not hear me? It’s protocol for the royal family. Don’t make me tell you again, we’re going.”

Rose sighed in defeat. “Fine.”

She was about to kiss Comet goodbye when she remembered Wolffe was still there, and she glared at him. “You mind?”

With a grimace, Wolffe turned around. Behind him, Rose’s gaze softened when her eyes fell on Comet. He clearly wasn’t amused either, but he also softened as he looked at her and held her hands.

“See you tonight?” Rose asked.

“I’ll sneak out,” Comet smirked at her.

They smiled at each other, and Comet lowered down to kiss her softly, though it was more than obvious to Wolffe they were kissing even though his back was turned on them. He even picked up on an incredibly soft moan that escaped Rose, and his whole skin prickled with both anger and desire.

“Don’t have too much fun,” Rose whispered softly when they broke the kiss.

“Impossible,” Comet smiled. “You won’t be there. I won’t be having any fun.”

“Well, don’t tempt fate,” Rose chuckled.

“I’m not,” he said confidently, tapping her chin. “Love you.”

“Love you,” she reciprocated.

His hand brushed hers until the very last moment before he walked away, glaring subtly at Wolffe as he left. Rose was looking at the ground when Comet got out of sight and, reluctantly, her gaze finally landed on Wolffe.

She was oftentimes not too happy to see him, but at that moment, Wolffe knew how much she hated him.

“Big house, huh?” She spoke. “Is there gonna be booze?”

“Most likely,” Wolffe replied. “Though you taking any of it will be frowned upon, obviously.”

Rose feigned a smile at him. “I’ll share. Heavens know I’ll need it if I’m spending a whole day with you.”

“Rose—”

“Consider it the tax that pays for our armor,” Rose scoffed as she began walking off with a dignified sway of her hips. “Lead the way.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes, reminding himself constantly how downright infuriating that woman could be, as if it would help either of them.

*

Not two minutes had gone by after Rose and Wolffe arrived at the mansion of the queen’s uncle and she was already thinking of ways to sneak out the trash chute—she would have gone through it were it not for the compactor. If no one was talking to them, Rose would sneak an I hate you, this is all your fault glare at the commander, and it was clear to him she no longer had any respect for him.

Apologetically, a handmaiden with big eyes walked up to her and Wolffe. Just by laying gazes on her, Rose and Wolffe knew she was the one responding to all the confused medics there against their will.

“I’m really sorry for all of this,” said the handmaiden. “He might not be as sick as he thinks he is, but the queen’s uncle sure is a bit… demented.”

“We won’t tell, don’t worry,” Rose nodded. “I take it no one’s really doing anything?”

“No,” said she. “He has his two nurses with him and they’re doing more than enough. I’d let you all go, but protocol won’t let me. Not when it’s been his strict request to keep medics on alert until he’s better.”

“We understand,” Rose replied kindly. “So… we just stay here?”

The handmaiden nodded. “It’s a big house, so the least I can tell you is to make yourself at home. Several rooms are available, perhaps you’d like to spend some of your shore leave there?” She picked up on Rose’s civilian outfit. “It’s the least and most I can do.”

Rose was clearly annoyed by the whole thing, but her gaze was soft and understanding towards the handmaiden. Seeing her that way gave Wolffe an odd sense of hope, thinking perhaps they could spend the day peacefully, for once.

“I appreciate it,” Rose said. “You have my comm frequency. It might not happen, but if you do need me, hit me up.

The handmaiden nodded and smiled. “Thanks.”

Rose nodded off and went to find her way around the opulent mansion with Wolffe following closely after her. They had to look in a couple of rooms that were already occupied before finding one that was free. Rose waltzed herself in and immediately went towards the cupboards resting on the wall, fumbling around the cabinets and grinning once she finally found the one stuffed with bottles of liquor and whiskey.

“You’re not serious,” Wolffe scowled.

“You’re still here?” Rose stood up, bottle of whiskey in her hand, and carelessly, she rid it of its cap and drank directly from it, grimacing at the way it burned down her throat. “Damn, that’s good. Here,” She threw the bottle at Wolffe. He reacted quickly enough to catch it before disaster happened; with a cold rush over his body, he looked back up to meet Rose’s gaze, cold and unamused. She knew what she was doing, the message she wanted to get across.

Rose grabbed another bottle from the cabinet and opened it too, ready to keep it to herself as she stepped out onto the balcony, leaving Wolffe alone in the room to inevitably drink as well.

The hours dragged. Rose lowkey hoped everyone else would desert the mansion if only it would mean giving her something to do. But her comm didn’t ring a single time, and the day was just too quiet. She even tried calling Comet’s comm frequency a couple times, estimating more or less when he’d have a recess or a break, but he never picked up. On top of the day being excruciatingly slow, it was lonely. It reminded her of the occasions in which she’d have free time at the space station orbiting Rishi, and she didn’t like it. She was out on a balcony, a whole city in front of her, and she still felt boxed in.

The sun was beginning to set and Rose counted the minutes before she was officially allowed to go home. The whiskey had disappeared gradually, the bottle only about a quarter full now, sending that weird tingling sensation down her body. The wind felt cold on her cheeks, prompting her to go inside. Stepping in, she found Wolffe’s figure sitting on the couch, upright and with a datapad in his hands, but his bottle of whiskey was even more drained than hers was.

Rose looked at him with eyes that were both tired and annoyed. “You’re still here.”

Wolffe mirrored her gaze. “Of course I am.”

She scoffed. “I’m going back outside.”

“Will you stop behaving like a spoiled brat already?” Wolffe set the datapad aside and walked toward her, his broad figure already towering before her.

“Oh, I’m the brat?” Rose walked slowly closer to him. “You got your way! You ruined my day!”

Wolffe growled and bared his teeth slightly at Rose, who had to admit the tingling sensation went straight down between her legs when she saw Wolffe’s expression.

She shot him a snarky grin. “You’re such a bastard, you know that?”

“How much have you been drinking?” Wolffe stole a glance at the bottle she held at her side, but let his eyes linger at the cleavage of her little black blouse, and only then did he notice the size of her breasts and how perky they looked. His gaze wondered down her green and black plaid miniskirt that teased just enough around her hips and her inner thighs, the smooth skin exposed and looking invitingly soft. He knew she was hot, but damn, was he only realizing how sexy her legs were, how sexy she was as a whole.

“Less than you, thank you for your kind concern,” Rose curtsied as a mockery. “Now leave me alone.”

But Wolffe took just one more step closer to her, enough for his breath to fan over her. She looked up at him with unchanged eyes until she smiled with spite. The two locked eyes with one another, both full of whiskey, but still clear enough to think. When Wolffe growled at her, he knew what he was doing, and so did she.

“I hate you,” she said quietly.

Wolffe felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end and his trousers growing chafingly tight under his codpiece. He slammed his bottle down on the nearby caf table, took her bottle, and did the same, all while his eyes pierced hers. His hand slid up her chest, easily gliding over the curve of her breasts before it reached her neck. His slender fingers wrapped around her neck, and he pressed just barely enough to lightly cut air from her, drawing a short, choked, sinful moan from her.

The commander then leaned in dangerously close to her lips and whispered, “Say that again. I fucking dare you.”

Rose smirked again, not cowering down like she expected he thought she would.

“I hate you,” she repeated through gritted teeth.

Wolffe’s fingers squeezed a tad more around her throat, enough to draw a delicious chirp from her.

“Yeah? Well, fuck you,” Wolffe growled.

Rose chuckled, looking as if she were about to spit at him, her eyes alight with spunk and with lust, and she took her own hand up to his throat and squeezed just as lightly as he was.

“Fuck me yourself, you bastard.”

Wolffe’s lips then came crashing down on hers, locking them in a kiss bursting with raw craving and fire. Their hands on each other’s throats, both were groaning and grunting as their lips continued to eat each other. Wolffe used his spare hand to throw away bits of his armor and then ran it up and down Rose’s thigh. He released her throat only for a few seconds to remove his gloves, and immediately after, his hand returned to her neck while the other one slid up her skirt and pushed her panties aside to rub her clit, too wet for her to have any defense.

Rose bit her lip and moaned as she rocked her hips against Wolffe’s fingers, while his gaze continued prying into her. She could almost see the flames in his brown eyes, but her own little whimpers distracted her from that. Liquid fire darted through her body as she began pulling on the top of Wolffe’s blacks, rid of armor, and she got the fabric off him to reveal his strong torso, the bronze skin lined with muscles and scars. Unlike other troopers, Wolffe had prominent chest hair, and Rose couldn’t find a way not to moan at the sight of the thick layer that faded down his belly into a treasure trail that led to his hardening length.

“You like me, don’t you, bunny?” Wolffe growled, a smirk tainting his lips.

“I fucking hate you,” Rose whispered, her voice contradicted by tiny whines as his fingers didn’t cease teasing her clit. “I despise you, Wolffe.”

“You’re not a fucking bundle of joy yourself,” he bared his teeth as he slipped his middle finger down her dripping entrance and kept his thumb at the sensitive little bud. “You’re insufferable… arrogant…”

“And yet, you have a cute pet name for me,” Rose innocently pouted her lips at him and prided herself in riling him up further.

“You know what a bunny is to a wolf?” His hand squeezed her throat. “A prey. You’re mine, bunny… you’re all mine...”

“You’ve wanted me from the start,” she chuckled. “That explains a lot.”

Wolffe growled. “You’re aggravating.”

“You’re repulsive,” she panted in response.

“Nauseating,” he countered.

“Odious,” Rose whimpered out, her voice then strained by a long moan just as she neared her climax at Wolffe’s skillful fingering. Her nails dug into his back, making Wolffe writhe with a hungry groan, while her gaze lingered down his chest. She threw her head back against the wall, ready to feel her orgasm take over her body, when Wolffe pulled his hand away and walked over to the couch.

Rose laughed. “Get back here and finish the job, you coward.”

“You’re going to have to hop into my den, bunny,” Wolffe emphasized as he removed his belt and threw it aside followed by the armor on his thighs, and finally, his codpiece, making his large bulge visible.

Fervor exploded in Rose’s body as she walked up to Wolffe and threw her arms around his back, wiggling out of her clothes as Wolffe pulled her shirt off from her torso and took her panties off to throw them aside, leaving her with only her skirt and her adorable black lace bra.

“Fuck,” he grunted as his hands firmly grabbed her ass, lifting her up. She hopped onto him and wrapped her legs around his torso, and he finally lowered her down on his cock and guided her body for her to bounce on his shaft at a merciless rhythm that made Rose’s eyes roll back and moans drip from her lips.

“Be quiet, bunny,” Wolffe’s tone was deceptively caring. “Other people in the mansion are going to hear what a little slut you are.”

Her laughter was rich and provocative; heat pooled in every corner of her body and made her see stars all around her. She felt herself squeeze around his cock that throbbed inside her as he continued to fuck her, his balance never wavering in his standing position. His most primal instincts shone through when he noticed a hickey on her neck and, asserting his dominance, he growled and marked her neck with another two, nibbling and sucking at her skin and drawing obscene sounds from Rose.

One of her hands combed through his curls, tugging slightly on them. Wolffe only had to keep one of his hands on her hips, and the other one ruffled through Rose’s goddess-like wavy locks as his balls kept swinging, hips striking her ass, both engulfed in steamy, raw pleasure. Not long after, her walls squeezed around his pulsating member, and Rose finally hit the peak she desperately longed for. Her moans, strained in an effort to not be loud, danced into Wolffe’s ears, pushing him over his edge too. He growled, kneaded his fingers into her meaty flesh, kept her forehead on his to look into her eyes, moaning out the word bunny as he reminded her she’d always belonged to him.

Wolffe grunted as he spilled himself inside her, his essence painting her all-too-sensitive walls. He relished in the sweet, high-pitch whines Rose let out at the sensation of being stuffed by his cum, and then, their bodies relaxed. Wolffe kept carrying Rose, his head buried in the crook of her neck. Gently, he lowered down onto the couch, sitting down with her legs swung over him, her body cradled in his strong arms as his lips trailed kisses along her neck and jawline.

He simply held her. Her scent invaded his senses, bringing him from a state of lust to one of peace. She was finally in his arms, her body against his, where she belonged, with who she belonged. Oh, she felt perfect in his grip, small and sweet, soft, safe. Wolffe backed up from her neck and his eyes sought out hers before landing on her beautiful lips, tainted red, and he leaned down hoping to feel their full form against his.

But Rose backed away. Her eyes widened in horror and she squirmed out of his grip, her chest heaving up and down as she panted, taking in the full weight of what she’d done as the ecstasy died down.

What have I done?

She scrambled around the room to find her blouse and her panties, her hands shaking in the process. Wolffe got up from the couch and pulled his clothes over him too, holding out a hand to try and steady Rose.

“Rose,” he spoke. “Rose, it’s okay.”

“No,” she panted. “No, it isn’t.”

“Rose—”

“I just willingly cheated on Comet…” her broken voice said, more to herself than to Wolffe.

The commander sighed, ignoring his own wound. “Rose.”

“Listen to me,” she said. “You and I don’t like each other. This never happened, and if it did, it was meaningless, you hear me? It meant nothing.”

Rose gathered her things and exited the room without a second thought, without looking back, without letting Wolffe say it wasn’t meaningless to him.

Naboo was veiled in the night now. Rose snuck out of the mansion, tears staining her eyes, making them sting with the cool wind. She ran down the streets back to headquarters, careful not to find anyone, and she hid behind a pillar at headquarters’ fancy lobby, rummaging around her purse for her comm.

She had to tell Comet. Hiding it from him would only make it worse. She loved him. She didn’t want to hurt him anymore, and she knew he at the very least deserved to know. Hands shaking, Rose dialed his frequency again, desperately hoping he’d pick up this time.

“Hey,” Comet’s voice answered on the other end of the comm.

“Comet?” Rose couldn’t keep her voice from shaking. “Comet, where are you? I-I need to talk to you?”

“I’m just heading back to headquarters,” Comet sounded on alert, clearly having picked up on the note of her voice. “I’ll meet you at your room, alright?”

“Yeah,” she answered and hung up. She rushed to her room, not bothering to look around corners to recognize anybody, certainly hoping not to run into Wolffe again. Her room was empty and silent, and she hurried to sit at the bed after closing the door behind her, hands pressed together as her thumbs fiddled with each other, every second feeling eternal.

Finally, Comet arrived, and with him was a look of worry and something Rose picked up on to resemble regret. It pained her that he’d be the one to feel that way. Heavens knew she was the one stained with remorse.

Comet instantly picked up on her worried expression. He closed the door behind her and went to sit next to her on the bed, taking his hands in hers.

“I’m here,” he said. “What is it?”

“Comet, I—” Rose’s voice broke, against all her pride. “I—”

“Talk to me,” Comet scanned her with worry.

Ultimately, Rose broke into tears. “I got drunk and I slept with Wolffe!”

Comet gasped, overwhelmed with sensations. Rose’s revelation, her sobs, the feeling he already carried with him before even reaching headquarters. He watched as she broke down before him, and his first instinct was to hug her close to him and rest her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Comet!”

He held her in front of him again. “Hey, hey, listen to me. Rose, listen to me.”

Sniffling, Rose looked at him.

“Was it consensual?”

“Yes,” Rose answered without a doubt. “Yes, it was, but still… It’s worse, I—I let it happen, Comet, but it meant nothing! It meant nothing, I promise you…”

She hugged him again, sobbing loudly into his chest. “I’m so sorry, Comet… I love you, you know I do. I love you and only you.”

Every word hit Comet like a dagger, but he knew he had to be there for her now. Whatever happened throughout the day didn’t matter, he had to be there to help Rose.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “Rose, look at me.”

She lifted her gaze. Her crying had quieted down, but her eyes were still puffy and stained.

“We all make mistakes,” he said, gently rubbing her cheek. “We’re not perfect. And I believe you. I know it didn’t mean anything to you.”

She sniffled. “It really didn’t. I love you, Comet.”

He smiled sadly at her. “I love you too.”

“Can you please find a way to forgive me?” She asked him, voice full of hope and resentment at once.

His heart squeezed, thinking in any case, he had no right to claim anything of her.

“I forgive you,” he said. “Even though there’s nothing much to forgive.”

“There is,” Rose strained, threatening to become a mess of tears again.

“Well then, I forgive you,” he hugged her gently. “Come here… Don’t cry, please…”

Rose tried her best to quiet herself down, still sniffling into Comet’s chest.

“Thank you,” Rose said. At the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to say much more due to her voice, but she was eternally grateful. She’d screwed up big time, which was undeniable, but Comet had a heart of gold.

And that heart of gold was the only reason Comet’s heart ached with emotions, for as Rose hugged him, her hand hovered just over the pouch in his belt where the new girl’s comm frequency rested inside.

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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore(Here!), Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: May have overdone it. Also, I'm a bit rough with my french. It's been 2 years, go easy on me.

There is a word for this young man. A term that has always been a one-way thing in his past. A noun that he has experience being the target of, and not the one it is describing.

Whipped. Oh, dear heavens, Vil is whipped for you. The thought both entices him and sends a shiver of distaste down his spine. Why? Because, my dove, in recognizing that he is whipped he is also acknowledging that he is dependent. Reliant. No longer the boss a** queen who needs nobody other than himself. The man the world knows him to be but this schoolboy crush has progressed to borderline infatuation.

Let us do a little synopsis of this downfall. A summary, if you will. An exploration of this Schoenheit's thought process as his prospective future melded from being Twisted Wonderland's resident supernova, to a domestic fantasy that would make his past self vomit.

It all began with a little birdy falling into a nest of snakes. Lost, alone, scared, weak - they slowly melted the hearts of everyone they came in contact with. Vil watched from the sidelines in interest. Not enough to investigate because *why* would he place his time in the hands of prey. It would be an utter waste.

Albeit so...Vil recognizes potential when he sees it. Not unlike himself, they took the hand they were dealt and carved a path to the top. He could respect that ... until there was a collision that threatened his own plans. Suddenly their oddities were no longer amusing and instead a hindrance. Like rain. Nice at the start, but the muddy aftermath never pleases.

And muddy his life became indeed. He became the villain he always disliked. Wretched and old. Completed his self-fulfilling prophecy...and somehow lost it all, yet gained something new in such a short span of time. He was no hero in the story, had no life-changing epiphany, yet somehow it felt different. For a brief moment, he was the fairest of them all to that little birdy. Despite his venom and scales, he was the fairest.

It dawns him that they both are not as alike as he once thought. He was playing a game of chess against someone playing checkers.

The oddity turned hindrance now became an object of interest. He started to watch them again and to approach as well. He wanted to bloom the potential he saw in them. Letting it go to waste would be neglectful on his part, so he would shelter them during their time in this den.

Or so he told himself.

While they could never make it to his level...the little birdy was morphing into a beautiful dove right before his very eyes. All without his help or a need for change. He never felt so desperate to be needed by someone else.

The object of interest becomes an object of affection. He doesn't want to recommend new potions, fashion, workouts, skincare routines - he wants to do them with you. He wants to sit in a rosewater bath together and talk about the day. He wants to be chided for wearing a sleepmask, blocking your view of his eyes at night. He wants to go on a morning jog together and share breakfast. To have you on his arm as he walks the carpet at premiers - brighter than any other accessory his stylist could choose. He wants to kiss your pulse points and smell his perfume on your skin. He wants to share clothes and give the press something to gossip about. He wants to love this little birdy who has always been a dove.

And he gets this fantasy. He has it for years but there is always an underlying gnaw beneath his skin that it is going to end - which he is prepared for initially. He does not do anything half-effort and dating you is not taken lightly - but he is prepared until he does not want to be. Until the possibility of splitting up is unfathomable and he can't imagine not having all the little moments that now he has become so...

Reliant. Whipped.

He initially wants you to propose to him, and hints at it frequently. How glorious would he look dressed in white, no? Which do you like better, black forest cake or almond chip? Oh dear...these tulips would make such a lovely Boquete for a bride...

You are either too dense to understand his hints (unlikely, considering you have years of practice) or he needs to take initiative. Well, if it is a proposal you want then it is a proposal you will get.

He stages it under the guise that he needs a partner for a photoshoot. Specifically for a wedding magazine. You, thinking this is another one of his blatant hints, comply to his pleasure. He calls in a contact from one of the magazines he has modeled for before and asks if they would like an inclusive - never before seen- scoop. Aka. to photograph his proposal and feature it on their front cover. With his reputation, the offer is accepted readily and they agree to set up the shoot with whatever theme he wishes. He goes traditional - set in a gothic chapel that is decorated with red and purple floral adornments. The works for a proposal with a dark vintage twist.

That morning, he leaves before you to handle a separate modeling gig. With a kiss to your wrist, he is gone and off to make sure that everything is perfect for when you arrive later on. Photographers know him for his tenacity, but none have ever seen Vil so anal over small details. Every ribbon must be perfect, there must be both black AND white rose petals spread along the walkway. You must be photographed in rose-tinted lighting, so the camera should face towards the biggest piece of stained glass.

When you arrive, you are escorted to hair and makeup in a whirl. The scene is a blur and you're decked head to toe in white. Gothic lace as far as the eye can see...and when you are finally allowed to enter the chapel, Vil stands haloed by his arranged decorations - waiting for you to join him.

"Stunning, my dear. You look absolutely stunning. A sight I will have etched in my thoughts for many nights to come..." he takes your hand, and signals for the cameramen to get ready. They instruct you both to pose as a couple taking their vows. The camera clicks once, and then Vil gets down on one knee.

You think it's part of the act and that he is improvising. Well, until he pulls out a ring from his breast pocket. One that is a sharp contrast from the dark atmosphere and obviously not a prop.

"Alas, my patience runs dry. I can no longer wait for you..." he begins, and takes your hand in his. Another click echoes in the room, "with this ring, I make you mine. There will be no escape. No lies or uncertainties. I am already yours. I have been for many, many years. Will you finally join me in matrimony?"

{Black Opal. Staring into the gem puts any viewer in a trance. It sucks them in with bright swirls - hypnotizing. It is so beautiful with its intricate pattern, yet at a distance it appears solely black. We often narrow complex things down to one-note interpretations. Do with this information what you will}

Our man of mystery likes to keep things fresh. He loves the thrill of the chase. The anticipation. The adrenaline.

There is no better game of cat and mouse in life than romance. At every stage there are twists and turns that one can never predict. Each day brings new surprises and events! At least, that is what Rook believes a relationship should entail. No partnership should ever feel the lull of comfort...no-no. There must always be a little spice and sweetness around every corner to keep the relationship alive.

At your side, Rook does not doubt his beliefs for a second. You are like a magnet for attention and rightfully so. Out of all the people he finds interesting...you are the most tantalizing to observe. He finds himself following your every movement early on. Long before you began to enter his personal bubble, you were rare prey for the hunt. Otherworldly, full of secrets, attentive, attractive, enticing - he had his mark set so firm that he would have watched you even without Vil's order.

Nothing is missed under his fond scrutiny. Rook is the first to notice small things, like if you trimmed your hair or sewed new buttons on your blazer. He has your walking pace memorized to match when he is at your side. He knows your favorite meals in the dining hall, your habitual seat in the library, how to read your body language, what your favorite treats are and when you like to have them - his knowledge is so extensive that it's up to you if it is considered sweet or creepy. Rook's affections are often teetering the line with infatuation; however, he is not controlling or weird about it. He simply is a romantic who feels the need to know the ins and outs of the person he will give his heart to.

If that includes protecting you from ill-mannered heathens and appearing out of thin air to catch you if you trip? Well, best not question where he comes from. Just know that you have a second shadow. He will only become worse when his affections are returned. You may feel the need to set ground rules for how he can behave in public. Loud declarations of compliment and suggestive topics will not be reigned in otherwise. He is a lover and a fighter. Remember that.

There will come a day that Rook feels you are ready to marry him. Yes, specifically you. He was ready very early on, likely because pining for so long (while exciting) was a chase that gave him plenty of time to learn what he wants. Any time spent waiting was merely for your sake. Only when he notes your fondness towards the idea of marriage does he create a series of tests to ensure your desires. Things like leaving a wedding magazine on the counter to see your reaction, and taking you for a romantic boat ride that just so happens to be a hotspot for couples on their honeymoon. He also mentions the topic in his flirtations more often, to see if you'll respond in kind or shy away. He is a thorough man, if anything.

Oddly enough, he takes a reserved approach for proposing. He uses poetry, which is not unlike him considering how he loves to speak with flourishes. In his heart Rook would love to set up an elaborate event to propose. Something exciting, like a train mystery or a scavenger hunt. Yet some things do not need to be active to be thrilling. Marriage is a delicate act, so it is with a delicate hand that he pens a book of poetry over the course of nineteen days. On each day, he writes one poem to describe one reason he wants to marry you. The first letter in the title of each poem corresponds to a hidden message that you will have to decipher. He does not tell you either of these things.

He hands the book off to you with a cunning grin, and says that it is up to you to find the hidden meaning. If you can, then he will give you a 'special prize'. If you ask the occasion, he offers one of his closed-eye grins and claps his hands. 'Because why not?' He'll say, and it's enough to pacify because it is such a Rook way of thinking that you don't question it.

No matter how long it takes, he waits. He'll watch you analyze each poem and pout for an answer - one he refuses to give. It's all in the chase, after all. He can be patient. All good things come to those who wait.

One cold afternoon, he finds you curled up on the couch in your shared home. A blanket around your shoulders, a hot drink, and the book nestled in your lap. Nothing out of the usual...aside from the pen in your hand hovering over a notebook. Silent as a mouse, he hovers over your shoulder to take a peek and smirks at what has you so miffed.

"Ah...I take it you have words for me, mon coeur. Are they perhaps about a certain mystery?" You jump, and slam the notebook shut before turning around. His eyes crinkle in delight at the sight - his well waited prize. The flush of your cheeks suggest you solved the puzzle and the sweat on your brow shows that you know he knows. Rook rounds about the couch in an instant and crouches on his knees in front of you. He takes your notebook, opens it, and displays the words 'Will You Marry Me?' for you. "Is this your answer? Are you confident?" You nod, avoiding his eyes and he grabs your chin to face him. With a hum of approval, he tips off his hat to pull out a wooden box. In the box is a ring, and he effortlessly slips it onto your finger without asking permission. "Mon moitié...mon trésor. Je te chérirai. Je t'aimerai. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir. Avec cette bague, je suis à toi jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare…"

{A large pearl, nested between two emeralds, and a pure gold band. In Rook's eyes, the ring should compliment the wearer. It is the accent piece to your beauty. It should be comfortable, so you never have reason to remove it. In addition to this, it should also serve as a reminder that he is always looking for you. The pearl represents his untainted affection, and the two emeralds are his all-seeing eyes. He hopes this ring brings feelings of comfort and safety}

He is beauty, he is grace, he will punch you in the face - unless you're the object of his affections. Then you get a get out of jail free card. One use. Reinstated every time his heart skips a beat.

Our young lad is a bit of an unpredictable case when it comes to his emotions. Growing up in a small town like Harveston, there was no one his age to spend time with. NRC became his first exposure to people his age, and that made you his first love by default. He wasn't looking for it, didn't have any way to identify it, and frankly he disliked the emotions at first for various reasons. There is a lot to unpack here.

As everyone knows, Epel has a feminine appearance. The exact opposite of how he feels inside. The frilly clothes his dorm makes him wear do nothing to fix that - and now there is this tingling feeling in his chest that takes away his thought process? No. Just no. Not welcome at all. He needs his wits to make up for his unassuming appearance, and he ain't going to have some stranger twisting that about just because they're a bit attractive. Every apple tastes sweet until you try another kind - he says to himself.

He lets it fester for some time and actively avoids you. He sees the hurt in your eyes at his offput demeanor, but can't do much about it. It's your fault if you want to put yourself out there when everyone knows he's not the biggest talker.

Unfortunately...you stick around. Being in his academic year means that most of your classes align, and eventually your friend group does as well. There is no getting around you, and it doesn't take long for other people to connect the dots. Any chance at him getting a tougher reputation were ruined before they even began.

Eventually his resilience runs out and he gives in. Except now we have reason two - he has no chance with you. Zip. Nada. How Lovely.

Why the h*ll would ya go for this country bumpkin with the social skills of a rock? You'd be crazy to an' he ain't going to put himself out for heartbreak.

Now he's stuck humming love tunes and making carved apples of your face because he has years of pining built up with no outlet. It's pitiable, which makes him seethe because he can't do nothin' about it. Rook teased him once after finding Epel making yet another carving while laying in bed, and barely missed getting an apple to the head. The splattered remains of his fruit art on the wall spoke more than any threat could.

Point being, he is emotionally stunted and so he does not ever confess. Not until you do, that is. In that moment all class flew out of his body and he reverted to the socially challenged boy he was before enrolling at NRC. An extremely rare sight for anyone to see...he cringes thinking back on it. When you first said your feelings, he thought you were pulling a prank and got pissed. When he processed that you were serious, Epel lost control of himself and just blurted his thoughts out like a child.

Which is why his proposal is going to be different. It *has* to be different. This time, he'll be the one to ask you and he'll be prepared to avoid any mess ups. He refuses to be one-upped for such an important moment. This time you will be the flustered mess, and he will be the collected one.

To do this, he chooses to propose back in Harveston where he is most in his element. You'll both stay with his family on a weekend vacation in autumn, which meant there would be plenty of open land to arrange for something nice. Not to mention nice scenery from all the fallen leaves and orchards being in bloom. After a long talk with his family, he'd arrange to take you on a day tour of the land on horseback. Basically flaunt all of his farmboy knowledge for a confidence boost, and at the end of the night he'd light a campfire. With some warm cider, the noises of the night, and calm warmth of the hearth - he'd propose. It was almost perfect. *Almost*.

A simple ring feels too disconnected for Epel, and anything extravagant is too expensive considering the family farm's financial state. So, he decides to make it extra special by carving the ring box himself. Wood isn't that much different than apples...

On the first night he decides to work on some finishing touches after you've gone to sleep, and sits on the front porch to widdle away at the design. Like he does when carving apples, he hums a tune into the night as he focuses. Thoughts of the next day making him a bit louder and more excitable than usual - which, unfortunately wakes you up.

The front door opens and he pays it no heed, thinking it's one of his parents coming out for some fresh air. When you plop down next to him and look at the box - well, to say the earth shattered would be an understatement.

"Why aren't you sleepin'?!" His heart hammers and he tries to hide the box under one of his legs. The reaction being too late, since you already got a good look at it. You quirk an eyebrow at his haste, and a mischievous glint twists in your eye. Without warning, you fight him to see what's behind his back. 'What'cha got there Epel~ Why you so embarased huhu~' you tease and his ears flush a deep red. "It's nothin'! Mind your own buisness" 'Well clearly it's something' "I said it's not for you! Get your hands off me," 'Oh? I thought you liked my hands on you~ It looked like a ring box though. Who're you giving a ring to, huh?' "Dangit maybe you'd find out if ya stopped ruining your own surprises!" In his last attempt to avoid your teasing, he tries to yank away but drops the box. It hits the porch with a thud and the lid pops open to show an engagement ring. "...ah sh*t," he swears and hastily crouches to pick it up. You don't tear your eyes away from it, neither from the carvings or how your name is etched in perfect cursive on the lid. Still on his knee, Epel checks the ring for damage before noticing your shocked stupor. He looks at the box again, and signs through his nose before turning towards you. "I had a whole day planned, y'hear me?! For once, I wanted ta be the one surprisin' you...but seein' how you're all tight lipped now, guess I did a good, huh? So? What'dya say? Will you marry me?"

{Crafted using the common hardwood from one of the many apple trees on the family farm. On the outside, there is a carving of a tree taking roots to symbolize the start of a new life. Definitely not because he was surrounded by trees while working on it, and decided to use them for inspiration. When the box is open, the top lid has your names carved along with the date. Well, the date of his *intended* proposal. That will need to be altered. Inside is a simple rose-gold band with small diamonds. Despite the ring's simplicity, he hopes his efforts to make you feel special are not in vain}

NOTE: Translation for Rook: "I will cherish you. I will love you. I'll never let you go. With this ring, I'm yours till death do us part"

[fauvester]

little moshang fan kid <3

spoiled, aloof, a bit of a bitch, terminally 'weak constitution'-ed, lowkey lazy, prefers reading his dailies in the office and pretending to do paperwork to fighting

[italoniponic]