Resident Redacted Rat

David: Ends up not being around them for a few hours, despite Angel repeatedly saying that they were fine.

"Davey."

Their husband, now since shifted back, kept his distance. Just to be on the safe side.

"Davey, c'mon," Angel rolled their eyes then held their arms out wide, "I'm okay, I promise! It'll be sore for a bit but hell, I've been through worse."

That didn't seem to change his worried expression.

They had convinced him to shift, they wanted to blame themself but he wouldn't let them.

He ended up trying to give "love bites," as it's known, nipping at their thigh...

Until they ended up flinching and tugging their leg back. There was some broken skin, a little bit of blood, but it was mainly just bruised.

He instantly shifted back to tend to it, before backing off to give them space.

Took him three hours before he shifted again, walking carefully and slowly up to them, and laying his head on their lap.

—

Asher: Will not shut up with the apologies.

Ash has been known to roughhouse, it's in his nature being the more rambunctious one.

So when he was bouncing back and forth as Babe held a dog toy — his idea — just out of reach, he went to grab it, they moved it...

And he ended up catching their arm instead.

They had never seen him shift back that fast before, nor have they ever heard him speak that fast, unless he's gone through a few Red Bulls.

"Babe!! I'm so fucking sorry— oh my god oh my god oh my god— I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Ash, I'm okay, I swear—"

He already had Marie on speed dial, since he didn't exactly trust his own healing abilities.

Apologized every five minutes... For the next ten hours.

—

Milo: It's rare, but when he did one time, he never let himself live it down.

In one of their hide and seek games, Sweetheart cloaked and hid up near the dresser.

It was one spot they haven't done before, and because of that, Milo could easily predict where they'd be just by narrowing it down.

Not by the couch.

Not in the kitchen, like the last time where they hid up on the kitchen island.

Not near the bed.

Not in the bathroom.

The one spot he hadn't checked was by his dresser. That had to be it.

Prowling over, he kept low to try and sneak up on them... Ready to pounce.

He lunged towards the blank space, not realizing how hard he bit down...

Until he heard his mate, and tasted a little blood.

He shifted back as they uncloaked, to see a puncture mark on the side of their hand.

"Holy fucking— Sweetheart, I am so sorry—"

"Baby, I'm fine, it's not your fault you didn't know where to aim—"

"Like hell it ain't my fault! I shouldn't have bit down so hard, I should've aimed more to the left, oh my god..."

He refused to let them heal it themself. He knows a thing or two, his mom has taught him well...

The only difference was, instead of a long lecture, he was apologizing.

—

Anton: Wanted to die on the spot (he's partially joking)

Love was trying to unpack a few things to get it all organized, they had been at it for hours.

Part of it was they wanted to get the essentials out of boxes before the end of the week... The other part was they wanted everything in exactly the right spot the first time to not go through the hassle of having to redo it.

Anton only wanted to get them away from it to take a break, that's all he wanted to do. He doesn't like seeing his mate overworked... Plus, he wanted some cuddles.

Playing around a little, he shifted to sit next to them and watch them. He would help, he wanted to help, but he knew his mate well enough to not get in the way of whatever they were doing.

His head moved as they did, wolf eyes watching them go back and forth with curiosity... Waiting for the perfect moment to enact his plan.

As they went to dig a few ladles from a box, he ducked his head in and picked one up between his jaws, sitting there with his tail wagging until they noticed.

"Anton..."

The tail sped up.

"Drop it."

He tilted his head as if he didn't understand.

"Babe... Drop the ladle. I need to put this stuff away."

He dropped down into a playful stance before taking off around the new place.

"Anton!"

His mate chased after him as he weaved between the furniture. It had become a bit of a maze, set down to figure out the layout later.

His mate attempted to utilize their plants to use their magic and trap him, but he dodged every vine that came his way.

They ended up going over the couch to get it away from him, yanking it from his grasp.

He went for it again just as they moved, clamping onto their hip instead of the utensil in their hand.

They flinched back and Anton felt his heart drop.

He was shifted back within the second, "Love—! I— I did not mean to— are... are you alright?"

"I'm okay, baby, I promise," they reassured as they checked on where the stinging was coming from. A graze mark from his canine, a smidge of blood but not really all that serious.

But to Anton, he wanted to crawl through the floor.

"B-Blake...Blake, please, please."

His name never sounded sweeter, but the pleas fell on deaf ears. If it wasn't for the fog that their brain was swimming in, they would think with every another one that they managed to stutter through gritted teeth that he doubled the efforts, his long, slender fingers digging into the meat of their thighs that barely could be kept still.

Their whole body felt like it was on fire, writhing under his touch like a rowdy, untamed horse only he had a way with.

It started simply. They wanted to check out the place that just opened, he said it would be his pleasure to go along. Everything was finally going well for them, so a treat was bound to happen sooner or later.

The complications began the moment they called for him to get his insight on the outfit. The shirt didn't feel right, and why not use the extra person that lived in the same apartment for fashion advice? Especially if the person was always kimd enough to tell them they looked amazing? They may have been a little vain, but who isn't?

He didn't say anything upon seeing them. He just grabbed their hand and pulled them closer, lips inches away from theirs, hesitating, before pulling them in for a kiss that shook their knees. Then, it was just an easy walk back to the bed, them being settled on the soft sheets, legs hiked up as he kept kissing the spot that they deemed imperfect. To make up for the insult they dared to speak of themselves.

"Blake–"

He mumbled something incoherent, too occupied with matter at hand. And mouth. And the tip of his nose that grinded in slow circles that has been driving them up the wall.

"Blake, please–"

He pulled away, just slightly, to draw enough breath into his lungs, lunging once more to the spot between their thighs that began to shake, wrapping around his head and squeezing tightly, back arching because how deep they were feeling him. How overwhelming, how warm and wet and him.

As they laid there, head on a pillow he slept on, sunlight catching their face and leaving a trace of a faint halo on top, he thought he already died and met an angel. That's what they were to him, the guardian angel, the one to protect him from himself, as he was losing it, only tether to the real world being their fingers digging so deep into his scalp he was sure it would break the skin or worse. Did it matter?

No.

Only thing that mattered was them whining his name and spasming on his tongue like a vice.

"Just...just a little more, please, please ple–"

He gave more than they asked for, groaning as the final twitch made him shudder, blissed out eyes finally opening to look up at them, spent and panting, deadly grip on his hair finally easing up.

He outdid himself, he had to admit, seeing how they trembled and gasped for air, hands reaching for him on instinct. He nuzzled their thigh as a half meant apology.

"We were supposed to get dinner." the blaming gleam in their eyes when they finally could take a proper breath only fueled the smirk he had on his lips that glistened in the sunlight.

He wiped them with top of his hand, the other one already reaching to the silver belt buckle that barely kept the pants on as they hung low on his hips, waist worth a crime.

"I'll just go straight for the dessert." the same skilled fingers now undid the clasp, making them gulp with both anticipation and dread of how much more would he offer.

+ an extra under the cut!

—

Guy grinned.

Honey immediately knew he was up to something.

Especially because he kept giggling before he even said the sentence.

“If you don’t catch this.” He held a piece of gum in his hand. “You have to give me head.”

Honey rolled their eyes. But as always they didn’t reject him, instead getting ready to catch.

“Wait, with my mouth or my hands?”

“Anything! Ready?”

Honey nodded, raising an eyebrow as Guy snickered again.

He raised his arm.

Honey locked their eyes on the gum.

And then…

Guy threw it with overwhelming force out the window.

Honey stood there befuddled.

“Looks like I won.” He beamed, sauntering over to them and pulling them closer with his hands snaking around their waist.

“So…? How do you want to do this?”

Honey was going to kill him.

Maybe with head so mind blowing he can’t even form words with his mouth.

That sounded like a good idea.

Honey smirked.

They lean in closer to point at something, but all Lincoln can think about is how close they are, how they smell amazing, and how his heart is beating fast and loud in his ear

They lean in closer to point at something, but all Lincoln can think about is how close they are, how they smell amazing, and how his heart is beating fast and loud in his ear

Baaabe with no drivers license I love you

Darlin with a revoked license I love you

I love you Freelancer who prefers biking and riding with friends

Honey that takes public transport you're so special to me I love you

Angel would be a total rage baiting menace when David would be mowing the lawn.

“Oh, Daveyyy, you missed a spot” says Angel as they point at a very obvious spot that David totally noticed and was totally about to correct.

The Pack chose a couple of tables away from most people, just to hear each other talk if nothing else. Sam, Darlin', David, and Angel at one; Asher, Babe, Milo, and Sweetheart at the one close by, to the point of scooting the tables together to group up a little easier.

David felt a little bad about dragging Sam to another club, mostly because of how loud the music was, just to get told that the Vamp was ultimately used to it. David did not question what that meant, nor did he want to know.

Angel had one too many drinks and ended up clinging to their husband's side, and the others learned that when Angel was tipsy, they were even more affectionate. The others didn't even know that was possible.

Darlin' kept on strong, seemingly unaffected by everything. They've been to their fair share of these, so they get used to nursing drinks. And of course, their mate was even more unaffected by the drinks, but that was pretty obvious.

Sweetheart and Babe were trying to hear each other talk over the music, eventually giving up and texting to one another just to have some semblance of a conversation.

All while Milo kept glaring at anyone getting even within five feet of his mate. It took a bit for Sweetheart to catch on.

"Babe, if you keep that up, you're gonna burn a hole in someone."

"Good," he huffed, an arm around them at all times, "maybe it'd teach them not to fuck with me."

"C'mon, Milo," Ash traced around the rim of his drink, "no one is gonna be stupid enough to mess with you or your mate. Pretty sure we've all got enough of a reputation for people to know not to do something stupid."

"I still don't trust a damn person in this place. Not with the amount of booze that's flowin' through here."

"Sometimes I can't decide which one can get more jealous, you or David over there—"

"I heard that, Asher."

"How??"

"Your back is literally right there," David leaned back to look at the Beta, "you're not slick. And I do not get jealous."

Every single other one at the table, even Angel, gave him the same disbelieving look; just making him scoff and go back to talking with the ones at his table.

"Either way," Milo jabbed a finger towards the back of David, "he still beats me on that. I've heard him, everyone's heard him. I do not get jealous—"

"Bullshit," Ash, Babe, and Sweetheart all said in unison.

Milo gave his mate a heatless look, "Hey, you're supposed to be on my side!"

"Well, out of all people," they laid their head against his shoulder, "I know best that you definitely get jealous."

He ended up puffing out a huff instead of attempting to refute it, he really couldn't once he thought about it.

Ash went to stand from the table, "I'm gonna get this topped off," he held up his glass with a little shake of it, "I'll be back, don't miss me too much," he teased as he gave his mate a quick kiss before weaving through people and tables.

"How can he not spill any of that goin' through all those people..." Milo rolled his eyes, "Guess I don't got the knack for that shit, if I tried, I know I'd get my ass beat accidentally spillin' something on the wrong guy."

"Eh, I think you could take it," Sweetheart commented, getting a sip of their drink. "I believe in you, baby."

"I guess I'll take that sentiment in good heart that you think I'd win a fight against some drunk brawler."

"Drunk people feel no pain," Babe looked towards the dance floor then back to the table, "but they also have the coordination of a baby deer on ice, so yeah... You could take one on."

"Let's just hope I don't find out either fuckin' way, huh?"

Babe snorted and looked around to see if they could see Ash from where they were. There was way too many people to see him specifically, but they knew the general vicinity based on catching his voice every so often.

They noticed some random guy looking at them from across the club, instantly looking away.

Don't do the thing.

Don't do that damn thing.

Don't do that fucking thing of thinking they were flirting just catching the dude's eye for 0.5 seconds.

Don't do it...

"Hey there~"

Fucking hell, he did the thing...

Babe tried to ignore the voice behind them, maybe if they ignored him, he'd go away...

"The name's Devin," the guy continued, taking Asher's chair to sit.

God fucking damn it.

"So..." Devin leaned over, "what's your name, huh?"

Babe eyed him suspiciously, giving the guy a once over before carefully saying their name. The guy repeated it a few times, as if he was trying it out.

"Ay, dickhead," Milo snapped his fingers a few times, "if ya ain't noticed, we didn't wantcha here, and besides," he sat back with a snort, "they're fuckin' married."

"Married, huh?" Devin acted like he didn't believe it, "I don't see a ring."

"Maybe open your god damn eyes and get ya head outta your ass," Milo muttered into his drink as he sipped on it, and thankfully, the music drowned his words out, "takes two fuckin seconds to look...

Babe instead held up their ring hand to show that they weren't kidding. "Two years."

"Oh yeah?" The guy got dangerously close to them. "Then where's the fabled husband, huh? I don't see him."

"Turn around."

The guy rolled his eyes and turned, having to look up to see a stone faced Asher.

The beta's lip quirked up in a sarcastic sneer, "Now you see him."

Devin gave him a once over, "I don't see much."

Milo was about to jump the guy, but his mate held him back; David stayed quiet, eyeing the interaction in the corner of his eye while Sam and Darlin' gave the creep a glare.

Ash could tell the guy was unempowered based on the lack of a core, so he was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was going to try and be nice... Nah.

"I'm gonna say this once, and once only," he bent down to get up in the guy's face as he growled out a low, teeth bared in a warning, "get... the fuck... away from them..."

Instead of having the effect Ash wanted, the guy just scoffed, "Or else what? Huh? You don't look all that tough."

Ash didn't look insulted but oh he felt it. His expression barely changed as he straightened up. "Wanna bet?"

"Yeah," the guy egged him on, "I do, actually. Bet you a round of drinks that you can't do sh—iiiiit—hey!! Let go, you fucking asshole!!"

Before the entire threat went through, Ash grabbed the front of the guy's shirt and yanked him up. He ended up holding the guy up about a foot or so off the ground, eyes nearly glowing in the dim lighting.

"One last time. Fuck. Off."

Ash slung him to the side, the guy stumbling a few steps before hitting into a group that was dancing... To which the group of clearly sloshed attempts of dancers let the guy have it instead.

Ash brushed himself off before taking his seat again, his expression immediately changing, "Hey, didn't spill my drink, cool!"

Meanwhile, the others looked stunned. Even David.

"Damn, Ash," Milo was impressed, "didn't know you had that in ya."

"The only thing I have in my is a few drinks and some leftover energy from a few Red Bulls earlier," Ash shrugged it off, getting a long sip of his drink of choice.

"Nah, I'm serious," Milo shook his head, "I've never seen you like that before in my life!"

"I didn't even know you could do that, "David chimed in as he sat back in his seat, "and yet there's still people wondering why I chose you as my Beta. They haven't seen that side of you before."

"I don't like showing it, I'll be honest," Ash tapped along the glass, "it just... I dunno, makes me sound like a dick."

His attention turned to his mate when they propped their chin on his shoulder. He glanced over to see them smirking.

"I personally think it's hot~"

Ash felt heat rise to his cheeks, burning the tips of his ears, "Ye-yeah? You do?"

"Mmmhmmm..." They tugged on his collar to pull him down close, "Very~"

The two felt like it was just them until David cleared his throat and Sam finally spoke up.

No pressure ofc ✌️

......so... I'm baaaacck haha.

sorry.

But here's Gavin. And extremely late, fuck I'm so sorryyyyy. University does not love me.

(listened to @cudavianka's gavin playlist while writing this hehe.)

nsfw ♡