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There were those who looked at food with a mild sense of disgust in their eyes, people who poked and prodded at whatever lay on their plates, shifting whatever it was around with a knife or fork while scrutinizing the food with suspicious gazes. They were the difficult eaters, picky and avoiding anything that carried a shade of green or looked far too slimy to consume. Kaya Mulligan would often tell Tatienne that she had been one of those people as a child, grabbing broccoli and beans off her plate to hold in her chubby fists. flinging them at whatever was nearest. Sometimes, this was a kitchen cabinet, but more often than not it was one of her family members who became the victim of her food assault. Mashed potatoes would be stuck in Wyatt’s hair or dripping down from Callum’s glasses while little Tati laughed at her creation, watching the true work of art she had created with the food she did not want to eat. Apparently, if she could believe her mother’s words, the girl had been a troublesome child, and such a fact would not be all too surprising when one knew Tati.

But of course, she had grown up and left those days of picky eating behind her. It was almost like she had done a complete one eighty, almost like Clark Kent who would run into a telephone booth, only to emerge as Superman. She was no Superman, but Wonder Woman, the fierce heroine who could bring anyone to their knees – or at least, that’s who she dreamed of being, a woman fearsome enough to take down anyone who wished to harm her. A she-wolf. Because after all, had her father not given her the middle name ‘Asena’ in hopes of her turning into a wolf who had no issue with baring her teeth, or digging them into someone else’s flesh? To feast on raw meat while blood dripped from her fangs? They were strange thoughts that curled through Tatienne Mulligan’s mind as she walked down the stairs of the castle, all because she had been cooped up inside her dorm room for far too long and had been craving something to eat. While she may have been a difficult eater before, the opposite was true now, and she was left feeling so hungry that she could eat whatever would be left for her to grab. Of course, she had her preferences (grease, grease, and more grease) but in this moment, the sound of her stomach rumbling was enough to push her to walk faster.

One side of her black sweatshirt kept sliding down, exposing her shoulder and neck that were riddled with marks; marks that spoke of a night spent in between someone else’s sheets, even more visible because she had tied her hair in a messy ponytail. She did not feel ashamed of it, which was why she did not reach up to fix the sleeve. Everyone did it, so why should she hide it? Because she was a girl, because she should be demure and bashful? Those were words that did not describe Tati, and maybe, a small part of her wanted others to see – and one person in particular. It brought a frown to her face as she reached down to pull on the hems of her stockings – stockings that were so fitting for Halloween yet that holiday had passed already, much to her dismay. The knitted scarlet blood dripped down from the hem only to transition in a black colour, and it made the small girl look like she had cut her legs open and let the blood flow. It pleased her when she looked down, pouty lips curved into a smirk while watching her favourite stockings.

But thoughts of blood and gore were quickly forgotten once she entered the Great Hall and the smell of food tickled her nose. She was so hungry, and with quick steps, Tati walked towards the Gryffindor table, hazel eyes focused on the benches to find herself an empty seat. So focused on her mission, she had not paid any attention to where she was going, only to result in the small girl crashing into the hard body of someone far taller. ‘’Watch it,’’ the small lioness mumbled on impulse before looking up, hazel eyes staring into those familiar, grassy green eyes. Her body seemed to have an instant reaction when being near Fiachra, heart hammering loudly in her chest while small fingers pulled her sleeves up to her knuckles. Yet at the same time, she felt that annoyance that was always so present – annoyance at her reaction to him, her feelings; always so present like that fluttering in her stomach. ‘’Oh, hey,’’ Tati greeted casually while brushing a curl out of her face, ‘’sorry, I didn’t see you there.’’

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Whoever invited shared meals should be killed retrospectively, at least in Fiachra's humble opinion. It was already bad enough back at home when they were forced to sit on one table and pretend that everything was alright while it simply wasn't, when he had to deal with Fionn's droopy dog eyes that seemed to be always red-rimmed from recently cried tears and with Nechtan's gaze that was always avoiding him unless he received a well-placed kick against the shin underneath the table. In a way, breakfast, lunch and dinner could not be compared with the situation at home, because no one would truly bother whether he would make an appearance or not. But sitting as far away as possible from his brother's was still better than having to walk into the kitchen and ask the house elves for food. He was not going to lower himself to such an impertinence, and therefore Fiachra found himself walking into the Great Hall once more, still partially wearing his uniform from classes. Partially in this case meant that he was wearing the stiff, white button down that was crinkled by now, the tie abandoned casually and the sleeves rolled up, exposing tattooed forearms in the process. He knew that the more hidden tattoos could be seen through the white fabric, too - he had even received detention for that once. But did he care? No, of course not.

The chatter from the other students was giving him a headache as soon as he entered the Great Hall, grassy eyes wandering over the heads of the lions only to make sure he could locate himself away from any glimmer of fiery red. It was careful avoidance, and in a good moment he told himself he was avoiding his brothers for their own good. In a bad moment he was aware that he was avoiding them because guilt and pain laced with the desperate feeling of wanting to grab and shake them made his stomach knot and shoved all thoughts of eating away. He worked hard - all by himself, when no one was watching - and needed the food desperately, groaning in annoyance as his body suddenly collided with a smaller, softer one. "...the fuck," he muttered, immediately crossing his arms in a defensive motion as he gazed down at whoever had dared getting into his way. It was rude and dangerous and - oh, of course it had to be Tatienne Mulligan, human personification of rudeness and danger. If his mood had been in the basement before, it was swimming in ground water by now.

Even more so as his moss-coloured eyes fell on those marks on the girl's neck - marks that most definitely had not been caused by him, which irked Fiachra to a point that felt ridiculous to himself. He had no claim to the fierce wolf girl, there were no ties binding them, no matter how much he might have enjoyed their interactions during the scavenger hunt in the beginning of November. Arms uncrossed slowly and fingers shaped fists only to relax again, the cool metal of his rings pressing into his palm for a moment. Decisions had to be made fast, and Fiachra McMahon had never been a fast thinker. She was playing with others, she did not need him - she had never needed him in the first place, despite carelessly given kisses and the odd intimacy that always seemed to unfold whenever they were together. Once his hands relaxed again, they landed on the girl's shoulder, once more wondering how one could be so damn small and yet so angry.

But instead of adressing her in any way, Fiachra shoved her aside and continued his way towards the less crowded area of the Gryffindor table, the thought of food in his mind again while he tried to suppress the glaring jealousy that bubbled up in his chest. Why was he feeling like that? He had never gotten attached to anyone, and he was not going to allow some dwarvish transfer student - with admittedly kissable lips - to ruin his life just like that.

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Misophonia. A word Wyatt had once shown his little sister, grinning like he had made the biggest discovery of the century; like Albert Einstein who… what had he done, again? They were things Tati did not pay any attention to, nor did she attempt to remember such facts because her brothers would always be there to correct her on such manners. Wyatt had read the word somewhere and apparently, had linked it to his sister in an instant. The literal meaning was ‘hatred of sound’, sometimes also called ‘sound-rage’, which seemed so fitting for the small girl who balled her small hands into fists whenever someone sitting close to her was chewing loudly, an anger in her hazel eyes as she attempted to calm herself and not throw her plate at the other person’s head. It fit her perfectly well, yet it also meant that attending a boarding school would be a nightmare for someone who grew so easily annoyed when others could not consume their food without making any noises. Of course all of it could be attributed to the simple fact that Tatienne was a girl who grew annoyed by a plethora of situations, yet it had not stopped Wyatt from showing it to her anyway.

Years of going to Ilvermorny had made it so her tolerance had risen slightly, yet not enough, because shoves were still given to her friends who made smacking noises when eating, or who bit into foods that made it sound like they were crunching stones between their teeth – god, she hated it when people bit into lollipops. Tati knew herself, and she was aware that today was one of those days; one of those days when the small girl was like a cat who could be driven up the wall in an instant, or a wolf who was far too impatient to wait until tearing its prey apart. So when entering the Great Hall, she was determined to find herself a spot to sit alone, yet that plan had been shoved into the far corners of her mind once she had bumped into Fiachra. There was a certain instinct that came when colliding into someone else, especially when they were bigger than she was – which wasn’t that hard – and her small hands had been shaped into fists the moment she walked into the taller lion, even though it was clearly her fault.

She watched him carefully as his eyes trailed the marks that were so present on her neck, almost staining her skin with the remnants of a night that had not been spent in his bed. Instead, she had sought the touch and affection of another, fueled by a desire to get back at Fiachra. And for what, exactly? For him sleeping with others, which he had every right to do? It was ridiculous, yet she could not deny the emotions she had felt when hearing about it, how upset she had been even though there was nothing tying the ginger-haired lion to her. If anything, he was a danger, a danger to that determination of keeping others at a safe distance, especially those who could hurt her like she had been hurt before. But as much as she tried to deny it, as much as she tried to stick her head in the sand, the pull she felt towards him was not something that could be overlooked. And when his hands pressed down on her shoulders, her hands relaxed almost automatically, fists no longer there as they hung limp at her sides. Yet it only took one other movement for all her muscles to tense up again.

He shoved her. No words, no greeting, not even a nod of acknowledgement – just a simple shove so he could pass by her and walk away. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she watched him walk towards the Gryffindor table, nails digging into the palms of her hands while she did not even attempt to slow her breathing. No one shoved her, no one ignored her and walked away unscathed, especially not Fiachra McMahon. With quick steps – her small legs had a hard time keeping up with his longer ones – Tati followed him, reaching out to grab his arm while she caught up to him and stood in front of him, blocking his way. ‘’What the fuck is your problem?’’ the small girl hissed, accent so tangible in every word as she glared up at Fiachra with furrowed brows. ‘’Why are you ignoring me?’’

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If one truly wanted something, one had to claim it - much like taking the last serving of scrambled eggs with bacon during breakfast at home as soon as Fionn’s droopy puppy eyes settled on it. Fiachra never had a problem with taking what he deemed was his, but it was more problematic when it came to people, as claiming people meant admitting that he had grown attached to them. And in this exact moment he would rather eat dragon dung than admitting he had caught any kind of feelings for a certain girl as wild as a wolf and just as taunting. Why was it that he felt his stomach clench when looking at those marks on her body then? He had no claim to her because he had literally kicked her out of his bed - had he really thought she was going to come crawling back? With logic always proving itself to cause him a headache, he might have been able to solve this riddle all by himself. Not knowing what was going on troubled the Irish boy, and he could feel anger against his own behaviour rising in his chest while staring down at Tati.

All of the sudden, every unnecessary sound seemed to be muted around him, everything having gotten so quiet he could hear the blood rush in his ears. Fiachra had never been subtle in his behaviour, known to be too rough and aggressive with every step he took - more a cornered wolf than a proud lion on most days. Had he been any more skilled in hiding his emotions, he would have calmly replied to the small girl, would have greeted her like he would greet everyone else. Instead, he once more let his heart rule over his head and shoved her aside, strutting forward and trying to ignore the fact that Tatienne Mulligan was no mosquito bothering him in summer - she was one of the Christian plagues, a thousand frogs and grasshoppers, a flood and a drought at the same time; some divine punishment he had never asked for because Fiachra followed no true religion in the first place. And like the plagues, she was following him now.

He should have known that he could not walk away from his issues, no matter how small in height they were. Tatienne grabbed his arm, and instinctively, he dragged it away from her, raising his hand as if to slap her - but he did not. Instead, his fingers shaped a fist as he slowly lowered his arm again to stare at her, grassy eyes so full of annoyance and something else he could not quite determine himself in this moment. No one held Fiachra back, and no one told him what to do - especially no girl who gave herself all too easily to others. Unfortunately, she was also terribly distracting, his gaze trailing down her body and lingering on those rather fascinating stockings for a moment, before he stared into her face again with a certain amount of defiance. “My problem?” he asked, louder than expected and therefore lowering the volume of his voice slightly as he took a step towards the girl, glaring at her. “My problem? I have no problem,” the tall lion stated, suppressing the need to give her another shove.

The young man was full of opposites, wanting her close while wanting to shove her away; feeling the desire to yell at her while also trying to ignore her. Why did she have to make him feel this way? “You shouldn’t be so worried about me ignoring you, why don’t you go to one of those other guys you seem to like so much?” he hissed, Irish accent stronger than usual because he was too angry to even try and contain himself. Was she so attention-starved that she needed him to acknowledge her? The marks on her neck told other stories, and Fiachra did not want to hear any of these stories, staring her down for a moment longer before he turned his back to her to try and finally get some food into this body that felt like it was glowing with fury again.

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There was a part of Tatienne that knew she should just turn around and walk away. But when had that ever come easy to the girl who claimed to be as wild as the wolf that was inked on her forearm? There was no turning around, no running away in her world; and was that not what her father had taught her? To face her problems head-on, balling small hands into fists in case the situation asked for it (which usually only increased her problems instead of solving them). But this was different, because Fiachra McMahon was both the problem and the solution. When they had locked lips that first time outside of the Gryffindor common room, when the moon was painting shadows on their faces, nothing beyond that was supposed to happen. Sure, she had spent the night in his bed – with a less than welcome outcome – but it was supposed to be casual, just another random hookup with someone she didn’t particularly care for.

Yet as much as she wanted to deny it, as much as she wanted to yell and scream at herself for it, there was no more going around it, because nothing about their encounters and interactions was random. She cared far too much and enjoyed the times they had spent together, even when they were laced with tension, and it made it impossible for her to walk away, or to allow him to walk away from her. Her hands were shaking with an anger that was slowly seeping out of her, hazel eyes ablaze as she stared up at the tall lion; there was no way she was going to allow him to pass by her easily. As much as there came an abundant amount of annoyance with her small stature, it sometimes came in hand when she had to block someone’s way; like a roadblock that had been laid out to apprehend anyone from crossing. And as much as she had hoped she could keep her cool, it was nearly impossible, flinching slightly when Fiachra raised his hand at her. Yet nothing followed, and it irked her how his grassy gaze wandered down to her legs, resisting the urge to reach out and shove him. Boys and their attention-span.

‘’Yes, your problem,’’ Tati repeated as she glared at Fiachra, her small face painted in a mask of anger. Their confrontation had not gone unnoticed, and heads of their fellow lions and lionesses were starting to turn to watch the two in their glaring match. But the small girl couldn’t care less about who saw them, or about the whispers that followed and the rumours that would surely sprung up because clearly, students had nothing better to do. It was how all of this had started, because one of those rumours had reached the small lioness as well, and it had been like an invisible hand that had pushed her in the arms of someone else. And apparently, it was what bothered Fiachra in that moment – but why? Why did he care who she slept with when he was bedding others as well? Yet had this not been her goal, her intention with showing off those marks by wearing a sweater that slipped off her shoulder, and by wearing her hair in a ponytail to make sure they would be seen? In a way, she had wanted to see his reaction, but now she was not quite sure what to do with it.

Almost subconsciously, her hand reached up to her neck, fingers touching the marks that had been left behind by someone who wasn’t Fiachra, even if she wished it had been him. ‘’Is that what this is about?’’ Tati asked incredulously, because yes, it was hard to believe that Fiachra cared who she did or did not sleep with when he was the one fucking around, and the anger had almost subsided from her voice, only to return again because he had no right to judge her. He had turned his back on her once more, yet it was not a barrier that would ever stop the small girl, and she reached out for his arm once more, fingers wrapping around his wrist while she positioned herself in front of him. ‘’Stop trying to walk away from me and let me fucking talk,’’ the lioness hissed while taking a step forward. ‘’Why do you care what I do with other guys? Tell me, what is it you’ve been doing, huh? Have you kept your dick in your pants? The only reason I – ‘’ But that was where she stopped herself, biting her lip to prevent any more words from spilling out of her mouth. Tati had never been one to think over her words before speaking them, but she was not going to tell Fiachra she had only slept with Cassius because she had been upset, not while he was behaving like such an asshole.

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If Fiachra was not affected - and he claimed not to be - then he would not be as angry as he was right now, every muscle in his body tense and every nerve humming the war songs of his ancestors. It was a dangerous game to play, to push his fury as far as Tatienne was doing. But did she really do anything, or was he overreacting just because of, yes, what? He hated not knowing what was going on, especially when it came to himself. Tati was doing something with him, but he did not know what. Maybe she was just toying around, as she apparently had other boys - and most likely also girls - to entertain herself with. He had never liked sharing attention, which was the main reason behind his constant moves against his own brothers who had stolen the throne he had kept all by himself and were now stealing all the attention unless it was the negative one, of course: the bad grades, the bad behaviour - Fiachra, the disgrace of the family who was going to lose his heir position if he did not pay attention. Would he really bother about it? No, not for his own sake.

The problem was that despise pretending he never cared about anything, he actually did. Not so much about the name of his family and their heritage, but about his brothers - about Nechtan’s and Fionn’s future, and how all the weight of being the heir would fall onto them when he would somehow manage to get disowned on his own, very personal way to Hell he was so carefully wandering; always swaying close enough to the abyss because he knew he was going to grow the wings to fly instead of falling. A certain confidence was running in the McMahon bloodline, although it often seemed like Fiachra had gotten it all, with nothing left for his younger brothers. Either way, he needed to focus on the here and now, and the reality of the moment was Tatienne being annoying while all he wanted to do was to grab lunch and try to forget her - all the fun they had been having in the night of the scavenger hunt tossed aside, because he could not allow himself to grow weak just because he had laughed with and kissed her under an all too full moon and in the presence of headless ghosts.

He did not care about the stares he could feel burning on his neck and back, green eyes settled on the girl in front of him who almost seemed to mimic his expression of utter anger. The Irish boy did not want to deal with any of this any longer, and as she reached for his wrist once he had turned away, he furiously shook off her hand, fingers shaping a fist once more. Punching girls might not be the elegant way to go, yet he also never had an issue with doing such things if it was required. Being an asshole was unfortunately nothing that was depending on one’s gender, and he was sure that he was going to lose the tiny amount of patience he still had when he had to stare on the marks on Tati’s neck for a moment longer. Why did he let her talk, then? He listened, and there were accusations as well as fragmented sentences that made him even more furious than he already was. Had he kept his dick in his pants? Maybe not, but it was none of her business - and he was not the one who carried those badges of shame on his neck.

“What I do and what I don’t do is none of your business, now is it? Maybe think about what you implied when you climb into another guy’s bed the next time, I’m not exactly a fan of getting invested and watching my-” here, Fiachra stopped himself, angry of his own confession while he just threw his hands in the air in defence and utter helplessness. He had not been sleeping with anyone recently, and most definitely not since the first of November when he had wondered some more about this wild wolf girl who fought headless huntsmen and placed her fishnets in a random tree. She was walking his mind too often, distracting him while he wanted peace and quiet - and now she was here, not belonging to him even though he wanted her too. “Fuck it,” he muttered, and this time, it sounded more like defeat than his usual rage.

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It should be said that Tatienne was not a girl who enjoyed to play games. Board games, sure, if her opponents were okay with her flipping over all the pieces on the table once she lost – the same counted for Quidditch and Quodpot. The American girl was a sore loser, irritation often seeping through her pores once the game turned against her, something her two brothers immensely enjoyed as they always managed to beat their little sister at such board games. Her annoyance would only make them laugh harder, even when tiny pieces were hurdled at their heads, or threats that were nowhere near thinly veiled. When soaring through the air on her broom, playing a game that involved either an exploding Quaffle or one that remained in one piece, there was fun yet also a determination to win. But there were games that were different, games that entailed playing with ones feelings and toying with someone’s emotions; and those were the games Tati truly hated.

She had never been one to play hard-to-get, to pretend she wasn’t interested in someone just to make everything more thrilling or unnecessarily drawn out. Why would she hide how she felt, hide her intentions in a twisted game of chase where no one was being entirely honest? Tati had seen it happen around her, seen how girls or boys would pretend to be interested and then one day later, drop it all as if it were a mere act. It was tiring and annoying, and it was why she glared at Fiachra with fury burning in her eyes. Perhaps a part of the small girl also felt anger at herself, because had she not told herself not to let anyone make her feel this way again? And was she not playing her own game, showing off those marks on her neck with the clear intent of him seeing them? Yet here she was, feeling both desire and the urge to yell at the tall boy, gaze flickering to his lips for a second because really, it had felt so good to kiss him. But as good as the lion had made her feel on that night of Halloween and after, he was only making her feel worse with every second that passed now, while their entire surroundings seemed to be blurred out.

Her grip on his wrist was easily shaken off, and her gaze wandered to his hand that had shaped into a fist, wondering if he would truly hurt her. The thought alone made her frown in anger, yet it would not come as a surprise as nothing about his behavior and doings proved the opposite. It made her own fingers curl into the shapes of fists, eyes focused on his face while the whispers surrounding them were like an annoying buzz in her ears. ‘’Why do you even care if I sleep with someone else?’’ Tati gave back in anger, before her mask of fury slipped not a moment later as the words tumbled from his mouth. He was getting invested? In what, exactly? And what did he mean when he spoke the word my? The small girl watched the taller lion with a mix of confusion and disbelief on her face, unsure what to do while a million thoughts were racing through her mind.

And suddenly, the small lioness felt tired. Tired of the back and forth, of laughing and enjoying themselves under the light of the moon only to fight again not so soon afterwards. She was sick of whatever this was between them, or the absence of it; sick of not knowing what to expect next and sick of being treated this way. Because even though the small wolfish girl did not enjoy backing down from a challenge, nor did she enjoy walking away, even she knew when it was time to take a step back from a situation that did her no good. And it was exactly what she did next, taking one step back from the ginger-haired lion while her hands hung limp by her sides, the material of his cuff that she still wore around her wrist brushing against her skirt. ‘’What do you want from me, Fiachra?’’ Tati asked then, all the anger having left her voice only to be replaced by her tired tone, looking up at him while the question was posed.

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How hard could it really be to admit defeat, to allow himself a single weakness instead of fighting teeth and claws for someone who so clearly did not want to belong to him, even if Fiachra was entertaining the thought of somehow being involved with Tatienne. It was a stupid idea, but those memories of time spent with the girl were always pleasant, and there was something oddly pleasing about seeing his wolf cuff around her wrist whenever she was wearing it. But the problem was that Fiachra had never gotten in a relationship with anyone before and had limited himself to those one-night.stands that held no real meaning. Tati had been one of those - much like Seraphina for that matter - and yet she had somehow become a part of his life, and had they not enjoyed too much? The big bad wolf and Little Red, not the fairytale version that ended with the wolf’s death, but an odd and twisted alternative to Bonnie and Clyde. If it were like this, they would not be fighting again, as it seemed to be those two extremes with them on every single day: it was either a fight or kissing, and nothing in between. His whole life he had been running from attachment, learning quickly that love could be swayed as soon as a cuter and nicer baby - first Nechtan and then fucking Fionn - entered the family, ready to absorb all the attention.

Getting attached was not worth the pain parting again caused, and yet there he was, wanting to say all those words he could not even spell properly on parchment. Things were never the way they were in the old legends where men turned into birds and other animals to woo a girl, where women fell helplessly in love just because someone flexed their muscles by a river. Fiachra wished that life would be easier at times, because he was running out of options of what to do with Tati - apart from throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to his dorm like a true caveman, even though he was sure she was not going to appreciate that at all. Her question was justified, why did he care who she slept with? Because he wanted her, but he was too proud to admit such things, to spill his guts while all students around them seemed to be watching and waiting for any of them to freak out first. Blood spilled was something the student body of Hogwarts always enjoyed - one just had to attend a game of Quidditch, and the crowd always went wild when blood was splashing in all directions. Fiachra knew, not only because he had watched a few games. He mostly knew from the games of his father he had watched when forced to attend.

This was not a game, it was the harsh reality. The Irish boy could not walk away and pretend nothing ever happened, nor could he forget about the consequences. What do you want from me, Fiachra? His name sounded so different when Tati said it, and yet he had no reply for her. Instead, he took a step forward and crossed the distance between them, hands digging into her thick and messy curls. It was stupid, and maybe even childish, and yet he leaned all the way down to kiss her, closing his eyes without a single care about all those people who were watching. It did not matter any more, and he just did not care. Her hair felt soft against his fingers and he deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back, hands not leaving her hair and grassy eyes slightly widened as he stared down at her.

Some idiot at the table behind him whistled, and Fiachra took a mental note to punch whoever had done that as soon as he was done with Tati - no matter what the outcome of the situation was going to be. He licked his lips, clearing his throat for a moment. The lion had never been one to think too much about anything, to consider choices. He was impulsive to a point where it was utter recklessness, and so the words left his lips in a calm manner, quietly enough for only the wolf girl to hear him.

“Be my girlfriend.”

@Tatienne Mulligan

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As much as a wolf fought back, bearing its teeth and growling at whoever dared to step too close, even the canine grew tired at one point or another. Tired of fighting, tired of resisting and tired of the chase. Everything between Tatienne and Fiachra had been intense, from their first encounter to the last, and this moment right here in the Great Hall was no different; yet she had grown tired of it. It was exhausting to keep it all up, to wonder where they stood and what the other boy really felt for her, besides a one night stand he kept running into. Tati knew she was not the only girl who had shared his bed – was she the only one he had kicked out of it? – and it had irked her to hear those rumours. Rumours of the lion in bed with a snake, rumours that had made her stomach turn even though it was nothing truly unexpected. Yet she could not help the way she had felt when first hearing about it, and neither could she stop the consequences that came with too many drinks consumed at a party that had prompted her to plant her lips on someone else’s lips; even when she wished they were Fiachra’s.

It was hypocritical of her to be upset about it all, this she knew, and it was downright stupid as well; when had she become the kind of girl who would pine after a boy, jealous that he was giving other’s attention as well? She hated it because she had no right to be upset, yet she was also upset at herself, because had she not told herself she would not feel this way about someone again? There was that annoying beating of her heart that seemed to speed up whenever he was near, the flutter in her stomach whenever they touched and that damn cuff she kept wearing, even when it reminded her of Fiachra. And in that moment, Tati wanted nothing more than to reach down and yank the cuff off her wrist, to shove it in Fiachra’s hands and just turn around and walk away from it all. Her questions stayed unanswered even as she glared up at the tall lion, and it only made her desire to flee from the Great Hall increase. Maybe he didn’t have an answer to her questions, maybe he didn’t want to give her an answer, maybe it was a sign that all of it was utter bullshit and maybe she should just turn around now and -

But there was no turning around, because all of the sudden, Fiachra closed the distance between them, his hands burying into her hair and his lips pressed against hers. And as much as Tati had wanted to leave this all behind just a few moments ago, all of those thoughts were washed away once Fiachra kissed her, closing her eyes as well as she leaned into the kiss. It was easy to forget everything when his fingers were tangled in her messy curls and when his lips felt so warm and familiar against her own. Then, he pulled back, and a small gasp escaped her pouty lips as she slowly opened her eyes again, looking up at the tall lion with confusion etched into her features. Her heart was hammering in her chest, so loudly that she could hear it drumming in her ears, and she was convinced that everyone who was staring at them could hear it as well. There was the sound of a whistle coming from one of those idiotic students who could not focus on the food in front of them, yet for once, Tati did not feel the need to flash them the middle finger like she would have done in any other moment. All she could do was stare at Fiachra as the next words were spoken.

Be my girlfriend. They were words she had never expected to hear from the ginger-haired boy, and it took her a few seconds to truly register what had been said, for the words to sink in while all she could do was blink at him. The answer was an all too easy one, as Tati had never been a girl who was fickle, or who did not know what she wanted in life; she wanted Fiachra, that much was clear by now. And despite that small voice in her head, despite those alarms that had went off in her head the first time they had interacted, the small lioness smiled anyway, dimples showing in her cheeks as she nodded. ‘’Okay,’’ Tati breathed, all the fury and rage from before having left her voice as those were emotions she no longer felt, because in that moment, while looking at Fiachra and ignoring the rest of the world, she was truly happy. ‘’I’ll be your girlfriend.’’ And as if to affirm everything that had been said, as if to make sure there would be no more confusion or vague intentions, Tati’s small hands reached up to grab the collar of Fiachra’s shirt, pulling him closer to kiss him again.

@Fiachra McMahon

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