Sweet Stranger (RazorXReader)

FOUR

Since you were afraid of Sara finding out about the kiss marks, you decided to stay with Razor in his den for a while.

He was so happy when he first heard about that and immediately went out to hunt and find herbs for your wound again.

You decided to wash and clean the blankets by a river before cleaning his den from early morning to the evening. Miraculously, the blankets dried up nicely from the scorching sun and you placed them back in the den.

You looked for herbs Sara told you about to prepare the rabbit meat Razor caught earlier. You skinned the rabbit, butchered the meat and seasoned it on a stake.

It was a usual routine you would do at Good Hunter since butchering your own meat would make it way cheaper with the extra fur or skin to sell.

You crushed sweet flowers to sprinkle them on top for the last step and smiled. Seeing that Razor loved sweets so much, this would do.

You light up the camp fire in front of the den and roasted the rabbit meat over it.

The sun quickly set when you heard soft foot steps from behind.

"Sweet Stranger?" He called out.

You laughed out loud at his nickname for you. Calling you sweet stranger was the weirdest and cutest thing.

"You can call me by my name," You told him with a smile, scooting over and patting an empty space on the ground for him to sit.

"Name?" He tilted his head.

"Yes. My name is Y/n," You told him.

Razor sat down beside you, arm touching with yours. You happily received his presence beside you and handed him the roasted rabbit meat.

"I made this for you," You told him before telling the boy to eat it.

Razor took his first bite of your cooking and perked up. He looked at you and back at the meat before devouring it whole.

"Y/n delicious," He happily said, eyeing the other stakes of meat.

You chuckled quietly while you watched him eat meat after meat. This version of him really makes one think that he really were a wolf.

"How do you feel?" You gladly watched him eat.

"Happy," Razor exclaimed.

You raised your eyebrows before laughing again. He was your age but seeing him like this made you feel like taking care of a younger sibling.

Though you guessed that should not be the case. He did do some things to you earlier-

"Is Y/n alright?" Razor asked after finishing his last meal.

He watched your face grow red and was afraid you got sick.

"Oh no, I'm fine-"

Razor pressed his forehead against yours and frowned.

"Warm," He stood up.

Without pausing, he picked you up and carried you into his den, placing your body on the pile of clean blankets.

"Razor, I'm fine," You frustratedly said.

He didn't seem convinced but sat down obediently beside you.

"I was just blushing. Blushing also makes me feel warm," You explained.

"No hurt?" He asked again.

"No."

This time he was afraid to go against you after seeing yourself being so stubborn. He went out for a while to take a bath and cleaned the fire before going back into the den.

You watched him slowly as he placed a few leaves into the crystalfly lantern and went over to you.

Razor shyly looked away when he noticed you were staring at him. He went over to the blanket pile beside you and sat.

You sat up too before reaching both of your hands out to him. He realized what you were asking for and pulled you into his lap to hug.

Razor buried his face in your chest again and happily breathed in your scent.

"I want to know more about you," You suddenly said.

Razor tilted his head up to look at you and nodded. He started to tell you his tale. Being raised by wolves since he was an infant.

First time meeting humans and feeling confused. He felt an existential crisis because he did not know if he were wolf or human.

All he wanted to do was to take care of his pack safely out of danger, though recently the situation around Wolvendom has been more dangerous since hilichurls and weird mages appeared.

That's when you appeared. A weird human with a very sweet scent. He could not get you out of his mind. When he asked Andrius about it, the spirit god could only sigh and say, "One day you will meet your mate. A person you will build a pack with and care like Lupical."

You listened to him while resting your head on his shoulder, still siting on his lap comfortably. Razor spoke in broken words but you knew the meaning of every sentence he said.

"Mate," You thought out loud.

"Yes. Mate is Y/n," He pulled away from the embrace and said confidently.

"Wha- Me? I'm your mate?"