#i will pick every fucking berry bush

[vermillioncrown]

for all my gripes about the endgame, if your opening theme is enough to convince me to drop 60 whole freedom bucks on your game and then spend 250+ hrs playing it, then that's Something

#verm is playing... #the household reconvened to talk lore #so much is still speculation #but it's like how ds1 lore wasn't confirmed until ds3 dlcs #hopefully the dlcs will give us something #we ended up categorizing it as 'amazing lore and immaculate vibes' #but lore and worldbuilding aren't the same #the more you think on the worldbuilding the more it kinda falls apart #anyways i fucking love the main theme + the final battle arrangement #soundtrack vibes are fucking immaculate. carried the damn thing #ranked up top as one of my 'will immediately cry if it plays over the speakers without warning' video game theme songs #it took me 32 whole business days to complete the game because i am nosy. i dig through everything. i go everywhere. fuck maps and guides #i will pick every fucking berry bush #that's my ninja way

[klausysworld]

Hear me out.....

I have this idea for you... hear me out.

Reader is camping in mystic falls....klaus just broke his wolf curse. His first rut hits him and he runs into the woods. He gets a whiff of a very good smelling scent. He follows it. Turns out he has a mate and she is not a super creature but a human. Hear me out now.... she's his true mate...and he considers her his omega.

So when he approaches her she's like a tad bit freaked out but she feels that same pull to him he does with her. She sits down on the ground and klaus let's her pet him...

Let's just say this reader is into...werewolves cause she reads a lot of fanfiction so in her mind her wildest dreams are about to come true.  And you can put two and two together.

Wolf!klaus fucking his human!reader as his mate. And after that moment they became inseparable. Your welcome. 😌

Dream or Reality?

Klaus ran far and fast, the pads of his paws thudding against the ground, wind blowing through his fur and that delightful rush of adrenaline had his undead heart pounding.

He dismissed Elijah’s annoyed callings for him and continued to enjoy the freedom he had longed for.

Everything was so intense now, even more that it already was. Every chirp of a cricket, every buzz of a bee, every crinkle of a leaf and every flap of a birds wings. He could hear for miles on end. As he looked around at his surroundings, the greens were brighter, the sky bluer. The the mud and blades of grass against his paws could each be individually felt and when he inhaled deeply, a wave of scents filled his lungs.

However one in particular stood out.

He made a sudden stop, his body skidding to a halt and his ears pointed straight up as he sniffed a few more times. His mouth watered and he pressed his snout down, following the delicious scent, chasing it as he heard the hum of a girl.

He slowed gradually and followed her as she weaves through the trees, a basket in hand which was filled with a range of wild berries. He sat down and watched as she picked from a large bush of blackberries, leaning a little closer to smell just how lovely she was. It had his claws digging into the ground and his tail beating the floor.

His eyes shone gold, bleeding into red as she bent right the way over to pick up her basket once she was finished picking from the high parts. Her short, flowy dress allowing him to see just about everything as her matching white thong left very little to the imagination.

Oh how he wanted to run up behind her and shove his mouth into her cunt. If she smelled this delicious, he could only dream of her taste.

But instead he decided to wait, follow her some more until it began to get dark and her stroll came to a stop. He looked around at the clearing she had chosen to rest at. Klaus kept low to the ground, the grass and flowers not hiding him as well as he might’ve hoped but enough.

He took a few tentative steps as she sat down against the grass, just watching the sun set. Her skin glowed under the golden hue and her hair lay beautifully against her skin. The white of her dress complimented her skin tone wonderfully, he could onto imagine how soft it would be against his tongue.

The thought alone had him walking straight to her, his muzzle brushing her shoulder making her freeze in place. Her head slowly turned to face him, wide eyes staring back at him and her breathing came to a stop.

He slowly sat before her, her lips parted slightly as he rolled his shoulders back and he sat tall before her. Her head tilted back to take in his height, a nervous breath leaving her as a soft growl rumbled through him.

She looked so weak in-front of him, so small and innocent. Oh how he knew he could just eat her up, in many ways.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, shock written all across her as maintained eye contact with him for as long as possible. He found it amusing how she tried to stand her ground by holding his stare, he allowed her to win this, allow her to feel as though she may have the upper hand.

Klaus brought himself down to lay on his forearms and back legs, his chest barely touching the grass below.

Her hand very slowly lifted, she held it out with fear flashing through her and a twinge of curiosity as he sniffed her hand. He groaned at the addictive scent of her blood underneath the surface and licked the soft skin of her palm. She giggled quietly at the tickle of his tongue as he dragged it up her arm and her other hand pet his head gently.

“Wow” she whispered under her breath and a smile tugged at her lips as he pulled his face away and looks down at her through hooded eyes. His head tilted when he caught the scent of something rather sweet. His tail whipped side to side when he realised the source of the delicious smell and lowered his head. Her eyes widened when his nose pressed to her lower belly and she gasped softly.

Her hands ran through his fur on his neck and down his back, well as far as her arms could reach from her seated position. When she leaned forward to touch his tail he took the opportunity to get his head under her skirt, the top of his snout pressed to her panties making her jolt and squeal.

“Shit” she whispered when she fell forward in surprise onto her hands and knees over the top of him. She kept still, unsure what her best move could be here, she couldn’t make any sudden movements, it might spook him and she didn’t exactly want to be with a violent wolf when it’s nose was rubbing against her panties.

An involuntary moan left her when his long, warm tongue pressed against her and she quickly rolled to her side and onto her back.

“Oh gods” she whispered when the wolf stood over her, licking his lips and sniffing her intently. She looked up wide eyed and even more so when he barked quietly at her before pressing his nose to the valley if her breasts.

Her mouth opened and closed as she stared into his eyes, a strange glint in them that told her he was definitely more than he looked.

Dear god she read too many werewolf fanfics. She was in a field with a fucking huge animal trying to feel her up and she liked it way more than she probably should.

“Okay, okay” she uttered to herself while slowly pushing herself up to be sitting again but he didn’t move, instead her face was hidden in his chest and his rustic scent was filling her head. She groaned softly at the addicting smell and found herself nuzzling her nose against his fur.

Klaus watched in both amusement and lust, his front leg lifted to wrap around her, his large paw holding the back of her head in encouragement as she huffed him in. Warmth spread through him, pooling at the pit of his stomach as her hands tugged his fur. God he needed to have her right now, make her his before anyone else could get even the slightest view of her.

His nose sniffed at the top of her head, her hair freshly washed and soft. Her cheek pressed to his chest and a small moan left her as he stepped forward and pressed a paw to her now damp underwear. His tail wagged and he turned his head to lick the shell of her ear and make her squirm.

She fell back against the grass as he pressed his nose to her throat to gently push her downwards.

“Fuck fuck fuck” she chanted as she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of his tongue along her neck. His teeth caged her throat, the action should’ve made her reek with fear but a low growl erupted from his chest at the flow of arousal she released as he bit down gently. Her hands latched onto his fur tightly, keeping his teeth in her as he pierced past the skin to leave his mark. “Oh god” she breathed as he licked over the wounds more moving his snout further down her body.

“This can’t be happening” she whispered as his canines nibbled along the swell of her breasts and pushed the top of her dress down to have more access. Klaus tugged at the fabric but she didn’t move to take it off making him huff and bark at her.

She looked back at him confused and shook her head slowly making him grumble before grabbing the skirt of the sundress and pulling it up making her yelp as he exposed her thong. Her hand moved to cover herself and she groaned when she realised how wet she was, not noticing the way his tail wagged rapidly when she pushed them down off her legs. “What am I doing” she mumbled to herself before glancing to the wolf.

“Sit” she whispered unsure but he did so and her eyes widened. “Okay” she laughed slightly and stood up, entertained by the fact he followed her. “Go on, go home” she shooed him, but he kept his nose nice and close to the source of her scent and followed her until she stopped at a large teepee tent. She sighed and went inside, closing it up before Klaus could step in making him growl softly.

Not that it was an issue, he just powered his way through and drank in the sight before him. Seeing her pull off her dress and pull out a skimpy pair of pyjamas. Perfect for his eyes but he also hated that she would come to an open area, anyone could come by, and wear such lack of clothing.

She shrieked when she turned to see him stood before her and grabbed her sleeping bag to cover herself. It wasn’t appreciated apparently as he showed her by grabbing the end of it and pulling it roughly like a dog would a tug toy. Her hold on it was nothing compared to his and she ended up fully naked again for his eager eyes.

“What the actual fuck” she whispered looking back at him with a slightly fearful, slightly aroused look in her eyes while his shone with lust and hunger.

Her legs pressed together, her hands awkwardly hiding her sex from his view. She took a reluctant step back as he stalked toward her much like a predator does his prey before closing her eyes nervously and praying to god that this animal wouldn’t eat her.

Oh but he wanted to, just a little differently to the way she was thinking.

So when his tongue licked at her slightly shaky hands, she moved them slowly in anticipation. Her eyes flew open when he nuzzled his nose between her thighs, nudging them apart and locking his eyes on hers and his tongue curled between them. “Oh fuck” she breathed as it slid along her folds, then between them until the tip of his tongue stroked her clit.

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” She told herself “it’s just a dream” she whispered with a long breath, her hands moving to pet the top of his head. If it were a dream then she could do this, just live out her dirty fantasies and wake up in the morning all hot and sweaty.

Klaus chuckled in his head at her words and continued his actions. Her hands in his fur felt delightful, and her taste on his tongue was more than heavenly. Her body was so beautiful from where he was, looking straight up at her. Her face was looking up, avoiding his stare making his tail wag lowly as he buried his face further into her cunt, tongue deep inside her and the blunts of his teeth nibbling the hood of her clit to have her thighs trembling, legs struggling to keep her stood up. Her nails dug into his scruff and her knees went weak.

He let his eyes fall closed as he focused solely on her. She was overwhelming in every aspect but he couldn’t stop craving her. Such an addictive taste, smell, feel. Her slippery pink flesh was so incredibly soft, smooth like silk and he could only imagine how it will feel around his shaft as he slides in and out of her.

His tongue reached up into her, feeling for and finding that spongey little spot within her. One stroke of his tongue was all it took for her legs to give out, knees hitting the base of the tent as she moaned loudly. Her arms moved out to ease herself down as she laid on her back, thighs open for him to indulge between.

“Fucking hell” she uttered under her breath as her hands grabbed him tightly and kept his face right against her. Her fucks bucked and a sharp cry left her when his cold nose rubbed at her hot clit, his tongue continuously curling inside her until she was spilling her pleasure into his mouth. Moaning loudly with no control over herself as she came over his muzzle, she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him tongue dart out to lap up every drop.

His dark, dangerous eyes gazed right into hers, hunger was all she could see as he licked his snout clean with a low rumble echoing through him.

Klaus couldn’t think about anything else. He needed to have her right now. He took a seat before her, he looked down between his legs to see he his long, thick cock stood in desperate need of attention. He glanced back to her, seeing her lips parted and eyes dark as she whimpered at the sight of it. He sat a little taller as she crawled forward, nervously looking up to him every few movements before she was right in-front of him. God she looked pathetically tiny compared to him like this, and he loved it.

Her small soft hands reached forward to get a gentle hold on his cock. A grunt instantly left his throat as she kept her eyes on his, waiting incase he reacted threateningly. Her eyes flickered between his face and his dick, her breathing getting heavier as both her hands slid up and down his length, his thickness filling both hands more and more as she stroked him.

“Jesus fucking Christ” she whispered when she looked at it a little too long, watching a spurt of pre-cum leak down him making her spread it all over his cock. A soft moan left her lips when his hips jerked forward and she glanced to him before slowly leaning down.

Klaus’ tail whipped side to side as her breath ghosted his tip, growl like groans leaving him before he choked on his breath as her plump lips pressed to his cock. A gasp left her and he looked down to see if something was wrong but he felt her suckling at the slit telling him everything was just perfect.

His hips jumped forward, his claws digging into the ground as he stretched her mouth open. She moaned in pain at the sting of her face but his taste was so rich and addicting that she just ignored it.

Klaus rose so he was stood up instead of sat, his hips rocking into her little mouth as she sent a flow of vibrations down him. She too was on all fours as she seemingly tried to swallow him down. His head leaned down to lick over the top of her ass, the softness of his tongue making her whimper around his succulent cock. His tongue dipped down between her cheeks to taste her once more, and of course to feel the moans she released around him again.

He listened as his little mate choked around him as his swollen tip knocked as far back as it could. Her poor throat contracted around it until she gagged and he stepped back to spare her. She coughed a little and sucked at his tip a little more before pulling back to catch her breath.

Klaus stood tall and turned around, still stood over her but now in a position ready to mouth her. Though she was so small infront of him he would be nearly lead down to fuck her.

He licked her back softly as her breathing sped up and her head looked over her shoulder to see his strong form over her. She let out a lengthy breath, a small nod to her head she she tried to mentally prepare herself for the step she was taking.

Klaus’s back legs bent to bring himself lower, his large cock going between her legs and sliding against her dripping cunt. He admired how soaked she was, he wondered how long she had fantasised of this position. To be fucked by a werewolf.

Though her loud moan told him it must’ve been a while as his tip pushed inside her. Her pussy clung to him tightly and her gasps for breath were obvious as her little body stretched for him. Klaus wouldn’t have been surprised if she came as soon as he thrust himself inside her from the way her body reacted.

Klaus wasn’t sure if this was exactly ethical but neither one of them seemed to exactly care very much about morals at that moment. She tilted her head back to look up at him, his tail wagged at the sight of her glossy eyes. Her mouth opened and a whimpered “Please” left her soft lips. He listened to her pleas, bucking his hips forward and listening to the scream that she released as her head fell back forward to look down. His front paws pushed against the tent floor to thrust himself back and forth slowly.

Her moans were melodic, her velvet walls tight. Klaus only wished he could whisper his filthy thoughts to her.

He shifted his from legs, his paws grabbing onto her hips and his claws digging into her skin making her hiss. Her pain only lasted a second as his hips began to abruptly thrust faster.

“Oh fuck” she yelled as he roughly humped into her. He stood strong on his back legs, lifting her lower region up as he pounded her from behind, quite literally like a wild animal. Her palms lay flat against the ground as her body jolted forward each time his swelled tip smacked her cervix.

His panted grunts filled the air as well as her rapid breaths and moans. The tent felt much smaller as the air got thicker. Hard thrusts knocked the air out of her every second, sharp breaths leaving her as she felt her cunt spasm around his dick. Klaus fucked her faster, harder at the feel of her slippery walls squeezing him desperately.

Klaus felt something extra sensitive growing at the base of his cock and hitting against her tight little hole. She let out a pleasant cry as she felt herself be stretched out further.

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open at the feel of his wolf’s knot shove in and out of her.

Klaus’s mind clouded over, he barely registered how her body shook and her screams got loud enough for the whole forest to hear. All he focused on was getting his knot so deep inside her that she was bound to him forever. His wolf clawed at her waist and hips as his hind legs steadied to fuck her as roughly as he could.

Her cunt clamped around him tightly, his knot locking inside her making her cry in pleasure when their orgasms mixed. His stuffing her full of his seed and hers exploding down her thighs. Her body fell exhausted immediately, the knotting taking its toll as it should for first time mates.

Klaus pulled out and whined as her arms gave out under her and she hit the ground with a thud. His tongue was on her face, trying to wake her up but she was barely conscious.

He circled her for a full minute before curling around her, wrapping her frame in his warmth.

His snout squeezed between her thighs which desperately tried to squeeze together. He lapped his tongue against her folds, cleaning her cunt and thighs so she wouldn’t feel sticky when she woke.

Klaus stayed awake while she slept. She slept for nearly 16 hours but he didn’t move. He abandoned any plans of hunting and terrorising civilians like he had originally wanted to when he released his wolf and instead smuggled his mate. He found himself with his muzzle in her pussy nearly every few hours no matter how hard he tried to resist, he knew it was making her sleepier but god he just couldn’t help himself. At least he managed to stop himself from fucking her again, he can only imagine how she would scream herself awake.

But he was able to hold some of his desires inside.

He kept her warm and safe for over half a day. Even when she woke, she was still drowsy and wasn‘y up to moving so he kept her comfy and pleased.

They both seemed to forget that the woods were open to anyone walking past. Elijah made the futile mistake of thinking his brother was killing the girl onto to find him with his furry face between her legs. Klaus nearly ripped his eyes out of his head.

Elijah left and returned a full day later with both men’s and women’s clothes, tossing them into the tent.

Klaus had turned back a few hours before and had to confirm the girls dreams, he was a werewolf.

“Hybrid actually” he told her and her eyes widened making him chuckle and kiss her lips softly. She wasn’t expecting such gentleness from the animal which had ruined her poor pussy but there he was, rubbing her skin to keep her warm and encouraging her to keep her eyes closed.

Klaus growled when Elijah threw the clothes in but somewhat appreciated it anyway.

He dressed y/n and then himself, scooping her into his arms and kissing her cheek.

“We’re going on a trip sweetheart, we’ll be finding many more werewolves and I’ll teach you everything you can know about the supernatural” he told her with a soft smile and slow strokes her hair as she nuzzled his chest.

#wolf smut #wolf klaus #wolf!klaus #klaus in wolf form #alpha and omega #alpha klaus #omega reader #soul mates #the originals #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikaleson imagine #niklaus imagines #rebekah mikaelson #the vampire diares imagine #klaus m #elijah mikaelson #klaus michaelson #klaus mikaelson x y/n #kol mikaelson #tvd klaus #niklaus mikaelson #tvd universe #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson headcanon #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson yandere

[lila-went-missing]

Because of Her

Small Clarisse drabble I made while watching Are Your Afraid of the Dark? season 3 cause I'll watch anything if Diors in it. It's not that great but I have a fic coming that's slightly similar to this but more frenimies to lovers if that makes sense.

Pair: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demeter!Reader

Clarisse La Rue had a reputation to uphold. She never lost a fight. She was never soft, never kind. Always ruthless, cold, and calculating. She was a daughter of Ares if nothing else, that was for certain.

But that all came crashing down the day she met you. The moment her eyes met yours, she knew she was fucked. Your sweet, caring gaze had her locked in. In an instance she was wrapped around your finger.

She would never admit it, but everyone knew she was whipped. Except you, the one person that mattered.

Over the last four years of you being at camp, you two had become extremely close. The fact that you hadn't realized how infatuated your best friend was with you, baffled everyone you knew. You saw the way she stared at you, but that was normal for best friends, right?

She fell more and more in love with you every day. That's what brought her to the strawberry fields. You were knelt next to one of the bushes, picking the ripe berries and tossing them into your basket. Her footsteps broke you out of your trance as she crouched next to you.

"What'cha doin', pretty girl?" A smirk graces her lips as she looks at you.

"Pickin' strawberries. Where've you been, Clar?" You giggle as you look up from the bush. She swears it's the most melodic thing she's ever heard.

"Training a couple of the new kids, you know how long it can take. How about, I make it up to you? How does that sound?"

"Really? How?"

She doesn't answer, she just grabs your hand and pulls you up to your feet, dragging you away from the fields and into the woods. You laugh as you're led through the trees. After a while she slows, walking side by side with you. Her hand never left yours, pulling you closer to her.

"Where are we going?" You ask, smiling up at her.

"You'll see, we're almost there."

Soon, you came upon a clearing in the woods. There was a blanket laid out with a basket on it, surrounded by flowers.

"It's the anniversary of the day you arrived at camp. I figured we should celebrate." She whispers in your ear, coming behind you with a hand resting on your arm.

"Clar!" You turn to face her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "Thank you!" Her arms come around your waist, pulling you into her. She lifts you up off your feet, carrying you over to the blanket. 

“Of course, pretty girl.” Your placed back onto your feet, sitting with her on the ground. 

“This had to take you ages!” You marvel as everything she’s brought, lemonade, all of your favorite fruit, minis your favorite kinds of sandwiches.

“It was worth it for you.” Your eyes meet, her hand comes to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s all worth it for you.”

The breath is knocked from your lungs as you stare at her. Looking in her eyes feels like swimming in pools of honey, getting lost in the sweetness she only presents to you. The care only you are worthy of. Suddenly her lips are on yours, it takes you a minute to realize and by the time you do she’s pulled back. 

“I- I’m sorry..fuck, I don’t know-” She’s cut off by your lips against hers. It’s passionate and soft, yet hot and fiery. The perfect combination of both of you. Her hands land on your cheeks and pull you furth into her. You could get lost in the way her lips feel, the taste of her cherry chapstick on your tongue. 

“Clar..” You’re both breathing heavily when you pull away.

“I should’ve done that way sooner.” She admits. You nod in agreement. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I didn’t think you liked me like that. Thought you’d hit me and run away.” 

“I could never run from you. Even if I wanted to, I think I’m pretty stuck with you.” You smile, your hand moving up to her neck.

“Yeah, you are.” She smiles back, kissing your cheek 

“Well, we better not let this food go to waste..” You laugh softly, pulling back. She rests on her hands.” Yeah, this took me hours, you better eat it.” 

Another laugh escapes your throat as you pop a piece of fruit in your mouth. “I thought you said I was worth it. Here I was thinking I was special.” Her foot nudges yours. “

“You know you are.” 

The food is divine, and you have more fun than you have in a very long time. The flowers around you seem to bloom more, color saturating more, reflecting on your mood. The breeze is warmer. The trees sprout more leaves. And it’s all because of her.

#percy jackon and the olympians #dior goodjohn #x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #clarisse pjo #percy jackson disney+ #percy series #demeter #best friends to lovers #pjo series #pjo tv show

[dorcas4meadowes]

Strawberry Kisses - Luke

Castellan

Pairing: Luke Castellan × Reader

Summary: with a majority of the summer campers away, you and Luke indulged in the quiet through strawberry picking and a picnic date

Warnings: bodies of water, kisses

W/c: 1.5k (I think)

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Sunlight hit Luke's features ever so sweetly, casting a golden halo over his tousled curls. He led you through the paths which were weaved between bushes allowing your fingers to grasp every plump fruit that caught your gaze.

You granted yourself the luxury of becoming distracted admiring the pleasures of the harvest season. You lingered amongst the scent of ripened strawberries and the feeling of dewy warmth, your arms swaying alongside your wicker basket which accommodated very few berries, eating more than you stowed away.

As you gathered the luscious fruits time seemed to slow, savouring the simple moments.

"They’re almost as sweet as you," Luke mused, holding a fruit up to the sunlight before placing it into the basket.

"Any time I believe you couldn't become any more sap you manage to outdo yourself Castellan."

He favoured the way your voice lulled his last name - it was said by many - but your lips managed to make the word seem untouchable. He placed a peck on your cheek before leaning down to twist a berry from a bush, before you too began to discover them hidden behind the copious greenery and flourishing flowers.

Once your container brimmed with red you dispersed from the fields with a smile, taking a detour to your cabin to pick up a larger hamper - filled with sweet delights - and made your way towards a secluded meadow dappled in indirect sunlight.

The perfect sanctuary for a picnic.

You stepped your feet onto the lush grass and escorted Luke towards the lake and laid your chequered blanket beneath the shade of an oak tree, the branches forming a natural shade.

You stretched yourself on the spread, enveloping yourself into the soft murmur of nature and letting tranquillity tug you into a tender embrace.

"Two days." Luke mumbled, noting you of the impending summer break.

"Mm, don't remind me" You said, reaching your fingers to rest in his curls and pull him closer to plant a sweet his on his lips. You left his warmth for a few moments before immediately being tugged back in. "Got something on your mind?" You asked.

"A few things…"

His fingers trailed along your back as if it were a path, your spine a road for his hands which led him to the crease of your knee. He lifted your leg over his own, inviting you to a seat - which you comfortably took - resting your weight against him. His hands slithered to rest in the dip of your curves, taking advantage of his position to brush warm kisses against your jaw and open shoulders. You moved a little to get an "adequate chair", but your actions were evident of what you were attempting, the kisses becoming unsteady and shaky. Your heart began to race in contrast to your slowing thoughts, being consumed in the intensity of your blended emotions.

Then they stopped all together, his head turned from you to find the startled gaze of your close friends – Clarisse and Chris – supposedly on their own adventure.

"Fuck" you mumbled, awkwardly waving to them after tumbling from your boyfriend's lap.

"Why are you waving?" Luke asked

"Maybe they'll go away."

"Piss off Rodriguez!" he yelled across the hill, his sibling swiftly putting his thumbs up before dragging Clarisse away who raised an eyebrow at your commotion.

"Why were they this far away from camp?" you questioned.

"Probably looking for a place to shag." He said bluntly.

After the encounter, you remained "civil" attempting to not scar any more of your companions. You spoke about your plans for when the summer residents would flood back to the camp and the duties you would start. Though, to be bold, Luke couldn't be more uninterested in the stress of a few days, so he pulled his shirt over his head, causing your lips to close and form a smile.

"A swim, while we still can?" He asked, allowing his fingers to snake to your shoulder to slip the strap from your dress. When the support fell, his eyes shamelessly glanced at the bikini which adorned your top, your chest pooling out of the small fabric.

Despite not being the first time he saw you undressed, a flush spread across his cheeks, a similar to the shade of the berries that you picked earlier.

"Swimming's still on, right?" You questioned trying to remain nonchalant, your hand lifting his chin, so his eyes met yours.

"Yeah, yeah," he reconfirmed, his words breathy and diverted.

You slid off your dress and stood, reaching out for his hand to drag him towards the cool tide, your feet stinging from the warmth of the sand which met the shore. Confidence began to seep into your posture as Luke seemed more flustered than he was letting on.

His mind was still preoccupied, so you kicked water at him, creating a war against the sea and the bodies that stood amongst it. You both lingered in the tide and hit one another with gushes of cool until you were fully submerged, gasping for air as your heads rose from the depth of the water.

You turned toward Luke and accepted his outstretched hand which curled around your waist and wrapped under your leg to fold your thighs around his torso. Your chin fell against his shoulder, your arms relaxed around his neck, simply being close to one another.

"Only if we weren't in public…" He muttered, swaying you a little in the water. You weren't in the direct vision of the camp, but this spot was common for wandering satyr's - and Clarisse and Chris - so you kept somewhat disciplined.

"Oh, do tell." You craved as he nipped at the skin below your ear, your legs tightening against him as he whispered sweet - dirty - nothings to you. The familiar all-consuming tension from earlier returned as easily as it left.

He slipped a finger under your jaw to force your eyes to his and you didn't waste time in pressing your lips together. It started gentle - just a press - , but Luke reassured you of how soft his heart truly was for you.

You revelled in the knowledge that only you got to see him like this, so relaxed and pure. Heat took hold and became contagious to Luke, the passion and intensity the two of you shared having no place for the public eye. It’s kept stowed away in the innocent gestures of light, playful touches or holding hands, now it’s revealed itself for what it is.

Inescapable.

No matter how many times the two of you kissed, each time felt different. Each kiss filled with depths of your emotions, that only spilled over when you couldn’t physically contain the heat any longer. He indulged once more before placing a quick kiss to your cheek, dismissing your prying hands and throwing you into the surf and swimming away, leaving you chasing after him.

You stayed in the ocean - quick pecks and swims - until you both grew exhausted and took rest on your blanket, leaving your bodies uncovered for the sun to kiss.

You lay tired and gazed up at the endless sky and let Luke busy himself amongst the flora, slipping many small flowers he had collected into the curvatures of your hair, sliding them into your braids.

And in moments like these you could appreciate what the fates had woven into your future - despite their dreadful manners - beauty could be found amongst the threads and fabrics, the boy beside you covering your life's canvas with an outbreak of stain age.

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Fatherless ─⊹⊱ ☆ ⊰⊹─

Dark-Fiction Central ©️

Dark!Joel x Reader

Summery: You offer yourself to a complete stranger in order to survive.

⚠️ : dark content. Dub-con. Age-gap (reader is not a minor). Dark Joel. Mean Joel. Loss of virginity. PiV. Slapping. Reader sees Joel as her dad. Painful sex. Joel enjoys seeing Reader hurt. Reader has daddy issues. Blood. Name calling. Degrading sex. Mention of suicide. Joel is NOT a hero in this one.

A/n: Well damn. If you want more, let me know.💓

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What a beautiful day to die, you thought when you opened your eyes this morning. You had spent the night in the woods—just like the night before, and the night before, and the night before...

You didn't dare set foot into the city. It was full with infected and raiders.

Sweat was dripping down from your forehead, even though you wore a light summer dress. Your legs were shaking from exhaustion, you were afraid they'd give in at any moment. You didn't know how long you had been wandering through the woods. Alone and lost. Your stomach was empty, as were your supplies. The only thing that kept you alive was the water from the river flowing through the woods.

Every day was a torment of uncertainty. You wandered between the many trees. You wandered with no destination in mind, with nothing in mind other than to put one foot in front of the other. Basic bodily functions like keeping your eyes open became harder with every passing day. The forest was rough and unpredictable, and you were not dressed appropriately. You were lucky that you hadn't broken an ankle with the footwear you were wearing. Yesterday you had stepped into a ditch and fell, you couldn’t find the strength to pull yourself out of it, so you just lay there and cried yourself to sleep.

Hoping to never wake up again.

Hunger made you grip your stomach in pain. You wished you could just cut it out, so that you didn’t have to put up with the cramps any longer. You had tried to catch squirrels and rabbits when your supplies became thin, but it was hopeless. You felt mocked by them. They led you deeper and deeper into the forest before seemingly vanishing into thin air, leaving you behind exhausted and still hungry. Your starving mind was trying desperately to come up with solutions. At one point you’d even eaten tree barks. Feeling full felt good, but it was short lived.

Suddenly your eyes caught something very promising. You stopped in your tracks, thinking that maybe this was yet another sick joke of your mind…

A berry bush.

Your eyes widened at the mere sight of the thick juicy berries. A miracle.

You ran to the berries. You couldn't remember the last time you had enough strength to actually run, but the mere thought of eating real food gave you the energy you needed to do that. You eagerly started to pick up as many berries as possible. Your hands were shaking in anticipation, your mouth watering, your mind running wild.

You were about to stuff the handful of berries inside your mouth when you suddenly heard the clicking sound of a gun.

*click click*

Your body froze.

„I wouldn't eat those if I were you.“, said a deep masculine voice.

The man was standing a few feet behind you, barrel of his gun aimed at you. The sight of you deeply confused him. When was the last time he’d seen a girl wearing a summer dress?

25 fucking years ago?

„Turn around.“, he said. „Slowly.“

You did what you were told, carefully turning around.

The first thing you saw was death lingering at the barrel of his gun. You slowly raised your shaking hands and looked up at your possible executor. A tall man, older than your father had been when he had passed. His old age didn’t match with his body. He had board shoulders and strong arms. His legs were long and steady. Fit. Invincible.

He looked like someone who would survive the apocalypse. Ruthless.

What a beautiful day to die, you remembered your thoughts from this morning—you weren’t so sure about that anymore…

He on the other hand, didn’t know what to think of you.

“Pokeweed berries..”, he pointed his gun at the berry bush behind you. “..are poisonous.”

“T-thank y-you.”, you stutter, unsure what else to say. You opened your palms and let the berries fall to the ground like little pearls.

It was comical that you were thanking the man who had a gun pointed at your face, but he appreciated your good manners.

“Now, tell me what are you doing on my land, girl.”, he demanded to know.

“I-I didn’t know...”, the last time you’d spoken to someone was your father. Your voice sounded brittle. You cleared your throat. “I-I didn’t know I was trespassing, s-sir.”

Joel had a way of dealing with trespassers; putting a bullet in their heads. No exceptions. He had never encountered a trespasser looking quite like you though. You were clearly malnourished—the gun in his hands weighted more than you. Your legs were covered in little scratches and nasty bruises. Your long hair were covering half of your face like a curtain—he could still make out enough to confidently say that you were too young and too pretty to be anywhere out here on your own. He saw no weapon on you neither. He raised his eyebrow when he spotted your painted toenails…You were wearing fucking sandals. You made no sense to him. Hadn’t you realised in what times you were living?

He could feel his pants getting tighter—which annoyed him greatly. It clearly had been a long time since he’d fucked a cunt when the mere sight of painted toenails and a pretty face excited him this much.

You were oblivious of what was happening inside the man’s pants. Your only worry was the gun pointed at your face. You wanted to run away, but your head was dizzy, your vision foggy, your stomach hurting and your mind running crazy.

It was a miracle that you were still standing at this point.

“Where are your people?”, he doubted you were traveling alone. You were probably just lost and people were already searching for you.

You shook your head.

“Bullshit.”, he spat. “Don’t lie to me, girl.”

He quickly scanned his surroundings, expecting someone hiding behind the trees and waiting to attack him. He took a step closer to you, which made you take a step back. “You gon’tell me that a girl like you is up here all by herself? I ain’t buyin it.”

“I-I swear, sir.”, you sobbed. “I’m…I have no one.”

Hearing the truth hurt. It took a lot of you not to break down crying. This was the first time someone had ever pointed a gun at you and it reminded you of the death of your mother. This is how she must’ve felt during her last seconds on earth? Scared and helpless.

Joel wasn’t sure if he believed you or not. By the looks of your physical state, it seemed to him that there was some truth behind your words.

“What’s in your backpack? Any weapon’s?”, he wanted to know. He thought about making you hand it over to him, but he doubted that you were carrying anything of use in it.

You shook your head. “Just my-my pocket knife.”

“Of course.”, he murmured, getting more and more frustrated with you. What a stupid girl. Walking around like this not even armed. He lowered his gun and turned around.

“Get lost.”, he said, before walking away. “Before I kill you.”

You were standing there perplexed, hands still up. You watched him walk away. He was the first human interaction you had in weeks. Your first human interaction besides your family. You shook your head in disbelief.

He was leaving you.

Leaving you alone.

Leaving you to Die.

Alone with your hunger and pain.

Your only chance of survival was literally walking away from you.

“Wait!”, you called out after him, but he kept walking.

No, no, no.

You started to run after him, almost tripping over your own feet. You couldn’t let him just walk away like that.

You had to do something.

“Please.”, you begged, not even sure for what.

But the man kept walking. His face was stone cold, looking right ahead.

“Please, sir.”, you tried again. “Please don’t leave me alone. I’m…I’m hungry.”

You sounded pathetic to him—something Joel barely tolerated.

“Not my problem, girl.”

You grabbed his arm, trying to stop him from walking any further—big mistake. He turned around in a heartbeat and grabbed your wrist. Your wrist felt like a toothpick in his iron-like grip. His first instinct was to break your fucking arm, but he stopped himself from doing just that, reminding himself that you were just a stupid kid.

Tears started to swell up from your eyes and your plump lip started to wobble. Fear was written all over your face and you immediately submitted to his strength. Knowing it was pointless to fight against it.

“Ouch.”, a sob escaped your throat and you begun to cry. Fat ugly tears started to run down your doll-like face.

He frowned, disgusted by your weakness and himself for finding it arousing…He let go of your wrist and you collapsed to the ground. Your shoulders started to shake uncontrollably. “I-I miss my d-daddy.”, you suddenly hiccuped.

A wave of feelings washed over him. He was annoyed of your showcase of weakness in front of him—a total stranger. He wanted to pull you up and slap you across the face, to get you back to reality. He was angry at himself for feeling sorry for you, just because you reminded him of his daughter in one way or another. Equally as innocent. Sarah never got to get used to the brutality of the world, she died an angel. Sweet and pure. He hadn’t felt this type of emotion for a long time. Sadness. Sarah—No. He shook the thoughts of his past life away. You weren’t Sarah. You were a nobody. Just a stupid girl that clearly didn’t know what was good for her—because Joel clearly wasn’t, especially since his pants got even tighter after hearing you cry out the word daddy.

Sick son of a bitch.

He decided that every feeling was easier to deal with than sadnesses. He wanted to forget, so he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up. He slapped you across the face. Hard. Pain shot through your body and made you shut up immediately. His slap had put you in some kind of shock like state. The only other person who had ever done this to you was you father.

His hit felt so familiar, you almost wanted to beg for more.

“Consider this a warning, girl.”, he whispered close to your ear. “Have you any idea, what a stranger with a gun could do to a girl like you during times like this?”

You didn’t say a word. Your brain was still trying to regulate the pain that was radiating from where his hand had collided with your face.

“Last chance, girl,”, he said, voice dangerously low. “Get lost, before I blow your pretty face away.”

After a pregnant pause, you opened your mouth to speak. “You find me pretty?”

He has called you pretty.

He frowned at your words. Bewildered at your question in a situation like this

“Do you?”, you urged to know.

“I slapped you a little too hard, sweetheart? Seems like you’ve lost you goddamn mind.”

“Keep me.”

“What?”

“Keep me.”, you repeated, now silent tears running down your face. “Take me with you, I’ll be good to you. I-I promise.”

Your words angered him deeply because they sounded so goddamn good to him.

“I don’t want to die.”, it came out as a whisper.

He grabbed you by your throat. If you were scared, you didn’t show it. Your eyes seemed dull, disconnected. You truly looked like a lifeless doll to him. He brought you closer to his face. Observing you intensely.

You were so easy, so submissive. He didn’t know what to feel.

“You don’t know what you are getting yourself into, kiddo.”, he whispered. You could feel his hot breath on you skin. “You will not like what you recive..”

And he was right. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You didn’t know anything. Your father had kept you sheltered away from reality. You never left the parameters of your fathers farm. You’d never spoken to anyone but him since the death of your mother. You didn’t know anything about the real world—but you’d read books. Many of them. Romances. You once read that “the female body is the most powerful weapon against a man.” At first you didn’t understand, but now you do. You knew what men wanted…it was the only thing you had to offer to him in order to survive.

He waited for you to say something. To apologise and beg him to let you go, that it was all an misunderstanding and that you were just a stupid girl who didn’t know any better— but you stayed quiet.

He saw desperation in your eyes, behind all the dullness.

Fuck.

He tossed you to the ground like a rag doll.

He was circling you like a lion, while throwing his weapon aside.

The man crouched down and spread your legs. He pulled your dress up, revealing your clothed cunt. He could see the outline of your plump lips through the thin fabric of your underwear. He nearly fucking came just by the sight of it. He tore your underwear apart with a grunt.

This wasn’t at all how you’d imagined your first time to be. You’d hoped it would be more like how it was in your books; with a guy you trusted and loved. Sweet and innocent. Exciting and nerve-wracking. Silly and dumb. Kind and loving.

Sadly, your really looked different; The forest floor was rough and uneven. Sticks and stones poked you in the back. It was uncomfortable. The man in front of you, who was currently slowly unbuckling his belt, was twice your age and far away from being your boyfriend. In fact, he was a total stranger. You were hungry and utterly exhausted. You felt disconnected from the situation—which was a good thing considering what would happen next.

„Fucking perfect.“, he whispered. You watched him stare at your most private parts. You felt ashamed and closed your legs again, blocking his view. His eyes snapped up at you, frowning.

„Open them.“, he said calmly. Chest falling up and down.

The sight of him in a state like this scared you. You nodded, scared of the sudden shift of his energy, and opened your legs for him again.

„Try this again and I’ll fucking cut your legs off.“, he warned.

He was slowly losing himself, losing control. The rational part of him knew that what he was doing was wrong for so many reasons. He was taking advantage of an starving girl. You were young, he didn’t even know how old. Definitely way younger than Sarah would’ve been now had he not failed her...

Stop.

A sudden wave of rage overcame him. This had nothing to do with Sarah. You had nothing to do with Sarah. It pissed him off that you made him think about her while being in a state like this.

You shook your head in dread. „I-I just…I…can I know your name?“

You hoped that maybe if you knew his name that this would feel less dirty, more intimate…

“Shut up.”, he just hissed. He grabbed inside his pants and freed his member. Your eyes widened and you let out a little whine of protest.

It was your first time seeing a man’s cock. It looked unnatural to you. It looked wrong. Thick and veiny. Too big. It was painfully red, throbbing.

He rubbed his hand over your little cunt, sending a shockwave through your body. He then put his thick finger inside you to feel you up.

„Are you scared?“, he asked.

You nodded. Scared and hungry. So hungry.

„I can tell, you’re fucking dry.“, he murmured, annoyed. He spit inside his palm and stroked his throbbing cock—this was all the preparation you would get from him.

Without wasting any more time, he slammed his thick cock inside you—or at least he tried. The size of his cock was too much to handle for your body, your cunt was rejecting him, working against him—but Joel kept pushing, forcing his length inside you. All of it.

Meanwhile, you were chocking on your own screams.

“Good job, cunt.”, Joel praised after making you take all of his cock.

He watched you cry for a second. Your face was painfully distorted and you were holding tightly onto his forearms for support.

“Fuck!”, he hissed. You were so tight, it was almost painful for him too. Almost.

He started to fuck you hard but slow. He was on top of you, holding himself up on his hands. After a few of his thrusts your body’s natural instincts kicked in and your cunt started to become wet for him, making this feel even better for him.

“Do you like it, baby?”, he chuckled darkly.

You didn’t. You had started to remove yourself from the situation by focusing on the branches of the leaves above you. So pretty.

Joel didn’t like that. He wanted you here. He wanted you to learn—too see what happens to dumb girls like you if not careful enough. He slapped you across the face again. This time hard enough to cause your nose to bleed—he didn’t mean to do that, he was pumped full of testosterone and adrenaline.

“I said, do. You. Like. It?”, with every word his hips snapped into yours, hard. Seeing you bleed for him like that only made him want to hurt you even more. Your were so goddamn sweet.

You looked up. Your vision was blurry, but he still looked so handsome to you. “Yes, dad.”, you whispered, confusing him with your father.

You had missed being close with someone. You had missed being loved. You had missed the warmth of human interaction. You were alone and scared for so long now. You never wanted to go back to that—even if it meant to suffer.

Hearing you call him dad, angered him. He stilled abruptly and grabbed you by your throat, making you chocke. “M’not your goddamn father, you fucking whore.”

He spit in your face. How dare you call him dad?

„Say it.“, he demanded.

You tried to but he was choking you too hard. He removed his hand from your throat.

„Your-your not my dad!“, you choked out.

He continued to fuck you, but this time his thrusts were even more unforgiving. His hips snapped into yours, bruising you up.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”, you cried out. “Please, ah!”

Joel didn’t care about your cries. It only turned him on more. Your father had clearly never explained to you how dangerous this world was for girls like you. You were lucky that it was him fucking you. It could’ve been much worse for you. You should thank him really.

Joel was fucking you like a beast, grunting and hissing in your ear. His sweat was dripping down your neck. He was hot, yet you felt cold. He kept his unforgiving rhythm; hard but slow.

You didn’t know how long it took him to find his high and finish, but he eventually came all over your stomach and dress. Growling like a wolf. You didn't even realize it was over. You could still feel him all over you.

“Fuck!”, he needed a few seconds to calm down. Kneeling over you and trying to catch his breath. His half-hard cock was hanging out of his pants. He wiped the sweat from his forehead while watching you lay beneath him covered in his hot cum.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw that blood was dripping down from your abused entrance. He looked down at his cock just to see it painted with your blood…

“Virgin?”, he whispered. You were a fucking virgin?

“What kinda fucking virgin whores herself out like this?”, he hissed at you. He was still panting heavily.

You didn’t respond, too stunned with the mixture of emotions you were feeling.

He got up and put his cock away, mumbling words to himself. He picked his firearm up from the ground.

He looked down at you. You still hadn’t made any efforts to get up. Your dress was still rolled up, cunt on display, cum all over you. He felt disgust by his handiwork.

“Get up, girl.”, he said. “C’mon.”

“It hurts.”, you just whispered, looking up at the dancing leaves.

He crouched down and rolled you dress down, covering you up before helping you in your feet. You looked down at yourself, your virginity was dripping down your slander legs. Your cheeks turned red out of shame as if it was your fault.

He cleared his throat. “M’name is Joel.”

You looked up at him and cracked a small broken smile. “I’m very hungry, Joel.”

He nodded a few times. “I know. Can you walk?”

He felt bad for even asking.

You tried to make a baby-step forward and pain shot through your body. “Ouch.”, you hissed and cupped your private part.

“C’mon. Hold onto me. S’not far.”, he offered you his arm and you looked up at him for any indication that he was just messing with you and that he would push you away the second you would touch him.

“Thank you, Joel.”, you said and grabbed his arm for support, looking forward to your meal.

#joel x reader #dark!joel miller #Joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #the last of us #mean!joel #dark!joel miller x reader #dark!joel x reader #Joel x you #Joel miller x reader #fanfic #dark fic

[onlymvr]

Tension | Jake Sully x (Na’vi) fem!Reader [one-shot]

Summary: You had enough of Jakes shit so you decide to do something about it. You weren’t prepared for the outcome….

Warnings: sixty-nine that shit, slight hair pulling, dom jake, fingering, choking, some name calling, over-stimulation, lil praises here and there yadda yadda yadaa

Note: So this is my first ever smutty one-shot i’ve ever written so bare w me guys. Hope y’all like it🙏also i was too tired to read over it so if u see some spelling errors…. no u didn’t

You couldn't sleep. Again.

You were consumed by thoughts of that one irritating and arrogant man. Jake sully. Despite your efforts to push him out of your mind, you found yourself dwelling on every encounter and interaction you ever had. You were filled with a mix of emotions - anger, frustration, and even a strange sense of longing - that kept you awake and restless throughout the night. It was as if your hatred for him only served to fuel your obsession with him, making it impossible for you to find peace and fall into a deep, restful sleep.

As you walked further through the forest, you couldn't help but notice all the ripe berries that were scattered along the path that lead to a few bushes in front of you. Your mouth watered. Making the decision, you decided to pick and gather a hefty amount and placed it gently on a large leaf. The crisp, refreshing taste of the berries helped clear your mind and soothe your restless spirit, making you feel more at peace and at ease.

“Man these are so good”, you smiled stuffing your mouth with the sweet yet tart fruit.

As you kept walking, you came across a babbling stream and decided to sit by its banks to rest and enjoy your berries. You found a comfortable spot on the soft grass, settling down and gazing up at the night sky as you ate. The stars twinkled brightly above you, casting a magical glow over the scene and the light of the moon reflecting on the blue stream. The peaceful sound of the water rushing by and the soothing darkness of the night made you feel calm and content, as if all your troubles had melted away. As if he melted away. You sat there for a while, savoring the simple pleasures of nature and letting go of your worries.

As you sat comfortably by the stream, your thoughts inevitably turned to that annoying man. You couldn't help but think about him and all the ways in which he had wronged you. You couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and frustration as you wondered why the man you despise seems to harbor such intense feelings of dislike towards you. You had never done anything to wrong him, and yet he seemed to go out of his way to make your life difficult. It was a mystery that plagued you, causing you to lose sleep and spend countless hours trying to make sense of it all. But at the back of your mind you couldn’t help but wander to more sinful thoughts about Jake. Sure, you cant stand him but god he is very, VERY attractive. You imagined all the ways in which he could take you and use him as his own fuck toy. The way he would touch you, taste you, hold you and don’t even get me started on how long and thick his dic-

*CRACK*

The sound of a twig snapping within your eyesight interrupted your thoughts. Great what now. You quickly picked up your bow, straightened your back, and squinted aiming at your target in front of you, preparing yourself to whatever or whoever was going to appear in front of your eyes. But boy were you so fucking wrong.

The next few minutes of intense waiting, you were about to lower your bow but what appeared in front of you was not what you expected.

You turned to see a tall, fit man emerging from the trees, his muscular frame and chiseled features making your heart skip a beat. He walked with confidence and grace, a shadow covering his piercing gaze that fixed on you as you couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction towards him, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew him from somewhere. As he drew closer, it hit you. it’s Jake. Oh fuck me.

“You weren’t gonna shoot me with that were you”, Jake grunts, pointing at the now lowered bow resting on your lap. his gaze slowly looking up and down at you, taking his time to savour your appearance.

Your body grows hot, his toned chest and the bulge of his muscles practically flexing up in your face. The long veins running up his big arms down to the length of those fingers. God those fingers.

You blink out of the trance and roll your eyes, shaking your head at him while returning your vision back at the stream in front of you.

Oh how your night could get any better.

With no time for you to register, he sat himself down beside you, grabbing the leaf full of berries and plopping each one in his mouth, savouring it. He turned to look at you, settling the leaf by his abdomen with a sly smirk you just wanna smack the hell out of.

You looked at him with disgust. Who the fuck does this guy think he is. He invades MY space, interrupting MY peace, and takes MY berries.

“Do you fucking mind”, you look at him in disbelief, snatching the berries away from his grasp, leaving him with an annoyed look. “They’re mine dumbass”

He pokes his tongue on the side of his cheek and lets out a low chuckle. “Damn, don’t have to act like such a bitch about it.” he turns, fixing his gaze on the stream, clenching his jaw. Hard.

Oh he did not. did he jus-

No breathe. Don’t let him get to you. It’s just a word. He didn’t mean it. Don’t waste your time on him. Just don’t. Breathe, Breathe, Breathe.

As you calmed yourself down, you thought how bad could it get? At this point you’re just tired and sick of his shit. You placed the leaf between both of you, nudging his shoulder to look down.

He looked at you, and down at the leaf. He searched for any expression on your face but there was none. You reached down for a berry and plopped it in your mouth, raising your brows at him.

He scoffed, extending his long legs out, placing the palm of his hands on the grass, looking up at the night sky.

That was it for you. You couldn’t understand why this guy had to be so fucking stubborn. You did nothing wrong to him, why is he acting this way towards you? it’s like he could never be pleased. You had to speak up, you had enough of his shit.

“you know what, I don’t know what the fuck is so far up your ass that you can’t show at least an ounce of respect. I’m always trying to be nice towards you but you alwa-“

You were cut off by him standing up swiftly, looking down at you with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. He stands tall, looming over you, his eyes turning dark, scanning your face with his piercing gaze. A feeling of want struck through your body that made your body shiver at the sight. But you won’t back down, not this time.

“Oh i’m the one not showing respect?” he points at his chest, looking at you with disbelief. “You’re the one with all the bitchy remarks you throw around and act like you won’t get it in return, girl.” His tone getting louder, showing authority after every word.

That Nickname. That assigned word he always called you, did something to you. Ugh, you didn’t know why, but the way it would roll out of his tongue, like honey, made something surge hot in the pit of your stomach.

You wouldn’t back down, you push yourself up, trying to get to his level and match his intensity with your gaze.

“You’re the one prancing around acting like you own everyone and everything.” You spit back, getting harsher with each passing word.

He relaxes his face, tilting his head to the side, eyes getting darker after each second.

Oh fuck

The air around you gets thick with tension. No matter how hard you try, you can’t analyze the look on his face. The way you have to tilt your head back to meet his piercing gaze, sets excitement over you.

“Just shut up”. He grunts taking a step towards you slowly.

You wanted to test his limits. Getting a little bold, you let out a low chuckle, “Oh yeah? Make me.” You take a step closer, closing the gap between the both of you.

You let your eyes wander, flicking at the sweet soft curve of his lips, then back up at his eyes.

That set him off.

He pushes you towards the closest tree with his hands gripped at both of your arms. Your back hits the tree, the rough bark digging into your soft flesh, letting out a grunt. Your body grows hot and you let your head sink back into the trunk when Jake leans over, scooping his hands under your thighs and lifting you up as if you weighed like a feather.

Without warning, he whips his head forward and smashes his lips down to yours, catching you off guard. His fingers are rough, digging into the soft plush of your skin as they never relax. Well that’s gonna leave a mark. His lips are smooth, melting into the curve of your mouth as if it was made for you. He bites the bottom of your lip, making you let out a small moan, allowing him to slip his warm slick tongue into yours. He tastes of the aftermath of the sweet berries, something that’s so addicting, you want more of. You widen your mouth, allowing him more access, pushing your tongue down to his. Surprised by your actions, he lets out a small grunt from the back of his throat and tilts his head, getting more of you.

Your fingers graze his cheeks and land on the side of his head. You pull his hair back to get a different angle but was greeted by him letting out a small, whiny moan. Jackpot.

“Didn’t know you liked your hair being pulled”, you smile against his lips, panting for air, as he sucked all of it out of you.

“Stop talkin”, he grunts and seals his warm lips on yours. You comply to his words and smash your lips against his, as you couldn’t get enough of his taste. “Needy bitch” he cursed, kissing back and biting your lip only stopping to glide his hands to the back of your top, fiddling with the knot. You were about to give him a hand but was met with your top loosening, falling to the ground between the both of you.

His large, rough, veiny hands find your boobs, giving them a harsh squeeze that let a loud, sultry moan escape your lips. The way his hand covered almost your whole chest, set something afire within you, pulling his waist closer to your mound, begging for a source of contact. He smirks at you, letting your feet hit the ground gently, as he pinches and rolls your sensitive nipples along his fingers.

He takes a step back, admiring your appearance. There’s a line of saliva running down the side of your mouth, face is flustered, eyes dark filled with lust and your nipples hard as rock, displayed for only Jake’s eyes to see. He rubs his length through his loin cloth to relive some tension and your eyes follow suit. He’s practically bulging through and you can’t help but notice how long and thick it is. You gulp.

He pulls you by the back of your neck, and sets you laying down onto the soft grass beneath you. Your heart is beating out of your chest, a river practically formed between your legs and at this point you just want him to do something. Anything, fast.

He settles above you, dipping his head down and sucking at your neck hard. You’re gonna be marked up by the end of this night. He drags his fangs down to your neck, boobs, stomach and lastly settling it on top of your loin cloth. You shiver by the different kind of contact, your walls clenching at nothing as a warm pool spreads down your mound.

“Jake please” you whimper pulling his head up to meet your gaze.

“Patience, girl. I’m just getting started”, his words leave you hot with need. You can’t take it anymore. He slowly leaves sloppy kisses all around your abdomen and finally drags his fangs underneath your loin cloth, dragging it down to your feet. He tossed it somewhere beside him but that’s a problem to think about later. He spreads your legs apart, the cold air hitting your wet mound making you buckle your hips.

“You usually get this wet?” he smirks looking up at you for an answer. Your cheeks grow red, turning your face to the side, covering it with your hands, embarrassment washing over you. Jake yanks your hands and pin them above your head. “I said, do you usually get this wet?” he sterns, looking at you with a dark look. “No” you spit out.

“Good”

He leans back, setting his weight on his knees. You pick yourself up settling on your elbows, watching his next movements. He slowly unties his loincloth and drops it when his dick springs free from the fabric. His tip a dark purple already smeared with pre-cum. He’s practically rock solid. he strokes his dick slowly, maintaining eye-contact and you couldn’t help but lick your lips. His mouth parted letting out a small moan, as you took in his length. Holy fuck he’s big. A large bulging vein running down the underside of his dick as his hand pumps himself slowly.

The next moments you weren’t prepared for. Jake swiftly picks you up and positioned your thighs on the sides of his head while you faced his length in a classic yet beautiful sixty nine position.

“Look at this sloppy hole, how long has it been since you had someone take care of you?” his hot breathe fans over you making you clench over nothing before screaming when he pinched your puffy clit.

“God, Jake please, Just please” you begged, wrapping your hand around his huge cock in front of your face.

“Shhhh, you’re talking to much, let’s put that bratty mouth into good use, eh?” the hand that was gripping your thigh was lifted up to hold your neck, slowly making you lower your mouth down on him. “Atta girl, just like that, doing so good for me”. He kept holding your head, guiding your movements in a bobbing motion.

Jake’s mouth finally meets your heat. his tongue dragging up and down your folds and sucking at your puffy clit, his moans sending vibrations down your heat giving you a whole different type of pleasure. It was too good you couldn’t even focus on your task until he grabbed and smacked your ass with no hesitation.

“Deeper” he forced you lower making you gag on his cock. tears were streaming down your face as your throat was stuffed with his length. “such a good girl for me, just how I like it” he let go of your head to hold each side of your hips, inserting two long thick fingers in you while sucking at your sensitive clit at the same time.

Jakes fingers started to pump in you faster, tongue flicking and sucking your clit as if it was his last meal. His cock was so down deep into your throat you could only moan directly onto him and scratch your nails down to his thighs. The knot on your stomach not taking to long to form was rapidly spreading across you in a mind-blowing orgasm. In hope Jake would slow down, he pumped faster and casually added a third finger stretching you mid-orgasm and curling them brushing it to massage your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Jake!” you let go of his cock to scream when he kept going in faster, holding your hips in place, not allowing you to back down from the over-stimulation.

“Shut up and take it” your back arched even more when he continued to suck your clit hard. You sobbed his name but was cut off by him shoving your head down his length. you kept bobbing your head up and down and making sure to suck his tip harder. A different sensation was building up inside of you and sobbed.

“Jake i’m close-“ you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

“Me too, baby”

He pumped his three fingers into you faster, curling them in, brushing it against your g-spot, as you kept sucking and gagging down his cock, his tip hitting deep down your throat. It seemed like another climax but this one hit you harder. Your knees buckled and a hot wave went shooting down your legs and you released onto Jake’s mouth. He slurped all your juices up like a starved man and as he was, you started massaging his balls and it send him on edge. he spilled his warm load deep down your throat. You choked but swallowed all of it.

Your body goes limp against his as he picks you up and lays your back against his chest, laying down on the soft grass. Every inch of your body is sore as you were processing what just fucking happened. Jakes hot breath fans against your neck and nuzzles between your shoulder.

“You’re still a bitch you know that” he whispers against you, but you had not one ounce of energy to respond. You just smiled.

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BOY WE HAD A TIME LAST NIGHTTT

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

can you write something about Jake having dirty thoughts about his innocent bestfriend 🤭 and then they have like a super heated moment after she catches him looking at her differently 🤭🤭🤭

😩😩😩😩 YESSSS OMGGG the tension 🥵🥵

Just btw, as a small warning, mean!Jake ahead

And Jake Sully struggles with it. He suffers through every day, through every moment, through every thought. It's difficult—no, impossible for him to see you and not—fuck.

Your big doe eyes, your pretty body, your naive little mind. The way he's constantly thinking of fucking you, bending you over something, spanking you, licking all over. The thought of you on your knees for him, his long cock down your throat, your pretty eyes full of tears. The idea of your pussy stretching to take his cock, of your body shaking under his, of you crying out his name. Goddamn, he's lost count of how many times he's woken after dreaming of fucking you only to find he's jizzed all over his bed.

It drives him insane. You drive him insane.

Lately, he's finding it harder and harder to concentrate, to just be around you. For fuck's sake, you're his best friend. A kind, naive, innocent little thing. And yet—Jake just can't keep you out of his disgusting, perverted mind.

One day, while you're out with him just gathering a few fruits and wandering the forest, Jake realizes how gorgeous you are. How you look so pretty and soft and just—so ready to be corrupted.

His eyes watch you, the way your ass moves as you walk, the way your tail swishes side to side. He can't keep his eyes off your thighs, his mind focused on what's between them, aching he could fill you.

He's so distracted thinking about fucking you, that he doesn't hear you ask him a question.

When he doesn't answer, you try again. “Jake?” you call softly as you bend over to pick up a few berries from a low bush.

But Jake's eyes are on your ass, how he could just fuck you while you're all bent over, how pretty you'd look while taking his cock.

“Fuck,” he says out loud, which makes you frown and turn to him.

Your eyes detect his gaze before he can look away, and you realize, you know he was just staring at your ass.

“Jake!” you snap, surprised and a little embarrassed, confused. “What-what're you doing?”

Jake's ears fold back—the only sign he's nervous, because the rest of his stance is cocky and smooth, feigning innocence. He crosses his arms, shrugs. “Nothin'.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean nothing?” you demand, scoffing.

He huffs softly. “I was just-just lookin', 's all.” He shrugs again. “What's wrong with that?”

You sneer. “What do you mean what's wrong?”

He takes a step closer to you, towering over you. “I mean I don't see the fuckin' problem about me staring at your ass,” he replies, looking you dead in the eye. “You bent over 'n front 'f me. What did you expect?”

“I don't know! Maybe a little bit of respect?” you snap, crossing your arms.

“So you don't think it's disrespectful to just bend over in front of me?” he demands. “Because I consider it to be extremely rude. And I think we should correct that behavior, hm?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward him before he pushes you to the ground on your knees. You scoff, surprised and confused, as he removes his loincloth.

And suddenly you're faced with his long, hard cock, the tip a dark blue, the veins prominent against the skin. Your eyes rush up to his as if asking what you should do, and Jake grabs your chin in one of his hands.

“Open up f'r me,” he says. “Nice and wide, kid.”

You do as asked, heart racing in your chest, lust coiling in your womb, and Jake thrusts his hips forward, forcing his cock down your mouth. You gasp and gag as the thick head of his cock crashes into the back of your throat.

Jake groans. “Goddamn, such a pretty little mouth.”

He fucks your face, watching the way your eyes water, reveling in the way your hands fall to his thighs to hold yourself upright. He can't get enough of the sight. “You look so pretty like this,” he says, “on your knees for me. Finally giving me the apology I deserve, hm?”

And he knows he's punishing you for something that's not your fault. He knows it's unfair, knows it makes no sense to have you suck him off as an apology when it's him that should apologize to you. He should apologize for every time he's pictured you naked, for every time he's wanted to fuck you, for every time he couldn't keep his damn eyes off your perfect body.

He just can't help himself. You're so easy sometimes, so clueless about the world, you don't understand how things work. In a way, Jake manages to convince himself that he's helping you, preparing you for a cruel world that will not go well with your kind innocence.

“That's much better, kid,” he says. “You hear how quiet you can be? See how much nicer it is when you use your mouth to suck my cock instead of complain'? Hm?”

Your nails dig into the muscles of his thighs as he pushes deeper into your mouth, his heavy balls slapping against your chin, his abdomen ghosting the tip of your nose.

One of Jake's hands falls to your head, softly caressing your hair at first before he tangles his fingers in the thick locks and tugs. You mewl, the sound ringing through his cock, making it twitch in your mouth.

“You see what you do t'me?” he demands, groaning. “You see how you turn me into a pervert and a jerk? You don't think you should apologize about that?”

You try to reply, “I am apologizing,” but your words are muffled by his cock, and they come out as an incoherent string of sounds.

“You should apologize for every time you've worn those pretty beads of yours in your hair, how they would make the prettiest of sounds as I fuck you,” he tells you. “You should apologize for being so fuckin' pretty, so hard to resist. It's fucking impossible to be around you and think of anything else, hm? You should apologize for riling me up and making me need you.” Between clenched teeth, he adds, “You should know I hate needing anyone.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you struggle to breathe around Jake's cock. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, a salty liquid gently oozing out of the tip on occasion and smearing itself over your tongue.

Jake can feel himself close to the edge, his orgasm crawling to the surface. He's breathing hard, his ears folding back, his teeth baring as he snarls in pleasure.

And then he glances down at you, and he finds that your big doe eyes are on him, your lashes wet with your tears, the tip of your nose darkened by your crying.

And it's the sight of you so helpless on your knees before him that sends Jake over the edge. His cock jerks in your mouth and then spurts his thick, hot cum down your throat. You gasp at the sensation, something coiling low in your stomach, aching to be filled there too.

Jake gasps as he comes down from his high, his body shaking softly, his tail swishing from side to side. And then he's pulling his cock out of your mouth, dressing himself, and he smirks down at you before saying, “Apology accepted.”

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[sigridsdottir]

Reflecting, on him & I [ubbe fic]

Ubbe's wife watches him from the window, playing with their children. She cannot help but reflect on what he means to her.

I admired Ubbe. 

I watched his braid dance in the air as he played with our children in the sand. The sun shining, a gentle zephyr, calm sea. 

When I gave birth, crying out in ancient female pain, he was there. And when the midwife pulled out our baby to reveal a daughter, his eyes glistened with tears. Tears of joy. 

And the same with our son. 

He took pride in them, and spent the days teaching them things. How to find the fullest berry bush in the woods, how to carve the sharpest arrows, how to sing Nordic songs. But he worried for them, too. He feared the day of our son’s first raid. He feared that men would covet our daughter.

These are the things he would tell me before we slept at night. We laid together each night, and I traced his cheekbones, like knives, lit by moonlight. He held me closely to him, his arms unyielding but delicate.

I was drawn to him when I was young. He was Prince, and I was invisible. I feared that I would remain so forever. 

Until one day. I was carrying a bucket of water, on top of my head, when I tripped. It came crashing down, turning the dirt to mud and soaking my dress. Hot tears of frustration rushed to my eyes. But before I could weep-

“Do you need help?” A voice asked.

He stood there in front of me. Blue eyes staring into mine, quizzically. 

After a beat, he nodded to himself. “I’ll get you water.” 

What… the fuck… is happening? 

He picked the bucket from the fresh mud and headed off. 

Nearly every day after that, he appeared. Flowers in a bundle on my doorstep. Wolf skins, for warmth. Skeins of the softest yarn. A teasing flirt. A thoughtful conversation. A kiss.

Eventually, we married. All the sudden, I was the most visible woman in Kattegat. And these moments, at the end of our days, when we lay alone together, became precious.

I stare into his oceanic eyes, stormy as seas, clear as skies. I smell his scent, wild like the woods. I touch his face, scarred skin soothing at my caress. I feel his body pressed against mine, his heat welcome in the winter. His rough palms lay on my stomach, where I have held his children. His soft lips kiss my cheek and his beard tickles my neck. He whispers things in my ear. That he loves me, that the gods made me with him in mind.

I admire Ubbe for he is good and kind, but he does not bend to the will of any man. I must be favored by some god, for Ubbe is the man who rocks me in his arms, night after night.

#this is my first fic! ahh #pls be nice #its kind of mush because thats how looking at ubbe makes me feel #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x oc #ubbe x reader #vikings imagines #vikings fanfic #mywork

[sadpearonmars]

Do you have any advice for how to deal with world events that make you feel helpless? I want to stay informed and, you know, stay woke, but it's so hard to not get swept away with doom.

So these are just my thoughts, as a person who grew up obsessed with the news and being informed and also a person who got so burnt out and hurt by it all. So don't read the editorials and don't read the comments.*

The news is often horrible. The vibes out there are really fucked and a lot of this stuff can get personal. I find the worst part of reading the news is the sense of hopelessness it can spark. How do we do anything in a world so dark? I'm afraid the answer is to be as much like Samwise as we can. To try, no matter how hard it is, because we care.

Pick something. Pick literally any action you can take to make the world a little better, that does not involve staring at your computer/phone screen soaking in the horror. It does not have to be the most important issue, it only has to be one you can do something about. Tackle that and make it something you do regularly, so every week or month or whatever you can say "Well, we live in hell but I did X this week and that's not nothing."

I personally have the luxury of a yard and despite having zero knowledge or aptitude for it, I'm getting into plants. I planted a bunch of flower bulbs just because I wanted something beautiful. I planted a bush because it will have berries to feed the birds and support our native ecosystem. I'm going to kill a whole section of grass and plant native seeds for grasses and flowers, a project that will no doubt horrify the sweet old man on my block but will be good for the bees. I cannot fix the absolute horror show of climate change myself but I am trying to make my tiny place in the world more hospitable for the creatures I share it with.

It doesn't have to be the plants. It can be volunteering to walk dogs at the shelter or Meals on Wheels or being a crossing guard during the school year. It can be knitting hats for a fundraiser or just for people you know need them. It can be donating to your local library. It can be taking a walk in your neighborhood and picking up trash along the way. It can be playing cards with the vets down at the VFW hall on Fridays or being a clinic escort or doing admin work for a nonprofit. Just find something, no matter how small it seems, and do that. Write it down so you can show yourself later when you despair that last week you did something. It's not nothing. It's something. It helps you, it helps someone else.

(Of course, if you have the ability to do bigger work like advocacy, protesting, campaigning, do it! I tried to focus on the very specific personal quality of coping with the news in this answer)

*I broke this rule only to read the comments on the Washington Post review of Lisa Frankenstein just to verify that I was not crazy and it truly was a bizarre take on the movie. But otherwise, I have managed to avoid the comments section for twenty odd years now.

#dealing with everything #how to cope in the 21st century

[sunflowersteves]

🔮 — practical magic; headcanons [character + scenario]

steve harrington x shy! reader that loves flowers

🥺🥺stevie steve!!

warnings || none, fluff!!

“for me?” Steve says, eyebrows high on his forehead in surprise.

You shy nodded and handed him the delicate wildflower that you had picked moments before.

“It’s very pretty, baby.”

Almost immediately, he would go and search for a small cup with some water.

“Not quite as pretty as you though, pumpkin.”

Your whole body froze at his statement—your chest swelling with warmth and so many butterflies.

“Steve! You can’t just say things like that to me!”

He scoffs, “What? It’s true!”

Soon enough, Steve realized just how much you love flowers.

Every single time Steve would surprise you with flowers before a date, you would be jumping up and down with glee.

“Steve! They’re so beautiful.” And you’d get this little glint in your eyes as you stared at them.

Steve swore under his breath because it was the cutest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life.

You would take care of them until the brink of their life—tears cascading down your cheeks when his gifts would die.

“Sweet girl, I got you those a week ago.”

You punched his arm with no hesitation.

Steve would also surprise you with your own little garden in his backyard.

He had spend all day trying to figure out how to mix cement and place little garden fields all around the grass near the trees.

He knew your parents wouldn’t allow you to have something like that of your own, so he took it upon himself to make you a little space.

“Close your eyes, baby. Sh, close them.”

“They’re closed, Steve, jeez.” And you’re carefully stepping around trying to make sure you won’t fall, all while he’s guiding you.

All of a sudden the came to a halt, almost making him bump into you.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

You slowly let your eyelids gleam beneath the rays of the sun, and then you cast them right onto the garden before you.

“Steve?” You turn to him with tears in your eyes. “Is this?”

He nodded, brown eyes shining into your own. “I thought I could give you a little garden and I made sure to organize them! Those are where the vegetables go and where the berry bushes go. Oh! And these are where the—”

He lets out a strangled yelp at your body crashing over his. Your lips find his cheek, his chin, his nose, and his jaw in a fury of kisses.

He can’t help but smile from ear to ear at your reaction.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

#vic’s scream fest sleepover #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington headcanon

[undyingghoul]

Five Days of Ghouls: My Home Is You

Prompts: Dew- "I Burn For You." Mountain- "You are my earth." Rain- "My love for you is like an ocean... It's endless and deep." Aether- "I can feel my energy thrum when you are present." Swiss- "I feel every element thrive when with you." ------- Pairing: Mountain x GN!Reader Warnings: none Title: My Home Is You Summary: Mountain loved the outdoors and he loved to show you everything about it, even if it meant he had to carry you out there early in the morning to see it because you wouldn't get up when he came to wake you to go outside.

It was just barely six in the morning and you were already outdoors. Mountain had woken you up quite early, about an hour ago, because he wanted to spend time with you. “Mountain… C’mon, I wanna sleep…!” You whined at him when he first woke you. When the earth Ghoul tore the blankets off of you and picked you up you groaned and went limp in his hold. “Fuck you, Mountain,” You moaned tiredly. “Not right now, later perhaps,” He retorted and you huffed in response. At the current moment, you were snuggled against Mountain as the two of you lay down on a hill staring at the rising sun. The beautiful oranges, yellows, and reds illuminated the sky and highlighted the clouds that had once been unseen because of the darkened night sky. “I still hate you for waking me, that won’t go away anytime soon, but I have to admit that this is beautiful,” You said quietly to Mountain, fearing that if you spoke too loud you’d ruin this perfect moment.

Mountain pulled you closer and smiled. “Hate me all you want, (Y/n), but I’d do this all over again just to see the fascinated look on your face as you watch the sunrise,” He replied, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You let out a content sigh and wrapped your arms around Mountain, resting your head on his chest and letting your eyes wander around the area he had taken you to. There were tall trees on the edge of the hill and a big valley below you filled with tall grass and different kinds of flowers. Birds sang quietly around you and owls hooted gently, crickets still chirping and fireflies danced around. It was so beautiful, so serene… You adored this moment and wished you could take a picture of it.

After the sun had fully risen into the sky Mountain sat up slowly and you sat up with him. “Let’s go for a walk, yes?” He asked and you nodded eagerly. He stood up and offered his hand to you and you took it, standing with him and letting him lead you toward the valley below.

You two walked through the tall grass and flowers, your free hand running over the tops of the plants and even picking a few flowers. You had started to make a small bouquet for Mountain and he only realized it when you two had entered the forest and you held it out to him. “What’s this?” He asked you as he took the small bouquet. “It’s a bouquet of flowers from that valley! I made it for you,” You answered happily and proudly.

Mountain looked down at the flower bouquet and smiled. “Thank you, it’s beautiful,” He said and pressed a kiss to your lips. You giggled gently and started to swing the hand holding his a little bit as you both walked.

You looked around the forest, pretty shades of green and even more flowers peeking through some of the bushes catching your eye. You hadn’t realized Mountain lead you to some wild berries until you saw the different shades and shapes of the fruit on the bushes. “Wild berries for breakfast, Mountain?” You asked with a smile. “Only the best for you,” Was all he said before he let go of your hand and started picking at the bushes.

You sighed happily at his words and moved over to a wild strawberry bush, picking only the best ones for you and Mountain to eat. You used the shirt you were wearing to put the strawberries in, lifting the bottom of your shirt to create a little carrier. Once you had enough strawberries you moved over to the blueberry bush, picking a few from there, and then moved to the other multitude of berry bushes.

By the end of this berry-picking session, your shirt had been filled with berries that needed to be washed off before being eaten. Mountain came over to you doing the same with his shirt and he laughed a bit. “Great minds think alike,” He said before motioning for you to follow him as he started to walk off.

You quickly followed him and walked side by side with him in comfortable silence. You two soon arrived at a small creek and hummed. “How will we wash the berries?” You asked once you realized you two hadn’t brought anything to put the berries in. “Easy,” He said as he dumped the berries he had collected into your shirt, then pulled his own shirt off.

Mountain created a little makeshift basket using his shirt and you dumped the berries into it, finally glad to rid of all of that extra weight your hand had to hold up and shook out the cramp in your hand. He knelt down by the creek and dropped the shirt into it, holding onto it but gently rustling it around to make sure all the berries were getting through the water. “As much as I appreciate the makeshift strainer, you do not have a shirt now, Mountain,” You commented and the earth Ghoul only chuckled. “It’s not a big deal, I’ll survive.”

Mountain pulled the shirt out of the stream and unraveled it, laying the shirt flat on the forest floor and sitting down as he picked a blueberry out of the pile and ate it. You sat down as well and grabbed a raspberry, inspecting it before you popped it into your mouth and chewed it. “Oooh, Mountain, these raspberries are so good!” You marveled as you picked out six more and shoved them into your mouth.

The earth Ghoul snickered a bit. “I know only of the best fruits in here, this is my territory after all,” He said proudly as he popped a strawberry into his mouth, plucking out the very top of it from his mouth afterward. It took you a moment to realize what he meant by his territory but you eventually got it. He’s earth-aligned element-wise… It makes sense that he’d go about calling this his territory.

The two of you engaged in conversation as you ate the berries, many laughs coming from both of you and a few shared kisses. Eventually, the berries were gone and his shirt had dried somewhat, the wetness of the shirt didn’t seem to bother him as he put it back on either and you had to give him props for that.

Mountain and you were headed back the way you came and you were locked in conversation with him once again. You could talk to him all day if you wanted to, you just loved talking with Mountain. The current topic was things that made Mountain feel at home.

“As much as I love nature and its gifts, there was always one thing, one person, that always made me feel at home,” He said after talking about how Earth’s nature and his fellow bandmates made him feel at home. “Oh? Who might that be?” You asked with curiosity. Mountain came to a stop just before the path that led back to the Abbey and looked at you as he held both of your hands in his. “You,” He answered.

You looked at him, watched his facial expressions, and looked into his eyes for any sign that he was playing with you. But you found nothing of the sort. All you found was honesty, genuineness, and truth. “Me?” You replied quietly and Mountain nodded. “I always feel welcomed by you, I feel appreciated, loved, cared for… You are my home, (Y/n). You are my Earth.”

#mountain x reader #nameless ghoul mountain #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #five days of ghouls

[aemondslefteyeball]

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Substance use, gore, spooky shit]

[Summary: Origin of the McNugget]

(See you next week bbys drink water have a good time)

Word Count: 5.9K

Chapter 6

The cold winter air nipped at every exposed part of your face. Lys had the closest thing to a perfect climate– according to tourism boards– but you had always longed to watch the snowfall. You pulled the squirming kid into your arms before the two of you settled onto the rocking chair. You rested your head on Jaehaerys’s, the wool fibers tickling your chin. “That one is called Pleiadys.”

“Why?”

 By this point, everything you said was met with the same response but you found yourself endeared by his curiosity. Raising a gloved finger to point at the constellation, you moved an arm to cradle the boy as he shifted to look. “It means the seven sisters.” Jaehaerys nodded eagerly, face alight with curiosity and a thousand more questions. “And that one, right there.” You moved your hand across the freckled sky, pointing to a new target. His gaze shifted to the general area to which you were pointing, but you knew it needed a finer eye. Wrapping your hand around his, you gingerly led it to the exact one. “Is Rigel. It’s my very favorite star.”

“Why?” As you continued babbling about the constellations, you caught sight of the toddler’s eyelids starting to grow heavy. His head rested against your chest as you tiptoed through the mansion before quietly tucking him into bed.

A tense quiet sat over the car. You found yourself wondering once again exactly what unspoken rule you had broken but decided to let your husband seethe just a little bit longer. “I specifically told you to not speak with him,” the low growl eventually emerged. You turned to see him gripping the steering wheel as hard as humanly possible. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the window, a small smirk on your face as you shook your head in disbelief. “You may be naive, but I know Aegon.” Sometimes it caught you off guard at how jealous he was, especially for somebody who spent so much of his time actively pretending you didn’t exist. If anybody could be upset over you tossing a child to another man, of course it would be him. 

Taking a deep breath in you thought for a moment more, gaze fixed on the street sign across the way. He stayed put at the red light for just a second longer before his eye snapped to meet yours. You didn’t grant him eye contact, knowing that if you did he would try to cow you into relenting once again. You just waited for him to hiss through his teeth and drive again. “Yeah.” Leaning back into the chair, you turned to finally look at him. “I’ll really convince your family we’re happily married, by ignoring all of your male relatives.” Silence fell over the car once again. It continued into the next few days until a gift bag containing earrings was draped onto your bedroom door handle. What a lovely gift from his secretary. 

You crouched next to a fern, putting your hands on your thighs before reaching out to tear a leaf off. “Seriously?” Myrielle stood and kicked a nearby bush, dropping the bucket on the ground with a clang. “How are there no fucking berries?” Rolling the leaf between your thumb and index finger, you pushed down the memories of a girl’s trip with Tanselle to the Highgarden Conservatory.

“Could be birds picking them off. Or like, mice.” 

“Gods, I could eat the fuck out of a mouse right now.” Sabitha mused, a chorus of disgust ringing out amongst the group. 

“You know some animals live off eating their own vomit?” You piped up, unsure of exactly where the compulsion to do so came from. Letting the ball of plant matter fall back to the ground, you suddenly regretted speaking at all.

“Okay, thanks for that image Y/N.” 

“Did the ghosts tell you that? Or do you just, like, talk about blood and stuff?” Ever since the seance it was like this every day with Myrielle. 

Smacking your hands onto your knees before rising, you shot her the most passive-aggressive smile you could. “Mostly we just chat about how Rymund Manwoody dumped you for his cousin.” You didn't wait for her to retort, walking off and ignoring whatever she shouted after you. You came to a small clearing, and behind a felled tree a stag bent down. Holding a breath for a second and thinking of the quietest way to get Baela’s attention, you took a step back. The stag lifted its head, horror bubbling within you as you saw viscera coating the antlers. Stealth damned, boots rustled softly against the dirt as you backtracked. 

“Hey, look, ignore Myrielle.” Sabitha reached a hand out to jostle your arm. Noticing your expression, she paused for a second longer. “You doing alright?” You simply nodded your head in response and looked back at the deer once more before walking back to the cabin.

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Dinners with Helaena and the twins had come to be a ritual, and in a way, Aemond relied on it. It went the same way each time. She entered, fussed over him, and asked how therapy was going. The past two times he had simply ignored her, or answered with a hard stare. This time, he looked at her for a second before mumbling “Fine.” It was still a waste of his time, but he couldn’t argue that it wasn’t improving his work performance. Besides, the better he performed and the more people would realize that he was alright. After they continued their meal in relative silence, he looked at her. “They’re doing a scan.” He forked a piece of chicken and chewed on it, swallowing before he continued. “Over Moat Cailin.” 

Helaena’s gaze softened as she spun her chopsticks around in the sauce and rice mix covering her plate. “You’re really good at keeping up with the updates.” Aemond sighed tiredly, hoping this wasn’t a segue to unsolicited life advice. 

“It’s the right thing to do.” He moved his fork over to a piece of bell pepper, lifting it to his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. By this point, he had sunk more money than he was comfortable thinking about into the search efforts and strong-armed Aegon into following suit. Aegon, as per usual, seemed entirely unaffected by the lives of those around him imploding. He idly wondered exactly how Sara would react to seeing his brother again before his mind drifted to when he would reunite with you. 

“I think it’s good.” Helaena paused, her expression careful as she set her utensils down. “That you care about… doing the right thing.” 

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The brush slipped through Barba’s hair effortlessly. Pulling it back before parting it into three sections, you began to braid her hair. The insects chirped as the two of you sat there. Barba’s gaze was tilted upwards as you worked on the sections at her crown. “Do you think survival training will be like this?” Barba laughed softly, her face lighting up. 

“I think we’ll have an edge up on everybody else there.” You sat for a moment longer, the braid laxing before you tighten your grip again and weaved the next few sections in. 

“Okay, but like.” Taking a deep breath in, you let your hands rest against her. “What about a psych eval?” 

Barba nodded, chewing on her lower lip for a second. “I don’t think we’re at the point where we need to worry.” She finally stated, her sing-songy voice comforting against the chirping of insects. “I think we’ve got a good shot at getting out of here.” You went back to plaiting her hair. “I have an idea.” When the final sections of hair were done, you wrapped it up and tapped her on the shoulder. Taking it as a sign to continue, she turned to face you. “The Cessna.” Her tone was laced with naive hope, and your stomach sank. 

“It’s not safe.” Shaking your head you brought your fingers to rub against your temples. The desperation in the camp was growing, and you were all starting to feel the effects of hunger. But human sentimentality was not so easily relinquished.

“It’s not safe for us to sit around and wait either. We’re on our own.” 

From a strictly rational standpoint, you know she had a few good points but couldn’t stop the fervent shaking of your head. “Barba, no. We have no clue how long that thing has been sitting there. We have no idea what condition the fuel is in…” She had set her jaw, pulling her long black braid over her shoulder. “With our combined flight hours, we’re not qualified to even apply for astronaut training.” The futility of the last few years suddenly dawned on you. All the early mornings you spent at the airfield, all the hours you cracked open books. And it was all fucking useless here. “And these conditions… the mountains would fuck up even seasoned pilots. We are grad students who go joy riding…” 

“Y/N.” Barba had sat silently while you had rambled on, her expression too calm for your liking. “The sacrifices we have to make?” Her icy blue eyes locked onto yours, her face uncharacteristically stoic. “That doesn’t just start when they hand you the helmet.” We can’t even be considered for wearing a helmet. Kids playing heroes.  She reached a hand out, rubbing your knee gently. “If I die doing this, it’ll be no different than if I die in space.” She pulled her hand back and grasped the weirdwood pendant on her neck. “The Gods are going to see us through this.” 

“How do you know, though?” Barba came to sit behind you, pulling your hair over your shoulders before she started to run the brush through your lengths. She was right, in that the career field the two of you had chosen was dangerous. But it wasn't a tangible danger. It existed as an abstract. 

“I don’t, but I also don’t think faith is mutually exclusive to knowledge.” You sighed, nodding slightly before she yanked on your hair in a silent command to stop moving. Quiet permeated the woods around the two of you as she continued. Upon completing the braid, she moved to sit next to you again. “Hey, I know you’re stressing about this.” She grabbed your hand. “But you’re going to do fine, if you’re really so worried just… edit.” Moving her hand, she reached to grab yours. “But I don’t think you’re crazy.” 

You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear somebody else say it, nodding quietly as you pulled your lips back over your teeth. “In your religion...” You let the words hang in the air for a second. Neither of your parents had been particularly pious, and your father’s funeral was the last time you stepped foot into a Red Temple. “I’ve been having really weird dreams.” Letting out a breath and gathering your courage, you faced her. “I think I’ve been having visions. You guys have like, tree prophets, right?” 

“We call them greenseers.” Barba corrected with a small smile. “But yes. The old Gods sometimes send visions to guide us.” 

“It doesn’t feel like being guided. It’s… disorienting.” Truthfully each time it happened it felt like your very soul was hungover. 

“Well, they could either be a warning or a revelation.” 

“But how do I know I’m not just crazy? And even if I have some gift from the Gods, I’m just a fucking person.” The plastic bracelet twisted on your wrist. “How do I know I won’t fuck up the interpretation?” 

“I think, because the Gods gave them faith. Faith is the substance of things that are hoped for. And the evidence of things unseen.” She paused for a second, looking down. “I know people think I’m weird. Just as I know that no Maester has found concrete proof of religion or magic. Better yet, I know that we kind of just pray to trees. But I also don’t think it’s a coincidence that every culture on the planet has independently come to the conclusion that there’s something more than just the trees. But I know it because I believe it. I think it would help you to open yourself to that.” She lowered her eyes to yours, “Look. The Gods want us to do the right thing. No matter the religion, that tends to be a basic tenet.” You nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Even if praying to the trees isn’t what you want, there are lessons that can be learned from it. If you open your heart to greater things, they will help you discern the true from the false.” 

“I don’t…” You pressed your lips together. “But how would I even open my heart?” 

“I want to show you something tonight.” A smile broke out across Barba’s face as she stood up and headed back towards the stack of firewood.

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Aemond sat at work, tapping his finger against the mouse. There was some tune that was stuck in his head, but he couldn’t identify any lyrics. Or knowledge of where he had actually heard it. Huffing at the earworm, he went through his usual day. Have meetings, check to see if there are any updates on the search, lunch, emails, paperwork. Routine. His fingers tapped until he finally shifted them to the keyboard. His search finally led him to the website of a boutique tucked into the beachfront of Lys. Aemond Targaryen was a man of principle, and he had to rectify his mistake. To his chagrin, your duvet had stopped being sold years ago. Gladdened that at least the worst part of his workday was also the end of it, he sat in his car for a few moments. He started it but sat parked in the lot. He had known this was coming for some time, but a touch of guilt still tugged at him. Not enough to stop him from pulling up the familiar contact number and pressing call. 

“Hello?” Alys’s voice had the same seductive edge to it that it always possessed. Years ago it had excited him, but these days his life was too turbulent to keep up with all of it. Alys, sensing the ominousness of the time he took to answer, sighed. “Aemond. I’m busy.” 

“I don’t think you should come around anymore.” It shocked him how easily the words flowed from his lips. They hardly lived a white-picket life but they had still been sleeping together for the past few years. He should feel guiltier, but just couldn’t muster it.

“Okay.” Okay? Alys waited a minute longer before sighing once more. “I should’ve seen this coming earlier.” He could sense the disappointment in her voice, but he got the feeling it wasn’t because of him breaking it off. Rather that she didn’t have the power of breaking up with him. “You’ve been stringing me along for a dead woman you hated. For months. You’re an asshole.” Three little beeps sounded. Aemond supposed that he shouldn’t have been surprised. He felt angry and thought about what Dr. Greenwood had said. He rolled his eyes in disbelief that he was actually falling for the bullshit she peddled. Figuring that he might as well make use of his money, he sighed and thought about it for a second. He knew he was an asshole, that bounced off him like rubber. It didn’t bother him that she pointed out him stringing her along. She was objectively right about that as well. ‘I want you to focus on what thoughts you’re experiencing when your anger starts to get above a five’ Aemond leaned back into the headrest, closing his eyes. You aren’t dead, and I didn’t hate you. I don’t hate you. He opened his eyes once more and shifted the car into gear, leading an uneventful drive home. Fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

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You coughed so hard you thought your lungs might burst out of your mouth. Waving the smoke away with your hand, you took another puff before passing it over to Sabitha. She inhaled deeply, before following it up with another hit. She passed the joint onto Aly and leaned her head back, half-moaning. “Fuck. I didn’t know how much I needed that.” Sabitha handled it like a champ but you, unfortunately, have bitch lungs and proceeded to hack a little while longer. 

Aly smirked at you and nudged your shin with the toe of her shoe. “Try not to die on us, yeah? This would be a really weird death to explain to your Mom.” The three of you laughed around the little fire. You came out here when you needed to clear your head. This evening Sabitha and Aly showed up with a much-needed offer for company, but more importantly, a joint. Since the plane was private, pretty much all of you had taken the opportunity to smuggle things airport security would normally confiscate. Thankfully for you, Sabitha apparently packed a garbage bag full of weed in her carry-on. 

Taking another two puffs off it before quickly passing it to Sabitha, you held it in a few seconds before a fit of coughing wracked you. “If I die, who's going to third-wheel for you two?” Sabitha nodded and shrugged before exhaling. “Do you guys?” The high had started to sink in at this point, your muscles relaxing. Your question was cut off by the next round of hits, coughing again before composing yourself. “Do you guys think you feel better or worse having each other out here?” 

The two of them looked at each other in quiet contemplation. Aly glanced back at you for a moment before she put the joint out. “I don’t think I’ve really thought about it.” Sabitha nodded in agreement. “It just kind of… is. You know?” 

Sabitha bit her lower lip in brief concentration before exhaling. “It fucking sucks that she’s in the shit.” She admitted, unable to look at her girlfriend. “But I don’t think I’ll ever not be grateful she’s with me.” 

Aly awwed and you pantomimed gagging before throwing a pebble at the two of them. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.” 

“Well if you wanna talk about rubbing…” 

Aly shot a look at her girlfriend, and Sabitha just smirked in response. Aly turned back to you, her expression soft. “You’ll see her again soon.” 

You wanted to believe it but just sighed instead. “I know it’s selfish.” You had grown up a Navy brat until your teenage years. A Dear John letter wasn’t a foreign concept, but you didn’t even have a fucking address here. Everything hung in limbo. “I just really hope she’s missing me, you know?” You steadied your breath before fiddling with your bracelet. “I know it’s not fair because we have no idea when or if help is coming. But I just want her to wait for me.” After your admission, Aly flicked another match and lit the joint again, passing it to you. Gratefully, you took an especially long hit before leaning back and exhaling slowly. You wondered what Emerson was doing– if she was sleeping well at night–  and took another hit. “I really fucking miss her.” 

“Hey, soon enough you can divorce Aemond, and the two of you can do whatever the fuck you want.” A smile broke out across your face at the thought, your forgotten wedding ring sitting somewhere with the rest of your stuff in the cabin. 

“God, that time could not come quickly enough.” You threw your head back and groaned, digging your heels into the dirt. 

“Aww, what? You don’t miss the hubby?”

“Fuck no.” Sabitha could barely finish her question before you spat out the response. The two of them wasted no time breaking out into laughter. “Seriously. I hope he gets kicked in the shins every fucking day.” You rolled your eyes and took your hits before passing it on once again. “You know he demanded that I start sleeping with my door shut so that his cat wouldn’t come nap with me?” The problem was only exacerbated when the two of you discovered that Vhagar could somehow open doorknobs as long as they weren’t locked. You had no fucking clue how, but at this point, you had accepted she was higher than you on the pecking order. It’s not like you hated waking up to a sweet old cat purring into your shoulder either. 

The two of them looked at each other conspiratorially before Sabitha spoke up. “Okay, but I have to know.” You furrowed your eyebrows suspiciously as soon as she said it. “You’ve met his girlfriend, right?” You sucked the air in through your teeth. Alys was actually pretty nice, as it turned out. The two of you had once chatted for a few minutes about the news before Aemond stormed in and put an abrupt end to whatever friendship could have formed. “You know. The thing is that.” You let the two of them wait on the edge of their seats, using it as an opportunity to take an extra hit. “She’s really fucking hot. Quick as a whip too.” You pulled your lips back into a smirk just as Sabitha broke out into laughter. 

“Okay, but you realize what you have to do though, right?” You gestured for Aly to elaborate, while she just smirked and turned to look at Sabitha. 

“Y/N entering her Mr. Steal Yo Girl era.” 

“Yeah, I got it” You giggled, nudging Sabitha with your shoe. “In the divorce, he gets the house and I get the girl.” 

“Rom-com in the making.” Sabitha japed, finally tossing the dead joint into the fire. Once the joint was tossed in, you poured a pail of water over the fire before the two of them went back to camp, and you went to the clearing where you had met Barba earlier. 

She held a hand out, the firelight from her torch flashing in her icy eyes. You hesitantly stepped forward and grasped it before she led you through deeper parts of the brush. After countless scratches and spiderwebs, she stopped in front of you suddenly. You were off the game trail and felt the need to watch each footstep. Almost running into her, you let go of her hand and raised your eyes. Before the two of you stood a massive tree. Blood-red leaves shone black in the gathering dusk, and red sap dripped down the sturdy branches. A strange feeling overtook you right then, an animalistic understanding that you were in the presence of something ancient. Something primordial. Torchlight danced across the terrible face carved into the tree, crusted red sap flowed down the forehead but the rest of the face was twisted in rapture. You stepped back, suddenly frightened. Barba caught your upper arm with her hand, shushing you softly. “It’s okay, the Gods want this.” With that, you took her hand and approached the tree. The two of you stood next to each other as you both stared at the ancient, gnarled thing in awe. 

“What do I say?” You looked at her for a second, a dull throbbing in your forehead. Ghostly blue eyes affixed on the blackening leaves once more. 

“You don’t have to say anything.”  Her head tilted back as she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath in and tapped the side of your hand. “Listen.” The expression on her face was placid, and she reached out a single hand to put on the tree. As you closed your eyes, you took a deep breath in and held it for a few seconds. “Open your heart.” That’s when it started again, the dull chanting that whispered beneath the surface of the breeze. A gale burst through the canopy of the forest and howled through the Weirwood leaves. You reached your hand out and placed it on the bark. 

The first thing that registered was the lack of gravity on your body. You were falling but with no force. Blackness enveloped the void you had found yourself thrust into. Your hands waved and your breath bubbled. Bubbled? Every instinct screamed against what was happening. But panic didn’t overtake you, just acceptance. 

Water pooled on the floors of the stone tunnel. You put your right hand onto the wall. Flashes of dragonfire licked through every crevice of the mazes. Dragons roared in the sky as Andals turned to ash before you. Stepping back in horror, you looked at where your hand had been and held back the urge to wretch. Scoured into the maze wall was the humanoid form of somebody dead centuries before your birth. You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, nails digging into your palms. As far back as you could remember, your Dad had been a huge horror buff. Shortly after you turned eleven, he finally deemed you old enough to watch The Shining with him. ‘There’s a trick, you know.’ Your heart beats harder at the memory of his voice. ‘Keep going right.’ Unclad feet splashed through the puddles on the floor as you continued onward. That’s when a familiar silhouette entered your peripheral vision. A stag raised its head to you when it finished lapping at the pools of brackish water. It led you to a staircase that had candles interwoven with the spiral of the structure. Your calves started to ache as you ascended. A sense of foreboding twisted in your gut and you knew better than to open any of the doors that shifted along the sides of the staircase. Those few doors that were open showed you things that made your stomach churn. Doorways kept moving, and candles continued to flicker as you ascended to the clouds. You looked down and a vast structure of oily black stone rested at the base of wherever you stood. Disoriented, you turned back from the balcony to enter the room. A shrine sat on the opposite end of a new room. Dozens of candles burned, filling the air with the sweet scent of lavender. In the middle stood a terrible black cylinder. You reached a few fingers out to touch it and hissed when they came back coated in blood. A few droplets ran down the blackened glass, and you sucked on your finger for a moment before looking back to the surrounding candles. Taking a wooden lighting stick, you held it into the flame until the end curled and turned black. You lifted the stick to the top of the glass candle and lit it before blowing the stick out. Queer colors flickered across the room, white light burning your eyes from the intensity. Yellows danced across the walls as gold, and the shadows sank into an abyss that awoke primordial fear in you. The light of the glass candle grew brighter, as a form started to emerge from it. Barba’s hand was on the back of your neck, a warm smile on her face as she greeted you. Her face darkened to shadow as the light of the candle overtook it. Blurred into a humanoid form, light overwhelmed your field of vision. Joining it after came a flash of flames, burning in a halo around her concealed face. You screamed as her face twisted in concern. 

“Y/N?” You wrenched yourself from Barba’s grasp as quickly as you could, chest heaving as you ran to put distance between you and the tree. “What is it?” 

Your hands shook as you started to rub them against your neck, shifting your weight between your legs. “I saw fire, and light.” Your voice cracked, but Barba’s lit up. She felt as if you had been touched by divinity, you felt as if you were being eaten alive by something within. 

“That’s the light of the Gods, Y/N.” She pulled you in for a hug, beaming in the darkness. “You’ve let them into your heart.” Her thumbs rubbed circles into your shoulders, and you stared over her shoulder into the terrible face of the weirwood.

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Aemond hated strangers being in his home. From the first day he met you, up until now when he was forced to accommodate a whole party’s worth of strangers. His Mother talked to one of the radar techs, her face twisted in worry. Helaena met your gaze with a small smile. Aegon had his face buried in his phone, and between them sat the team that had been giving updates since the disappearance. At the very edge of the table, Emerson was being emotionally supported by Taenys. Your girlfriend at least had the presence of mind to look worried, her friend just made doe eyes in the brunette’s direction. As his singular eye met Emerson’s hazel ones, hers shifted away immediately. Emerson usually didn’t miss an opportunity to fight with him, which told him everything he needed to know about how her life had been evolving. Her presence here was a formality after all, as far as the search team knew she was your wife’s close friend. His eye bored into her for a few minutes more until techs finally spoke up. “We’ve been given permission to repurpose military equipment for the search.” A smile fell across his Mother’s face, relief written on her features. He didn’t understand why she was so attached to you. She wasn’t particularly close to his cousins or nephews either. “But the conditions in Moat Cailin aren’t ideal for this kind of thing, you have to understand.” The happy look on Alicent’s remained there, but the hope in her eyes dimmed. “It’s likely that the plane crashed there, but the plant life effectively turns it into finding a needle in a haystack.” It was bleak, but by this point, almost every meeting had been the same. Some vague solution is proposed before they come up with another excuse for their own failures to find you. All the while they found a way to avoid telling the families that they weren’t expecting to find much other than remains.

“Why do you guys think it crashed in Moat Cailin?” Helaena piped up, running her middle finger along the rim of her glass. 

The man who had been explaining looked over to Helaena, his face unreadable for a moment. “Well, drones have combed through every inch of the north from the Neck to Winterfell. If a plane carrying twenty people had crashed there, somebody would have noticed it.” His voice droned on, and the man made eye contact with him and Aegon as he explained. “So the area around Greywater Watch seems the most likely culprit for where a plane of that size could crash and go undetected for as long as it has.” 

Aegon was on his phone while the man was speaking, looking up every few seconds and pretending that was multitasking. Helaena chewed on her lip for a moment before taking a sip of wine. “What if you’re looking too far south?” She suggested, spinning the wine in her glass. “What if they’re further north than Winterfell?” Her eyes rested on the opposite wall, expression detached. 

The tech smiled for a moment, rubbing his face before turning back to Aemond. “Yeah, that’s uh.” He met eye contact with another tech there, raising his eyebrows at the other man. “We’ll look into that, Ms. Targaryen.” Slender fingers tapped against the wine glass before Helaena once more started running the pad of her finger along it. 

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You swore at that moment that Baela was salvation itself. The deer was being carried on a pole by your best friend and Jacaerys. Choruses of joy rang out from the group as they all crowded around the pair excitedly. When you took a closer look at the stag, your eyes widened in horror. 

“Whoa. That thing is gnarly.” Sabitha’s face twisted in disgust at the viscera hanging off the edges of the antlers. You took a few steps back, your calves brushing against the front of the log. 

“It’s like Freddy Kreuger and Bambi had a baby.” Nettles’s eyebrows wrinkled at the sight of it, her arms coming to cross over her chest. 

“I’m not eating that.” Luke’s voice rang out as he shook his arms, locking eyes with Jacaerys. 

Criston shot him a weary look. “C’mon, guys. Deer shed their antlers every season. It’s perfectly normal.” He crutched closer to where the dead animal rested on the ground, looking back toward the group. “Floris, do us the honors?” She nodded and grabbed the knife that Jace had passed to her, kneeling in front of the stag. Digging the knife in with a well-practiced cut, you held back the urge to wretch as the smell of rot filled the air. The abdomen of the stag was crawling with maggots, the flesh sloughed into a pinkish slurry. Floris lifted a hand covered in gore and insects, shaking it off before wiping it on a rag. 

“That normal too?” Sara crossed her arms and locked eyes with Ser Criston. 

You lowered yourself to sit on the log, pulling one leg up to your chest before looking to Barba. “I’m not crazy.” Her hand rubbed along your shoulder blade. 

“No, you have a gift.” 

“We can’t keep fucking doing this, you guys!” It was the first time you had ever seen Aly actually lose her shit. Her arms came up to her head, fingers weaving into her dark hair. “What happens when winter gets here? We fucking starve to death or freeze?” She gestured at the festering deer, the glop that was once entrails seeping out of Floris’ incision. “We can’t count on getting rescued anymore.” She shook her head, a threat of tears wavering in her tone. “All of us know that is not gonna happen. We have to save us. I’m heading south in the morning to go find help. Be there after breakfast if you want to get out of this fucking hellhole.” 

Sometimes dreams came to you in fractals, and tonight was one such night. You sat up in your bed, looking around yourself. Seeing Baela’s chest slowly rising and falling, you got up. By now you were practiced in avoiding all the creaky floorboards, and you looked back at the sleeping bodies in the cabin before grabbing a lantern. The stag’s head that had been mounted onto the wall decades before you got there stared emptily back at you. Shuddering once again at the memory– and smell– of the diseased creature you opened the door and stepped into the night. The moonlight lit the clearing in a glow that was almost loving, kissing against your exposed skin. Goosebumps rose at the chill slowly accumulating off in the distance, and you found yourself wishing you brought a hoodie. The smell of weed still faintly lingered in the air of the clearing, and you lowered the torch to your side before sitting on the log and gazing up at the stars. You sat and listened to the wind for a few moments. The whispers on the breeze bounced around the inside of your skull, and your head snapped in the direction of a sound you hadn’t registered prior. Picking up the lantern, you raised it and approached before finding the source in the tree line. There, Alysanne Blackwood was crouched in the dirt. Her expression ghoulish as she shoveled a fistful of dirt into her mouth, letting out feral growls only to replace it with the next handful.

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so,,, weird thing about yew berries is that. the seeds r poisonous, but the flesh isn’t. and the seeds are HUGE. so um. just pretend Einzi ground them up and hid the, in there ok?? ok

now i shall yap about how Carrion died (detailed) <3

so prior to everything, Carrion lived at home with both of his parents and his little brother, Aspen. his parents aren’t,,, evil, per say, but he could barely stand to be around them. once upon a rime he had a good relationship with his father but that slowly drifted because of his transition and a general growing distance. his mother,, he always hated her, he found her impossible to tolerate and he became extremely critical of her behaviour when his brother Aspen was born (Aspen was born when Carrion was 16, so the criticizable behaviour of his mother + teenage angst was a nasty and brutal combination). Carrion was the one who took care of his brother the most, he would usually drop him off and pick him up from daycare and school, he made his meals, he took him out to parks and to get food every Saturday—he was Aspen’s primary caregiver. It wasn’t as if Carrion minded very much, he didn’t have many friends and he adored spending time with his brother, but once he was in college it became harder for him to be so attentive to him. Instead, Carrion began bringing Aspen with him to his cottage for 2 months every summer to spend as much time with him as possible. The cottage was given to him after his grandparents had passed and the ownership of their property then transferred, and Carrion spent lots of time there. He brought Aspen to have campfires, to swim in the lake, to read him bedtime stories and to wander the woods for hours at a time looking for animals, mushrooms and whatever else they could find. In that meantime, there was someone who lurked from behind the bushes, waiting to strike,,,

When Carrion was 25 and Aspen was 9, Carrion had decided he would sell the cottage and then use that money to move away and buy a house elsewhere. He had planned to bring his brother with him, as he grew increasingly concerned for his wellbeing when he was at home with his mother. That particular summer, Aspen was at a summer camp, and Carrion had found someone interested in buying the cottage. With that, Carrion spent that summer appreciating his cottage one last time and packing up. In the last two weeks, however, he began to receive anonymous gifts. Of course, the inherent reaction was: what the fuck??? Which was probably a normal reaction, but at the same time—he had never received these kinds of anonymous gifts before. He felt,, appreciated, for the first time ever, really. The gifts weren’t particularly creepy, either—things like flowers, sweet treats, the usual romantic gestures. Carrion quite enjoyed the gifts, even if he held some suspicion—he did put a letter on his front doorstep giving his name and phone number, but he received no reply, although the letter was gone the following morning. On his last day at the cottage, he did feel sad to leave—mainly because of the memories he had at the cottage, but he also felt sad he couldn’t seem to get proper contact with his secret admirer. Despite this, it didn’t stop him from leaving. There was one final gift on his doorstep, left right in the morning—a pie with red interior labelled as raspberry pie. This time, there was a note written along with it that read:

“Dear Carrion,

If I stand correct, today is your final day here. Oh, how sad. I’ve quite enjoyed our fleeting time together … you’re a lovely man. I will miss you. I hope you appreciate this gift, I made it myself :) all I ask is that you eat it today, it won’t taste as good tomorrow!

Safest of travels. Perhaps we shall see each other again.”

Carrion had received food from this person before, and so—what was the difference? He allowed the pie to sit for a while, but by the evening after dinner, he figured he’d have a slice before bed. The pie was incredibly sweet, almost a bit too sweet for him, but he still took enjoyment in eating it.

Within an hour, Carrion had died from cardiac arrest on his kitchen floor (womp).

Einzi had done what he truly felt he had to. He came in through Carrion’s window and carried him out of his cottage, and brought him to his tent to begin his,,,, experiments.

He spent about two sleepless days on his experiments. He performed an autopsy and studied him closely, adjusting his incantation accordingly. Even with his mutilation of his body, he took quite good care of him—speaking to his lifeless body gently and keeping his touches soft. He placed a spell upon his heart to keep it beating and to keep his body in decent condition, sewing him back up and wrapping him in a wool coat. Before he put the cloak on him, he did carve the first letter of his name into Carrion’s lower back, drained the blood and THEN he had finished his,, project, signed and everything. He placed him in a field of flowers, and scampered away before he could wake up. From there, Carrion had started a new life—or I guess,,, new death ,,??? Because his body hadn’t been put to rest and was instead meddled with, Carrion’s “spirit” never truly left his body and allowed him to be revived, but he has slight connections to the world of spirits by proxy of dying at all. He’s stuck in the living world, but ghosts that exist in the living world can be seen by him. anywayz!!! Carrion hates his life and wants to die desperately <3 he cries about his brother every other day

#yippie #oc story #ocs #original story #need to make a title for this story mmmm

[lokislynx]

"What in Allah's name are you doing now?!"

He looked up mouth filled with... something he had just picked from the bush nearby: "What? I was hungry."

I felt such frustration build inside of me that I feared I was gonna explode and tear this whole town appart.

"We just stopped for food. I bought you a lovely dinner."

That he had not touched but to play with it!

He was so irritating. We had known each other for just two days but already he was driving me absolutely insane.

He shrugged and rode back beside my horse with a "whatever" expression glowing from his every movement... every breath he took. So childlish! And yet he was so terribly clever! Absolutely everything but innocent!

"By all means... I didn't mean to interrupt your dining. If you are hungry..." I growled between my teeth.

He shrugged again: "No. Not really. Let's just continue our journey."

I went through every curse I knew... silently in my head. Now he'd be hungry. He was already so damn thin. There was really no room to go hungry even for a short while as he had no fat to spare.

"What did you eat, Erik?"

"Some berries."

Berries. Great!

"Do you know what berries?"

Or did you just poison yourself?!

"Or course."

"Would you tell me?!"

He stared at me with a sharp, almost offended look in his yellow eyes. If he had a tail it would be waving in strong, slow, feline strokes.

So that's why! That's why I hated him so. His walk. His manners. Everything! Reminded me of the cats the shah adored. They clawed at every guests feet and ankles! If visitors tried to pet them, they bit. But me... me who had a severe cat allergy they adored! They climbed in my lap, purred against me...!

And there it came... the image of Erik pressing against me... purring at my touch...

He let out a small, delighted laugh: "You're blushing."

He held out his hand and said seductively softly: "Raspberries."

They say love and hate are close friends. I've always disagreed. There's a high wall between love and hate and 100 guards patrol on those walls guarding the borders...

His voice, the look in his eyes took down my defences and shot down all the guards guarding the walls I had built between us.

Fuck.

I sighed: "Yes, please."

Inspired by @zayachan who reguested "adopting a kitten". Well... Nadir just kind of did 🤗

#my story #pharoga #the phantom of the opera

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Part 14

Fancy Boots

Warnings: None, but our boy still has a concussion

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Riordan made his way down the stairs on unsteady legs. Merridy hovered behind him, ready to catch him should he stumble. She had become a bit less clingy in the last days, but every time he left the bedroom, she was at his side. Perhaps he would have protested more, if he hadn’t felt like shit; always a bit dizzy, with a persistent headache, and quickly out of breath from the tiniest bit of exertion.

At first, he had doubted the healer’s instructions to take it slow for a month. A month! But now, four days later and barely able to walk across the house without collapsing, it didn’t seem to be that far-fetched anymore.

As soon as he had made it safely to the bottom of the stairs, Merridy took a step back, but still followed him through the kitchen. 

“You really don’t have to help me,” she said, not for the first time.

Riordan paused close to the door that led outside, one hand on the counter to steady himself as he turned around to face her.

“Hey. I broke it.” He grinned, then instantly regretted doing so. His face still fucking hurt. He had avoided looking into a mirror, but if her permanently concerned expression was any indication, he probably looked as shit as he felt.

“Riordan…”

“I know. But I need. To get out. For a bit.” If he spent another day staring at the bedroom ceiling, he’d lose his mind. “I’m not in good. Shape. But perhaps. I can hold. A shovel.”

“It’s called a trowel.” She sighed. “A shovel is what I need to bury you under the lavender if you overdo it. Come.”

Merridy reached for his arm, to help him to the door. Stepping outside, Riordan closed his eyes at the sudden brightness. It made his headache worse, but the warmth of the autumn sun on his skin was wonderful. Blinking his eyes open just often enough to not run into the wall, he followed Merridy along the path that led around the house. She didn’t stop at the spot where Valadan had attacked him, but stepped off the path and walked across the meadow. Short grass dotted with wildflowers filled the space between low fruit trees, and a row of blooming berry bushes surrounded the area.

“You better sit down.”

He didn’t disagree with that assessment. Merridy helped him lower himself to the ground, then lean back against one of the trees. An apple tree, if the blurry fruits at the edge of his vision were any indication. He didn’t bother focusing on them, closed his eyes instead while catching his breath. The leaves still let enough sunlight through to warm him, but not overly so. It was nice.

Merridy walked away to fetch something. Riordan listened to her steps, fading away, approaching again. When she put something down, he opened his eyes to find a bucket in front of him. It was filled with a bit of soil and some plants that didn’t look all too happy—even to his eyes. 

“You know. We’re not where I broke it,” he said. 

“That’s the fun thing about flowerpots. You can pick them up and move them.” She did just that, placing an empty flowerpot next to the bucket. There were no obvious seams, so it probably wasn’t the same one he had broken.

“No way.”

Merridy had already started to walk away. “Wait until you hear about the watering cans,” she mumbled under her breath.

It made Riordan grin, which in turn made his face hurt again. Perhaps he should just not move. At all. Instead, he listened to Merridy, how she started to do whatever she wanted to do, while humming quietly to herself. Being out here was comfortable, peaceful, and way more pleasant than being stuck in bed all day.

After a while, he opened his eyes once more. The flowerpot was filled with soil now. Merridy used her fingers to dig some holes into it, while a metal tool lay discarded to the side.

“So, that shovel…” he started.

“Trowel.”

“That trowel.”

Merridy picked it up and held it out for him to take. Riordan closed his fingers around the handle. There was earth on the blade, so she had probably used it while he had been dozing off. 

“What’s it for?”

Merridy looked from the trowel to him. A few seconds of silence followed, before she said, “Shoveling.”

This time, Riordan burst out laughing. His laugh quickly turned into a cough, bringing tears to his eyes and making him grimace in pain. His throat was mostly fine again, as long as he didn’t speak too loudly, and only ate soft things. Laughing was not on the list of recommended activities, though.

“I’m sorry.” She took the trowel from him, grasping his hand instead. “Are you all right?”

Not having the breath to speak, he merely nodded, quickly signing ‘don’t apologize’ with his free hand. Merridy gave him a quizzical look, but whether she didn’t believe him, or didn’t understand his signs, he couldn’t tell. 

“Do you need anything? Should I get you some water?”

Riordan shook his head. “I’ll just rest a bit.” His words were followed by another cough, and he leaned his head back against the tree. Closing his eyes, he focused on keeping his breaths calm. After a moment, Merridy started to hum again. It made him smile, and he slowly relaxed.

When Riordan awoke, he felt surprisingly rested. At first, he couldn’t remember where he was. He wasn’t that warm anymore, and the ground under him was uncomfortably hard. He smelled earth and grass, the same earth and grass he saw when he finally opened his eyes.

He was outside, he remembered, and Merridy was still here, humming another tune now. He had probably fallen asleep and dropped to the side. When he tried to sit up, something slid off his shoulders. Riordan reached for it, finding a knit jacket in pastel pink and blue colors. He held it in one hand, propping himself up with the other; the one where his wrist didn’t hurt. Merridy watched him, with that seemingly permanent look of worry on her face. She was—obviously—not wearing her jacket anymore, which seemed to be a bit too cold, even on a sunny day such as this.

Riordan held it out to her, a lump in his throat. “Merridy…”

She wiped her hands on her pants before reaching for the jacket and slipping it on. “You should call me Merry,” she said, her gaze fixed on the buttons. Closing them must be quite complicated, since it seemed to take all of her attention. 

Riordan looked from her hands to a row of flowerpots; the large one she had worked with earlier, as well as a couple of smaller ones. Each one of those held fresh soil and a single plant. She must have brought it all here, to stay at his side while he had been sleeping.

“We should probably get inside,” she said. “I need to wash my hands and change. Valadan will be here any time now.”

Riordan closed his eyes with a sigh. Valadan. He had managed to completely forget about that particular appointment.

“I can tell him to come another time, if you don’t feel well,” Merridy offered instantly.

“Nah.” Riordan took a deep breath, not opening his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.” 

To claim that he wasn’t nervous would have been a lie. It wasn’t that he was truly afraid—there was no way Valadan would hurt him. No way Merridy would allow Valadan to hurt him. But the irrational part of him really didn’t want to be in the same room with the man who had almost killed him, while the rational part of him knew it would be an awkward conversation. 

And yet, he wanted to forgive him; didn’t want for this incident to stand between the brothers. Between drifting off to sleep and staring at the ceiling, there had been plenty of time to think over the last days. In a way, he could understand Valadan. The thought alone that someone could ever hurt one of his siblings as much as Damien had been hurt turned his stomach. And Valadan must have thought he was here to arrest Damien, if not outright kill him.

It still would have been nice of him to allow him to answer his fucking questions, instead of beating him half to death without giving him the chance to get a single word out. But now the damage was done, and not forgiving him wouldn’t fix anything.

When he finally opened his eyes, Merridy crouched in front of him, a concerned look on her face. Riordan forced himself to smile—barely so, as to not strain his bruised face too much—and took her offered hand.

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#Fancy Boots #Glass Shards #whump #fantasy whump #my writing

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 26 Part 1

U-pick.

Yeah, I know, I know it's already FUCKING MAY and I'm still on day 26 of Monster March. I'm officially TWO FUCKING MONTHS LATE. AAAAAAHHHHHHH. But, better late than never.

And there's A LOT of backstory so it's all under the cut.

So I grew up in Kalamazoo Michigan. Every summer, on our way to South Haven on Lake Michigan, we would stop by Leduc Blueberry Farm in Paw Paw which was literally on the way. A family farm that had FIVE varieties of blueberries you could pick yourself. So, keep in mind, I'm nearly 40 now. So all this was 20 years ago for me. So this is all set to...fucking 20 years ago when I really was 17, and that DAMN FINE, country farm boy driving that tractor that had a special trailor with benches just for the U-pickers to get driven out to the various sections of fields that they had on the...had to be 100 acers of just...blueberry bushes, as far as the eye could see practically on various plots of land.

So all the places and the names of the farm- that's all REAL. And yes, my mother, at 9 months pregnant really did go blueberry picking with me and my other sisters and the ACTUAL REAL LEDUC'S. (Super nice, wonderful family farm people, who- actually sold the farm to the Berry Brothers a few years ago for MILLIONS of dollars, which I'm very happy for them. But The Leduc Name is still on the Farm because Leduc has almost a cult following) Anyway, they FREAKED THE FUCK OUT that my mom was gonna go into labor RIGHT THEN AND THERE right in the rows between the bushes. TWICE. Once with my sister Erin and again with my sister Ari. And they really did give us one hell of a deal on our U-pick blueberries to just GO AND LEAVE before my mother's water really would break and she would give birth in the field. So that interaction really did happen. TWICE.

Did my mom actually go into labor? No. She had her Weight Watchers water jug she would put lemons in for water though that they did provide at the barn. Did I get an official Leduc blueberry bush when I went back and begged and pleaded and promised it was for my own personal, purely sentimental reasons for wanting to have? Yes. And did Ohio's lack of FUCKING CHILL HOURS KILL IT? YES. Right after I threw away the fucking contact information. (The HORROR, the SHAME)

But I do really have Kabluey blueberry bushes now. They're close. Really close. Never gonna be an authentic Leduc Blueberry but close enough. As close as I'm gonna get any time soon.

But did the Leduc's have any sons my age? No clue. Were any of them named Tristan? No idea. Did I, as a seventeen year old want the damn fine farm boys to bend me over and plow me between the bushes better than any other field ever was? Oh HELL YES! But did I ever say anything? Nope. I chickened out every time.

So a lot of this is very much rooted in reality. And of course it's set to the late 90's and early 2000's where it really was $10 for a whole TEN POUND BOX of blueberries that the migrant workers picked on the farm. OR HALF THE PRICE if you picked it yourself. Thus- U-PICK is a really, REALLY big thing up there. Still is at a lot of the orchards especially.

Does Leduc Blueberry farm still have U-Pick now? No. The new owners, The Berry Brothers- won't let you anymore. But they do have a U-pick blueberry farm nearby, (I have no idea what varieties they have on that one- so I don't know if it's the same or even if they even have the Leduc Blueberry on that farm, I've never been, not yet anyway). But at the actual old Leduc Barn that they've rebuilt into a Leduc Sales Barn/Store/Bakery- they do have wine and hard cider that was DELICIOUS. In addition to a freaking bakery and a restaurant and all kinds of blueberry stuff- including, I shit you not- blueberry salsa and blueberry BBQ sauce. However the Leducs didn't get out of the berry business entirely, they still have a Leduc Strawberry Farm. And they are pushing on 70 years of being in the berry family farm thing. Which I honestly hope they can manage to stay with it and keep the Leduc name and legacy going for as long as possible. So this is very much a Love Note (?) and a shameless self indulgent fanfic.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for keeping Monster March 2023 open for me long enough to try to finish them. Bless you. I only have 5 left. But once I started writing this, my hand slipped for...24 thousand plus words. That I've divided into three parts. FOR NOW. So right now, it's fluffy and SFW but once I get a chance to finish these damned prompts, I want to come back and finish this proper and give this the panty dropping, ovary exploding, hot, sweaty, sweet smut it deserves. Sasha and Tristan deserve it dang it. And I need the shameless self indulgence, as a treat. lol.

Anyway, enjoy.

Monster March 2023 Day 26- Werewolf

Kabluey 

Part 1

U-Pick

Tristan wiped the sweat from his brow with his tank top on this hot July afternoon when a mom with her three daughters came into view from the barn with a stack of buckets and bright blue ties the U-pick buckets always came with. 

“Wow.” His ears perked up when he heard one of the girls say as he looked up to see her gawking at his exposed abdomen before she flushed and sheepishly dropped her gaze guiltily.  Her mom, with her own very pregnant belly, walked, or rather, waddled towards him before he noticed just how pregnant the mom was. Her mom was very heavily pregnant. His ware senses told him she was dangerously close to going into labor. 

“Ma’am? Are you sure you should be out here? The closest hospital is at least 40 minutes out.” He asked as he watched her waddle over to him, her large belly, making her long boho skirt sway from side to side. The oldest daughter, who had previously praised his bare belly had also, coincidentally, in his humble opinion, one of the prettiest ones she had, that was closer to his age pushed her young toddler sister in the stroller while the other one was texting away on her phone, and seemingly none the wiser to her surroundings as she shuffled with her sisters and her mom. 

“Oh, I’m a good two weeks out, and I always go at least a few weeks late. I’m probably a month away from delivering this stinker. Ain’t that right Little Rocket?” She waived off with a solid pat to her belly before the baby inside seemed to kick at her hand, making the woman giggle. Her daughters helped her climb up and then sit down on the special trailer that had benches so he would drive those who wanted to U-pick their own blueberries could do so, and go to the various rows of the various kinds they had at his family’s blueberry farm. 

“And even if she does, we’re covered. Isn’t that right Ellis?” The eldest reassured him as she nodded to her backpack before she got her little sister out of the stroller and kissed her little sister’s cheeks sweetly and put her onto the bench next to their mom before she folded up the stroller and put it up between her mom, and the closest spot next to him. 

“Covered?” Tristan repeated skeptically. 

“Yeah, you’re talking to a midwife and her daughters. I’ve already helped deliver this one. And I’ll help deliver that one too.” She said as she gestured from the toddler to her Mom’s pregnant belly. 

“Well, as long as you’re ready for it, that’s your business, just don’t rope me into it.” Tristan murmured under his breath.

“I won’t.” She laughed which got him to chuckle too before others came and joined them. 

“So what’s your name?” The eldest asked him once she took her own backpack off and let it rest between her feet so her back could cool off. 

“Tristan.” He offered her his hand. 

“Sasha.” She offered her hand in turn to shake his. 

“So your mom is naming your little…brother…Rocket?” Tristan asked curiously as he waited for more to come from the barn to where they were currently sitting before the wind picked up her scent and sent it into his nose and he had stop himself from immediately shifting as his eyes did anyway from behind his sunglasses as he hoped that she hadn’t seen that. 

But his question got her to laugh which he found he quite liked the sound of. Because it wasn’t that fake ‘oh my goodness, you’re so hot- so everything you say is funny’ kind of laugh. No, this was- a real, ‘this is funny’ laugh, which he liked infinitely more. 

“No. It’s a girl. And her name will be Arianna. My mom wanted a Spanish name to honor my grandparents who went all over South America on missionary work. But we just found out, that it’s actually a French name and it’s the name of a French Rocket. So ever since- she’s been Little Rocket.” Sasha explained. 

“So which blueberries are we picking today? Dukes? Bluecrops? Elliots?” Sasha asked.

Tristan’s jaw was nearly sitting in his lap. Because usually only the other blueberry farmers talked about blueberry varieties. And Tristan felt like he knew all of them on the west side of the Great Lakes. And he did not recognize the beautiful girl before him as one of them. Which was good, because he felt he was related to more than half of the ones he already knew. 

“Bluegolds.” He answered as he kept a grip on the wheel of the tractor, letting it’s ribbed and nubbed wheel be a grounding force for him as the wind blew more of her scent into his nose as he fought not to shift again as he tried to tell himself that this had to be puppy love that his instincts were screaming at him that he had found his mate. Because that would be just…ridiculous, right? Or…way too soon to have- that particular instinct kick in, and kick in as strongly as it did right now. But he would be loathed to try to deny he didn’t automatically feel a pull towards her and was, very much attracted to her either. 

Every ware had puppy love, it was something of a first love, first infatuation, first big crush kind of thing. But he didn’t think he had had his yet and he was terrified that this was it because they both appeared to be at that age where it could go either way. It could very well be puppy love and hot and fast but turn and burn forever, or could go low and slow but all consuming and forever. And he wanted…he wanted the hot and fast but steady and sure and all consuming and forever, he instantly wanted both, immediately and he had to stop himself because this girl didn’t know him from…anyone or anything. She may not even be ware or know about wares or anything and she may very well be, just innocently out with her mom and her sisters, out blueberry picking, at his family’s farm- the same way near countless others did. And to her, all he is- is the guy who drove the tractor. Just a cog in a much greater machine. But he felt like he saw her around before. Because their U-pick farm usually had the same “regulars” that would come every summer. And she seemed like a regular. But she just may be in the middle of a metamorphosis from pretty girl to drop dead gorgeous woman. 

But, oh, he was in trouble either way. 

“Nice. How do they compare with Kablueys or Calypsos?” She asked. 

Oh, may all that is good and holy have mercy on his soul. He usually thought that when his parents talked about what varieties of blueberries they wanted to add to their ever growing blueberry farm- his brain was gonna rot. He thought that between the five varieties they started out with that would give them blueberries from the end of June clear through the end of August, was more than enough, but they had varieties that saw to it that they had blueberries from the beginning of June- clear through to the end of September. Now it seemed like every year, there were at least five new kinds between the various big greenhouses. 

But the way this girl just rattled off varieties of blueberries like she was one of the daughters of the other well known blueberry farmers, he was practically swooning. Which was unusual for him. Because usually other blueberry farmers who have been doing this for generations- either loved it, or preferred to talk about anything other than the damn blue things. And before this moment, he had thought he had been the latter. But right now? He was ready to have everyone get off so he could give her an official tour of every blueberry they had right now to practically uproot any kind she liked and give it to her as a courting gift. 

“Not as tangy and sour as Calypsos, haven’t tried Kablueys yet.” He admitted, wrapping his tongue around the word, trying to repeat how she had said it- exactly. 

“Really? Well I ordered them from Ohio, they’re still at least a week or two away from ripening. They’re supposed to be a southern highbush with a low to mid chill hour needs. But are supposed to be very sweet and very bold in flavor without the staining that the rabbit eyes tend to do, and a decent size to boot.” She answered and he nearly had to put his hand over his heart, like a southern woman who was about to say ‘be still my beating heart’ because his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. 

All because suddenly this girl who wasn’t even dressed that sexy or even remotely flirty, just a tankini tank top and a pair of shorts was suddenly the most beautiful creature he ever seen in his life as he now couldn’t get his eyes to shift out of their ware state as he felt transfixed as her scent practically engraved itself into his mind, heart and soul. Not in a ‘wow that’s a great perfume’ kind of way. But in a ‘wow that person’s genetics need to mix with mine’ kind of way. Wait, was this it? His parents warned him that wares fell in love twice. Once with “puppy love” the second was the ‘happily ever after with your mate’ kind. And he had been terrified of both and now that he met her, he was scared of it being the former and hoping it was going to be the latter. But she was so young, he was so young, it could honestly go either way and he was suddenly so scared of his own young and stupid and inexperienced self scarring off his mate. Because the longer the moment he was sharing with her lasted, the more he had to fight off his own instincts to just follow her wherever she would go. Down I-94 if he had to. 

“So you just work here in the summer?” She asked. 

“Nope, I live here, right there actually.” He nodded to the house across the street as he pushed his sunglasses up to conceal his eyes and hope that nothing else about his form was shifting at the moment and he could stay in his human form. But she was definitely compatible, something about her was just…irresistible and his mouth was watering at the prospect of getting a taste, of any kind of her because her scent was just that delicious. 

The house he nodded to- that he and his brothers were raised in- was the same dark navy blue, the same color a very ripe blueberry usually was. 

“Oh sweet. So you’re a Leduc then?” She asked. 

“Yeah, I’m Tristan Leduc.” He nodded in confirmation. 

“Aww, that’s nice. Sasha Wright, pleased to meet you. Please tell me that they pay you to drive this tractor though- at least. I get the whole - family farm concept but this is not easy work and just because you’re born into it, doesn’t mean you should do it for free.” She offered before he turned to shake her hand. And in that moment, he could have sworn he felt a delightful tingling jolt of electricity. Because, while the weather was hot and they were both sweaty. He didn’t care. Her handshake was gentle yet firm and confident and her hand almost felt as calloused as his own. Which meant this girl worked hard with her hands at least, even as clean as her hands were and it was like magnets just turned on inside of him and he turned as far as he could in his seat on the tractor to face as much of her as he could and that touch was like the first hit of a drug he was instantly addicted to. 

And she was talking to him about the family business like she already knew it and understood it and the fact that she immediately aligned herself with him and his welfare, he was done for. Technically, his parents bought him a house he was slowly, but surely remodeling it and making livable. But now, he suddenly felt he needed to double down on his efforts. 

“Yeah, it’s not as much as I could make working somewhere else, but whatever it takes to make the family farm a success.” He answered with a cheesy smile and a thumbs up which got her to laugh again. 

“I know exactly what you mean. When my mom isn’t pregnant or a midwife for someone else, I’m working with my dad. And he and my uncles and my grandfather all own their own plumbing business. And if my mom wasn’t pregnant, and I wasn’t a midwife in training, I’d be digging ditches and sweating pipe, with the only payment being my dad buying me and my sister Autumn, lunch for a whole full day’s work. Which is a crock honestly. But it’s the family business. And it’s a whole family effort to make it work. Especially in the beginning when things are small and it’s all sink or swim. But we’ve been coming here for years. Hopefully you guys are able to do well enough to at least pay you for your hard work.” Sasha admitted. 

“We get by. I hope your dad’s business goes better so he can at least pay you for you and your hard work.” He returned because women in plumbing didn’t exactly go hand in hand like that. But that explained her handshake and what he felt and he was pleasantly surprised. 

“Thanks, Right now things are ok. But with the economy and the weather. It feels a bit too much like feast or famine half the time.” Sasha nodded. 

“I know exactly what you mean. When the blueberries are ripe and we’re able to sell them and have U-Pick- good weather tends to bring out the masses. But bad weather drives them away and they’re perishable and we feel like they’re either not ripe enough to pick or everything is rotting right off the bushes before we can get to it, no matter how many day workers, or even seasonal workers we hire.” He admitted. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I have friends who own orchards and vineyards. It’s something you spend all year getting ready for. And when it hits you go nonstop and try to do all you can until you feel like you’re ready to fall over and collapse and you run yourself into the ground. And then before you know it, it’s over and you’re counting your gains and losses and trying to figure out how you can make next year better than the last one.” She shook her head subtly. 

“All while hoping the weather itself cooperates. But it’s Michigan. You don’t like the weather, wait 20 minutes. It’ll change to hopefully something you do like, but then only stay that way for 20 minutes before changing again. Thanks Gulf Stream and Lake Michigan giving us Lake Effect weather.” She smiled and gave him a thumbs up with her cheesiest ‘customer service’ or even ‘commercial’ tone of voice and it was Tristan’s turn to bust up laughing. Oh he liked her. A lot. She was beautiful inside and out- and had a great sense of humor. 

Oh the gods were either very cruel or very good to him to send him his mate, on today of all days. Just when he was thinking he should get the hell out of here and out of this business. Here was his mate, inspiring him to keep going and make it work. And feeling like, at last, someone who could know, sympathize, empathize and offer comfort and support while giving him the chance to say whatever was on his mind and heart and be with him, rain or shine, through the good and the bad and everything in between. 

“But in the meantime, I’d rather be out here picking my favorite blueberries and run the tiny chance and probability of possibly helping my mom go through labor, than digging a ditch and sweating pipe, all while trying to remember the five different measurements my Dad just rattled off for the next five pieces of pipe he’ll need for the job.” Sasha admitted as Tristan refocused on her and what she was saying. 

Suddenly the thought of her actually doing those things was…suddenly so attractive. Most girls he met, were either vapid, or vain or boycrazy, or too glued to their phones to even appreciate who or what was around them, which Tristan felt like he was guilty of half the time himself. 

And most girls, especially his age- only cared about looks, whether or not their current flavor of the week was “hot enough”, or “ripped and shredded” which was all aesthetic and not functional at all half the time. Or all about the bling, bank accounts and cars and a “lifestyle”, one preferably luxurious where they didn’t have to work at all, but still go out and shop and post pics on Instagram, and get that follower count up as high as possible, all while looking- model out of a magazine good- doing it. All while expecting, or demanding that their flavors of the week practically worship the ground they walked on while contributing nothing to anything other than their annoying presence. 

But it was like, she was the exact opposite of that. And it was like he was talking to someone at least twice the age he figured she was for how mature she seemed and the longer he was in her presence, the more he liked her and the harder he fell for her in the process. 

“So you gonna drive or what Mr. Laduc?” She asked once she noticed the trailer getting full from people climbing aboard. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He apologized before he turned around and drove the tractor to the spot he was supposed to. 

“So what’s your Dad’s plumbing business?” He asked her over his shoulder as he drove them there. 

“Wright Plumbing. Like the Wright Brothers? Or Frank Lloyd Wright?” Sasha answered. 

“Awesome! Yeah, I’ve seen your guy’s trucks around. But I thought it was a pure orc business?” Tristan nodded as he wondered if their house would need plumbing any time soon. 

“Oh, yeah, we get that a lot. The business employs a lot of them and we employ some from every clan there is around here. But we have people of all kinds working for us. And we hire from all the species. We don’t discriminate either way. It’s a trade. It’s something someone has to have intelligence, good work ethic, strength and skill to do. That’s all it is, we employ everything from across the species spectrum.” Sasha shrugged. 

“You could probably do it just fine, if you didn’t want to be in the blueberry business.” Sasha appraised with an appreciative glance to the toned muscles on display on his arms. 

“So you guys are hiring?” He asked.

“Always. Not that there’s that much turn over, just…the business trying to grow and get little satellite offices. We have a few branches in the larger cities. So now we’re working on smaller, satellite branches in some of the smaller cities. That aren’t the size of Kalamazoo, or Lansing or Grand Rapids or Battle Creek or Saint Jo and stuff.” She explained. 

“Wow, so wait, you’re trying to open satellite offices but your dad still doesn’t pay you?” Tristan asked. 

“Kinda sorta? I mean, technically, yes and no. I don’t get- like a paycheck every time I do, because I’ve already told my dad it isn’t something that I want to be more involved with- than I already am. But my dad is one of the co-owners and he’s taking on business partners. Who then run their individual branches, like any other franchise. Any money he doesn’t pay me for work during the day, he still pays himself since the company specifically has a clause where contractors can hire day laborers to do more of the hard, manual labor- like digging ditches. So he adds that to his own paycheck and gets to bring it home as income for the family and instead he lets my mom and me get more things for the farm itself- like apple trees last year and citrus trees the year before that. But it’s blueberry bushes this year. And most likely- figs next year, so instead of dollars- it’s fruit bearing trees and bushes for our hobby farm. But otherwise, he can also take that money and actually use it to better the company and especially the benefits for the other employees and their apprentices- which I honestly want more because that’s better in the long run. Plus, I still get “experience”, “life lessons”, “self sufficiency lessons”, “school credits”, and “exposure” and “business contacts” as payment too, and they pay for just about everything, so there’s not a whole lot I really need that much money for. But, technically I do get a paycheck, but it comes from midwifing with my mom. She makes sure I get paid for that at least for pocket money and stuff. Plus that work is completely different, and for me personally, it’s much more rewarding. It’s not work as much as it is guiding a mother on her journey through the child bearing process and especially the birthing process and the miracle of life- when that little life is wanted, and will be cared for in the first place.” She clarified. 

“Plus, my cousin, Brianna, she doesn’t want to go into plumbing as her career either. She’s going to school to be an LMT and right now the plan is for her to go into a pregnancy massage so she and I can work together. I’ll be a midwife, Brie will be the pregnancy massage therapist and my other cousin will be a doula. We’re going to start a business of our own. Brie will be The Wright Touch Medical Maternity Massage Therapy. And I’ll be The Wright Birth Plan. And together we will have The Wright Maternity Practice, we just need OBGYN’s, of which, we both have another cousin who is going to school to be a doctor just for that, so we’re pretty set there.” Sasha proudly proclaimed. 

“Oh that’s smart. Make a good use out of the family name.” Tristan praised because that was so cute, and so smart and such a good use of the family name Wright, like it was a fun play on words. But such a thing then presented a new problem as he then had to try to push out thoughts of shifting and taking her off and breeding her right so she would have a pup right now if she wanted it. But he had to remember, house first, have to have a house to make a home with your mate- first and actually make your intentions known and actually courting her properly before they could ever get to that step in the relationship, if she even wanted one with him in the first place. 

“And have it be associated with something other than plumbing.” Sasha insisted before he came to the right spot. 

“Here we are.” He announced once he got to them. 

“Thank you so much for getting us here safe and sound. Great job. You didn’t crash, or run anyone over. And the tractor isn’t on fire and broken beyond repair. Another round of success.” She praised in a lighthearted teasing tone as she pat him on the back which got him to laugh. 

“Thanks, I try.” Tristan nodded as he tried to not lean into her touch too much. 

“And you succeed.” She beamed happily before she slipped her backpack back on and got off and set up the stroller and got her littlest sister while her younger sister helped their mom off the trailer. 

“Thanks. Holler if you need anything or heaven forbid, your mom’s water breaks.” He called after her. 

“I thought you didn’t want to be involved?” Sasha asked. 

“Just because you’re more than capable, doesn’t mean you should try to do something by yourself. I can still dial 911 and do my best to help if I need to.” Tristan reassured her. 

“Ok. Thanks. I don’t think she’ll go into labor. Because honestly, the baby hasn’t even dropped yet and other factors that play into the process haven’t happened yet. So when she says she’s still a ways away from having the baby. Trust the mom. It’s her body. She’s done this three times already. She knows her body better than anyone else. So if she’s not worried, I’m not worried and neither should you be.” Sasha insisted as the others boarded up the now empty seats and were ready to be driven back to the barn. 

He watched as Sasha and her family began to walk down the row of blueberry bushes, pushing the cart with her youngest little sister into one before going to the next one over and began to pick some herself as Tristan wanted to get off and join her, but he still had a job to do. 

After a few more rounds though, she and her mom and her sisters all had their buckets full of blueberries and purple fingers and lips from eating as they went too and wide smiles which always made him smile to see them so happy. 

“So? What do you think of the Bluegolds?” He asked. 

“Really good. Always some of my favorites. Really similar to Auroras, not as flat as Blue Sugars, but not as sour as Spring Highs, good tangy like Calypsos. But not as overpowering and a punch of intense blueberry flavor that borders on artificial- that rabbit eyes usually are.” She appraised and Tristan had never thought, in a million years, a pretty girl talking about blueberries would be as amazing and delightful as the conversation he was having with the one his eyes were currently on, or that she would somehow look even prettier now than when she was when he first laid his eyes on her. Even her eyes were as blue as the blueberries in the fields around them while her pretty blonde hair was ribboned with blonde from all the sun she clearly got as she had moved her sunglasses up to once she got under the canopy of the trailer to sit down. 

“I’m happy you approve.” Tristan beamed happily. 

He drove them to the barn and he outright called to his cousin, Charlie, to take a turn with the tractor because he wanted to check Sasha and her family out himself as he happily got a big 10lb box and took their buckets and dumped them in, getting a few more when it was clear they had picked more than 10lbs worth. 

“Wow, you sure do know what you’re doing, these look great.” He praised when he didn’t spot a single green or even purple- under ripe one in Sasha’s full bucket. 

“Thanks.” Sasha smiled proudly as she helped untie the strings from around her sister’s waists as her mom was happy to waddle over to the water cooler and refill her large jug of water that she already had a few wedges of lemon in. 

“Oh, that’s so much better.” The mom said as she sucked it down before she passed the cup around to her three daughters to sip on too. 

“Ok, that’ll be five dollars.” Tristan said.

“But we have 30lbs of blueberries, it should be fifteen dollars.” Sasha contested as she gestured to the three- quite full- ten pound boxes of blueberries they had picked, technically, they had had two and a half boxes worth but he topped off the third box himself from the huge tub that the regular harvesters usually collected. Usually it was ten dollars for ten pounds if the seasonal workers at the farm picked them. Or it was five dollars for ten pounds, or $2.50 for five pounds if the customer picked them. 

“Nope. Just for not having the baby on the farm today, it’s five dollars.” He insisted which got the mom and her daughters to bust up laughing. 

“Honey, this is your family’s farm, we shouldn’t be cheating you like that.” The mom said as she tried to hand him a twenty - before he took it but gave her a ten and a five in change. 

“It’s not cheating. If anything Sasha told me about a new kind of blueberry I haven’t heard of. I’d be much obliged if she told me where she ordered it from so we could order it too to see how we like it.” Tristan offered and he told himself he was going to work up the courage to ask for her number. 

“Here.” Her mom offered Sasha as she handed her daughter a business card and a pen from her little purse.

Sasha wrote down the name of the blueberry and where she ordered it from on the back of her dad’s business card and handed it to him but still put a ten’er with the card. 

“Consider it a tip for safely driving us to and from the fields.” Sasha insisted as he tried to only take the card but ignore the money before he put his hands up and back away to keep her from giving him another dime. 

“Oh for crying out loud, take the money you rightly earned- dang it!” Sasha demanded with a laugh as she tried to lean over the counter to put it into a pocket but he just laughed with her and took another step back to keep his pockets out of her reach. 

“You keep it! You work hard and your dad doesn’t pay you at all. So you keep it.” He insisted. 

“Oh, yes he does, it’s just not traditional money. I told you! Tristan Laduc, you take this money from me or I’ll jump over this counter myself.”

“Sasha Wright, you keep that money for your own hard work and save it for that Wright Birth Plan business. Use it to buy business cards for that.” Tristan insisted before she scrunched up her nose but still smiled at him. 

“Fine. You win this round, but I’ll get you, when you least expect it.” Sasha finally caved and shook her head but kept the money and put it into her own pocket before wagging her finger at him and narrowed her eyes while her smile was as bright and warm like sunshine itself. 

“And I’ll see you coming from a mile away.” Tristan recalled. 

“Sure you will.” Sasha laughed as she just shook her head. 

“Thank you, I appreciate the generosity. You didn’t need to, but I appreciate it.” Sasha smiled appreciatively before she urged her mom back to their van and they drove off as Tristan had to fight not to shift immediately to follow her home. But he had a feeling he’d be seeing her again. Even if he had to destroy his own house’s plumbing to do it. 

A week later, Tristan’s family’s house water softener died, and Tristan immediately thrusted the business card in his dad’s face.

“Call them! Call them!” Tristan insisted. 

“What in the tarnation…from Portage? Why would they come all the way out here to Paw Paw?” His dad asked once he looked at the business card. 

“Just call ok? Please? Even just to get an estimate.” Tristan insisted.

“It’s my mate’s dad. He’s a plumber.” Tristan blurted out loudly before he could stop himself as his dad blinked in surprise but called the name on the front of the business card before he looked at the back and gave the name of the blueberry a blink of surprise before Frank Wright answered the call. 

“This is Frank Wright with Wright Plumbing.” Frank answered. 

“Hi Frank, my name is Chuck Leduc…”

“Oh from Leduc’s Blueberry Farm?” Frank asked. 

“Yes, the very one. Apparently someone from your family came to get some blueberries and left your business card with my son Tristan with…Kabluey blueberries? Written on the back? Um, but I’m actually needing to talk to a plumber because we have a malfunction with it today.” Chuck explained. 

“Oh that must be from Sasha, she told me your boy Tristan did her and my wife quite a service last week in exchange for that name of the blueberries she’s added to our garden this year. I wouldn’t know about the blueberries, cause that’s Sasha’s thing. But the plumbing is what I do best. So what can I do for you Sir?” Frank asked. 

“Well, my water heater went kaput, it’s been on the frits for a while now, and I think today is the day she finally went out.” Chuck admitted. 

“Oh, I see. Sorry to hear about that, what size is it?” Frank asked. 

“Well, I don’t rightly know, let me see…” Chuck began before he got a flashlight and listed off what was on it before Frank listed off what the replacement options were and how much each one would cost him as Chuck was impressed it wouldn’t be as much as he feared. 

“Well, I could get you in tomorrow. Unless you really need it tonight?” Frank offered. 

“Oh, we’ll get by. When do you think you could get here?” Chuck asked. 

“Oh we should be out there between 10 and 11.” Frank estimated. 

“Then we will see you then.” Chuck smiled before he took the card and looked up the place that was written on the back of the card and specifically the variety of blueberries. 

“So Sasha Wright huh?” Chuck asked Tristan. 

“Yeah. Sasha Wright.” Tristan nodded as even the name was starting to make him shift again before he forced himself to stop and turn back. 

“And Kablueys huh?” Chuck asked his son as he raised his eyebrows with an air of curious skepticism. 

“She said they were good. Said they were tangy and flavorful as Calypsos without the tart or sour, Just as strong and bold as rabbit eyes without the staining and just as sweet as Bluegolds.” Tristan recalled and it was Chuck’s turn to blink in surprise while he felt like his son had somehow transformed into a completely different person right before his eyes, without having to shift to his werewolf form at all. 

“Since when does a girl talk to you about blueberries and not send you the other way running and screaming for the hills?” Chuck asked. 

“Since she kept her way too pregnant mother from going into labor in the fields when they came last week. And we started talking and we hit it right off and it was like meeting my best friend for the first time and she was suddenly everything I never knew I needed.” Tristan answered. 

“Ah, I see. She pretty?” Chuck asked casually. 

“Very.” Tristan before he could stop himself. 

“Anything else you want to tell me about her?” Chuck asked. 

“Well, you might meet her and see for yourself, if she’s working with her dad that is. Apparently, she gets roped into helping her dad and working for free, with the only benefit being her dad buys her lunch and pays her in blueberry bushes instead of dollars. She’s really…well she’s really nice, and funny, and sweet, and thoughtful and… mature.” Tristan explained. 

“Uh, huh. You know, that’s not a bad idea, maybe I should consider paying you in blueberry bushes too.” Chuck nodded in understanding as he put the business card into his own wallet. 

“No, Dad, come on. For her it’s a hobby her dad indulges her in, for us it’s our livelihood. If you’re only gonna pay me in blueberry bushes, I quit I have 50 acres of them that I don’t know what to do with other the field hands pick them and put them in the barn to sell.” Tristan insisted. 

“Ok fine, how about acres? Make that little place a real homestead instead of just a hobby farm.” Chuck asked. 

“Dad, I already know you’re leaving everything else to Gabe.” Tristan reminded him. 

“Not necessarily. Gabe gets this house and the 50 acres the current U-pick farm is on. But I still have another 100 I’m setting up for more than just blueberries that I can work with. If this girl has an eye and a head for it. And if you like her so much to the point you just point blank told me- she’s your mate. And if she can make you talk about blueberries with that same look of excitement you just showed me, the kind of excitement you used to have when you were a kid and- by a miracle- knows about varieties that I haven’t been told about yet, then that’s practically fate right there. If you think you just found your mate, Son, I’m pretty sure you did too.” Chuck appraised proudly. 

“But what if it’s just…puppy love?” Tristan murmured with a pout. 

“Then the Leduc family farm will still benefit from finding yet another kind of blueberry we can add to our arsenal.  Even if it’s only half as good as she says it is.” Chuck reassured him. 

“But what if she only wants it to be a hobby and not her means of living? What if that would suck all the joy out of it, like it already has for me?” Tristan asked. 

“How old do you think this girl is?” Chuck asked. 

“She looked to be about my age. But she acted way older.” Tristan offered. 

“Oldest daughter?” Chuck ventured. 

“Seemed so.” Tristan nodded. 

“Now son, oldest daughters are usually the best daughters. They grow up quick because they’re usually called on to help with their younger siblings and the house. They’re usually the best wives and mothers in the making.” Chuck praised. 

“Well, actually her mom is a midwife and that’s what she wants for her career instead.” Tristan informed him. 

“Even better, there’s not enough of those around these days. It’s all doctors and hospitals, insurance, copayments and deductibles and impersonal medical care. Whereas midwifing brings that personal attention and personal care right back into medicine and some of the most important medical professions in the history of civilization itself. Plus, if she has experience with plumbing too? She sounds like she’s well on her way to being a Jill of all trades.” Chuck endorsed. 

“She was very personable.” Tristan had to nod in agreement. 

“Tris, do you remember when Gabe was dating Mandy? And you complained that he seemed to change overnight and that the Gabe you grew up with got replaced with a different Gabe all together? And you hated it because he wasn’t so fun anymore and he wouldn’t play like he used to?  Because he had turned all serious?” Chuck recalled as Tristan’s shoulders sagged. 

“Yes.” Tristan confirmed. 

“Well Son, you might as well be looking in a mirror because you’ve cared more about business in the last week since you met this young lady than you ever have. And just the thought of seeing her again has you damn near waxing poetic.” Chuck appraised. 

“So, they’ll be here between 10 and 11, I think I can count on you to help right? Especially if it’s her dad. You want to make a good impression with her old man don’t you Son?” Chuck presumed. 

“Of course.” Tristan nodded. 

“Well if she brings any of those blueberries, and they’re decent, I think we’ll know what to put into the new ten acres.” He offered.

“Maybe. She seemed like she knew what she was talking about and had a good sense of taste.” Tristan shrugged with a pleased grin. 

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