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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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Where One Has A Pet Masterlist

A Puppy For A Puppy (ao3) - Percussionist24601 luke/ashton G, 446

Summary: It's Ashton's birthday and Luke has a special surprise for him.

Back To The Place Only You And I Share (ao3) - senioritastyles calum/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Calum feels like a kid in a candy store, bouncing in the passenger's seat of the car with his hand squeezing the life out of Ashton's. He'd been absolutely over the moon when Ashton finally agreed to adopt a dog last week, due to Calum's relentless begging and even the test run of them babysitting their friend's dog, and he'd been badgering Ashton every day since to go pick one out. Ashton delayed the process for things that made sense in the grand scheme of things, like making sure their backyard fence was sturdy and properly secured and putting all of their breakables away in the attic, but Calum was too impatient for things that made sense. Now they're finally driving to the local shelter to pick out a pup, having already filled out the applications and gotten approved to take one home, and Calum can't sit still with all the excitement buzzing in his body.

Or: Calum and Ashton get a puppy.

I'll See You With Your Laughter Lines (ao3) - CliffordAffliction calum/ashton M, 11k

Summary: Snippets of Calum and Ashton's life together through Ashton's eyes

i won’t forget you (but i may forget your name) (ao3) - bellawritess T, 2k

Summary: “Absolutely the fuck not,” Luke says. “Under no circumstances are you calling me Human Luke. I was here first. The dog can be Dog Luke.”

Puppies, Pastries, and Other Sweet Things (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton G, 16k

Summary: When Ashton heard someone scratching on his front door in the middle of the night, he expected it to be a burglar, maybe even extraterrestrial beings who planned to take him to another planet. However, the last thing that he expected to find was a lost puppy who simply wanted shelter from the rain.

Somebody I Don’t Know (ao3) - MCRmyGeneral michael/calum G, 7k

Summary: Calum walks into his unlocked apartment to find someone sitting on his couch cuddling Duke. Which is not unusual; his friends all have keys.

Except that Calum has absolutely no idea who this guy is, or why he’s in his apartment hugging his dog.

we’ll make the happiest home (ao3) - merlypops calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 8k

Summary:

“I created my dating profile under duress,” Calum said, imagining Michael’s indignant squawk in his head and failing to suppress a smile. “Namely, I didn’t want my best friend to start sulking because then he might not let me walk his dog with him anymore.” Ashton’s hazel eyes twinkled and his soft laugh seemed to take him by surprise. “I just really love puppies,” Ashton said, smiling crookedly. “Plus, my best friend Luke thought that your best friend in one of the pictures was cute and he wanted me to fix them up.” “Oh, nice,” Calum teased, trying for sarcastic and failing when a smile lit up his face. “Everyone just wants to play matchmaker these days, huh?”

Calum’s dating profile says: “Looking for someone to raise a dog with” and Ashton just really loves puppies. (Luke and Michael just flirt with each other a lot.)

Who Needs Underwear Anyway? (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael's cat may have a slight obsession with Luke's underwear.

you distract me (but I’m distracted without you) (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Calum and Duke pay a visit to Ashton during finals week. Too bad Ashton still has one more exam to study for, and that he can’t give his boyfriend and his dog the attention they deserve.

You Got Me So Bad (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: "Hey there, who is this little troublemaker?"

Luke whips around, already knowing the question is directed at him without any further clarification, and he sees a tall man with sunshine brown curly hair and a sunshine white smile and sunshine golden skin walking towards him with quick measured steps until he's beside Luke and looking down at the two of them.

"Uh, this is Ralph." Luke admits, blushing just a bit at the gorgeous man standing over him.

Or: Luke is a new puppy owner and Ashton helps him get a handle on things.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #fluff #pets #pets masterlist #masterlists

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topazsink · 2 years ago

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I had thoughts about Imogen (and ImogenxLaudna) this episode.

I don’t mean this in a “god Laura why did you make the choices you did UGH this is all your fault” cuz no. I’m talking IMOGEN.

Two of her friends died, but it took Otohan threatening Laudna to finally give in?

I get some people are freaking out about how romantic this is, but it also gives a look into Imogen’s headspace. I assume her fear about all the Ruidus stuff influenced her hesitance to use her full potential in that moment, to the point that even with Orym and Fearne dead she didn’t let it take her over.

(There’s also the possibility that Laura just didn’t understand that Matt was saying “stop fighting the storm” and not “Otohan wants to kidnap you.” Which I don’t blame her for it was a very stressful 3 hours.)

Anyway, I guess my point here is that it shows how much Imogen and Laudna care about each other, but also how much they’re wrapped up in each other, if that makes sense? Like all they really had for two years was each other, and it feels like they’re almost TOO invested in one another.

I’ve felt like this for a while- like Laudna LITERALLY threatening Ashton about Imogen’s safety felt more “yikes” to me than endearing.

Am I saying they’re co-dependent? Idk cuz I don’t really know the full meaning of that word. Am I saying they’re on the level of the Briarwoods in terms of obsession? HELL NO.

But if it came down to saving the rest of the group and saving Laudna, who would Imogen pick? And vice-versa with Laudna.

Idk this is kinda ramble-y. Please don’t take this post as “THEY’RE UNHEALTHY THEY ARE TOXIC THIS SHIP SUCKS.” Cuz that’s not what this is.

It’s more just… pondering. I want them together, but not in a “fuck everyone else but you” kind of way. I don’t think they’re QUITE at that point but sheesh.

#I won’t tag beyond spoilers since I know some people don’t take critique well lol #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers

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wastelandcth · 4 years ago

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Baby Fever - cth

summary: The three times Calum realized him and Dovey wanted a baby and the one time they got one.

author’s notes: i hope you guys enjoy prebaby doves and how they got Charlie!

warnings: mentions of pregnancy

masterlist || request || more doves

The first time Calum realized that he wanted to be a dad, Dovey was making funny faces at a toddler in the grocery store.

It had been a simple gesture. Dovey had scrunched up her nose and the baby in the shopping cart in front of them had giggled. It was a moment so small and he was pretty sure that Dovey hadn't even noticed him watching. But since that day and as they both went about running errands, Calum couldn't get the idea of having their own baby to be able to make funny faces for out of his head. He'd never tell Dovey that but he was more than willing to put his life of being on tour and living the rockstar life on hold if that meant he could watch Dovey be a mom and see himself as a dad.

He hadn't been sure how to tell Dovey. The two of them had always put off the baby talk because they were more than happy being dog parents and with Calum's hectic work schedule, it had never seemed like the right time to bring up growing a family. HE wasn't even sure if Dovey wanted kids at this point. Some days she'd talk on and on about how she wouldn't know the first thing to do when it came to motherhood and then the next she was bragging over how she'd gotten Ashton's son to bed faster than Ash ever could when they were babysitting. But he'd seen the way Dovey offered more and more to babysit or to even just hold a baby when the opportunity arose. Calum wasn't sure if he was even ready for a child, but that was a problem for a different day.

The second time Calum realized he wanted a baby, he and Dovey were at Target and had passed by the baby section, ending in both of them squealing over how tiny a baby Yoda onesie was. Calum had pointed out the onesie, knowing that Dovey had been obsessed with anything baby Yoda at the moment and he couldn't help but lead her over to the baby section when he saw her face soften.

"Can you imagine how tiny a human has to be to fit into one of these?" she mumbled in awe as she held up the tiny piece of clothing, "Your bicep probably wouldn't even fit, Dovey."

"It's tiny, huh?" Calum had chuckled, his arms wrapping around his wife's waist as they kept walking through the store, Calum not missing when Dovey had pulled the onesie into the cart at checkout.

And when Dovey started dressing Duke in baby clothes, Calum hoped this meant more than just dressing up the poor dog for entertainment. The first time it had happened was a few days after their trip to Target, when Calum walked into the bedroom to find Dovey wrestling Duke to get the baby Yoda onesie on him. He'd watched her struggle as Duke wiggled away from her but once the last button was secured and Duke was laying in her arms, Dovey looked more than pleased.

"You really should stop torturing the poor dog," Calum had teased as he walked over to kiss her forehead and pat the old dog on the head, "He's only just started liking you."

"He's liked me since day one, Dove, and besides, he looks so comfy and cute!" Dovey laughed and set the dog down, wrapping her arms around Calum's waist and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Should just make a baby instead of torturing Duke," Calum mumbled, half-joking as he looked at Dovey's face for any sort of reaction.

"Haha, so funny, Hood. Don't make promises you can't keep," she teased and nudged him with her elbow before chasing after Duke with her phone in her hand.

The third time Calum realized he needed to be a dad was when he held Ashton's newborn. The little one was so tiny and warm and Calum felt an overwhelming sense of love for the child he'd met a few seconds ago. Ashton and his wife had come to visit for the first time since the arrival of their first child and the Hoods were absolutely head over heels with the newborn. Calum had bounced off the walls since Ashton had texted him that morning asking if they could stop by to get a change of scenery.

"He's so tiny," Calum mumbled as he looked down at the tiny baby in his arms, rocking him slowly as he sat still on the couch, "I can't believe he's finally here after months of waiting."

"That's usually what happens, Dove," Dovey had teased, her eyes watching the little baby squirm in Calum's arms before settling down with a big yawn.

"And when are you two going to pop one out?" Ashton asked and chuckled quietly, not missing the quick glances the Doves gave one another.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe sooner than later."

Dovey had been acting strange, she was restless and every time Calum questions her about it, she'd shut him down and said she was excited about dinner. She'd been more hesitant to go out and enjoy a night out, opting for mocktails instead of her usual order. Calum hadn't wanted to bring it up, fearing he was looking too into it, and instead waited for Dovey to say something to him about.

Calum had noticed something was off with Dovey. She'd been clingier around him, always wanting to hold his hand when they were in public and when it was just the two of them alone at home, she was always on his lap. But the one thing that stood out the most to Calum was whenever Dovey saw a baby, she would stare. It wasn't a creepy stare, Calum hoped. It was just a fond look where Dovey would try her hardest to make a random baby giggle or even smile. It wasn't until Calum and her were at home one night that Dovey had finally said something.

"How do you feel about kids?" she'd whispered as they laid on the couch facing one another, her thumb tracing a line from the top of his cheek to his jaw.

"Used to think I didn't want any," Calum mumbled, "But recently...I don't know, I think I'd like to try," he whispered, leaning into Dovey's touch as his eyes closed.

"Me too," Dovey whispered and smiled as she watched Calum's eyebrows furrow, "I think we should try."

"Now?" he teased and chuckled.

"I mean..."

"And let's turn this thing on, see if we can't hear baby, yeah?" the ultrasound technician said softly.

Dovey's hand was held tightly in Calum's, both of them trying to take in the moment in the dim-lit office as the machine was turned on. Dovey's gasp was drowned out by the loud thumpthumpthump coming from the doppler, her hand squeezing Calum's tightly as they both listened to their baby's heartbeat. Calum felt like he was in a fever dream, like the past couple of months had flown by and that he was going to wake up any second to find himself on the couch alone. Dovey had taken a test two weeks before the appointment, Calum had been confused when he heard her footsteps rushing towards his office where he was met by a tear struck Dovey.

"It's positive," she'd choked out, the tears finally falling down her cheeks as Calum pulled her into a tight hug, "I'm pregnant."

"And here we see the little one." the technician pointed out the small bean shape on the screen, causing the two Doves to burst back into tears as the measurements were taken.

"Oh my god, our little bean," Calum chuckled shakily through his tears, watching the screen as he pressed a kiss to Dovey's forehead.

Later that day, when the tears had dried and many congratulations were given from everyone in the doctor's office, Dovey and Calum found themselves on their couch again. The sonogram pictures were sitting in Dovey's lap, both of them still in awe of the day to really process that their baby was real and that in a couple of months they would become parents. Calum had already begun to shop for baby essentials, their extra room already filled with nursery items even though neither of them had told anyone the news of the baby. But for now, their little secret would stay with them both, hidden in Calum's wallet, and only when the bump which had shown up a few days after Dovey had hit her second trimester, would Calum post a picture of him with the picture of their soon to be bundle of joy.

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the-writers-bookshelf · 3 years ago

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HI i am an unintentional genius i need to share this

my novel is currently having a crisis where i don't really know who the mc is anymore, but a seemingly new mc, lauren, had a pre-established backstory where her house burnt down when she was a child. it caused her to hold material things more closely, and she was terrified of fire until she finally decided she should try to tame the fear. now her relationship with it is on the completely opposite spectrum where she's kind of obsessed with it because of how staring at it calms her nerves. she carries around a lighter a lot, making people assume she smokes when she doesn't. another pre-established detail was how another character, ashton, is associated with fire, because of his name and warm personality.

in a nutshell, lauren sees how ashton's at rock bottom, becomes obsessed with trying to "fix" his depression when she's no therapist and it's not her business, and then the inciting incident happens when everyone finds out he took his own life. (i understand that's pretty heavy, so you don't have to respond to this entry if you don't find it appropriate! just getting to type this out and ramble works out for me)

so when you really think about it... this was just like her past. lauren saw the negative traits in "fire", tried to get the negativity under control, but "lost everything she had to fire" FOR A SECOND TIME when he died and everybody separated due to grief. ??!?!? how did i do this completely by accident? it gives everything so much more depth!

but! just! there's just so much symbolism and so many parallels and contrasts between these two; like how lauren would subconsciously help others simply for how it could benefit herself, while ashton was constantly giving out of the goodness of his heart, showing the difference between a "hero" and a hero. another thing is how they're on completely opposite sides of the stigmatization of medication, with ashton not wanting to take antidepressants because he wants to "feel happiness that's real" and "not have to rely on a bottle of pills to be happy", meanwhile lauren is physically disabled and literally needs her medicine to function; i mean, medicines are made for a reason. one of their last ever conversations was an argument about how seeking medical help shouldn't be shameful. ashton really did not understand since he grew up in a family that shamed him for asking for help/not meeting super high expectations ):

it's 1 am for me, so this probably didn't make a lot of sense, but basically, i'm really excited to write all the symbolism and themes! addressing the stigma behind medication especially strikes a chord with me since i'm disabled myself. lots to unpack!

- castor and reed anon 💕

I AM SO HERE FOR THIS DYNAMIC!!!!!

The symbolism is just *chef's kiss* perfection!!! And they are literally THE BEST FIT for each other! Like, you can't even imagine them being with anyone else because they were MADE to be together are you seriously making me ship your characters ALREADY????

(the answer is yes!!)

#asks #fab friday writers #castor and reed anon #anonymous

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calumance · 4 years ago

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okay hear me out..... an fbi 5sos au.... no? okay i’ll see myself out 😔

Oh fuck, okay this was actually quite a challenge for me. I do love me some true crime stories though, however I’m afraid this turned out to sound like an episode of Criminal Minds. That could be good or bad however you want to interpret that. Anyway, here’s some FBI!sos. 👀👀👀 Please note that this has sensitive subjects in it, please read at your own discretion!!!

Calum sat in the van, lights flashing as he watched as the officers escorted the assailant into the police car, ducking his head and then slamming the door. The case that his team had been working on for months, although solved, came to a crashing halt when they were notified of a hostage situation in the town next to theirs. Immediately, his team jumped into the fleet vehicles and sped to the location of the hostage situation. While Calum sat in the back of the van, he ran through the months and months of research that they had been doing.

Normally cases such as this one wouldn’t become and FBI problem, but as soon as the crimes started to cross state lines, the case caught the FBI’s attention. Almost thirty people had been reported missing during the time the assailant had been active, and nearly half of those people had gone missing within the past few months.

The first objective the team was given was to identify the assailant’s profile. Calum walked into the conference room with a cup of fresh coffee, something he thought was only done on TV shows, but after working for the FBI for ten years now, he’s come to realize that life can’t go on without coffee. There was a white board at the front of the room with pictures of all the victims, something that always made Calum’s stomach turn, no matter how many cases he’s worked on. He gulped and smiled down at his colleague Luke as he sat down. Luke has been on the same team as Calum for about five years. Luke worked for the Australian Secret Intelligence Service before he moved to the United States. After he moved he went through all of the American training to be a part of the Federal Bureau of Investigations. Calum and Luke bonded over their Australian heritage, although Calum didn’t get into the service until he moved to America over fifteen years ago. Although Luke and Calum both knew Luke was smarter and more experienced, neither of them would admit it out loud. “Is there anything new I missed?” Calum asked after sitting down and taking a sip of the gloriously bitter liquid in his paper cup.

Luke shook his head and leaned his head into his hand, resting his elbow on the table. “Dude went silent a month ago. Think he’s about to strike again, but not sure where.” Luke licked his lips and leaned towards Calum, pointing to the white board at the front of the room. “I’ve been trying to see if there’s a pattern with where he’s choosing his victims. Maybe if there’s a shape, or a commonality between the cities.” Luke shook his head and dropped his hand, “But I’ve got nothing.”

Calum stared at the whiteboard. The victims the assailant has chosen all have something in common, the most obvious is the fact they are all women. Maybe the assailant has something against women, maybe a childhood trauma, maybe some Norman Bates thing where he’s obsessed with his mother now he’s killing women. Calum raised his eyebrows and took a drink of his coffee again, he would need more fingers and toes to count how many times he’s crossed men like that.

The rest of their team made their way into the room, sitting around the table while the team director came last, shutting the door behind him. Calum nodded to the rest of the team, Ashton joined the team about three years ago after transferring from another branch. Michael joined the team four years ago after making his way up from the local police department, his previous title being a detective. Ava, who has a doctorate in psychology, has been working for the FBI longer than Calum has been in America. Ava was incredibly smart and knew everything there was when it came to the human mind, especially serial killers. Ava and Calum were put on the same team six years ago, Calum would never admit it out loud, but Ava was one of his favorite people to sit down and have a conversation with. Greyson was the newest member of their team, he joined about a year ago, and Calum honestly didn’t even know where he came from. The only thing he knew about the guy was that he was ridiculously smart with electronics, a critical component to the team in such a technologically advanced age.

The director of the team was a gentleman named Henry. He had a good fifteen years on the oldest member of the team, but somehow he managed to get along with every single one of the members of the team, and was able to connect with them on a personal level. Henry began to break down everything they knew, recapping to see if it could jog any type of “ah-ha” moment. Calum leaned back in his chair and pressed the lips of the paper coffee cup to his lips. His eyes danced from picture to picture, collecting all of his thoughts and hypotheses. Although Calum chuckled to himself for his crazy thoughts, something suddenly made sense.

As he leaned forward he set his coffee cup on the table next to him. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. Again, his eyes danced across the whiteboard, gathering every ounce of information he could. His thoughts became solidified and he sat back, scratching one finger over his cheek before he raised his hand. Henry stopped in the middle of his thought and motioned for Calum to speak. Calum cleared his throat, “Aside from the obvious fact that all of the assailant’s victims are female, and they all have brunette hair and blue eyes, something that I think we’ve been skipping over is the fact that they all came from the same city.” Everyone stayed silent and Calum stood and made his way to the whiteboard to point out his thoughts. “Victim number one, although he lived in New York City, she was originally born in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Same with all the victims afterwards. The assailant is travelling across the country, seemingly killing all the women with this physical description and come from Grand Rapids.”

Henry sat down and leaned against the table, giving Calum the floor to continue his thoughts and ideas. “We know that the assailant has been seen driving some beat up Volvo with no license plates. Maybe the Volvo is still registered in Michigan, we can narrow down the registrations in Grand Rapids and see if that can get us some names. Maybe the assailant went to school with all of these women, being brunette and blue eyed isn’t exactly uncommon. I think we should find out where these women went to school, and if there is an open registration on Volvo’s in the Grand Rapids area.” Calum was nearly out of breath trying to explain his thoughts, the excitement of figuring something out making his heart race.

Henry slapped his hand down on the table and nodded, “You all heard the man, start doing some research.” With that, the team scattered. Within a few days they narrowed down the list of names from hundreds, to just a handful. It wasn’t until they released the assailants profile to the press that everything spiraled out of control.

It took about a week and a half for the profile to spread across all media sources, and it was within hours of the team watching a press release that they got the call of the hostage. The guy who made the call was frantic, he was the owner of the local liquor store. The assailant grabbed the woman and clutched her to his chest as he pointed a gun at the owner. As he held the gun, it gently shook with how hard he was holding it. The assailant told him to leave the store, walk five miles and then call the cops. When the cops asked for a description of the woman, he answered, “She has brown hair, blue eyes, I had just checked her ID, she was from Michigan, and she had told me she was there on vacation.” After hearing that, the description was immediately sent to the FBI and the team scrambled their way to the cars.

Calum sat next to Luke in the van, and together they put on their bullet proof vests. Greyson frantically typed away at the computer, trying to tap into the security cameras. Ava, Michael and Ashton all strapped on their vest and took a deep breath, trying to ready themselves for whatever was going to happen when they finally got to this liquor store.

The van came to a screeching halt. Outside the fan was hordes of flashing lights, and multiple policeman perched on their car doors with their weapons pointed at the store. Henry got an update from the chief of police and Calum stood there, eyes scanning the entire front of the store. “He won’t come out knowing there’s so many weapons pointed at him.” Luke said with a sigh, tucking his golden curls behind his ear. Calum turned to him and Luke’s eyes widened. “He’s never done anything drastic in broad daylight. Sure, it’s night time, but there are so many eyes on him that he won’t do anything.” Luke was right, Calum knew he was right, but Calum didn’t know what to do next.

In one swift movement, Calum stripped out of his bullet proof vest, tossed it at Luke and ducked under the crime scene tape, sauntering his way towards the store front. Behind him, he could here Henry yelling at him, but before Henry could blow everything, Calum turned and shot him a look. Henry immediately became quiet, the only sound being the wind, and the heartbeats of all the nervous officers behind him. Calum raised his hands above his head as he stopped a few feet in front of the front door. “My name’s Calum, do you mind if we have a chat for a moment?” The silence was terrifying, Calum would never deny that, but silence all meant that nothing life threatening was happening. Calum kept his hands above his head as he closed the distance between him and the front door. All of the windows of the liquor store were mirrored, it was a common way for stores to combat the Los Angeles sun. As Calum reached down and rested his hand on the door handle, all he could was himself, and the flashing lights behind him. “I just want to talk, do you mind opening the door for me?” Calum said, waiting patiently for the click of the lock.

His heart dropped to his feet when he heard the click. Before making his way inside, he gulped. When he opened the door, the woman who was being held was sitting on the floor. Her ankles were tied with rope, and so were her wrists. Over her mouth was a strip of duct tape, mascara flowing down her porcelain cheeks, terror washed over her blue eyes. Calum rushed to her aide and untied her restraints as quickly as possible to ensure her safety. “As soon as I untie you, you run, don’t stop until someone on the other side of the caution tape grabs you, understand?” She nodded, sobbing still out of terror. The second she was free, she followed Calum’s instructions, running until Luke grabbed her, ushering her to the Ambulance and out of sight.

From behind Calum, he heard the gun cock. Slowly, he raised his hands above his head and turned to face the assailant. The guy was around the same age as him, but looked as if life had run over him more than a few times. His teeth were stained a blackish-green color for the amount of drugs he has injected into his body. His eyes were sunken into his head, his hair unwashed and matted. His clothes were dirty and stiff from the lack of washing. Calum looked into his glossy eyes and could tell how high he was based on the size of his pupils. Again, Calum repeated himself, “My name is Calum, why don’t we put the gun down and have a chat?”

“No!” the guy blurted out, holding the gun even tighter causing the weapon to shake. Calum has handled many guns throughout his career, but the way this guy was clutching the gun made him nervous. “You don’t even know what I’ve been through!” The assailant yelled at Calum.

“Oh, but I do, man.” Calum dropped his hands to be shoulder level. “I know that you were outcasted the second you got into high school. On top of that your mom passed away at a very young age. She was a beautiful woman, wasn’t she?” The guy gulped and nodded, tears filling his eyes. “Your dad was never around, so once your mom passed you had no one, isn’t that right?” The guy gulped again and frantically ran his hand under his eyes then clutched the gun even harder. “All of these women, you didn’t even know them, but they look just like your mother, don’t they?” Calum knew that’s what was going on, he didn’t need the assailant to confirm that. “If you drop the gun and come with me, I can help you.” It was such a cliché line, but most of the people who commit these kind of crimes just want help.

Calum took a step closer to him but the assailant took a step towards him, shaking the gun in his face. He gulped realizing that if he got any closer, Calum might end up swallowing the barrel of the gun. “I don’t need anyone’s help!” The assailant cried out, and in a split second he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

Thinking quickly, Calum lunged at the gun, causing the gun to motion upwards, the bullet going through the ceiling. Within seconds of the assailant landing on the floor and the gun sliding three feet away from him, Luke and the other police officers busted through the front door. As Calum locked the handcuffs around the assailant’s wrists, Luke slapped Calum’s shoulder. The local police officers took him out the front door and Luke wrapped his arms around Calum, “I heard the shot and thought he got you. You’re a crazy son of a bitch aren’t you?” Together Luke and Calum laughed. You have to be a special kind of crazy to have a career in their field, but Calum loved being that special kind of crazy.

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livingthe24framelife · 4 years ago

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Skyverse Next Next Gen Kids Headcanons Part 2

Ok, so @fanficwolf105 asked me to do some more Skyverse next gen kids, so...

Phoenix (Ashton x Cole):

Treasure hunter who’s always looking for the next adventure. An...incident that occurred a few years back left him blind in both eyes. But that hasn’t stopped his urge to explore. He also identifies as non binary. (He/They)

Axel and Alice (Nora x Angel):

Axel-Moody boy who seems to be quite adept with magic.

Alice-Loves making dolls with her spider silk.

Lyra the Perfect (Sky x Melanie):

While Lyra may seem cheerful on the outside, on the inside, she’s under a whole lot of stress with everyone calling her “the perfect princess.” Even animals seem drawn to her.

Astrid the Meek (Sky x Nora):

Awkward girl that would rather spend her time around nature than people, though she does have a rebellious side that she rarely shows in public. She almost always wears a ruby necklace that Nora gave her on her first birthday.

Cordelia the Goth, Sirius the Silent and Samson the Exuberant (Luna x Ashton X Cole):

Cordelia-Happy girl who just so happens to have an odd interest in the macabre.

Sirius-Never speaks in public, only around his family, and even then, it’s not a whole lot.

Samson-Quirky guy who’s super close with his sister. In later years, he’ll realize he’s genderfluid.

Leo the Powerful (Sky X Judas X Nora):

From a very young age, Leo-like his half bro, Axel-showed an immense understanding of magic and has only gotten better at it with time. Even with his young age, he’s already being called the most powerful Butterfly in the lineage.

Phoebe the Half Blood and Eli the Writer (Sky x Judas):

Phoebe-Friendly, but shy girl who’s embraced her demon side more then her Mewman one.The only time you'll truly see her let loose is in a fight.

Eli-Not much to say about him since he’s so little, but Phoebe is really protective of him when it comes to others teasing him for being half monster. Though later on he'll discover a love for writing stories.

Pluto the Geologist (Galexia x Alex):

This guy’s been obsessed with rocks ever since he can remember. He loves putting faces on them and even names and dresses them. But the best thing about Pluto is that he’s still kept his childlike sense of wonder after all these years.

#star vs the forces of evil #sky and the forces of the multiverse

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allsassnoclass · 3 years ago

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"hands are just a body part everyone has them" svdvvfbf hazel i feel that on a deep deep level (that is also how i feel about most body parts. maybe eyes excluded because eyes are really really pretty. but then again you can't really be Into eyes. wait can you nvm i don't know dvfhfj anyway) also i totally get the art thing!!! hands in art is so beautiful and i never personally liked drawing them but i am obsessed with it when other people do. But once again that is how i feel about. other body parts? in the sense that when i find arms or thighs or a face or you name it beautiful; i'm just looking at it like it's a work of art literally. i used to save of lot of pics of celebrities and people i found pretty just because i was like "i want to draw them everything here is gorgeous that would make great art". that is the sole reason why i downloaded everything and why i still have most of them. i don't know if i am making sense because i'm rambling but point is i relate dvfbfbgj -taylor🖤

yeah exactly!!!! body parts for aesthetic value? great wonderful can't wait to see the art. talking about attraction and sexiness and such? no clue what's going on. don't understand.

like in the club a few weeks ago we were ranking ashton's hair and there was a little discussion about whether the rankings were for us being attracted to it or aesthetic value and it's like???? if we're doing attraction i literally can't participate lol i'm talking about whether it looks good not whether i'm attracted to it

#ask #taylor #sometimes i'm like 'my aceness doesn't affect how i interact with the world too much'#and then allosexual people will say something and i'm like ??????? really???? that's a thing??????#i will say though it's causing problems in my fic writing #because for a specific character in a specific thing i'm talking a lot about his relationship with sex and it's difficult #because i have no clue what non-ace people are like internally #and i'm waiting for someone to call me out on how inaccurate and weird i'm writing it

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ikenbar · 5 years ago

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Ch3 Prologue & Pt 1

Author’s note (wait don’t go it’s important lol):

Alright!! Time for Chapter three!! I’ve already gone into what this story is and what to expect in chapter one part one so I won’t explain anything here, but this chapter will be introducing a new side to Ikamara. Also sassy Victor, soft Lucien, and angsty bois!! Also I will be taking lines directly from the game in this chapter. Don’t worry, I will be sure to add credit and the source when I do so they get their rightful credit :D I will be posting Wednesdays/Thursdays so stay tuned!! This chapter has themes that are meant for more teenage audiences so be wary with your young eyes. Nothing too bad but there are some adult themes and suggestive scenes so keep an open mind and prepare for a good story :D

(p.s. I’m mashing the prologue and the part one together because I feel like it :P)

Warnings: Nothing. Honest to goodness soft times with family and adorable cheesy mishaps. The best kind when dealing with a corny intro to a new chapter :3... ah Oh but there is a cliffhanger to throw off the soft mood~

(Chapter One (intro to characters) parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :))

(Chapter Two (Gavin) prologue and parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here :D)

(Ikamara One Shots: St. Richards, Mp3, more coming soon :D)

Chapter Three:

Prologue:

Dinner had been like all the others before it. With a small prayer from Maria, the kids talk about their day, then Bart would try to get the newest little addition to the family to talk. Their efforts had been fruitless thus far from the past month that she had spent at their foster home, but Bart and Maria thought they were getting through to her. “So, Ikie!" Bart began cheerily, “Ikemilike. Ikeamelon… Ike, how was your day? Do anything worthwhile?” Ike stayed silent, picking at the stake left on her plate. After some awkward silence, Sam stood on his chair.

“Yeah she did!” Sam said happily, “She totally schooled some bullies for me! Isn’t that right, Ike?”

Still nothing.

“All she did was look at them and they ran off like scared little school girls! It was hilarious!”

“That sounds pretty fun!” Bart chuckled and looked over to Ike, “It sounded like you really had Sam’s back, back there!" Ike took a cup up to her lips and avoided eye contact with Bart.

“Of course she did!"” Sam chimed, “We are connected by a brother and sister bond! I can tell you exactly what she is thinking right now!” Ike halted her movements.

“Oh?” Bart laughed, “Well then go ahead! Tell me, what is she thinking right now?” Sam puffed his cheeks and stared intently at Ike from across the table. Ike placed down her cup and stared back, unphased. Silence washed over the room as Sam and Ike held their eye contact. Bart watched the girl intently. He wanted to have a go at reading her as well. Ike’s eyes portrayed a strong emotion that was indistinguishable to Bart. She looked like she wanted to say something, to scream it to the world. What did she want to say? And why wouldn’t she just say it?

“Got it!” Sam broke the silence harshly, causing everyone, except Ike, to jump, “She is thinking that she loves and cares about each of us! And when she is ready, she will be sure to tell us herself!” Ike’s usual poker face broke. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide. Sam got it right.

Sam proudly smiled at Ike, “I got it right, didn’t I?? I told you we are connected!” Ike stared at him for a little longer with the same awestruck look from before. Bart opened his mouth too. He wanted to say something. To encourage her to speak and tell them what she was thinking. To trust that they will do anything to make her happy, but he didn't get the chance to. All at once, Ike regained her original poker face and stood from her seat. She bowed then took her plate up.

“You’re done already?” Bart asked, quickly standing with Ike, “You haven’t finished your food yet!” Ike turned without acknowledging his words and left the room.

“Are you going to the gym?” Maria called back to Ike, after her as she walked to the front door, “Would you like a ride?” Bart got up and followed his wife. Ike shook her head and grabbed the gym bag she always kept by the door.

“Oh so you’re walking again.” Maria wrung her hands nervously, “Well, be careful, Ike. Text me when you have gotten to the gym, Ok?” Ike nodded and slung the bag over her arm. She moved to open the door.

“Wait!” Sam sped out of the dining room and to Ike. She halted her movements and turned to face Sam as he stopped in front of her, panting slightly. He smiled and held out his hands, “I have something for you!” Bart and Maria craned their necks to look at the contents in Sam’s hands. Right in the middle of his palms was an old, small mp3 player with earbuds wrapped neatly next to it.

“It’s my old mp3 player!” Sam’s voice was so sweet that he could cause cavities, “I have all of my music on my phone now so I figure you can have it! Look,” Sam flipped the player over, “There is a clip-on it’s back so you can use it while working out! I put all the songs you like on there! Plus some songs I think you might enjoy!” Ike stared at Sam’s hands. She held that same look that she had in her eye from dinner but she showed no sign of taking the mp3 player. “I-I read somewhere that working out with music makes the exercise easier.” Sam hesitated slightly. “I know how you gave your mp3 player to Ashton so I’m giving you mine! I wanted to make sure you enjoy every second you spend at the gym… and,” Sam lowered his head slightly, “I… I want you to be happy. I can understand if you wanted to be happy away from us, but I want you to remind you that you can be happy with us as well! So, I hope this mp3 player will remind you of your new family! And how much we care about you!” Sam extended his hands a little further, “If you’ll let us… if you’ll let me, I’d love to show you how much I care! Then maybe, just maybe, you can tell me yourself!”

Ike's eyes were trained on the player but they weren’t focused on them. She seemed to be thinking about something else entirely. Sam noticed this and, looking defeated, he started lowering his hands. Swiftly, Ike’s hand darted out from her side and grabbed the player from Sam. He looked taken aback but soon recovered and he smiled widely as Ike took the earbuds and unwrapped them, draping them around her neck. She looked up, eyeing Sam. Sam opened his mouth to say something but an unfamiliar voice interrupted him.

“Thank you.”

Part One:

My eyes flew open. The alarm on my phone buzzed obsessively but I didn’t turn it off. I didn’t remember falling asleep that night. Nor did I remember doing it at my desk over the paperwork I had out for my meeting with Victor later that day. What was strange to me though was that dream. The woman in front of me. Something about her seemed familiar. Something at the back of my head ached to reveal why but, for some reason, kept itself in the dark. Why? What was so special about her? I finally slid my hand over my phone, pressing the button to silence it. She can’t have been someone from my past. Everyone from my past made me feel weak. That woman’s silhouette… I felt strong. I felt like I needed to be. For her. Who was she?!

In a white room, one person stood in front of me. Facing away from me. A small woman with shoulder length brown hair, a striped blue dress, and a petite body. I had no memory of her but, somehow, I felt drawn to her. Felt strongly towards her. Protective of her. The woman slowly turned around…

A small ping came from my phone, snapping me to my senses.

>>>

The bottom of the old dresser drawer dung uncomfortably into my fingers as Bart and I carried it up the stairs. Bart had texted me and asked if I could help him move some new furniture into the vacant bedroom in their house. I had already been awake from spending that whole night preparing for Victor’s meeting that day so I accepted. When I had come over they had greeted me with the news that Maria had gotten a call from the foster care center and was asked if she could take in another kid. She gladly accepted and had splurged on items to fill the room with to make it homey. She refused to tell us anything about the new kid but, from the items she chose to decorate the room, it was going to be another girl.

“Why did we need to get a new dresser?” Bart grunted as he adjusted his grip, “We still have Evie’s old dresser upstairs.”

“This new kid doesn’t deserve any hand me downs!” Maria stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at us with worry and excitement in her eyes, “They deserve to be greeted and welcomed home with things just as new as they are! Besides, Evie’s old dresser is in the guest room. And I am not going to try to move that one again.”

“Bart, you can give me more weight,” I reassured as he struggled to lift the dresser, “I can take it.”

“Nope!” He huffed through his cheerful smile, “You were asked to help, not to hold the team.”

“It’s nothing. I normally take this time to exercise anyway. I could use a challenge.”

“No need to show me up in front of my wife, Ikamara.”

I rolled my eyes as Bart continued to struggle. The dresser weighed nothing to me thanks to my Evol, but waiting for Bart to take the next step on the stairs caused the weight of the dressers to ding into my skin uncomfortably. It was then that I was once again thankful for the nerve damage in my left arm. “So, Maria.” I casually made conversation as Bart murmured to himself angrily, “Tell me more about this kid. How old are they?”

“It’s a surprise!” Maria giggled and bounced in place slightly.

“Really? Are we still on that?” I rolled my eyes, “Can’t we just skip the stage of playful teasing and to the point where you break and tell me everything anyway?”

“No way! I’m going to hold off on this one!” Maria had played this game far too often. Luckily for me, I knew just the right buttons to press to get her to talk.

“Whatever, I’m just excited for another girl.” I said this casually. Casually enough to send Maria spiraling.

“AH! ME TOO! I FINALLY HAVE A GIRL IN THIS HOUSE WHO IS OLD ENOUGH TO-” Maria caught the sight of my arched eyebrow and the smirk rising the corner of my lips, “... That was a cheap shot.”

“It was inevitable.” I redirected my attention to Bart, who was trying to find a different grip on the dresser. I sighed and repositioned my hands on the dresser so that I could support more of the weight. I raised the dresser slightly.

“Hah!” Bart exclaimed, finally finding a good spot to hold on the dresser, “I’ve got it now! Ok, Evie, start making your way up the stairs.”

“Finally.” I sighed, moving slowly up the stairs, “Ok, Maria, You can continue telling me about your new daughter.”

“Ok!” Maria clapped her hands and leaned on the railing as she giggled like a teenager talking about their new crush, “Her name is Adrienne. She is seventeen, really loves to listen to music, is super good in school and is exceptional with kids-”

“But...” I egged.

“But?”

“You only use such over the top adjectives when there is a ‘but’ coming. What’s wrong with her?”

Maria scoffed but, after catching my eye, she sighed, “... She is a flight risk. And I was warned she likes to talk back and rebel a lot. She hates being a foster child and often runs away to try to get back to her parents, who have been called out to a business trip for a few years in The States. So Evie, I know I’ve asked a lot of you lately, but,” I had finally hit the top stair and placed the dresser on the ground when Maria rested a hand on my shoulder, making me face her, “I need you to come over tomorrow for dinner. She’ll have moved in by that evening. I want you to show her this place isn’t as bad as she may think. I want her to stay here until her parents come back. I know you know how it feels to stay here for a long time so… maybe-”

“I’ll be there.” I interrupted Maria. Her eyes brimmed with excitement and her smile widened. She jumped into my stomach, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Thank you!” She bounced slightly, nudging her head under my chin.

“Yeah, yeah.” I patted her awkwardly on the back, “First we’ve got to move her in. Bart,” I looked over to Bart, who had sprawled himself out on the floor, “You ready?”

“Gimme… a… second.” Bart panted, raising a limp finger. He took a deep breath and slowly raised himself off of the floor. He cursed under his breath as he stretched his back.

“Swear jar.” Ashton pushed Bart out of the way as he came from the bathroom behind him.

“Jeez, dad. You’ve seen better days.” Sam teased as he followed Ashton out of the bathroom and prodded Bart’s side.

“Don’t make me ground you, mister.” Bart teased back, glaring playfully at the boy beside him.

“You’d have to find it first.” Sam laughed and rolled his eyes. They fell on me and his snarky expression changed to a happy one, “Ike! When did you get here??” I checked my watch as Sam made his way over to me.

“A little over an hour ago.” I accepted Sam’s hug with a couple of pats, “And we have only moved one piece of furniture.”

“It was the heaviest one!” Bart pouted, “You don’t have to be so rude about it!”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll have to leave soon to head to work”

“Oh yeah!” Bart’s tone changed dramatically as he smiled proudly at me, “Don’t you have that meeting with Victor today?”

“Don’t remind me.” I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes, “I've also got that new assistant that I need to train.”

“Oh yeah! What did you say his name was?” Bart tapped his chin in thought, “Michael?”

“Minor.” I corrected Bart as I nudged Sam off of me. He complied and I repositioned myself in front of the dresser, “Let’s get this done so I can get going. Ready?” Bart grumbled but positioned himself across from the dresser as well, “One… two…”

“Isn’t your date with Lucien today as well?” Sam sweetly asked from next to me.

I froze. After the events of the past week with Gavin and the warehouse, I had completely forgotten about my da-... meeting with Lucien. Whether that was because I was distracted or because I was suppressing the thought, I didn’t know. What I did know was that it was that night.

... And I had completely forgotten to tell Maria.

“DATE?!” Maria nearly exploded. I shook my head and focused on the dresser again

“Three.” I moved to lift it but Bart stood from his spot on the dresser.

“You got a date with Lucien?!” Bart smiled widely at me.

“I guess we are talking about this now,” I sighed, letting go of the dresser and standing as I spoke, “It’s not a date. It’s a meeting to talk about the psychology of our show. He is only there to give me tips.”

“Oh really?” Maria teased, “When will this meeting be?”

“After my meeting with Victor.”

“So after the hours you are working?” Bart chimed in, giving his wife a knowing look.

“That was the only time he was available.”

“Is he going to be the one picking you up?” Now Sam was asking questions.

“I don’t know!” My voice became an octave higher than normal, “When did this become a game of twenty questions?! I-” A small ping came from my pocket. I grumbled as I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a message. My heart skipped I read the recipient’s name. That man had impeccable timing.

“Speak of the devil!” Maria had peered over my shoulder and read the notification on my screen. Bart and Sam soon found their way next to me to look at the screen as well.

“Well?!” Sam cheered, craning his neck slightly, “Open it!” I hesitated for a moment, then opened the message.

I am looking forward to our date tonight.

“Ha!” Everyone around me exclaimed haughtily. Maria, Bart, and Sam exchanged high fives. I sighed and rubbed my temples. These people were going to be the death of me. Another text from Lucien appeared on screen.

I have a wonderful place in mind for dinner. Do you have any allergies?

I quickly texted back.

I don’t remember agreeing that this would be a date.

I didn’t wait long for a response.

I’m sorry but I assumed that was what you intended.

“What are you doing?!” Maria pulled the phone from my hand and read the last texts, “You’re going to blow it!”

“Maybe that’s my intention.” I reached to take back the phone but Maria pulled it away from my reach.

“Ike, this is your first date! Are you sure you want to call it off?!” begged Maria.

“I didn’t even know it was a date! Give me my phone!” I moved to take it again but Sam pushed on my stomach. I looked down annoyed at him but my face melted when our eyes met. His eyes were big and his bottom lip was puffed out.

“He said he was looking forward to it.” Sam’s voice was higher pitched and whiny. As much as I hated to admit it, Sam's puppy eyes always got to me.

“Oh don’t give me that.” I whined rubbing my eyes to avoid meeting Sam’s, “I’m not ready to date anyone! Let alone someone like Lucien!”

“When will you ever be ready?” Sam’s question made me stop my movements. I finally met his gaze. He hadn’t dropped his puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Evie,” Sam continued to beg, “Give him a chance? For me?” Words jumbled themselves inside of my head as I tried looking for an excuse to say no… Ugh, how could he be so good at those eyes? A small ping came from my phone.

“He sent another message!” Maria gasped. I held back the urge to tackle her as I held out my hand. Maria looked hesitant, but after one raise of my eyebrow, she sighed and placed the phone in my palm. I looked at the message.

Would you prefer it to be purely professional?

My thumb hung over the keyboard, my stomach turning with anxiety. I should have known that was his intention… Still, this would be my first date with anyone. Ever. Was I willing to have Lucien become someone that I dated? Do I really feel comfortable with dating in general?

I looked back down at Sam. His puppy dog eyes were gone. He looked at me with genuine determination and hope. I sighed and looked back at my phone. I quickly typed a reply before I could talk myself out of it.

No. Where are we meeting?

Sam pulled down my arm to look at the screen. His expression changed as a huge smile rose across his cheeks. He cheered and replaced his arms around my stomach.

“Yeah, yeah.” I mumbled, patting his back, “But that is the last time I am letting those stupid eyes get to me.” Maria and Bart had found their way behind me and had read the text as well.

“This will be good for you, Evie.” Bart assured me, patting me on the back, “It’ll get you out of your head and into the world for a change.”

“Not to mention Lucien is a really good guy.” Maria beamed as I tucked my phone in my pocket, “He’ll be a good first date!”

“Right.” I disregarded their words and checked my watch,

“Not to mention good looking-”

“I need to go. Maria, could you help Bart with the rest of the furniture or do you need me?”

“No,” Maria shook her head and rolled up her sleeves, “We’ve got it from here. Have a great day, sweetie! Don't forget to come by tomorrow for dinner!” I nodded and started heading down the stairs. Bart and Maria assumed their positions by the dresser and Sam walked to his room, but another ping from my phone caused everyone to stop in their tracks. “What did he say!?” Maria bounced in place.

“Good bye!” I called behind me, continuing my walk down the stairs slightly faster this time. It wasn’t until I was outside the front door did I check the unread message.

No need to worry about that. I’ll come to pick you up. Where will you be after your meeting?

My stomach turned once again.

I can drive myself.

Lucien replied almost immediately.

I insist.

There was no winning with this guy...

...LFG. 6:00. Don’t be late.

I put my phone back in my pocket and closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath of the morning air. Six o’clock was twelve hours away. That is just enough time to mentally prepare myself to open up to a person… after years of shutting people out… it took me three months just to talk to my foster family… oh boy.

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#I love the little mishaps #just cute moments that reflect human behavior #how adorable #it also shows Lucien's sweet but persuasive side #so cute #mlqc #mlqc fanfiction #mlqc lucien #mlqc lucien fluff #mr love #ikamara bikira story #ikamara's story #mr love ikes choice #lucien fluff #mlqc oc #oc #mlqc fluff #cute mishap

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wildmichaelflower · 6 years ago

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C.H. - Diving Into the Dark CH 1 (werewolf!5SOS)

(GIF is not mine, credit to the owner)

Calum took another hit of his cigarette, closing his eyes and doing his best to ignore his surroundings. He was in one of the biggest clubs in Los Angeles, but it was hardly by choice. As an Alpha-Descent of the Sydney clan, it was expected out of him that he attended the monthly mating nights. If he had it his way, however, Calum would never have left his apartment tonight. Hell, he might not have left his bed as he spent the night watching Netflix.

He sighed as he finished his cigarette, snubbing the fire out before tossing the butt into the ashtray. Picking up his glass of whiskey, he walked to the edge of the balcony, resting his arms against the railing as he looked out into the city. It was beautiful, he couldn’t deny that, especially with the view he currently had, but he also knew that being assigned here was a punishment from his parents after he had confessed to them in front of the council that he no longer wanted to partake in the traditional mating nights. There was some tension between the three of them after that, and before he knew it, he was here. His parents were now an ocean away, but he knew they would still find out if he didn’t attend the make an appearance at nights like these.

He sighed then took a short sip of his drink, ignoring as it burned his throat. Even he didn’t know why he was so hostile towards this tradition. It wasn’t that he was against tradition; this was one of the few that didn’t seem outdated; and and he was only twenty-three, too young to be cynical about love, but he had had some experiences that made him wary. Wary of love or people in general who got close to, he wasn’t sure, but but it wasn’t long before he became aware that, because of his Alpha-descent status, there were many wolves who who were all too eager to get close to him not for his company, but to instead his name to get ahead in their city’s clans.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts before turning away from the city, going to sit down on one of the couches again. The party was still in full swing downstairs, but Calum was happy waiting alone on the balcony while his friends, Ashton and Michael, tried their luck in finding their mates. Their other friend, Luke, was at home, as he was lucky enough to have found his mate, Aveline. The two had met at the first full moon of the year, and the two were already in the works of moving in together. To a human, Calum figured, it would seem they were moving too fast, but to a werewolf, you practically became engaged when you found your mate. Beyond that, Calum wasn’t sure how mating worked. Luke described it that it’s like you were in a dark room but your eyes are adjusted, but seeing your soulmate is seeing the light for the first time, and the things in the room make more sense. He was happy for his friend, but even after that, he was in no rush to find his mate. He finished his drink then sat the glass down on the table.

The club he was at was called White Moon, a little too on the nose for Calum’s liking, but it got the message to the wolves in town that this was a space for them, and to the humans that stopped in, they were intrigued by how mysterious it was. Lucky for Calum, since it was a full moon, he and the other wolves would be the only ones allowed into the VIP lounges, hence why he was all alone on the balcony that night. When he arrived with Ashton and Michael, he told them he was going to order a drink then head upstairs in case they needed him, and considering he hadn’t seen them in almost an hour, he figured they were doing ok without him. Even if they didn’t find soulmates tonight, they could still find someone to hookup with, something that Calum had done before he lost interest in the whole matter.

The club owner, an Alpha on the Los Angeles clan council, had assured him that his staff, all human, would never bother him intentionally, but would check to see if he needed anything, and would provide him with anything the bar had in stock. He had hoped that Calum and his daughter would mate, but after realizing that wouldn’t happen, still wished he enjoyed himself the best he could on these nights, which Calum appreciated. He even got to know the staff a bit in the year he had been here. He knew that it was around the time of the night where either Julia or Noah would come check on him. He enjoyed talking to them about their human lives, something many of the older wolves seemed too good for. Calum always had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes or saying something when an elder mocked the human waitstaff at council meals, and he considered himself lucky that his parents raised him and his sister to respect everyone, and knew he was extremely lucky that his closest friends were raised with the same belief.

Julia learned right away what Calum’s favorite drinks were and never bothered asking what he needed, just brought him his favorite bottle of whiskey and several bottles of water, and did her best to refuse the tip he offered her, but he also knew that she put every cent she made to her son. Noah didn’t have the memory like Julia, but he provided helpful advice to Calum when he first arrived in the city, and Calum was amazed by his ability to spit out historical trivia. He didn’t resist tips like Julia did, but Calum knew that he also needed the money to help get himself through college. They were the closest Calum got to constant human interaction, and he was happy that they were nice people. He bit his lip as he checked the time, realizing that one of them would have been here by now. It wasn’t that he wanted to come off as obsessive, but he did want to make sure everything was ok in the bar. He tried to find their voices, but couldn’t find them. Not the biggest deal, he decided, they might have the night off.

The door opened a few minutes later and an unrecognizable voice spoke up, “Sorry to be late, Mister Hood. I’m new, and my boss just asked me to come check on the VIPs.” A young voice spoke up.

Calum nodded as he looked for a new cigarette in his jacket, not looking at the stranger quite yet, “It’s alright.. How is Mister Moran?”

“Oh you know, busy as always,” there was a smile in her voice.

Calum chuckled and nodded, placing the cigarette in his mouth then flicking his lighter, “And Julia and Noah..?”

“Julia called in tonight, her son is sick, and Noah, well..” She cleared her throat before continuing, “Noah is attending to the requests of some other VIPS..”

Calum frowned but nodded, he was unsure of who was taking advantage of the poor kid, but he knew they would go to sleep just fine after breaking his heart.

“Mister Moran did inform me that you like to be alone, so I’ll try to be quick. Is there anything I can get you?” She picked up the empty glass, and Calum took a hit of his smoke before looking up at her, widening his eyes as he felt his whole body warm up, but it wasn’t unbearable. If anything, it was like he hadn’t realized how cold he was, and he happily accepted the heat like his life depended on it.

The stranger, who’s name Calum hadn’t even learned yet, looked into his eyes then took a step back, as if she had lost her balance.

“S-sorry,” she stumbled, “Got a little dizzy there..”

Calum felt his body temperature returning to normal but struggled to find words.

Speak, damn it, he thought to himself, but he didn’t have the strength to say a word.

The waitress smiled weakly, “Sorry for bothering you Mister Hood, I can see you’re not in the mood to talk, I’ll just refill your drink and be back as soon as I can.” She hurried back inside and Calum took a deep breath before burying his head in his hands.

He just found his soulmate, he had no idea what her name was, and she was human.

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S T A I R W A Y T O H E A V E N.

: — ;Solo # 4 — ; Mid October Two Thousand Ninteen — ;Trigger warning: Mentions of an Eating Disorder — ; Song: Stairway To Heaven By Led Zepplin

— ; Admin Notes: This is Elsa’s current state. After our Royal Pains hiatus I figured we all needed starting points and explanations for our character’s absence. So, Elsa went to treatment for her ED from September to early November. She’s finally returned and basically is trying to get her life back on track. Her personality is still very much the same.

❝There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway to heaven There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving Ooh, it makes me wonder.❞ Elsa Grimaldi drew in a deep breath of air, pausing for a moment before exhaling. It had only been an hour since she was checked in but time was dragging by. Each excruciating minute after the next burned her up inside. It felt like a fire was raging itself through her body, destroying whatever stood in its path. Since arriving at the Eating Disorders clinic Elsa couldn't help but to notice how everyone kept acting like she was at some world star resort. All of the employees hid the depressing atmosphere with painted on smiles and matching lilac colored outfits, as if they weren't here to watch people literally kill themselves. At the Estate her absence was announced as a "retreat" which pissed the girl off even more. While her self confidence was low and she hated what she saw in the mirror, Elsa was never embarrassed of her Anorexia. It was very much part of herself, ingrained in every essence of her being. So, sugar coating the fact that she was dying infuriated the girl. The disease was a long time best friend, a trait in her personality, she was protective over the thing that had been destroying her body for the last five years. The first weigh in however, was absolutely modifying. As the petite princess entered the sterile white doctors office the smell of alcohol and bleach invaded her senses. The faint smell of the lavender plant in the window made her laugh internally, as if they could cover up the smell of sickness. As the girl was instructed to drop her white robe by a man with a friendly smile she couldn't help but to internally panic. It was something Elsa Grimaldi would never admit but, she was filled with an overwhelming anxiety about stripping off in front of anyone. Outwardly she gave off a confident, almost cocky, persona. But, that was a front, on the inside she was about as small and as fragile as one could be. The only man who had ever seen her fully naked was her ex, Ashton Deutch, and that took a lot of courage. So, the girl could feel the tears that began to prick at her white chocolate orbs. She slowly untied the wrap that held the robe to her small frame. Then, she dropped the piece of clothing. Why did it have to be a man? "Alright Ms.Grimaldi, go ahead and step up onto that scale right there. Once it beeps just hop off, put the robe on and head over to room 203." The man spoke kindly but rather monotone as he went through the motions, staring down at his clipboard. Elsa couldn't look back at him though, she was frozen in fear. This was exactly what she was afraid of, standing on the scale stark naked as she confronted exactly what she was terrified of, herself. Tears begun to fall over her hollowed cheeks as she stood there, staring down at the sleek glass scale, listening to it taunt her. "Is everything alright? I can get a female nurse over here if that's what would make you comfortable-" the man continued, interrupted by the soft voice of Elsa, a contrast to her usual direct tone. “No, I- I’m fine. Just, um.. just one moment please.” She trailed off, her arms wrapped around the thin frame of skin and bones that held her up and barley kept her heart beating. The French girl drew in another deep breath, trying to find the courage to step on the scale. Getting on it meant starting recovery. It meant acknowledging that she was sick. It meant coming to terms with the fact that she was dying. Getting on that scale meant so many things Elsa was afraid to come face. “I promise everything is going to be alright.” The voice spoke out again, softer than before. Elsa nodded once, long locks of chocolate colored hair falling in front of her face as she glanced down to watch her step. Slowly, she stood on the scale, her eyes shutting as she willed her mind to take her away from this current moment. After a few unbearable seconds the man thanked her and handed Elsa back her robe. The initial evaluation wasn’t good, she knew that. Prior to the weigh-in her vitals were also checked and various other minor things. She knew the results were bad just from looking at his expression. Quickly, she dressed again and dipped out of the room to find where she would be staying for the next to weeks before the male nurse could say anything further. After settling into her room, or more like pacing around, Elsa was summoned to a house meeting to hear the rules. Then, it was dinner time. She dreaded it, absolutely despised meal times with every single fiber of her being. Elsa Grimaldi had an addictive personality. When it came to liquor, shopping, men see it once and she was hooked. As a small child Elsa remembered the first Audrey Hepburn movie she watched, then rewatched twenty six times that month- Roman Holiday. It was a movie about a young princess who yearns to experience a normal life and ends up escaping and finding love in an ordinary man. Something about that movie called out to her. Her addictive personality only grew more intense with age. She continued to latch onto and devour the same obsessions. That is until she came face to face with her eating disorder. Food became her newest addiction, the rush and control she felt. But, as the years went on her eating disorder began to control her and run Elsa’s life. So, as she sat in the chair, petite frame rigid and small as she stared down at the plate of food. It started with something small for her first day, tomato soup. Every patient had a specialized meal plan along with their overall treatment plan. Tomato soup was a staple in her diet back in France. So, while the familiarity was comforting it only annoyed the girl more. Slowly, she lifted her spoon, dipping it into the vivid red liquid as she began to stir absentmindedly. The Parisian woman noted how the liquid reminded her of blood, undeniably so. “Elsa-“ The voice broke her out of the trance she was in. “A bite, just one.” The voice repeated, an older female counselor. “I promise you, the road to recovery starts with one bite. I know it’s incredibly difficult, but remember why you’re here, your baby boy.” The girl hated that, she despised it. They used her son as leverage. But, she couldn’t quite be mad. Using the baby as a way to save her life wasn’t exactly criminal. Elsa promised the infant, or promised herself, that she was going to be around to watch Grayson grow up. She would be the mother she never had and unconditionally and fiercely protect the child she had carried and loved for nine months. It wasn’t like the Parisian girl to grow attached to another person. Her deepest longest bonds had been with her brother, her own father and the father of her child. They were all complex, one of those relationships being deemed as toxic by her therapist. Another body she had developed recently was with a man of authority, an Italian man she had no businesses even talking to. Yet, all of her dynamics with men were complicated and took a toll on the girl. So, she wanted to get it right with Grayson, her child. With a deep heaving sigh Elsa lifted up her spoon. Her hand shook slightly as she held the utensil up to her plumped lips. With big Bambi like eyes she glanced up at the personal therapist on her case, the friendly woman giving her a reassuring smile as she nodded once. Carefully, she inched the spoon closer to her mouth, quickly slipping on the red liquid and then pulling the spoon back once more. “Good, that’s good Elsa. Progress is important. Yesterday you were almost in Kidney failure. Today, you’re out of bed and participating. I’m proud of you-“ the woman chided with a friendly smile, gently patting Elsa’s frail shoulder as she stood up to fetch the woman a glass of water and her medicine for the meal; antidepressants and vitamins. As Elsa processed everything she caught her reflection in the spoon. Her wide eyed staring back at her, empty and scared. She didn’t realize what she looked like. She was no longer the fiery woman who hid behind insults, attitude and an ice wall. Her defenses had been stripped down and she was Elsa, that little vulnerable French girl. For the second time that day her eyes began to well up with tears. Silently, she let them fall, holding the spoon as she watched tears adorn her cheeks. She truly saw herself, the person she used to recognize. This was the start of something, Elsa thought to herself. a faint smile dancing across her tired features as she dipped the spoon back into the soup, taking another cautious bite as she began to eat.

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