#springer hunting

[largemouthbassnation]

Pheasant Hunting with Springer Spaniel! Quick Limit! Flush & Retrieve!!

Veterans Day 2022 Pheasant Hunt with my 18-month-old English Springer Spaniel Reese. Birds held tight and … source

[folk-hound]

This springer spaniel had a good hunt today 🐶🪶

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

I loved my uncle’s springer spaniels growing up. they hunted pheasants with him

I’ve always found the relationship between people and working dogs amazing. somehow we learned to communicate such complex things between two different species???

it’s amazing how much some dogs can understand

(not my dog though. we wanted a dumb dog and we got one. it means he’s slow to learn new things but he’s also unlikely to get in trouble. it took him a couple weeks to understand stairs. it took him at least six months to learn ‘sit’ despite regular repetition. he’s small and lazy and food motivated and sweet and perfect for us)

he likes sleeping between two dog beds. you’d think a jack russell/chihuahua would be a terrible mix but he’s pretty chill

[dogfancier]

Anthony of Chancefield (english springer spaniel) 1927

[b3ar-d4ddy]

⚠️HAZARD⚠️

[silent-hill-radio-repairs]

I'm so sorry baby, but its just too hot to go outside, we WILL melt out there

[petportraitsbyheatherlovelace]

A commissioned portrait of their English Springer Spaniel named Maggie. Staedtler Mars Lumograph pencils used on 14″X17″ Strathmore paper.

[monstrosibee]

One of my fav things at work is when we have a double petter appointment at work and the 2 animals come in and the parent is like oh they love each other so much and it's clear they do but one of the animals is the cutest thing you've ever seen and then the other is just THE most fucked up looking beast ever. Hair everywhere the most crooked jaw possible eyes that point opposite directions etc etc. This happens most often in dogs because we've made some fucked up looking dogs even just on accident but it can happen in any animal too (I find cats come a close second)

And of course the fucked up one is sweet too it's just so funny. I'll get it sometimes w people who have a pure bred dog from a breeder and then a rescue dog. Like hello this is Stacy wilmington the fourth she's from a 300 year old pure bred family of springer spaniels and came third in the world championship hunting dog contest. Also this is her sister trampoline she's some kind of chihuahua terrier carrier pigeon mix we found her in the sewer abd she keeps Stacy wilmington from going on a mass crime spree : ) sometimes we put hats on her to hide that she's missing an ear because it makes her self conscious

[studiok928]

Commission. Hunting dogs Graphite.

[largemouthbassnation]

Springer Spaniel out of control?

Train your dog to work for you,not himself..How to train a Spaniel to hunt close.Support my channel at … source

[harvestheart]

good looking springer spaniel

[midnightwriter21]

aot hcs: them as boyfriends

characters: levi, eren, connie

warnings: i have the mouth of a sailor im srry

an: first aot fic lesss gooooooo!!! lmk if y’all want another part with diff characters!!

LEVI ACKERMAN

*sigh* he's so girlfriend

starting off strong...

this man is NAWT kissing you in public lololol

he's got a reputation to uphold

however!!

he will show pda in much smaller, more subtle ways

walking down the street, he's offering his arm for you to loop yours through

or guiding you with a hand on your lower back

if y'all are walking through a crowd he is CRUSHING your hand with his grip

he's not trying to hurt your hand haha

he's just strong, can't see over peoples heads, and doesn't wanna lose you in the sea of people

he'll keep that unbothered bored look on his face but just know that on the inside that this man is stressed lmfao

alsoooo

service bf to the maxxxxx

dude is not good with expressing his feelings

especially romantic ones lol

so he expresses his love by doing little tasks for you

oh you forgot to get food for your cat?

levi already has it

can't get that jar of pickles open?

he's snatching it out your hands and popping it open

and you already know your house is about to be the CLEANEST its ever been on god

next

i feel so bad

for the person to shit talk you in front of levi

on my mama let somebody say something slick lmfaooo

he is not gonna let it slide

forget getting physically violent

this mans mouth is absolutely DIABOLICAL

in more ways than one if ur picking up what im putting down

*ahem* will make said person cry with his words alone

period.

EREN YEAGER

meowwwwwwwww

bark bark bark

*insert other animal noise here*

huh? somebody say something?

no? okay

AHEM

this man right here? cocky asf

dude is fine

and knows it too

and he knows y’all make a FINEEEE ASS COUPLE

shows you and your relationship off all the time

not a day goes by where he’s not posting you on social media

and he coordinates yalls outfits too omg

he makes sure his clothes match yours

not exactly matching ofc but the colors

if ur wearing a red dress to an event

he’s wearing a red tie

it’s a casual day and you’re wearing a blue shirt or dress?

his shoes/accessories/etc. are gonna be the same color

it’s an aesthetic that he keeps up with. period.

also he CANNOT keep ur name out his mouth

brings you up in every conversation possible

“i think y/n mentioned wanting to go see that movie too. was it good?”

“nah sorry, my girl said she wants to have a date night soon so i’ll have to pass. we can make plans another day though.”

“i gotta go to the store when i leave here. i wanna get some stuff to surprise my girlfriend, y/n, when i get home.”

and he is handsy asf

bro is touching you at all times swear

it’s impossible to walk past this man without him latching onto you and lathering you in kisses and feeling you up

in public he’s gonna keep it respectful tho

unless he knows he won’t get caught lmfao

introduces you to mikasa and armin

wants all of the important people in his life to get along ofc

i love him sm

CONNIE SPRINGER

let’s get right into it shall we?

as soon as y’all make it official

i mean the MINUTE y’all are boyfriend girlfriend

he’s calling up all his friends to tell them the news

and then he’s making plans for them to meet up so he can introduce you

i feel like he takes you on a lot of fun dates

y’all don’t jus go get dinner and then go home

that’s too lame for connie

he’s taking you to laser tag, haunted houses, trampoline parks, etc.

and let me tell you this rn

come close

connie is NOT teaming up with you for laser tag

he’s making sure he’s on the opposite team so he can’t hunt you down over and over

will not take it easy on you idc

anyways… when y’all do go to dinner

7/10 times sasha is third wheeling yall

maybe jean too lol

idk i jus think that for connie it’s “the more the merrier”

especially since dinner isn’t something that’s gonna get his blood pumping yk?

but at least y’all can all get drunk and be funny together as a group right?

connie is so incredibly dedicated to being a dumbass around you

like as long as it makes you laugh, nothing is off limits

bro is constantly cracking jokes, telling embarrassing stories, doing stupid shit in public

he wants you happy. at. all. times.

this being said

if ur sad connie is doing anything and everything to cheer you up

i’m talking getting you ur fav snacks, renting that movie you always talk about, and pulling you close for a snuggle

yeah so i want to eat him basically

[theballadofharkness]

Witch hunt (pt. 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Your first day at Harkness and Vidal Private Investigators is begins and so does your first case.

Words: 2.3K

A/N: Part 2 is here! Please let me know what you think and any requests of how you’d like this to go! No smut this chapter either unfortunately but it’s coming…🪻💜

“Lorna over here!”

“Give us a smile Lorna!”

“Lorna turn around!” Camera shutters flashed brightly as she walked out of the bar and into the white streets of East View, her emerald green dress glistening under the street lamps.

Fine, just the one. Lorna looked over her shoulder, her red lips flashing a smile for her admirers. She knew that she’d undoubtedly be signing prints of this very smile by daybreak, decidedly less glamorous once she had wrestled Alice out of bed and made sure she was ready for the day before she headed to the studio. A shiver ran down her spine as her body acclimated to the cold weather of the winter's night, scrunching her nose as a snowflake landed on its tip. Time for home. Perhaps if her driver ran a red light or two she’d be home before Alice fell asleep. Alice was always nicer when she was half asleep. Most teenagers were.

Thankfully, her driver was waiting outside, opening the car door like the true gentleman she paid him to be. “Alright that’s enough” he stepped in front of her as she climbed in, grabbing her shawl from the backseat and wrapping it around her shoulders, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to get the blood flowing again.

As she gazed out of her window, hand propping up her chin, she noticed some commotion outside a club, or what she thought was a club. Perhaps the kids at her show had decided to utilise those fake ID’s to keep the party going. As the car approached closer to the neon green lights she inspected the scene intently, trying to garner just what was going on. In the middle of the group, still and silent, was a man in a mask. A red skull of some kind with sharp white teeth and yellow sunken eyes. Thin black tendrils of hair obscured her view of the monster's face but whatever it was made her shiver. She felt as if it was looking right at her. Waiting. “Can you hurry up?” She broke the gaze with her masked devil and turned to her driver. “I want to make it for Alice’s bedtime.”

~ 20 years later ~

“Morning” you regarded Billy as you approached the purple door.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here so early?” He asked, clearly too tired to engage in any pleasantries or small talk.

“I work here. As of today, I thought I’d make a good first impression and Agatha failed to tell me when to come in so I guessed.” you shrugged, walking past him and punching in the key code to enter.

“Oh! Well I like to get here before Agatha, you know take time to clean up her office, make her coffee, get her files for the day's work out on her desk…” He rushed to catch up with you

“She wasn’t joking then when she called you her pet then” You chuckled. “I can see you as an eager springer spaniel”

“I’m not her pet!” He protested, passing you on the stairs to unlock the door to the office. “I’m her apprentice and I happen to be a vital member of the team- I swear I locked this last night…” he frowned as he pushed open the door which was already ajar.

You both peered into the office to find a woman pacing absently around the room, one hand stuffed in her leather biker jacket pocket, the other holding a cigarette.

“Sorry this is a no smoking building” Billy plucked up the courage to approach the leather clad woman waiting in the office, the sound of her heavy boots against the wooden floor reverberating around the room.

“Sorry teen” she dropped the butt into an old cup of coffee perched on his desk. “So… the famous Agatha Harkness doesn’t do mornings or is too busy to show up to her office?” she turned to regard him fully.

“It’s Billy. ” he shot back, hanging up his backpack by the door.

“And you are…?” The woman looked you up and down

“How did you get into the office?” You asked instead, feeling less charitable than Billy, to share any personal details before you found out why she was standing in Agatha’s office.

“I’m a cop. Eastview,” She shrugged. “Or… was a cop I guess. So are you going to get me an appointment with Agatha or not?”

“Yes! Y-yes of course. So um, how can we help you?” He scrambled to get a pad and a pen to helpfully begin taking notes. You were less helpful.

“Why don’t you make an appointment for Miss Harkness like her usual clients and maybe I won’t mention the whole breaking and entering thing.” You crossed your arms.

“No need kitten, I’m right here” An imposing voice filled the room, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on edge. She was here. “How can I help you?” she turned her attention away from you to whoever had broken into her office. You couldn’t help but feel the pang of jealousy as her bright blue eyes no longer gazed upon you.

“Alice. Alice Wu Gulliver. Heard you were good at solving mysteries” She shrugged noncommittally, though with the way she hadn’t untensed her shoulders you guessed this was a bigger deal than she was downplaying it to be.

“The best” Billy butted into the conversation.

“It’s true, I really am exceptional” Agatha said smoothly, her tone taking on an air of superiority as she strode past you, swishing her long coat dramatically as she adjourned to her private office in the back where the ‘Vidal’ from ‘Harkness and Vidal Private Investigation’ had been scratched off the printed glass so aggressively you were surprised the pane hadn’t shattered. “Kitten. Follow.” she called behind her, your feet scrambling to follow as Billy smiled apologetically at the woman you now knew to be Alice for Agatha’s theatrics. “I want you to take notes” she instructed before she beckoned Alice into the dimly lit room, blinds shut to keep out the harsh glare of the morning sun. She leaned back in her chair, appraising Alice with narrowed, calculating eyes. “What can I do for you?”

“I want you to find someone for me.” She looked around the room as she shoved both hands in her pockets nervously. “I don’t have much, but with one of my moms songs in that new A24 witch movie I’ll get some royalties.”

“Wait… you're Lorna Wu’s daughter?” Your eyes widened in recognition.

“Lorna Wu? As in Lorna Wu and the Coral Shore?” Billy poked his head round the door, revealing that he’d been eavesdropping on Agatha’s meeting much to her disdain.

“Uh yeah.. Yeah I am.”

“Holy shit” you smiled at her “my mom loved that band. She wanted the Ballad of the Witches Road played at her funeral” you shared with her, feeling Agatha’s gaze fall back to you, tilting her head as if deep in thought. Your cheeks flushed, maybe you’d shared too much. “Sorry you were saying”

“I uh… I want to know what happened. To my mother.” She addressed Agatha.

“Didn’t she die on her last tour?” Billy frowned. “I wikipediaed her for my 10th grade hero project.. Her car caught on fire after it skidded off the road…it was a tragic accident”

“I don’t buy it.” She turned to him sharply. “Before she… before the fire she became paranoid. She made me get a tattoo of some kind of protection symbol to ward off curses… I was only 13. I think someone… something… was after her. Look she was… different… but she wasn’t crazy. I used to be a cop I’ve seen crazy.” She looked at Agatha pleadingly.

“Why now?” Agatha asked her, leaning forward over the desk into her personal space to study Alice’s face closer. “Why does Alice want to find out what happened to mommy now?”

“Excuse me?” Alice instinctively pulled back, tucking a piece of orange hair behind her ear nervously. “I.. I guess I’ve had the time to think about her. Had a string of bad luck, lost my job at the station… got a job in security… lost that… times like this you miss your mom” she explained, her eyes shifting to various points in the room, unable to hold eye contact. You suspected that her tale of recent misfortune wasn’t the whole story but you didn’t want to encroach on Agatha’s meeting with Alice by butting into her interview. You made a note of it for later.

Why now??? Doesn't add up.

“Ok” Agatha clapped her hands together as she rose from her desk. “Billy will break down the costs at his desk. We will be in touch”

“If you’d like to follow me Miss. Wu-Gulliver” Billy opened the door to let her out.

“Alice is fine” She mumbled as she followed him out the room.

You waited till the door swung back closed and turned to Agatha, breath caught in your throat as she looked up from her paperwork, her sharp, knowing eyes fixing on you like she already had the answer to a question you didn’t know was being asked. “So, what did you think?” She asked you conversationally, though you gathered you were being tested.

“She’s hiding something. I don’t buy that after over 20 years, she suddenly decided to put all her non-existent finances towards digging into her mothers death.” You tried to sound confident in your deductions, taking a step back from the desk to put some space between the two of you so your answers could remain coherent. If she was indeed testing you, you planned to pass with flying colours.

“Oh? Well do continue Sherlock” she said, her voice smooth and commanding. It wasn’t a request.

“She couldn’t hold eye contact with you the whole time she was in the office. She was fidgeting nervously, playing with her hair, fiddling with the things in her pockets, pacing up and down the office before we arrived… She’s worried. And along with this string of bad luck she’s been having… Maybe she’s worried that whoever was after her mom is after her. Maybe that’s why she’s suddenly so interested in revisiting the past all of a sudden. Worried enough that she’s prepared to tank her finances into you. She had a hot topic shirt under that leather jacket. From her previous work in policing I’d say she's working at mall security which is minimum wage at best… definitely not enough disposable income to pay for you if she wasn’t sure this was her only option.” You bit your lip to stop speculating any further, feeling far too observed to continue.

“Look at you superstar” She leaned back with a quiet understated confidence that was just so Agatha. “You’ve been holding out on me,” she purred, tilting her head.

The room felt smaller now, the weight of her presence settling over you like a heavy cloak. Agatha leaned back in her chair, a smirk curling the corner of her lips. Her fingers drummed lightly on the dark wood, a rhythm that made your pulse quicken.

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you. Agatha leaned forward, the drumming of her fingers stopping as she rested her chin on her interlaced hands.

“Oh, I think you do,” she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’re clever, kitten. Too clever to play dumb with me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as she stood abruptly, the chair scraping back just enough to make the air crackle with tension. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she moved around the desk, and before you could step back, she was in front of you, impossibly close. Her perfume was heady, intoxicating, mingling with the ever-present scent of lavender.

“Agatha, I—”

She silenced you with a look, her lips quirking into that signature smirk of hers. “You talk too much,” she teased, her voice low and velvety. “Why don’t we go back to not talking hmm”

Before you could process what was happening, her hands were on your shoulders, firm but not unkind, guiding you back until you felt the edge of the desk press against you. The world narrowed to the space between you and her, the soft rustle of fabric and the sharp, electric intensity of her gaze. Her fingers trailed up to your jaw, tilting your face toward hers.

And then she kissed you.

It wasn’t tentative or shy. It was confident, commanding, the kind of kiss that demanded surrender. Her lips moved against yours with a purpose that made your knees weak, the desk behind you your only anchor. Time seemed to stop, the world outside her office ceasing to exist. When she finally pulled back, her breath mingling with yours, she let her fingers linger on your jaw, her thumb tracing a lazy line along your cheek.

“Now,” she said, her voice a husky murmur, “be a good girl and fetch me a coffee from Mrs. Hart’s bakery, we have a long day ahead of us.”

You stared at her, eyes wide and your heart racing, utterly captivated. “Anything for you Miss. Harkness” you breathed against her lips, lips trailing across her jawline and down her neck till you heard her breathing hitch. “Anything” you repeated softly before pulling away and hopping off the desk, making sure to walk with an added sway to your hips. You had a feeling that whatever she wanted, you’d end up giving it to her.

[dogfancier]

Emerald Bhoy (springer spaniel) published 1929

[hyperactively-me]

I know its super serious in kastron rn but imagine graves gifted reader her own puppy to train I know it would be hilarious 😂

oh my god i am obsessed with this!!!!!! i recently just got an 8 week old mini goldendoodle puppy so now we're like twins 😁 also, this won't fall in chronological order with the list i have going on, so this will be placed in an "extras" category! this new category will most likely be requests and/or works that i can't really find a good place to put them in chronological order!

king!ghost x reader -- puppy love ** extras

warnings: none

"So... what do you think, your majesty?"

You look at the small English springer spaniel puppy cradled in Graves' arms.

You can't help but smile at the sight of the adorable puppy nestled in Graves' arms. Its eyes, wide and curious, meet yours, and a tiny tail wags with boundless energy.

"Oh my gosh, she's so cute," you gush, reaching out to gently stroke the puppy's soft fur. "But, what's the occasion?"

"She wasn't responding well to the training for hunting, but I reckon she would have a better time inside the castle." With a shrug, he explains further, "But I also figured you could use a bit of company, your majesty. A loyal companion, perhaps."

Missing the way he looks at you smugly, you dote on the little spaniel.

"Hi baby," you coo softly, coming closer to pet the dog. She licks your fingers hesitantly, nuzzling into the palm of your hand.

"See? She loves ya already. Not surprised in the slightest."

You laugh awkwardly at that comment, but decide to brush it off. Graves has always been a bit peculiar to you, but now that he's giving you a puppy, you can't help but brush past the fact. You exchange a glance with Graves, his eyes holding a hint of something you can't quite place.

"Well, I appreciate the gesture, Graves. She's adorable," you say, smiling genuinely.

Graves chuckles, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Just a gesture of goodwill. Not a problem at all."

"Can I hold her?" you ask, looking up at his eyes.

"Why, of course," he says, flashing you a million-dollar smile. He lifts the puppy into your hold, making sure she's settled in your arms comfortably. As you cradle the little spaniel in your arms, you can't deny the growing joy in your chest. The puppy nuzzles against you, innocent and sweet.

"She's got a calm demeanor, perfect for keeping you company," Graves remarks, watching the interaction with an amused glint in his eye.

You chuckle, enjoying the warmth radiating from the small bundle in your arms. "Thank you, Graves. It's a thoughtful gift."

"Anything for you, your majesty," he says, inclining his head slightly. "Now, I'll leave you to get acquainted with her. I'm sure she'll keep you company well. Don't hesitate to reach out to me with any questions. I am the expert, after all."

You give him a lopsided smile, "Yup, noted. Thank you again."

Graves bows respectfully and turns to leave, leaving you alone with the puppy. As he walks away, you catch a shadow of a smirk on his face, but you shake off your apprehension, attributing it to his usual nature.

Excitement bubbles within you as you go to show Simon your new spaniel puppy in your arms. The joy radiates from your face as you rush to find Simon, eager to share the news.

Entering his private study, you find Simon engrossed in a letter, his brow furrowed in concentration. You clear your throat, and Simon looks up, his gaze meeting yours. Then his eyes trail to the puppy resting in your arms.

You can't contain your enthusiasm. "Graves got me a puppy! Look at her, Si, isn't she so cute?"

Your eyes are sparkling as you present the adorable little bundle of fur to Simon, hoping he shares in your excitement. The puppy wiggles in your arms, tiny tail wagging energetically.

Simon's gaze flickers from the puppy to you, a mixture of surprise and something you can't quite place crossing his features. "A puppy? Why?"

"He thought I could use some company," you explain, your excitement undiminished.

"Use some company—? But you have me?" Simon's reaction is less than enthusiastic.

You chuckle at Simon's slightly grumpy response. "Of course, I have you. But Graves thought a puppy would be a nice addition to the castle. And look at her, isn't she so sweet?"

"Graves, huh?" he mutters, a hint of grumble in his voice. How he wishes he thought of giving you a dog before Graves did.

You raise an eyebrow at his tone. "What's wrong? He's just being thoughtful."

Simon leans back, crossing his arms. "I dunno. He's always got something up his sleeve. He's a valuable member of staff here, I'll give him that. But he's just a bit... slinky."

You understand Simon's skepticism, given the tension that has always existed between him and Graves. You try to reassure him, "I know, but Simon, it's just a puppy. Look at her, she's harmless and absolutely adorable."

Simon's eyes remain fixed on the puppy, his expression still guarded. "I dunno about this, love. What's the real reason Graves gave you a puppy, hm?"

You sigh, realizing Simon is probably just jealous. "Si, he said the puppy wasn't responding well to hunting training, and he thought she'd be happier in the castle."

Simon grumbles under his breath, but he relents a bit. "Fine, but keep an eye on that dog." And I'll keep an eye on Graves, is what he wants to say, but he bites his tongue.

You nod, understanding Simon's concerns, and decide to change the subject. "Oh my god, isn't she the cutest thing?"

Simon rolls his eyes, but there's a warmth in them as he looks at the playful antics of the little spaniel. "Fine, she's cute."

He stands up from his desk as you circle around to him. Simon's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently pat the puppy's head. The puppy, sensing his mixed emotions, snuggles against Simon's hand, as if trying to win him over.

"Do you want to hold her?" You hold the puppy closer to Simon, who can't resist the charm of the tiny spaniel.

Simon hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, alright."

As you carefully transfer her into Simon's arms, you can't help but coo over how cute they both look. The puppy seems to work her magic on Simon, melting away his reservations, at least for the moment.

The small spaniel squirms a bit in Simon's arms, but soon settles, gazing up at him with trusting eyes. Simon, despite his initial resistance, finds himself chuckling as the puppy licks his fingers with enthusiasm. You notice the way his eyes soften, crinkling in the corners as he smiles.

"Such a sweet girl," he murmurs at the puppy, stroking her head gently.

"You should see yourself right now," you squeal giddily, the sight of a little puppy in your husband's arms making you melt.

Simon chuckles, "Yeah, she'll fit in here. Gonna train her well. Maybe she can be something like a guard dog."

. . .

A few weeks have passed, and training Stella has been nothing short of rewarding.

She's been such a good dog, already living up to Simon's expectations. He's such a softie with the dog, and you love to tease him about it.

Graves had shown up one day, inquiring about your puppy and how she's been getting along.

"Stella's been listening to my commands more easily these days," you say, kneeling on the floor as you pet Stella.

Graves nods thoughtfully, hands clasped behind his back as he observes Stella. Simon stands right behind you, arms crossed over his chest as he sizes up Graves.

"Indeed," Graves responds, his gaze focused on Stella. "She seems to be adapting well, better than she would have been in the fields. A fine addition, wouldn't you say, your majesty?" He looks up expectantly at Simon.

Simon grumbles a bit, trying to maintain a composed demeanor. "Yes, I do have to say she's quite lovely."

You continue rubbing Stella's belly, keenly aware of how Simon stands rigid beside you.

"So, because you're here, Graves, any tips on training? Or have I handled it quite well myself?" Simon asks, pride laced in his voice.

Graves, unfazed, chuckles. "Well, I'm always here for advice, your majesty. But it seems you've got everything under control."

Simon smirks, feeling a small victory. "That's what I thought."

You roll your eyes at Simon's response, hitting him in the ankle with your fist to get him to knock it off.

Graves smoothly shifts the conversation. "Training a dog is a team effort, wouldn't you agree, your majesty?"

Simon raises an eyebrow, catching the nuance in Graves' words. "Indeed, a team effort. We all contribute."

"Absolutely," you chime in, giving Simon and then Graves a pointed look. "And Stella is thriving with both of your contributions."

Simon scoffs under his breath, but doesn't say anything further.

Standing, you pick up Stella, holding her close to your chest.

"Thank you again for coming to check up on her, Graves. I appreciate it."

Graves offers a gracious nod. "It's my pleasure, your majesty. Stella is in good hands, I can see that."

Simon, still slightly on edge, adds, "And we're quite capable of taking care of her ourselves."

Graves raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Of course, your majesty. I never doubted that for a moment."

You shoot Simon a look, petting Stella.

Graves clears his throat. "In that case, I'll be on my way. But do let me know if you ever need any assistance, your majesties."

As Graves exits the room, you turn to Simon with an amused smile. "You know he's just messing with you, right?"

Simon grumbles, "I know, but he always has to have the last word."

You shake your head, handing Stella to Simon. She latches onto him, cuddling into his muscled arms.

"I still don't think I've ever seen anything cuter in my whole life," you say, your gaze fixated on Simon holding Stella.

"Get the court painter, it'll last longer."

"Ah, such a good idea Si! How does Thursday sound?"

"What? No—"

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(masterlist)

[silent-hill-radio-repairs]

Testing how far Atlas walks before checking if Im still with him. Couldnt be happier about the result.