Legal Disclaimer: I own my stuff, but not the original source material. That belongs to whoever. Also, the opinions and interpretations I use here may not reflect the same in said whoever that owns the source material. Look, I'm just a poor college librarian. Suing me isn't going to get you anything but tears.

Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is a near sexual assault onscreen. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: I had to use a dialogue prompt. Don't make this too deep.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: In a Flash; Bucket Listing (Y); Old Shoes
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 04
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [23](yelp); Fantastic Beasts [121](Defending themself from an attack); Auction [D15-A1](Mounting Dialogue)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Divine Pairing)[Bingo (5C - Battle Couple)]; Chim [Loride] (Royal Purple); Fire (Spleen to Me); Garden [Mixed Bag](WC Less than 1K)
Representation(s): Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: n/a
Word Count: 737 words

(^^)
Hot & Easy
(^^)

"Hey, meggy," the burly man on the corner catcalled as Tandy walked by. His friends surrounded him, all laughing and just as drunk as the asshole. She was far enough away that they shouldn't be able to smell her scent, even if she hadn't also already been downwind. She huddled deeper in the hoodie that Ty and her kept trading between them. She just needed to get to their church where Ty was and then she'd be safe. "Hey, meggy! I'm talking to you! Don't be so cold!"

Tandy sped up her footsteps. With her heat starting, and unexpectedly at that, she needed to get to Ty. It would have been better if she could have holed up at her mother's and had Ty come to her, but that had gone out the window as soon as Tandy had gotten home and had spotted the open bottle of tequila her mother had been working on, having relapsed again. To make matters worse, Ty wasn't answering the burner phone Tandy had gotten him.

Bridget might have helped, but after so many years going from con to con, Tandy was uncomfortable calling a cop (even an omega female one) for help. It wouldn't be the first time that Tandy had needed to rush to the church due to a heat that broke through her suppressants. She knew what she needed to do in order to reduce the risk of someone succeeding at getting pushy about inviting themself to her heat.

And now she had her light daggers to boot.

"You know, I'm not usually into hunting," the knothead announced, stepping directly into her path, despite her clear intentions to ignore him, "but I'd love to catch you and mount you all over my house."

"That is a horrible pick up line," she commented dryly as she twisted the hoodie's sleeves around her fists. "You should actually be ashamed of yourself."

"You're in heat, little meggy," the knothead announced smugly. "I'm willing to help you with that, if you're a good little bitch."

"Oh, very original," she drawled. She tried to move around the alpha, only to find that she had been surrounded by his buddies while she had been focused on him. She trembled as her heat reacted to the proximity of an aroused alpha, however unwanted this particular one was. Shaking her head, she prepared to summon at least one dagger to defend herself. "You're also very fixated on my size. Are you compensatin' for something?"

"Why, you little—" He raised his hand as if to backhand her.

Tandy had been prepared to fight, had even launched herself from her instinctive crouch to do so. Only instead of colliding with her target, she had found herself enveloped completely in a very familiar darkness. When the shadows cleared, she was safely inside the church staring down at a kneeling Ty who was grinning at her with an expression of triumph.

It quickly faded into concern.

"Tandy," Ty whispered as he took in her summoned daggers and breathed in the growing scent of her heat. "Tandy, what's going on?"

"You would know if you ever answered your goddamn phone!"

"Tandy, you smell like you're going into heat."

"That's because I am, Sherlock!"

"But you can't be here if you're going into heat," he squeaked out. He looked frantic enough to have been hilarious if she hadn't been quite so annoyed with the world in general. She let her daggers go back to wherever it was that they come from in order to cross her arms in a parody of a hug. "You need to be nesting somewhere you feel safe!"

"That's here," she admitted pathetically. She refused to look at him. "That's you."

"Tandy," he repeated, sounding awed. She might have been a little more appreciative of just how much awe there was if she didn't feel like she was about to catch fire if she didn't get naked right then. God, she wished she had been recording things when she had started stripping in front of him, tossing aside her royal purple sundress. That choking yelp he made was beyond adorable. Poor little Catholic boy.

"Tandy, I don't know what to do," Ty said. "I've never done this before."

"That's okay," she assured him as they moved toward each other, drawn together as they always were. "We'll figure it out, just like we always do."

And they did.