#Asher x Reader

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I'd love some Projects Blue head cannons, this game doesn't get enough attention. What kind of icecream do you think Asher likes?

✰ ice cream ✰

pairingミ☆ asher x reader word count ミ☆ tagsミ☆ ice cream date, asher's autistic (real!), fluffy

notes ミ☆ So I know it's just a hc about what kind of ice cream he likes, but like, I never get to write about Asher so you get more >:)

summary ミ☆ you and asher go on a little ice cream date <3

To actually answer your question: rocky road

I could not tell you why, I just think he does

BUT, in addition to that: here, have a little ice cream date hcs

he'd order for you if you asked him to

I wholeheartedly believe that if you're the type of person who can't talk in public or to strangers very well, he'd do it for you

he wouldn't even think about it if we're being honest

you'd ask him and he'd be like "oh sure, what do you want?"

no weird looks or hesitance

anyways

he doesn't like normal eye contact but he loves looking at you, so if you guys are eating your ice cream at a table together he'll end up looking pretty much anywhere that isn't your eyes

your forehead, your lips, your nose, even trailing down to your hands

kinda berates themself for it because they don't know if that's weird or not to do

if you're walking around somewhere, like a park, it's easier for them to avoid the eye contact

there's things to look around at as you two eat and talk

they can look at your face and eyes just fine if you're also taking in the scenery

he can't help but make little comments if something reminds him of a movie or animation he saw

he feels safe enough around you by now that that urge is hard to repress

(not that he genuinely wants to, he sees the way you smile when he talks about films and while he doesn't quite get why you care about his hobb- passion that much, he likes making you smile)

you get a bit of ice cream on your face and it's OVER

he'll tell you after a bit and, after your failed attempts to get it off, he'd lean over and kiss it off your face himself

and then pretend he's confused when you blush over it

"What's wrong? I was just trying to help, number 2 :>"

yes that emoticon is VERY needed to understand that man's tone

and yes, that nickname is entirely necessary

don't worry though, you get him back for it

just compliment him enough and run your fingers through his hair when you two finish eating and watch him get so red in the face

he'll blame the blush on the fact that his face is always red

to his credit, it is

to your credit, it's not always that red

I really don't think he'd offer his ice cream to you

but if you ask he'd probably find another spoon and offer you a small bite

they won't let you just kinda toss your trash anywhere and will actively go searching for a trash can to put it in

that's just their vibe to me

after you're both officially done eating your ice cream, they have no problem just holding your hand, walking and talking together

he's the type to rub circles into the back of your hand I just know he is

and also

if it's cold and you suggest it, holding hands in the pocket of his jacket <3

[lxdymoon0357]

Good day! I hope you're doing well

I got inspo from the latest chapters of The Villainess Reverse The Hourglass — How about the charas from TVRTH reacts if their kid with the reader from the future suddenly appears?

If you don't mind, i would want them to not have a relationship with reader at that point. Maybe just a slight crush or intrest but mo established relationships.

I hope this isn't too much, thank you in advance!

(A/N: Here Mielle accepted Aria into the Roscente family is in good terms with her, even after Aria finds her real father|| Couldn't do Lohan...)

The villainess reverses the hourglass X Reader:

I'll be with you in the future!!

The light glow of sun was hidden by the large, silk curtains as you and your best friend was sitting on their bed as you both did one of your favorite past-times, as you both continued to comment and talk about the recent trends in the society, there was a little knock on the door, as you got up and opened the door, there stood your dear friend’s most trusted servant, but they seemed to be accompanied by someone else behind them, it was a beautiful person with luscious hair and gleaming eyes, and somehow they looked similar to a certain person you know, but you just couldn’t place an idea upon how it could be….As you both invited them in, your friend’s servant informed you both about them being hurt in the palace grounds, and upon mention of your names it asked to stay with you. Now as you, your dear friend, and this person were sitting in their bedroom, in dead silence before……

Aria Roscente

“Uhm…Weird question, would you mind telling us who you are?” You heard Aria question the young girl, named Rosalie, who looked as she was only 13, the young girl immediately looked down before mumbling something you were able to somehow make out, “You both wouldn’t believe me….��, “Why wouldn’t we believe you, dear?” You asked the little girl who had long luscious blonde hair and big, calm (e/c) eyes…”Because well, I’m your future daughter…” You heard her reply, this is not what you were expecting, as you looked over at Aria, she didn’t seem shocked like you, instead she seemed upset about something, yet she replied with “Hmm, I was actually expecting this; she does look a lot like you and she is quite pretty like you, Y/N…” Aria said, sadness evident in her voice…

As you conversed with the girl, Aria heart kept sinking to the bottom, she realized that you will never choose her, even if she turns back the time again and again, as she looked over to the box where she kept her hourglass, she hoped to turn back the time where the girl never told you both she was your daughter, but Aria would still remember the painful detail of you having a destined lover who is not her.

Upon noticing the look on her face you also felt your heart breaking, you loved her dearly and you were also upset learning about your daughter, but what could you do? As you turned back to your daughter you inspected her closely trying to see if your lover was somebody you knew, you noticed her hair was long and wavy and she had sharper features .as you leaned closer to your daughter and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear while she talked, you saw a barely noticeable mole on her ear lobe, as you quickly whipped your head towards Aria, shocking both Rosalie and Aria at your action as you immediately stood up, holding your daughter’s hand before you sat her down near Aria and compared their features, leaning dangerously close to Aria’s face, making her flustered and flush into an adorable shade of pink.

Before, she could process anything, you put your palm and hid Rosalie’s eyes before kissing Aria right on her lips, catching both of them off-guard, as you pushed Rosalie’s face away and pointed towards the door indicating you wanted her out, she immediately got the hint covering you both from her view and running out the door, while you put both your arms on Aria’s waist and pulled her on your lap, while Aria was still frozen, not knowing how to act, as she slowly calmed down and kissed you back. You both continued to kiss, only pulling apart for millisecond intervals to let yourselves breathe before kissing again. Finally pulling apart for real, there was a string of drool connecting your mouths, as you gripped her chin to tilt her chin up to look at her face, all flushed pink with drool on her lips along with a love-sick look in her eyes. Aria felt immense embarrassment and again turned her eyes down before trying to shift off your lap, but your grip on her waist tightened and again brought her back to her previous position, as you called Rosalie in. 

While you conversed with Rosalie, along with Aria in your lap who was hiding her face by burying it in your neck, you confirmed with Rosalie that Aria was truly her mother and your wife in the future. As you three talked throughout the day getting to know each-other, you learnt that Rosalie was born a weak child and so you and Aria were quite protective of her, you both were very worried about her travelling back to the past, but later on agreed to let her do so, but she had to return by evening, so upon the time for Rosalie to leave, you were pretty sure Aria was crying a few tears as you reminded her that you will surely be seeing her again in the future….~

Mielle Roscente

“uhm…I know this is hard to believe and I ask of you to not freak out but I’m actually your child…” the young girl said, while closing her eyes and gripping her skirt tightly, while one hand is extended to show you a tiny bracelet given to you by your mother and you had never showed it to anyone. As you comprehended what the child had said and showed, you immediately stood up and sat down near her, and hugged her tightly, leaving Mielle shocked and to her own senses, as she comprehended what the girl said, this girl was your daughter?!

As Mielle looked at the girl’s features, she saw they were very similar to Aria’s, and her eyes were also green just like her’s and Aria’s, did-did you reject her and marry Aria in the future?....

‘No, it can’t be right, Aria knew I liked them and she still did this in the future? But why?.... We both are on good terms with each-other, though we don’t see each-other often, since she found her real father…..Can it be the reason for her betrayal……” Mielle kept thinking how Aria betrayed her, but there was still hope for her to still be friends with you, right? As she looked at you and your daughter, Rialiara, talk with each-other on what the future looks for you and your family, as she Mielle continued to cry on the inside with her dear sister taking her love away.

As you and Rialiara continued to talk about the future, you felt Mielle scoot closer to you and whisper in your ear "Hey..Can we talk..?" In a voice, which was laced with sadness. Of-course, you agreed, though before you asked Rialiara to go out, Mielle stood up and sat near her before stroking her hair and asking her, "Ria, dear..If it's okay, who's your mother?" Mielle asked, definitely upset about the outcome being her sister.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you both, but I honestly though you both are dating mom!" Rialiara bursted out, all smiling and beaming at you both, making Mielle immediately whip her head towards you and your daughter again and again, until she saw that your daughter's eyes weren't having a yellow tint Aria and her father had, but more of a blue tint, she had. Her hair was more straight than Aria and though they were the same colour as your hair, there was no denying it now that this girl was your and Mielle's daughter!

Mielle's eyes, which were holding back tears, now started flooding up with tears, as you and both of your mini version looked at her with worry seeing her tear up as you both put one of your hands on each one of the shoulders and scooted closer to her, as she looked at you both and smiled before engulfing you both in a tight hug. As you and your child hugged her back, Mielle realized that this is what her future is going to feel like...

Asterope Franz

"Uhm....If I'm not wrong, you're from the future....Right?" Asher suddenly asked the young, pre-teen boy, breaking the silence. The boy seemed shock for a moment before nodding as though he expected this. As you examined the boy more carefully trying to understand who was this person related to, as you get familiar vibes from him..

But you curious, you ask Asher, "How do you know he's from the future?"

"Oh, uhm a friend of mine has this talent for turning time and yeah...I saw him once when we accidentally went to the future.." Asher replied shyly as you nodded your head. "So who are you dear? Star from the beginning, please."

The boy nodded and introduced himself, "Uhm, I'm Elenoir, the prince of this empire, and..." The boy hesitated by looking at your smile, he continued "your son..." The boy blushed a bit before answering. Those words shocked you and Asher as your eyes widened and your mouth gaped a bit as you covered your mouth and tried to hide your surprise....

"WHAT?!" Asher and you both yelled in unison making the boy cover his ears and shy away giggling mischievously. As you both processed this news and as you brain's clogs finally work you both turned to look at each-other. As you moved your head with were met with Asher's face very close to you, your nose nearly touching as you both blushed heavily as you both froze up staring into each-other's eyes...

As you both broke out of your trance the boy was smiling at you both, so you asked him, "Now, my dear.Why are you here??" This sentence changed his mood completely as he looked guilty ..."I can't say these things to my parents, but I hope I can request you..."..He said hesitantly as you both slowly nodded your heads as he took a deep breathe.."I don't want to be the heir of the throne..." The little boy says, making you and Asher confused

"Huh, why??" Asher asked worriedly, panicking on the inside a bit, "Did I put too much pressure on you??" "Were you attacked?" "Do you hate being a royalty???" Asher and you asked questions after questions worried for the child, the child denied your thoughts as he says, "I'm the elder child, but I have a younger sister, who is younger than me by a few months, I'm the heir to the throne and I'm the one training to be the emperor...but I don't want to take up the responsibility to the throne, rather my sister wishes to be the heir, she says she is ready to take up responsibility of throne as the empress and would like to help her subject, so maybe if it's okay can you make her the heir???" Elenoir asked as he rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly worried and concerned for not only your answers but also because he seemed to care for his sister a lot.

"Of-course, that's completely fine!!" You and Asher say smiling yet non nonchalantly making Elenior perk up in surprise and happiness, "REALLY?! YOU BOTH MEAN IT!??!" You and Asher nodded your head, before you asked,

"Hey, but why are so afraid to ask your parents that you came back in time to us, who aren't in a relationship yet??" you ask making Elenior shy away in thoughts a bit before turning red with embarrassment

"Ah, the thing is you both praise how good of an emperor I would be, I kind of forgot how accepting you both are of me...I should go back, they must be getting worried about me gone and tell them about how I feel, thanks for the talk, younger mom and dad!!" Elenior said opening up a portal before hurriedly jumping through, but not before hugging you btoh tightly and kissing you cheeks, it was a cute moment.

Just before the portal closed, Elenior popped out again and gave you a photo, saying, "I think you'd like to see us, I'm Elenior Franz the eldest son, with my younger siblings, Orien, the middle sister with the angry face, Werin, the cute boy with the white strand in his hair and Reliaou, the youngest boy!! I should leave, bye!!!" Elenior say hurriedly explaining his family and his sibling before running and jumping through the portal again, as it closed completely behind him with a bright light.

With Elenior gone, you both looked at the photo of a more mature and elegant versions of you with Elenior near you, a pretty young girl with very long hair whose face made it look like she was angry, but ti was just her resting bitch face.

Then there was a boy who was the same age as her, but had a strand of white hair in his hair as he smiled, then a boy sitting on your lap. It was a cute family, but how should you and Asher look into each other's eyes after this, knowing you both are married and have FOUR kids?!

Oscar Fredrick

You, Oscar and the little boy stayed in the room in silence before the boy spoke up, "Uhm, so I'm your child from the future, please don't panic...." The little boy said freezing up and closing his eyes as the realization dawned upon you both...While you shyly introduced yourself to the child and vice versa, you learnt how you and your spouse were actually doing good, you learnt how good your son is doing as the heir fo the family, he has a elder sister always worrying and bullying him and is endearingly annoying to him, all while Oscar behind you felt his heart break into pieces...

He finally decided after a few minutes of silence with you and your son talking, except of you and your child talking, Quiren, as he was named. He had to confess to you to get rid of these feelings so he could move on and not live on the feeling of you never loving him and instead marrying someone else.

“Uhm...uh, dear Quiren, do you mind going out for a few minutes, I wanna have a important, secret talk with your parent for a few minutes…..” Oscar asked him, and Quiren upon seeing the look in his eyes, nodded and walked out the room and closed the door behind him, leaving you both in the room alone. As soon as the door shut, Oscar couldn’t hide his cries anymore. As soon as the door closed, you heard a tiny whimper, which held a lot of pain, you quickly whipped your head around to see Oscar holding his head low with tears streaming and falling on his lap and hands making tiny wet spot on his pants and hands as he continued bawl his eyes out as you shifted near him, you pulled him into a tight hug as he cried and babbled

"I'm sorry...I'm such a bad friend..." Oscar said wailing before hiccuping from his tears a bit

"I want you to be happy....But.." He took a huge breathe before brushsing his palms across his cheeks "I want you to be happy with me!" He said full on bursting into huge tears as you patted his back, still hugging him tightly as you tried to hide your blush and excitement, you didn't know who your husband was but it's not like it was too late, right??

You slowly pulled away from the tight hug and kissed his eyes and kissed his tears away as you smiled before hugging him and kissing his cheeks and lips,

"I think...You're the nicest person in the history of the universe...I don't care that I'm married to someone else in the future, right now, I want to be with you, you understand?!" You say smiling brightly as Oscar wiped his tears and giggled a bit as he nodded his head as he kissed your lips again, as someone said in a squeky voice,

"Dad, please! YOU CAN DO ALL THAT AFTER I LEAVE, NO??" Quiren said blushing as he covered his eyes with his hands cutely, you and Oscar giggled as you realized you both misunderstood, Quiren wasn't only your child, but he belonged to Oscar as well! You don't understand how you didn't realize those same gold eyes you loves so much on Quiren belonged to Oscar...But nonetheless, looks like you not only have one Oscar Fredrick but two in different fonts in the future!

[sleeellyus]

<I’m back, WITH ANOTHER ANOTHER ANOTHER VISUAL NOVELS THAT I JUST FOUND ON ITCH.IO!! Well, yes I will be writing stuffs about them as well.>

Project Blue.

Asher x Reader

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After you guys presentation being an absolute successful, you give him a big hug when the both of you got out of the classroom. Asher just chuckles how cute you’re being yourself right in front of him and he just being really pretty and handsome in front of you…gosh you could stare at him all day long, buuttt cannot get late for the date as well - you thought.

— Oui, Let’s head back to my house…I still want to watch a LOT of horror movies with youu.

— Yeah I bet you do number 2, can wait for you to jumped on my lap when you scream out loud lol~

— Whaa- don’t called me by that nickname…you know I will call you by that nickname once again.

— No you won’t…would you?…

— nnnNUMBER O-

— FINE FINE I YIELD.

— Yeah you should be, mwehehehhehehehe.

He stares at you for a good few minutes and left out a soft chuckles, his hand placing on your other cheek as he bend down to kiss your cheek gently while smiling brightly at the sight of your cheek turning into a great red tomato. Feeling slightly clingy, you nuzzled your cheek against his palm and…give it a gentle bite. Asher left out a confused chuckles while looking at you biting his palm, it doesn’t seem like he’s feeling discomfort of this…new love language that he’s experience with?

— Ow- what was that for??

— nomnomnom, just a way of mine to show you that I love you~

You said with a wink which make him blush intensely, then left out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

— You’re so annoying, but you are lucky that you’re cute.

Then he pulled you into a tight hug, letting his fingers running through your hair…the feeling is very warm and comfy, you don’t want to get out if this any sooner. But the both of you have a date to start with so…

— C’mon now Ash, let’s head to my house?

— Yes ma’am, as you wish.

Suddenly, you get on your tip toes and give him a peck on his cheek, that just make his heart feel flutter inside.

— Congratulations again about your film internship!

— Aw…thanks my dear…

With you arms wrapped around his left arm, the both of you begin to exit the building while chatting about the presentation that the both of you just finished happily. On the way to your house, the both of you guys stopped at the convenience store to buy some snacks for the movies datee, energy drinks, Soju, chips, Pocky…stuffs like that! And he just happily begins to telling you about the movie that he’s going to pick when it comes to his turns, you just nodding and smiling at him while listening to his words.

— I-I’m sorry, did I ramble again?…

— No no, keep going Ash, I would love to hear all of that.

Your words make him smile, he nodded and begin to talks about the movie once again that he’s sure will make you jumped or heck…even scream which makes you feel excited and scared at the same time.

<NOT THE END YET! BECAUSE I AM SIMPING OVER THIS MAN.>

[tempvstas]

"You were a wonderful experience."

Trey, DEUCE, Jack, Jade, Floyd, KALIM, Rook, Epel, LILIA, Silver

"You were....everything."

Riddle, CATER, Ace, LEONA, Ruggie, AZUL, Jamil, Vil, IDIA, MALLEUS, Sebek

[dododrawsnsfw]

I finally finished him! ^^ Uncensored version

As promised, a little blurb to go with this drawing:

Asher always got very impatient whenever you took too long to get back home. Especially when he’d been craving you all day, so what did he do? Grabbed your pillow (since your scent was the strongest there) and started humping it because he just missed you so much!

Your scent felt good, almost too good, to the point he overstimulated himself but without being able to come, his hips moved without rhythm and his whimpers poured through clenched teeth.

When you got back home 30 minutes later than usual, your phone had died so you couldn’t contact your boyfriend. To your surprise Asher wasn’t waiting by the door, ready to jump in your arms and kiss your entire face. You got worried he might not be feeling well, so you decided to search for him, although you didn’t get very far, since a few steps in you could hear noises coming from your shared bedroom.

The door was slightly open, in a way that granted you perfect vision of him humping your pillow, his precum smeared all over it (you’d have to wash it for sure after this) and more flowing out of the red tip of his cock with every clumsy thrust. His face was so lost in pleasure that his eyes were dazed, so much so that it took him some time to notice you, even after you opened the door and stepped inside. As he finally sees you, his hips thrust against the soft surface and he whines, his need for you amplified by your presence.

“Please, name…” he whimpers and his hips buckle as precum drizzle down his cock to the already soaked pillow “I can’t take it anymore, I need you”

[kiwii-11]

get a grip!

in which . . . darlin’ gets confronted by the shaw pack boys in their hopes of finding out more on their ‘budding interest’ with a certain southern vampire.

or . . . david, asher and milo, in older brother-like fashion, poke fun at tank for how flustered they get whenever sam is brought up.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them used, second person pov, some bland sex jokes, boys teasing darlin’/tank while they reject the idea, injury mention, obv set before the solstice w sam, a bit after david confronts tank and they have a pack meeting about it, they are also still a bit nervous about being back, mentions of high school shaw pack, darlin’!reader

“please get home safe. it’s a bit far to yours.” you say as you stand on the pavement.

“i always do, darlin’.” sam chuckles as he unlocks his car. you notice the way his eyes linger in you for a moment. “call me when mr shaw finds something out about quinn, okay? i’ll do the same.”

you nod your head and wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm. it was only 10pm and sam was just now leaving your apartment after you gave him the rundown of the pack meeting that happened yesterday. he would’ve stayed longer if it weren’t for a couple of newborns causing trouble back with the clan. you had told him the meeting was about further information on what they could do about quinn, and while you still felt uneasy about discussing it with your pack, you promised david.

you’re brought back to the present when you feel sam gently pat your shoulder. “can i give ya’ a hug?”

you’ve noticed him some sort of mother hen, always looking after people. he also always seems to know when you need the attention you didn’t know could be offered. you let out a short hum of confirmation.

he squeezes your gently around your shoulders as you loosely hold onto his torso. you feel relaxed, even though it was only for a second. you swear he can hear your heart thumping against your chest harder than any punch you could throw.

“i’ll come by on thursday to check up on you, alright? you have a good night, darlin’.” he says with a sweet smile. you almost falter.

“you too, sam.”

you watch as his car drives off into the direction of his house, to which you let out a sigh of relief. turning back to your apartment building, you stop when you notice a figure standing behind the tree nearby. you pause, trying to find some sort of reasoning for them to be hiding out this late. maybe a teenager trying to sneak back in? no, that wouldn’t make any sense, the windows can’t open wide enough to do that. they don’t smell familiar. you grow wary.

as you walk closer, the figure shivers and stills. it makes you only a bit more annoyed. who was this?

in a swift motion, you have them face first pressed against the concrete with your knee weighing down on their middle back. you keep an arm in your grip as you pull the hood off their head. “why the hell are you spy—?”

“ow, ow, ow, ow, surrender, surrender, i surrender!” you recognised that whiney voice and ruffled hair from anywhere.

you get up and pull the man up to his feet as well. “asher, what the fuck are you doing stalking my apartment building?” you grunt.

“i didn’t mean to!” the pack beta complains, rubbing his arm as he picks up the bag from the ground, “i—i tried calling you but you weren’t picking up! i found this game we gotta’ start playing, it looks totally sick!”

your brow twitches as you sigh, rubbing your forehead, “my phone’s charging in my room. and it’s late at night, what are you still doing up? and… why do you smell different?”

as you guide him into the building, asher trails behind with a wide smile. “well i couldn’t sleep, and i remember at the pack meeting yesterday you said you were fine, but then david told me after that you said you had a hard time falling asleep on days you don’t work, so i thought i could come over and we could play some.” he explains to you as you enter the elevator. “and this is my mate’s jacket. you’re probably picking up their scent.”

you nod your head as you rub your neck.

“oh, you gotta’ meet them at some point soon, they’ve been dying to get to know you! my mate has this whole dinner planned so you can meet all the other mates too!” he cheerfully informs you. if he was in his wolf form, he’d definitely be wagging his tail. “we’re all excited to have you back.”

you glance at him. asher is already looking back at you. the numbers on the elevator wall suddenly look so appealing. “thanks, ash.”

the doors open and you lead him into your apartment. he’s already here so you might as well play that game. as he sets it up on your console, you grab him a drink. it’s awkward for you as you sit and wait.

“by the way, who was that guy?” he suddenly asks as he hands you a controller.

you freeze. “what guy?”

asher laughs a little, “y’know, the guy you were just with outside. with the cowboy accent.” he blinks at you before he raises a brow. “wait, was he some booty call? damn, it’s not even midnight, you guys work fast—”

“he is not some—ugh, no, asher, that’s… that’s sam.” you admit to him.

he stares at you as you stare at the menu screen. “‘sam’? as in, the vampire who’s helping you?”

“yeah, i just wanted to talk to him about what was going on.” you say shortly.

asher nods his head as he goes through the instructions with you in quiet. the music from the game sound off at a low volume due to the time, but it’s a type of quiet that puts you at ease.

“so are you two fuckin’ or what?”

you slap his arm with furrowed brows. “get out of my apartment, asher.”

he begins to laugh a little, “what? c’mon, you gotta tell me! i didn’t know you had a thing for cowboys—”

“we’re not—god, asher…” you feel so embarrassed thinking about how he witnessed you and sam say ‘goodbye’. though it wasn’t even that bad, the implications he was making were wildly out of reach. “i don’t think of him like that.”

“oh really? ‘cause david said—”

“david’s a liar!”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

“i’m telling him you said that.”

you begin the game.

“don’t tell david i said that.”

he ended up leaving your apartment at 12am with a teasing grin and hopes to continue your game together.

a few days later, you had promised david that you would go on an afternoon jog with him since it was his day off and his mate was at work. he wanted a little tour around your block for a change, but you knew it was just so he could make sure the area was safe for you.

the park was deemed a good place to rest for a second and catch your breath. trailing behind david was definitely a workout. you hadn’t trained with him in years, subsequently forgetting that he lived and breathed the gym. while you weren’t any stranger to the idea, you more-so worked out at home in the spare room you turned into a home gym. it was nothing compared to david’s routine, though.

you had noticed that his scent had changed, just slightly. a new washing detergent, or something. when you commented on it, he claimed that his mate insists on doing their washing and changed the detergent they used. you say that it smells nice anyway.

“asher said you called me a liar last night.”

“that’s little…” you scowl as you tie your shoelaces, “he was just saying shit. and he dropped in on me at 10pm.”

“what were you guys talking about?” he asks as he opens his water bottle.

you’re hesitant to tell him and he notices. david already has an inkling on what you and sam were, but in truth there was no label to put on it. it didn’t matter what you felt, only what was true.

“just about the pack meeting,” you say at first but you notice david’s raised brow that makes your resolve crumble, “and sam…”

“so that’s it, then? what does that have to do with me being a liar?” he questions.

“you told him that sam was the one who told you about quinn and me being back,” you huff as you wipe the sweat off your forehead, “and now he thinks we’re—ugh…”

“sleeping together?” he finishes.

“yeah.” you huff.

“well, are you not?” he huffs back.

“no!” you scowl, standing back up with your arms crossed, “let’s just go now.”

“it doesn’t matter if you are,” david reiterates as he begins to jog behind you, “we couldn’t care less what you two do, just as long as it doesn’t endanger you or the pack.”

“we are not sleeping together,” you groan as you look back at the pack alpha, “sam just comes over and checks up on me or to tell me shit about quinn.”

“hm, is that so?” you see him begins to jog in line with you. his tone makes you squint your eyes at him. “he told me that he had to come over and save your ass once. bleeding out on the couch and everything.”

“only because i let him save me,” you state, “i could’ve healed myself.”

“we both know you’re about as good as asher when it comes to healing magic.” david claims. he dodges your heated glare. “you know i don’t think sam’s trouble.”

“i know, david…” you mumble under your breath.

he continues your jog without another word on it. you’re thankful; david at least had half the mind to notice when you were done with the conversation.

unfortunately, asher didn’t, which is why david holds you back from hitting him in the head when you two see not only the beta, but milo waiting outside your apartment building as well.

“a cowboy? really, tank?” milo grumbles with crossed arms.

“what’re you talking about, jersey boy?” you scoff back as you reluctantly let the three pack members into the apartment building, “what are you two doing here? again, asher?”

“hey, milo wants to see the southern vamp!” asher chuckles as the elevator door opens. before he can continue, david nudges his rib to shut him up, allowing your unempowered neighbours leave the elevator and make way for you four. in the safety of the elevator, he continues. “when is sam coming over again?”

“i’m not telling you! you’ll just drag these two back here to catch us!” you claim, already feeling a buzz of embarrassment in the air.

“doin’ what, huh?” milo nudges you gently with a sly smirk, “what do you two get up to?”

“nothing!” you claim.

“they hugged last night!” asher shakes your shoulders vigorously, to which david pries the beta’s hands off you. “can you believe it?”

“no fuckin’ way, he hugged you and got to keep his limbs?” milo laughs out as the doors open. they follow you to your apartment. you silently wondered what your neighbours thought about you letting four different men into your apartment at such different times. “goddamn, he’s got guts.”

the three of them had only seen your apartment a handful of times, but the older and youngest seemed to act like they had been there the whole time. your pantry is raided of your snacks and and your fridge rid of your drinks. david warned them to slow down.

“i’ve never seen anyone else get that close to you,” milo points out as he sips from a can, “you into him?”

“you guys are crazy,” you scoff as you shake your head and move passed milo to the fridge, “i’ve known him for like… three months.”

“david fell in love with his mate when he first met them.” asher juts a thumb out to their alpha, to which he grumbles under his breath. “it’s not bad if you’re into him.”

“i’m not.” you sigh as drink from your bottle of water.

“so how come you got that wretched piece of clothing sittin’ on your couch?” milo questions as he makes his way to the said place. he picks up the flannel by the collar with a judging look. “doesn’t smell like ya’. vamps have that certain kinda’ scent, don’t they?”

“tank, there’s nothing wrong with being… involved with sam,” david says again with crossed arms over his chest, “just be safe.”

“you’re taking this out of proportion,” you let our a dry laugh as you grab the flannel from milo’s hands and toss it onto the solo seat in the corner, “our relationship is purely transactional.”

“and by ‘transactional’, you mean—”

“ash, ew.”

“just admit to us that you like the cowboy vampire and we’ll be outta’ your hair.” asher giggles out with some schoolboy listening to gossip in the locker rooms. “i didn’t get a good look at him, though, is he sexy?”

“ash!” you grumble out in protest.

“remember the guy they had a crush on in high school?” david inputs from his seat at your counter, “the one from the band?”

“oh yeah!” milo joins in, “the drummer, right? he was pretty cute then, i remember tank gettin’ all flustered whenever he would invite them to watch their practice.”

“don’t even start.” you warn.

“and they accidentally shifted when he came up to us on our way to school!” asher’s voice makes you rush over to him and slam your fist against his back. “ow! and—and we had to tell him that they were the new school mascot!”

their laughter voids into the room, which makes you grow more aggravated. with a middle finger, you exit the area.

“i’m gonna’ take a shower and by the time i’m done, your mess is cleaned up and you are all out of here,” you huff as you turn away to your room, “thanks, david.”

“you’re welcome,” he replies, “let’s go, guys.”

you hear their whines to not leave until you shut your door and grab a towel. the shower you took definitely calmed your down a little more and refreshed you after your jog with david.

one of the reasons sam had visited you so often was also due to your injuries facing other vampires. your last wound, a deep scratch on the right side of your torso, was still yet to heal properly. you didn’t want to tell this to the others, though, that you weren’t fully healed. they would pry further and you weren’t fully ready to speak to them.

your shower finishes and you change into new clothes when you walk into your bedroom again, your phone ringing on your bedside table. walking over, you notice the three-lettered name.

“hello?”

“hey, sorry for the abrupt call,” sam’s voice comes through your device, making you stand up a little straighter, “i tried textin’, but i wasn’t gettin’ any answers. i’m outside your apartment, darlin’.”

“you’re what?” you jump into action, rushing out your bedroom into the kitchen and living room area. luckily, you’re met with silence and no sign of the boys. the sun had just gone down; did he come over as soon as he could?

“yeah, i’m outside. you didn’t hear me knock?” sam asks.

“i was in the shower, i’ll let you in.” you hang up immediately and, using your towel, try to shake out the rest of the water from your head. you prayed to whoever that the boys had left as soon as you got into the shower, and they didn’t bump into sam. taking a deep breath, you open the door with your towel around your neck. “hi.”

“hey, darlin’,” sam chimes with the same smile as always; you’d think he was trained for this, “sorry ‘bout all this.”

“oh, no it’s fine,” you wave it off and let him inside, “what were you here for?”

“to drop these off for ya’,” he says and he places a couple of medicine pills and supplies on the counter, “for the one on your side. hopefully it’ll help it heal better.”

you look at each of the items. “oh, um, thank you.” you sheepishly say.

“do you mind if i… take a quick look?” he worriedly mutters out.

no matter how many times he asks, you always get a bit heated up. you clear your throat and sit on the counter seats, gently lifting up the side of your loose shirt.

you hear sam inhale sharply at the sight. he warns you about his touch, to which you allow. “it’s still bad, but… it’s definitely gettin’ better.”

“you think so?” you mutter out.

“yep,” he says, tugging your shirt back down to cover it up, “still as strong as ever, ain’t ya’?”

you let out a small chuckle before sam begins to go through what each item does for your health. while only half listening, you can only stare at him and the crease of his brows as he explains everything. sure enough, he was in a flannel and some jeans. you begin to think about asher’s question from earlier. did you find him attractive?

“you listenin’, darlin’?” he speaks up, snapping you out of your trance.

“huh? oh yeah, i was,” you falsely state, “thank you.”

“mhm.” he huns with a knowing smile. it falters for a moment before he looks to the wall by the tv. “you hear that?”

“hear what?” you stand again and tilt your head. “i didn’t hear anything. it’s probably my neighbour’s cat rummaging around. i hear it sometimes at night.”

“huh. okay.” sam shrugs it off as what you said. his sense of hearing was impressive, as you’ve noted since that time he heard you let out a sharp gasp after trying to replace some bloodies bandages on your own while he was in the kitchen. “what did you get up to today?”

“went on a jog with david,” you say, to which sam immediately stands up straight, “got some paperwork to get through, like contracting and some stuff. that’s about it. you?”

“one of the newborns is still hesitant on feeding, as you’d expect. vincent and i are tryna’ ease ‘em through it, but it takes a toll, y’know?” he claims as he rubs his neck, “the thought if you came to mind when i passed the infirmary. just imagined that you’d need some more help with that one.”

you find his words to be like honey. sweetens your bitter taste, but in a different way to everyone else.

“that’s kind of you. oh that reminds me, you left your shirt here,” you claim as you walk to the couch to retrieve it, but you find nothing, “huh… i must’ve misplaced it.”

“it’s fine, i’ll get it another day.” he waves his hand dismissively.

“did you want a drink or something?” you offer with a small smile, “gotta’ warn you, though, no tennessee whiskey.”

“hardy har, that’s a good song and you know it,” he rolls his eyes at your joke and he shakes his head, “i’d love to stay, but vincent needs some help with surveillance at wonderworld. we’re hoping to not catch another shifter tryna’ get into trouble.”

“oh, so now you’re funny?” you laugh along with him as you escort him to the door, “see you on thursday, then.”

“yes, til then.” he hums out sweetly to you. as he stands in the door way, he reaches out to grab the towel and wipe some water droplets off your cheek. “rest easy, darlin’. wanna’ see your face on thursday.”

his smile is the last thing you see as he walks off into the elevator, waving at you, and you close the door. leaning your head against the wood, you groan quietly to yourself.

and after a few seconds, you sigh, “shit…”

then, out bursts asher and milo from the coats closet beside you.

“I KNEW IT!” asher screams so loud that you nearly sock him in the face before realising it was him, “YOU HAVE A THING FOR ERRON BLACK!”

“don’t call him that, ash, he’s not a game character,” david groans from around the corner, the hallway to your room, “can’t believe you can stand to not talk for that long.”

“i can’t believe they were so obviously swoonin’ over the southerner but won’t admit it,” milo chimes in with his hands on his hips, “so that’s the vamp that’s got ya’ in a headlock, huh? could probably smell the desperation on ya’.”

he waves the flannel in your face, to which you snatch out of his hands and put on the couch again. “i thought i told you guys to get out.”

“milo’s right, who knew the guy had charms like that? got ol’ tank leaning against the door like ‘oh my goodness, he’s so handsome and sexy and his accent, ah!’.” asher over exaggerates your vocal tone. you have to hold yourself back from shifting and tearing his head off. “so dramatic.”

“you’re dramatic.” you scowl in embarrassment.

“alright, that’s enough,” david waves his hands between the both of you, “let’s leave tank alone. they have their own feelings to sort out.”

“there’s nothin’ to ‘sort out’, they definitely like him!” milo claims as he’s getting ushered out the door with asher not too far behind, complaining the same, “this ain’t over, tank! i wanna’ know this guy’s wardrobe!”

“tell us all the hot details, ha!” asher’s last words makes you cover your face in your hands. so annoying!

“hey,” david’s calm demeanour pulls through, “take your time with it. you know you’re allowed to do these kinda’ things.”

he gives you a short ruffle on the head before he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

you’re left with your own thoughts again. and the overwhelming feeling of asher finally being right about something first.

you were most definitely into that cowboy vampire.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere! Doctor x Reader

If you were to ask who the best doctor in the country was, you’d undoubtedly be told that it is Dr. Asher Peyton. A brilliant mind with brilliant physical prowess simply cannot be beat. However, unfortunately, Dr. Asher Peyton is… a commoner. He’d been lucky enough to be granted the humble title of Baron due to his abilities, but it’s quite difficult for nobles to rid themselves of their prejudice about his lowly birth status. 

It’s truly ridiculous, Dr. Peyton thinks – if he cut those pesky nobles open, it’ll be quite clear that they bleed red just like he does. Societal status means little in the face of illness and death.

Despite his disdain for nobility, he has no choice but to act like an obedient dog for them. It’s the only way he’ll be able to continue being a doctor, after all. He has no choice, really, but to put on his charming smile and speak with his silver tongue.

Dr. Peyton had resigned to his unfortunate fate of being the nobility’s lapdog for the rest of his life, unable to see any way to claw out from the trenches of his low social status. However, somehow, you had managed to reach out and pull him out of his wretched fate.

You are the heir of the Arrington Estate, a ducal house that has been a long-standing ally of the king. You’re the last person Dr. Peyton had expected to reach out, but he’s very grateful you did. You saw beyond his status as a commoner, instead granting him the privilege of being the Arrington’s personal doctor. In fact, you even gave him a room just so that he could conduct his experiments! That’s a privilege he never thought he’d get. And you did this all in spite of your Father’s disagreements.

Amazing, spectacular, fantastic – oh, you’re just absolutely perfect. You believe in him, in his abilities, in his future! How could he not fall so madly in love with you?

So, when the Head Butler of the Arrington Estate, Geoffrey Cullen, had offered Dr. Peyton a way to repay you by ensuring that you’ll be the head of the Arrington Estate, of course Dr. Peyton agreed! While Dr. Peyton would prefer to have you all to himself, he knows that that isn’t possible currently – not in this current society, anyway. But at least he can be by your side, supporting you and protecting you. 

Dr. Peyton’s never been afraid to get his hands dirty. He’s had to get his hands dirty over and over again – it’s the only way he’d been able to survive thus far. So when your Father begins to grow ill due to his poisoned tea, Dr. Peyton finds it quite easy to diagnose your Father with some disease while completely ignoring any signs of poisoning. It isn’t as if anyone will be able to doubt him as long as he keeps the illusion that he’s doing everything he can to cure your Father. How fortunate, isn't it?

As Dr. Peyton mixes another dose of poison for Geoffrey to use, he can’t help but hum a little tune to himself, a smile on his face. Yes, Dr. Peyton has never been afraid of getting his hands dirty. And for you?

Oh, he’d dye his hands in the blood of your enemies over and over again.

[freedomfireflies]

any chance we can get asher back for mine!harry blurb? i miss my pookie :(

Summary: The one where you're not feeling so hot and Harry and Asher just want to help.

Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warning: 18+, very brief smut, very brief daddy kink, lots of fluff, not suitable for Ramadan!

“That’s it…good. Take it…fucking take me, mama.”

With every thrust and drive of Harry's hips, you can’t help but whimper. Nails scratching down his broad back while his nose dances along your cheek. You feel whole. Connected. In tune to his pleasure as you tighten your legs around his hips and kiss him.

“So fucking wet, sugar,” he exhales. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in fast, determined circles. “S’it feel good? My baby’s cunny just needed some attention, hm? Needed me to fill her up?”

You nod—about the only coherent response you can offer—and melt into the feel of his mouth moving to your chest. It feels good. This is what you needed. You’ve missed him. And you needed someone to scratch this itch and make things right again.

And then, a throat clears.

Not yours. Not Harry’s.

Asher’s.

He’s standing in the doorway to the bedroom, watching. His kind eyes are now suspicious and deviant. And he’s not looking at Harry. He’s looking at you.

And you know why.

Harry doesn’t mind the audience. He continues, strong hands cemented to your hips as he tugs you up in order to get a better angle. “You all right, Ash?” he calls.

Asher raises his chin. “Tell him,” he says to you. Resolute. Unwavering in a way that suggests he won't be letting this go.

You hesitate, stomach dropping as the threat of punishment hangs heavy in the air. 

Harry smirks. “Tell me what?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you whisper before shooting a pointed look toward the door. “Nothing.”

“Sweetheart,” Asher warns, crossing his arms before leaning against the frame. “It’ll be worse if I have to tell him.”

Now Harry seems to understand and begins to slow his thrusts, offering you a curious expression meant to calm you. “What’s wrong, mama?”

You chew on your lip. You don’t want to tell him. You want this and you attempt to clench around his cock in order to get him to continue.

He smiles.

“She had a fever this morning,” Asher finally says and you bite back a groan. “She’s been dizzy all day and nearly fainted earlier. I told her to stay in bed and rest. Not do anything too strenuous. But I have a feeling she didn’t mention that to you.”

Harry’s grin instantly fades into disappointment and you know, undoubtedly, that you’re in rather big trouble now. 

The one thing they prioritize more than anything is your health and safety.

“Sugar,” Harry starts, and you feel your heart skip, “are you not feeling well?”

You squirm beneath him. “I’m…I’m fine. I’m okay to do this—”

“Were you sick this morning?”

“…I was just…I mean, maybe a little, but—”

“Did you know you were going against Asher’s request when you begged me to fuck you?” he says firmly, and your skin feels like it’s on fire. You hate upsetting him. “Were you purposefully disobeying him?”

Shit, shit, shit. “I…I wasn’t trying to, I just…I missed you.”

And it’s the truth. You have missed him. You weren’t trying to be defiant, but you love Harry and you wanted to feel him. And you figured an orgasm could be just what the doctor ordered. 

His features soften now as he dips down to kiss your nose. “I know, mama. I’ve missed you, too. But you know better than to disobey, don’t you?”

Regretfully, you nod.

“Then, I’m gonna ask you a question and I expect the truth. Is that understood?”

Another nod.

“Are you unwell right now? Do you feel tired or feverish or even the slightest bit uncomfortable?”

You could lie. You could tell him that you’ve been fucked back to health. That you rested and now you’re replenished.

But he’d know. And you’d know. And Asher would know.

So, you thread your fingers through his curls and whisper, “I’m…a little tired. And sore."

His expression falls. He’s gutted to know you're in pain but proud of you for finally admitting it. “Good girl,” he says before he kisses your cheek and begins to pull out. “All right then. Are you gonna let us take care of you now? The right way?”

Almost begrudgingly, you nod once again and melt into the mattress as he and Asher discuss the best way to help.

They run you a bath and help carry you to the tub. Harry joins you in the warm water and pulls you between his legs so he can sweep a washcloth up and down your clammy skin. Helping you feel clean and calm.

And when you're through, Asher is there with a big, fluffy towel to wrap you up in. Drying you off gently before bringing you back to bed and kissing your temple sweetly while tucking you beneath the covers.

“Thank you,” you say faintly as he runs his thumb over your cheek. “Even though you’re a snitch.”

He laughs. “Mhm. And I’d do it again.”

With that, he leaves you and Harry alone for the evening, something Harry is more than all right with.

He crawls into bed beside you, quickly pulling you to his chest before taking your temperature and offering you medicine and water. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish,” you whisper as he’s turning out the light.

However, even in the dark, you can anticipate his frown. “Sugar…finishing is not the goal for me. You know that. I like to finish with you, but I don’t fuck you for that. I fuck you because I love you. I want to be close to you. I want to feel you and make you finish.”

You run your fingers down his chest and sigh. “I know, I just…I like when you do. I like that I can do that for you.”

You feel his lips brush across your forehead before he’s wrapping you between his arms. “I know, mama. I’ll make you a deal. Once you’re well again, I’ll fuck you as many times as you want. Make you cum over and over and over again. Until you’re all sensitive and overstimulated.”

You grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And you’ll take it, won’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” He chuckles before there’s a long, silent lull. “I love you. You know that?”

Your heart just about explodes out of your chest. “I love you, too.”

“Good.” Another kiss. Soft. Gentle. “Horny little thing. Even got Asher to tell on you.”

“I know,” you laugh. “I was kind of surprised. But to be fair, I didn’t really disobey him. I was on bed rest. We were doing missionary, and you were doing all the work. All I had to do was lay there.”

Harry laughs and the sound is beautiful. “And you’re sneaky, too, hm?”

“Hey, an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.”

“All right, that’s enough out of you. Go to sleep, yeah?” He pinches your hip. “We’ll discuss this when you’re better. But something tells me Asher won’t be so willing to let you off the hook.”

You smile.

“Good.”

Okay fine I missed Asher, too 😭 HE IS CUTE WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!!

~ Mine Masterlist

~ Main Masterlist

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[supercap2319]

Freddy's eyes glinted with mischief as he looked at Billy and Y/N. "So, Billy? When you transform into Shazam, does Y/N call you 'Daddy?'"Billy's eyes widen, and he quickly glances at Y/N, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He clears his throat awkwardly. "That's a bit personal, don't you think?"

Freddy notices Y/N blushing and smirks, his voice lowering to a playful whisper. "Well, well... It looks like someone's got a little daddy kink, huh Y/N?"

"Shut up, Freddy." Billy said.

"Yeah, Daddy, you tell him." Y/N said.

[ashurzs]

“kang minjun..” “hm?” you flinch, not expecting your bestfriend to just be right there behind you. you swear he wasn’t there before! “wha- where did you come from..?” “i was at the vending machine over there-“

he points somewhere, then twirling his finger as he shrugs. “somewhere over there.. anyways here” he hands you a drink. “ooh apple juice, thanks!”

he watches you silently as you open it and drink it, capping it and reaching into the bag that rested on one shoulder. “here wait i’ll pay you bac-“ “no”

“eh?” you look up at him, eyes so big and doe with your hand still in your bag. you see him smirk, then it turns into a smile and a cough. “yeah it’s fine”

“..whatever kat..”

“kang”

“autocorrect says otherwise!”

it was years ago when this happened, back in middle school. but for some reason when you’d type out minjun’s full name, it would turn into kat minjun. and he is a cat person, you’ve met layla before she’s a sweetheart !

“that was years ago..”

“n has that stopped me from calling you kat?”

he rolls his eyes, flicking his tongue. “whatever.”

“m-minjun.!” you whine out, arching your back while you claw at the messed up bedsheets. “g-gonna.!”

“what, already?” he pouts, stopping his harsh thrusts watching as you twitch. “wha.. why’d you..?” you’re red, you just know it with how warm your face feels.

he coos mockingly as he hears you sniffle and wipe the stray tears that fall from your eyes. “why’s my baby cryin’ now huh?”

you don’t answer, too embarrassed to say anything.

“guess i gotta fuck you to help you speak up huh?” he gives a small peck on your lips, a huge contradiction from the harsh thrust inside he does. “fuuck.!”

you drag out your moans as he pins over you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls something you could get addicted on. and it

“shows with how loud you’re moaning..”

“huh.?” you blink out of your trance, doe eyes glistening as you look up at the raven haired male.

“what, dick too good you can’t focus on me?” his sentence goes in one ear and out the other, but you can note how his lip piercing adorning his face nicely.

you hear a chuckle, but you don’t laugh. instead you arch your back into him. your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him into a messy kiss.

who’s he to deny such a sweet act hm? he kisses you back with a smile in between, his hips changing between thrusting and just grinding. but when he does grind, he notices that you get more whiny and squeeze your eyes tighter together.

“n-no.. no grinding,,!” he feels you tighten around him, drool escaping your mouth as you blabber on about not wanting him to grind. “please.. junn.. don’t wanna cum like thatt..”

“what, you embarrassed?” he says, raising an eyebrow at your lewd face. "looks like you're enjoyin it.."

"noo.!" you retort immediately, shaking your head. your eyes are still shut, but after a few seconds of silence and no movements you're forced to open to them.

you felt fingers grab and squish your cheek, his grip digging into the bones. your first response is to try and get his hands off, but he just squints at you disprovingly. "you'll take what i give you, unless you don't want anything at all?"

you shake your head slowly, pouting to the best of your ability. your mouth hurts with his tight grip, but you can't speak up. "good boy.. my good lil puppy..~"

was this jus an excuse to post AND give his name? maybe! :3

[bullet-prooflove]

First: Hannah Asher x Reader (feat: Dean Archer)

Tagging: @kmc1989

You’re Hannah’s first.

Her first girlfriend, her first love.

Everyone before you didn’t quite seem to fit but you do, you fit into her life seamlessly as if you were always meant to be there. Nestled in her bed as the early morning sun streams through the windows, in her kitchen wearing an old t-shirt that says ‘Girl’s Do it Better’, in her shower, touching her, tasting her…

She’s never known anything like the joy she feels with you, the happiness that blossoms in her chest when she catches your eye across the room.

“That’s what it’s like when you find the right person.” Dean Archer tells her over lunch in the café. “That’s what it was like when I found Isobel, she was this missing piece that just seemed to make the world make sense. There was no logic behind it, no science, just this feeling of coming home whenever I was around her. I could be myself, my true self and she loved me for it.”

“It’s like that with Aubrey.” Hannah says, using her fork to spear her salad. “It’s good, it’s so good that I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“I’ve been there.” Dean chuckles, picking at his own food. “But let me tell you a secret, there is no other shoe. This feeling, it’ll pass I promise you, you just need to sit back and enjoy the moment, allow yourself to believe you deserve good things.”

“I do deserve good things.” Hannah says, testing the words on her tongue. They feel foreign after all the things she’s had to make up for with her addiction but there’s an honesty to them, a truth that runs underneath the surface as she says them.

“You do.” Dean assures her, before his gaze snags on something over her shoulder. “And that’s why I’m going to bail on this conversation and give you a little alone time with your girlfriend because I am an excellent wingman.”

“I don’t know if it counts if I already got the girl.” Hannah informs him as he packs up his lunch and pushes away from the table.

“Still counts.” He calls before he heads back towards the elevators, still eating his sweet chilli wrap.

“I hope I didn’t scare him off.” You say as you slip into Dean’s seat. You look exhausted, there’s dark circles underneath your eyes from a couple of days of double shifts and you’re doing that thing where you stretch your back a little, trying to relieve the tension between your shoulder blades.

“No, he just knows we haven’t spent much time together recently so he wanted to give us a little privacy.” Hannah tells you, pushing the small red velvet cupcake towards you. “I got you this, I thought you could do with the sugar rush.”

“You are a god send.” You tell her, your face lighting up as you peel away the paper base. “It’s been back to back trauma surgeries for the past twenty four hours, there was a bus crash and then a building collapse. It’s been keeping me and Jimmy Lanik very busy.”

“You’re taking care of yourself right?” Hannah asks, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “Staying hydrated, getting off your feet?”

“It’s sweet how much you worry about me.” You murmur, clasping her hand against your cheek, your lips brushing over the hollow of her wrist. “I promise the last couple of hours of my shift will be filling out forms in the Doctor’s Lounge before I head home and sink into a hot bath.”

“Sounds perfect.” Hannah tells you, propping her chin up on her hand as she reviews you.

Even after back to back shifts you are still the most stunning person she’s laid eyes on. Pretty, accomplished and fun, so absolutely silly that Hannah can’t help but laugh when she’s in your presence even on those dark days, the ones where sometimes her patents don’t make it.

“Only if you join me.” You tease, your attention returning to devouring the cupcake, you pick off a piece before popping it into your mouth and the happiness in your features, it makes Hannah smile. “A beautiful woman, some bubbles and candles to set the ambiance, I think that could go a long way to helping me relax.”

“Sounds like just what the doctor ordered.” Hannah says before she leans across the table and kisses you on the mouth. You taste like frosting, like sweetness and sunshine and it takes everything in her to pull away when her phone chimes, signalling the end of her lunch break. “Now I gotta go but you’d better be in that bath when I get home otherwise they’ll be reprisals.”

“Oh, naughty Doctor Asher, I like it.”

“Of course you do.” Hannah laughs, rolling her eyes as she steps away. “I meant what I said Aubrey, you’d better be in the bath when I get home.”

“I will.” You promise with a contented sigh, your eyes lingering on that cute ass of hers as she walks way. “Trust me I will.”

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

𝐇𝐏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

"(𝘕𝘰𝘵) 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵" - 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳!𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘕𝘠𝘌 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘴’ 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦. (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 + 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 - 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘒+

"𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨" - 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳!𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳!r𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳. (𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.7𝘒 +

"𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴" - 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 - 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. (𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧/𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧/𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧/𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 920+

𝐃𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

"𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴" - 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘹 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 + 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 820 +

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘭’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩.” - 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴. (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦,𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 850 +

"𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴" - 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘹 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵-𝘪𝘴𝘩)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 850 +

"𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰" - 𝘠𝘑!𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴' 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺. (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧)

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.4𝘒 +

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘏𝘊𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘏𝘊𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 - 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

"𝘓𝘢𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯" - 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 5 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴?

𝘚𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 3, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘢. (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧)

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Your hand in my hand~

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"I could never choose to love another."

RIDDLE, Ace, DEUCE, Ruggie, Jack, AZUL, Floyd, KALIM, ROOK, Epel, MALLEUS, LILIA, Sebek

"Maybe one day I could learn to love you too."

CATER, Trey, LEONA, Jade, JAMIL, Vil, IDIA, Silver

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Made a mini comic with Asher x reader. When he's jealous he gets pouty lol he's been on my mind these days, I should make a profile post for him

Bonus sketch of upset Asher, bc I like it:

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talking about shifted! shaw pack tails . . .

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, david x angel, asher x babe, milo x sweetheart, darlin’ x sam

david is stoic when he’s in his wolf form. angel can’t really tell what he’s thinking since he has no tells, even in his human form. david’s an observer, he won’t make a move unless necessary. angel’s got big scary dog privileges, you could say.

however, one of the only times anyone has ever seen the alpha break his facade, was during the first solstice that angel attended. while they were nervous about not embarrassing david, he was just touched that they came to it at all. after the pack run, he trotted up to them in his wolf form and nudged their palm with his snout. angel likes to scratch behind his ear, and david enjoys that a lot.

angel didn’t even notice how ferociously his tail was wagging behind him as he sat in front of them. sweetheart is now sworn to secrecy due to being the only one who witnessed the alpha’s burst of happiness.

asher, unsurprisingly, isn’t as calculated as his alpha. he uses his wolf form as if it was nothing, shifting every moment he deemed necessary (often). babe sees him in that form more than enough times to know how his footsteps sound when he’s shifted. asher also likes leaving his shedding fur on the couch, much to babe’s chagrin.

his tail wags the most of out all the four main shaw pack members. he’s always upbeat and the smile he has on his face is infectious. babe often finds asher’s tail wagging when they’re on the couch cuddling. he likes being in his wolf form so he can curl up on top of them and lay his head on their chest, or on their lap for head scratches.

he’s just always happy to be around babe, and his wolf form expresses that enough. they can feel asher’s tail hitting their leg, or hear it swatting against the couch cushion. he also gives his mate the most kisses too; babe has to hold him at arms length to make his stop.

milo learns to love his wolf form and attempts to be in it more often so he can grow more confident. sweetheart encourages this and thinks his wolf form is really cool because they like his coat. milo prides himself on always maintaining good hygiene in both his forms, too.

he gets a bit embarrassed, but his tail tends to move back and forth a lot when sweetheart is sat in front of him picking out the small twigs and other pieces of nature from his fur. they know that milo can do it himself, but they like to take the time to tend to milo. he tries to stand still, but he can feel his tail moving at the speed of light behind him. when sweetheart noticed, they tease him a little, to which he lets out a small huff at.

he just enjoys having sweetheart close, in general, and to see them show such care for him in his wolf form as well makes his heartbeat quicken. if sweetheart ever offers to brush him, he’ll accidentally let out a bark of happiness.

sam has seen darlin’ in their wolf form a handful of times now. he thinks that it’s utterly impressive the way that they can use their form to their advantage in every fight. however, he doesn’t enjoy the aftermath where darlin’ is bleeding and scratched up. they claim they can feel their injuries ‘more’ when they aren’t shifted, so sam knows something is up when they don’t immediately return to their human form after a fight.

he noticed their tail wag when he’s got their head on his lap and he’s cleaning them up. his healing magic worked just as well in this form, and darlin’ was able to sit still like that. sam will never let them know it’s because their tail is doing all the moving for them; he’s just glad that they’re letting him heal them at all.

darlin’ likes being in touch with sam, it calms them down and makes them happy, as obvious as it was. they’ll lay on his lap for hours whilst he heals them, their tail waving against the couch or the bed. they’re so comfortable that they don’t even notice. sam never mentions it at all in hopes that darlin’ will let him see this form again. he just wants them to feel safe around him.

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Fortis 1.1

Warnings: language, sexual content, violence (moderate to heavy – death, fighting, battles), substance use (mild?), other- (loss of loved ones, chronic illness, depression, migraines), mentions of suicide or suicidal thoughts or actions

(these warnings are for the series/all parts of this story)

Word Count: 2200+

Bria Sorrengail is forced into Basgiath by her mother. Bria wanted nothing to do with the Riders Quadrant or dragons or fighting and killing.

(OC x ?, undecided yet) (she makes friends though, so plenty of platonic relationships. Also a few OC's, Bria is Xaden and Garricks age, and enters the riders quadrant when they do.) I only only the OC's, Rebecca Yarros owns everything else.

Part One Part Two

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It wasn’t meant to be like this.

That’s what I had told my mother. But she knew that. Of course, she did. She didn’t care though. What she wanted she got. Her word was law, in our family and in Basgiath War College. Mom bent slightly to sign my name on an empty line on the roll after I just stood and stared at it.

“General Sorrengail.” Both Captain Fitzgibbons and the riders manning the table come to attention. Showing their commander, the proper level of deference her years of service and title had earned her.

“Captain.” Mom gives the slightest tip of her head, her eyes glancing my way a moment, “Bria Sorrengail.”

They eyed me.

“Looks like we’re down to the last one.” Captain Fitzgibbons says, giving a half smile. “You know the way General.”

Mom gives me a look to go first, and I do. There was no fighting this. The battle had already been lost. I was going to be a rider, or dead. We move in silence to the tunnel of stairs that would take us to the parapet. I don’t think Mom was supposed to come up the stairs with me, but she was the General. So, no one stopped us as we ascended the two hundred and fifty steps.

At the top, it was quiet and empty. Captain Fitzgibbons had been right, there was one person crossing the parapet and no other candidates. Just three riders two men and a woman, all in rider black. Their ranks showed them as second years.

“Cadets.” Mom greets, her voice steely, eyes narrowing in on them. They all stood at attention too. So stiff I almost rolled my eyes.

“General.”

Mom waits expectantly for me, they do as well. Waiting for my name, and probably a chance to get the hell away from my mom. Not that I could blame them. The burning rage nipped at the edges of the numbness that had overtaken my body.

“Bria Sorrengail.” I tell the second year with the roll and pen.

She was painfully familiar, even though I hadn’t seen her in years. Cara Tauri. We had been close enough when my mother had been stationed in Calldyr. Only being a year apart, we had gotten into our fair share of trouble together. Her royal green eyes gave no indication of her thoughts on my presence here, though the slightest bit of surprise tugged small lines into her face. Cara wrote my name and each of the second years backed away.

Mom ignored them, turning to me, she didn’t touch me, just looked down with that unreadable all-knowing expression only she could maintain. One she had perfected since my brother’s death a few years ago. “You are a Sorrengail.” She said it as though it meant something.

To me, right now, it meant nothing.

I couldn’t meet her eyes a moment longer, eyeing the opening that would potentially lead to my death.

“You will not die today.” Mom speaks quietly but not softly. Fierce even. Words only meant for me.

I brace my hands on the sides of the turret and step up. The wind hit me first, it was loud and overbearing, and I wasn't even out of the tunnel yet. I was going to blow right off the parapet. I could feel it.

“That is an order.” Mom’s voice was drifting.

I shot a panicked glance back, but I only saw a glimpse of her back as she descended the stairs. Something in my chest cracked. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was preferable if she stayed and watched. But if I did fall, if I died today her last words to me would be an order... an order that would be failed if I don’t make it. My breathing took a panicked turn. My chest almost heaving as tears filled my eyes, and my hands trembled as I stood, taking another step onto the parapet. I could feel the panic attack ready to take over.

“You’ve got this Bria-”

“Don’t!” My teeth clenched; I didn’t look back at her. I wasn’t sure what led her here. Why she was now a rider, when she had disliked riders when we were kids. But something about the sympathetic tilt her voice had taken. I couldn’t bear it. I faced forward and moved.

I would not die today.

Even if it wasn’t meant to be like this. Even Though I wanted to.

The parapet itself was awful but anticlimactic. But maybe I only think that because I survived it.

The storm clouds had descended, and the wind tore my clothes left and right. I went slow, trying to be careful of my steps, even when it began to sprinkle.

I also cried. But I had always been the crybaby of my family. I could cry over literally anything. It didn’t have to be a sad event. Something happy? Tears. Scary? Tears. Angry? Tears. The rain did hide my tears, which was a slight win.

I realized halfway across that I wasn’t alone. One of the second years had also decided to walk. And he made it look so easy. He was massive. Like huge. And the wind did nothing to him. I hadn’t even known he was there until he asked me if I intended to jump off when I had stopped three fourths of the way across. I didn’t answer him. He eyed me as I turned back forward and kept going.

Anticlimactic for the win. Nothing bad other than the weather. The last few feet of the parapet were in a dark tunnel, and thunder cracked and echoed so loudly I slammed my hands to my ears and stopped for a moment. Two riders watched me come in, watched me step off the parapet and to solid ground.

“Thought you weren’t going to make it,” one of the riders’ smirks. A third year. He was cocky and held an aloof air as he crossed his arms. “Was up there watching you, was sure you were going to off yourself when you took your little break.”

“Shut up Blaine,” the female rolls her pretty blue eyes. “Name?”

“Bria Sorrengail.” I ignore Blaine, seeing as he’s just here and not the one with the roll.

Blaine curses, turning away as he laughs. “Gonna be an interesting year, got a shit ton of marked ones, a Sorrengail, a Tauri, a Riorson… what a shit show. Let’s make bets Niamh.”

“Enough Blaine.” Niamh seemed to huff without opening her mouth. She seemed exhausted by the other third year.

“My bet’s on Riorson.” The second year who followed across the parapet hopped down, right behind me. Now stood way too close. Stood way too close and was publicly announcing his vote against me. It took everything I had to not turn or move or do something. Fuck him.

“Of course, it is Moray,” Blaine rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides. What could be taken as a relaxed position if I didn’t know better. Blaine is now in prime position to grab weapons and I am standing between him and his target.

“Enough both of you,” Niamh orders. “Why are you over here Moray?”

Moray steps from around me, the most casual one here, he stops at my side. I didn’t turn to look at him, but he watched me, towering over me, I couldn’t really feel any real aggression coming off him, so I didn’t balk, flinch, or breathe really.

“Captain Fitzgibbons says Cadet Sorrengail is the last one.” Moray shrugs, “said maybe there will be a straggler, but we weren’t all needed over there. Tauri sent me over to relay the message.”

“Go on Sorrengail, they’ll start separating everyone into squads and begin officially here soon.” Niamh tips her head to the side, gesturing to the open doorway. She probably thought she was saving me from Moray, the truth be told I didn’t care about him. Or anyone else here. I didn’t want to be here myself. I didn’t come to make friends, or enemies. I just wanted to get through this. One day at a time.

I nodded my thanks though and stepped away from Moray, who had crossed his arms over his very, very broad chest. The man was built. And being a second year meant he had this last entire year of combat training. No doubt he could wipe the floor with me. I didn’t want to find out.

All cadets gathered and were sorted and stood in formation. Commandant Panchek with his fake ass smile said a bunch of things about joining and the wings and the rules and trying to stay alive. The head Wingleader gave a fancy little speech. Not really, he didn't really look like he wanted to be there. Didn't seem to have the time for this nonsense. Couldn't even blame him. 

Niamh, it turns out, is Fourth Wing’s wingleader. Which was interesting. I almost figured Blaine would be her second, but he wasn’t, he didn’t hold a leadership position at all. He was in Fourth Wing and was in a different squad, and when he caught me watching him, he gave a cocky smirk and winked.

There were a few names I recognized. Mostly other leadership kids who I had seen at different stations growing up when we had moved place to place. Then there was Alic Tauri, was put in First Squad, Claw Section, First Wing. Fuck him. And Cara Tauri, who is Fourth Wing Flame Section's Executive Officer. Good for her.

Altogether through the four wings it seemed there were ten or so marked ones. Children of the rebellion, people had whispered since I crossed the parapet and came to the courtyard. People avoided them, giving a wide berth and they seemed to clump together. All standing off to the side until they were called and separated one by one. I don't think there was more than one marked on per squad.

My squad leader ended up being Moray. Second Squad, Flame Section, Fourth Wing.

My name was called last to this squad and Garrick Tavis, who had already been called and in formation, shook me to my core when I was called and he just smiled… the smile he gave me.... there wasn’t even anything evil in it. Just something humorous. Like he was privy to a joke I wasn't in on. Better than being in Riorson’s squad.. or Alic Tauri.  He also was glaring at me. There was no one else close enough that I could make an excuse and say he was looking at them. It was me. Riorson was looking at me. And his gaze was pure hatred.

The scariest moment was when the wingleaders’ dragons started torching people.

But something was wrong with me, because it wasn’t fear curling in my gut, but annoyance and something I couldn't name. I had been around my mothers dragon before, though not enough to make me not fearful of dragons but all these runners seemed to be people who crossed the parapet willingly. Not even conscripts. And it made me unreasonably angry. Because my choice had been taken from me. I tried to tell myself that I didn't know for sure and I had no business being brat about this but the feeling swirling in my gut were swirling, heavy and disgusting.

Heat curled over head as a runner was scorched twenty feet behind us by a fierce looking green. The green reared back, eyeing my squad one by one. He seemed to be going down the whole of Fourth Wing, trying to weed out the weak. Globs of spit dripped and splattered right in between me and a squad mate, who blenched. The man trembled and shook and lurched forward, throwing up everywhere. Including my boots.

“Can you fucking not?!” Disgust swirled heavily inside me, urging me to throw up as well but I shoved it down. Movement from the corner of my eye caught my gaze. My eyes widened seeing the green mouth open and tongue curl. We were about to be scorched. I launched myself at my puker squad mate, tackling him back along with whoever was directly behind him and straight into the squad next to us- who screamed and moved as fire spread. I found my feet quickly, not wanting to lose sight of the dragon again.

“Get up idiot!”

“Nice going!” A second year speaks up from the side, having been clear from the dragon fire. 

“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes, but only after the green retreats.

Moray opens his mouth, ready to retort but was cut off by Cara pushing through the cadets, ushering them back to where they were supposed to be.

“Enough both of you.” Her voice and expression were no nonsense, the second year and I both looked away and let it go. “Moray get your squad in order.”

"Trying." Moray shrugs a shoulder, laughing.

 I flipped him off. Cara grabbed my hand and forced it down, disbelief overtaking her prim and prissy dainty features before she masked it. There was nothing dainty about her grip as she took my arm and steered me back towards Tavis, who now stood closest to me in formation, thanks to our meddling asshole squad leader. She gave him a look I couldn’t decipher, the corner of his lip tipped up and he gestured with his head to the side, almost as if saying "she's fine by me". The fuck I was. Asshole probably wanted to kill me to get back at my mother.

Cara gripped my arm, leaning into my space and forcing eye contact while breaking my previous train of thought.

“I don’t know what your problem is,” she says quietly, “but make peace with it quickly. Before you get someone killed.”

Outrage swirled in me. Anger bordering on wrath mixed with a heavy sense of betrayal had me ripping my arm from her, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was an outright lie. But we were not about to have a heart to heart in the middle of formation.

Panchek brought everyone back to order. Niamh spoke some encouraging words. We were dismissed. That was it. Congrats, good luck surviving. 

I fucking hated this place.