Inktober 2017, 4/31: The Wolf and the Crane A WOLF who had a bone stuck in his throat hired a Crane, for a large sum, to put her head into his mouth and draw out the bone. When the Crane had extracted the bone and demanded the promised payment, the Wolf, grinning and grinding his teeth, exclaimed: “Why, you have surely already had a sufficient recompense, in having been permitted to draw out your head in safety from the mouth and jaws of a wolf.”
In serving the wicked, expect no reward, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pains.
– Aesop’s Fables, translated by George Fyler Townsend
Cassian wearing loose, low-rise grey pants to train in is super important.
• During the warmer months, he trades in his leathers for looser, thinner pants. As well as being completely shirtless. He doesn’t want to get heat stroke, does he?
• The pants are fitted at the top, in the front and back. Which gives anyone Nesta full view of his generous ass and bulge.
• But they’re looser as they go down, so he has full range of motion when he and Az practice kick-boxing.
• The waistline of the pants are so low that you can see his hip bones. The divots on his lower back. His prominent “V” in the front. And occasionally catch a glimpse of dark hair down low.
• Cassian is well-groomed, but he’s got hair. Not that Nesta’s ever been curious to see if it’s as soft as the hair on his face and head.
• The pants are so low, you still cannot see the ending of recently inked tattoos.
One day, Nesta observes, “Those are new. It looks like it must’ve hurt.”
Before she can take back her words, Cassian’s head whips up to reveal the cockiest grin she’s ever seen. “I wasn’t aware you paid such close attention and curiosity about my-” He pauses, twirling the training staff and licking his lips. Waggling his eyebrows he purposefully thumbs his waistband lower. Still no sign of the ending of the tattoo. And further revealing the dark hairs that Nesta never thought about. “Nether-regions.”
Nesta cannot believe the sight before her. The hot sun did her no favors as it had been tanning his already golden body, and made it glisten with sweat from the heat.
“Could’ve used your hand, you know.” He smirks, pointing the staff at her.
She blinks as he walks over to a bucket of water and pours it down his head. Causing anything that might’ve been left to the imagination to become clear as day.
“What?” She finally spits out.
Feigning an innocent tone and thumbing his low waistband once more, he says, “To hold through the pain of course.”
Her train of thought was completely derailed at the sight of him in those pants. Soaking wet. With those tattoos. He grinned like a wolf because he knew, and she tried desperately to avoid those gleaming hazel eyes. “Hold what?”
Cassian chuckled, twirling the staff once more before he walked toward her. His long legs closed the distance between them in three strides.
She could feel him dripping on her before she looked up at his face. But did she want to look up when she saw where the sweat and water dripped toward?
“Your hands, sweetheart. In mine.”
Her body betrayed her when her eyes wandered down, down, down…
“What?” Cassian’s voice was rough. The smile that was still plastered across his face and the boyish dimples did nothing to calm her down. “Do you wish to see it, Nesta?”
The tattoo or something else entirely, Nesta wasn’t sure what he meant. Nor was she sure what she’d-
Cassian took a step back and shook his hair out. “Perhaps some other time. I’m quite busy at the moment.”
Nesta watched as he swaggered back to where he had been exercising. The tattoos that covered his arms, shoulders, and much of his back looked incredible on full display. The perfectly formed ass… His back muscles…
Those pants… Those pants further inspired every fantasy she had. And inspired fantasies she never knew she wanted but wouldn't likely forget.
The Minyard twins rarely get along. Nicky spent good hours of his life playing therapist but the two were impossibly stubborn. Eventually they would be able to align each other’s interest by having a mutual hatred for something or someone, but that was difficult because Andrew was pretty apathetic and Aaron rarely wanted to correspond.
until one day they just did.
It was a fluke, unloading the bus at 3am and exhausted. Neil was half asleep already, side of his face bruised up from the force of his helmet being shoved against the glass wall. Matt had whistled when he caught sight of the bruising, commenting on what a good thing it was that they wore helmets if that was the result. They had won but it was a long game, referees making it rain cards.
Andrew was hauling up one of the bags of goalie gear when Aaron said almost thoughtfully from behind him, lifting a cooler up-”Hey what if we had a third twin named Arnold but he lives in a mansion and has a pony would that be fucked up or what”
He had turned around and given his twin a look. “I should’ve eaten u in the womb”
They didn’t mention it again that night, trudging their way back to their respective dorm rooms, watching Matt try to get Neil walking in a straight line.
Two weeks later after a light practise Andrew turned to look at Aaron in the locker room. “I bet Arnold would wear polo shirts.” Everyone gave him a weird look but Aaron gave a surprising wolf like grin as he shoved his helmet deep into the locker.
The two nodded to one another and then returned to their own respective silences.
It was Kevin who announced what everyone else was thinking. “What the actual fuck?”
It was a constant thing, either Andrew or Aaron bringing up Arnold’s not real existence. “He’d eat kale chips,” Andrew decided.
“Probably does charity work.” Aaron would nod in agreement.
“Competitive chess player,” the two declared in perfect harmony.
It was Neil who had the misfortune of being paired with Arnold Mayes from his mandatory English elective. It was his worst class due to his tendency to scramble up verbs and tenses (it was hard to keep strictly English when German, french, Polish and bits of Spanish would creep in.).
He wasn’t thrilled about working with Arnold, due with the guy’s insistent belief that they were somehow good friends (hopefully sliding further along that relationship, the way Arnold would hint.) and also the fact that Arnold Mayes had a slight resemblance of Andrew and Aaron with his blond hair and attachment to wearing black. He was quite a bit taller though, close enough to Kevin’s irritating height.
Andrew discovered first, his class partner, and immediately in the middle of Arnold introducing himself pulled out his phone, opened the rarely used snapchat app that Renee had coaxed him into downloading and took a picture of the still talking Arnold to send to Aaron.
Both despised Arnold. There was an unsettling way about how he liked leaning closer to Neil, in Andrew’s opinion, and he refused to figure out that Andrew and Aaron were not the same person. They were also highly biased against his basic existence.
Neil came home one day to finding Andrew sitting at his work desk looking proud and was informed that he wouldn’t have to meet Arnold the following the day since he did his work for him. He threw a handful of printed papers at Neil that landed in a flutter.
“That was unnecessary.” Neil informed him as he looked at the pages explaining how stupid the project was. “Pretty sure my assignment wasn’t drawing a picture of Arnold choking on-what are those? His shoes?”
“Yes.” Andrew said smugly.
“How exactly are you going to kill him? He’s taller than both of you combined.” Kevin asked post practise when Aaron mentioned the partner.
“Break his knee caps.” Andrew stated smugly when Aaron said at the same time, “Tackle the piece of shit.”
Kevin looked alarmed.
Aaron came home from a late practise to find Neil and Arnold sitting at the kitchen table together, the space in between them somehow shrinking as Arnold slid his chair a few inches closer each time. Neil was close to tilting out of his chair in his efforts in subtle avoidance, jabbing aggressively at a flow chart.
He yanked a chair out from the other side of the table and shoved it in between the two, plopping down stubbornly. “This looks stupid. Did you design this chart, Arnold? This is such a stupid chart.”
Eventually Arnold Mayes went away after the project was completed (this was ensured by Andrew grabbing him in a dark alley and holding a knife to his throat) but the general hatred for possible Arnold Minyards remained an essential element to their conversation. They would comb through twitter, facebook and instagram for all users with that name and block them. One reporter was banned from attended press conferences because his name was Arnold and blond hair was a major red flag for the two (the reason was never really decided well but at the time it slid by surprisingly well until three years later Allison stated in an interview about them still bonding over hypothetical triplet status.)
It got to the point they would send each other Christmas cards out of sheer spite, rather send one to each other than an Arnold. (”You know Arnold isn’t real?” Neil asked one day as Andrew was focused on picking out a suitable card.
“You know that bitch might have a manson?” Andrew retorted, picking one with a cat on the front.)
“Where’s Maggie, Mommy?” your daughter’s high-pitched voice met your ears as she stumbled down the hall. You turned to her, closing the book in your lap, “She’s not here anymore, she - .. ‘moved,’” you stuttered. Technically, you weren’t lying. After the run-in with the Saviors, she would be better off, and much safer, not in Alexandria.
“I love you, idiot,” Y/N confessed, an anxious feeling wrenching at her gut. The boy’s face illuminated in happiness as the words left her mouth. Peter’s eyes lit up as he leaned in and feverishly kissed her, smiling against her lips.
“I love you too, dork,” He asserted, skimming his thumb across her jaw as he gazed into her E/C hues dreamily.
W A R R E N W O R T H I N G T O N
“Y-You what?” Warren repeated for the third time as his eyes shot open at the final realization at what she said. He shot forward, tackling the girl onto the floor as he placed small, yet hungry kisses upon her face, and then one on her lips.
“I love you too,” He said, getting off of her, and carrying her bridal-style back to his dorm in confidence.
A L E X S U M M E R S
Alex nearly choked on his beer as those words left Y/N’s mouth, Jubilee’s jaw dropped, Jean passed Scott a twenty dollar bill with a shit-eating grin, and Peter wolf whistled as loud as he possibly could. His Azure-Blue gaze shifted to your serious expression, and without thought, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was full of hunger and need, and for a split second, he forgot he wasn’t alone with her. He let go of her, and her fingers were at her lips, tracing where his were in shock.
“I knew that,” He asserted with a smirk. “But do you know what’s cool?” Alex’s smirk disappeared, and a smile found it’s way onto his lips. “I love you too,”
“I told you, sucker,” Jean smirked, as Scott’s face was dumbstruck.
C H A R L E S X A V I E R
“That’s quite a stupid thing to say,” Charles stated with confusion placed all over his usual calm expression. “But I can say that I love you too,” He admitted, adverting his Icy-Blue hues away from her E/C ones. The woman’s petite hands found their way to the collar of the button-down he was wearing, and she’d crashed her lips onto his. His arms snaked around her waist, and he smiled against her lips as they kissed.
S C O T T S U M M E R S
Scott dropped the Pop can he held in his hand, Jubilee squealed like the little girl she was, Peter said something disgustingly funny, and Alex said something completely vulgar and amazing as the words finally escaped your lips. “R-Really?” Scott choked out, his jaw basically touching the floor at this point.
“Of course, goofball,” She confirmed, a chuckle and a small ‘idiot’ coming from Alex, his lovely older brother. Scott was beaming in joy, as he snaked his arms around Y/N’s waist, picked her up, and proceeded to spin her around as he kissed her.
“I love you too, Y/N,” He agreed, a smile plastered on his face.
I’m just picturing Sansa, the Wardeness of the North, after the war for the dawn, meeting with some hostile lords or whatever to try to work something out and the whole time Arya is just casually kicked back in a chair off to the side idly juggling three razor-sharp daggers and a goddamn valeryan steel dagger.
The noblemen note that some of the daggers look familiar. They realize, with a start, that their belt knives are all missing even though they all know that they were wearing them an hour ago. Lady Stark does not seem to notice anything particularly unusual about the situation, and if pressed will simply say. “You all know my sister, the Lady Arya. I know you were introduced, and she was even wearing her own face at the time.” and then go right back into trade negotiation without another word on the subject, while Arya grins like a wolf in the background, not even looking at the knives she’s tossing.
They cave in minutes, offering the Wardeness of the North anything and everything she wants purely to get out of Winterfell and as far from the most terrifying sisters they’ve ever met as possible.
“I killed their pack leader,” Sevro says when I ask why the wolves follow him. He looks me up and down and flashes me an impish grin from beneath the wolf pelt. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t fit in your skin.”
aaa I’d like to request something for Ethan? like where you’re having a hard time going to sleep & Ethan sings & cuddles ^^
I am sorry I am not sure if your requests are open and if you have something like this, but could you please write something where the reader has a nightmare that sends her into a fit and Ethan sings her to sleep? Sorry and thank you
Warnings: this is so sappy ew
I DON’T OWN THE SONG USED
God it was really cold. Not actually. But that’s what it felt like to you- and you weren’t even conscious. Deep in a clasp of discomfort, your body involuntarily wiggled itself around.
Turning up pillows and thin laying sheets, you were suddenly struck awake all at once.
Crisp sweat coated your forehead and your eyes conveyed immediate disunderstanding.
‘A nightmare.’ you had thought.
They hadn’t frequented you since you were small. Horrid spinal figures prancing around your head was enough to keep you awake, adult or not. A childish dream- that’s what it was.
You chanced your eyes at the digital clock that stood upon your bedside table.
Without you hearing came footsteps in the outside corridor. Your door opened silently and someone pushed themselves within your doorway.
“(Y/n)?” spoke a voice.
It had scared you half to death, flinching violently in your spot upon the small bed. The words had really come from your friend; Ethan.
Seems he was awake as well, due to editing schedules. Ethan was even wearing headphones around his neck as he entered the room. His blue eyes may have matched yours in dull fatigue but they did not offer fear in the same way. They did, however, hold concern.
“Barely.” you mumbled “A goddamn… damn nightmare.”
You thought that he’d laugh, sure of it. But Ethan’s face never flashed amusement- didn’t contort into a wolf grin.
“Really?” he questioned; worried.
Stepping up to your bed noiselessly, Ethan removed his headphones, placing them by your bedside. He sat quaintly on the edge of the furnishment.
“Fancy talking about it?” the male asked, trying to be light.
If you were to speak about it, you were sure sleep wouldn’t come to you again that night. So as a response, you instead shook your head- peering down at your lap sadly.
“Oh…” said Ethan.
He felt a little defeated. The boy wanted to help his friend, but now he didn’t know exactly what else he could do. The both of you were close, out of everyone else that lived with you in the house.
You two were close.
“What if I were to sing to you, then?”
Ethan’s words were usually soft, but in the instance, they were soaked with empathy.
You didn’t even take time to look at him through the darkness. You pushed forth a dry “Okay.”
“Okay…” the boy repeated.
Awkwardly, he shifted on your bed. He wasn’t sure why he was even in your room. He had let himself in, without even asking first. What an idiot. Then he goes about and asks if he can sing to you? It’s two in the morning, I guess, what has he got to lose.
“You are…” he began.
Ethan was really going through with it. Ultimately surprised, your past fear began to spill away, anticipation replacing it.
“You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are grey.”
Ethan’s voice sounded coarse at first; unsure. Though either way, it was skillful. Beautiful. Immediately, it lightened your spirits.
“You’ll never know dear,
how much I love you.
Please, don’t take
The blue haired boy then began to hum a bit.
“You’re making me tired again.” you uttered, not fighting heavy eyelids.
You sitting position started to falter, wavering unsteadily for many moments, before eventually landing yourself upon Ethan’s shoulder gently.
Abruptly, his hummed silenced. Charming the darkness with red cheeks, Ethan opened his mouth once more. He let go of a hushed, quiet melody.
“The other night dear,
when I lay sleeping.
I dreamt I held you in my arms.”
Ethan protectively embraced your sleeping form with only one of his arms, the other lay still upon his lap. Afterwards, he sweetly pushed you back down against your soft bed, laying atop of you your duvet.
“When I awoke dear,
I was mistaken.
So I hung, my head…”
Ethan silenced himself for a moment, viewing you in thought. He stood to leave, grabbing his headphone and replacing them around his neck. The boy couldn’t help but smile as he looked back to you just as he reached the doorway.
“So I hung, my head… and cried…” you mumbled dreamily, allowing a sleepy smile to pull upon your lips as you slept.
Everyone is home for Christmas, including Derek and Stiles who haven’t seen each other in months. Which is why Stiles’s beard comes as a shock. It’s very… there. And it has a name. This should be ridiculous. It is ridiculous. But when Stiles needs rescuing from Scott’s newlywed love shack, Derek can’t think about anything other than clinging to his remaining sanity. Unexpected beard or no.
Laura organizes a charity bachelor auction to raise money for the wolf sanctuary she and Derek inherited from their parents. Derek reluctantly gets roped into bidding on one of the bachelors, and he sure as hell doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into when he decides to bid on Stiles.
a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.
“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.
Lydia huffed, “With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”
Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.