#stop and listen next time you take a walk in a wooded area. just listen. can you hear one call in front of you one behind and two on sides

[squirrel-holes]

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

"She's a regular here..."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader

CW: mentions of drug dealing/usage (seonghwa smokes), drug dealers!seonghwa and hongjoong, slight fluff, !!SMUT!! (unprotected sex, pls stay safe!!!), reader n seonghwa are dating, seonghwa fucks reader in his fur coat lol , not really proofread?? Idk I tried

My first time trying to write a proper smut scene 😭😭 I hope its okay omg. Wrote this cuz @/ygswl on instagram (best ateez editor btw) brought up the concept of drug dealer! Seonghwa ARGHHHH. I wanted to write a more intense, concept-heavy smut scene but I js tried my best since I'm not familar with smut writing💔💔

Edit: Part 2 is out!!!

Part 3 is out!!!

"Fuck..." Seonghwa groaned, breathing out a puff of wispy smoke. He leaned his head back against the couch as he clocked in the sight of jumbled notes on his mahogany wood coffee table. Orders from customers. Usually, he would've been able to keep up with them, no problem. But there had recently been a huge surge of calls, requesting for the new, trending drug: ARRIBA. And as part of the most reputable dealers in the area, MATZ, he was well-expected to have the best supply. He irritably grinded his teeth together, pre-installed Grillz provided a light, screeching noise.

Taking another drag from his rolled cigarette, his ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Hwa, what are you doing?" Seonghwa's business partner, Kim Hongjoong, walked into the shabby makeshift office. Seonghwa didn't reply, merely staring blankly at the ceiling as he absentmindedly played with the blunt in his fingers. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's eyes lingered on the stack of order forms, and he gave a stern look to his tattooed counterpart. "I asked you a question, Park Seonghwa." "What? I'm fucking exhausted from taking calls and names. I've been at it since 11, give me a break." He jerked his head towards a wall clock behind him. A quarter past 3pm.

It had always been this way with the duo. Ever since they started their underground business as barely legal adults, Hongjoong dealt with supplies, and Seonghwa would deal with the customers and their orders. 2 young men in struggling financial situations, who were desperate to make ends meet, starting a drug-dealing business together, it worked out strangely well. This also, despite their constant bickering, formed a strong bond between the two.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the response. "Whatever, sure." He tilted his head, eyes settling on the faux fur coat that rested on a chair beside the couch. "Is that new?" "Yeah... I picked it up after getting the payment for that huge order earlier this week." "Ohh, the order for that college frat party?" Seonghwa nodded silently in response, his eyes beginning to glaze over. "Anyways, Yunho says we can expect restock within the next week. ARRIBA's selling out fast, but we can finish these orders right away once the new shipment arrives." Hongjoong rattled off an imaginary list, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder to his partner. Seonghwa was unresponsive, clearly stressed out from the recent increase in workload, but Hongjoong knew he was listening. Although, that didn't stop him from doing what he was about to do. "You shouldn't keep using this, by the way. It's reaaaally bad for you." With that, he leaned forward and snatched the smoking blunt from his partner's fingers.

Seonghwa hastily whipped his head around, sighing internally at Hongjoong's classic shit-eating grin. He furrowed his eyebrows at the realisation that he had given the man the satisfaction of getting a reaction. "I'm stressed, man. Gotta relax somehow." "I don't think you'll need your weed when your favourite 'regular' is here, though." Hongjoong tilted his head towards the office door, calling out in a singsong voice. "Y/N, you can come in now~"

The mention of your name caused Seonghwa's eyes to immediately light up. He scrambled to snatch the cigarette back from Hongjoong, and quickly crushed it with his heel.

Just a quiet, veterinary student that he had met in a cafe 3 years ago, Seonghwa had adored you from the very beginning. You were the cashier taking his order, nervous on your first day, and fumbling a little with the cash register's buttons. Seonghwa had found your clumsy nature both alluring and endearing, and he had asked you out on a date right away. The two of you had hit it off, and a beautiful relationship bloomed from then on. Even when you found out Seonghwa's line of work, you understood his situation and never judged him for it. It didn't make you love him any less. He would often spoil you with gifts and spend as much time as possible with you. Your college classes and his odd working hours would clash often, but you still found time to drop by his office to visit him. After all, it was quite easy to locate your drug dealer boyfriend. He mostly stayed in his office, only occasionally going out with Hongjoong when they had a large shipment coming in or a customer that wanted to deal in-person. Thus the nickname that Hongjoong gave to you: Seonghwa's Favourite 'Regular'. Despite your support for his business, Seonghwa still hated doing or dealing drugs around you, especially cigarettes. It was part of his line of work, and he was used to it, but he would always quickly put out a blunt or stash away powdery white packets when you visited.

"Seonghwa~ I'm here to visit you! My class today was cancelled, so my afternoon is free," you hummed as you walked into the room in your red checkered pants and (Seonghwa's) oversized hoodie. You offered a smile to Hongjoong, who was already on his way out to give you two some privacy. He winked at Seonghwa just before he walked out the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as you crashed onto his form on the couch, snuggling into his exposed collarbone. "I missed you..." "I missed you too, sweetheart... you've been so busy with classes lately, I haven't seen you for a full week. Do you even love me anymore?" He sighed dramatically, earning a muffled laugh from you. "My finals are coming up, Hwa. Been rushing my deadlines and finishing up on revision. I gotta do this to earn my veterinary certification, hm?" "Well, anytime you wanna quit your course and live with me 24/7, I'll take care of you. Nothing would make me happier to, actually. MATZ has been doing so well recently." He puffed up his chest. You found it cute whenever he was protective like this. "Okay, Hwa. I'll keep you posted." The two of you settled into comfortable silence.

The quietness and stillness in the air suddenly made him very aware of your movements. He raised his eyebrows when he realised you were being touchier than usual. Your hands were roaming his shoulders, tracing circles over his neck tattoo and gold chains that sat above his unbuttoned collar. The occasional shift of your hips didn't go unnoticed by the tattooed man, either. Seonghwa experimentally slid a veiny hand under your hoodie, blushing when he felt your bare back, marking the absence of a bra strap.

"Sweetheart, are you-"

"Mhm... needy for you, Hwa."

"Oh-- we're in my office now, though, Hongjoong could hear us..."

"Wouldn't you like that?"

Seonghwa's face heated up at the thought of his partner overhearing the two of you. The possibility someone else, especially his best friend/business partner, hearing the two of you fucking in his office turned him on. A lot.

His shy expression quickly changed to a dominant, cockier one. Quickly pinning you onto the couch, he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He tasted like smoke and the cherry lip gloss you had bought him a month ago, and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, effectively hoisting yourself up, before pulling away from his lips to kiss and lick at the tattoo scrawled across his neck. Seonghwa groaned at the feeling, his eyes glazing over and landing on his fluffy, new fur coat that was draped on the nearby chair. A devious idea popped into his head.

"Sweetheart, wait... I wanna do something." You stopped sucking at the 'A' on his neck and tilted your head curiously at him. He tugged at the hem of your hoodie, his eye contact with you searching for consent. You let him, of course. You trusted him. He lifted off your hoodie right away, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare torso. "My pretty girl," he sighed, making you flush a bright red hue. Seonghwa leaned forward to leave a kiss on your breasts and gestured you to take off your pants, before getting off the couch, seemingly to get something. You sat confused, naked except for your dark blue panties, until you saw him grab the fur coat on the chair beside the couch.

The faux fur brushed against your skin as Seonghwa helped you put it on. It was huge, heavy and fluffy, covering everything yet nothing on your bare figure. He stepped back to take you in, a guttural moan leaving his throat at the sight of you naked form practically drowning underneath the fluffy mass of fabric. You, on the other hand, were aching for his touch. A whole week of being apart from your lover, deprived of his love, his intimacy, deprived of him. He noticed your pouty lips and squirming, and chuckled teasingly.

"Can't wait, sweetheart?"

You were about to nod in response, but was cut off when you felt a long finger being pressed against your moist folds. A whiny gasp slipped out of your mouth, and your hands scrambled to find support on Seonghwa's strong forearms. He smiled as he lightly rubbed circles on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, your whines sounding like music to his chain-adorned ears. "Hwa...hurry, I want your dick in me already," you panted out. Seonghwa scoffed teasingly at your impatient tone. "Patience, sweetheart, I need to prep you first."

His expert fingers tugged aside the fabric covering your pussy, exposing yourself to him fully. Two fingers were pushed into your aching hole, causing you to arch your back at the feeling. Breathless moans filled the room as he curled and thrusted his fingers into you at a torturously slow pace. He knew you were sensitive, and it was driving you crazy how slow he was going.

"H-Hwa..."

"Shhh, I know."

The building knot in your tummy snapped, and you came undone on your lover's long fingers. But just as you began to catch your breath, Seonghwa leaned down to lick up your juices. The cold metal of his grillz shot through your core, drawing out a high-pitched cry from you.

Blinking back tears from the overstimulation, you glanced down at your boyfriend. He was sitting comfortably between your legs, lips and grillz teeth shiny with your arousal, mouth spread in a loving grin as if he didn't just finger-fuck you to an orgasm.

He got up and kissed a tear rolling down your cheek. "I'm sorry, baby, I just had to tease you a little. I'll give you what you want now." Seonghwa picked you up and shifted you to a more comfortable spot on the couch, the heavy coat's fur swishing quietly as he did so. You shivered as the fur brushed against your nipples, perky from being exposed to the surrounding air.

There was a light clunk of a belt buckle, followed by a zipping noise, before Seonghwa finally pressed his pretty cock against your bare stomach, earning a sigh of relief from you. You licked your lips at the sight of his flushed, hard member. "Did you miss me or did you miss my dick?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow when you stared for a little too long. You whined back, and he sighed in defeat before pressing his cock into your entrance, already wet and lubricated from him fingering you open earlier.

"F-fuck! So warm..." Seonghwa hissed as his cock sank into you. You cried out, reaching out to bury your face into his neck when he started to thrust in and out of you. Sloppy slaps of skin, whiny moans, curses and the occasional swish of faux fur against leather filled the room as Seonghwa fucked you into the couch. The air reeked of hot sex and cigarette smoke, but neither of you minded. He gazed lovingly at you through his lashes, admiring how you looked in his fur coat, with his dick in you. The possessiveness that you two had for each other always made him hard whenever it showed.

He winced when you clenched on him particularly hard. "Oh s-shit- you like my cock? You like your drug dealer boyfriend's cock?" You nodded hastily, drool beginning to form on the side of your lips. Seonghwa smirked, but was barely keeping his composure at the sight of you so cock-drunk. He pulled you in with his free hand for a kiss, heavy metal rings on his fingers squishing your face and making your breath hitch involuntarily. The lingering taste of tobacco on his lips made you moan, eyes glazing over from pleasure as his tongue pushed past your lips to invade your mouth.

It wasn't long before both of you came undone. You sighed breathily as your second orgasm formed a ring of white liquid around Seonghwa's dick, and he quickly pulled out to cum onto your bare stomach. Still panting from his orgasm, he gathered some of his fluids onto his fingers, and stuffed your mouth with them. You hummed appreciatively in response, suckling his fingers clean as he admired your flushed, fucked-out expression.

♡♡♡

"Yah, I was only out for awhile! What did you guys do??" Hongjoong snickered an hour later as he waltzed into the room and over to the couch. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth when Seonghwa shot a stern look at him, index finger pressed to his lips as if to say "shut the fuck up you big-mouthed minion". His other hand was wrapped around your sleeping figure, still naked but bundled up in his fur coat and shielded from Hongjoong's eyes.

Hongjoong raised his hands, exaggeratingly mouthing a "sorry!" that his best friend scoffed quietly at. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and returned his gaze back to you. His heart warmed at the peaceful look you had in your sleep, but his dick stirred at the sight of you covered by nothing but his oversized fur coat. Needless to say, he was definitely giving you a round 2 once you woke up.

If you've managed to read this far, thank you so much for reading my fanfic! 🙏 I hope you enjoyed it 😭

[obxsummer]

Im rewatching OBX again and when John b said im only using her when he said another thing to Sarah and then kie told Sarah you said you were using her I would of been like uhhh what I lowkey would of been pissed and walked off to see if John b would of chased after me kinda want this made into a fic if you want if not please ignore it LOL

pairing: john b routledge x kook!reader

a/n: sarah's better than me bc i would've cried over this scene lol

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This was a bad idea. You told yourself it was a bad idea and still went through with it, so you only had to blame yourself. 

Your whole life you had seen the Pogue versus Kook dynamic for yourself; you just never thought you’d become a piece of it.

John B gave you a sense of adventure, of something new. Running to Chapel Hill with him had been so easy. You were usually a ball of anxiety, but he made everything seem like it would be okay, no matter the outcome. 

Which led you here, walking your bike through the wooded area of The Cut with John B by your side. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to try and get along with his friend group, but unfortunately, where John B went, JJ, Kie, and Pope weren’t far behind. 

“I’m really nervous about this, John B,” You admitted as the Chateau came into view. “She’s not gonna be happy.”

John B shrugged slightly, apparently not realizing the bomb he was about to implode in his own house, “She’ll be fine. It’ll be cool, I promise.”

You shook your head, not really convinced but also not wanting to cause a scene over it. “So you guys found the gold, but under an axe murderer’s house?”

“Well, yeah. Kind of. I mean, the only thing is the well is super sketchy deep.”

You looked over at him, the excitement in his eyes making you slightly jealous that you’d missed out. Normally, you’d run at the idea of half the shit they got themselves into, but John B’s presence was almost addicting.

“Wish I was there,” You joked, leaning into him slightly as he took the bike from your hold so you could walk closer to him. 

“You will be, tonight,” He smiled at you, warmth taking over as you blushed. John B had managed to make it feel like you guys had been close friends your whole life, and you were slowly falling in love with that feeling.

“Is um… is that okay?” You knew it wasn’t, but you had to ask. 

John B shifted the bike into his casted hand, reaching the other one over for you to grab so he could squeeze it. “Yeah, it will be. And if they push back, we’ll figure something out. Vlad and Val gotta stick together, right?”

You nodded, but John B could tell you weren’t convinced and it was a little bit of a hit to your confidence. Kiara had never really liked you, instantly envious of your life and the way John B, JJ, and Pope always had heart eyes when they saw you. She saw you as a threat and that meant she wouldn’t be happy about your involvement in the slightest, especially when she put together that you were more than friends with John B.

“You’re a bad liar, but I’ll go with it,” You teased quietly, “If she’s gonna get territorial, I’m not fighting her, John B.”

“Hey, hey, just listen.” John B tugged on your hand so you’d stop walking and face him. “You’re a part of this too, okay? You got us the plat map. You got me into Chapel Hill. Your dad offered to cover for me. Once we get with everybody, they’re gonna be excited.”

You tried to let his enthusiasm sway you, but it wasn’t working well. And as Kiara walked out of the Chateau to see you on the couch next to John B, you knew you were right. 

“No fucking way. You brought her here? So what? She’s in on this now?” Annoyance and anger were evident in her voice and you shrunk back into the couch as she practically bitched at you. 

Pope shrugged. He had always thought you were super nice. He delivered groceries to your home and you’d overtipped each time, knowing the money was needed more in his pocket than yours. 

“Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share,” JJ pointed toward the boy sitting next to you. “No offense.”

You shook your head at JJ, a small smile on your face. A winky response told you he was kidding. Similar to Pope, you’d seen JJ plenty at the country club when he played server for a few hours.  You tried to request him each time you and Sarah visited, keeping him away from Rafe, Topper, and Kelce as best as possible. And you didn’t do it to prove a point, you did it because you cared. You’d watched some of the best people in your life get treated so poorly just for living on the other half of the island. 

“You know, I don’t remember taking a vote,” Kiara continued, “This is our thing. A Pogue thing. We were all extremely comfortable until you brought her.”

You tried to refrain from rolling your eyes at her unnecessary anger. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” You defended.

“Then leave.”

JJ coughed on his weed pen from the chair next to you, obviously uncomfortable with the growing tension. “I… am remaining indifferent.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Of course, I know what that means, Pope, I-”

Kiara glared at both boys, upset that it seemed nobody was taking her side. 

You shook your head, realizing this was causing more trouble than you intended. “I told you,” You mumbled to John B.

“Told him what, exactly? That you’re a liar?”

All niceties went out the window at the accusation and you faced Kiara with an anger you’d hidden for a while. “No, that you’re a shit-talking bitch! You know nothing about me, Kiara. And you just hate me for no reason, so-”

“Everybody shut up!” John B yelling had you flinching back into your seat, the emotions overwhelming as silence fell around you. He looked at the curly-haired girl standing in front of you. “Kie, you are my best friend, right? And Y/N, you’re…”

The hesitation in his voice made your heart skip but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to push past the friendship boundary into something bigger. 

“...You’re my girlfriend.”

Kiara crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s your girlfriend now? What was all that talk about you were just using her for information? Get a map, cut her loose.”

The snide comment hit you like a smack in the face as you glanced over at John B. The way he refused to look at you told you it was true and you frowned. “You said you were using me?”

“No?”

“Yeah, you did.” Three voices agreed in return and you closed your eyes in frustration. 

Another strike to the heart. Shaking your head to yourself, you got up off the couch. “I’m just gonna go. Thanks for ruining another good thing for me, Kiara. Always appreciated.”

Without another word, you shoved open the screen door and let it slam behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you grabbed your bike from its spot against the house and started walking.

John B was yelling your name behind you, but you refused to stop. The back of your hand brushed away tears as fast as they came. You knew, you knew this was a bad idea. You were so quick to trust someone with your feelings and it always bit you in the ass.

“Hey, hey!” His Converse crunched leaves on the ground as he tried to catch up to you.

You tossed your bike aside when he grabbed your shoulder and you turned to him to let him see the full result of his comment. “Why did you lie to me?” You asked, voice cracking against your wishes. “John B, I told you I was already nervous to get involved with her, and then you… you just used me?”

“I’m sorry! That- it wasn’t like that! At first, yeah it started off that way, but love walked in, okay? I didn’t expect it, but I’m not gonna act like it isn’t true,” He defended.

You laughed and looked away from him. “God, I know better. I know better and I still let you walk in my life and take what you needed because I wanted you. I still want you, even knowing you just used me to your benefit. That’s not love.”

John B opened his mouth to argue but apparently couldn’t find the words. You shook your head and pulled your bike up from the ground, shrugging out of his grip as you climbed on. “Hope it was worth it, John B. Tell Kiara she won, again.”

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[daycourtofficial]

peppermint gingerbread latte please

oh and a cupcake too. whatever the special flavor is

OKAY THIS WAS SO CUTE

Close to the coast of the Day Court held the only tropical landscape in all the solar courts. Densely packed forests with trees over twenty feet wide lay just a day’s travel from the beaches of Day. It is also where the second oldest Vanserra, Leif, was accompanied by his uncle Lucien in search of a very special frog.

Leif was much more of an outdoor explorer than either of his parents had anticipated, but nothing brought him more joy than exploring the woods around the Forest House. At only seven years old, he had made his own trails through the woods, often documenting what creatures he saw as soon as he returned home.

On rainy days, he preferred spending his time inside, playing with his siblings until they became too much for him. He would retreat to his own room, looking through his library of books.

His uncle had joined them for dinner a few days ago. Leif had been mostly quiet during the meal, letting his siblings chatter on endlessly to Lucien about their day. It wasn’t until Lucien had mentioned a researcher from Autumn coming to Day to look at wild golden dart frogs that Leif had begun a barrage of questions.

It was comical how quickly he came back to life when the topic of frogs came up, this particular species one he just read about in a book but could not fathom what they looked like.

At his nephew’s interest, Lucien couldn’t help offering to take Leif along on the expedition.

Leif found himself trekking behind his uncle, his own tiny walking stick helping him keep steady as they maneuvered through the forest.

“These trees make your uncle look young, Leif.” Rye, the researcher, spoke about Lucien as if they knew each other very well. He was slightly smaller than his uncle, his own hair a dusty brown that Leif liked.

“You’re only a few months younger than me!”

“Yes, but you carry your age much harsher than I do.”

Lucien scoffed, looking down at his nephew. “Leif, do you see what I deal with? It’s not just your parents who treat me like this.”

Leif’s giggles continued, much happier to listen than to be in the conversation.

“So, Leif, I hear you are interested in the natural world, particularly frogs?”

He nodded shyly, not taking in that Rye was ahead of them and therefore could not see the movement.

“I have been studying frogs for a long time incidentally. I like wetlands - areas where the water and the land work together in harmony. Perfect frog habitat.”

The trio moved through the forest, the chirps of insects filling the silence.

“These frogs are very interesting. They secrete poison - do you know what that is?”

Leif nodded again, remembering the poisonous berries his father warned him about time and time again.

Rye waited for Leif’s response this time. Leif felt the silence get heavier before responding, “yes, it’s when something can make you sick by eating it.”

“You are a bright boy, Leif.” He straightened his back at the compliment, the only one he really enjoyed receiving. When he thought of brightness, he thought of Lucien and how he lit up a room.

It was a high compliment to Leif.

Lucien’s hand spanned across Leif’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. He crouched down, silent as he pointed to the plant that stood next to Leif.

There on top of the giant, green leaves sat a vibrant frog, almost the color his dad’s golden rings. It had black spots on its back as if someone sprinkled black pepper on top of it.

It was small, probably the size of Leif’s pinky. Black eyes met Leif’s, and all he could do was stare in wonder for a moment before the frog hopped off the plant, further away from their path.

“Do you want to keep going, Leif? Or is one frog sufficient?”

The two males looked at Leif, waiting for his response. He swallowed his fear, not enjoying all of the attention on him.

He nodded. “Let’s find more frogs, please.”

[harlowcomehome]

Dog mom:

Requested by my 🦋 anon.

You walked around the vacant two-story home, the sound of your suede two-inch heels clacking against the newly polished tiles was a sound you were undoubtedly familiar with. You had been working in the real estate market for a few years now, and dressing the part was your least favorite thing.

You wished nothing more than to be in a pair of samba shoes and a t-shirt but for now, this would have to do.

Your client was running extremely late, and normally you would’ve locked up and left by now but your boss had stressed it was a high-dollar client and a house this size was worth the wait.

You had the front door open and saw when his jeep pulled up in front of the house.

His bouncy curls were an immediate tell of who he was and you could feel the nerves setting in almost instantly. He ran inside, sweat dripping from the side of his face as he rushed to greet you.

“Y/N? I’m so sorry!” He was out of breath as he took your hand in his. You could tell he was usually much more put together than this.

“I know your time is important and I am so sorry. I was under the impression that this was tomorrow and my schedule got messed up and I-“ he stopped to breathe when he noticed a smile on your face.

“Jack?” You smiled eyeing him up and down as he nodded a “yes” in your direction.

“It’s no worry. You’re my only client today so I have all day.”

He let out a sigh of relief as you started to show him around the home.

“This is the kitchen, it was freshly remodeled. The fridge is a Samsung Bespoke, the newest model. The oven and dishwasher are new models as well, the cabinets have been completely gutted and replaced. The entire bottom floor has new flooring as well…”

You looked back at him and could tell he wasn’t listening to you, he had his eyes on you the entire time but hadn’t heard a word you said.

“Am I boring you?” You smiled, finally facing toward him.

“Me? Never!” He smiled as he looked around the kitchen. “Are these new cabinets?”

A giggle escaped you, having usually to be overly professional it was nice to be met with someone who was so lax. “I just said that about twenty seconds ago” you responded jokingly making his cheeks appear rosy red.

“Right!! I was just testing you” he lied, his chuckle filling the empty room. The sound of his laugh gave you butterflies, he was cute and no doubt charming but you were trying to stay laser-focused to make a sale. The commission on this house alone would have you set for the next year or more.

“We didn’t have much time to stage the home as you can tell by the echo. You’re the first person to view it since it’s remodeled. Only one other family has lived here.” Jack was quick to follow behind you as you further explained all of the perks and details. He eyed your figure up and down, his eyes fixated on your butt and how your heels made your calf muscles look.

“How long have you been doing this? Real estate I mean.” He was genuinely curious, the way you spoke about things seemed so knowledgeable and almost effortless.

“Three years! So not too long but my entire family sells real estate so I guess it was in my blood” You tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but we’re flattered that he was taking interest in you.

“The backyard is spacious! There used to be a pool back here but the owners filled it in and covered it with turf so the grass back here is completely fake! No need to mow it and would be perfect for a pet or two.” You stood on the back patio and pointed to the bushes with flowers, he smiled at how excited you spoke about everything.

“A pet huh? I haven’t had a pet in years” he thought to himself what that would look like, knowing he was away from home a lot.

“Maybe it’s time to get one.” You winked as you walked back inside and over to the dining room area, the last homeowners had left their real wood table there, as it was too heavy to pack. You had no complaints as it was beautiful to use for staging and showing the room.

“This space would be useful to have for dinner parties or family dinners of sorts. I’m told the last owners were excellent hosts.” You were nervous rambling at this point, noticing Jack’s beautiful blue eyes rarely left you.

“I can see us having a lot of meals here.” Jack smiled as he looked around the room. His use of “us” seemed intentional but you tried not to read into it much as a smile covered your face.

“Would you like to?” Jack noticed you were ignoring his hints so he thought he’d be less subtle. “Have lunch with me?” He checked his watch making sure it was still lunchtime.

You couldn’t help but admire his confidence, “Jack- I don’t know, that would be inappropriate because I’m your realtor and-“

“Have lunch with me.” He stepped forward closer to you.

“You’re not going to be my realtor for long. Plus, how will I know if this is the house for me if I don’t know how having a meal here feels?” He smiled knowing he was going to put an offer in on the house as soon as you two left here.

He was smooth, and a quick talker and had ordered the both of you food in no time. You had sat across from him as you bit into your lunch, knowing all too well that this charm probably always worked for him.

“Are you usually this forward?” You giggled as he nervously cut into his steak.

“No but you bring something out of me.” He blushed, knowing he was pulling out all the stops for you.

••••

Two months later.

Jack had officially moved into his new house, fully furnished and with you by his side. It only took one impromptu lunch before the two of you were inseparable. Jack couldn’t get enough of you, and part of that scared him. He wasn’t used to being codependent with anyone but it came naturally with you.

“Stay the night?” He pouted as the two of you started dozing off during one of your shared Netflix shows.

“I have work tomorrow bubby.” You sleepily replied, checking your phone for the time.

His heart skipped a beat at your pet name for him, he had never been fond of them but when it came to you, that changed.

“I have a surprise for you in the morning though” he puffed his chest out proudly, and you knew he was up to something when he was glued to his phone earlier.

“Jackman, you know I hate surprises.” You warned, eager to know what he was so excited about.

“You’ll love this one! Promise!” he pouted again, poking his bottom lip out knowing you’d change your mind about leaving if he begged. He opened his eyes dramatically trying his best to channel his acting skills to make his eyes watery.

“Ahh! Ahhh!” You playfully fell back on the couch shielding your eyes with your forearm. “It hurts! Oh! It hurts! The power of those blue eyes!”

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud at your goofy charm, his giggles losing control as he climbed on top of you, straddling your hips with his muscular legs.

He took your hands in his raising them above your head, as he leaned down to engulf you in kisses.

He was quickly moving his hands to tickle you as soon as you relaxed against him.

“Okay fine! I’ll stay! I have a late day tomorrow!” You giggled against his fingers tickling your hips as you thrashed under him.

“I knew you did! Brat” he smirked before he gave you one more kiss before carefully crawling off of you and leading you to the bedroom for the night.

You changed into one of his shirts, staying pantsless as you crawled across his satin sheets and laid down against him. His arms wiggled underneath you to hold you closer as the two of you almost instantly fell into a comfortable sleep.

….

Jack woke up before you, trying his best not to wake you as he got up and showered for the day. You only woke when you heard him rummage through his closet for clothes and wondered where he was going so early in the morning.

He noticed you moving around in bed behind him as he put his shoes on, leaning back to kiss you on the forehead.

“Good morning beautiful” he was admittedly full of love for you and wanted you to move in but he was trying to be patient.

“Morning bubby, where are you going?” You pulled the blanket up to hide your breath only making him stifle a laugh, knowing what you were doing.

“Remember that surprise I mentioned? I’m going to go get it!” He seemed excited and you only assumed it would be flowers or some sort of breakfast based on the time.

“Do you want me to go with you? Do you need help?” You were still looking at him with one eye open.

“No sweetheart, get your sleep and I’ll be back before you leave for work” he leaned down to kiss you one more time before he left the house.

Jack was gone for almost three hours giving you the time to get ready for the day and eat breakfast.

You were about to call him when the front door opened, “Close your eyes and sit down!” Jack frantically called out making sure you didn’t see him.

You sat down on the couch and closed your eyes, giggling at his dramatics before Jack placed her in your lap.

You opened your eyes and were met with the cutest puppy you’d ever seen and the cutest man you’d ever seen excitedly staring at you for reaction. He had remembered the conversation you two had about a pet and it had been nagging him, knowing you were right.

“Hi, baby! Hi! Hi!” You giggled as you held her up, meeting her eye to eye. She wagged her tail violently, as she licked the air.

“Babe, she’s so cute!”

“She’s not only cute, she’s ours.” He was smiling ear to ear as he set down a dog bed in the living room. He had a bunch of other dog-related things in his arms as you admired your new furry friend.

You sat on the ground with her letting her jump around as she was already quick to follow Jack around the house. “Awww look at her! She loves you already babe!”

Jack bent down, scooping her up against his chest before placing her back down with you. “There you go, go to mommy.”

Jack froze for a second, realizing what he said before walking back to the kitchen, his entire face was rosy red and he was hoping you hadn’t caught him saying that so naturally.

“Mommy huh?” You knew he hadn’t meant to say it but you weren’t complaining, it felt natural.

“I’ll only be mommy if you’re the daddy” you teased.

“Of course! She’s our child after all” he leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched the two of you play.

“She's our first child. “

Jack smiled ear to ear, loving the sound of that and realizing just how much he also loved you.

[mynameisjag]

The air was nice, a little crisp with the fall weather about to hit.

Usually Wade wouldn’t find himself enjoying the outdoors in a leisurely manner…and he wasn't, he fucking hated it at the moment.

“This sucks!”

Beside him, walking the path at slow pace was Laura, who just raised an eyebrow at him, copycat version of her dad's smirk on her face.

“You've walked longer through rougher terrain,” her eyes flicked to the two bodies ahead of them, her smirk growing into a wide grin, “wonder what you're really upset about.”

“Oh, you know, my secret hatred of birds is showing through-of course its not the walk and don’t you start.”

He wasn’t used to being out and about without his suit, and the giant sun hat he was sporting didn’t really help keep the sun off his more sensitive skin.

But he was doing this for Vanessa.

Vanessa’s boyfriend was…descent…and she wanted them all to get along, they all were close in one way or another and of course she would want the ones she cared about the most to be comfortable with one another.

So…bonding hike…

Which Logan, the feral fuck, actually seemed to be enjoying but that probably was less the family time and more that he was away from large groups of people.

There was a bet if the man was just going to go and take off at the first sight of a deer, which might work out in Wade’s favor if it scared ‘boyfriend’ off.

Listen, he is willing to give the guy a chance, he is a nice guy…but did he really have to click with Logan so fast?

“Pops doesn’t really care that much for him, you know that right? The guy is important to Vanessa, Vanessa is important to you and you are important to him.”

“Fucking, yeah, I know little Miss Voice of Reason, but look at them, walking and talking like friends.”

“The dude is talking, Pops is probably thinking about disappearing into the woods for a week before you hunt him down and bring him home.”

“Like it would take a week for me to find him, we’re connected Baby-wolvs,” he made a heart sign with both of his hands, “the power of saving the universe and Madonna will forever bond us.”

She just rolled her eyes, “Since your so connected, then why are you so jealous?”

“Jealous!? Me!?,” his hands fell dramatically to his sides as he threw his head back in distress, “Okay, I admit it, I’m jealous of the way those jeans make his ass-“

“-Do NOT finish that.”

“I’m still going to think it…hmm…thinking about it hard now.”, he preceded to make grabby hands at the other man’s backside, “going to make the mouse send me a cease and desist with the way my thoughts be going.”

“I hate you.”

Wade just grinned wide at her snarly face, sooo cute, just like her daddy! Speaking of the man, the two ahead of them had stopped and were waiting.

They weren’t too far behind, so it only took a few moments to catch up, Deadpool throwing his arms around the older man and going to swoon knowing he was going to be caught, “Oh, the sun, it makes me suffer, if only there was a strong burly man to slather me with lotion later!”

Laura sauntered up, pushing Wade off her father to cuddle his side, “Thanks for waiting.”

‘Boyfriend’ was helping the mercenary up, smiling and going on about nearly being close to the end of the trail.

Logan huffed and gave a quick side hug to his little girl, “Probably need to get there quick, I can smell rainfall heading our way.”

And then ‘Boyfriend’ was talking about how the weather was reported to be nothing but sunshine and Wade was rolling his eyes and adjusting his hat. He did not pack for rain and if Logan said rain was coming it was coming.

“There’s this lovely little picnic area ahead, we should bring a lunch with us next time! Say, do you any of you like sports, got a few work buddies that we watch the games with. We’d love to have the whole crew over. I can make a mean green bean casserole!”

Their phones went off, flash storms heading their way.

“Oh, thank the Marvel Jesus that is me, welp, looks like it’s time to head back!”, he was going to ignore the way the Wolverine duo were smirking at him as he enthusiastically turned around and started head back to the truck.

“Sorry, are trip is a bit of a bust, perhaps next time weather will be more predictable and Vanny can join us!”

“Sounds nice.”

“Sure.”

“I think jumping into a concrete mixer sounds better.”

And ‘the boyfriend’ was throwing an arm around Wade’s shoulders, “You really are such a funny guy, it’s so good to be able to bond like this!”

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

TALK TO THE DOVES (IX)

|| COV MASTERLIST || NEXT: CHAPTER X ||

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 4.7k

WARNINGS: Angst, strained familial relationships, crying, mentions of suicide, I can finally I can say we have fluff & hurt/comfort y'all, etc.

A/N: Surprise, the MC finally gets her nickname

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

“Tell me about the,” your mother pauses, looking at you as you sit at the dinner table for supper. She’d made a hearty meal—stacks and food piled high on the long, polished wood. Her throat clears. “The years. How is school? Keeping up with classes?” 

“Yeah,” you mutter, your plate holding all the items it had started with. Alex was drying the dishes, of his own volition, you have to add, across the room while Gaz took a long sip of water from his cup. The Sergeant leans against the island and tries to look like he’s not listening, tapping his foot on the floor in steady intervals. “It’s good. You?”

Your mom frowns, setting down her utensils with a clink. Alex hums a song under his breath and sets a dry pan on the counter. 

Eyes darting to the open patio curtains, you stare out across the estate, your estate, before your mother brings you back in with a strained sigh. She’s watching you—gaze hard on your face but not once do you look into her with anything other than a brief glance.

“I’ve been talking with Mr. Ramsey,” she says like she’s reading the newspaper.

Kyle and you both go rigid at the name. 

It’s only after you get over the slap to your face that you take a shallow breath, blinking quickly. “My…professor?” 

“Mhm.” Clearing her throat, she takes the glass of water from the table and sips slowly. The scent of her perfume—citrus and wool—invades your nostrils even if she’s a good few feet away on the opposite end. Horrible, and evoking memories like no other. It suddenly makes you sick to be in the same room as her. “I asked him to keep up on you while I was away at work.” A pause. “Hector too.” 

A sharp gasp is twisting in your throat. You think you stop breathing entirely.

“Now, before you go and act like you usually do,” hands clench and start to shake. “I really need you to understand—you’re my daughter, and you’ve lost your father; I lost a husband. Without all of,” her hands shrug, “this going on, I still wanted you to be looked after while I…tried to fix myself. I needed my work, but I needed my girl to be safe too.”

Inside of your sockets, your eyes twitch, staring blankly into her neck and the expensive jewelry she wears as if the glimmering will give you an answer as to what had brought this along. Her logic wasn’t what bothered you—caring about your child is natural. 

But yours was a special case. Because by her logic…she knew about…You make a small wheezing noise in your chest involuntarily.

Alex has stopped drying; Gaz widely side-eyes the interaction, fancy glass stalled at his lips. 

“Now,” your mom smiles easily, body burning with pride. “With that out of the way, back to you—let's maybe get some wine from the cellar? We can sit in the library and talk like old times. I remember your father’s bottle of—”

“Cellar’s empty,” you push back from the table and stalk off. “Enjoy your supper.” 

“Erm,” she stares after in shock, face pulling in while her neck’s vein pops. “Sweetheart? Please, let’s not fight. I just want to know what you’ve been up to—I’m worried, you seem exactly the same as when I first left...”

You walk and disappear out the back door, not leaving the estate, no, just…going. Gaz makes a small huff of air from his nose and lightly jogs after you; exiting the house just as the door’s about to slip back closed. 

Walking a short while, you push through the willow trees near the back pond and plop to the long grassy ground. 

Gaz sighs into the dark area, scanning the shadows. He wants to tell you that you both shouldn’t be here, but you’re already reclining back on your hands with your legs popping out ahead of you; the water ripples in the moonlight.

A small silence echoes like mute steel. 

“Should have known,” you end up muttering under your breath. “Figures.” 

Hec had been your mother’s bug, Mr. Rasmey, that ass of a professor, too. Why did it have to be Hector? The one…the one damn person it would hurt to have it be. 

You can’t even find the energy to cry, you just fold your arms and lay back, scalp grinding away plush greenery as it digs into the earth. 

“She seems to only have good intentions, yeah?” Gaz coughs, unable to stay completely silent in this instance. His anger still simmered, but…well…it wouldn’t be fair to keep you isolated if you insisted on pulling away from everyone else. That wasn’t who he was.

He supposed he was the only one able to get any sort of reaction now. “Just because there were extra tasks didn’t make Hector’s feelings any less fake, Ma’am.”

“Back to ‘Ma’am’ now?” You huff, brows loose and sullen. 

Kyle stares before his browns begin to soften on the edges. He looks to the ground before sighing and walking a few steps forward, easily stooping down and sitting beside you—a good few feet away. The Sergeant takes off his hat and places it on the ground beside him, running a hand over his hair and rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, what else would I call you?”

“I don’t know,” you stare at the wisps of the willows. “Idiot?” You say lower, “Mental?” 

The man’s eyes lightly flinch at that. 

“That wasn’t…” he begins, clenching his jaw in guilt. “I said some things I shouldn't have and I—”

“I’m sorry.” 

The world sills and a gentle breeze makes the trees speak for you as the shock lays waste to the sinews of your throats. 

It’s as if the words had taken what little resolve you had and shattered it entirely. The back of your eyes burns. 

“I’m sorry, Kyle.” You say it again and fold your elbow over your mouth as it quivers. “M’sorry.” Again, again, again, until a small break in your voice makes you go quiet again—you shove your flesh over your face, eyes narrowed with tears you refuse to let fall. 

Gaz’s face is open with delicate concern, chest tight and fingers so frozen he could pull the trigger on a rifle and nail a shot with little effort. Did he even have a heartbeat? 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you hiccup, not able to stop now that it’s started. “And everything hurts. I-It’s all spinning so fast I don’t know who I am, but I know that you’re right and it burns.” 

He’s taking you by the shoulders and grappling you into his arms. 

His touch has the same feeling as when he’d panicked at seeing your blood in your father’s office, pulled you in, and set you down on the couch. A tight and firm hold of skin and fabric; of a care that goes bone-deep and calls to this man’s nature—a gentle love for the protection of all innocent people. 

Your face finds the dip of his neck, hands wrapping his waist. It had been so long since you’d wanted to hug someone. Your mother didn’t count, no, right now you needed someone you hate to fix this. 

And there was no one better.

You hang off of Gaz’s shirt and he places a hand on the back of your head, lightly keeping you to him as you shake and lean into his chest. He curves over you slightly, as if shielding you as he did at the park—but there were no bullets here, no great boom of guns being fired, or rapid footsteps at your heels. 

There was no deteriorating room with peeling wallpaper; chairs and the scrape of a bag over your head. 

It was just the willows, the pond, and the two enemies. 

“It hurts,” you sob into Kyles's neck, and his lips thin as he pulls you to him tighter. “God, it always hurts, and I’m so tired of it. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat; I don’t feel good anymore. I don’t even remember what it’s like t-to wake up and feel happy that I did.”

“It’s okay,” Gaz mumbles. “Hey, it’s going to be alright, yeah? Just breathe with me.” 

Your words are garbled and wet, you breathe in shuddering gasps. It’s ugly, your crying, it gives you a headache, but not once do those hands leave from around you. 

“I don’t want to keep feeling like this, Gaz.” Fingers digging into his shirt, you have to wonder if he’s repulsed by you—you’d been so rude to him, so uncaring and blunt. 

But how else were you supposed to act? 

The Sergeant may not have pulled the trigger, but he was there. He was there…and he had apologized for his part. 

This was not forgiveness, but it was the only thing you could offer anymore.

You nuzzle your face deeper into Kyle’s neck, limp and still feeling tears being expelled from your eye sockets; lids firmly closed. It’s in a brief second of the still-air between another sob that you hear him speak again. 

Gaz’s eyes stare off at the mansion behind you as he breathes in silent puffs, heart beating quickly and his pulse hammering. This was beyond what he had expected from you, but that didn’t change the fact that what you were saying made his mouth tight and his face crease.

He knew it was bad, but…

“You’re afraid of me.” The thought hadn’t left him since the blow-up in the hallway. It’s said in a whisper, finally bringing to light the fact he already knew. The sarcasm as a defense, the biting comments, sneaking away and not trusting him. He already understood it on the second day you’d officially met.

Your tears wet his clothes, sticking them to his heated skin as your breath creates condensation. You shake so bad that it becomes apparent it’s not only from your mind breaking. 

It’s because you’re close to him. 

Brown eyes widen, and he glances down at your head in pain, yet even so your hands keep him to you like a bear, panting and near hysterical. 

“I just want,” you confess, his fingers heavy across your spine as the willows rustle. “I just want it all to stop.” 

You shouldn’t be here—not like this. Not with him.

But, dammit, being anywhere else is even worse.

“Easy, Sweetheart,” Kyle speaks quickly, accent deep on his smooth tone. “I’m going to get you through this. It’ll end, I promise you. Nothing that’s goin’ on is permanent.” 

He’s hesitant to do more, not wanting to step any boundaries, but you’re still not calming down; three years of heartbreak spilling out like a broken vase. Kyle’s head finds the side of yours, and while you involuntarily flinch, you don’t pull away. 

You sniffle and suck down tiny, quick breaths.

“Listen to my pulse, Love. C’mon, now.” His hand on the back of your skull twitches its fingers into small circles, the other pulling you farther up. “I know you like me being quiet,” he jokes, but still serious. “So I’ll save you the trouble of focusing on my voice. Right there in my neck…you feel it?”

You shiver, face on fire. Silently, you do as he says. 

You listen for it, his pulse, searching as you focus on just that. Not the man and his arms, not the squish of his chest or how you feel so warm by the strength in his biceps, but by the way it calms you. Searching. Being in control of yourself. 

You find those rapid beats after a moment, eyes tight closed and lungs heaving. The grass sways around your forms and Gaz swallows the saliva in his throat to ease himself further. His eyes close, taking a deep breath that you missed in your study of his blood. 

The stubble on his cheeks itches your scalp.

“That’s it,” Kyle whispers, sensing your breath slowing. The tension gradually slipped away. “There we are, you’re doing great.” 

When all is said and done, you’re limp in his grip, forehead on his shoulder, and Kyle’s chin atop your head. The breeze is slow like a sigh and overhead the sounds of kingfishers and the swans that live near the pond gradually return in the silence broken only by far-separated inhales. 

You blaze with a special type of shame for this, but you’re too tired to try and move. So, so, tired. Staying there, you let his grip keep you up, eyes stuck in the dark grip of his compression shirt as you don’t think—don’t fight it. 

It pained you to realize, but your mother’s hug dulled in comparison to this. 

Kyle confines you to his body, his lungs pushing his chest into yours, hands unyielding and steady; with that pulse still in your ear you sense the way he really feels, heart fluttering still rapid. Atop your head the chin, not digging into your scalp but instead turning in such a way as to follow the curve of your skull as if an eagle’s beak pulling at her mate’s form. 

His nose releases a slow sigh. 

“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” Gaz mutters. “Just say the word, yeah?”

The comments bring a bitter bite to your eye—another sting—but you keep it at bay. You have to. The hitch in your breath gives enough away, though.

“You can cry, Spitfire.” You shake once more, a deadly shiver running the length of your spine which the man rubs up and down. “You can cry in front of me. Hell, bloody cry whenever you want.” Kyle hums in his throat. “You’ve earned it. Fuck, you’ve earned it.”

The second round of tears is far more subdued than the first—quiet gasps and weak limbs. It only makes your head pound worse, the onset headache promising to be a big one. This one was reactionary; instinctual. 

It just…had to happen. 

And Gaz is there through all of it. He doesn’t pack up a bag and leave the country, he doesn’t pretend like it’s not happening—he stays. It is both something that makes you grow a new sense of him, and ends up pushing the knife deeper. 

Out of everyone, it just had to be him, didn’t it?

Voice raspy, crackling more than dry bark, you speak as your grip on his shirt lessons.

“Spitfire?” Kyle stills, releasing a tiny breath of relief that you seemed to be calming down for good this time.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat lightly, glancing down at you under him. “Guessed it would fit…Ma’am doesn't have quite the ring to it, eh?” 

Against the current situation, you force out a soft chuff. 

“...You good with it, then?” Your brain is mush, and Gaz seems to pick up on it. “We’ll, uh, we’ll get back to it, Love. Let’s get you inside.”

He makes a motion to pull away but in a display that no one foresaw, your arms constrict like a vice around him. 

Gaz freezes, feeling the hidden strength in your quivering limbs and how your face is hiding itself away even more fervently. You’re too embarrassed to look, to say anything. 

But he was so warm, and his hands felt nice; just like they had room, or even when they had pressed to your mouth in the back alley when this all started. 

Kind.

God, his hands were kind.

Kyle blinks in the darkness, the encompassing willow trees acting as a silent sentinel to this phenomenon. “Okay,” he says, low-like. When your grip doesn’t ease, he reassures, “I’m staying, Spitfire.”

You go limp once more, a shuddering sigh ripping out of your mouth. Gaz has to stay a twitch of his lips, a soft look spreading into his eyes as he huffs. Inside, he grasps for that small string of hope and pulls on it, wondering if this was when he walks back from the knife edge and can truly fix things. 

A relationship can only be mended by the two people involved in it. If you could call this anything more than a dependency, that is.

“I should never have said what I did,” Kyle relays, knowing it was his time to reach out. You listen silently, drained. “A…at least not the way I said it. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry, too. Lost my temper.” He chuckles after a moment. “Didn’t think you’d be able to do that to me, honestly.” 

In a second of contemplation, Gaz moves his head back and brings his hands up to your cheeks, shifting your face back from his shoulder entirely soaked and soggy. 

“I’m sorry.” He says it with no intention of making you look into his eyes, but the action itself makes it seem sincere and honest. Your red-veined eyes stay at his neck, gazing at his bobbing Adam’s apple. “I need you to know that I mean it.” 

Kyle’s thumbs go and swipe the tear tracks, spreading them away with firm attention. He spares a small chuckle. 

“I’ll be honest, I felt like a proper arse after all of that. I don’t like yelling when I don’t have to.” He sighs. “Certainly not at you. Not after everything.”

You let him grab at his shirt sleeve and mutter a small, “Here,” pressing the fabric along your chin to catch the last drops. Silent, you just blink. 

Kyle’s concern peeks back in. 

“...Nothing to say, Spitfire? Makin’ me nervous.” Face only holding blood and no longer tears, you shrug blankly after a moment. 

“Don’t have anything to tell,” you utter weakly, licking your lips as Gaz’s hands fall lightly away—one on the other side of your hip and the other near his. You itch at your neck slowly. “M’tired.” 

“No shame in it,” the Sergeant whispers, eyelids half-tilted. “You want to go in now, Love?” 

Again, you only shrug, looking into Gaz’s chest with eyes far away. Already the internal walls were trying to build themselves back up; capitalize on the silence to spread poison-coated oil in the moat—light an angry fire with flame-coated arrows. 

You feel utterly alone.

Kyle stays silent as you close your eyes and listen to the trees speak to each other, those little birds on the breeze dancing with wingbeats. Your father would take you out here often, not to impart his unending wisdom like some old man, but just to listen. Listen to nature; the simple parts of everyday life removed from the expectations and pressure. 

Water, the ruffling of feathers, and the trees.

My Little Love. 

But he wasn’t a good man.

“I found a USB,” you open your eyes, locking eyes with Gaz and telling yourself not to flinch backward. He blinks at you twice in surprise, body stilling as he looks back. 

Those browns and ambers melt into a concoction of memory—flecks of green tiny and barely noticeable from a large distance; but you two were relatively close at the moment. Your lungs go tight, fingers twitching as you wrap the limbs around your waist loosely. Kyle watches with apprehension, eyes flicking away for a moment at the weight behind this. 

“Say again?” He asks, gaze traveling back slowly only to see you still waiting to meet his eyes. The man holds it this time, clearing his throat against the hitch in his breath. “Are you sure you’re alright—”

“I kept it in my jacket pocket when you took the journal and the laptop.” You interrupt, eyes darting away quickly to look over his shoulder before the panic you feel in your gut spreads to your brain. “I don’t care, I can’t figure out the password—I’ll…I’ll just give it to you when I get back inside.”

There’s a black flash across the pond and as you lock onto the stray cat’s form, those silent paws padding to the water’s edge, Kyle gapes at you; jaw loose as he misses it. Yet the animal doesn't get water, doesn't even stoop down. It watches.

Silent, no hissing. 

Eyes like forests blink, a tail flicks, its head tilted, and then it turns and disappears back into the bushes like it was never there in the first place.

Kyle gets over his shocked confusion at your sudden willingness to confess to him.

“I…I’ll look into that,” he itches at his scarred cheek. “Thank you.” 

You scoff tinily, without venom. If you were a snake, he’d have said you had your fangs cut out. It’s pathetic, you know, how eagerly you want to get this off your chest—all of it. So you don’t stop. 

“Hector was just about the only person who was there for me after Dad…” You lick your lips. “You know. He…he made it better, or, at least, he tried to. I know you think that I’m overreacting to this, but—”

“Negative,” Kyle whispered, body loose and giving you his full attention. “I wouldn’t say that. Wouldn’t even think it.” 

“Then I guess you’d be the only one.” Your hand runs up and down your face, rubbing away the invisible blood. You mumble through flesh. “I shouldn’t be talking to you, Kyle.”

He huffs and tilts his head. “I’m not a bad listener, y’know? Talk all you want, if it bothered me, I’d tell you.” 

“It’s not about it bothering you.” Falling back into the usual bickering, you have to internally reel yourself back in. 

His body heat grounds you—latches on like hands. So starved for affection, all it had taken was one damn hug to entirely break you open like a cardboard castle; tears shed, and whispered words. 

How weak were you? 

Kyle hums, seeing the inner conflict. He could taste it on his tongue. 

“Go on,” he utters, accent lacing the words with patience. You shiver and drop your hands. 

Very.

“He,” your throat closes. “After the first year, I needed something to latch onto—some semblance of normal life. Hector was a constant face, one that was open and kind to me. Hell,” you look to the side, gritting your teeth weakly. “He gave me free food for weeks when he realized I wasn’t even eating anymore. Distracted me from falling back into a hole again. And to find out that after everything, he wasn’t not only doing it because he wanted to….but that my mother knew the entire time and…and,” you strangle down a whimper, the next sentence breathless with utter pain. 

“She didn’t even come back?” 

Kyle’s eyes break, lips pulling tight, before looking down. How many people were going to fail you, he asked himself. Him included.

The soldier thinks back to that small room and your terrified eyes—the blood and the boom of the rifle fired by Row from the corner. No definitive answers, a suicide, and names that led to nowhere. 

Everyone who had ever claimed to love you had stabbed you in the heart over and over again, and in that act, you’d decided to rip those blades out yourself and wield them like a shield. 

“When’s the last time you had a break, Love?” He speaks softly, gazing over your face and strangling down his anger at the people in your life—at the mansion itself; an entire metaphor for everything down to the closed curtains and the dusty corners. 

You blink back to the Brit’s neck, clenching and unclenching your fingers, eyes unfocused. 

“I mean a real one. Took off of Uni, just…forgot about all of it?” 

“If I didn't have college to focus on,” you confess, shaking your head. “I don’t even think I’d be…” 

As you trail, Kyle takes in a sharp breath with his heart jerking to a halt inside of his chest. 

After a moment of his digging eyes, he whispers, strained, “It’s okay. I understand.” 

“Yeah,” your body shifts, pushing past the topic quickly. “Yeah. Good.” 

The silence falls again, but there’s a different air to this one. Kyle doesn’t look away, not for a long, long time. 

“Why did you do it?” The words sneak out of your lips, face twisted up. “Please, Kyle.” You lightly shake your head from side to side, defeated down to your marrow. “All I’m asking you is why.” 

The Brit grits his teeth, glaring at the ground at his side. 

Why? How could he answer that? Nothing he says would bring you comfort—make this make sense. None of this made sense. 

But he can’t not answer you. 

Call him weak for that, not as durable as he thought he was, but you’re suffering—mind a mess of barbed wire and dark phantoms. There’s a weight on your shoulders that he can feel, had been feeling. For all of his opinions on your attitude, you didn’t deserve to live like this—that much was obvious. 

It was not in his nature to be needlessly cruel. 

Kyle stares at your shoulder as he answers, you, in turn, let your eyes slip the tightness of his face; near to one another in a way you’d both never believed you’d experience. 

“I don’t know,” Gaz admits with a single tilt of his chin your way as if to apologize. “Pressure. Duty. That’s all shite, I know, but…but I thought I was going down the only path available. It’s not a bloody excuse.” The man speaks earnestly, without faltering. “He was never supposed to die, Love. Never. That doesn’t make it better, but it’s the truth. You were never supposed to see that, and everything that’s gone on, I share the blame in. And that’s something I’ll take to my damn grave regretting every chance I’m able.” He closes his mouth for a moment, and carefully he shifts to grasp your arm. When you don’t move away, he ends with utter conviction. “None of this is your fault. None.”

You take a large shaky breath, mind a mess of information. But you feel lighter than you had in ages. Glancing quickly down at Kyle’s hand, you blink at it. The Sergeant squeezes once and lets go without a word. His cheeks heat before he clears his throat, going to rub a hand at the base of his neck and spare an awkward chuckle. 

“But, uh,” two pairs of eyes flitter away from each other's bodies. “Regardless, Love, you really do have a habit of making a man regret his actions.”

That gets a thin smirk flicking your lips. “It’s a lifestyle, Garrick.” 

Flexing your still bandaged hand, you lightly flinch at the ripped stitches; the old wrappings at this point entirely soiled. Gaz notices from his side-eye, fully looking down to make a noise in the back of his throat as the willows sway. 

“Let me see, then.” You huff, trying to shimmy away.

“It’s fine.” He deadpans at you, hand by your hip not letting up.

“You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t spoken to me about re-binding it? C’mon, Spitfire, I just thought you were taking care of it.” He smirks. “Then I remembered you’re more stubborn than a damn mule.” 

You glare at his chest and half-heartedly roll your eyes, unwilling to argue. That thought alone is like a strike of lightning. 

“Only one mule?” 

“Hm,” Gaz reaches and lightly grabs your hand, turning it over and picking at the binding. It unravels easily. “You’re right. Make that three, actually. Throw in a nasty habit of being selectively deaf and it’ll be you to a point.”

You slap his shoulder with your free hand and he slightly banks away, chuckling, with his spine hunching in. 

“Easy now, Girl!” You slap him two more times for good measure, a tiny giggle slipping past your lips as he jostles away with a wide smile. 

But it’s natural, surprising, how simply the laugh comes out right after. Maybe it’s the utter exhaustion that finally lets it out from the cages you’d kept it in—a sleeping jailor at the iron door.

You bend carefully forward, as Gaz’s hand holds yours, lungs pushing through the fog of the forest that was once sprouting in them to release little laughs into the air.

“I hate you, Kyle Garrick,” your lips utter as he pulls back the last of the wrappings and looks at the damage you’d caused to yourself, taking the skin and swiping a finger over the old blood to watch it flick away.

He chuckles and smirks, raising a brow. “I know, Spitfire.”

“That nickname staying?”

“Bet your bloody arse it is.” He’s smiling. You’re smiling. Or maybe he’s only doing it because you are. “No one fits it better.”

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[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Monster of Wolf Woods | Part One

Summary: a love story of a muggle and a werewolf

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Remus hating on himself

A/N: this is the start of a two part (possibly more if people like it) story to please the David Thewlis hyperfixation my brain currently has. Hope you enjoy! as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

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I’d never paid much attention to the moon, other than the occasional glance up to admire it’s beauty on a dark night. I’d never stopped to consider the danger that lurked beneath it. That is until I met Remus. 

I work in a small independent book shop in the middle of a small independent village. No one really knows this village exists aside from the people who live here and there are only around 300 or so of us. I was working in the bookshop the day I met Remus. It’s not very often you meet new people in this village when so he walked into the shop I felt my heart jump with excitement. His gentle nature, kind smile and enthusiasm for books caught my attention and I quickly developed a crush on him. I kicked myself for not asking for his number as I watched him leaving the shop, thinking I’d blown my opportunity and that I’d never see him again. 

To my surprise (and relief) he came back the following day. And the day after that. And the day after that. 

He came back to the shop every single day for almost a week, each time buying a new book before talking to me for at least an hour about the book he’d purchased the previous day. It was like we’d started our own little book club. 

“Well lovely chatting you as always. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said on the Saturday as he turned to leave the shop. 

“Actually we’re closed on Sundays.” I replied regretfully, half considering opening up the shop just for him. 

“Oh” he responded disappointed, thinking for a moment “Well I guess you’ll have to let me take you out somewhere else then.”

“Like, a date…?” I tested, feeling butterflies as I waited for his answer. 

“If that’s okay with you.” He suddenly sounded nervous. “You don't have to of course, if you’d rather not-”

“Remus” I said gently, interrupting him before he had a chance to fully spiral. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

“You- you want to?” The hope in his eyes melted my heart. 

“I’ve wanted to since the day you first walked in.” 

The next day we met up outside the closed bookshop. He brought flasks of coffee and together we walked through the village and shared stories about our lives with each other. He told me about how he spent the past year working as a teacher at some private boarding school but recently moved back to the area after having enough of dealing with ‘rich overbearing parents’. I told him how I’d moved to this village 6 months ago after splitting with my ex, opening up to him about the awful way I’d been treated which explained why I wanted a fresh start in the middle of nowhere. 

We’d become so distracted in our conversation that I didn’t even realise how far we’d walked until we arrived at the edge of the forest. 

“Everything alright dear?” He asked, noticing my hesitation to follow him. 

“This is the entrance to wolf woods.” I say and he nods. “Did you mean to bring us here?” 

The forest wasn’t really called wolf woods, that’s just the nickname given to it by the locals because if you listen into the night when the moon is full you can almost hear the sounds of a wolf howling. No one had ever actually seen a wolf, but the villagers still would never get near just in case. 

“I must admit I got so caught up listening to your story I lost track of where we were going. I didn’t mean to bring you so close to the forest. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“Oh no, I’m not scared!” I say with a smile and he looks at me confused.

“But the wolf lives here.”

“I’ve read a lot about them and I think they’re beautiful and misunderstood creatures. I’m more concerned that if there is a wolf living in these woods then two humans walking into its home might startle it and make it feel unsafe.” When I looked at Remus I swear I saw a tear in his eye. “Are you okay?” 

“I’ve never heard mugg-” he corrected himself “person talk so kindly about a monster before.” 

“I don't believe they’re monsters. But even if they were, everyone deserves kindness…” I say, taking a step to close the gap between us.” …everyone deserves love.” 

Remus suddenly leant down and kissed me, taking my breath away, before pulling away flustered. 

“Sorry, I don't know what came over me-” he starts breathlessly but I grab his face and pull him in for another kiss, this one lasting longer as we both melted into each other. 

That was the first of many kisses I shared with Remus as we started seeing each other. As the months went by I noticed a trend in his behaviour. Once a month he’d be gone for a couple of days on what he jokingly referred to as a ‘super secret work trip’ but would never actually go into detail about. When I tried to ask him more about these trips or even what he did for work the conversation would always go elsewhere. He would often come back from these trips with cuts and bruises that he’d try to hide from me. His energy would be low and though he’d try to put on a happy face I could tell he was down. 

After one particularly bad trip where he came back using a cane to help him walk I sat him down on the sofa in my living room and pulled up a chair to sit in front of him as I asked him for the truth. He gave me a sad smile, and started to explain everything. I sat and listened, occasionally asking a question to help me understand, while he told me about magic and wizards and muggles and Hogwarts. It amazed me to find out this whole other world existed right under my nose. It also terrified me a little to learn of someone he referred to as ‘the dark lord’, but Remus assured me that we’d be safe. 

“So… you're a wizard?” I asked and he nodded. I smiled. “That’s pretty cool.” 

“There’s more.” His face turned serious as he took my hand. He breathed deep and I could tell he was afraid of what he had to say next. “There is a wolf that lives in the forest. But he’s not beautiful like the wolves you’ve read about in your nature books. This one really is a monster. And I’m really hoping that you meant it when you said everyone deserves love because-” he stopped, trying to calm himself with another deep breath. “Y/N…”

“It’s okay.” I said, squeezing his hand tighter as he started to cry. 

“It’s not okay, it’s not!” He cries and I placed one hand on his cheek, wiping tears away with my thumb as they rolled down past his scars. “I can’t-”

“You can Remus. Nothing that you say will change the way I feel about you.” I gently guided his face so I can look into his eyes. “Look at me. You can tell me.” 

He removed my hand from his face, placing it with my other hand in his. 

“I’m a werewolf.” He says, looking down to fix his gaze on where our hands are intwined. “When I was a child a vicious werewolf broke into our family home and attacked me while I was sleeping and ever since then I have been cursed to transform into something I hate every full moon. There’s a bunker near my cottage in the forest that I lock myself in but the wolf is loud and sometimes the villagers hear me. Thankfully no one has ever been brave enough to go searching the woods and hopefully they never will. For years I’ve been planting ideas in the muggle’s heads. The right words said to the right people at the right time and before you know it the whole village has been warned to stay clear of the dangerous creature in the forest. They have no idea its really me. I am the monster of wolf woods.”

My hands slip from Remus’ as he leans back in his chair, letting out a breath as he watches me with worry in his eyes, trying to work out what I’m thinking. Silently I stand up from my seat and Remus’ worry turns to panic. 

“I understand completely if this is too much, if you don't want to see me-” he starts babbling but I cut him off as I sit down on the sofa next to him, putting my arm around him to pull him into a tight hug. I feel how much he is shaking and he starts to cry with relief. 

“I can’t lie, that was a lot to take in. But it doesn’t change anything. You’re still Remus, the gentle natured book nerd with a kind smile who came into my shop and stole my heart all those months ago.” I say, leaning away to look in his face. “My Remus.” 

“I don't deserve you.” He whispers with a sad smile. 

“Yes you do.” I smile back at him as I kiss him on the nose, causing us both to start giggling. 

“Thank you.” he says once we’ve composed ourselves. “My Y/N. I really do love you.” 

“I really do love you too.” 

*part two coming soon*

[thinkingotherwise]

He got me bad bad.

By The Stream

Cidolfus Telamon x reader

The sun was high in the sky and you bathed in its warm rays whenever they peaked through the woods. You were walking across the nearby forest to the Hideaway, which was honestly a little far as it was in the middle of desert-like terrain.

The sound of the water brought you closer to the river that you knew well enough. Anytime you found yourself in the nearby area you visited the river as well. It brought you a moment of comfort and relief. The water was always clear and calm and it felt great to be able to dip in it, especially during mid-day when the sun brought a pleasant warm.

After taking off most of your clothes, leaving only the underwear on, you slowly stepped into the stream. Your things lay on the edge just far enough not to let the water touch them. But you didn't get rid of everything keeping a short sword that was usually strapped to your calf in its place as a precaution. It wasn't needed during all the previous times you frequented the river but you were never too careful.

The river moved around you as you let it embrace your dirty body. You gathered water in your palms before pouring over parts of your skin to clean the sweat from all your marching and fighting Relaxing you let your body soak, feeling more at ease by the minute, yet your hearing stayed sensitized to anyone approaching. When you didn't catch anything in your nearby area you decided to dip your head in the stream to clean your hair and face as well.

Head deep under the water you hold your breath as hands move to your face and rub on it and then move to brush through your hair. A sudden sound of a branch breaking makes you alert. It wasn't too loud as your sense of hearing was dulled because of the river but you didn't take it lightly and your hand wrapped around the handle of your short sword.

Your head quickly emerged from the water and you wiped your eyes with your free hand before gazing around you. The first thing you noticed was the lack of your things in your previous place making your grip on the weapon tighten. Next, your gaze moved slightly further and you saw the trail of smoke before meeting the all-too-familiar figure of Cid sitting under the tree.

An irritated sight left your mouth and you let the weapon fall to your side. Your steps lead you through the stream until you stopped in his view. "Cid, give me my clothes back!" Your voice echoed through the calm woods. A small smirk adorned his face as he puffed out the smoke from his cigarette and looked in your direction. "No idea what you mean." He eyed you lazily trying to catch the sight of as much of your body as he could with you standing in the water. "I just came here for a little smoke." You furrowed your brows looking at him unimpressed. "Mhm." You hummed and your gaze moved around until it stoped at the small pile of clothes. "Then what is it on your left?" His gaze was still stuck on you, not really listening to what you just said. "Huh?"

A sigh left your body and you raised your hand to point beside him. "Your left." "Oh, would you look at that? Looks familiar." He voiced as his eyes finally moved from you to look at the clothes he had taken from where you placed them, and kept them by himself. "It definitely does." You said crossing your arms on your chest. "Well then don't let me keep it away from you, you can come and get it." Cid's hand moved gesturing for you to approach him. He didn't really believe that you'd listen to him, but you did, slowly stepping out of the water.

He was surprised to see more and more of your almost naked body the closer you got to him. His mouth opened involuntarily at the sight and his cigarette fell from his lips. He tried to catch it only making it burn his hand and he hissed putting it out on the ground. You stopped beside him and reached for your clothes but when you looked at him you saw his wide eyes staring at you. His gaze was glued to your wet form and the water slowly dripping down your body.

"Oh, sweet Eikons." He breathed totally enchanted by you. His grin grew and his eyes darkened at the seductive display in front of him. "Feels like I'm dreaming." He added sitting up and leaning closer towards you. You huffed at him with a slight chuckle and your hand connected with his face to push him lightly away. "Sod off." You commented teasingly and before your palm left his head he grabbed your wrist.

His fingers caressed your skin once, twice and then he brought it closer to him to place a soft peck at the tip of your fingers. "So hot." Cid muttered against your digits making you freeze as your free hand grabbed your clothes. You tried to hide the full effect he had on you and so you replied with a growing smirk. "Then take a dip it'll cool you." You saw the corner of his lips going up and the next second he pulled on your arm making you fall into his lap. Your wet body pressed against his clothes and his hand sneaked around you landing on your back and moving slowly. "No thanks, I prefer to keep the hottness by having you by my side."

[cloudyskydreams]

What do you think would be the first thing the skeletons (UT, US, UF, & HT Sanses mainly and any Papyruses if you feel like it) do once they get to the surface?

This is a good one! Right...i did them all lmaoo, the HorrorTale bros are quickly becoming my favorite they're just so ::3 <3 anyways I hope you guys enjoy this was really fun to think about and write!

Undertale:

Sans: Not surprising but seeing the stars is the first thing he wants to do. He's waited his entire life to see them, listened to stories and read old star charts that fell underground and from before monsters were even forced underground. For the day he spends it with Paps exploring the city, at night they walk back to the mountain to gaze at the stars, he cries when he sees them too.

Papyrus: It would probably be taking Sans out to explore with him so he can get even more ideas for future plans. While exploring he's trying to cross off the next big thing of making some new human friends! Doesn't really work out too well in the beginning as he scares a lot of people accidentally but he's not going to let that stop his adventure for that sweet sweet friendship

Underfell:

Red: Finding somewhere to get a drink. After everything that just happened with the barrier braking, seeing the sky for the first time, tasting fresh air ect. Red needs a fucking drink. It's half in celebration and half to calm his nerves.

Edge: He's with his version of Undyne making sure the monsters stay in their lane and nothing bad happens. Damage control basically. When he has some free time he goes for a quick nature walk to scope out the area, he'll take a minute to genuinely rest for once and enjoy the peaceful scenery surrounding him.

Underswap:

Blue: Much like Papyrus Blue hits up the city for some exploring. He's a curious fellow and he wants to see what this entire new world has to offer to him. He'd window shop while pointing out new interesting things to Stretch who he dragged along. Wants to try some human food as soon as possible he's insatiably curious about some and he gets street tacos as his first meal above ground.

Stretch: He's being dragged around by Blue lol. Not that he minds, he takes in the sights of the city sort of mesmerized. When Blue asks where he wants to go he'd either choose the botanical garden or an arcade. When Blue gets human food he's gets a corn dog and is disappointed when the stand doesn't have honey for it. Good thing he has his own.

HorrorTale:

Axe: He secures food for him and his brother. He literally hunts down the first animal he can find and kills it to make sure him and his brother have food that night. If he hadn't eaten recently he might go a bit overboard and overhung resulting in a small pile that he sits near and growls if anyone comes near.Once his dinners secured and Willow is by his side he enjoys the suns rays on his bones and drifts off to take the best nap he's had in years.

Willow: Honestly my boys crying. He cloud watches as the first thing he does. Of course most of the monsters are immediately entranced by the sky and Willow is no different. He spends a good amount of time simply watching the clouds drift by and feeling the sun warm his bones. He's at peace for once and gods does he deserve it. Once he's done cloud watching he's gonna prepare the food that his brother caught for them while happily exploring the surrounding woods.

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

A Dark Redemption // [Part I]

Prompt | "Mountain being found by Ivy in the woods, not summoned"

Word count | 1.3k

⚠️ Warnings | Mountain is kind of a spooky bitch at first, very possible OOC Ivy, story has a bit of a horror vibe.

Plot Summary: Livestock have been going missing from the back pasture, Siblings have been telling stories of a 'demon' in the woods. Terzo sends Ivy to investigate, only for the ghoul to find the woodland creature and give him a chance at redemption.

A/N: This was all @sister-nyx's idea. I had such a fun time writing it though! I hope you love it as much as I did writing it!!!! One chapter will be released every day at 10am EST! 🖤 xo Emery

Night had quietly fallen over the Abbey. The Ghouls were enjoying their time lounging in the common area, but unlike most days, not a sound could be heard. Terzo had pushed them hard at practice today, never satisfied with anything they seemed to try. 

Poor Ifrit, eager to prove himself, played so hard that halfway through the solo in Jigolo Har Megiddo, his fingers actually started to bleed. Yet he kept playing, his white guitar turning grey as the ghoul’s blood was smeared all over it. On the couch, Aether currently had the Fire ghoul sat on his lap as he worked to heal the puncture wounds on his fingers. 

Aether didn’t get off any easier. Also eager to prove that he was a worthy replacement for Omega, Aether ended up dislocating his pinky finger four times. Thankfully it was an easy fix when he had a couple seconds, using his Quintessence to pop it back into place. However, that didn’t mean the ghoul wasn’t silently crying out in pain every time it happened.

The pack was a mess.

The only sounds that could be heard from within the den were odd grunts and groans as they struggled to move. Not a single one of them could be angry at their Papa though, they all knew he was going through a rough time.. Losing so many of his most trusted ghouls all at once would do that to a man. No one knew that better than Ivy.

The Earth ghoul would often bring Terzo leftovers when he missed dinner. When Aether was busy in the infirmary looking after Omega’s patients, Ivy would be there to listen to Terzo’s heartbroken cries. They had built quite a bond over the last month or so.

A quiet knock was heard before Terzo quietly walked into the den. The ghouls thought it was cute when he knocked. It was kind of pointless since they all knew he was there long before he even got close to the entrance. Perks of their heightened senses.

The ghouls attempted to sit up straighter at the sight of their Papa, who winced in guilt as he heard their pained struggles.

“I just wanted to come in and say, I’m very sorry for how I treated you all today.” Terzo hung his head in shame. “I know you are trying very hard. I was not very appreciative of that. You all have large shoes to fill. I sometimes forget some of you have not been here that long, and it will take some time.”

Aether ran a soothing hand over Ifrit’s head before he stood from the couch. “Papa, you don’t need to apologize–”

“Yes, I do!” Terzo cut in. “It was not right. That is not who you need me to be, that is not who I need to be. My loving ghouls, I am very sorry.”

The pack turned to look at each other, silently contemplating whether to accept their Papa’s apology. Nodding to each other before they moved to embrace Terzo in a crushing pack hug. Leaning next to his ear, Dewdrop whispered, “Do it again, and I will float your mattress down the river.”

Terzo could only chuckle and lovingly kiss his newest Water ghoul on the forehead. “I would expect nothing less.”

The ghouls released him from their cuddle, going back to dynamically flopping over the couches and chairs. A desperate attempt to relieve some pressure from their aching knees, back and feet. Terzo stopped Ivy before he could join the rest of the pack.

“May I speak with you a moment?”

Ivy nodded and followed Terzo outside the den, walking slowly beside him through the basement halls.

“I wondered,” Terzo said cautiously. “Have you… noticed some of the livestock missing from the back pasture?”

Ivy pondered. The ghoul did overhear some of the Siblings talking about the forest the other day, but he wasn’t sure if that was why. “I might have heard something about that.”

Terzo stopped before rounding the corner. “Now, please don’t take this the wrong way,” he said softly. “But you ghouls haven’t… if there isn’t enough food at dinner time–”

“Oh! No, Papa. We would never,” Ivy quickly defended. “I can double check with the pack, but as far as I know, the answer is no. The Catholic sheep and goats up the road are plenty.”

Terzo exhaled in relief. “Thank, Satan.”

“Would you like me to go investigate?” The Earth ghoul offered, tilting his head in curiosity. “I did notice some of the Siblings have been afraid to go into the forest lately, and Dewdrop mentioned the fish have been missing from the black lake for a few weeks now.”

“That is strange.” He furrowed his brow in thought. “I wouldn’t want to trouble you beyond what I have already asked.”

Ivy just smiled at him. “It would be no trouble, Papa. As an Earth ghoul, the forest is my responsibility since Earth and Pebble are… no longer able to fulfill their duties.”

The air around the two turned melancholy for a moment before Ivy placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head in respect to his leader. “I will gladly get to the bottom of this.”

Terzo gently placed a hand on the Earth ghoul’s cheek, forcing the dark entity to look at him as he smiled warmly. “I knew I could count on you. Thank you, Ivy. I am in your debt.”

“It is my honour to be of service, Sir.”

Terzo was more patient and forgiving after that. Band practice actually became fun for the ghouls. One day, ‘For shits and giggles’ he said, Terzo let everyone switch places.

Seeing only the tips of little Dewdrops horns as he struggled to see behind Earth’s drums, and witnessing Aether’s awkward T-Rex fingers tapping all the wrong notes on Zephyr’s keyboard had everyone in a laughing fit for half an hour.

Things had been going well.

It was a day off when Ivy decided to finally see what the big fuss in the forest was. Since the talk with Terzo, there had been strange happenings every time someone ventured in too far.

Aether said a Sister of Sin came running into the infirmary a few nights ago with strange bruises around her ankles, and cuts all over like she had been dragged through a rose bush. She had been screaming in terror about how the forest had glowing eyes as it dragged her in and tried to eat her.

More livestock had been going missing too: sheep, goats, and now Missy, Terzo’s beloved dairy cow. Whatever was haunting these woods was hungry, and it was getting brave.

Before midnight mass yesterday, Terzo had a message. 

“I understand you are all afraid of something in the forest, yes?” Quiet murmurs erupted around the main hall. “Do not fear, I have it being looked into. The forest will be safe again soon enough, I implore you to be patient. In the meantime, Siblings will no longer be able to venture into the forest unaccompanied. If you need to journey past the treeline, please do take one of the larger ghouls with you.”

It didn’t take ghoulish hearing to notice that a large number of the Clergy were not impressed, or comforted by the announcement. It was the best Terzo could offer with the limited information he had.

From that moment, Ivy knew solving the mystery within the woods was of the utmost importance.

That night, Ivy left his room and walked past the ghoul pile happening in the living room. Aether, ever the mom, tiredly lifted his head as he felt the Earth ghoul walk by.

“Going out? At this hour?”

Ivy stopped to look at Aether on the bottom of the pile, his head popped up behind Ifrit’s chest as the Fire ghoul used him as a pillow. “Papa asked me to look into what’s scaring the Siblings in the forest.”

Aether just sleepily nodded as he shut his violet eyes once again and mumbled, “Ok, be safe. Yell if you… need us.”

Ivy smiled lovingly at the sight of the four snoring ghouls on the floor before leaving the den to start his mission.

[Next]

[angelsworks]

Sick Doggy Klaus Mikaelson x Fluttershy!Reader

Type : Oneshot

Challenge Masterlist -> Here

Summary: The sick dog you take back to your home isn’t what he appears to be

Warnings: injury of animal, violence, etc

You’d been picking flowers a while away from your small cottage. You’d walked down the weathered dirt path to an open meadow full of flowers. It was there that you started to fill your basket. The sun felt good on your skin, as did the breeze in your hair. You’d worn a lightly coloured flowy dress. One that fit into your almost cottage core aesthetic.

True to your aesthetic you did live in a cottage. That cottage happened to be on the outskirts of mystic falls - home to the weird and supernatural. Despite living there your whole life, you always felt a disconnect with the people around you. You’d prefer the company of animals to that of humans. But you still wanted to stay close to home, close to your roots.

The cottage was perfect. It had taken hard work on your part but it was now your home. It was a place you could live in peace with your animals. The majority of animals in your cottage weren’t necessarily pets. They came and went as they pleased. Always knowing your home would be there if they so needed it.

The exceptions were your dog and cat. Both strays that you had taken in over your time at the cottage.

It became almost a hobby of yours. Interacting and caring for animals. It was almost as if they were drawn to you. Or maybe you were just drawn to them.

A sound in the distance made you cease your flower picking. A loud cry from beyond the tree-line. Then a sharp howl. The sounds combined made you think it was a fox of some sort with the way it screamed. Then the howl lead you to a canine.

Abandoning your flower basket you cautiously walked towards the tree-line. Looking for any movement from the animal in question. When you saw none you made you way into the maze of trunks. Each one looking similar to the last. You knew these woods though, you wouldn’t get lost.

You followed your instincts and the occasional sounds of the animal. Finally you happened upon it, a relatively large wolf, dark grey in colour, apart from the dark patches on its face. It was in pain. The cause of that pain was a steel bait trap locked tightly around one of it arms or paws or legs.

“Oh no, you poor thing.” You pushed aside any idea of fear about this creature. Knowing that wolves weren’t necessarily common to the area but were warned against frequently.

You moved closer and it growled loudly. Causing you to jolt back slightly in fright.

“No, no, listen,” you crouch down trying to appear less threatening. “I’m here to help. Please let me help you.”

Almost like it could understand it stops it’s growling. Letting out a whine as it’s head falls to the ground.

You take it as a sign to get to work. Assessing the damage done to its leg and what the best course of action would be.

You take a breath, “I’m going to pry it off, okay? After that I’ll wrap it and take you back to my cottage.”

You rip your dress, pushing aside sad thoughts of damaging one of your favourite dresses. The fabric you’ve now got would be ideal to wrap it’s wound.

Next you press your hands down on the springs of the bear trap. This wasn’t your first time dealing with one even though the area was a hunt free zone. That fact didn’t stop some people.

As the force on the springs increases the jaws start to relive the pressure. They open slightly, enough to free the wolf’s leg from it. Once it’s clear you let go and the jaws snap shut.

You move to its leg, carefully wrapping the material of your dress around it. It’s not wounded badly, but it has broken the skin and it’s bleeding. When you’re finished the wolf gets up and starts to limp away.

“Hey, you can’t leave. There are hunters here most of the time, illegally of course. You won’t last long out there.” You tell it, trying to coax it in the direction of your cottage.

It sounds like it let’s put a huff of air as it turns around and starts to limp after you.

You walk slowly back to your cottage, picking up your basket on the way. You tell the wolf all about the different flowers you’ve collected and why. You tell it about the meanings of each that you learnt from your botany book.

“It’s not just me at the cottage you know. There’s Tilda, she’s a cat. And there’s Rocco, he’s a dog. You’ll have to be careful around Rocco he thinks everyone his girlfriend.” You laugh, making the wolf behind you growl.

“Are you a girl?” It growls again.

“A boy.” It stays silent.

You smile. Maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but this wolf doesn’t seem normal. It’s too smart.

You approach the cottage by sundown. The wolf behind you still follows relatively closely. When you open the door you’re met with a bounding Rocco, who’s tail almost knocks off various photos and pots around it. It takes him less than ten seconds to notice the hulking grey figure behind you. He starts to bounce on his feet as he stares through your legs.

“No Rocco, no playtime. Go find Tilda, it’s dinner time.” You tell the dog. To which he trots off into your bedroom to bother the black cat most likely lounging under your bed.

You stand to the side of the door so the wolf can make his way inside. Once he does you close and lock the door then start to make a place up on one of your couches. Pulling blankets and pillows alike to fashion a bed of some kind for your visitor.

You motion to the couch, “You can sleep on here. Not that Rocco will be happy. He’s not normally allowed on the furniture.”

The wolf limps over the the couch. Then jumps up, careful not to put weight on its injured leg.

“I need to sort their dinner out, but I’ll find you something to eat soon.” Before leaving to the kitchen you find yourself stroking the wolf’s back, much like as it were your pet.

After sorting Rocco and Tilda’s dinner you call them both. Finding it unsurprising how Rocco runs in, almost colliding with the wall. While, at a much slower pace, Tilda takes her time coming to get her dinner.

You decide on cooking a few chicken breasts for yourself and your visitor. You flavour your own while you leave his plain. Not sure how Wolves feel about spices on their chicken.

After making some pieces to go with your dinner you begin to plate everything up. Once that’s done you put your own plate in the now turned off oven to stay warm, while you feed the wolf his own.

He sniffs the chicken cautiously and stares at you.

“It’s chicken. Rocco eats this all the time. Trust me.” After a brief stare down he takes a gentle bite from your fingers.

It’s the understanding in the wolf’s eyes that once again make you think of how smart it is. Completely illogical but it seems almost human.

When you’ve finished feeding him you go to feed yourself then wash up from dinner and clean your hands. After that you retrieve a bowl from your cabinets to act as a make shift water bowl for the wolf.

“This is for you, I’ll leave it just in the floor.” You tell him after crouching down near him.

“Now let me check your leg.” Carefully you start to unwrap the makeshift bandage, revealing the cuts underneath. You hiss as if his pain if your own.

“Let’s wrap this properly, little guy.” To that the wolf growls. He is in no was little but you can’t help treating him as such.

With his leg properly wrapped and wound cleaned you pull the blanket down over him and wish him a goodnight. When you turn out the light and return to your room to sleep you aren’t sure what will happen with the wolf. Maybe you need to contact the local ranger about him. Yet you don’t want him to be hurt further or killed.

It doesn’t seem to be a problem in the morning. When you go to greet your visitor, he’s gone. Blanket somehow folded neatly and door unlocked. Both strike you as strange but you shrug them off.

You don’t forget about the wolf and the wolf doesn’t forget about you. You don’t realise what an impact you’ve had on Klaus Mikaelson, but you’re about to find out.

[ihuntvisualmentoo]

World of Magic✨✨

Shaun’s Route

(You’ve chosen his route)

Just like a would in an actual visual novel, you’ll be going through this but you will have a storyline with each character. The route will be separate from the other routes. So each of them won’t be connected at all.

Enjoy the piece of trash I’ve written, cause this gon’ be one long ass post.

\Again

He did it a-fucking -gain

Half naked on top of another random woman, and here you are standing at the front of his bedroom door with a bag of cookies made just for him. It's nothing new honestly. Just a repetitive loop that happens over and over again. The shock isn't even there to show on your face, instead a conniving smile stretches across your face, “Ah, it seems as though I'm interrupting a friendly moment here."

The red head snaps his attention to you, with the most 'worried' expression, “Y-y/n! It's not what it looks like! Honest!”

You give him a blank through your jeweled veil as he tries to take out another sad excuse in his book.

Oh this poor bumbling idiot, he hasn't realized that you're already sick of his shit. You raised a gloved hand at him as a sign to stop talking, at the same time the woman on his bed wraps her arms around his neck from behind pressing his breasts against his back

"Ian, what's wrong? Is she bothering you?" she said in a seductive voice. Red flushes across lan's cheeks, a reaction that used to be for you. The woman glances at you with a smirk. However you couldn't care less.

*You can have him, you thought, less work for me'

You set the cookies on a nearby small table, "I’Il just leave these here then." exiting the room.

"W-wait!" Ian pleaded wanting you to stay and listen, but you didn't live your whole life to put up with this. With a turn on your heel, you walk down the adorned hallways as the palace's maids and butlers slightly bow, not looking back.

Ian Duff, the crown prince bound to be next in line for the throne. And as his fiance you are the soon-to-be queen.

At first, you felt happy.

Happy because you would be with your 'lover' since childhood, and throughout the years were also the times that drifted you from each other. The times when he would shower me with affection, only for it to be for other women that jump into his sheets. While you just sit pretty as a doll that can't say anything about it. It just pisses you off!

You stop at an open window, admiring the royal garden, if you could, you would take off the jewels that covered your eyes but the nagging feeling of attendants nearby would gawk at the sudden sight.

You really needed air, and you're just taking the chance to clear your head. It's just... hard to always handle this problem Leaning at the edge of the window, eyes closed and rubbing your temples, the veil shifting slightly.

"Mew!"

A squeaky little meow makes you jolt. Opening your eyes, you see a gray tiny kitten peeking underneath the veil. She has a small purple envelope tied to her back. Readjusting yourself to look at her properly. You smiled as you curled a finger to scratch her chin. "Hey little Moonpie, got something for your aunty?"Moonpie purrs in response. Distracting the little messenger you take the note and read it.

"Heya kitty!

I got something cool I want you to see. Meet me in the woods tonight?”

You softly chuckle to yourself, “what a dork.”

At least he’s the only guy in your life

At the same time, Moonpie jumps off the window ledge and trots her way into the forest.

Well, looks like you gotta get ready.

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The sound of leaves crunch underneath your boots. The change of attire suitable for exploring out in the woods, knee high boots, white shirt with a vest, a long cloak, and a bag filled with needed supplies. It's also perfect for when you need to blend into a crowd of commoners while out and about.

You scan the area of the meeting spot, you don't see him around. Maybe he's just late?

"Shaun?"

No response

"Shaun wher-"

A pair of large hands weigh on your shoulders, feeling your whole body go stiff.

"Guess who-"

A voice all too familiar to you. You look up to see a dark-skinned man's face looming over you with dreads dipped in blue dye wearing a beast skull on his head with black-purplish fur reaching his back to top it off. "C'mon, I told you to stop that!" you said swatting at him, Shaun avoids your mini assault stepping away from you.

"Hah! What makes you think I'll promise such a thing?" he puts a dramatic hand on his chest. "You're just breaking my heart. How else can I have your undying attention?"

You couldn't but roll your eyes at his little performance. "Ya know, if it wasn't for my little niece i wouldn't even be here." Shaun gives you a raised brow and a shit eating grin. "And you would've still seen me."

He ruffles your hair, "C'mon, we don't wanna be out for too long." suggesting while grabbing a hold of your wrist to guide you to a safe point.

_______________

We stop in front of a small cabin, a very charming in fact one belonging to no other person but Shaun's. The inside of the cabin has already been decorated to his taste. I set my bag at the table full of little projects he's made before as he also takes off the beat skull on his head, tattoos of deciphers on his back. "So what's it you have to show this time?" I asked

Shaun gives a wide grin all that you recognize. “My god, Shaun, I swear if it’s another-” however your words are interrupted. “Okay before you, finish. Lemme just show you.”

he pulls out of glass box in his hands revealing to what looks to be-

“… a… slime?” You tilt your head to the side. Sensing the confusion, Shaun explains.

“It’s an acidic slime! Perfect for this one practice I’m doing.”

“And is it safe?”

….

“….Shaun? It’s safe, right??”

……..

Beads of sweats from on his forehead, nervously shifting his eyes to a very nice wall.

“Shaun are you kidding me right now?!”

“Cmon, it’s not that bad! I made sure myself.” Narrowing his eyes, you move your attention to the slime. Its green color shines in the candle lights, and it’s …rather cute too. “Well if you say so, I trust your judgment.”

Shaun gives a shit eating grin in victory, “See? A professional you can rely on.”

Hmm, to think you became friends with a guy like him.

Thunk!

The sudden sound alerts the duo, and look in the glass box.

“Ahh, shit!!”

The slime melted through the glass and landed on the wooden floor sinking into it in the process. However, it stopped and looked at Shaun. “Uhh, it looks… angry?”

“Y/n, don’t. Move.” ….

The creature stretches into a lengthy height, over towering the idiot.

“Or start running!”

Shaun dodges the slime as it lunges at him. One attack after another items are getting destroyed and small animals running away from the little boxes they were being held in. “Professional my ass! You didn’t make sure it was in the right box!”

“I thought it was slime proof!”

You tried to dodge the next attack, but it grazed you left thigh. On the floor, you yelped in pain, it’s burned through your boot. You take it off as fast as you can before the acid could spread anymore.

Distracted, the slime rushes to the small woman to give one clean hit. Seeing the raised tentacles, you closed your eyes prepared.

….

The sound of a vortex is heard, lid slamming after. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of heavy footsteps, to a pair of large hands cupping your face. “…You can open them now.”

With your vision returned, the feeling of your chest tightens.

Shaun is inches away from you, looking concerned. His eyes scan you until he spots the few on your leg. “Damn… it really got you bad.”

“What, happened?”

He says that he found another jar for emergencies in his projects. And this time, he made sure it was a very secure one. You let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know… although”

You sock him in the ribs

The impact made him cough, “Ack! Ow, okay, yeah I deserve that.”

Even though your lives were in danger, it stop you laughing in the aftermath. It was a hellish experience but it’ll be worth the tale later on in the future. “This is nice and all, but I really need some patching up here.”

Shaun nods and lifts you to your feet, he plops you on an untouched table.

The sight of the scar makes him wince. Med kit already in hand, he skillfully fixes the wound. “It’ll need to heal for a couple days,” he implied. “Right now, the slime only paralyzed your leg, it should be fine for you to walk around tomorrow.”

Oh

…

Oh!

That means you won’t be able to return to the palace tonight! If the servants notice you were absent, it’ll trigger a search.

….

At the same time though, you’re not really paid much attention to, the servants would probably not be bothered to report it. Huh? At least your reputation benefits you.

“Guess i’m sleeping over” you stretch out your arms to Shaun, with a tinge of red on his face, he lifts you and takes you around the house to assist with your night.

“…One bed?”

You turn to Shaun, already in sleepwear, he rubs the nape of his neck, trying to cool the blood rushing to his cheeks. “Yeah uh, if it makes you comfortable, I can just sleep on the floor”

You shake your head and disagreement, “No, no. It’s okay. I… honestly prefer that we share.”

A shy smile changes your lips. Repeating to yourself over and over that he’s just a friend.

…right?

*Holds out bowl* Tips and advice, please?

(Oh! Part 2??)

[pascalsangel]

The Greenhouse Keeper

authors note: this is my first time writing fanfic 🥹 so please be kind!! i'm hoping to make this into a series, i'm trying to go for an enemies to lovers, but i'm not sure how strong it's coming across. it's not proofread 🥲so sorry if there are any errors. any feedback or comments are greatly welcomed!!

pairing/AU: joel miller x female!reader - jackson era

word count: 1,708

summary: joel got a reassignment and that’s where he meets y/n

also, if you are reading this, then please do your daily click:

Tommy and Joel had recently been out for their usual patrol run with a small crew when things quickly turned south. Joel had accidentally veered off from the group to check the surrounding wooded area. He didn’t hear the single infected that had snuck up on his right side. He acted as quickly as he could’ve when he finally noticed the infected running up on him, but it was too late. 

He had got a good shot which killed the infected, but he had lost his balance when he pulled back to avoid being bitten. He tried to catch his fall, his right ankle ended up taking the most damage as he rolled it. The makeshift doctor at Jackson had given their best guess of a sprained ankle, but they couldn’t say how severe. They recommended a minimum two weeks of rest and elevation which Joel rolled his eyes at. Now, he was at dinner with his brother trying to figure out how soon he could get back to patrols. 

“Tommy, we both know that this is a bunch of bullshit. I don’t need to be reassigned. I’ll be fine to go back on our next patrol shift,” Joel sighed out. He pushed his plate away, losing his appetite from his frustration. “I mean for fuck’s sake where is she even thinkin’ of putting me?” 

Tommy looked at him with disbelief. “Joel, we both know that you can barely walk on your fuckin’ leg right now. You’re not ready for patrols. You were grimacing in pain just walking on your way for cryin’ out loud. Maria is doing what’s for the best.” 

Maria overheard the last part of their conversation as she pulled the seat next to Tommy out to join them. “What am I doing for the best?” she said. 

“I was just telling Joel here how much he’s going to love his reassignment to greenhouse till his ankle heals.” Tommy said through a smirk. 

Joel leaned back and crossed his arms. “You're joking, right?” He said, as he slowly looked between the two. 

Maria looked over at Tommy, seeking out any sort of help to console his brother, but his grin just kept getting wider. “Joel, listen. I know the greenhouse is probably the last place you’d want for reassignment, but it’s just until your ankle heals. There are no other role openings at the moment, so this decision is final.” 

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it,” he grumbled. 

You were pulling out your set of keys to the greenhouse to open it up when you heard your name being called behind you. You were there a bit earlier than your scheduled time, so you were surprised that someone was stopping by already. 

Maria approached you with a small wave. As you looked past her, you noticed Joel Miller was slowly making his way over to join you guys. You knew who Joel was, everyone in Jackson knew who he was, but you’ve never actually met him. You were a bit flustered that he was here right now since you’ve noticed him around the commune and have always found him to be attractive. He commanded each room that he stepped in, and it was hard to ignore him with how much space he took up with how broad he was. His hair has grown out since the last time you’ve seen him and had more white peppered throughout it. You hid your smile at his attempt of growing out a beard and the small empty patches throughout it. You desperately wished that he would spare you a glance, but he rarely interacted with anyone that wasn’t Ellie, Tommy, or Maria. Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach at the possibilities behind his appearance. 

“I’m so glad that I remembered that you tend to open earlier, I caught you just in time.” She said, just as Joel finally reached her side. She gestured over to him, “Joel, this is Y/N, she’s the greenhouse keeper. He was recently injured on patrol, so I’m reassigning him to work with you for the next couple of weeks.” 

You were hoping that a friendship could blossom from working closely with him. He seemed like the no-bullshit type, he would make it apparent if he truly wanted to be friends or not. His friendship would be a secret into getting to know the real him, the person that he is around those that he loves. It is no secret that you’ve struggled to make genuine connections with others since arriving at Jackson a year ago. As the greenhouse keeper, people have tried to take advantage of being acquainted with you. It was hard to tell if you people truly liked you or because they thought you would sneak them more potatoes. You were envious of the tight knit group that Joel had. 

“It’s so nice to meet you, Joel. I’m sure that we can find a way to accommodate your injury.” You said as you met his eyes, you were surprised to see so much frustration reflected in them. 

He simply stared at you and gave a curt nod. He was acting as if you were the one inconveniencing him. 

Maria cleared her throat to air out the silence clinging in the air, “Well, uh, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other and to figure everything out.” 

You watched as she walked away, hoping she would turn around and free you from this awkward moment. You have been fantasizing about this very moment, finally meeting him, but the version in your head was slowly crumbling to the harsh reality. He was being very short with you and the two of you had just met. You always try to believe in the best of people, but you have been burnt too many times by others. It felt naive to give him the benefit of the doubt and think that he was just frustrated with the situation and not you. 

  “Right, um, if you just want to follow me inside, and we can get everything sorted. I noticed you walking up, is it your leg that's hurt?”

“My ankle, probably just a sprain.” He grumbled.

“What happened?” You asked, hoping that this would open him up to share some small talk. 

He sighed, “listen, if you could just set me up somewhere and give me a task, then I’ll be out of your way till I’m done with this reassignment.” 

“Oh, yeah um, I can do that. I don’t know how much you know about greenhouse work, but I’m sure I can find something that you can do.” 

You looked around to see what projects you were working on in preparation for summer. The easiest thing that you could think of for him was repotting the seedlings you had into bigger pots, they still weren’t ready to be transplanted into the garden. You started to move one of the tables out from the corner when you felt a hand on your wrist. You were shocked at the contact.

“I got it,” he said. He started to pull on the table when you stopped him by pulling on the other end. 

“It’s okay. I can do it, I don’t want you to hurt your leg anymore than it already is.” 

“I’ve said I got it.” He said with a sternness while giving you a nod to move out of the way. 

“Don’t get mad at me when you have to be stuck with me for longer than what you thought.” You crossed your arms and watched as he moved the table around. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for a sign on where you wanted it.  “Over here is fine,” you said, as you pointed out an area for the table to end up at. 

“Let me go grab you a chair. Or do you want to do that yourself, too?” You hadn’t meant to be snarky with your last comment, but he was being frustrating. 

You went to the storage closet in the back to grab the chair and a small soil bag for his ankle and stood in there for a moment trying to collect yourself. You had never had someone get on your nerves as easily as he did. You took one long breath and stepped out. Joel was leaning against the table and looking around the greenhouse when you came back with the supplies. He was surprised with the attentive care and transformation you have brought to the greenhouse. He remembers briefly glancing around when the previous keeper was here, and it looked like the space had never been touched. You had everything  neatly organized, labeled, and growing in vibrant shades of green. He quickly stood up when he noticed you coming back down the aisle toward him. He reached out to help with what you were carrying, but you leaned away from his aid. 

“My plan was to have you working on repotting. I also brought an extra bag of soil over here, so you can rest your ankle on it while you work, if you want. Take a seat, and then I can show you how to repot the seedlings.” You said as you looked him over and offered a small smile. The moment in the supply closest helped a bit, and you were excited to show someone your passion for planting.  

His gaze finished scanning around the greenhouse and landed on you. “Oh, that all won’t be necessary. If it’s just repotting, then I don’t think I need your help.” 

“Are you sure?” You couldn’t believe him right now. He was just going to openly deny your help. “It’s really not a big deal for me to show you the process. I know it seems straightforward, but there are some tricks that I know of to make sure they get the best transfer.” 

“Nope, I think I’m good. Just going to finish out my time here, if you don’t mind.” 

“Fine. I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You turned around to go outside to start watering the plants in the garden. You wanted to scream or throw something. He was acting like a pompous ass. You couldn’t wait for the day to end. 

[camilaxmartin]

Shuri and f reader. Reader is in love with Shuri. They get into an argument and reader runs off, only to end up getting hurt. Shuri comes to save her, finding her unconscious.

ღ stupid decision

i genuinely enjoy how this one turned out

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: you had an argument with shuri and ran away only for her to find you unconscious

warnings: just feeling dizzy i’m not sure if that’s really a warning

notes: it was pretty cool to write hihi

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you were right. you were damn right.

but of course she could not let you win this argument.

of course not. she was just too stubborn.

even about the matter that was in fact, concerning her.

you weren’t sure how exactly did this happen but you just knew you were somewhere in the woods. at night. while having no knowledge about animals there or even plants.

you were screwed.

but oh well.

maybe it would have been different if she for once listened to you. maybe.

but it wasn’t this one time.

after the fight with her you just stormed out of the castle not being sure where you were heading. you just walked straight ahead. not caring about anything or anyone.

you just needed to clear your head and find peace somewhere. alone.

and everything would be great if not for the fact that you completely didn’t know the area and mostly the forest.

stopping for a minute you leaned on a tree trying to remember how did you got here. it was already dark and you felt raindrops falling down so looking for you footsteps wasn’t even an option. you also needed a break from all the walking because till now you haven’t stopped for a second.

suddenly your head started to hurt more than ever. immediately your hands flew straight to your forehead massaging it, trying to ease the pain. which didn’t help.

you were dizzy in no time and felt like you were gonna throw up. the amount of trees around you didn’t help as well. your whole vision started to blur and everything was spinning.

the last thing you remember was feeling like your legs were made out of jelly and the sudden black color corrupting your vision.

and then you passed out.

in a middle of nowhere.

somewhere in the woods you probably haven’t explored yet.

laying on the ground in the falling rain which became more strong with every second.

great, the perfect way to die.

>>>

to your huge surprise, when you somehow opened your eyes you saw the ceiling of yours and shuri’s room. still not being sure if you’re already dead or dying, and this whole thing is just a trick of your imagination you roamed your eyes over the room noticing everything was on its place.

huh, so it must be reality.

you slowly sit up, your hands caressing your forehead once again. but in that moment you realised your headache was gone.

the door to your room started to open and you saw your girlfriend with a worried expression on her face. the moment she saw you sitting up at your bed, she literally ran to the bed.

“my god, are you okay? how are you feeling?” she asked sitting right next to you and immediately taking one of your hands into hers.

“i’m fine.” you answered still being very confused about this whole situation. she must’ve noticed that because she smiled a bit.

“when i found you in the woods i thought something horrible happened.” she said still not taking her eyes off your face.

“you… you found me?” you asked not remembering anything.

“mhm” she nodded her head. “you were laying on the ground, unconscious. i literally thought the worst.” she explained more and the memories of feeling dizzy started to come back to you.

“wait, how did you find me?” you asked looking into her eyes.

“well,” she started while stroking your hand with her thumb. “after our argument i saw you going out of the castle. i thought you needed some alone time and you know i never have anything against it. i also saw you coming into the woods and it got me a bit worried. i mean, you’ve never fully been there so i just wasn’t sure what could’ve happened to you.” she was explaining it all and it literally melted your heart, the way she was worrying about you all the time while you just put yourself out there not caring about the things that could happen to you. “well, long story short, when i noticed the rain getting more intense i put on my suit and went after you. just wanting to check on you because i haven’t seen you coming back. and after a while i found you there. laying on the ground as i said earlier. you got be pretty scared, my love.” she continued and you felt tears forming in your eyes.

“i’m so sorry.” you said having one of your hands rub your eye. “i didn’t want to scare you. i just i don’t know what i was thinking!” you said bitting your lip. shuri smiled at you and captured your face with her other hand that wasn’t stroking yours.

“no need to worry, my love. it’s a miracle that i’ve found you.” she said stroking your cheek. “i didn’t want to let the thought of losing you into my head, but regardless it has of course crossed my mind.” she said and it made you feel even worse. how could you be so selfish and just not think about anything.

“i’m so sorry, i was just so mad and needed to clear my head. but i haven’t thought it’d end up in such an awful situation.” you said and gently cuddled into her hand.

“it’s okay, my love. the important thing is that you’re back and that nothing bad really happened.” she said and you actually believed her words. “also,” she started and got your attention again. “i’m sorry for earlier. i know you’re just worried about my health.” she said and it took you by surprise. “you’re right, i need to sleep. no matter how important my work is.” she added and it made you smile.

the rest of the night, shuri spent with you, in bed, watching movies and hiding under as many blankets as she could find, resonating that you need the best treatment right now. you rolled your eyes at her, but let’s be honest you weren’t nearby to complain.

[siremasterlawrence]

Chris The Live In Assistant

I swear to God! I saw this man sitting across the street at a cafe looking quite handsome in that dapper blue sweater, mostly tight yet comfortable pair of jeans snugging up to his massive muscle body covering up that hot body. I just arrived to California enjoying the lovely day as I spot him where my mind goes in to a hazy over drive thinking ways of claiming him as mine, apparently my team watches me from the side taking a lick of him from behind the bushes then quickly following him all through the town.Someone behind him sneaking up upon him with syringe blocking him as he grabs him by his neck holding him back, lifting him up to face me struggling to yank him to the side as he removes him hand from his mouth and lets him go.

The man taking firm hold on him using the syringe to shoot a squirt in the are before he injects it diving it in his neck plunging the needle in even deeper then I can ever imagine and his eyes begin to flutter back in to his skull as his eyes roll back in to his socket, body falls heavy like stone in to his arms. The man laughs picking him up as he lifts him on to his shoulder as they walking past the alley way to the end throwing him in to a van as they seal him in continuing to drive off and they head on to the highway going to the edge of the nearest side street on to the main side way racing down a lonely road to a far off side area to a beautiful cabin in the midst of the woods driving in to the area of no return. The car stops as one leaves the van landing on to the ground walking to the back of the van as Chris tense, fearful and carefully he is listening to foot steps unable to move or fight back knowing full well he may never escape or see the light of day again and forced to be used as some sick twisted like persons toy.

They pop the back doors to the side reaching for his legs they release him from his steels bonds, cutting the rope off is his body allowing him a chance to squirm all through the van to no fail because he will be mine no matter what and they slid him to the grounds. They carry him in to the back of the cabin one hand on him the other in his pocket as the keys are rummaged past his pocket in to the key hole; the door unlocks as he is set on the laboratory table like prime meat strapped down.The two men slammed the door closed to his old life forever with all the regrets of the world weighing on him when the switch is flipped the lights go off flicking on and off catching his attention and his world vanish in a blink of a eyes he lay unconscious strip totally naked.

“Wakey Wakey! Eggs and bakey”

“Uuuggghhh! Where is Master Lawrence?”

“Who is he?”

“You bastards “

“Shut up bitch!”

“He is in the other room”

“Let me see him”

“Can’t do it?”

“Why not?”

“Look in the mirror fool”

“Oh My God!”

“Yes! Figured it out huh?”

“I am not presentable”

“Wait for me in the bathroom”

“Yes sir”

“Such a lame ass pussy “

Five minutes later”

“Look at you ! Master will be impressed “

“I hope he loves me”

“Master Lawrence “

“Are you the guy …”

“They caught me”

“Who did this?”

“Your team”

“They fixed me”

“All I think about is you “

“What do you want?”

“You silly “

“Claim me please “

“Do you remember your old life?”

“This is my life “

“Yeah babe”

“I only knew this “

“You are my home”

“I am your assistant now and forever “

“Good boi !

The end

Sebastian The Guard Dog

hris is left in a stupor at my recent bought of happiness when I saw this guy sitting in the park so close to me with this unusually gorgeous face with such distinctive features to boot I had to have him. Chris of course supremely aware of my new found desire for this man who I am falling for very fast because I am madly in love with him at all cost and he soon learns his place next to me. Slave Christopher Robert Evans AKA Chris has been by my side for the longest time since the beginning of my journey in to super stardom and he spun about to face his worst enemy.

Poor Sebastian at the dawn of the day gets up waking up eyes staring above him as he sweats from the weirdest dream in his own personal collective memory nothing else could compare and finally relenting I can hear him grown loudly.He sighs swooping his arms round his body in a wave of heat he kicks off his sheets to the side standing up he stumbles to the bed room window digging his hands under the windowsill and propels it up letting cool air take a effect.Something is different as the air swirls past it all cooling him along with the room down as he knelt a bit leaning his head through the window a certain smell is automatically triggering him on instinct his attention hits a new high.

The smell overpowering him as his eye shut close leaving him to flip forward through the window onto the ground, his mind takes full control as if on autopilot he starts to walk mindlessly to a new location not of his will or choice.No longer allowed volition Seb watches his body follow a path in to the windows a sea of darkness covers him while his feet do the walking and he subjected the horrific image of someone else in the pilot seat that he will one day reclaim. Foolish thoughts permeates throughout his mind at unknown levels of speed he loses all sense of time walking for hours from one or more woodland road do another, his clothes seem to unravel string by string to hit the point.

“Woah! What where am I?”

“You made it…shit”

“Who are you ?”

“You are naked “

“You think I want to be”

“Don’t care “

“Put these on”

“Why?”

“You can’t meet him this indisposed “

“Him? Stop these games “

“Or what punk?”

“I’ll beat your tired ass”

“Fuck this “

“You are scared”

“No!”

“You are scared of me”

“Take me to him”

“Force me bitch”

“Follow me and don’t speak “

“Master is waiting “

“I can’t wait, I naturally desire him”

“Will you serve him?”

“With my life “

“I love him”

“You cannot have him”

“I am his assistant “

“Fucker “

“I am his bodyguard “

“You can’t take my place “

“I don’t need to because I am intimate with him on a whole new level”

The end