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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Taste Of Honey: Part 13 (Epilogue)

As fast as winter had seemed to settle in with the dip in temperatures, the blistering winds that ushered in heaps of snow and bone-chilling frost that hung to spindly limbs, old man winter had taken its time in recalling its touch.

There was no real rush in the season to stop the perpetual snow and the frosty clutch it held on branches, there was no stoppable attempt to warm the earth as it should’ve.

Despite its attempt to hold on until the last minute, spring had come with a soft caress that had heralded intense hope for the coming seasons wherein Ari and yourself could enjoy nature without feeling frisked by the chill.

It was getting to the point where you could start spending more time outside than you had spent inside and everything new and bright that had come with the warmer weather.

It was the slow reduction of winter and the welcomed return of life that hid from the clutches of ice and snow, that had stirred even deeper within the house.

Ari and yourself had spent the remainder of the winter, since the attack, refortifying some outlying buildings that had taken some damage that had been inflicted by himself or one of the other bears.

You had repaired and fixed what needed to be, spending the time necessary to reshape this place where it needed to be. It hadn’t been singled out to the exterior of the cabin or the outlying buildings but the need to rearrange and revamp the inside had come with an internal urge that couldn’t have possibly been ignored.

Ari was patient, he was kind and willing to help you move things around from the point you started in the living room. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger, not when he was able to do any task you wanted when you informed him where you wanted things.

It was as if you were controlled by some inner flex that wouldn’t allow you to find any kind of rest until things were suited to you.

You started with the living room, changing the way the couches were arranged before Ari had moved on to the coffee and side tables. He had moved furniture by inches or feet, he had entertained you when you wanted them angled or straightened, doing every task with growing smiles and deepening hopefulness.

He had known something you hadn’t, some secret within your body that was making the werebear act like a newborn fawn with excitement unbound, and yet he hadn’t told you a thing. Ari hadn’t once informed you of any kind of sense he got from you nor had he given you any indication why you were fidgeting and unhappy with the furniture placement.

“It’s something that happens, Honeybee.” Ari’s grin hadn’t faltered for a moment, not even when you apologized again for asking him to turn the couch again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“The bedroom next?” You asked him while already pulling him up the staircase, tugging on his hand while he followed you faithfully.

When you had stepped foot in the bedroom you paused and hummed, one hand resting on your hip while the other had grabbed the front of your shirt and began twisting it, your hum becoming silent when you had bitten down on your bottom lip.

You had pensively glanced from one side of the room to the next while Ari had watched you with anticipation, hope and longing but never urgent. He had waited until you mumbled a comment about wanting to see the sunrise in the morning and sunset at night but didn’t want the light to directly pierce your eyes.

You hadn’t known if you were making any kind of sense to Ari, debating whether it could have even been possible and yet when he had gently ushered you out of the way and began moving the bed, you were surprised.

It wasn’t just his strength that had taken you by a surprise, but the way he dissected what you were trying to say and without a single doubt, had translated that into the perfect position for your bed. It happened within a span of fewer than ten minutes and without all the moving you’d asked of him downstairs you expected him to be tired, however not only he did not tire but he was eager to do more.

“I’ll rebuild this entire bedroom if you ask me to,” Ari spoke softly into your ear, humming pleasantly, “whatever or whenever you want me to help you-“

“I was thinking that the room beside ours…we don’t use it and I was thinking we could move that bed into the room down the hall?”

Your fingers curled and relaxed against your belly, the material trapped in your palm was almost acting as a stress ball or a fidget toy, something you used to occupy yourself. “And then maybe…leave it empty for now?”

“Are you okay, honeybee?” Ari cupped your cheeks, questioning you for the first time, his eyes searching yours with increasing tenderness. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Ri,” you responded with a soft scoff, a half laugh hanging off the edge, “of course. I just…I want to arrange some things.”

He placed a kiss against your forehead, the soft fluttering of his plump lips against your skin producing warmth that radiated from your head to your toes, the electric buzz that made you want to be completely enveloped in his entire being.

“Okay, honey.” He rest his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you back out of the room until you were back in the hallway. “Why don’t you go sit, and have something to eat?”

“Ari I can help-“ You whined, your hand now laying flat against your belly. “I want to help.”

“I can hear your stomach grumbling. Go eat, I’ll empty the room and then you can come see it. Deal?”

You sighed giving in almost immediately. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Put your feet up, relax. Read a book-“

“Ari, I want to help.” Your voice took on a whine, a soft drawl as you relayed your need to help him for the second time.

“You can help with the furniture, honey.” Ari denied you with gentility, standing his ground with another slow building smile. “Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

With no room for argument you had given in and stepped away from him, starting down the stairs with a soft huff at your lips. You took the stairs slowly while listening to Ari closing one door and opening another.

He had to take a moment and compose himself when he stood on the edge of the room to study the single piece of furniture nestled against the wall. The weight of what it meant to him, the inanimate object that had represented so much of what he had wanted and desired in his life, was unfolding every single moment that he stared at the dark hand-carved walls.

“It’s happening.” Ari had drawn his hand over his chin before he cleared his throat and stepped out of the room, and headed toward the stairs.

He had descended the staircase one step at a time, his hand on the railing to stabilize himself before he found you and the secret was out.

At this point, he knew you weren’t aware of what this was. Ari knew you hadn’t once suspected anything other than being curious about wanting to rearrange everything. It was mildly curious to you and something you could have easily blamed and explained on spring cleaning however he had known the truth.

He knew that you were willing and wanting to change things up without having an explanation, and Ari was more than happy to help. He couldn’t have denied you this.

“Honeybee,” he found you bundled up on the couch, your hands tucked under your cheek and a blanket bunched between your legs, pillow discarded onto the floor, “baby, I have to show you something.”

He shook you lightly, being gentle and trying not to scare you though when you had opened your eyes, it was futile to resist the urge to kiss you. He was inexplicably drawn to brush his lips upon your own, kissing you into consciousness while helping you sit up.

He had caressed your cheeks, studying and searching your face while you sat on the cushions for a brief moment before you finally stood. Ari’s hand settled on the small of your back, leaning you against him as he escorted you back toward the bedroom you wanted to have cleaned out.

He could tell you were in a daze of sorts, not quite yourself in any frame of mind although there was clarity settling in where exhaustion once was.

“Let me know what you think.” Ari turned the handle and pushed the door in, exposing the bare room save for the single piece of furniture set against the wall.

“A crib,” even as you spoke the words your hands fell to your stomach, “Ari…”

“You’re nesting, honeybee.” He spoke with pride, immense happiness at the prospect. “That’s why you want to rearrange everything.”

“But I don’t feel…different.” At first you were confused, puzzled by the news that hadn’t felt right. “I don’t feel-“

“Y/N,” Ari grasped your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles before he dropped to his knees and rest his ear against your belly, “I can hear our baby. I hear our cub, I can smell them. Its…alive.”

“A baby,” you ran your fingers through his hair, stroking your nails across his scalp and then your voice shook, “Ari, we’re having a baby!”

He turned his head and placed soft kissed against your stomach, lifting your shirt with every kiss until his skin met yours. “Thank you, mate. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“A baby,” you hiccuped through tears, “we’re having a baby.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 (ma fée)

valentine's day masterlist - fairytale

summary - your bear Ari has a plan on what to give you for valentine's day, and he's so excited by his idea.

the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Ari had woken up with a bright idea and wanted to do something special for you. You had been the most extraordinary thing he’s ever come across, and you stayed even when you knew he was more beast than man. You had brightened up his life, making living so much better. The other day when he was scavenging for food, he came across a beautiful field covered in the prettiest flowers that reminded him of you.

As you slept, Ari climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of tight shorts and walked out of the room and house. His tanned chest glistened as the sun shone on him, and a pleasant shiver ran through his body as the warmth set in. He made his way to the field, grinning as he set eyes on the blooming flowers.

Ari muttered to himself as he plucked flower after flower, mixing colours and types. He giggled as he stared at the pretty colours in his grip. When Ari thought he had enough to give you, he began walking back to the cabin. A large grin formed when he noticed you were finally awake, causing him to pick up his pace and rush forward.

“Little fairy.” You turn, your wings fluttering behind you as your eyes take in your bear of a partner. His large body filled the cabin doorway, and the breeze behind him caused his long, fluffy hair to brush forward. Your eyes trailed down and took in the curly hair on his chest and stomach, feeling your mouth water at the beautiful sight. But nothing could compete with the bulge threatening to break out of those tight shorts. He has a large, shy grin as he stares at you, a small, hand-picked bouquet in his grip. Ari points to himself, “Bear.” And then he thrusts the flowers forward, “Picked flowers for you!”

You fly over to him and smile at the pretty flowers. “They are so pretty, my big bear. You picked these just for me?” He nods, thrusting them closer to you. His eyes wide and brows furrowed, hoping you’d like the effort and thought.

“Fairy, like?” He squirms, palms sweating as you stare at him with so much love. You fly up to his face, kissing his plump pink lips softly.

“I love them, Ari. You are so thoughtful and perfect, and I love you.” You place your tiny hand on his cheek, a squeak escaping you as he grabs your body. His lips cover your face and body as happiness explodes within him.

“Love fairy too.”

You and Ari bask in love and happiness. He carries you to the table and places you and the flowers down before walking over to the fruit bowl in the fridge. Ari grabs a handful of berries and carries them over to you. He smiles and coos as you allow him to feed you, his soft yet rough voice filling the room. “Good, fairy. So pretty. Like flowers. My little fairy. All mine, only bears.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Taste Of Honey: Part 8

A/N: Smut, chase kink, biting/marking

“You are officially the worst at making s’mores.” The sound of your laugh and the way the light had been cast upon your face, the rise and fall of shadows that had been reflected upon you, was another fabrication that made him crumble completely.

“I thought the point was to get your fingers covered in marshmallow?” Ari had leaned in to press his fingertips against your cheeks, absorbing your surprised squeak with a kiss from his lips, the sound akin to a wounded animal becoming a soft and relenting giggle as you willingly started to straddle his lap.

It felt as if it was the beginning of your relationship, the first true start and the memory itself would be engrained in his mind. The feel of your flesh against his, the sound of your laugh and the flutter of your heart that he coined as the most beautiful sound he had heard yet, had been carved in stone in his mind.

You were his everything. You were all he had ever wanted and needed.

Ari woke with fire surging through his veins and the beast inside of him gnawing at the surface. He had woken to the bolt of electricity striking him down where he had laid, fat beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks and neck as he had gripped the sheets with all his might.

He had fought against the ravaging cycle that would make him more beastly in human flesh than he had been in ages. It was you that set off the rut, it was you that had driven him to such irreparable highs that were agonizing. He had molten lava coursing through his veins while the barrier between the bear and the human had dwindled to a razor-thin line.

“Y/N,” he spoke your name, groaned in contempt as he rutted his hips, the tip of his cock painfully jutting against the seam of his jeans, “you need to leave.”

He had pictured it, he had seen it behind his eyelids like a porno playing out before him. He had seen your mouth open in pleasure and your voice raw from screaming his name as he fucked you with everything he had. Ari had seen the way you dug your nails into his shoulders until he bled until you were unable to grasp reality.

Ari could feel his cock plunging into your soaked pussy, his cock stretching your pussy walls as you struggled to take him all. His balls slapping against you as he fucked you stupid, as his rut forced him to use you as a receptacle for his seed, and he would be unable to stop. He wouldn’t stop until your pussy was dripping his cum and your belly had been prodded with his cock.

“Fuck!” Ari growled your name, your scent coiling around him like a vice that was urging him to break the binds of his bear, to allow that animalistic drive loose. “Y/N you need to get out of here!”

“Ari,” you stepped through the door into his bedroom and his bear had growled with need and desire, “Ari you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You need to leave!” God, how he wanted to pin you down and fuck you for hours. How he wanted to chase you through the woods only to catch you and sink his teeth into the nape of your neck, marking you as his. He wanted to fuck you into the earth, to fuck you in the dirt and reduce the two of you to the primal carnality that bound you together.

“Ari, please…” Your hand rested against his cheek, your palm brushing against his beard as your scent invigorated him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanna fuck you,” he howled with desire and vibrant need, “God! I wanna make you ride my fucking face, Honeybee.”

He couldn’t be gentle anymore. He was in a rut.

“W-what?” You stuttered, taken back and mildly surprised by the deep husk of his voice. Your heart was racing, you were scared of him but not terrified. You knew, in some manner that you were not going to be hurt by him, not in any way that wasn’t pleasurable.

“I wanna fuck you stupid. I wanna impale you on my cock and fuck you into exhaustion.” He had looked your way, he had cast his gold eyes upon you only a flicker of his usual blue within the intense gaze. “Come here, sweetheart. It’s okay. Come closer so I can feel you.”

Ari’s bear was enticing him, it was gaining control and urging you forward so he could pull you onto the bed and slam your slick cunt over his mouth. He was using the draw, the connection between you two to try and convince you to come within reach because once he could grab you, the rut would start.

“I think you’re right. I think I should leave.” You stepped backward, you had moved less than a foot, and the movement had stirred an entirely different reaction in Ari.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He growled pleasantly, stirred by the prospect of a fight. “Run, run away from me so I can catch you and fuck you where you’re caught.”

“Ari…,” you whimpered, and when he had caught the scent of your honey dripping between your thighs, it wasn’t a human sound that was yanked from his throat. It was pure animalistic drive and lust.

“Run,” he growled and started to push himself to stand, “fucking run.”

Ari watched you with the intense gaze of a predator, he had watched you as you stepped back again, fingers splayed against the door frame. He watched you, he studied you and then white hot pleasure had shot through him when you had licked your bottom lip and swallowed heavily.

You were as turned on as he was, you were blissfully aware and wanting to be fucked, as he wanted to fuck. You just didn’t know that his rut had triggered a response of your own, something Ari would tell you later when you both settled. He would tell you exactly what happened and why, after his rut was over.

“You want me to run?” You were halfway out the door already, simply confirming what he was trying to get across. “You want to chase me?”

“I’m going to hunt you,” Ari growled low in his chest, and rut his cock against his hand, “now run little rabbit. Run and let me catch you.”

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun

You felt like the rabbit in the children’s song that was steadily echoing in your mind, the prey that was being tracked down by the beast of man with iron and steel in his hands, the ability to render you lifeless. You had felt like the small critter bursting through the woods while the predator that was waiting to sink its teeth into you was trailing behind.

It was the falsity of fear that had surged through your brain and the adrenaline flooding your system while you darted off into the woods knowing that Ari would come crashing after you.

It wasn’t as if you feared him because you thought he would hurt you, it was the kind of fear that was arousing and erotic, the kind of jarring that made you well aware of how warm it was between your thighs and how desperate you were to come to a complete stop.

You wanted him to catch you, but you would not let it be easy.

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun.” Ari’s voice carried through the woods, his tone lingering and hovering low to the ground that had thrown you off guard, stilling your movements.

You had thought he was farther back however perhaps you were wrong, maybe he was closer than you had anticipated.

“Are you scared?” the hair on the back of your neck had stood, a shiver running down your spine when Ari had spoken again.

His husky voice was all around you, it echoed from every direction and there was no clear indication of where he was in the woods surrounding you, and as eery as his voice was coming from your surrounding, it was nothing compared to the silence that followed.

Ari was a predator among the woods, he was intimidating and the life around him was reacting in silence. It was still, any wildlife around him as he was on the hunt had become lifeless, aware that at any moment Ari could strike out at them.

His presence while he was in that primal and intensified state of needing to ‘find and fuck’ was intimidating to even you, and you had the secured knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Ari…” your chest rose and fell with rapid and exhausted breaths, your eyes darting around the surrounding expanse of thick woods and overhanging limbs.

There was a heaviness to the leaves that hung from the spindly branches, the overhanging greenery casting shadows that had truly made you question what was real and what was in your head.

“I’m here, mate.” Ari’s crisp baritone was present in your ear, over your shoulder and surrounding you in every possible way like a vine crawling and climbing up your legs for stability. “You don’t see me?”

“You’re fucking with me.” You wiped your hands on your legs and exhaled slowly, your heart racing with a steady thrash, your skin prickling when you heard branches snapping behind you.

“Am I fucking with you?” Ari was close and you were hyper-aware of his presence as he surrounded you, as stalked around you. “Am I screwing with you, mate?”

Your eyes closed for a moment, and your eyes fluttered closed when you felt hands upon your arms and a puff of warm air against the back of your neck. The presence of a strong chest against your back was an illusion that spurred you into action and gave you another chance to run.

You had to dart forward again, dashing through the tree line with new invigoration that spurred you forward. You had turned a corner, sharply, and had narrowly missed a low-hanging branch. You had thought you were safe, though you had escaped Ari and the chase had continued.

“I told you I would find you,” Ari had come from out of nowhere and grasped your hips, pulling you back to his chest, his lips slated against your ear, “and now I’m going to fuck you as I promised.”

“Ari,” you shuddered against him, pleasure already buzzing within you and the warmth that had been pooling between your legs was immense, “please-“

“I know what you need.” Ari had slipped his hand down your stomach to the band of your jeans, his fingers tearing the button from the denim, throwing it to the side like it was a piece of cotton.

He had kept himself pressed against you, firmly holding your back to his chest while his lips grazed the shell of your ear. His hand had slipped beneath the band of your jeans, fingers pushing aside your panties with a stark drive and hunger. The feeling of his fingers against your warmth, against your dripping cunt was immediately drawing moans and whimpers from your lips.

He was relentless in the soft strokes of his fingers against your puffy pussy lips, first getting you stretched out and worked up with his thick digits pushing into your cunt, sinking into your length. You were driven by the same hunger, the same lust that was driving Ari and had started rocking your hips against the thrust of his fingers.

You rest your head back against his shoulder, your body and mind aware of Ari’s free hand continuing to rip and tug at your clothes. He was freeing you of your restraints and the chill of the air that had hit your bared flesh was another soft whimper that was snuffed out quickly by his fingers tracing your lips.

“I love the sounds you make and I don’t want you to be quiet-“ Ari grunted and ground himself against you, his cock angrily pulsing against your bare ass, trapped behind his restrictive clothing. “-give me all you have.”

Ari’s fingers curled inside your cunt as he pushed them deeper inside your spongy dripping walls, stirring the fire within your belly that was making you crater against him.

It was your desire and your need, it was your hunger that had made you ride his fingers. You were desperately holding onto him, your nails digging into his forearms while he whispered sweet and filthy things into your ears.

You were moments away from orgasm, moments away from hitting that pivotal high that would’ve been as blissful as it was endless when Ari had pulled his fingers out of your cunt, denying you the ability to have that pleasure.

He had turned your head and swallowed your whines with his lips, silencing your stifled whimpers.

“You’re not going to cum unless it’s on my cock.” Ari had pulled away, just long enough to set you on the mossy ground and spin you to face him. “Tell me what you want.”

He towered above you, still clothed while you were standing on the strips of cloth he had destroyed, your body reacting to the chill of the cooling weather and the heat that was radiating from his massive body.

You had whined in need, your thighs rubbing together to feel some kind of friction that you needed and craved, holding out as long as possible to keep yourself grounded with the feeling of being in control.

You knew, that realistically, you were going to completely lose your mind and all sense of reasoning when Ari had decided he couldn’t hold out.

“Come on mate, tell me what you want.” Ari had worked quickly on his barriers, ripping and tearing them off just as he had done with yours, freeing himself to the same chill and the same basest nakedness that you were reduced to.

It was the sight of his veiny and thick cock, the beads of precum dripping from his head and the weighty drop of his balls that had made your inability to speak your desire more obvious. You were captivated by his thick length, by the promise of the stretch and burn that would come as he plunged himself deep within your walls.

However, it was the way he had grabbed his cock at the base and pumped his shaft twice that made you crumble. It was the soft and languid strokes that had lit the fire in your belly.

Your lips moved with your desire, you spoke your want and needs while your ears rang. You couldn’t hear the sound of your voice but you knew you had given him the admission he wanted because Ari had proceeded to follow up with the quick yank of you to his chest. His hands grasped your hips, lifting you from the mossy ground to pierce your cunt with his throbbing cock.

The pleasured and slightly startled squeak was high-pitched yet momentary that had quickly bled into your moans that were deeply rooted in desire. You were rocking your hips against his thrusts, your body jerking from how he had thrust into you. Ari’s hands had gripped and squeezed your ass as he helped you ride his cock, assisted you in taking every thick inch. It was the sound of fucking, the sound of skin slapping skin and the feel of his lips against your chest as he lapped at the beads of sweat that had rolled down your chest.

It was the primal drive to fuck and be fucked that had made you cry out his name as he lifted you from his cock only to slam you back down onto his shaft.

“You’re taking me so fucking well.” Ari’s eyes had flashed gold, he was becoming more beastly with every thrust. “You were made for my cock.”

Ari had pushed you back against the nearest tree, holding you against the bark as he fucked into you. His lips had traced your left nipple, tongue teasing the hard nub as your back arched and your head lolled against the wood. You were unable to form thoughts and make any kind of noise that wasn’t a pleasured scream. You were stuck between his body and the tree, jerking and moving pliantly as he fucked you how he wanted.

“Ari, I’m close,” your voice was strained by gasps and whimpers, your body rocking against him as your pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, “Ari, I can’t-“

He growled against your lips, more beast than man. He was swallowing every sound you made, every cry and whine, every grunt of your pleasure was muffled by his lips as he took all you could give him. Ari was relentless, he was fucking you like the wild animal he felt he was, using you as a receptacle for his seed.

“Bite me,” one hand was against his back, nails digging into his flesh while the other had grabbed a hold of his hair, yanking on the sleek brown strands, holding onto him with all you could, “bite me, mark me, make yours-“

Ari had pushed you against the tree, pulling out once more to slam back into you. He had angled his head against your neck and suckled on your flesh.

He waited until he felt your cunt and your orgasm on the edge, and then he parted his lips and bit down on your flesh. His teeth sank deep into your neck as your pussy clutched his cock, your cunt walls squeezing him while your release had gushed. You were screaming his name, your voice on the cusp of being hoarse from how you had screamed your desire.

He took it all, he had taken all of it while he flooded your pussy with his thick, hot seed, fucking his spend into your cunt to deposit every last drop.

Ari had kept his lips on your neck, he had kept his tongue against your flesh lapping at any residual blood, cleaning you as if you were both nothing but beasts bound together by fucking to mate.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Ari had finally spoken, huskily promising an entire night of you fucked to your limits.

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Taste Of Honey: Part 9

Ari had remembered his mother with forlorn fondness that had come without warrant, the morning after his rut cycle had officially ended. He had remembered his mother with endearment when he had rolled onto his side and saw his mate pressed against the mattress tucked in tight to a blanket. He had felt that surge of endless warmth and pride, the heart-stopping affection that would truly blend into protectiveness and possessiveness when the first signs of life had been detected within you.

It wasn’t as if Ari had currently been without the tendrils of protective and possessive instincts circulating him, the need to establish a boundary to keep everything and anything away from you that could bring you harm was certainly lingering under the surface, but when a cub had arrived, it would be heightened to entirely new levels. There was nothing he would not do for you, for your future cubs and it had drawn him back to memories of his mother when she would take him to town.

She was a werebear, and his father a human that had come across town for work, never guaranteed to stay until he had met Ari’s mother. They had a fateful relationship, short but true and wonderful, and that short relationship resulted in Ari’s conception.

He had wished he had more time with his father, and his mother wished she could have more time with her mate, but after a particularly bad winter, his father had gotten sick and couldn’t shake the illness. It had shredded his lungs to pieces, and his mother wouldn’t, or couldn’t, afford to make a deal with a fae.

That had left her mateless, and him without the father he wished he could have known for longer. Regardless, his mother raised him with the ability to be a good and kind mate, with the knowledge to find his mate and care for her, she had raised him as good as a single mother could and for that, he was grateful. Ari’s mother had taught him everything he needed to know about mating and the future that would be his.

Ari’s gentle hand had brushed your hair off your shoulder to expose the mark that was well on its way to healing, the red ridges of the mark on your flesh were starting to settle into a simple scar that would be indistinguishable from your skin, the same, though it would carry great significance. It would mean that you were his, but more than that it would deepen the bond between you. It would seal the two of you together in a nearly unbreakable vow, and only death could tear you apart, only death could break the connection you had.

“Sweet mate.” Ari hadn’t wanted to disturb you or pull you from your slumber but he couldn’t resist touching you, he couldn’t resist leaning in and brushing his lips against your forehead in a tender display of affection, and then he had peeled himself from the bed. Ari had slowly lifted the blanket and snuck out of the cove you had created before he dropped and returned the blanket to their place to let you rest.

You needed sleep, you needed to recover. Ari had certainly taken a toll on you during his rut, the endless array of ways and places the two of you had fucked in or on, had done a number on you. You were exhausted and weary, and Ari had taken every measure to make you comfortable and ease any soreness you had. He was attentive when it came to aftercare, meticulously providing you comfort after the two of you had spent days screwing.

“Sleep well.” Ari had paused at the door, looked over his shoulder and cast his eyes upon you. He had studied you, slowly committing every inch of you to his memory then he had stepped outside of the room and closed the door behind him.

The season was coming to a close, the increasing chill of the early morning and evening had settled into the surrounding area, and the clutch of frost had started to settle on the grass. Winter was on its way, and with the threat of winter arriving early had also come to the increased necessity to stay home.

“Hibernation, honeybee.” Ari had begun explaining to you the process while yanking a thick and warm toque onto your head, making sure it covered your ears. “We stay away from town, only go out on our property and cozy our den-“

“You are a big bear,” your comment had made Ari preen, his smile wide and warm as he helped you slip on your boots even after you had protested, “do you forage? Do you wake up in spring hungry and cranky?”

Ari had stood after helping you, his broad chest filling space in the entryway tucked beneath a flannel that you had stolen before. When you had gone to tend the chickens, you had taken the flannel he was wearing now and had it completely swallow you and yet it looked tight on Ari.

“Sweet honeybee,” he crooned and stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers, “when it comes time for spring, I guarantee you I will have had my fill of honey.”

You shivered and a stifled moan had fallen from your lips as he spoke, as he promised an elicit winter that wouldn’t be disdainful or boring. Ari and his silver tongue had guaranteed that the winter inside would be pleasurable and passionate, a winter wherein he filled you and had his fill of you.

“And what about spring? Don’t bears have cubs in spring?” You were, again, unable to stop the airy sigh and moan that had been pulled from you when Ari had gently pulled you to his chest and slated his lips against yours.

“That’s what I’m hoping for, honeybee. My perfect mate and a little cub would make an old grumpy bear like myself happy.” Ari had spoken with great desire and want, such emotion behind the words as he spoke them and looked deep into your eyes, the bond that was still newly formed cast from him to you and back again.

“Ari,” your hand had rested against his chest, fingers curling into the flannel while you searched his face, warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach and a soft phantom of his fingers against your neck where he had placed his mark, was delightful, “you are too much.”

“Not for you,” he cooed and tilted your head back, his lips dusting against your own, the softness of his flesh against yours and the natural comfort that he exuded had snaked around you like a fine mist, enveloping you in his strength and safety as he held you flush against him.

You had pulled away after a moment, just enough to be able to crane your neck and look up at your massive bear, a smile pulling at your lips. He was massive and his strength was impossible to quite comprehend and yet he was so gentle. He was the physical embodiment of a giant with the warmth of a radiator and the gentle steady hands of a kind man who cared immensely for the people around him.

You had finally broken the tender moment by stepping away from him to grab the door handle and after you had twisted and pulled, you slipped out of the opening and stepped onto the deck. The chill in the air had promised snow at some point in the coming week or weeks, though it was the overhanging clouds that made you wonder if the snow would be coming sooner rather than later.

“Are you ready?” Ari questioned, grabbing your hand in his own and lifting the back to his lips. His soft plump pink flesh had lingered for a moment as he gazed at you with nothing less than heart-stopping adoration, the emotional delve was projecting his entire depths of want, need and craving.

“Are you sure you don’t need to dress up more?” You eyed his lack of warm clothing, save for the flannel, even knowing how naturally hot he already was.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Ari had started down the steps with you, your hand in his, toward a trail that had led around the back of the cabin toward the southwest half of the property. “Don’t worry about me.”

The two of you had walked the trail he had known like the back of his hand while making small conversation, talking back and forth with ease as he led you further into the denseness of the forest he lived in. The majority of the leaves on spindly branches have already fallen and dried, the beautiful mix of colours coating the path and crunching under your boots as you walked. There was a slight chill to the air the further you got into the thick of it, the sky obscured by dense grey clouds and overhanging limbs of trees that created an entirely new world for you to explore.

“It is breathtaking here.” You had stopped before a clearing, eyeing the open area broken by a small brook that was still flowing with clear crisp water. On the edge of the meadow was a thicket of bushes that had acted as a barrier against the veiny trunks of the coniferous and deciduous trees that were barren and in hibernation of their own.

“This is ours,” Ari had inhaled deeply and exhaled with a lightness around him, his hand still holding yours as he gently led you further into the open, “in the spring and summer, this is full of life. There’s always a family of robins that nest in the spruce trees, and there’s a cluster of bushes that produce the sweetest, ripest berries.”

“It’s beautiful, Ari.” the words had felt weakened, you had felt as if it wasn’t a strong enough descriptor to truly capture the picturesque clutch of nature that was beyond words, even in the fall. “This is all yours?”

“Ours,” Ari corrected you with endearing finality, and had once again captured your gaze, “this is all ours, honeybee. And it’ll be our cubs, we’re going to have a good life here. I’m going to be a good mate and father, I promise.”

“Ari, you already are. You’re a good person, you’re a good man.” Your praise for Ari had brought another rise of warmth that radiated from the mark on your neck, and the subtle squeeze of your hand had been a telling sign of his happiness at the moment.

There was silence that fell after, comfortable silence as the two of you stood on the edge of the clearing listening to the still bubbling brook and the melodic chirping of birds that wouldn’t fly south in the winter. It was peaceful and lovely in its conception, the moment between you two, there was no rush or urgency to move on or any awkwardness that would have stifled the gentility of this venture.

It was you and Ari; it was enough.

After a while you had raised your head and closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly to let the clean air fill your lungs. You had reminisced at this moment, rendered every sensation to memory. It wasn’t until you had felt something cold and wet on your cheek that you opened your eyes and watched thick and fluffy snowflakes start falling from the dense grey clouds.

“We should go, honeybee.” Ari chimed in recognition of the snow that was falling, and the need to get back home before the weather got too bad. “I didn’t think it would come this soon.”

You heard Ari’s voice, you acknowledged what he was saying and yet you hadn’t moved. Instead, you had tilted your head back and opened your mouth to stick your tongue out and catch snowflakes.

“Or maybe I was distracted by my little mate.” Ari chuckled under his breath while he watched you for another minute before he swiftly picked you up as if you weighed as much as the snowflakes you were trying to catch and arranged you so he could give you a piggyback. “Come on little finch, you can catch snowflakes on your tongue later.”

“You better promise, I was having fun.” You wrapped your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself and kiss the column of his neck.

“I promise, little finch.” The pet name was new but loved anyway. “You can catch as many as you want when we’re home.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 10

Winter had come with a vengeance. It had come with a bitter chill that had extended across the surrounding area, and even beyond, with a thick blast of ice and snow.

It was as if someone had dropped a bomb on the land you were on, turning the beautiful fall into a frigid winter wonderland with a flip of a switch. And with the ice and snow that had blanketed the earth and shifted the world around you from one season to the next, had come the hibernation charm.

Ari had informed you that it had set in suddenly via the work of a fae in the area who had done its necessary part and would likely come to visit Ari in a few days or a few weeks.

“The hibernation charm has been set.” Ari had explained to you while carting over some fresh-cut fruit and wine for you while you were huddled together in front of a picture window to watch the storm outside.

“It stops you from going out?” You wondered while waiting for him to sit so you wouldn’t have to move again when he had inevitably pulled you into his lap anyway. “From leaving the area?”

“And it’s supposed to stop humans from coming onto our land,” Ari held you tightly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, “though it spells disaster for those who come onto the land anyway. Sometimes they get through by sheer will and determination.”

“And other bears?” You asked, angling your head to look at him as he stared out into the snowstorm. “Are they a risk?”

“I wish I could tell you that there was no risk. I want to tell you that other werebears can’t come onto this land and seek you out but I won’t lie to you.”

His jaw had ticked, his teeth had been ground against each other for a moment and then he had relaxed. “I will do everything I can to keep you safe.”

“Most respect the bonds and the marks that bind werebears and humans mates, however, there are a few that are so unhinged and desperate to have someone to-“

“-fuck-“ you spoke for him, feeling the tenseness of his arms around your midsection. He had held you tighter and huffed a burst of warm air directly into the junction of your neck and shoulder, almost as if his bear self would have done in exasperation.

“-They are desperate and they will do anything to get one of their own.” Ari had shifted again, resting his chin against the top of your head before sighing.

His warm chest pressed against your back was as comforting as it was electrifying, delivering an eclectic jolt from his body to your own that was as endearing as it was invigorating.

“It’s rare, honeybee. It’s not often that another werebear will forcefully take another bear’s mate, most wait until the next spring. But for others, the wait is too long.” Ari had tried to correct his darkened warning by solidifying your faith in him that he could keep you protected from the direst threats.

Even though you knew he couldn’t keep you safe from everything, there was a clear chance that you could end up targeted simply because you were around.

“The snow is beautiful.” You chose not to reflect on the matter.

Instead, you chose to move past the concerns and the underlying potentiality of a threat for observation based on the natural glistening show outside the cabin. Rather than focus on the possible threat of another bear coming onto Ari’s territory in desperation to have a mate and a chance to breed, you had chosen to focus on the pleasantries of this moment as you lived it.

The snow falling outside of the window, so akin to the rushed flurries of a snow globe, and the gentle caress of a wood-burning fire radiating not just to you but to Ari as well. The heat that was pleasant to your flesh, enrapturing you in a fond memory that would be solidified in your mind.

“Mhmm…” Ari’s chest rumbled against your back and big bear arms had flexed around you before he dropped his head and inhaled your scent, filling his lungs with everything you were.

“There was always such loneliness in winter, hibernation felt empty to me.” His lips moved in a soft swaying dance when he relayed his despondency, his inability to find a great deal of fulfilment in the past.

“Now I can appreciate its existence.” Ari’s lips parted with a kiss placed to the crook of your neck, his gentle hands moved to cup your kneecaps and in a slow motion, he parted your legs. “I think there’s going to be a new appreciation for hibernation.”

“Ari,” you inhaled slowly yet sharply, your lungs filled with the aroma of his desire, his natural and woodsy scent as a bear becoming thick, “what are you doing?”

“It’s tradition,” his right hand snaked down your torso to the apex between your thighs, a rumble echoing in your ears, “to celebrate the first night of the charm.”

“I-I don’t-“ your stuttering had turned to a moanful and strained cry, egged on by Ari’s hand cupping your already dripping and wet pussy through your tight-fitting boy-short panties.

“Yes you do,” his reply was gruff, much more akin to his beastly bear than his human half, “I can smell your desire.”

His index and forefingers curled, the pads of his digits rubbing gently against your swollen and soaked pussy lips. You retaliated with a sharp whimper, your legs falling open to give him more room to touch you. Your back arched with every nerve ending that was firing off the sensation of pleasure and desire, your eyes screwing closed with the soft tune of his sweet encouragement.

“I know you love it, honeybee. I know how good it feels.” Ari’s fingers curled against your cotton panties, the pads of his fingers rubbing your swollen pussy lips with expertise.

He was drawing moans, whines and whimpers from your lips with every stroke of his fingers. He was holding you tight against his body with his free hand while his plump soft lips stroked your ear with intimacy unfurled. He was holding you as he was touching you, he was whispering filthy sweet secrets into your ear while you approached a white-hot peak of innate and intense pleasure.

“Just wait until you’re in heat, honeybee.” Ari’s erection trapped beneath your ass had twitched, the head of his cock seeping with pre-cum that was soaked and absorbed by your cotton shirt.

“Just wait until I have no choice but to fuck my mate from dusk to dawn until my sweet little honeysuckle turns into a writhing and moaning mess for me.” Ari had suckled on your mate’s mark, he had begun pushing his fingers past your panties and as his fingertips touched your swollen lips, a strangled cry was ripped from you.

“I know sweet, love.” Ari’s crooning, husky voice endeared you to him more than you already were. “I know you need this.”

He pushed two fingers past your swollen labia to your inner walls, the intrusion a delightful want and it was your hand on his that pushed him deeper. It was your hand pushing his, and it was the gentle twist of his fingers in your tight and hot cunt that had you arching your back and jerking your hips into his hand.

“My sweet, sweet honeybee…” Ari’s huff against your neck, the warm blast of air against your flesh had been rooted in his inner beast. It was as if his animalistic bear had taken charge although instead of brutality and primordial possession, it was soft caring strokes of a mate.

“Ari please-!” You cried against him, grinding your clit against the heel of his hand as you rode his fingers. “Ari-!”

“Cum for me, mate.” He growled in your ear, slipping in a third finger. “Cum on my fingers so I can taste my sweet honey.”

Ari’s sweet nothings had become a muffled soundtrack to the sound of you being fucked, and fucking, his fingers.

You heard nothing, felt nothing, wanted nothing but Ari.

It was only him; it was all of him.

“Ari…Ari…” you whined and whimpered, you fell taut against him, your entire body becoming rigid as that orgasm was impending.

“Cum for me, honeybee. I’m right here, cum for me.” Ari crooned, he edged you with his voice until you fell back against him with a sharp cry.

“Ari!” You dug your nails into his forearms, your orgasm slamming into you as a tidal wave that made your head spin and your eyes roll back as you were hit with each sharp strike of pleasure.

“Good girl,” Ari praised you softly, “my good and sweet girl. My darling, Honeybee.”

You had woken up alone in bed to the sound of the wood burning in the fireplace crackling and producing a steady thrush of heat that kept the bitter chill at bay. He had folded the blanket back over you before he left and sometime after he had stocked the fire, leaving you to sleep.

It was after you had woken up that you had wanted to find him, you had departed the bed and grabbed one of the throws bundled on the sitting chair to the left of the bed. You had grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around yourself, tightly bounding it at your chest before you had slowly departed the room and took the stairs one languid step at a time.

As you had come to the bottom, you had noticed the lack of his presence in the cabin. There was nothing to suggest he was inside now, though he had been recent. There was the almost citrus scent of the coffee he had brewed for yourself and him, and the secondary fireplace on the main level crackling with heat-burning logs.

“Ari?” You had made sure he wasn’t inside while moving toward the back door.

It was there where you had seen him, though not as you expected.

You had seen him in his bear form wandering around the back side of the cabin, the flash of his fur as he passed by the window in a quick jaunt had caught your attention. You had leaned forward and watched the very edge of his fur breaking through the trees, and it had stirred your curiosity.

With your mind already made up, you had turned sharply on your heel and jogged back up the stairs to the bedroom, throwing on a pair of thermal lounge pants followed by a pair of sweats, and then a waffle-knit henley you had stolen from him. You’d yanked it over your head with a quick tug, tucking and folding the end into the waistband of the sweats.

After you’d gotten dressed appropriately, you had gone back down the stairs and moved quickly toward the front door. It was with quick succession that you’d slipped on a pair of winter boots and a thick coat, grabbed a toque and scarf, and finally mitts. You’d yanked them all on and set them into place, a kind of urgency to catch up to him fuelling your steps.

“Ari?” You called his name as you stepped foot outside of the cabin, first tugging the knit toque down to cover your ears and then tying the scarf around your neck.

The feeling of the whipping wind crashing into you and the small flakes of snow that had been carried on the breeze made you shudder and shiver, debating with yourself whether you would turn around and go back into the cabin or find Ari.

You had taken the first few steps down the porch, your hands shoved deep into the pockets of your jacket as your eyes swept over the immediate area in front of the cabin. The wind was picking up and settling off in powerful gusts and with each whipping surge of the wind had come a blast of snow that made it harder to depict where Ari had come or gone, but you knew he was out there.

“Ari?” You called his name again, taking a few steps away from the safety of the cabin. “Ari are you out here?”

Snow and crisp layers of ice had crunched under your boots as you took steps toward the treeline, determined to find your mate who was out in the snow. You knew you had seen him, you knew he was out here and you were determined to find him. It was almost as if him being out here and him being in his bear form was a beacon for you, a calling card that made you want to seek him out.

You had been drawn closer to the treeline, closer to the gruff huffs that had been a clear and distinctive call of a bear. Every sound and every gruff noise had drawn you further, drawing you into the dense woods that had been awaiting you. It was Ari calling you, it was your mate that wanted you to follow him. You had known it.

“Ari-“ You had stepped over the treeline and then a squeak had been ripped from your lungs as your foot caught on a path of ice, the wind knocked out of you as you fell to the forest floor.

You groaned and stretched out your arms toward the trunks of the towering coniferous trees closest to you. Your fingers, covered by the warm padding of the mitts you had worn, curled against the trunks to help stabilize yourself as you slowly pushed yourself to stand.

As you had righted yourself your eyes centred on the place you had seen Ari, only to see the space empty. Your voice seemed drowned out by the wind and the blowing snow, his name on your tongue was muffled as you carted yourself through the trees after him.

Every step you had taken on the path away from the cabin had brought you toward a deeper and darker cluster of trees, and although you had once walked this path with Ari in the spring, under the cover of winter and a building gust of snow it had seemed completely foreign to you.

“Ari this isn’t-“ The sound of a deep and animalistic growl, the vibrant and vivacious warning of a great bear had come from your left.

Your head had whipped around and you had stopped walking the moment you heard the unhinged sound, a fear-induced chill starting to build at the nape of your neck. It was potent and intangible, the way your entire body had become instantly aware of a predator in the woods with you, one that you knew wasn’t the man you’d come to mate with.

You had been led astray, you had recognized your mistake the moment you had heard the kind of sick and twisted noise the bear had made. Though the fur and the colouring were largely the same, though this bear had taken the same path and had run with the same jaunt as Ari had when he had become his bear half, it was not Ari.

Your hand had flown up to your mouth to strangle your frightened cry, your eyes growing wide with your vision becoming blurred by the onslaught of tears that were threatening to fall. You had backed yourself up to the trunk of the closest tree and slowly started to shrink against the roughened woods, and it was all driven by the sound of the bear being on the move.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called, you heard Ari’s voice breaking through the wind and the dense treeline, no warmth and comfort in his tone of voice. Only concern was prevalent. “Are you out here?”

“Y/N!” he called your name again, and you dared to turn your head, looking back in the direction you had thought the cabin was.

Fear shot through you, it ripped through your spine with a direct bolt of lightning that seared down your back. You had felt the bear’s eyes searching for you through the forest, and you could hear the series of huffs as it sniffed the ground. It was looking for you, it knew you were here.

“Y/N, fuck-!”Ari’s concern had grown, his aggressiveness building at the tip of his tongue. “Y/N please just-!”

You heard twigs snapping across the way from you, you had heard the heavy footfalls of the beast coming for you and you were given a choice. You could have tried to run back to the cabin and find Ari, though the uptick in the howling winds and the barrage of snow was obscuring your path back, or you could try and dart through the trees to find someplace to hide.

“Please…” You whimpered against your mitt, hoping for something to give, praying for the bear to lose interest.

“Fuck!” It was Ari’s thick and husky voice, it was the wild and crazed hitch to his voice that drew another surge of fear straight down your spine.

“Think, Y/N-“ You mumbled to yourself, a single thought had left your mind before you were forced to your feet, scrambling away from your hiding place.

You had no sooner risen to your feet and gotten away from the tree than the bear had come bursting through the trees with an egregious and rabid chorus of aggressive roars. You had barely enough time to get away from the tree, and had somehow cried Ari’s name as you darted further into the woods before the bear was after you.

You could feel fear, intense and powerful, coursing from the mark on your neck. Fear was quickly followed by intense burning rage.

Your feet carried you as fast as they could, your lungs burning from the chill of the air as you ran through the woods while being chased by this beast. You had known it was fucking with you, you had known that this monstrous and crazed were-creature was fucking with you by remaining on your heels. You knew if it wanted to, it would’ve taken you by now.

Another bite of the wind, another blast of snow cutting across your cheeks had fuelled your actions and you had turned sharply, throwing yourself onto the snow-covered ground to slip under a series of fallen logs that once formed a makeshift bridge. You knew it wouldn’t have bought you much time, but you had pushed yourself to the edge and waited with bated breath.

I’m coming for you, I’m coming for you. Stay hidden, stay safe. I’m coming for you honeybee

You swore you could hear his voice, you swore you could see him in your mind. You swore you could see him in his bear form, your true mate bursting through the trees with his teeth bared and his massive body slamming into the other bear.

“Ari-“ wood had splintered above your head, sharp claws and rank breath had been cast over you as the aggressive bear had broken the makeshift bridge, exposing you to his aim.

He had lowered his head and huffed once, scenting you before he had parted his lips and bared his yellowed teeth toward you. He had taken a single step, a single inch gained toward you before he was thrown to the side by another beast, another massive blinding burst of fur. Ari as his beast had slammed into the crazed bear, throwing him away from you to crash into a clutch of trees.

You had risen to your feet and stumbled to run, startling yourself with how you had gotten away. You were moving as quickly as you possibly could while the sound of aggressive attacks, the grisly sound of two beasts fighting against each other had made your heart thrash violently in your chest.

Run. Run Y/N

You heard his voice again, you heard his voice and jumped over a small frozen brook, landing on the other side of the small crevice with surprising stability. You had prepared yourself to run again, prepared yourself to continue on the trek you had been on, only you found yourself grabbed violently and thrown back against a chest.

A warm and large hand had covered your mouth to silence your cries while another held you tightly against a chest.

“Don’t make a sound.” The voice was husky and deep, completely foreign to you. “Don’t move.”

You huffed against his hand, eyes wide and a renewed sense of panic set into you.

“Don’t. Move.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 11

The gentle chime of glasses meeting each other had rung out like an alarm in your mind, reverberating and echoing irritatingly as you screwed your eyes closed and turned, your lips pursed. There was nothing to keep you down, nothing to keep you sleeping and yet you didn’t want to wake yet.

You wanted to remain sleeping but the sound of glasses clinking against each other was the constant and irritating sound that kept you from falling back into slumber. Eventually, you had grown tired of the noise and opened your eyes, determined to tell Ari grumpily that you were tired.

As if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over your head, once your eyes were opened you had come to the blanching realization that you were not where you should have been. Ari was not here and this was not the cabin, nothing was the same, nothing was as it should have been.

Instead of the fireplace you and Ari had laid before many times over, there was a sturdy bookcase that was overstuffed with papers shoved between spines. There was a sitting area to the left of the bookcase and the right, and you were resting upon an aged floral patterned couch that was more springs than stuffing.

“He does this and expects me…” There was the sound of a woman muttering in the background, her soft voice coming with the clink of glasses that you had found so irritating before. “…he is the problem, not me. He is the one who needs to-“

You slowly pushed yourself to sit, pain radiating down your back to your hips, evident of the fall you had taken when you were trying to flee from the other bear. You felt stupid now, you felt like a complete fool for thinking that the bear on the property was Ari, you were even more foolish for trying to go after him.

Ari had warned you, he told you that there were dangerous creatures out there, that there were other bears that wandered around looking for every opportunity to break through his property line.

Why didn’t you listen? Why couldn’t you have listened and used logic?

You hung your head and covered your face with your hands, your teeth gritting and grinding. Tears had sprung to your eyes and your throat grew tighter as the feel of devastation and anger rose. You were mad at yourself, you were detrimental to your mind as the moment played out again and again.

You whimpered, that first sound coming from your throat as the feeling of longing for Ari hit you square in the chest. You didn’t know where you were but you knew it wasn’t home and you knew that Ari wasn’t around.

It was your fault, it was your stupidity that did this.

You had to follow him when a storm was coming because you thought he needed help. You thought he was running around the property looking to make sure it was secure, you wanted to help. You wanted to play a part and instead, you caused immense problems. You were gone, ripped from the cabin you called home and set God knows where without the only person you wanted.

“Son of a bitch-!” The woman’s frustrated scream had come from behind you before she trailed off and silence fell.

Slowly you could hear the sound of footsteps, slowly you could hear her encroaching and yet you kept your face covered.

You had only pulled your hands down when you felt her hand upon her wrist. She had made you lower your hands, bringing her into light, the woman who occupied the space.

“I know you’re scared,” her voice was soft and she had cleared her throat, anger that had been so prevalent before was gone now, “but this place is…safe enough.”

“Safe enough?” Your voice shook, the first few drops of tears falling from your bottom lashes as the burning need to scream and cry in one breath was almost impossible to ignore. “I don’t even-“

“You can call me Dahlia. It’s not my name, but I’m not allowed to give my name away.” There was a hardness to her eyes, her jaw clenched and fire flashed in her eyes.

“What are you?” You questioned, confused and lonely, hurt and longing for Ari.

“Human, like you but…” she licked her lips and looked away, gathering her thoughts. “Your mate is a werebear, mine is a…fae. And he…my ex essentially sold me-“

“Wait…” alarm bells had rung off in your head, your mind racing and wracking for where you had heard that term before. “Fae-“

“He’s an asshole.” She sat and stood quickly, scoffing and growling under her breath.

“He traded me off for some temporary pleasure and now I’m here, and I understand that we’re mates but does he have to be such an ass about it? I mean-“

You watched her, you watched her pace while you sat on the couch, tears still rolling down your cheeks while you were set into a place of dazed shock. She had paced for a few moments before she came to sit back down, her nails digging into her legs as she centred herself.

“You are in a safe place, my tormentor promised he wouldn’t hurt you because he values his head. Despite it being empty…” She scowled again, a half-beat of silence coming between you before she rose to her feet again.

“Let me start again, you were attacked by a werebear that was sick, deranged by a breeding rut that went too long without being taken care of and it caused him to lose his mind. He broke through the hibernation charm that my damned captor created and it was an error.”

“Who is he?” Your need to discuss the Fae that she was stuck with was a needed distraction, a tarried divergence from your guilt that was slowly eating away at you.

You had no idea where you were, you had no idea where Ari was or if he was even alive. You were being chased by a manic Werebear that was crazed and deranged. You were being chased through the woods and would have likely been torn to shreds if it wasn’t for Ari.

“Ari,” you mumbled and pulled your legs up to your chest, your arms wrapping around your knees, “oh God, what have I done?”

You hid your face in your knees, you screwed your eyes closed as tears, hot and heavy had come with your sorrowing cries. Your heart broke, it was being completely obliterated by the thought of you never seeing him again if you were being ripped from him while he fought to defend you.

You were lost, you were someplace unknown.

All you wanted was Ari; you needed him. You missed him and it had only been hours, you needed him and his comfort but there was nothing you could do while you were stuck in this place. You didn’t even know where you were, you didn’t even know if he was alive.

“What have I done?” The memory of his animalistic and deadly growls as he stalked and tore through the woods, the big bear that you knew with love had been a deadly beast.

He had claws that could rip clear through tree trunks with one swipe, a nasty bite that could break bone and steel yet you had only seen his strength and anger when he was trying to protect you. He was running off adrenaline and the need to defend his mate with his life, it was a natural state of being for a beast like him.

He would die for you, you knew he would.

“Ari,” you whispered his name, your heart clenching painfully as you cried into your knees, wavering and uncontrollable worry scorching you from the inside out, “I am so sorry.”

“Hey,” Dahlia had reached out to touch your shoulder, offering what little comfort she could, “you’re going to end up in the middle of a panic attack. I know you’re worried but you need to breathe.”

Your shoulders hook, your body wracked with sorrowed sobs as she came to sit next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders. She leaned into you, offering you comfort when she could and a shoulder to cry on despite just meeting you.

“I don’t know how bonds work between werebears and humans, but….fuck, he’s going to be okay, okay? Werebears are strong. They’re…” She sighed heavily and then pulled away to stand, wiping her hands on her jeans.

“Tea, I’m going to make tea. I’m going to make tea and you need…you need to eat.”

She walked away from you with haste, turning back to the kitchen while you remained in the place you were in. Through your own harrowed sobs, you had heard the clinking of glasses and the sound of water coming from a faucet. You could listen to the sound of her rummaging around, hastened to try and bring comfort to a stranger.

It felt like it was all for naught, you felt as if you were unable to stop crying, unable to focus on anything but the endless barrage in your mind, that somehow this was all your fault.

You were a terrible human; you killed your mate.

The cut was deep and long, extending from the top of his chest to the top of his rib cage on his right side. Ari knew that if he had been entirely human, he would have died from blood loss or the shock of having such a devastating cut to heal from.

Lucky for him it was already starting to heal and band back together as if nothing had happened. Although even with his natural healing as a werebear he had cleaned the gauge and cleaned it well, not taking any chances that the crazed deranged illness to be passed to him.

The antiseptic felt like water as he pressed it against his wounds. It felt as ordinary as taking a bath in the river to clean himself after he went running as his bear.

No, the real sting had come from the immediate sense of loss he got when he couldn’t find you.

He knew you weren’t around, his senses told him that you were nowhere near here and the loss was already devastating. It was a stabbing and torrential assault on his heart and soul when he knew you were gone from him, however, the pain was not just from him

He felt your pain, he felt your emotional downward spiral.

It was as real as his own, it was as potent and powerful s if he was feeling it inside his own body. The two of you were perfect for each other, you were mates through and through.

The bonding mark hadn’t been placed on your neck yet, and you and Ari hadn’t officially mated but that didn’t stop the connection from snapping almost completely into place. You were his everything, you were all he had ever wanted and that meant that he could feel your emotions, and you likely may have been able to feel his.

There was loss, there was immense anxiousness and fright. You were without him and he was without you. It scared you, it frightened you to no end. He wished he could be there for you, he wished that he could have found you the moment he had relented from the primordial rage of his inner bear, but you were gone.

“Get up, Ari.” He pushed himself to stand, mindful of the healing gash on his chest that was closed enough for him to be able to start the search, and had taken two steps before he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand, and his inner bear starting to claw back at its cage.

He had grit his teeth and screws his eyes closed for a moment, a possible second fight possibly coming upon him. He could feel the clash of his beast and his humanity, the fight for control as his territory was invaded by another creature.

Ari groaned and stumbled to the front door of his cabin, his hands gripping the railing as he stepped through the door and had come nearly face to face with another beast, one who should have fixed the hibernation charm. Ari stared him down with furrowed brows and a stalemate between the beast and the fae, the creatures waiting for the other to speak and break the silence.

Ari was barefoot on the stairs, he was bare-chested and healing, still recovering from the fight that exhausted him. He was bloody and sore, he was desperate to find you and in his desperation, he was a mess. He was ragged and bloodied, he was sore and irritable. He was far more concerned about getting this creature out of his way so he could find his Honeybee than carrying a conversation.

There was tension, and it had only flourished when Ari saw the flash of an apology in the fae’s eyes, the moment of realization that he had fucked it all up.

“I’m sorry-“ Ari was already stalking down the steps toward him, his hands held up in defence had done nothing to dissuade Ari from intimidating the fae.

“Where is she?” Ari’s first question was not why the hibernation charm had failed in some sense, rather he was solely focused on you.

“Ari, I’m sorry.” He apologized again, and Ari was reminded that while the fae was skilled, he was also younger in appearance and spirit than Ari. “I don’t…I tried.”

“Where,” Ari closed in on him, demanding an answer as his teeth seemed to become sharper in his mouth, “is-“

“Ari please-“

“-my fucking mate?” Ari growled, the sound of his voice unapologetically dark, it promised vengeance and death to anyone who came between them.

“She’s safe, she’s….” he hesitated, humming over his words. “She’s with my…Dahlia.”

“You fucking fae,” Ari pushed past him, stalking toward the forest with bare feet, “and your names.”

“Ari-“

“You better take me to my mate, or you’ll end up like the poor bastard that attacked her.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 12

A/N: Brief mentions of death

The smoke was thick and black, it was heady as it rose from the pit that had been dug. Ari had stood on the edge with his jaw clenched, his irrefutable ire and anger coursing through his veins as if it was as natural as blood and oxygen.

He had stared down at the burning mess, the stench should have turned his stomach or soured his contexture but instead, it had brought him a warring feeling of sombreness and relief.

“Not everyone is as lucky as you,” the damned fae had called from the edge of the thicket, unable or unwilling to step closer to Ari while he was dealing with the dead werebear, getting rid of the body before he dared to try and find you, “not every beast-“

“It could have just as easily been me,” Ari called over his shoulder, cutting off the fae that was part of the problem in itself, and the charm he had laid upon Ari’s land that had not been as strong as promised.

“I did everything I could to save her from the feral bear but there was another one. There were two-“

“Ari I’m sorry. This never happened before.” The fae had covered his nose, his eyes watering from the stench of burning fur and the black smoke that came in thickets. “I thought the charm was good-“

“You were distracted. Your mate, Dahlia as you’d said, was on your mind.” Ari hadn’t forgiven the face, but as he stepped away from the burning body and the pit it was in, he couldn’t help but hold some kind of pity for the creature who was dealing with his mate’s vehement anger.

You were pissed off at Ari, you had your share of anger that had been unleashed upon Ari but the bond between you and disappointment in your personal life had eased you into the idea of being somewhere so peaceful.

You were given the opportunity to escape the city life and the constant cycle of life in the rush of things, to the peaceful and normally quiet life of nature. You could remain undisturbed, you could work from home without having to be in an office with people you couldn’t stand. You could leave your front door and be surrounded by the beauty and sounds of nature.

You and Ari shared that.

The fae and his mate shared animosity and the dirty details that had brought them together in a more complicated way.

“She hates me, she wants me dead.” The normally confident and somewhat cocky fae had looked disturbed, he had looked unkempt and lost in his mind.

Ari knew the way they had met each other was not ideal, it was a transaction made by his mate’s ex that had seen her bound to him and she held onto resentment for the boyishly spirited fae.

“I want you dead too.” Ari had spoken with a gruff and animalistic growl, the edge of his bear drawing closer to the fine line that separated the man and the beast. “You made a stupid mistake-“

“She’s fine, Ari. She’s unharmed.” The fae had tried to smooth things over, he had followed Ari around the property line to further seal the charm and prevent it from allowing anything in, again.

And then he tried to smooth things over knowing that even with all the fae had, if Ari had become the beast he was internally, nothing would save him from Ari’s rage. Not when Ari thought he was protecting and seeking some form of revenge for his mate.

“She damn well better be.” Ari had huffed, tucking his chin into his chest as he let lose the warning, the contemptuous growl that had radiated across the forest floor and made the other creature shudder. “You better hope she’s fine.”

Ari bristled past him, the wound that had stretched from the top of his chest to his rib cage had healed, and nothing more than a scar that would fade in a few days had been left behind.

He was healed, he was back to his full strength and he had dealt with one of the problems while the other had run off the property. Everything was ready for you to come home, everything was prepared for you to return to Ari and the safety of your home, as long as the fae had done his job correctly this time.

The other feral beast had been run off with injuries of his own, and Ari had felt a streak of pity for the werebear who had gone so long without a mate, without a single hope of a mate. The werebear who had survived had been young, he what likely only gone through a handful of ruts and would have likely been under the influence of a temporary feral state of mind that would soon fade bringing him back to his normal sense.

Ari knew the second bear could be saved but the first was infected, his mind was beyond saving. The feral state that the werebear was in, the one who attacked you, was irreparable. There was no hope for the creature when he was that far gone, and what Ari had done was merciful.

“I promise, it’ll be good now. I swear,” the fae was nervous and agitated, he was put on edge by Ari’s state of being, so desperate to get back to his mate that he could slip back into that beastly state of mind, “I didn’t fuck it up. Ari, I’m sorry-“

“You have a lot to learn about being a mate,” Ari cut him off with a low rumble that had been rooted deep in his chest, “for the sake of your human, you need to get your head out of your ass. Something could have just as easily happened to her, you should be lucky it didn’t.”

“They can’t lie, they have an inability to lie which is problematic because the truth is painful.” Dahlia had taken a place next to you, relaying her fae-given name instead of the one she was born with.

“I can ask him anything I like and he can’t lie, and at first I had pushed for the difficult questions because I wanted to keep as much distance between us as I could.”

“He took me from my campsite. I was on my way to the west coast to take a job I didn’t want, it was a means to escape a relationship I hated.” You had admitted your truth, speaking plainly as a means to keep your mind occupied while you waited for Ari to come find you.

It seems like months or even years since you had been at the campsite, wondering why so many people warned you about the woods. It had felt as if a lifetime had passed between the moment you were taken and now, the shifting emotional path a complete 180 from where you started.

“I love him,” you mumbled, drawing your legs into your chest before you rest your chin against your hands, “I love Ari, I love him. I came to love him on my own, and it’s screwed up how he took me, but this…I’ve never been happier.”

“Are you happy?” She questioned, not intending to be condescending but rather she was genuinely curious.

“I am happy. I’ve never been happier, being out in the middle of nowhere with no outside pressures to keep up appearances or try to hold myself together…” you sighed and lifted your hand to your cheeks, wiping tears instinctively as you whimpered.

“I hated working under pressure, I hated my job and I hated my boss. I felt like I was stuck in this endless cycle of doing the same shit every day. But now-“

“It feels good? Giving in?” Dahlia’s voice was quiet, her hands clutching the teacup in her hand.

“I love Ari, I love what he’s done for me, what he’s given me. Being out here and having endless space to roam and explore, being able to embrace the world without all that extra noise or societal pressures, it just…I feel like I can breathe, really breathe, without having to have someone looking over my shoulder.”

You didn’t even know if you were making sense, you didn’t know if you were communicating yourself in a way that she would understand.

Truly, while Ari had kidnapped you and stolen you from the life you were stuck in, it was the best thing to have ever happened to you. When he had taken you and claimed you as his mate, as his bear’s life partner, you had no idea how fulfilling your life was going to become.

You could still work, you could still have a career only you didn’t need to leave the peaceful home you’d come to love. You could still do what you wanted to do, you could do whatever you wanted to, and you had the peaceful serenity of nature. You had Ari and Ari had you, but you also had the opportunity to live a good life off the land Ari had.

“I understand enough.” Dahlia’s silence had ended, her stalemated sombreness had come to an end as she shifted and got off the couch with a sigh.

“I’m happy for you and Ari, I wish…I’m so pissed off at him. I’m so pissed off at him, and I feel like I could throttle him.”

“That fae and his empty head, he doesn’t know what he’s doing-“ A chime had echoed in the house, radiating off the walls creating a void between what Dahlia was saying and what she wanted to say.

The chime had come twice more and as it ended Dahlia had moved toward the front door of the house and braced her hand against the doorknob.

“It’s a security feature. Fae’s are suspicious of other people, someone’s approaching-“

You rose to your feet, the blanket that had been discarded when you pulled your legs to your chest had almost caused you to trip as you scurried to the door. You stood a few inches from Dahlia, waiting for her to open the door and then you pushed past her to make it out onto the covered veranda.

Your bare feet bristled in the cold, but your eyes and your heart had synonymously become transfixed upon the sight of your big bear shifter coming up the trail.

“Ari!” you squeaked his name and darted for the door of the covered veranda, slamming it open to get closer to him.

Your feet hadn’t touched snow, you didn’t have the chance to take a step. Ari had met you at the enclosure and lifted you from the wooden steps, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

The entire world around you had faded, everything was ash and dust, nothing felt as important or as real as having Ari lifting you from the aged wood while whispering in your ear. Your arms had been securely wrapped around him in the same tight fixed grasp while you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the cracks in your composure becoming gaps that had let every thrashing emotion through the barrier.

You hadn’t recognized the sound of your voice as you cried into his neck, apologizing in bumbles as he brushed his hand down the back of your head. He was comfort and strength wrapped in a towering and broad package, he was your perfect other half that you had never anticipated finding.

“It’s not your fault, none of this is your fault.” Ari had set you back down on the wooden steps, his hands brushing away your tears as his eyes swept across your face, studying you. “This is not your fault, none of this is your fault. I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Ari cupped your cheek and tilted your head back, his eyes sweeping across your face. He had stepped closer, the two of you standing flush chest to chest. He swept his free hand along the side of your waist to settle upon your back while your hands had come to rest against his chest, nothing was said between the two of you and nothing had to be said at the moment.

The corner of his lips twitched as he leaned in resting his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering closed. Ari had inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with your scent while his chest rumbled with a silky purr, the sound of pure contentment falling graciously from his lips.

“This is not your fault, you didn’t do anything to cause this.” He whispered to you, his voice softly radiating and dripping with warmth and honey.

“I wanna go home.” You pressed yourself against him, hiding your face into his broad and firm chest, almost as if you were trying to crawl inside his coat like a joey for comfort and warmth. “I wanna go home and sleep for days.”

“We’re going home.” Ari pressed his lips against your forehead, he softly murmured against you as he promised a return to your safe place.

“I have a few of her things.” Dahlia had spoken behind you, a dull and muffled groan from her fae giving you the impression that she had struck him.

“Thank you,” you called to her without pulling away from Ari, without separating yourself from his warmth, “for helping me.”

“Wish we’d met under better circumstances.” Dahlia had set your boots down first and then draped the torn coat down on the steps, the evidence of the feral beasts’ sharp claws prevalent in the ripped material of the back.

“Put your boots on,” Ari had only let you go when it was necessary and as you had been busying yourself with slipping the dried boots back on your feet, he had slipped his coat off and draped it around your shoulders, “we’re going home, it’s safe.”

Ari had only looked past you once, his steady gaze settling on the fae. Ari had given him an acknowledging nod before he slipped one arm around your back and the other under your knees, lifting you from the wooden steps.

He rest you against his chest and carried you away from their home, humming and huffing pleasantly, set on the track to take you back. His feet crunched in the snow as he stepped away from the fae’s home, only stopping once you were past the tree line and out of sight.

Ari had stopped and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against your own to scent you, and then he cooed softly. “I love you, Honeybee. More than anything or anyone, you are the great love of my life.”

“I love you too, Ari.” You gazed at him through your lashes, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

*I know the gif is Frank Adler but the emotion fits*

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Taste Of Honey: Part 5

The house was quiet save for the sound of the wood furnace running with the addition of the fireplace crackling in the background. There was little else to distract you from the massive mountain of a man in front of you, standing with his hands shoved into his pockets.

His chin lowered as he gazed at you beneath his thick, black lashes, blue eyes bright and hopeful. He was beautiful, even if he was your captor, with a thick yet well-trimmed beard that made the tall and broad man look even bigger than you had initially first thought. His hair was equally as thick, appeared soft to the touch and had brushed the back of his neck with a slight curl to the ends.

His voice was deep and husky when he had spoken, the tone both erotic and tantalizing when he was addressing you. The contrast between wanting to deck with him a two by four, and having him whisper in your ear was maddening. You were here because he had some sick sense to kidnap you from your camping trip, someplace you were only stopping over to, to waste some time before making the last leg of your trip.

“I know this sounds crazy-“

“Because it is. You are crazy. You are crazed. You’re insane and you need to be committed.” You squared your shoulders and centred your gaze on the front door of the cabin, on the wooden barrier that kept you from the exterior and you from this hold he swore was settled over the land. You couldn’t have left even if you wanted to, or so he had stated. He had already been awake when you descended the stairs with a handful of books you wanted to use as a weapon against him, one of the few accessible items you could grab without having to be exposed by the open layout of the kitchen.

“Honeybee I promise I’m not crazy.” Ari pleaded with you as if he was pleading for his very life, his voice was wavering in desperation and in this state it appeared as if he was an embodiment of Jekyll and Hyde.

A man who was at least 6’6 or 6’7, and whose height was matched with broad shoulders and a firm chest. The muscular makeup of this man was impossible to fathom fully, as every inch of him seemed to be crafted and created with strength in mind. And yet…despite his massive muscularity, when Ari was pressed against you when he was carrying you back to the cabin, he was somehow soft. He was so strong and so well carved, and yet he was soft and comforting.

“You have to be! This is insane! No sane person-!” You cut yourself off with a frustrated scream, an angered cry that soundtracked your actions as you turned swiftly on your heel and began stalking toward the front door, your feet stomping dramatically on the floor. You weren’t just making a show of your aggression, you were releasing some of your bottled-up tension as your determination to prove him wrong had clashed with the increased depths of indescribable comfort that had come all too easily from being around him.

“I’ll prove you wrong!” You twisted the handle and yanked open the door with more power than you had perhaps intended and as the door had slammed against the wall the crack in the glass that had already been there having grown and splintered.

You stomped across the porch and down the steps, knowing full well that Ari was going to follow you. You had known full well that he would be trailing along behind you and that had only made you more aggravated and irritated. You had to grit your teeth and clenched your hands by your sides as you grumbled a slew of curses while pushing yourself through the groves of trees to find a trail or a path to find something to get you back to civilization.

“You can’t walk the whole way, honey.” Ari, like you, had suspected, had followed you out of the cabin and was following you now.

“Yeah? Just fucking watch me!” You called over your shoulder, not daring to look at him.

“There’s a barrier, like an invisible wall keeping us in. It’s the hibernation charm, and even if you could reach the edge, you couldn’t go through it, you’re an unmarked and unmated human.”

“Unmarked and unmated? What the hell does that mean?” You had stopped and turned toward him, your eyes set in a steely glare. “You’re human too.”

“Partly.” Ari had stopped when you had, the corner of his lips twitching as he studied you with conflicting admiration and debauching lust and hunger. “Part of me is…kind of a beast.”

“Beast.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes then turned your back to him and kept stalking through the woods, determined to find something.

“Sweetheart, there’s…100 acres. That’s 4,356,000 square feet. You can’t walk that.” Ari had countered your determination with a fact, a stark fact that had stalled you.

Not just because you got the feeling he was lying about big the land you were on really was.

You had stopped walking and stood in the middle of the density of the trees, the large cluster of bark encrusted trunks, broken limbs and twigs littering the ground and the colourful array of leaves falling for the autumn and the cusp of winter. You stood there in the woods with your captor behind you, divided between two conflicting observations and reactions.

On one hand, standing on the cusp of the forest with very little around you to fixate on but the sounds of nature and the breathtaking scenery, the colourful carpet of leaves and the roughened bark that you wanted to trace with your fingertips, the peacefulness, was unlike anything you had ever come across before

However, on the other hand, you were taken from the forest. You were kidnapped and taken from your camp that was just a stopover point, you were taken and now being held on this piece of land by some madman who was insisting that not only was he not entirely human, but that there was some kind of spell, some kind of charm that was keeping the two of you locked down here.

“Y/N, honeybee…come back to the cabin. Come back inside and I’ll make you something to eat. Get you some tea?” Ari had reached for you, his large warm hand had touched your wrist and you had shivered at the sensation of dull electricity pulsing through.

There was a dull bubble of warmth in your belly the longer he had touched you, the longer you had allowed his skin to have contact with yours, and that unkempt sensation had only grown tenfold when he had stepped behind you. You had closed your eyes and held your breath, bating your reaction when Ari, your captor, had slipped a thick flannel coat onto your shoulders, the material and the size swallowing you like a blanket.

“Come back inside, you’re going to get cold.” His voice was as soft as his touch, and for a moment you felt weak. For a moment you wanted to crumble and just let him, have you. For a moment, you felt as if you had never felt so whole; so perfect.

“Sweetheart-“ And then the spell had broken, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over your head, ripping you from that daze.

“You took me, you kidnapped me.” You ripped the coat from your body and balled it up, your hands shaking every moment, every second until you had thrown it at him until you had pushed past him and stalked back to the cabin.

It was early the next morning when he had heard evidence that you had been up before him.

The door opened and closed with a heavy slam that was almost immediately followed by muttered curses that had extended beyond the area of the house you were in. Ari could hear you, he could hear everything you were saying, even though the floorboards, the walls and the doors, Ari could hear you. His ability to hear you and your frustrations had brought a smile to his face as he lay in his bed. He had been giving you as much space as he could while stating the needs his bear had for closeness, the clear divide between what he wanted to do and what he had to do was contradictory to each other.

Ari listened to the sound of you clanging pans in the kitchen as you had become determined to cook dinner, a way of keeping yourself occupied in the cabin. Your anger was radioactive in the cabin, barely contained within the walls that had belonged to you and Ari, and if he had been a weaker creature he would have been fearful of you.

Instead, he had admired your tenacity and drive. Instead, he had found your anger and determination, your temporary hatred of him to be part of the very driving force that made him want you so badly.

“Do you need help?” Ari had carefully approached the kitchen, being mindful and wary of your proximity to knives and the hot stove, and either one could be made out to be a weapon in some form or another.

Ari had stopped when you raised your head and stared him down, your eyebrows becoming knitted tighter and the corner of your lips twitching before they formed a hard line.

You were not happy and you were going to let him know it.

“What are you?” The dishes clanged against each other as you set them on the counter, working methodically to busy yourself and your hands. “Other than a stalking kidnapper…”

“What do you think I am?” Ari slowly encroached on your space, testing the waters as he looked past you to the series of knives set in the block.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.” You sneered and smacked the wooden spoon against the pot and then placed your hands on your hips. “Are you going to kill me? Is that why you have 100 acres? Are you going to kill me and bury my body somewhere? Are you going to turn me into some kind of domesticated housewife? A sex slave?”

Ari hadn’t meant to, and he knew it would have angered you further, but he couldn’t help or resist the bright and amused smile from bursting on his face. Nor could he have prevented the snort of laughter and the ripple of amusement shooting through him at the notion.

As if Ari could have ever laid a hand on you to hurt you as if he could have ever turned his mate into a domesticated housewife or sex slave.

If anything, you would be the one to completely flip Ari on his head, you would be the one to completely ruin him.

“It’s not funny!” You shrieked and picked up the spoon again, aiming it at him with vicious intent. “You took me from my campsite! You ripped me from the area and I woke up here!”

“Honeybee,” Ari couldn’t possibly have thought you were any more adorable and endearing, and then you proved him wrong, “I’m not…I’m not going to hurt you.”

Ari’s smile was still wide, his bear satiated and pleased with any interaction even as small as it was. His bear was eager to be close to his mate, eager to see your fight and fire so vibrant and radiating. This was what kind of happiness his mother had hoped for him, even if it was still in the stages of animosity and tensity.

“You say that,” you grit your teeth and turned your anger toward the pot, stirring aggressively, “yet you take me. I was supposed to start a new job, I was supposed to move to LA, I was supposed to have a new life and then some dumb, giant Sasquatch-“

“Werebear.” Ari had cut you off, correcting you slowly and patiently.

“What?” You set the spoon against the edge of the metal and gave him your attention. “What did you just say?”

“Not a Sasquatch, love.” The corner of Ari’s lips twitched when he hears your teeth grinding. “Sasquatch‘s are out farther west. I’m a werebear.” Ari had slipped a hand in his jean pockets and inhaled subtly, committing your scent and every note attached to it, to memory.

“You’re delusional aren’t you? Or…or insane? Are you insane?” You stuttered and stepped back, the connection that was already formed between you, was dividing you.

“Would you like me to show you?” Ari suggested, drawing his attention from you to the food you were cooking, the seasoning and ingredients stirring his near insatiable hunger. “What I look like?”

“What you look…seriously if you’re going to kill me and bury my body just say so. Quit jerking me around.”

“I’m not going to kill you, Y/N.” Ari had placed his hand upon the counter and slid his palm toward yours. “You’re my mate.”

He watched you, studied you as your fingers brushed against each other and the innate, naturally bountiful and strong bond between a werebear and his mate, had quantified the rush of endorphins and dopamine that flooded the two of you.

Warmth passed from you to him, and back again. Warmth had drawn the two of you, at least your heart and souls, together.

“I’m nothing to you but your captee…capturee…capturedess..?”

“Something like that.” Ari laughed to himself. “My little captive mate.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hey bubs, I have a request and I’m sorry it’s long 😅 Werebear! Ari x plus size reader🫶🏽

Maybe one day in there relationship she wakes up in a not so good mood about herself which causes her to be insecure for the day and throughout the day she sees girls flirting with ari and thought he flirted back.

Air takes notice of this and just plans for cute movie night, but reader is still not in a good mood so maybe they fight and they both says some hurtful things, nothingness reader and him both apologize and ari just showers her affection and reassurance that he’s only got eyes for her and no else and that he loves her 🥺 what do you think??

hello, don't apologise! okay, so this is my first plus size reader, and I hope you like it, but I would just like to say. no matter what you read in this story, this is not you. do not see yourself as disgusting, ugly, fat, etc. In real life, whether you have more flesh than someone else or less, you are beautiful inside and out. If you ever feel like what the reader feels, please find a friend you can talk to about this (I can be that friend!). but remember, no matter what you look like, you are gorgeous and if someone else doesn't see that. It means they aren't right for you. they aren't meant to be around a god/goddess like you. YOU ARE PERFECT! (also, I do get how it feels, I no longer trust my mind or people from it, haha.)

summary - reader wakes up feeling flawed, seeing everything wrong with their body. ari doesn't catch on as fast and accidentally makes you think he wants someone else. will the issue be resolved after a fight you two have?

warning - angst, insecure reader, nasty thoughts, sad reader and ari, mentions of cheating, fluff.

the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

You look at yourself in the mirror, staring at the clump of flesh on your stomach, hips and thighs, frowning at the stretchmarks and how fat the skin looks as you switch angles, wondering why it looks worse the more you stare. Your eyes flit over to a photo of you and Ari, and the frown on your face deepens as you wonder how someone like him would want to be with someone like you. When you found out, Ari wasn’t human. You accepted him because you knew how it felt to be pushed aside for being or looking different, but you would never understand how he can look at you and see something he likes, not when there’s someone better out there for him.

As you hear Ari get closer to the room, you quickly chuck on the gorgeous sundress that he bought you. Still, no matter how pretty it was, whenever you looked in the mirror, the prettiness seemed to be sucked out of the dress, causing you to feel disgusted because you ruined something so gorgeous.

When Ari entered the room, you put on your best fake smile, and when he wrapped his bulky arms around your chubby form, you tried to hide the grimace you felt, praying he couldn’t feel your rolls underneath. You meet his eyes as he leans down to place a kiss on your plump lips. His compliments go unnoticed as your ears are too busy ringing, your mind filled with horrible thoughts and feelings.

“Are you ready to go, Tulip?”

‘Go? Go where?’ You blink, slowly coming out of your haze as you try and think of where you guys are going.

“Remember, baby? You wanted to go to the markets and buy some fresh fruits for the pies you wanted to bake.”

‘Oh, why did I suggest something like that? I wasn’t in my right mind to suggest baking something that would make me fatter. Am I trying to make Ari run for the hills?’

You don’t remember how you got into the car, but you feel Ari resting his hand on your fat thigh, causing you to squirm because the longer his hand stays, the more he’ll become disgusted. Ari tries to talk to you, but you can’t seem to hear a word that comes out of his mouth. Everything seems like a blur once you get to the markets. Walking from one stall to another, picking up the freshest fruits you both can find, occasionally Ari would look at you and smile, kissing your cheek and holding you close to him, but that seemed to fly over your head.

How other women seemed to look at the two of you didn't fly over your head. They’d flirt with Ari as if you weren’t standing right next to him, wrapped up in his arms. Your eyes glazed over for a split second when you heard Ari respond to them. Deep down, you knew he was being nice, that he’d never look, think or flirt with another woman because Ari deeply loved you. Still, for some reason, you thought he was flirting back. You’ve never seen that smile on him before.

‘Why was he looking at her like that? Did he like how thin she was? That she didn’t have so many rolls or flesh? Did he like how she could fill her sundress perfectly? Did Ari want her instead?’ You don’t notice Ari dismissing the woman’s flirtations or that he looks down at you with concern. Because why would you? You’re so lost in your head that your mind and reality are merging.

Ari pulls you closer to him, his hand coming up to stroke your puffy cheeks. “Hey, Tulip. You with me?”

You blink, and your eyes slowly move up. You nod because your throat feels too dry for you to speak. Ari nods even though he’s unsure about how you're feeling. You both begin to leave the markets, and throughout the day, it’s a repeat, women flirt. You think Ari is flirting back, and you hate yourself and your body because maybe if you looked like one of those models. You’d be able to keep a man.

You are so spaced out that you don’t notice Ari grabbing your favourite snacks, nor do you see that when you get home, he sets up the lounge room for movie night. Putting on your favourite horror movie because he knows you prefer horror over romance.

While he’s busy setting up something that will hopefully make you feel better, you change into a pair of trackies, and just as you pull on one of his shirts, Ari walks in with a big smile, his eyes moving up and down your body causing you to squirm.

“What?!” You snap, not wanting him to have the time to judge how ugly you really are, and your arms come around to hug yourself.

Ari’s hands fly up, “Woah, what’s with the attitude, Tulip?” He frowns when you glare, not understanding why you’ve been off today. “What’s wrong with you? Talk to me.” He slowly moves forward.

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with me!? Like you don’t know! I saw how you looked at those women! I saw how wanted them!” You screamed, desperately holding back the tears because you don’t want to add weakness to the pile of things wrong with you.

Ari’s brows furrow, beginning to feel irritated with your insecurities. “Tulip, you know damn well that I didn’t flirt with those women! You know that I don’t want them, no matter how fucking skinny they look!” He growls, and his nose twitches in anger. Ari’s eyes move down your form. In his mind, he doesn’t see you as anything but beautiful. But that’s not how you see his look. All you see is disgust, and your heart clenches.

“Bullshit! Why the fuck should I believe you?! All you do is lie to me! I’ve seen you go after them when you think I’m not looking! You don’t think I don’t notice that you don’t touch me when you shift! When you need someone to mate with, but you leave instead!” Your hands tangled into your hair as you scream, tears building up as you think of those lonely nights when you look down at yourself and wish you could just cut the skin off. Because then maybe he’d pick you, perhaps he’d want you as his mate.

“Are you fucking serious!?” Ari growls, stalking forward until his large form towers over your shivering one. “You think I’d fucking go out and cheat on you?! You think the whole time I chased you, trying to prove that I wanted you was all for nothing?! Why the fuck would I waste my time with you if I wanted someone skinnier, someone with fewer fucking problems?! Do you not see that I don’t mate with you because I could fucking hurt you!” He roars, eyes glazed over with fury. His anger is more aimed at himself for not seeing how much you were hurting.

‘Skinner, fewer problems, waste of time, don’t want to mate with you, cheat.’ These words ring in your head, and your heart clenches as it all becomes too much. You look up at Ari with tears in your eyes, and your fists pound on his chest. “I hate you! I hate you!” Both hearts break as tears begin to roll down both of your faces. Ari quickly pulls you into his arms, wrapping you securely against him as he strokes your head.

“Oh, Tulip. I’m so fucking sorry. You’re my goddess, and I love you so much.” Ari’s voice cracks, and his eyes close as he basks in the feel of holding you in his arms, letting out a sigh of relief as you sink into his hold.

“I’m so sorry, Bear! I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I don’t hate you. I love you so much.” You bury your face into his chest, and your tears soak his shirt as your sobs fill the room. You felt lucky that you had someone like Ari in your life.

Ari pulls away and kneels on the ground, placing loving kisses all over your stomach, hips and thighs, showing how much he loves your body, proving he’s unbothered by your insecurities and that he only sees it as perfection. Ari looks up at you and pouts. “There’s nothing I’ll find more beautiful in this world than you, Tulip. Not the sun. Not the moon. Not even the entire galaxy compares to the light you radiate wherever you go.” Your breath hitches from his words, feeling your cracked heart begin to heal.

You reach down and stroke his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed, a soft breath leaving him at your gentle touch. “Thank you, Bear. I’m so sorry that I’ve been such a mess, and there’s no other man I’d love not when I have you.” Ari stands at full height, and a squeal escapes your mouth as he lifts you like you weigh nothing, carrying you into the lounge room where everything is set up.

The moment he lies you down and holds you against him is when your eyes begin to flutter closed from his sweet woodsy scent and warmth, feeling safe and secure in the arms of the man you love and who loves you.

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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months

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𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒑

hello, here’s a small drabble, all thanks to @lokiandbuckysdoll for supporting me.

summary - bear ari is completely in love with his tulip.

the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

You are Ari’s world. His eyes and mind would find you every time. You were his little tulip. His soulmate. Ari couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

The first time he had met you, he had fallen deeply for you. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. So gorgeous and glowing.

He had never seen someone so perfect. He would never let you go, no matter what.

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Taste Of Honey: Part 3

The draw of winter was closing in and with it, the colourful cluster of leaves had begun to die as they fell from the spindly limbs of trees that, like him, would enter hibernation. There was something infinitely beautiful about the end of one season and the start of another, something breathtaking about the onset of hibernation that would not be spent in seclusion, but with the greatest partner, he could have never imagined having.

It was the promise of his mate being so close that had almost completely eradicated the feeling of loneliness and ire that had afflicted Ari for the majority of his life as a man, and a bear. It was the promise of companionship that had drawn him further into the need to hoard and claim, to prepare heavily for any suspected circumstance that could have arisen during the time frame when there was a charm protecting him and his land from intruders.

It was drawing nearer, the time when he and you would be unable to remove yourselves from the expansive portion of your safely kept and tightly clutched oasis in the thick of the forest.

It was your safe place, and it was his duty as the massive beast that he was to protect you with every breath in his lungs, with every ounce of his life force that would have to be ripped from him to get to you. It was his duty as your mate, a duty to provide you with every necessity and factional desire that you could ever have. It was his duty to protect and provide for you and your cubs when they should arrive.

Ari was busy, he had been busy, doubling down on the goods he had stored at home for you and himself. He had been astute in his efforts to have enough supplies for the two of you to not just survive the hibernation but thrive together as a future mated couple.

He had gotten everything he thought you may have needed, with enough to occupy your time while he had been out patrolling the land to keep himself fit, and to make sure the charm had remained intact. It was all part of what had made him the deadly beast he was, an integral part of him that had demanded and desired the most secure location, the most formidable home to keep his most precious gifts safe.

You, and your future cubs, were already his entire world and he hadn’t had either yet.

Ari was already devoted beyond reason and measure, and there was nothing he would not do to keep those he cared most about, protected.

His claws dug into the earth as he pushed himself to run faster, Ari had broken through the tree line and crossed the barrier, sealing himself inside his land before the sun had started to set and the last few hours before hibernation had come to a close.

Ari had huffed in his beast form and shook his head, the dark brown fur flowing against the mix of the chilling wind and the motion of him shaking the last few beads of water. He had taken a few steps toward the tree line and then felt the shift as he had become a man once more.

He had felt the wind against his bare skin, the blast of air, chilled by the encroaching winter, would have made any other man freeze.

But to Ari, the massive werebear that he was, the chill was nothing but a gentle breeze that made him aware of the change of season. It was here, the hibernation charm that had fallen over his territory, had prevented any humans from getting in.

And more importantly, it had prevented his darling little mate from escaping his clutches at such a pivotal moment as hibernation.

Ari knew, and he had prepared for a struggle, for the fallout of your emotions, and as he had taken that first step, still naked as the day he was born, toward the house.

He could hear the sound of your breathing, and the steady beat of your heart as you lay in slumber in one of the rooms in the cabin. It wasn’t his room and he had wished wholeheartedly to make you embrace the full comfort of his den in all its conceptualization, however, Ari knew it was too soon.

This would all be too much for you to handle already, without Ari demanding you embrace his den. Ari knew that when he took you to his den, he wanted to feel you quivering underneath him, quaking from the orgasms that he had ripped from you with every stroke of his cock and his tongue. He wanted you to fill the den with screams of pleasure, your cries of necessity and need driving the sexual tension between you two as it naturally should have during your mating.

Ari had stopped short of the porch built against the front entrance of the cabin and bent down to a secured storage box set to the left of the bottom step. He had unlatched the silver clasp and reached inside for the set of clothes he had resting inside, nothing particularly special. As he had slipped the grey sweats on and set them low on his hips, he had yanked the worn flannel from inside and slipped his arms through the sleeves, ceasing buttoning up the front when he had heard the first of your startled shrieks.

You were awake; you were not pleased.

Thick, heavy paws with sharp claws penetrated the wet soil. It was the huff of a great beast that had towered above you, that had crept up onto your position against the sheer rock wall behind you, that had first shot fear straight into your core.

You were pressed against the rocky side, your hands gripping the stone with all your might as you turned your head, averting your eyes as the beast had crept closer and with its approach had come the sickening scent of death and rotting food. Its eyes were wild, overcome with great animosity as it snapped its jaws and grazed the swell of your abdomen.

“Please,” you cried as you attempted to lessen the space between you and the beast, “please-“

“Y/N!” A voice had called you, another thrashing of paws thudding against the wet earth, and the beast that had been gnashing at you, had been thrown aside, the collision of one impossible body against another had made the earth rattle at your feet.

You had been blocked off, the path to you distorted by another great beast. The massive bear in front of you had appeared to be a formidable enemy, however, any path the first creature had tried to take, was blocked by the beast in front of you.

“I don’t want to die!” Your voice shook as you lowered yourself to the ground, and rest one hand upon your belly, while the opposing beasts had darted toward each other, the thunderous boom of two bodies colliding was earth-shattering.

Beads of sweat had rolled down the small of your back as you had been ripped awake by the bowl of the wind against the glass of a window to your left. You had laid dazed in a bed that was too soft and too warm to be your own. You had been dazed, had remained dazed as the course of the days had come back to the surface of your mind and you were reminded of your station the last few days.

You had not been in a hotel, at an Airbnb or in any other kind of lodge. You had been in the woods, camping before you headed west to start a new job. You had been in a tent, to experience the last few monickers of freedom before you were thrown headfirst into work and a new social life.

You were camping. You were in a tent. There were warnings about strange disappearances that had been pushed to the back of your mind, and they had now seemed so vivid and blinding.

It was real, it was all real and it appeared like it was happening to you.

The first real sensation that had been your reality check was another harsh blow of the wind against the glass pane, and the sudden awareness that the bedroom you were in was part of a cabin. You could see the distinctive, massive and elegantly knotted logs that had been stacked on top of the other, only broken by the panes of glass that had given you a look to the outside world.

An immediate chill had run down your spine while you had steadily removed the blankets that were covering you, and had pushed yourself to sit on the edge of the bed.

Your feet had fit the wood floor and your hands had been braced against the edge of the bed. Your fingers gripped the soft cotton sheet beneath you, as you fixated your attention on the grains in the hardwood while you had attempted to place the last few hours and figure out how you had gotten wherever you were.

You had remembered tracks encircling your campsite, you had remembered the heat of the fire that should have long gone out yet it was thriving. You had recollected your attempt to climb the hill that had obscured you from the original path you were on. Nothing had been as you remembered; everything had been changed.

You took a slow deep breath, and then you pushed yourself to stand. Your knees had started to give out on you before you could even take a step, and it was only after you had stumbled forward that you had managed to brace yourself against the wall and gaze out the window.

The window was wide and gave an impressive view of the landscape beyond whatever house you were in, however, the sights before you did nothing to ease you. There was nothing familiar from what you could see, and even more so, there was no distinctive trail that would or could have led out of the thick cluster of trees that was seemingly surrounding wherever you were.

You stumbled away from the window when you saw movement from the tree line, a massive man with such broad width and a bare chest to match, shaggy brown hair that had brushed the back of his neck and the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were impossibly blue rimmed with gold, and the thick density of his beard had almost obscured the roundness of his lips.

He was beautiful, and you were struck in awe of this man who appeared from the middle of the cluster is trees, naked as the day he was born.

It was, for a moment, as if you were seeing things and this was all a part of your crazed and delusional attempt to make sense of the sudden shift in locations. It was as if your mind was attempting to make sense of what was nonsensical.

Intending to get out of here as soon as possible, you pulled yourself away from the window and moved toward the door of the bedroom, scrambling to rip open the object in your way. As the door had been opened and you had been granted access to the exterior of the bedroom, your feet carried you down the hall, and then a set of stairs to the main floor. You were greeted by the immaculate conception of an open concept cabin that had been as airy and homey as it was completely unfamiliar.

Your feet carried you to the back door that had led to an enclosed porch, and with a breath held tight in your lungs, you pressed your hands to the glass. It was the first of many tightly wound shrieks that had been pulled from you, the first of many sounds that you had only just been able to make.

“What the hell…?” Your lungs had started to burn with every passing moment that you were incapable of being able to breathe normally.

Your heart was thrashing violently in your chest, your eyes had begun to grow wider as a sense of overhanging panic had slowly crept further into your mind. This was not a place you should have been, this was not anywhere you recognized.

“Y/N,” a voice from behind you had rung out, and through the reflection of the glass, you could see the towering and Herculean man moving toward you, “you’re panicking. You need to calm down.”

Your hands had begun flitting with the knob of the door as he had gained ground on you, your sense of urgency and the fight or flight response was telling you to flee.

“Honey, you need to calm down. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack.” His voice was deep and husky, his stature double what yours was.

“I don’t…I don’t know you. I don’t know…where I am.” You began to slide the door open, the wind whipping against the glass of the veranda.

“Y/N…come back inside. There’s a storm coming.” He was barefooted and the clothing he had worn did nothing to hide the sheer size of him.

You had yet to look him dead on but had chosen to study him through the glass. You were torn between the beauty that was encapsulated in this man, this complete stranger, and leaving while he was still a short distance away.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He held his hands up, only a few feet from you, and you knew the moment was closing in. “Y/N, honeybee come back inside.”

You jerked through the open space and slammed the door behind you, jumping over the small bistro table set against the left corner to gain access to the door leading out of the covered porch. You knew he was after you, you knew he was following you out into the open space.

Your feet carried you as far as possible into the dense cluster is trees while the wind had harrowingly attacked the surrounding area. Everything you had been doing to escape had drained you of all energy until you had stumbled headfirst into a wide and willowy trunk, your hands gripping the trunk while your knees had finally given out.

“You’re okay,” he was behind you, encouraging you through soft temperance, and gentle hands, lifting you from the ground, “you’re okay, honey. I know it’s a lot to adjust to. I know.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Taste Of Honey: Part 4

It was a lifetime of loneliness; a lifetime of endless want and desire for someone he had yet to see. It was a promise of something that would come in the future that had driven him forward instead of revelling in the past.

It was a promise from his mother that one day he would have a mate of his own to care for and protect, that he would have to wait until the time was right. Ari had spent a lifetime waiting, a lifetime of passing people by and wondering if one of them, if any number of them could have been his mate and time and time again he wasn’t just disappointed, he was anguished. It was an entire lifetime of waiting for the right person to come, for his beast to feel the connection and catch the scent of the one meant for him.

The bear within him had come clawing to the surface when he caught your scent when he had seen you. The bear within him had reared its head and bared its teeth in the lofty desperation to have their mate with them, to have their mate safely tucked in their home before hibernation had locked them down into a long wintery stint in the cabin.

He had been prepared physically, for the arrival of his mate and had been mentally prepared for the setbacks and the kickback from you after you were taken. Ari had been prepared to have the devastation rampage through his life to help you settle into this, he was well aware that it wouldn’t just be difficult for you. Although trying to explain why you couldn’t leave his stretch of land due to the hibernation effects that had essentially sealed the entire place off from the clutches of wanderers that came too close, was not going to be an easy task.

You had hidden away when he had managed to bring you back into the cabin. You had kicked him with the heel of your foot as hard as you possibly could directly in the chest, and while you hadn’t truly hurt him you knocked the wind out of him, and that was just enough time for you to squirrel yourself away from him.

Or at least you thought you had, however, Ari knew exactly where you were.

He could catch your scent and the sound of your heart racing as you had kept the barrier of a wooden door between you and himself, your state of panic heightening and increasing, morphing into animosity as you had kept yourself away from him. He could hear every beat, every shaky breath and the sound of your footsteps on the wooden floor as you paced back and forth, calculating a plan or simply thinking about what was going on and why you were here.

Ari had taken the steps two at a time as he had climbed the staircase to your room and then he had stopped outside your door and raised his hand to knock, his knuckles barely grazing the door when he had stopped and lowered his arm once more. He had stood outside the door and listened to the sound of your shaky breathing.

He was debating knocking, he was debating asking you if you wanted to talk because now he was at odds with himself, and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to even begin quantifying how much you had meant to him, how badly he had wanted you and needed you.

After another minute Ari had raised his hand and knocked twice, the sound reverberating through the door and catching your attention. He had listened to the sound of your breath hitching in your throat and the thrashing of your heart as you waited for him to do something, to say something.

You were waiting for him, and he was waiting for you.

“Y/N, can you open the door so we can talk?” Ari had waited for a response all while being able to feel your aggression and your anger, and the almost tangible bitter taste of your confusion that was radiating and piercing. He was standing outside the door while waiting for you to say something; anything.

Ari had stepped back and studied the door, almost as if he was willing himself to be able to see through the wooden barrier to get a clear look at you. There would be nowhere to go now, there would be nowhere to turn. The hibernation and the charm itself were settling in, and even if you could run, even if you had tried to run, there was a barrier around his land, there was a protective wall that kept eyeing humans off his property.

“Y/N-“ Ari had raised his hand again, he had moved to knock on the door and had been taken by surprise when the door had opened and you had presented yourself as a small, squandering human compared to his massive size and yet he was the one who had felt as if his knees were going to give out on him.

“Are you going to kill me? Are you going to torture and maim me?” Your anger was justified, your anger was vehement, and Ari felt the beast inside of him grunting in indignation at the prospect, and he had to contain the urge to verbally react.

“Y/N-“

“You kidnapped me! What do you want huh? Are you going to kill me? Are you going to flay me and eat my flesh? What do you want with me?” Your eyes had narrowed and your fingers gripping the edge of the door as if you were planning on using it as a weapon, and Ari was briefly distracted by the absolute brilliance of your irises, the beauty of your eye colour and the radiance that was innately yours.

“I’m not going to kill you.” The bear trapped within him had started to rise, had started to paw at the cage he was in, displaying his urgency and need to be released.

“Then why am I here? How do you know who I am? Let me go, right now!” You had squared your jaw, and Ari was struck silent. How could he react when everything about you was mesmerizing? How could he have possibly found the words to say anything when you were captivating him, even in blinding anger?

“Are you listening to me? I said let me go! Take me back to town and let me go!” You had raised your voice and screamed your demand at him, you had addressed him with ravenous urgency and he knew the longer he had stayed silent the more irate you had become.

“There’s a lot to explain, if you could just come downstairs so we can talk-“

“How do you know me? Why am I here? Where the fuck is my cellphone? All my things?!” Your heart was racing, your hands shaking as you had faced off against him.

“Can we talk?” Ari had tried again to reason with you. “Are you hungry? Do you need something?”

“Let me go!” You had forgone reasoning with him and he had expected as much. You had forgone the gentle approach of pleading for something he could not give and had instead acted in aggression.

“I can’t, honey. I can’t let you go-“ the door was slammed in his face and the sound of your heavy footsteps had started again, the sound of your angry pacing had begun again.

Ari had stood at the door waiting for everything and nothing. He had stood on the other side of the door with his mate pacing angrily on one side, and his bear ravaging the cage he was in on this side.

His bear was angry and irritated, his bear was thrashing nastily as he demanded to be close to the one they had been waiting for. Gnashing of teeth and clawing at the frame that had kept it trapped, furious for the distance and every presently preparing for a fight for control, his inner beast was tumultuous.

Ari had turned away from the door and you, leaving you in peace. He had walked back down the steps while trying to rein in his beast that was demanding to be close to you after waiting for so long to have a mate.

Ari knew that it would ultimately get them nowhere and trying to rush the process, trying to appease his beast with the closeness he had desired would only draw you further away from them as a whole, and that was not something Ari would ever be able to contend with.

Instead, Ari had trudged toward the front door and slipped on a pair of plain stained brown boots and had grabbed a work coat from the brass hanger and had slipped his arms through the sleeves. He had started to halfheartedly button the jacket from the bottom up, all while he was listening to the sound of your pacing and the steady stream of murmurs that you had not intended him to hear, and yet he had.

Ari had stopped and he had waited, listened to the sound of your voice before he had finally placed his hand upon the door handle and turned, waiting another half beat before he had pulled the door open and stepped outside, the crisping and chilling air hitting him head-on.

He stepped out onto the porch and took the few steps that would take him onto the property at the front of the house, and upon stepping onto the crunching and dried leaves, Ari had taken pause. He had rested his hands upon his hips and exhaled languidly, at odds with himself and the beast that was clawing for control.

The hibernation effect and charm would be settling in any day now, and it was getting increasingly close to the end of the season when he would be willing to go out. The instincts that he had been born with to hide away and hibernate from the general populous of humans who had no idea what he was, or other creatures who were against his kind in the natural world, we’re coming into full effect. Ari was driven to a higher need to completely lock down his land without a single crack in the defensive barrier, and that was because of you.

You were his mate and as a werebear, he wasn’t just protective and possessive because he wanted to claim you, he was possessive and protective because he knew others were out there.

Ari had known the haggard extents and extremes and unmated bear would go to and through to have a mate, even if that mate had not belonged to them. Ari had known that he was not the only unmated bear round seeking a companion for the upcoming hibernation period and if you were left unattended for too long, you would draw attention to yourself.

Your scent, as an unmarked and unmated human in the thick of a bear’s territory, would draw the attention of others in the area.

Ari’s land was protected from humans, it was protected from those who would want to cross a line that wasn’t navigable however that same hibernation charm that protected you and him from curious and exploratory humans, could also aid in another male bear stealing you.

Ari stalked toward the pile of logs that needed to be chopped and had ripped the axe from the block. He had set the back end of the blade on his shoulder and cast his eyes upon your room and the window you were standing near, studying the curtains as they had shifted when you stepped out of view. Ari had kept his eyes on your window as he flexed his fingers around the handle of the axe, then clenched his jaw and grit his teeth.

He had no other option, he had no other choice but to be the villain in your story, to be the monster who kept the innocent beautiful woman captive.

He had to be your captor, he had to be your jailor and the man you despised at the moment because he knew that if hadn’t been him, it would have been someone much worse.

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Taste Of Honey: Part 2

Ari had grown to know the people in town far better than he had known himself. He had been able to perceive and detect the true nature of the humans in town, a gift he had gotten from his other half. The part of him that was more beast than not, had given him gifts of accelerated healing, superior strength and exceptional hearing.

He had used those skills when he had gone back into town far sooner than he had wanted, to gather double the supplies he had before. The added trip was for your benefit, for his mate’s well-being — Ari’s instincts to provide and protect had come in full swing.

The coming months of hibernation and mating would keep the two of you close to the house and on his land, it would restrict what you could do and where you could go. You would both be confined to the property as the harsh winter had set in, coupled with the elusive charms that would keep a sort of bubble around his home from wandering humans who had thought they could get to him, and his mate.

The necessary lumber and tools needed to update and expand the greenhouse, the supplies needed to create and craft you a small reading nook still well within sight, that had faced the water.

The view you would be gifted as you read in the nook he would build for you, would be delicate and airy as the sun hit the water and reflected iridescent streams of light off the surface. You would have an unrestricted view of the surrounding forest, the thick veiny trunks and the overhanging limbs heavy and heady with snow and ice in the winter.

Ari would need enough decadence to keep his little mate happy in the thick of the hibernation, the materials items would keep you occupied if he could not. And if you were to become pregnant with a cub, in the first mating cycle, Ari would need to provide whatever you could have wanted to ease your cravings.

“When you find your mate,” Ari had recalled the words his mother had spoken from so many years ago, before he had even turned 18, “everything will feel different. When you finally find your mate, when you are finally in their midst, you will be driven to do everything you possibly can to keep them safe. There is no end to what you will do to provide for them and your cubs. There will no longer be an outside world; they will become your world.”

Ari had mulled over his mother’s words often when he had been waiting throughout the years for the mate he knew he had. He had often thought of how and when he could meet them, how they would drive him to become better. Ari had once been filled with the utmost urgency and devotion for a mate he hadn’t even met, the drive to be the kind of man and beast that they would need. From the moment he was aware of the significance of mates, he had vowed to never let them come to harm.

And then he had seen you, he had feasted his gaze upon you and let your scent infiltrate him. He had come across his mate and everything had fallen into place like his mother had said. Ari was not driven by the needs he harboured for himself but the needs of his mate; the needs that had resonated within him to protect and provide.

The clawing beast had been demanding the accompaniment of his mate since Ari had first laid eyes upon you. The clawing and raging beast had demanded that Ari return to your presence even from a distance, even if Ari were to remain in the shadows, he knew he needed you. That animalistic pull, the tug within himself was begging to be back near you.

Ari had witnessed, the delightful and ethereal curiosity of his little mate. Yesterday, he had watched the same storm as you had, he had seen the same strikes of lightning casting upon the sky and the same earth-shattering thunder.

Ari had watched you delighted yet momentary fearful of the storm as it had rolled in, and yet that same storm had lulled you into sleep. Ari had watched, shamelessly, as you had returned to your tent to sleep, and from the shadows, he had kept all other creatures at bay. He had encircled your camp in his scent, rubbing the smell of himself on the surrounding trees to ward off any basest animals from bothering you, and when he had known you were truly safe, he had returned to his home and began prepping his den.

Just as he was doing now.

He was preparing as well as he could before the two of you would enter the state of hibernation, though it was much less a constant sleep as it was a point in time where you were bound and held back by the charm. It would be a manner of you and him, in your home for months until the winter had started to fade and the gentle clutch, the warmth of spring was upon you once more.

Ari had been mindfully taking stock of the supplies he had gotten, taking as much time as he could to get things sorted and stored at home. The process was quick and painless, going as quickly as it possibly could with as much ease as necessary.

For the most part, he was ready for you.

The morning came with a wicked chill that left you feeling drained; exhausted and shaky. Your entire body had been a contradiction of itself, of the chill that left you feeling drained and the fire burning a hole in your belly. It was the lingering heat beneath your flesh and the chill sending shivers down your spine. It was the contradiction that had brought you to a new sense of surreal awareness.

There was water running near you, yet you hadn’t camped near any river, creek or lake.

The fire, which should have long since gone out, was thriving and crackling as if someone had just thrown fresh logs onto the flames.

You peeled yourself from your tent and stumbled to the tree closest to you, your eyes growing in size as your breath became bated. Though it wasn’t just the fire that had gained your attention, the thick corded rope bundled and secured as if it was carefully placed for your use.

“People have gone missing, you need to be careful.” The warning was lost on you, completely vanished from your memory as you gazed at the woods in front of you and moved to the tree behind your tent. You had stumbled toward it, your fingers running along the rough bark of the trees that towered above you as if this was something entirely new.

“You’ll be back for your new job. We’re all excited to work with you!” Nothing around you was familiar.

The fence covering of leaves along the first floor had created a series of aesthetic crunching under your boots as you moved from your campsite to the nearest fallen log that lay to the left, its roots intact as if someone had ripped it right from the earth, though it was whole and unblemished.

You approached the wood and rest your hand upon the massive trunk, fingers feeling the grooves of the claw marks embedded in the wood. The trunk was broken and marred, the end blackened like char with a few fungi growing out the top as they poked through the thin layer of moss.

The trunk was one of many that had fallen in the area, and yet the marks made in the wood had drawn your attention like no other. The marks were deep and long, almost intense like they could have broken straight through the log to the hollow inside. There was a single print of a bear in the mud beside the trunk, and you had bent down and hovered your hand above the mark, noting the large difference between your hand and the bears.

You had felt warmth radiating from the print, almost as of it was a living and breathing imprint of a bear engrained in the dirt and mud. You had pulled your hand out of the track and pressed it against your thigh, wiping your palm on the shorts you had worn.

“You should stay away from that area. Hikers go missing.” The warning had come back the longer you looked at the print, and then you slowly stood and moved back to your tent.

There, surrounding the tent and the fire now extinguished, was a complete and perfect circle of the same kind of bear tracks encompassing your entire campsite. The thick and deeply embedded prints were just as fresh as the one by the trunk laying in the grass, radiating warmth that seeped into your palms.

You turned slowly as you looked around the area you had been camping in, a rise of panic settling within you. Your heart had nearly lept out of your chest as the reality facing you had truly sunk in.

You had no idea where you were. In hours, the storm that had come rolling in last night had seemingly changed the immediate surrounding area to the point where you couldn’t recognize the space five feet in front of you.

Your map was gone, your compass had been smashed against the tree behind your tent. Your cellphone had no service and had been indefinitely locked out.

You had nothing to help you navigate your way out.

You were fucked. You had no idea where you were.

“People go missing in those woods, you should find somewhere else.”

“I need to get out of here.” You lurched toward the tent and reached inside for the bear spray you’s gotten and tucked it into the pocket of your sweats, and then you started moving toward the small hill that could and should have led back to the highway.

You had grasped one of the limbs on the trees and yanked yourself up. Your fingers had begun gripping the grooves of the tree as you started to climb, although every step you had taken had reduced you to a further lethargic state. Your eyes started to grow heavy and the clash of cold and hot fighting for control of your body had reduced your strength.

Your feet started to slide and you had scrambled to grasp onto a branch above you, attempting to catch yourself before your legs gave out. As your hand had made contact with the branch, your feet slipped out from under you. A sharp and painful cry had been ripped from you as your knees hit the ground and you started sliding back down the hill.

You clutched your hand to your chest, blood seeping from the cut in your palm, tears blurring your vision as you met the bottom of the small hill, your boots pushing a small pile of leaves and dirt as you fell.

Everything around you had started to blur as a dense and powerful figurative fog had been cast over you. The immense shift of the chilling and spine-tingling sense had given way to blistering heat as you had been sweating through your clothes.

You were delirious as you leaned back against the hill, your eyes cast to the skyline. Your bottom lip trembled as the pain surged, as blood had dripped from your palm to the exposed dirt and leaves below. You had no more control of your own body than you were in control of the powerful storm last night.

“Please,” your lips had moved on their own accord as a man approached from the tree-line, calling to him as if he was a mysterious angel come to save you, “help me.”

You couldn’t see straight, you couldn’t see him in his entirety through your blurry vision but as he crouched down toward you, you found yourself being captivated by electric blue eyes.

“You’re going to be okay,” the man’s voice was thick and husky as he spoke to you, moving quickly to wrap a bandage around your hand, “I’m going to get you somewhere safe.”

“I have a fever,” you felt like you were speaking to and of yourself and not the massive man lifting you from the ground, “you can’t be real.”

“Hibernation is starting soon, mate.” He cradled you to his chest as if you were an infant. “I need to get you somewhere safe.”

“You’re not real,” you extended your hand and cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing against the corner of his lips, “or maybe…I’m dying.”

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Taste Of Honey: Part 1

Ari was by no means a youngling.

He was by no means a young bear that had just sprung free of his mother’s clutches. He had spent many years in the protective covering of the deep, inescapable labyrinth woods that had been his home, surviving in solitude like most other bears, hoping that someday he would find his mate among the people in the nearest town of his home and yet year after year on the cusp of mating season, he had been alone.

He was by no means a yearling, and yet the loneliness that had plagued him had only grown worse over the years. He had the innate and primordial sense to mate and reproduce, to have a family that he would protect with his dying breath. It was the desire to have a mate that called to every part of him, to every side of the great bear that had grown tired of the ire of solitude.

He had spent little time in the village, little time among the humans who had no idea what he was. He had only gone into town when it was necessary when he could not allocate provisions he had needed on his land, though it had been few and far between.

The latest trip that had driven Ari to step among the humans too stupid or ignorant to think there was anything different about the mountain of a beast, was the need to prepare for his hibernation.

Although he had not spent months sleeping like the animals that had not gained the ability to be human and bear, the idea was largely the same. For months in the winter, Ari had stayed on his land, he had hunkered in or near his home during the winter, wistfully desiring a mate of his own. It was the process of keeping an eye on the surrounding area, on keeping explorative humans from crossing the line they were barred from, that had driven him into town.

He would gather all that he could in supplies, trade what he had crafted in the workshop of his home. The woodworking was impeccable, the materials had been immaculate and the demand was high. It was a back and forth exchange with one of the few humans in town he could trust with his secret, the promise of goods that would be in big demand for the funds needed to get Ari through the hibernation period.

It was a standard visit to town until he had caught the scent of honeysuckle and lavender, something sweet and fresh. The moment the scent had registered within him, the soft and fragrant coil had become entangled within the deepest part of himself, he had known that the desire to have what he had gone so long without, was on the cusp of becoming his reality.

The bear raging inside the human frame was calling over and over again. The same broken record, the same mantra as it echoed in his head was driving him toward the little delicate human that smelled of honeysuckle and lavender. Sweet and feminine, but not artificial.

It hadn’t just lingered in his flesh but had become deeply embedded in him until he hadn’t known where his scent had begun and yours had ended. It was a thick and present need that had settled over him, as he had started moving away from the shop he had been wasting time in, to follow your delectable scent.

Every step he had taken, every heartbeat pumping blood through this body had echoed in his ears. He had been set on a single track as he moved down the sidewalk following the notes of your scent had taken him from the family-run hardware store to the corner coffee shop.

He had stood on the sidewalk and looked into the café through the seamless glass, his blue eyes peering inside at the patrons so unaware that a beast was standing mere feet from them that had discovered the mate he had always been looking for.

Ari had pulled closer, moving steadily as he had approached the door and pulled on the handle, the creak of the door no more than an annoying buzz in his ears as he was hit with the smell of burnt sugar and artificial syrup.

He had scrunched his nose and furrowed his brow, annoyed by the way the coffee and syrups had obscured your scent. The heady sugar and sticky add-ons for coffee were obliterating the mouth-watering smells that belonged to his mate.

‘MATE.’ The bear rattled the cage, gnashed its teeth as Ari had peered around the cafe for the source of his addiction.

He had moved around people, mindlessly gazing at the tables until he had come to a dead stop, his entire body frozen in awe as he had come across the delicate-looking human he had been waiting for. The acknowledgment that he had found his mate in this town of ignorant beings, had been an awakening he wasn’t even aware he could have had. There was an innate sense of pieces falling into place with a steady click until everything had become clear.

‘MATE. MATE. MATE. MATE.’ The steady thrashing of the cage, the rattling of the animalistic part of him that had demanded he lurch forward and take you, take what he had always been waiting for, was surreal.

You were beautiful and tiny compared to a man his size, your body easily could have become crushed by his own. However Ari would never use his size to cause you harm, he would protect you with his life, keep you safe and sound in your home, easing you into life as a bear’s mate.

His mate.

Ari had physically exhaled a huff, much more akin to the sound of a bear than a human as images had flooded his brain.

It was as if he could see the future as if he had been given a gift of clairvoyance. Ari could see it all, he could see the life he had so patiently waited for.

His mate, you, tucked safely into his thick and expansive chest as he jerked against you, bringing a rise to pleasured cries that had bounced off the walls. You, his perfect little human, wrapped in his embrace as he shielded you from the harsh and cold winter months tucked away at home as the two of you had hibernated.

And cubs…Ari had nearly had his breath stolen entirely when he pictured a life with small little cubs running around in the fields near your home chasing the brightly coloured butterflies of spring and summer.

The cute little cubs clung to his fur as he ran through the forest and taught them how to take control of their abilities to shift into little bears.

Ari had seen it all in the flash of an eye. He had seen it all when he saw you reading in the corner, completely oblivious to who he was or what he was doing here.

The sun had reflected off the glass and cast upon you soft rays. You had appeared like a beacon in the dark, calling upon him with the promise of a future long since anticipated.

Ari had seen you reading, and he knew he would need to build you a nook in his ‘cave’, a place for you to read under the back of the midnight glow. He would create and craft you anything you could ever want because he wanted to give you the world.

‘MATE. MATE. MATE.’ Ari had drawn his eyebrows together in a deep furrow as he watched you playing with the edge of your book, the corner of the faux leather binding as you chewed on your bottom lip and mindlessly tapped your finger atop the rim of your cup.

Honeysuckle and lilac: sweet and natural.

Ari had found his mate, he had found you after all this time.

He was yours: you were his.

“I’m looking forward to meeting you when you arrive next week. The team is all eager to welcome you.” The overhanging dense cluster of darkening clouds had seemed ominous when they began rolling in.

The mix of grey and black rolling in from the north had promised a hard night of torrential rain and whipping winds that could have ripped through the campsite you had set up in the woods that had been both highly coveted and disparagingly eery. The tales of men and women going missing the forest had lent themselves to a spooky ghost story that some had claimed was nothing more than a twisted fable meant to keep horny teenagers away from partying hard in the forest. Some people in the nearest town that you had gotten supplies from had vowed that the forest was haunted by phantoms and beasts.

For every believer, several skeptics denied the idea of phantoms lingering in the forests and trees, of animals larger than the trees themselves hiding in the clusters of trees as secret protectors.

“It’s a fairytale set in the mountains,” one of the owners of the outdoor store had claimed when you were busy picking out supplies, “nothing more than a scary story women tell their children to behave. Those people that have gone missing, they discovered themselves and got a new life.”

The fire crackled outside your tent as you added attempted to quicken the meal you were making above the flames, hasting the food to be finished before you were caught in the storm. It was neither ideal being trapped in the woods during a storm nor practical, and yet you had managed to do both. It was a sensational change from the clear skies and warm days you were expecting when you had ventured out, a sudden change that could have ultimately scrapped the entire prospect of camping.

If you had known, you would have driven straight to the west coast and hunkered down in your newly rented apartment.

Instead, you were stuck in the woods during an electrical storm. Instead, you had decided to go camping to fill the few days before you were supposed to arrive with nature and quietude.

“It is beautiful,” you remarked while cooking your dinner, gazing at the storm clouds blowing in from the north with respectable admiration.

The trees were as thick around as they were tall, massive in size and beauty. They were dense and protective against the winds that had blown through when you first started your trek into the forest, giving both your shelter and the animals inhabiting the place.

There was no shortage of magnificence in the woods, no shortage of wonderment that settled into your flesh and revived the feeling of hopefulness that had been lost when you abandoned your place on the east coast. Everything from the covering of foliage above you, to the thick and plentiful grass in which you rest your tent, to the melodic sounds of nature had brought you renewed tranquillity.

And despite the storm that was brewing, you had been reassured that this was the right choice. You had made the right decision to take as much time as you could to travel to your newest residency. Why would you have to rush? Why should you pass by the chance to experience this?

“Breathtaking.” You inhaled slowly, filling your lungs with the crisp, clean air of the mountains. “It‘s so perfect.”

The rumble of the clouds building in the distance had briefly stolen your attention from the crackle of the fire and the spittle of the pan as you turned your food over, your eyes studying the skyline. You had hummed under your breath and sat back on your haunches as you wait for your food, as you wait for the storm, as you wait by the warmth of the fire.

You were hardly rushed, hard-pressed for time and had been eager enough to sit in your campsite for hours reading, or exploring the surrounding area as it had appeared on our map, guided by your phone’s navigation and the compass you had kept on you. You were spending the days you had allotted for camping before your final destination, to do whatever fits your fancy while you were here in the shadows of the trees. There had been no rush; there had been no urgency.

“Take your time, explore the woods and take it all in.”

You had lifted the pan from the fire and slid your food from the hot iron to the food-grade stainless steel plates you had bought from the outdoor outfitters, and grabbed the cutlery tied together with twine. As you had balanced them, you slowly stood and moved back to the covering of your tent and sat upon the edge, keeping yourself out of the elements while still having an unrestricted view of the building storm.

You had watched it move, studied the flashes of light in the dark grey and black clouds as the rumble had continued. You had sat and eaten your dinner with the natural light-show captivating you with every crash and rumble, the tentative beauty encapsulated with the destruction such a storm could cause.

It was just as breathtaking as you had imagined, the sound of thunder and the flashes of light had become the soundtrack that hadn’t just accompanied you through dinner, but had also been the white noise to help you sleep.

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