#asob

Y/N spent the whole week cleaning different parts of her apartment, scenting them appropriately before moving onwards. The whole place became a comfy pad, complemented by the smell of carrot cake she had baked last night for her and Harry’s dessert.

Every detail would make a difference, including the attire she chose to wear. She decided since their aim was comfort, she had put on a pair of leggings and the shirt and hoodie Harry had told her to keep. She even had her hair up so he could smell her better.

She was just about finished preparing lunch when she heard a knock on her door, instantly feeling a surge of giddiness flow through her.

Harry had been feeling much more at ease lately. He knows it has a lot to do with her, and the fact that she had accepted that he was the alpha taking care of her. It was hard to keep away during the week, so he simply didn’t. He sought her out to run his hand over her neck or kiss her cheek, snuggle her for a moment before letting her go. He needed little fixes.

He leaned against the doorframe with bags in hand. Stopping to get some sweets was a no brainer, and the other held a few items of clothing. He was going to let her choose which she wanted to keep and wear the others because it was pretty obvious he may sleepover.

He smiled widely when she opened the door, though in mere moments he was hit with the scent he loved so much. Almost overwhelmingly so. It was sweet and strong and he almost felt his knees weaken as he looked down at the cozy little thing wrapped up in his sweatshirt.

It made a growl rise in his throat which he promptly muted, and passed off as a clearing of his throat. “Look at you.” His voice rumbled. His free hand grabbed her waist and pushed her gently into the home, dropping his bags to shut the door.

“Look so pretty in my clothes.” He crooned, lifting his large hand to stroke the sides of her warm cheeks. “Makin’ it smell like you, hm? I like when you do those things for me.” He felt confident. Strong. Like an alpha truly should.

“Pretty, pretty girl. Smells so good in here too. Could sit in here forever.” Nothing beat straight from the source though, Harry bending down to nuzzle his face back into her neck and spread his own on her skin. He couldn’t help it.

Looking so soft and comfortable and so much like his, he was intoxicated.

He wore his normal jeans and a button-up shirt, not so buttoned. A silky red one that he knew she liked considering she had stared harder than usual last time he wore it in pursuit of her on the weekends.

“Hi.” She giggled, allowing him to crowd her with his affections. In private things felt… well, private. It was infinitely easier to just be herself in her own home and having him in her space made things flow a lot easier.

“‘S a good thing you just got here then, hmm? Are you hungry? Lunch is basically ready, just have to set things up and put it together. You said Tacos, yeah?” She cooed, ushering him to take off his shoes and coat so he could get comfy.

“You’re dressed so nice, I would have put a little more effort in if I knew.” Y/N pouted, washing her hands off in the sink before getting everything set up.

Here she was, in omega mode.

“No. I want you to dress how you’d like. I like you in my clothes.”

He approached her after toeing off his shoes, making his way towards her kitchen and feeling his heart swell. She had cooked for him.

It wouldn’t have been a big deal to him if she hadn’t been able to. He’d take care of her regardless, whether it’s making food himself or using his money to pay for it but… he couldn’t lie. It made it feel all the much more domestic and warm.

“This looks amazing.” It smelled delicious, and his stomach was growling loudly in need of some good food. She was so sweet right now. He could tell that in her home, it was a lot different for her. He was getting what he wanted now that her guard was down. “Did such a good job, I haven’t been so excited for a meal in ages.” He smeared his lips against her temple as he squeezed her hips while passing by her. “I brought sweets for later. Where are your glasses? I can pour drinks if you’d like.”

“Right here… but after that— sit.” Y/N pointed to the cabinet above the sink, giving Harry a pointed look as she gently took the bags of sweets from him and organized them on the side of the counter. “I’m glad you’re excited, I think you’ll really like it.”

It was then that she set the table, making sure each and every birria taco was oozing out juicy tender cheesy goodness, perfectly crispy and flavorful. All the other toppings were on the table, sauces of different kinds.

“I went to the market yesterday and I picked a bunch of stuff up so everything’s nice and fresh… I also made carrot cake for later.” She wanted Harry to know the lengths to which she would go for him. Wanted to show that she too was a romantic and could put together a cute date. Even if it was a night in. “What’d you do today?” She asked with a hum, taking a seat next to his at the head of the table. Y/N noticed he was being polite and not digging in, so she took matters into her own hands and put two tacos on his plate.

He was very lucky. Harry knew that just by the effort she had put into his dinner. She was exactly what he wanted and it only seemed to prove it every day.

“You’re perfect, Y’know that?” He murmured, sitting down after gathering his two glasses. The man wasn’t about to argue with a pretty girl cooking for him. The food looked amazing. Genuinely.

He thanked her for making his plate, the whole thing feeling very good and domestic. “I worked out… took some time to play my guitar. Showered. Was trying to distract myself because I was excited to come and see you.” He flirted, taking the first bite. He moaned.

“Fuck.” He groaned. It was incredible. Not only did she smell like the best thing ever, but she could also cook. She was snuggly and soft and sweet only for him. He had won.

“Every time I think you can’t get any better, you do.” Wiping the corner of his lips after finishing the first taco, it was obvious he was giving her heart eyes. He wanted to eat her. In the most dirty way.

Y/N blushed, shaking her head bashfully at his compliments. He really seemed wowed and that meant the world to her. She had been apprehensive this whole time, but listening to her wolf seemed to be working out for her.

“You’re too sweet… m’sure I'm not the only omega who’s ever taken care of you.” She laughed, taking another bite. It was delicious, she was glad she took all of the day making sure the meat was perfectly tender. “I’m glad you had a good day though, I haven’t done much else besides cooking… but I really enjoy it.” She hummed, taking a second to just admire him for a moment.

Just a week or so ago she wouldn’t even give him the time of day, but here she was watching him enjoy the meal she had spent hours perfecting for him. It shocked her how quickly she gave in, how easily she slipped into being domestic with him… she was starting to think that she had been wrong about him.

Y/N was really putting effort into being less closed off, trying to open herself up more to intimate touches. It was slightly terrifying, but only because he really knew how to push her buttons. He overwhelmed her with feelings she hasn’t really had with other partners.

Dare she say he was special.

“You are the only omega who has taken care of me in this way.” He commented after a minute. While Harry had been somewhat of a man whore, he hadn’t ever allowed anyone to give him a really alpha treatment.

He was a bit of a dick that way. Pump and dump. Though, he always made it clear he was just looking for sex - and secretly looking for his mate without the attachment.

“I’m just wanting t’make sure you knew… I haven’t done this with anyone else. Know my reputation isn’t the most *palatable* and I get why you’d make the assumption. But I jus’ wanted to remind you that this is the first and only time I've ever or will ever do this with someone. I told you…” he shrugged, taking another bite. “You’re what I want. Wouldn’t have pushed so hard if I didn’t.”

He had plenty of willing pussy. He didn’t need to fight this hard for that. No, this was long haul.

“You really enjoy cooking then? What about baking?” Switching the subject so it wasn’t so intense seemed necessary. He didn’t want to scare her off too quickly, despite wanting to be clear with intention. Harry knew he was an intense person with intense emotions.

“I love baking too!” Y/N nodded, glad that he had switched the subject. It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable, it was quite the opposite actually. His words brought her comfort and that extra bit of reassurance she needed to let go of her guard.

Y/N had a shy approach to love. It showed in the way she downplayed even the most romantic acts of courtship. Though she always thought she would end up as an alpha, she was surprised by how easy the omega role felt when things weren’t forced.

It’s not that she wasn’t attracted to her previous partners, she wanted to protect them and care for them as an alpha would. Though… with Harry things seemed to flow effortlessly. It was as if she was free to be whatever and do whatever, he just wanted to be there for it.

It was that very thought that made her completely melt for him. His words reassured her that he would take care of her. She’d never understood why her, but she believed she knew exactly what he wanted and she planned to give it to him.

It was then in her daydream that she realized she had just been staring at him without saying a word. He had that sweet look of endearment on his face, finally clocking that she hadn’t been paying attention.

“‘m sorry…” She felt her face get hot, “could you say that again please.”

She was so embarrassed.

Harry’s face gave her a gentle smile. She was too cute, honestly. He could tell she had zoned out and it made him feel soft for her.

“S’okay.” He chuckled, nudging her foot with his own. “It’s fine. Don’t be embarrassed, pretty thing. I get distracted by you a lot.” It was a good feeling, having her get lost in thought and all soft around him.

It had been hard work to get her to this point where she felt comfortable with him and even more so to get her to want him in her space. Harry really did think he was partially high by the smell in here. It was his favorite thing and eating good food and being surrounded by her presence was the icing on top of the beautiful cake.

“Just saying that I want you. And you don’t have t’worry about any other omega giving me attention. I don’t want any of them. I told you, want you only. So… I know I may have come off like a dick, and don’t get me wrong- I am, sometimes. But not to you.”

“I’ll let you prove that to me with time, hmm?” She smiled, knowing that with time everything would fall into place for them. “But you asked me about baking and then I sorta lost my train of thought.” Y/N shook her head with a chuckle.

“Speaking of… if you want some cake now or later, let me know.” Y/N reminded him before continuing, “do you like baking too?” She was curious seeing as he definitely had a connection to it somehow. Or maybe he had a sweet tooth. Either way, she felt like she hit the mark.

“I do. I’m not the best at it, I can’t lie. 1/4 tries end up burnt or falling into themselves. But I try. I’ve got a massive sweet tooth.” He confirmed her suspicions all while giving her a tidbit about him.

“I’m very excited to try the cake. It smells good.” He could smell it from here. The cake was something he genuinely appreciated because she took the time and energy out to make it for him. She took a shot at what flavor and hit the mark on the dot too.

“Can I request something though?” He leaned forward on the table and looked into her pretty eyes. “Can y’sit in my lap while we eat it? I’d like to feed you some.”

Alpha urges. He wanted to take care of her as she had taken care of him. Maybe it was a bit soon to request that but he knew she had no issue telling him no if it wasn’t something she wanted.

“Oh,” Y/N felt a wave of heat flush over her suddenly. It was a nice feeling, a warm feeling… she felt like she could burst at the thought. Her wolf was jumping eagerly— just for something so… intimate?

“Yeah, I can.” She agreed, smiling though looking away from his intense stare when it got too much. Y/N’s never been like this. Never so squirmy when looking into someone’s eyes, in public she could look Harry in the eyes, on their date she could.. but in the comfort of her own home when he looked like that with a voice like velvet? It was game over. “Y’make me really shy, you know? frustrates me sometimes cause I just want to look at you but I can’t.”

If she had only paid attention in class she would know that these were classic symptoms of status repression. Her omega was reacting to the smallest of things because she was always resisting.

“Your eyes are intense.” She stated, making eye contact with him again. “Feel like you can see right through me.”

“Yeah?” He furrowed his brow while looking at her. It wasn’t necessarily a normal thing. She seemed to trust him enough and the fact that she didn’t want to look at his eyes was enough for him to worry slightly.

“Intense?” His laugh was soft but his mind still wondered as to why she was feeling squirmy with his eye contact. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. I feel as though I can see you very well but I am trying to figure you out. I hope you know that m’not trying to use it to intimidate you.” Not in the slightest. If he was? She would know.

“Don’t want you t’be shy with me. We can work on it. As cute as you are when you’re a little embarrassed, I want you to feel confident. M’not one to judge you.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I trust you… and just like you haven’t been like this with anyone, neither have I.” She spoke, intertwining their legs under the table as they ate. “I really do like seeing you, I always have a good time and you push me out of my comfort zone and make me feel confident. It’s all just a new feeling, never had anyone want to take care of me like this… feels really good.” Almost too good that’s the problem.

They had said they weren’t going to go too fast and as much as she tried to hide it she had a very clear physical reaction to him. His words, his stare, his voice, his aura. Thank god she had been sitting down, surely when she got up he’d be able to understand why she couldn’t look him in the eyes for long.

“How about some cake hmm?” Harry hummed, “do you need help, bunny?”

Y/N shook her head, “no I’m okay, go get comfy on the couch… I’ll clean up.” She cooed, nodding her head over to the couch behind him. Maybe it would give enough distance so he couldn’t tell.

Harry couldn’t put his finger on it.

He couldn’t tell exactly what was off, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the fact she was basically raised as an alpha. This was all a big change. He could understand that being a lot for someone in general.

He took his body and sat so she could lounge in his lap, moving his thighs. His first experience with her in this intimate of a setting doing something so… alpha-like for her. Sure, he’s scented her. But this was definitely a moving point for them.

When she came back with one big slice of cake, he preened. They were going to be sharing, and he could feed her. He patted his lap, leaning back.

He looked like royalty. Broad shoulders and legs spread, lazy and cocky but so comfortable and warm.

“C’mere bunny.” He cooed. “Come sit on the wolf’s lap. Want t’feed you.”

As soon as she sat on his lap, he shifted her and placed the plate in her lap. She was at across his thighs, soft and pliant for him alone. It stroked his ego.

“There we are.” He smiled, taking the fork and cutting off the edge of the cake. It was brought to her mouth, excitement and contentment flowing through him. “Open f’me, angel.”

Y/N was quick to do so, taking the sweet and spongy cake into her mouth without any trouble. It tasted incredible. Her eyes flickered to his as he pulled the fork from her mouth, noticing the look in his eyes as he watched her lick the frosting off her lips.

“My turn?” She asked quietly, gently taking the fork out of his hand to cut off a piece to feed to him. This time, however, she didn’t shy away from eye contact. She made sure her eyes were on his once the forkful was safely in his mouth.

That intensity she had mentioned previously returned, except this time she could feel it from him too. She was boiling in her hoodie, feeling herself getting hotter and hotter with every shift of their muscles.

Harry could feel the fact that the pair of them were well connected. Watching her lick the frosting off and then the intensity of her energy… feeding him back, made his hair raise in the best way.

“What good girl.” He praised, keeping her wrist in his hand and pushing the icing covered fork to her mouth so she could lick it clean.

She looked at him with these wide, soft eyes. Unfamiliar, obviously. He was the first alpha to get to her, to make her feel this sort of way. It overwhelmed her.

“Thank you.” He cooed, taking the fork back and taking another bite. “You are a sweet thing, aren’t you?” He let her chew the cake, giving a sticky kiss to her cheek.

“How are you feeling, hm? Do you like when I take care of you?” As aggressive as he could be, he cared about how she felt. Her comfort. It was a lot and he could feel it.

“I feel good…” Y/N spoke in a quiet voice, taking it easy and just allowing herself to feel comfortable with him like this. It was a sweet moment, truly. Sure there were some sexual undertones, but when it came down to it she felt safe. Almost like they had done this before.

“I like when you take care of me.” She wasn’t lying either, she really did like it. As much as she hated to admit it, her omega was the happiest she’s been.

The few dates they’d been on had proven to her that being an omega isn’t at all what she thought it was. She thought she’d have to give up her control, independence, and way of life. Harry never once made her feel like she had to change, always reminded her that he liked her the way she was. What had she been so afraid of?

Herself? Definitely.

“How are you feeling?”

He preened at the words. Her feeling good with him taking care of her meant so much to him. It was the goal, anyway. For her to feel vulnerable and taken care of in his presence. Safe. Soft. warm.

“I’m feeling great. Happy you feel safe with me… love that you like me takin’ care of you. I worried about coming on too strong and making you feel like I was being a stereotypical alpha.” He fed her another fork and let her chew as he continued, wiping away a crumb with his thumb.

“I’d like to take care of you a lot more often. It makes me feel needed. I haven’t ever felt like this… hm. I guess I’m feeling strong in a different way I have before.” It wasn’t too difficult to open up to her. She had mentioned feeling like he could see into her and he wanted her to see into him for a change.

“I wanted to apologize if I made you ever feel trapped or anything when I first started. I know it’s natural if me to have a ‘prey drive.’ “ air quotes showed he didn’t view her like that. “But I know I am… intense, as you’ve said. It can be a lot.” She hadn’t dealt with an alpha pursuing her wildly before.

“No no, never felt trapped… never felt like you’d actually hurt me. I was flattered in a way, never really get attention like that cause I guess I scare everyone else away.” Y/N chuckled, “I like who I am— I wasn’t expecting you to though. Didn’t realize I was your type.”

She wanted to keep it light-hearted though she was being honest. If she was ever truly worried she would have said something to him in seriousness. “I just knew your reputation and judged you on that… thought that you’d give up eventually cause you have lots of choices.”

Y/N felt like her insecurity truly stemmed from her insecurity with her status. The misunderstanding of her second gender so to speak.

“Honestly, I know I said this before but I feel bad that I judged you so quickly— I just never had much luck with previous partners and I projected that on to you.. that wasn’t fair of me to do. It was just hard for me to believe you wanted me based on smell alone.”

Y/N knew that he really meant that too. Harry was always on his best behavior with her and she knew that she didn’t make it easy for him. She purposely teased him in public and even in her own home to test his self-control. He passed with flying colors.

The two of them were just going at their own pace, but it seemed like this conversation really cleared any reservations they had about their relationship.

Y/N took the fork and plate from her lap and leaned over so she could place it on the coffee table, not yet wanting to leave Harry’s lap.

“Full?” She asked sweetly, taking a second to pull off his hoodie that she was wearing. He was so warm and she would much rather have an excuse to cuddle to him than to stay toasty in the hoodie. She didn’t think he would complain though.

“Mhm. I’d much rather give you more attention.”

His hands were warm on her skin as soon as the sweatshirt was off, pulling her further into his body. Harry was feeling a bit clingy, mainly because it was the first time he felt he could be.

He nosed over her neck and stroked her side, fingers brushing the skin of her hip that had been exposed when she pulled up the hoodie. He was thriving right now. Covered in her scent and her body and he truly couldn’t ask for anything better.

“So… d’you like me?” He was teasing. “Hm? Cause I like you. I like when you smell like mine, especially. We smell good together.” That was the cold hard truth. Harry couldn’t get enough of their mix. Perfect compliments to each other. “Love that you wore my sweatshirt. Makes you look like mine.” He was laying it on thick, of course, bur she didn’t mind. His lips puckered over her pulse point once before pulling away to look at her.

Y/N giggled against his neck, finding his teasing adorable. Of course she liked him, how could she not? She had done so much to prepare for today if only he truly knew. Maybe someday she’d tell him how nervous and giddy she was, thinking about what he would think about every little detail in her apartment.

However, seeing him like this all snuggled up to her made her feel relaxed. It matched up with all the little scenarios she imagined in her head whenever she went to sleep lately. It’s the reason why she understood what he meant when he said that they smelt good together, she slept with his shirt on most nights for comfort of course. He didn’t need to know that yet.

“Do I just smell and look like yours or am I yours?” She teased back, her flirty side making an appearance once again. Y/N knew what she was doing in asking that question, but they had all night to get into things. The perfect time would come, it was only a matter of time till one of them broke.

He raised a brow at the flirtation. She was being bolder now and he liked it. Feeling her attraction to him only fueled the fire rising in his stomach. It never left when she was around.

“You are mine.” He purred right back, liking how it slipped off of his tongue. “Can you say that then? Tell me who you belong to, pretty girl.”

She was a tiny bit squirmy on his lap and he had to hold her waist to keep her still, fingers grabbing her chin to get her to look at him. When she went shy, he cooed at her and rubbed his nose against hers a few times.

“Let me hear it.”

She blinked a few times just taking him in, trying to find it within her to say the words when she was feeling as vulnerable as she did. This is what she wanted though, she wanted to be his, wanted to tell him that she was and that she was committed to making this work.

“I’m yours.” Y/N cooed, making sure she didn’t shy away when she said it and maintained eye contact with him no matter how exposed she felt under his stare.

The words soothed his soul and ignited him all at once. It also aroused him. Knowing that she indeed knew she was his. The confirmation that he could say he had rights to her… he loved it.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised, voice low, stroking her soft cheek with his knuckles again. She looked so delicious. So much like his. Wide eyed and eager.

“Can I kiss you? Since you’re mine. I’ve been dying to be reminded how these pretty things taste.” His body was buzzing. Eager. Waiting for approval so he could taste the cherry lips all glossed in the sweet smelling stuff.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, a wave of tingles spreading throughout her body at the question.

The answer was simple, of course she wanted to. She had been admiring the soft strawberry plushness of his lips— she felt cringey over it actually. She felt like a teenage girl with a crush again, her eyes flashing with need.

Without saying much else she shifted in his lap so she was straddling him, a much preferred and comfortable position for a kiss. She settled herself down right against the seems of his denim clad crotch, nuzzling a bit to make herself more comfortable.

And as if she had falling straight out of Harry’s wet dream and into his lap, she smiled up at him with the most taunting smile. He couldn’t have felt any higher than he did in that moment.

“Take what’s yours, Alpha.”

It was a dangerous thing to say. Especially with how she could definitely feel that he was aroused underneath the cover of his pants.

Still, she trusted him. He could see jt in her eyes and she wouldn’t have mounted him like this if she wasn’t down to do some intimate things.

Harry was quick to hold her close to him, hand holding her chin still as he surged forward and took her mouth with his own. It was firm, the kiss garner a whimper from the girls throat as he pulled back to adjust her.

“Shh.” His coax was all she needed to relax. His hand settled possessively on the small of her back, purposely lifting the shirt up a bit more so he could touch her skin while he kissed her.

The lipgloss was actually a cherry strawberry mix, and he hadn’t ever felt so much at the taste of fruit. It was mixed with the taste of her and that alone had him growling lowly.

It was hard to keep his head steady when he could smell her so clearly, touch her how he wished. Fingers slipping over her jaw to the back of her neck, tangling her hair in between the digits.

“S’mine.” He grumbled, pecking her lips a few times before taking the bottom between his teeth and gently tugging on it.

“What is?” She mumbled, sucking in her bottom lip the moment it snapped back from his teeth. Y/N pecked his lips and moved to kiss over the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his temple, his forehead… she felt her neediness show it’s head but she didn’t think he minded at all.

Y/N took a moment to breathe, feeling the endorphins and pheromones flowing through and out of her. She moved down to kiss his nose before returning to his lips on a slow and relaxed kiss.

“What’s yours?” She cooed once again, wanting to hear him say it. She wanted to play into his likes, really be in the moment with him.

His brow raised at her teasing. It wasn’t normally what he would have expected but he’s be lying if he said it didn’t make him harder than before.

“You. Everything you have.”

There was no debating that. That taste hooked him completely. Her pretty little lips moving over his face solidified the fact he was keeping her. No one else could be so unbelievably sexy paired with adorable all at the same time.

“You sweet mouth.” He pecked her lips, switching between bottom and top lip. “Those soft hands…. Gorgeous legs. All of it. You know that I wasn’t going to stop until you belonged to me.”

Some may not like the possessive speech but it certainly did a number on her. Shivering at the tone. “You’ve gotten that mouth dirty though. Teasin’ me like that. Are you trying to set me off? Hm?” He pulled her head back by the hair, a tiny bit of pressure in her scalp.

She giggled, drunk of his scent and the tone of his voice. The raspiness paired perfectly with the dominance he displayed really had her omega preening.

It was a safe and comforting space and he had her in the palm of his hand. She just wanted to be close to him. Her mind became a little foogy, completely in tranced with him and every little kiss and tug he gave her.

“Mmm… is it working?” She hummed, clearly in a dream state. It was a typical omega response, but in plain terms— she was just horny.

“I really like it when you touch me.”

It was more than working. He was painfully hard. Aching, even, but he wasn’t going to push for anything that wasn’t over the clothes tonight. She said she wanted slow and he was going to give her that… at least to the best of his ability.

“I know you do, pet.” He crooned, kissing her lips hard just to pull back and leave her blurry eyed and breathless. It was invigorating to finally have her in the way he wanted her.

“See.. wasted so much time runnin’ from me when you could have been… gettin’ my mouth all over you.” He taunted back, letting his hand slip down towards the waistband of her pants, stroking over the small of her back and keeping her close as he could.

“You’ve done so well for me though, pretty pet. Smell so good for me… submitting so well.” It was obvious what she was doing. “Does it feel nice to give into me? To let me take care of you, little thing?”

Y/N felt herself throb at the statement and surely Harry could feel it being as deliciously hard as he was. She couldn’t help herself, he had just been so… perfect for her? She couldn’t explain it.

“Very good…” She breathed, rocking against him ever so slightly. She let out a small gasp in relief, shuddering a little bit at how incredible it felt. She could only image now much better it would feel if he had sweats on.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable hmm?” Y/N cooed, running her nose across his jaw before moving to kiss him slowly. “C’mon, can change and get comfortable in the bed with me…”

She had him in a trance. He was positive. Following her eagerly, well… more like stalking after her eagerly, he made sure the surroundings were safe even with his cock throbbing in desperate need. Doors locked, body running rampant.

He placed his duffel on her bed with a tight motion as he fished out sweatpants to place on. “S’it alright if don’t wear a shirt?”

Her eyes widened and darker at the same time, Harry smirking when he could smell her getting more excited. It was a shame he couldn’t just pin her to the mattress and make her take his knot 3, 4 times like he wanted to, but… she wasn’t a conquest like the others. She was the only thing he wanted, and he was going slow. Limiting himself over clothes was good.

He stripped right there, knowing it was no secret he was hard. The briefs made hit much more obvious and the sweatpants did him no favors but it wasn’t like he wanted to hide it at all.

While she went into the bathroom to change, he leaned against the headboard with his eyes on the door. Waiting for her to exit the bathroom. Going into her room mate it worse. He was hot and horny with the scent so concentrated.

Y/N didn’t intend on making this planned attack, but she felt like they were progressing at a good pace. She liked that they could be intimate without rushing despite how badly they craved more.

She had gone into the bathroom to strip herself of his shirt, leaving her in just her bralette and panties. She had to let her hair down, check everything out really quickly before making her way back out to him in the bedroom.

She knew that whatever happened today would be a natural progression, they didn’t have to go all the way tonight but she wanted to have fun with him. She opened the boundary up for skin to skin.

“We don’t have to rush… but I just wanted to feel most comfortable…” She told him with a small smile, climbing back into his lap. “Just wanna feel you.”

Y/N had never seen him shirtless till this very moment and she swore if she could she would have spent a good few minutes just taking him in.

The last thing he expected was for her to emerge just in fucking lingerie. It was apparent his girl was full of fucking surprises that he had no idea what to expect from her.

She was perched on top of him in pretty panties and a bralette and his imagination was running wild. Rough hands moved over her sides as he admired the beautiful woman who had suddenly gained the confidence fk do as she pleased.

He fucked loved it.

“Promised myself i would go slow with you… which means, M’not going underneath the clothing tonight. Do you understand, pet?”

The timber of his voice had her shuddering, hear pooling between her thighs. Never had she imagined a man, an alpha speaking to her like this would make her feel this way. But here they were.

The nod made him relax slightly. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel nice. It also doesn’t mean I’ll reject hearing about how you’re feeling… what you’re craving, even if I can indulge in it yet.”

“There’s so many things…” Y/N let out a sigh, “I want to know what you like.” She knew he was well versed in this department. He didn’t have to shy away from it now that he was hers though, she would happily put his efforts to good use.

Y/N imagined that he was quite possessive even in the bedroom, his actions spoke for themselves really. She was curious to try anything he enjoyed, especially if he was going to be taking care of her.

“I like quite a bit of things. But it’s brand new with you.”

It may seem ridiculous but it was true. It was a whole new ball game, a new universe. This wasn’t a simple fuck. This was the woman he was going to mate. Who he allowed to call herself his.

“None of the others matter from now on. I hope you know that. You’re what I focus on. And I can promise you… none of them will feel half as good as you do now. Just sitting here.” His cock was harder now than it had ever been. He’d fucked a lot. No cunt he’d been inside of would ever compare to the feeling he got just from smelling her.

“M’gonna love marking you in nice little bites all over your body.” Possessiveness showing through at the start. “Love when you submit to me. Makes me ache. Get all soft and whispery like before… telling me you’re mine.” He sighed heavily thinking about it. Surely she could feel him twitch under him.

“You’ve no idea… how many times I’ve cum because of you. Ever since I’ve met you… been getting off more than when I was when I first discovered it.” His fingers gently scratched down her back.

It had her whole body shivering from the blunt nails working down bare skin. It was so fucking worth being slightly cool at first. Harry kept the room and her blood running hot.

“Would lay in my bed… rut against my hand. Think about it being you under me. I want to do very dirty things to you, pretty girl.” No shame colored his face either.

“Like what?” She blinked up at him, clearly in awe. Y/N was indescribably turned on. It was pure attraction, she didn’t know how else to describe it. “I wanna know.” Y/N leaned against him further, her back arching up into him at the feeling on his nails against her skin. He could definitely feel her throb against him ever so often, begging to be taken care of.

Of course she had many of her own fantasies, but hearing Harry’s definitely wound her up in ways she didn’t know were possible.

Her owlish eyes, the true curiosity in her face has him groaning. There was so much, all over. The feeling. It had him engrossed in her entirety. All he wanted to do was lay her down and kiss all over her body, bury his face between her thighs and lick her. Even through panties. Just lick and taste and feel her. He was depraved.

He decided it was a good time to flip the script. Holding her waist and flipping them over, letting her sprawl out underneath him as he grinned wickedly at her heaving chest. He was now above her, his core connected with hers as she laid under him. A bit spooked.

“You are asking for dirty things, angel.” He kissed her deeper than before, tasting her tongue yet again and humming in satisfaction at the taste. Her legs wrapped around his waist by her own accord, and he could feel her flush against his groin now.

She wasn’t playing either.

“I’ve thought about everything. From kissing you nice and slow and getting to memorize your taste.. spending hours between those thighs and tasting your cunt for hours on end… lately though, it’s the idea of taking you upstairs at one of those silly little parties.” He cooed. Finally letting her see the darker, dirtier side. Maybe a tiny bit carried away.

“Dream about shoving those skimpy dresses up to your waist and fucking you. Nice and deep, get pretty noises from your throat. But… I’d leave the door wide open.” He licked his lips and watched for her reaction, ever so gently pressing himself into her to relieve his tension. “Leave it open for anyone to look in and see, to hear you being fucked. Owned. To hear you cum and to smell my cum inside of you. Make it obvious you’re being fucked right.”

A pathetic whimper left her lips at his words. Her eyes fell shut about two sentences into his statement, really imagining the two of them doing these things all while feeling him so close to the place she wanted him most. Her hand reached up to grab a fist full of his hair.

“You want everyone to know I’m yours?” She bucked her hips up against his for a moment in one slow fluid motion. They both needed relief but clearly they both loved to tease.

Y/N was the type to do anything for those she loved and honestly, she was never very closed minded when it came to things as natural as sex. It was a way to connect with someone else, a way to really feel their energy and understand them in a completely different way.

“Everyone’s going to know how I’m a little slut, how I can’t get enough of your cock.” She breathed out, “and if they watch me then at least I’d give them a show.”

Christ.

Harry had met his match, he thinks. Instead of cowering away or blushing, she was into it. The public claiming was something he thought about a lot because so many fucking people loved to look at her. She was his and he needed everyone to know that.

“Mmm. I want them all to know.” He squeezed her hips and pulled her closer as he buried his face back into her neck and began to nibble. Not hard, but enough to illicit the whimpers he had been needing from her.

His girl was dirty and teasing by grinding over him, but it wasn’t as if he could deny loving it. She could feel just how much he loved the feeling of her on top of him.

“S’that something you’d let me do?” His mouth mumbled against the curve of her neck. “Would you like people watching you fall apart and get knotted?”

Harry knew he couldn’t go much further than their dry humping- even if it wasn’t so dry- and their dirty words. But he would be keeping to his promise as long as it was over the clothes.

Fuck.

Harry had met his match, he thinks. Instead of cowering away or blushing, she was into it. The public claiming was something he thought about a lot because so many fucking people loved to look at her. She was his and he needed everyone to know that.

“Mmm. I need them all to know.” He squeezed her hips and pulled her closer as he buried his face back into her neck and began to nibble. Not hard, but enough to elicit the whimpers he had been needing from her.

His girl was dirty and teasing by grinding over him, but it wasn’t as if he could deny loving it. She could feel just how much he loved the feeling of her on top of him.

“S’that something you’d let me do?” His mouth mumbled against the curve of her neck. “Would you like people watching you fall apart and get knotted?”

Harry knew he couldn’t go much further than their dry humping- even if it wasn’t so dry- and their dirty words. But he would be keeping to his promise as long as it was over the clothes. He could feel the slick through his own pants, trying very hard to hold back his urges but he was having a very difficult time.

Her body was made for him. Just like her smell, he couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop kissing her smooth neck and imagining his mark laid pretty on the skin. His hands got her waist perfectly and held her cheek in the cradle of his palm… everything was perfectly mate material and he knew that.

“Yes.” Her breathy whimper had him shuddering. So eager and full of promise. “Yes, I want them to know… to see me get claimed, H- please, please.” Y/N didn’t even know fully what she was begging for. Her poor cunt was aching and buzzing either the need to cum, wanting more than anything to feel him inside of her but knowing her alpha had made a promise and this was as far as she was going to get. “Want it inside of me so badly, Alpha. Please?” Her face nudged against his.

“Soon.” He cursed himself for having to uphold this damn promise but he knew that if he felt this delirious that any sort of sex they had after this would only prove their compatibility as mates. “Soon, soon, m’gonna stuff your tight little holes up with my knot, with my cum, but I’m gonna fucking…” he growled deep enough to rattle her bones, her body clinging to his in need as her arousal heightened. It was like the primal noise was the catalyst, setting her up to go off and detonate.

The most beautiful sound left her mouth as she dragged her swollen clit over his bulge and fell over the edge into her orgasm. Nails digging into his skin as her eyes crossed, body shaking as she met her end. Harry was speechless, the only sound the man was capable of making was another deep growl that had her whimpering yet again. Soaking his pants, making a proper mess of him, it was erotic. Harry didn’t care about anything else as the look on her face and the smell of her sent him over, sticky cum ruining his pants from the inside out. Her warmth leaking over him as he rutted into her, grip firm on her body as his jaw clenched tightly.

It was intense. The most intense orgasm he had ever experienced with or without another being and this was simply from some glorified heavy petting. If the man has needed any other reassurance that this was his destined mate, this was fucking it. Melting as the aftershocks of the orgasm rocked them and pulling her to lay on top of him, her shivering body soothed with his large hands and gentle cooed praises.

“My beautiful fucking girl.” He purred lowly. “Did so well. Made me feel incredible. Look perfect when you’re on top of me.” Y/N relished in the tender petting, nuzzling his neck and inhaling his comforting scent. Something had felt like it clicked into place. Better than anything else she had ever experienced, there was no shadow of a doubt now that this man was meant to be her alpha. The only one she would willingly submit to. The only one she was going to mate.

May 17th, Tuesday, 11:05pm

Tomathy, an 17 year old who works at L'Bucks, is almost done with his shift when he sees a light of purple shoot past the windows at the fleeing figure of a winged man. He goes to take a break from cleaning a coffee maker to take a peek out the window and sees Dream, the second in command of the L'Manburg county's hero team Dream Complex, fighting Vulture, the leader of the villain group Syndicate. The villain's left wing looked like a few bones were out of the spots they're supposed to be in. He went back behind the counter and resumed the cleaning of the products. After a few minutes he leaves through the back alleyway to not get caught in the fight. What he doesn't realize is the sound of Dream's power is gone, and thus the fight is over. As he's walking he finds the unconscious body of Vulture and leans over him. He starts setting the man's bones, and ends up waking the bird up. "Hey, I'm trying to help you. Don't kill me," Tommy softly says to the man, trying to stay calm himself at the same time, "I know how hard it may be to not panic." He is allowed to fully set the bones of the wing and is able to use his power to heal him. He continues his walk home at a faster pace then usual and notes that his two roommates and best friends, Ranboo and Tubbo, aren't there when he's home at 11:26pm again.

May 18th, Wednesday, 2:49pm

Tomathy is making an order for Aunt Lizzie when Quackity came in with a few friends, talking about healing. He listens in while his aunt is watching the TV.

"Seriously though, Phil. We do need a healer," his manager spoke softly in loud, whisperIng voice. "Yeah, yeah. We do just fine on our own. We don't have any need for a healer," the strange winged man replied. Quackity gave a doubtful look at the winged man before speaking, "I'm not gonna pretend I didn't see Tommy heal you last night. You were on the brink of death, dude."

Tommy stopped listening in on the conversation and focuses on work a little bit more then usual.

7:27pm

When he got home, Tubbo was playing on his phone in the dining room while Ranboo was quite literally nuking ramen in the microwave. "Boo, why are you cooking?" Tommy asked sternly while getting rid of the flaming ramen. "Tubbo wanted food!" "Then why didn't you just make a honey nector sandwich?" "Yeah, Boo?" Tubbo pops in, teasingly. "Why didn't you?" Tomathy smacked his best friend in the forehead, "You hush.. Mother Hen is taking care of this." The three barely contained their laughter before Tommy actually got onto the two for even thinking of letting one of them cook while Tommy made scrambled eggs and waffles.

June 7th, Monday, 4:02pm

Tommy made it to work, and immediately he is taken aside by Quackity. "Yeah, Bossman? What'd you need?" "Tommy, this is important. You must not say even a singular word of this, alright?" Tomathy nods, skeptical as Quackity is never like this. "Phil wants you to join the Syndicate. You already know one or two identities because of me, and if you decline you may die." Tommy is shocked, "Do I have to decide right now..?" "He said you'll have a week to tell me." Tommy nods, thinking about it while getting back to work.

June 9th, Wednesday, 11:03pm

Tommy started to walk back home from work when the ground started to fall beneath him, and a his arms are forcefully lifted up. "..Tubs?" Tommy says, hoping it's right. "Try 'Shadow,' To- Boy," A rough, familiar voice replies. It took a little bit for them to get to their destination, with this 'Shadow' guy making awkward jokes.

11:37pm

They make it to a cottage out in a forest, and that's where Tommy gets to see this dude's face. Turns out, he's Vulture. "It feels so weird to be in this form," Vulture mumbles. Tommy perks up at this, as Vulture is constantly in 'this form.' "My power's shapeshifting," 'Shadow' tells him, starting to ruffle Tommy's hair while they started to sit on the grass right next to a tree. "I will bite your hand if you don't stop petting me, Big S," the child warns. The hand does not lift, so Tommy bites the guy's hand, and sees him shift into a genderbent version of Quackity for a split second then into a navy-colored haired man. "Quackity?" The man looks up a tad bit. "Wait, I was scared of Big Q?" The man goes back to looking at the grass. "You okay..? You're nor-" "Shadow! Why did you bring the child?'" the real Vulture says, cutting Tommy off. "Not safe.. Code XD," Quackity mumbles. Vulture gasps, and brings Tommy into the house, and turns on the news. "Welcome to Everest News. This is Lauren Side with your Hero Update! Xavier Dean, much better known as the leader of the Dream Complex, father of number one hero Dream himself, and XD,  has been seen killing a innocent vigilante called 'Bee.' This vigilante was in the middle of helping an old woman across the street at the time of the murder. XD is no longer a hero, and instead is in jail. We have identified Bee as the civilian Tubbo Underscore. His partner, Ender, and friends will dearly miss him. Thank you for tuning in!" The room was udder silence. "He tried it to get me under his roof again, too," Quackity added. Vulture took off his mask when he called for his son, Wilbur, and the man was crying. "His father killed Bee, too," Phil said to his son. His eyes grew wider, and his fists clinched. "Tubbo is Toms' best friend and roommate," Quackity yet again adds, "And code XD for me too. That's why I brought Tommy, actually." Wilbur nods, and brings him to the room across from the one he came out of. The room contained a desk with a computer on it, and an axe hanging above. A bed with a blanket made with a red cotton and 3 fluffy white pillows was set for someone. There was a brown couch, and many blades on the wall next to it. There was a pig plush right next to the computer, and a rug with a pig's face on it in the middle of the room. The walls were painted a maroon color, a huge contrast from the baby blue walls of the living room, kitchen and hallway. Wilbur brings him into a tight hug. "Be.. Before Te-Tech di-ed, he-- he was ta.. talking about how y-you and The.. Theseus are alike," Wilbur said, sobbing and hiccuping in between breaths.

June 10th, Thursday, 3:28pm

"Hey, Tommy, wake up," A familiar voice says, "You've got a shift today." He opens his eyes slightly to see who's talking to him, because Tubbo would never talk to him so sweetly, nor would Ranboo's voice be able to reach that low with his voice. He sees Quackity, and remembers that he was in Vulture's house. "How long is the drive to L'Bucks?" "Around a 20 minute drive, Theseus," Wilbur says from the doorway. "And I want my hot choccy Bubba would always get for me while he got bitter coffee." "Wait, you're Tech's brother?" Tommy said, putting two-and-two together, "He was always talking about his whiny little brother who would be best friends with me." "I am not whiny!" "Anyways, get out the room while I get dressed, Athena," Tommy adds, teasingly. "I am not Athena! If anything, Dadza would be her considering he's too much of an empath!" Wilbur defended. Tommy kicked the taller men out of the room, and grabbed the uniform Quackity had left on the desk. He was in the room from earlier with the axe on the wall. It reminded him so much of his second favorite villain, BloodBlade.

Once he was done putting the uniform on, he checked the clock. 3:32pm. He opened the door after putting on the scarf Tubbo had knitted for him while he was alive. "Quackity's going to drive you to L'Bucks, please bring back the order Tech would always get, except the Frappé when you get off work," Phil had informed and asked him. "Tell Quackers over there to remind me. I may not have Boo's memory, but I won't remember that after 7 hours of pure work." "Sure thing, mate."

June 12th, Saturday, 12:28pm

Tommy had gotten back to the apartment on the 11th, but Ranboo hadn't been back at the apartment in over 24 hours. When Tommy had gotten back, it was 11pm and Boo left as soon as he saw Tommy. Jump in the c-BEEP! Tommy answered the call he got from the contact 'spooderphobia at its max.' "WHERE IN THE NAME OF CREEPER ARE YOU?!" "Hey, calm down," the man on the other side tries to reason, "I'm fine." "The fact I can hear SLEEPBOY talking to SNAPMAP in the back tells me otherwise." "Ender, who have you called?" Mushroom asks, seemingly to Ranboo. "Erm, my roommate, so he wouldn't get too worried..?" Ranboo answers. "You are a vigilante," Tommy states, "And you never told me?" Ranboo's phone picks up air, then suddenly stops and Ranboo whispers, "Y-yeah..?" "You could have at least told me! I would rather be able to know why you have strange bruises and cuts then have to pretend to be oblivious! At least then I could have tried to help you." "S.. Sorry." "It's fine." "Alri-" Ranboo is able to get out before he loses signal.

8:57pm

Tommy is debating on if he really should join the villains now that his roommate is now literally working with the heroes. "Toms, I'm home!" "About time! Quick question, do they know your actual identity?" Tommy asks. The tall 16-year-old shakes his head in a 'no.' "What's your perspective on Heroes and Villains?" "Villains would be good if they could actually get the help they need or the heroes stop picking fights with them, and heroes are manipulate people who bribe the news into only showing the good things about them." "What would you think of joining the Syndicate?" "..The Syndicate?" Ranboo asks in disbelief, "We'd have to find them first, and not get killed to ask! If we could, I would so join them!" "Thanks, I'll ask if you can join too since you're my roommate."

June 13th, Sunday, 3:08pm

Ranboo and Tomathy are waiting for Phil to arrive at the door. Knock Knock "Comin'!" Tommy called, running to open the door. Phil walks in, Civilian clothes on. "It's time to make your choice." "I've got one request, can Ranboo join, too?" "If you accept, indeed." "I accept. One thing, heroes have tracked down our apartment." Phil nods at this, calling for Quackity who now has wings. "Can you get these two to the house?" He asks, and Quackity nods. "Tommy, I'll fly you there again. Ranboo, Phil can take you."

June 14th, Monday, 10:59pm

Tommy walks over to the window at the noise, peeking through the curtains. He sees Creeper and Dream fighting. "You know," Creeper says, breathing quite hard while dodging an attack, "I wanted to be like you before you killed my bloody brother." A quiet hum came from Dream in response as he teleported behind Creeper, and put him in a death hold. "Hah," Creeper laughs, "How the ship has sunk, the most inseparable pair of Philip High trying to kill eachother." "Wilby would never act like you," Dream said, putting his sword to Creeper's throat. "Kill me, and live with the guilt when I'm unmasked. Leave me, and I'll stay silent about identity. You're choice, Clay." Tommy closes the window, and walks around and out the back door.

11:23 PM

The door creeks as Ranboo and Tommy walk into the house. Wilbur is crying while sitting on a couch, Phil soothing the boy. Tommy walks over to the two. "Hey, Wilby," Tommy says while Wilbur gives an even more pained look, "Where does it hurt? I.. I can heal it." Wilbur lifts his right arm up, covered with pink-ish bandages. Red is still slowly oozing out from beneath the plasters. Tommy walks over, and sets his hand atop the bandages, and looks towards Phil. "I'm trusting you set the bone?" A nod is the only response he gets before using his power. He closes his eyes, and is able to actually relax as he focuses on the injury. The more relaxed he is, the faster it will heal. A slight blue glow comes from under his hand as many wounds slowly close beneath the bandages. Once it is done, Tommy asks the brunette if there's any more wounds. Wilbur shows him his left hand, cut and bleeding. Phil audibly gasps, and tears start to form. Tommy heals each wound on the hand carefully, making sure not to upset a single nerve. "Thank you," Wilbur says, slowly looking up. "My neck, too, if you would?" Tommy leans down to more easily reach the wound on his neck and heals it. "Phil, I'm gonna drag Wilbur over to my and Boo's room, if you don't mind." "Ofcourse!" Once they get to Ranboo and Tommy's new room, still a work in progress since they had just learned they were being moved to Phil's house at 11:18 PM, Tommy sits down on the red bed while Wilbur sits across from him on the black-and-white bed in the otherwise empty room. "Wilbur..?" Tommy starts. "Hm?" "..Are you.. Perhaps.. Creeper..?" Tommy gets out. Wilbur looks stunned as he slowly nodded.

June 15, Tuesday, 5:03 PM

Quackity had given him a few days off so he and Ranboo could unpack their stuff. Tommy took out a few bookshelves, and rebuilt them. He took out BeeInnIt, and him on his bed. He put up a few Vulture and BloodBlade posters, and put up the fan art he made when he was younger. He put a plush of a flying pig up on the top shelf of a bookshelf, and put a few books up from his childhood. He put the 'Employee of the Month' picture up over a foldable desk. He put bee stickers over the desk, and started to set his pc up. Once he was done, and went to sit down on his bed and look at Ranboo's side of the room. The portion Ranboo had has a giant bee plush on the wall next to the bed, and a bookcase full of fantasy books with the Barbie movies. A TV was placed in the split of the two's room. "Boo? Do you feel up to making the drawers right now?" Tommy perks up, seeing the other sitting on the bed, panting. Ranboo checks his phone, "Maybe in the mornin. We've worked for three hours straight." "..You're kidding." "Nope it's 8:27."

June 16th, Wednesday, 6:09 PM

Tommy walks out, and is greeted by his favorite alive cousin, Niki. "Hey Toms! I want you to meet my brother Jack. He is known as Blaze. I'm Flower." "Ah, alrighty."

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"Samuel, SHUT UP!" a tall brunette man yells across the table. "I still don't think we should be the Dream Complex!" says Samuel, the black-haired man. "Brother. Sam. Please stop yelling. You're hurting Gog's ears," A female brunette says. The taller brunette looks at the shorter next to him. "Gogy, I'm sorry." His face gets slapped. The female, being the only reasonable one here, suggests a vote to change the name. A agreement is settled. The names chosen to be voted on are Dream Complex, Dream Team, Dream 'n Co, and Men and a Girl. The rules are as follows; Your cannot vote more then once, or for your own. Dream Complex gets no votes, as expected. Dream Team gets 3 vote. Dream 'n Co gets 1 vote, and George gets a smug grin. Men and a Girl gets no votes, and Sam shouts he couldn't think of anything and started to panic. The push out a news letter saying that their name has been changed to 'Dream Team.'

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June 20th, Sunday, 6:38 PM

"Pesky!" Tommy screeched, overjoyed to see his brother again. "TomToms! I see you've found Father!" Grian says, gliding down with his red, blue, and yellow wings. "..Found.. Father..?" Grian's ear feathers twitch before he nods. "Did you not realize Phil was our dad?" "..I didn't realize we had a dad in the first place." The two burst out laughing at the embarrassing moment. "..So that means a hero is..?" Tommy trailed off. "Yes. A hero is related to villains. Actually, Tubs is on the trail of being able to join HermitFusion. Where even is he?" Tommy let out a choked wail before responding. "Dead, he's dead just like The Blade. Gone, dead." Horror crosses Grian's face. "He.. He can't-- You're joking, right? Yeah! Ye-Yeah! This- This is just a terrible prank or.dream and I just can't wake up! Haha! Yep!" Ranboo comes out their room, eyes puffy. He sees Grian and runs over to the shorter man. He hugs him as tight as he can. "Don't- Don't die on me, like- like Tubbo did." Tears started to fall from Grian's eyes as he knew Tubbo was dead. Phil rushes to Grian and wraps his wings around his, pulling Tommy in. "Grian, thank you for doing as I asked. Thank you, I knew I wouldn't be able too raise him very well after Kristen died." "It's fine and not a problem, dad." "Thank you," Phil continued, sobbing. Tommy joined in on the hug. "I brought someone with, if you don't mind. A few someones, actually." Tommy and Phil broke away from the hug and stepped to see who it was. A petite brunette with green all over her outfit. Her eyes, too, were green. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had few wounds. Next to her was a tall brunette man. He had a mask around his head that resembled a head of a hog. He had a sword on his waist, being held by a amber-brown belt. He suffered many scars, his eyes of blood red. It took Tommy a second, but he finally registered who he was looking at as BloodBlade, someone who had died. BloodBlade introduced the girl as Clara, or Dream Complex- Dream Team -'s  healer, Drista. "I'd like to join the Syndicate. I do not agree with my brother's ways."

June 23rd, Wednesday, 2:01 PM

Shlatt had invited Tommy to Tubbo's funeral, and Philza went with. He did have to pay respects to his nephew, and check up on his family. "Liz? You actually dyed your hair pink!" "Oh! Phil! I need to introduce to you Joel! He's the father-" "You had CHILDREN?! And without telling me?" Phil cuts her off, jokingly offended. "Father of our fur-babies. We have two cats." she continued. A few moments later, the actual funeral started and they payed respects.

2:28 PM

Tommy was walking out, and chatting with with his father, aunt, and uncle when he saw a flash of purple. Hands grabbed his shoulders, and he was teleported back to Phil's house. Tommy turns around, and falls into Shlatt's arms. "Thank you, Uncle." "No problem, Toms."

June 29th, Tuesday, 2:57 PM

Tommy woke up, his arms tied around him. His mask was on while was patrolling earlier in the day. They'd finally come up with his name, Theseus. He'd encountered Mushroom, and at that very moment he was put to sleep. His mask wasn't there. "Ah, looks as if he is awake," Dream's voice booms from above him. A silence is spread across the room. "Reveal some secrets of the Syndicate." Dream demands. "W-what?! No!" Tommy yelps. Turning to a door, Dream says, undoing the ropes, "Hm. Xqulea, dispose of this boy. We in the Dream Team no longer need him." Grian walked out in his hero form, panicked. "P-Pesky..?" Tommy mumurs. "What was that? You wanted to be tortured before dying?" Tomathy burst out in tears, jumping up and running to hug his brother. "Pesky, are-are you okay? Why are y-you here? I-Isn't HotG-Guy and Whisper su-supposed to be f-fighting over your l-love? W-Where's Mum..?" "Shh.. Little, Gem is sick right now. I just got found by Dream and his squad. I'm okay. I'm sure Hot is getting his butt beat right--" "Ehem. Xqulea, you're supposed to be killing the boy." "Dream, if you wanna be like Sam you can. I, on the other hand, am not going to kill my baby brother." "I am not like the Killer Rabbit!" "That's what he forced me to do. Luckily enough, Toms wasn't there for him to actually be able to make me." "Oh, wait, so Theseus is Tommy, now hm?" Silence. "He may leave, alive."

July 19th, Monday, 11:37PM

Tommy is in his costume, patrolling with his father, Quackity, the pesky birb, and his emotionally adopted mother, Gem Tay or Crystalline. While walking, he thought about when Day talked about how Charlotte had met someone named Gemini. "Hey, Crystie?" Tommy starts. "No, no no no no," Quackity starts freaking out. Philza grabs the shaeshifter and gently holds him still, keeping his hands in view of Quackity's eyes and knowledge. "Hey, bud, it's me, Vully. Hey, hey look! Look, stupid bird wings haha!" He says, flapping his wings a little bit. "C-Cover.." "Mhm! Ofcourse! Now, I want you to remember that Theseus was not calling you that. Remember, Crystalline is here and is his emotionally adopted mother," Phil says, trying to soothe the traumatized shapeshifter while covering the group with his wings. "Greetings, Syndicate. Mayhaps I ask why you lot are all huddled in a cuddle?" Dream says, walking up on the five. "Oh! I see a hero within you all." "I'm just here for my brother and yours," Grian says coldly. Quackity looks at Grian with wide, shook eyes. "Wh-How..?" "Let's just say I knew Crystalline before Lilac did." "There's not way that one of thou is brethren from Xavier. Dance, shall we not?" Sapnap and Mushroom came out from behind trees, and they started to fight. Fire from SnapMap's hands flying towards Gem, Philza and Quackity fighting against Mushroom, Grian fighting with Dream. Drista can from behind we tree and started to fight Tommy with rock paper scissors. Tommy won 8 games out of 13, so he counts himself the best. Grian has Dream pinned down, and everyone freezes, not knowing what was fixing to happen. Sapnap burned feathers from the parrots wings, but he didn't even flinch. Mushroom tried to put Grian to sleep, and that didn't work, either. Even Philza and Gem tried getting Grian off the dude, but it was to no avail. "Do you even know what could happen with your power?" "No, why?" "You could make someone like us. I wasn't even like you until I lived with Killer Rabbit and PcyBun! Just as easily as we could kill or heal someone, we could turn them, and that feels like dying three times." A flash of purple is sent of in the distance, behind Grian where he could not see who was near. What he did not expect, though, was hearing Tommy wail before Tommy screamed loudly.

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Tommy 'woke' up to the sound of crying. All he could think of, though, was the massive pain in his back. He couldn't understand why he hurt so badly, or why had suddenly couldn't move, but something he could understand is his pesky bird of a brother was crying his name. "Tommy, please I can't loose you too," he cried, "I can't loose you like we lost Mum." Day after day, night after night. His brother crying on what was presumed to be his deathbed. "I- I understand that you are in pa-in," Grian choked. "Where ever you are you will always be my gremlin little brother." Some days Scar would come visit, too. "Hey, Tommy, we miss you and your crazyness," he'd always start, "We need you to wake up soon, okay?" Taurtis would always say the exact same thing as Scar when he came. Wilbur and Techno would sometimes come in, too. Always together. "Hey Toms, we miss you. Can you try to flex your hand for me?" Tech would always ask. Wilbur always told Tomathy's body dad jokes, Phil did too when he visited. Philza didn't visit alot, anyways.

One day, though, things changed. Everyone one was there. Scar, Taurtis, Grian, Wilbur, Phil, Techno, even Dream was there for some odd reason! "Tom-my," Grian choked out from his harsh crying, hugging him. "Plea-se wake u- up so-soon." Tommy heard the sound of boots step up, along with a quiet sob that sounded like Wilbur. "Tommy, if you don't wake up by next week they'll pronounce you dead," Wilbur said, void of all emotions but grief. "He's not dead, Wilbur!" Grian cried. Then, they left.

December 4th, Saturday, 2:39 PM

Tommy woke up three visits after the day that everyone was in the room, and the room was dim. No nurses or crying was able to be seen as Tommy realized he was really awake. "Nur'!" he yelled. The lights slowly turned on as the door opened and he saw his normal nurse at Pogtopia Hospital, Nurse Hannah, walk through with his family. "Tommy? You're awake?" she said in disbelief. "M'eah, 'ow long ha' I been out?" Tommy asked, slurring his words. "You've been out since July 19th, so just under," she trailed off, counting in her fingers. "Six months." "It' a'ready past Chrima'?!" A hand on his back causes pain to sprout. "No, Toms, you woke up just in time. It's the 4th," Grian tries to soothe him, turning to Hannah he asks, "Can we take him home?" Hannah nods, "Just make sure Brother keeps me updated. I know how hard this was when it happened to him.." "Ofcourse," Grian turns to Philza, "And I'm kidnapping my brother." Phil gives a thumbs up and Grian takes Tommy to HermitFusion's base.

3:57 PM

"Why have you called this meeting, G?" Scar asks. "I'm sure you all remember how much pain I was in when I left Sam's after he turned me?" "Grian, why are you-" Xisuma tried to ask before getting cut off. "Dream is a watcher, not a turned one but a born one. He didn't know he could transform others until it was too late and he had shot my brother with the power." "Tommy, Wilbur, or Techno?" Taurtis asks, "Techno could survive with little to no trauma, Wilbur a bit of trauma but Tommy could actually be driven insane because of the amount of pain it gives you, and combined with the grief of Tubbo? That's one to kill the world!" Tommy steps up, "Well then I guess the world will be killed?" The entire room gets loud quickly, and Tommy ends up with his ears covered by Grian in a corner and Taurtis cleaning the blood off his back. "G..? Why is there blood on on my back..?" Tommy asks, voice shaking and cracking. "It's because you're growing wings, and new eyes are opening. Tommy, soon you'll feed off of emotions and you'll have eyes no one else can see around you, and you'll see everything." "Gri..? I thought-" "I was a parrot, yes, I was. But, I am now a Watcher. Even after death, you will exist. Only reviving someone will even allow you to shed a physical form." "So I can revive Tubbo..?" "If you want him to have to build you a robot to have a physical form, yes."

December 8th, Wednesday, 1:09 PM

"Thes! Are you alright?" X yells through the Comm. "Axolotl send Cry, Lea, Hot and Whisp!!" Tommy yells back. Over the past few days, he'd become acquainted with the members of HermitFusion. Currently, though, he'd need Gem, Gri, Scar, and Taurtis "They should be behind now!" "Theseus! Are you okay?" "Xqulea! I'm okay but I do need help. Thorn and Diamond are being a pain!" "Thorn? Let me deal with her. She'll get Diamond to back down too," Grian says, walking over to Thorn. "Theseus over here is my little brother, Thorn. The youngest one, that is." "Oh I didn't realize! I am so sorry Theseus! Diamond, retreat. This is a battle you won't fight and I won't let get started." "Tell me at the base why."

December 25th, Saturday, 5:29 PM

Tommy sets out of L'Bucks after getting picked up by Philza. "So, merry Christmas, mate?" Phil says, sounding more like a question.. "Yeah, merry Christmas Dadza."

6:02 PM

They walk through the door to the Syndicate in costumes. "Niki? Jack? Big Q? Drist?" "Tommy, get HermitFusion and both of you get in your costumes. Brother's wanting to fight us and they have the Eggpire behind them, even though they are villains." Tommy grabs his comm off his waist and calls Grian. "Pesky, you there?" "Yeah, what's up Toms?" "D-Team wants to fight us- Uh, the Syndicate and they have the Eggpire behind them." "Oh. OH. I'll get X and everyone else!" "Cya, Pesky!" "Bye, Tommy."

6:36 PM

"I see you have received my message. I'm glad you agreed to fight," Dream says, "I suspect you don't know we have allies as you have none?" "Wrong, Clay Dean," Xqulea says, reaching the ground. "They have us." "Oh, so you decided to have your brother involved." "The Eggpire consists of only 3 people, of which one is a nurse I went to school with. Diamond, BadBoy, and Thorn. BadBoy is honestly really sweet and is being puppeteered by Xavior." "DREAM I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY WERE WILLING!" SapNap yells. "I THOUGHT SOTOO"Dreamyellsback. "BROTHER SHUT IT" Thorn ends up yelling, stunning SapNap. "I'm the one who agreed to fight with you lot in the first place. Now that I understand Theseus is part of the Syndicate, and the only willing one of the Eggpire, I back down." "Oh? Scared of a newbie, I see." "I'll see you in my office once this fight is over, Thes and Xqulea!" "Wait Hannah?!" SnapRap yells, running after her. A wall of thorns grows in his path, and Diamond pulls BadBoy away. "Pesky, you can call the others off." "On it." "Oh, how generous," Dream laughs, "Show them what we can do, everyone!" "There's literally 3 people on our side and like 7 on theirs." "Oh well. Mushroom can put them to sleep." "Dream I'm not your puppet." "Just this once?" "No, but I will fight." Grian's wings flare open, and so does Dream's. Soon enough, Tommy and Drista are helping Techno, Phil, and Niki against Mushroom, Jack and SapNap are burning each other with Wilbur, Quackity, and Ranboo helping out Jack, and Dream and Grian are fighting. After an hour or two Tommy breaks away and runs to the cemetery. He finds Tubbo's coffin, it was over ground for some odd reason, and opens it. He places his left hand over Tubbo's torso, and closes his eyes. He focuses on all his energy onto his hand, and purple starts to spout out of his hand, and over Tubbo. The world around him slowly shifts to his old apartment and Tubbo crying in the corner, a dead version of him in the middle of the floor. "Tμßb•?" Tommy calls out, "¥∆u ®€@dy +0 b£ @|!v€ ag@¡n?" "T-Tommy..? Why- Why are you here in my limbo? Oh, please tell me you aren't dead!" Tommy reaches out and takes his best friend by the hand, pulls him up, and hugs him. "G°∆dẞ¥€, My f®£πd."

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Sir Thaddeus Salae: a bodyguard, 20s, hired by Rosalia following a break in at their country home; takes his job protecting Rosalia very seriously.

Varun Das: a tavernkeeper, 20s, who is friends with Rosalia but unaware that she's a duchess; is her confidante nonetheless, and is always happy to offer her a free drink.

Lady Cressida Morgenstern: the second sister, 21, not entirely "there" but observant to a fault; has a magical affinity for plants and animals.

Lady Violet Morgenstern: the third sister, 18, quiet and fatigued; is studying to be a scholar of magic and is vehemently against marriage.

Lady Lillian Morgenstern: the fourth sister, 16, fiery and free-spirited; has a magical affinity for creating magical perfumes with the flowers Cressida grows.

Lady Dorothea Morgenstern: the youngest sister, 14, sickly but bright; has magical abilities, but is unable to use them due to her illness.

✯ World (called Tekom): our story in particular focuses primarily on three countries. Verkap (inspired primarily by Regency England), Kueskap (inspired primarily by the Gupta Empire era of India), and Tritokap (inspired primarily by Thailand, generally). The primary setting is the coast of Verkap, but heavily features characters and cultural influence from the other two countries. They worship the stars as minor deities who grant miracles -- a religion called Sterkas. Although each country has a different view of the stars' origins and the rules of earning those miracles, everyone agrees that the stars have an innate connection to the magic that graces Tekom.