WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM SO BABYGIRL,,,SOBBING

WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM SO BABYGIRL,,,SOBBING

Why such single target devotion to MC? Why did Harper walk into a stack of cans and go sprawling at first sight?

It’s cute but confusing how he went from antisocial to everyone (except Nonna) to complete goofy puppy dog obsession.

What changed so fast? Is it mental illness, limerence, attachment issues, some other trigger, or is he demi and experiencing romantic/sexual attraction for the very first time?

Little of Column A, little of Column B, personally I refer to it as being MCsexual uvu

Harper does have them good ol abandonment issues from being given up by his parents as a baby, and issues with the fear of being unwanted due to abuse from his Nonno as well

He loves MC, but they also feel very much like a security blanket for him, when they're around he feels like he can really be himself, like he can open up and come out of his shell

When he's away from MC those feelings go away and he feels like he's all alone and has to retreat into himself again

I just need Harper being a complete wild animal and turning my guts and brain to mush fucking me and claiming me as his to de-stress me

Yup

Harper upon reading this:

Silent Chase CWP Harper x MC

hi again im on a roll :))) this is supposed to showcase part of harper’s darker side, chasing after you (insert: try) running from him. He’s very upset you chose to run but also is very turned on,,,

Maybe i’ll do part 2? If it’s liked enough huehue

dedicated to @mama--sloth | @campwillowpeak and those with a hunting, predator/prey kink hehehe, this is my first time writing something like this so let’s hope it’s good. Also i gave him rings,,cause yea,, again sorry for more mistakes uwu i also realized i made the last one gender neutral but kinda forgot that cara mia is feminine oops, so no pet name in this one :((

The moon hung high in the black sky, casting a just barely visible glow over the forest. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. It wasn't very deep within the heart of the forest that a figure stumbled through the underbrush, fear etched onto their face. They could feel the breath of the chaser on their neck, pushing them forward, their heart pounding in their chest.

Thoughts ran wildly as they just narrowly missed a fallen tree on the ground, stumbling forward and grabbing the trunk of a still standing one. Course bark scratches their palms, digging into the skin while they allow a single moment of reprieve. Eyes darted in each and every direction, senses heightened, distant howls and rustle sent shivers down their spine. 

There was no birdsong, no soft vocals of brush animals. The forest seemed to close in on itself, gnarled branches grasping out for them, the mere height glowering down as if to mock them for thinking they could run from someone like him. A branch snaps distantly behind them, so out of place from the still woods. It’s him. He’s getting so much closer. Heart pounding in their ears and wishing desperately for survival as well as hoping to find some cover. They were so far from civilization, it was already an almost 8 hour drive from the city. There could be no hope of getting there before they were found. NO. They had to try, they HAD to try. 

Fuck, why couldn’t they have just ran down the one road that led to the camp, no that would’ve been too easy to be caught. Shoving themselves away from the tree, breaking into a sprint further away from the direction of the branch snapping, they could feel their energy waning and that’s exactly what he wanted. 

He was patient, incredibly so. For them he was at least. Metal clinks in the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing. Rings rubbing against the red and gold accented lighter. Fingers restless, he wanted to burn down the entirety of the forest if it meant finding them faster. Scoffing at the thought, his head shook. Nah, hunting them down was half of the fun. Mouth stretching wider when he noticed the shaking silhouette of his prey book it from behind a tree. Thanking whoever’s upstairs for his good vision. It’s dark, Harper knows that, and it’ll only continue to get darker as they are chased into the thickest part of the woods. 

He hums softly, all entirely too amused and excited by the little playdate his lover so graciously started with him. Passively moving along the forest floor, too casual for someone who’s currently on a chase. Mmm~ his thoughts become all too swamped with images of them covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Cobalt eyes buried under the jet black need his body is responding to. 

“Hah… I can’t wait to find you.” 

see, this doesn’t scare me away,,,though it should

Harper is so dorky and goofy so often it's hard to imagine him as feral 😭 my mans got layers 💅

Some old art to remind u all of feral Harper~

Family portrait :)