I’d love to be in a wintery, witchy fairy tale. My home would be an old quaint castle hidden in the forest, I’d be the young witch of the woods villagers would brave traveling to for tinctures, cures, and spells for ailments. And I’d always be known as kind, but very dangerous.
Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.
Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.
Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.
And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.
Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.
“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.
Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.
The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.
Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”
Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”
Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”
“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”
Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.
Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.
“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”
“What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”
“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”
Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.
“Water.” Derek growls.
“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.
“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”
Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”
Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.
“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”
Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”
“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.
“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”
“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”
Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”
“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.
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hc (?) that everyone thinks thiam is just sexual and the pack disapproving until one is injured and they realize they actually care for each other
hey anon! ily and i hope you have a wonderful day and that i did your wonderful prompt justice!!! :3 also hey look it’s another Really Freaking Long Post
thiam is That Couple. you know them: constantly touching, hands on each other’s hips/shoulders/face/ribs/on occasion ass, really dirty kisses, they’ll disappear for a couple minutes and come back covered in rapidly-fading hickies
but other than these public displays there’s really not a lot of interaction between them. there’ll be absentminded cheek kisses as they’re going between things and of course there’s the legendary squabbling but the pack never sees the communication/interactions necessary for a stable romantic relationship
and even the pda is a little sporadic and sometimes it seems like they haven’t been seen together in weeks
so of course the pack worries. especially scott. his basis of comparison is basically allison-kira-malia and in all three there was a lot of discussion and back-and-forth that happened pretty much any time they interacted. they were very steady and stable, and so the off-and-on nature of theo and liam’s relationship is concerning and worrying
scott doesn’t see that in thiam and so he gets a little–not freaked out but definitely a little leery of the relationship because, after all, he’s still just a little wary of theo (which is probably not misplaced. theo’s making an effort but he’s still theo) and he’s not seeing any effort on either side to negotiate a healthy relationship.
Unfortunately, meaningful details like this most of the time are left unnoticed by the international audience, it just simply gets lost in translation.
In mandarin chinese Ha Jin’s Goryeo name means tree, at first look, it seems that there’s nothing special about it, however, it means a lot. Throughout the drama, we learn that Wang So is very fond of plants and trees because in his lonely days when he was abandoned by his own family in Shinju, among the people who not just hated him but constantly tried to kill him, without any friends or relatives, trees were his only friends. Young prince learned how to befriend trees, treat them as they are living creatures. He advises Soo to not carelessly water the garden but give every tree a name and make friends with them. At first, Soo thinks that So is just making fun of her, but then he tells her about his favorite birch that he had to put on fire in order to protect himself from wolves, another example of how So always gives up on things that he loves and cares about. Another remarkable moment was on Wang Eun and Park Seon Deok’s wedding.When all brothers were gifting newlyweds royal presents as silver, expensive fabrics, pearls - So’s gift is a tree that blooms flowers and bears fruits. When other brothers provided some materialistic goods that they think will come in handy for a new family, Wang So thinks about the spiritual aspect, about something that brings emotional comfort. Maybe it’s all because of his past. I can imagine him as a teenage boy, who when he has an opportunity, leaves the Kang’s residence, maybe to train with general Park and when he needs to rest, he sits under a tree. And at that moment there are no pain, no suffering, just wind blowing around him and spreading flowers’ and fruits’ aroma, it soothes him, comforts him, gives him warmness that he extremely lacks. That’s what Soo became for So. With her he could be himself, forget about the weight of his problems and worries. She brought him peace and calmness, accepted him for who he was, became his true friend and love of his life. How symbolic it is. “Whenever I come to you, all my problems seem to become lighter.”
Any headcanon about Fellmono Sans' and Papyrus' relationship?
I was actually looking forward to doing some stuff for this ask–it’s been a while since I’ve given any public attention to Tone and Crow and I’m pretty thirsty for it honestly–
So I’m going to try and cram as much as I can into this with picture aid because it sounded fun, but please remember that this is influenced by my own interpretations of Underfell so it might seem a little off to some people if they haven’t seen that Dove and Fell comic I posted a while back. (It will also include some things from Monofell I have yet to cover openly as well, such as how Dove actually is inside his skull when certain situations happen that are better expressed in RP scenarios.)
Recommended song for them: Stars -Dead Hearts
Safety Comes First
This is probably the biggest thing that people will point at and go “Oh my god, that’s so OOC, even by your standards!”, to which I rebut with “OOC isn’t a thing and no one is realistically one certain way all the time.”
1. Tone is not allowed to have pillows or blankets when he sleeps, not after almost accidentally strangling himself with said blankets during a night terror. Crow basically had a panic attack when he walked in on that scene and was quick to confiscate everything he considered to be a threat to his precious older brother after making sure he was okay.
2. Due to Crow’s constant worrying about Tone’s safety when he’s not around during their patrol, he has pushed for his brother to wear his signature collar under the pretense that it would protect him from the wolves and show them that his brother is not to be touched.
A collar means respect to them–a pack member–and to mess with Tone is to mess with Crow. (Of course, the wolves mean no harm and have already integrated the skeletons into their own pack and will protect them both until the end… but Crow isn’t aware of that.)
3. It’s extremely cold in Snowdin–and who knows what kind of illnesses they can contract by romping around without proper clothes on? They might be skeletons, but that doesn’t mean they’re immune to everything! Sometimes, they just need a little help (from on top of a stool so they can reach).
4. When Tone’s narcolepsy acts up, it’s only natural that his brother makes sure he’s protected and safe–even if it means Crow carrying him all the way back home where he can sleep in peace.
So, I got a lot of really positive
feedback about my post about salt in witchcraft, so here’s another one just for
you about iron!
Iron, like salt, has been used for many
thousands of years as a potent tool in the practices of witchcraft. Iron is one
of the most abundant metals in our planet, and is also a really great metal for
making into tools. It’s tough, hard, ductile and with a high melting point that
makes it ideal for situations in which you might need a tool to work under
extremely hot conditions. It’s also one of only three ferromagnetic metals
(along with nickel and cobalt), making it an essential part of most magnets and
In astrophysics, iron is extremely
important in the life cycle of stars. Iron is one of the most atomically stable
substances in the universe, and it’s also unique because it’s the first element
in the periodic table to require more energy to MAKE it than it gives out from
atomic fusion. This is important, because when a star gets older and fuses
hydrogen to make helium, helium to make beryllium and all the rest, once it
starts fusing atoms to make iron, the star begins to die. So, iron is an
element that signals the death of stars, and any element that weighs MORE than
iron (atomically speaking) can only be made in supernovas - that is, the
explosion that takes place when a really BIG star dies.
In biology, iron is one of the most
important elements in mammalian, reptilian and avian blood, because it’s the
element that we use in the chemical haemoglobin. This is the chemical in our
blood cells that binds to oxygen and keeps us alive. Crustaceans like lobsters
don’t use iron - they use copper, and instead make haemocyanin, which makes
their blood blue! However, just like in stars, iron can mean death for humans
as well. If we overdose on iron, we suffer from iron heavy metal poisoning;
when we get crushed by a heavy object we can suffer a disease called traumatic
rhabdomyolysis or Crush Syndrome, caused by vast amounts of myoglobin (another iron-based
compound, found in muscles, which gives them extra oxygen to use) entering our kidneys and killing them, and as a
result killing us.
Iron in science is an element of life,
death, and of many points in between. But what about its uses in witchcraft?
Witchy Facts about Iron!
Iron is stable. Iron’s stability,
both atomically and magickally, makes it a fantastic magickal conductor, and
also means that magick doesn’t seem to affect iron very much. Enchantments on
iron are never as strong as on other metals, and even the best witches will
have difficulty making an enchantment or other spell anchor properly. However,
this has the advantage that iron doesn’t pick up negative magick from
background sources, and it’s extremely unlikely that there will be issues with
ritual or altar tools made from iron. Keeping your magickal supplies inside an
iron or steel box, or a box that’s been nailed together with iron nails, will
prevent them from leaking out and attracting spirits that might cause harm.
Iron is protective. Along with
silver and a few other little bits and bobs, negative spirits and fae folk
cannot touch iron lest it burn them and cause them pain. Additionally, negative
magicks targetted at someone wearing an iron pendant will be attracted into the
pendant and then dispelled. This makes it an ideal protective charm for
everyday carry or everyday wear. This is why horseshoes are considered
lucky - back in Medieval times, when protection
against negative spirits and magick was much more widely practiced, poor
families would often be unable to afford much iron. However, a horseshoe is
made of iron, and comes with holes already cast into it, which allow you to
nail one over your door easily, which keeps out harmful spirits, magick, and
fae, who might seek to hurt you or your family.
Iron is inconspicuous. Anyone can
carry an iron nail after all, and a little piece of iron wrought and twisted
into a small pendant is far from a traditional witch’s item. Those secret
witches who perhaps do not live with accepting families or within an accepting
community or country can find great solace in the use of iron as a protective
Iron is cheap. Iron nails, iron
rods and iron knifes are pretty easy to get hold of and relatively quite cheap.
They’re versatile and not especially likely to draw attention to you - after
all, nobody’s likely to question why someone has a couple of iron nails twisted
into a pendant, and if they do question it, why it’s just an artistic display!
And of course, easy to replace with $5 worth of string, iron and a hammer.
Iron is ancient. Iron is one of the
oldest protective charms out there, right up with salt and sage. It’s been used
for literally thousands of years to protect people against everything from
wolves to armies to poltergeists. That’s a pretty impressive history!
Iron is practical! The best
cookware I’ve ever used has always been my cast iron cookware set, which makes
better food than I’ve ever tasted, and it’s very easy to clean. It’s also
extremely hardwearing - I wholly expect to one day be able to pass on my cast
iron frying pan and wok to my grandchildren, and it was already been owned by
my mother and father before me. Iron knifes are sharper and cut cleaner than
almost anything except obsidian, and high-carbon steel (an alloy of iron and
carbon) is the best cutting edge known in bushcrafting circles, where all the
best knives are made from it
I hope this helps all you lovely witches and magick users out there!
Soulmate AU with Werewolf!McCree and normal Human S/O?
Let’s go with classic, your-soulmate’s-name-is-written-on-your-arm au
You knew you shouldn’t have been out in the woods that late, but you had lost track of time while hiking. Now the sun was starting to sink below the horizon and you were still two miles from the trailhead. You kept walking as fast as your tired body would go. Behind you, the sun kept sinking, and the shadows got longer and longer. There was a full moon rising into the sky.
Just as the last bit of sun disappeared, a wolf howled and others took up the cry. You stopped. Damn, that sounded close. But you couldn’t stop now; you didn’t want to spend the night out here, so you kept walking. It wasn’t even two minutes when a deer ran out of the woods, past you, and kept going. Why would it…? Realizing the most probable reason, you grabbed onto a low hanging branch, and climbed into the tree. You were just in time, as you grabbed onto a higher branch, the wolf pack burst out on the trail. Smelling you, they gave up chasing the deer and began circling the tree you were in.
They were interested in you, but you couldn’t tell if they thought you were a meal or an intruder. One of them jumped at snapped at your feet. They missed, but they got close enough that you decided to move even higher. The higher branches weren’t as strong, but you thought they’d be able to hold your weight.
A loud growl interrupted your thoughts as another wolf appeared. It looked black, and it was bigger than the other wolves, bigger than a wolf should be. The other ones seemed scared of it, backing away from it. The giant wolf placed itself between your tree and the pack, growling savagely at them.
One of them decided to challenge the newcomer, leaping towards the back of the wolf’s neck. The big wolf easily snatched the smaller wolf out of the air and threw it back at the pack, snapping its teeth loudly at them.
The wolves got the hint and left, the would-be challenger limping slightly behind the others. The remaining wolf circled the tree, sniffing the air. Three times it went around the tree before laying down at the base. You stayed still, fearing that if you moved it would attract the giant wolf’s attention.
More than an hour passed, and neither the wolf nor you had moved. Your legs were starting to cramp; you had to move them. You decided to move to a nearby branch, not only was it an excuse to move but it would give you a better view of the wolf. Bracing yourself you swung around the trunk and settled on the new branch.
You realized your mistake too late; the branch wasn’t strong enough to hold your weight. Down you went crashing into the branches below, frantically trying to grab hold of one of them. You landed on the ground, knowing you were going to be covered in bruises and thinking you would be lucky if you hadn’t broken any bones.
Regardless of your injuries you tried to stand up and look for the wolf. The second part worked; the first didn’t. You landed on your knees, unable to stand. The wolf was only a few feet away. It had gotten to its feet and was looking at you. Shit, you thought. Please don’t be hungry.
The wolf looked at you, and cocked it’s head to one side. It took a step towards you, then another. It was right in front of you; if you reached out you could pet it. It lowered it’s snout to be level with your face, and licked you.
What? You must have hit your head on the way down, that was the only explanation. But it felt so real.
The wolf licked you a couple more times, then used its nose to push you until you were sitting with your back against the tree. It laid down at your feet. Oh, you definitely hit your head.
Slowly, you reached one hand up to your arm and pinched yourself. Hard. You stifled a yelp as you pinched yourself hard enough to give yourself another bruise.
The wolf was still at your feet but it was looking at you. It stood up again and came over to you, lying down with its head in your lap. This is to bizarre to be a dream.
You had every intention of staying awake all night, but you were so tired from your hike and the wolf’s head kept you warm; you didn’t remember falling asleep.
You awoke to an owl hooting. On the horizon you could see the first hints on the sun. Your backed ached from leaning against the tree. Why am I leaning against a tree? Suddenly, you remembered the events of the previous night, and looked down at you lap. The wolf was gone but there was a man with unruly brown hair, asleep with his head in your lap. The man was also naked.
“What the hell!” You jerked away and launched you self to your feet. The man’s head thudded on the ground, waking him up.
He blinked bleary-eyed at the sky. On hearing the string of swearing that was coming out of your mouth he looked at you. He blinked once. Twice. Then his eyes widened as he registered that you were there. “Uhhh, hi,” he said.
“Where the hell did you come from?” you demanded.
He regarded you for a second before saying, “Well, darlin’, did you see a giant black wolf last night?”
“Yes,” you said.
“That was me.”
What? “What are you, some kind of werewolf, or something?”
“Yes,” he looked serious. “Hey, would you mind telling me exactly what I did last night?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Naw, I black out when I transform.”
“Sure, I’ll tell you, just uh. You wanna take my jacket and cover yourself.”
He chuckled, “Okay.”
After he took your jacket and used it to cover his lap, you sat down and told him what happened. As you finished you said, “So, thanks for protecting me from those other wolves.”
“My pleasure,” he said standing. “If you don’t mind, I gotta a stash of clothing a couple miles in that I’m gonna go get. You probably want to get home.”
“Oh yeah,” you stood also. You stretched out your hand, “It was nice meet you…”
“Jesse,” he said. “Jesse McCree.”
You froze. No way. You froze, your mind racing to the tattoo on your left wrist. The name of your soulmate, who you tried to not to dwell on, knowing that you’d meet them when you met them. “[Name],” you said, a grin spreading over your face.
He looked at you, “Ya serious, darlin’?”
He returned your grin. “I don’t suppose you wanna walk with me to get my clothes, and then accompany me to breakfast?”
“I’d love to,” you can told him. “But you can keep my jacket while we walk.”
Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier
and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs
to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell
at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send
Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets
most of his job done.
Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in
the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice
before he found someone who actually knew
where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s
a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School
graduation, like, fifteen
And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about
him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an
angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According
to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in
person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree,
doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live
amongst the wolves.
to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a
thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He
doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when
on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska.
or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.
is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t
feel his toes)
when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking
next to Stiles’ rental car.
The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture
Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard
that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave
much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge
winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.
Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the
back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek
barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you
lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and
steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and
as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf.
“Now, help me out here, yeah?”
Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”
the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”
Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he
can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he
touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.
Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him
further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes
around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?”
Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing
hand over his head.
Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in
Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”
the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and
close the fucking door.”
Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be
okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek
smiles and runs his hands over her belly.
Stiles gets on his feet. He so
didn’t sign up for this.
he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”
Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”
snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak
out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he
realizes, and beautiful,
he adds mentally.
this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”
Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.”
He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles
shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are
just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the
interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at
his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I
use your bathroom before I go?”
Derek asks, standing up too.
gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but
what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like
this was Derek’s fault.
be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek
really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”
Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like
driving in the snow.”
does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but
as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.
everything beautiful in the world lives on my bed in the shape of a massachusetts boy covered in sweat and stars and muscle and the scent of bread. he teaches me to sleep without fear underneath living creaking rooftops and silent skies alike. he teaches me to eat peanut butter-and-marshmallow sandwiches with my noviate l.a. fingers; he teaches me to feel hungry & to think hungry. we move patiently together in tangles, coated in perfumed candelight, hunting for dropped love-crumbs in worn cotton sheets. i’m thinking how he is a light with weight, a moment with many futures. his head is warm on my bare breast and his voice is husky & laconic with sleepiness. my hands grow lost in the soft, cloying strands of his insistent dark hair. how small i feel, with his strong body enveloping mine! yet how powerfully my long legs stretch to pin him close. i am conflicted by a feverish lust and by nurturing, forever-feelings– both circling round each other like two protective wolves in my heart. but as he looks up at me, covered in sweat and stars and muscle and the scent of bread, with a look of love & muddy night-magic, i realize that they are two snarling halves of the same whole.
Summary: Logan had found a peaceful life with the reader, they lived on a small ranch, somewhat isolated from the rest of the world. Logan had tried to forget his past, but thinking that Victor Creed would forget him was a foolish hope. One particular night Logan and the reader are faced by two deadly threats, and Logan not only has to fight for his life, but for the reader’s as well.
A/N: I will never not love rancher Logan, too precious. I messed with the timeline so that he would remember Victor, so there’s that. Oh, and I wanted to include a dog in this, because why not? I hope that me naming it doesn’t bug you, but I would rather see the name Bandit than (Y/D/N) over and over again, if it does bug anyone, please let me know so I can fix it for the future.
Warnings: Language, blood and gore
Also, written with female pronouns but please don’t take offense! This is just the way I naturally write, but I am open to writing with any preferred pronouns so just lemme know!
You loved it when you were the first one to wake up. Seeing Logan sound asleep right next to you was a sight that would never get old. The few golden rays of sunshine that came in through your window landed upon his dark hair, making it shine. You smiled, wiggling your way closer to him until you could rest your head on his bare chest. Logan stirred slightly, but just enough to wrap his arms around you.
“Morning Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gravely.
“Good morning,” you said glancing down at the dog at the foot of your bed.
The dog’s head perked up at the sounds of your voices, his pointy ears turning toward you.
“We have a lot to do today,” Logan said, running his hand up and down your arm.
“I know,” you sighed, tilting your head upwards and planting a kiss on Logan’s cheek before siting up.
You stretched your arms before sliding out of bed, Logan doing the same. You shuffled out of your bedroom with your pajamas on, your bare feet sliding along the cold wood floors of your home. Your house was small, but it had all the space the two of you needed, well three including your dog, Bandit. You soon reached your kitchen, crouching down to pull a loaf of bread out of your cabinet. After inserting two slices of bread into your toaster, you turned on your stove before preceding to pull a cartridge of eggs out of your fridge.
The sound of paws on the floor followed by footsteps caused you to look towards your bedroom, sure enough revealing Logan followed by an all-too-happy dog. Logan wore a familiar flannel, jeans, and boots, and you could see the outlines of his muscles as he walked. You smiled at him as the toast from before popped behind you.
“Getting a start on that fence?” you questioned, drumming your fingers on the counter-top in front of you.
Logan nodded, walking next to you and planting a kiss on your forehead.
“If I’m lucky I’ll get it done today,” he said.
The two of you needed to fix your barbed-wire fence, the winter had been hard on it and it had fallen down in several places. It kept unwanted animals out, and it was important that you finished it soon.
“Don’t push yourself too hard,” you murmured as you turned to face him.
“I’ll be fine,” Logan held your gaze.
“And be safe by the trees,” you added.
Logan nodded, beginning to walk out of your house before you hollered at him.
“Wait, you need breakfast,” you grabbed the toast out of your toaster and handed it to him.
Logan took the food from you gratefully, “I’m leaving Bandit with you.”
“Deal,” you said watching as Logan exited the house, your dog looking at you and wagging his tail.
You smiled down at your pet before continuing your morning routines. After eating breakfast and feeding your dog, you walked back into your bedroom. Pulling open one of your dresser drawers and taking out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Once you had your new clothes on, you grabbed your boots, sliding them on and pulling your hair back.
Bandit looked up at you with perked ears, ready to start the day. You scratched behind his ears before exiting your house. Once outside, you began your walk towards your small barn. The sun was warm on you as you walked, but a cool breeze still provided a brisk environment. The barbed-wire fence beside you swayed ever so slightly as you walked, the tall grass on the other side following suit. You averted your attention from the scenery and looked towards the small barn now in front of your face.
As you swung open the large door, you noticed how the paint was chipping on both sides.
“Another job for another day,” you murmured to no one in particular.
After studying the contents of your barn, you began your daily activities. You glided through what you needed to do just like any other day. It wasn’t until you were checking the fence line next to your horses that you noticed something was strange. You glanced down at your dog, whose fur had bristled. You noticed that all of the usual chirping of birds had stopped, and the horses near you had started to pounce around uneasily. You got a bad feeling in your gut, you spoke to your dog.
“Lets go find Logan.”
As if your dog was agreeing, Bandit started to walk in the opposite direction from which you had came. You only had to cross a couple of hills before the familiar tree line appeared at your side, hiding who knows what. The fence next to you was to mainly keep cows out and horses in, but you decided to jump over it anyway, wanting the little protection it offered. Your dog crawled underneath with you, on high alert.
You walked for a couple more minutes before you saw the familiar head of dark hair in the distance. Logan’s back was facing you, but the sight of him relieved you of some of your fears. Once Bandit noticed Logan he took off like a bullet, and you watched with a smile on your face as he playfully jumped on Logan. After calming the dog Logan looked to you, still a couple of yards away, he smiled and waved in your direction. You smiled back, and your pace intensified, soon enough you were being squished into a tight embrace by Logan.
“What brings you out here Love?” Logan asked before releasing you.
“Just wanted to come check on you. Things have been…off,” you said.
“I noticed it too,” Logan said, picking up his hammer off of the ground and turning back towards the fence.
“Can I help you?” you asked.
Logan looked to you, large smile on his face.
“I love you,” was all he said.
Taking that as a yes, you began working with Logan on the fence. The two of you worked together as an efficient team, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. In between your small talk and endless jokes, time passed rather quickly, and the two of you got a lot done. Before you knew it the sun started to dip down, and you had finished the section of the fence you wanted to get done.
You stretched your arms behind your back, “I think we did pretty good.”
Logan opened his mouth to respond, but growling of your dog prevented him from doing so. Mere seconds later, a loud howl erupted from the forest in front of you. With wide eyes your head whipped to Logan.
“We’re leaving, now,” he said, swiftly picking up the box of staples and hammer on the ground.
You walked in the direction you needed to go, grabbing a wood post that you had discarded to the ground, mostly because you didn’t want to leave it, but partially for self defense. As you stood up your attention turned to the forest right in front of you, with a chill you realized that a pair of yellow eyes was looking at you. Your heart stopped, and slowly you backed up, but the pair of eyes in front of you was getting closer. You raised the wood post in your hands.
“Logan-” you began, but the wolf lunged.
With horrifying speed the animal jumped over the fence, directly at you. The wolf’s jaw enclosed around the post in your hands, it’s paws hitting your chest and pinning you to the ground. Now fully revealed, the wolfs brown fur shone in the light. You cried out as your breath was pushed from your lungs. The crushing weight of the animal left you pinned down, but it was abruptly relieved.
You whipped your head to where the animal flew, standing up abruptly.
“Logan,” you cried as you realized who it was who had tackled the wolf off of you.
Logan’s claws were outstretched, the metallic weapons made you realize how serious the situation was. You never thought of how deadly Logan could be, whenever you saw his claws it was because he had a nightmare, not because he was fighting for his life, or your life. Bandit was frantically running around the two, growling and barking at the predator that Logan had pushed to the ground.
You watched in horror as the wolf sank its fangs into Logan’s forearm. Logan cried out, but slashed down with his free arm, sinking his claws into the wolf. The wolf instantly went limp, and without thinking, you ran. Logan’s attention was on you instantly, and you barreled into his arms.
“Are you alright?” he asked you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“Am I alright? Are you alright?” you asked frantically, grabbing his arm and inspecting where the wolf had latched on.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, and sure enough the wound on his arm was healing as you spoke.
Your eyes locked with his as you said, “Wolves don’t travel alone.”
Logan nodded, “We’re getting out of here.”
Without another word the two of you started running, running towards your house. It wasn’t until five more wolves emerged that you had to stop moving. Your heart hammered in your ears and you could barely breathe.
“Get behind me,” Logan said.
Doing as instructed, you watched as the wolves started to circle around you. Logan stared down the wolves, waiting for one to engage, waiting for something to happen. Your dog growled, standing in front of you protectively.
“Damn, I guess the wolves beat me to it,” the foreign voice from behind you made you whirl towards it.
As your eyes fell on a man in a black coat, you noticed that every bone in Logan’s body had doubled in tension.
“Who the hell are you?” you exclaimed.
The wolves around you continued to circle, but didn’t engage. It was as though they were waiting to see what the new predator would do.
“Aw, you didn’t tell her about me?” the mysterious man said, but he was talking to Logan.
“What do you want Victor,” Logan snarled.
Your shoulders tensed, you didn’t know what was going on, or who Victor was. Logan rarely talked about his past, and you knew him well enough not to pry.
“That’s easy brother…” you jaw nearly dropped open as he spoke, “I want revenge.”
Victor let out a primitive growl before jumping over the wolves, and straight for Logan. The force of the impact caused Logan to smack into you, sending you flying backwards. Sprawled on the ground you groaned, only to realize the wolf flying towards you. You barely had time to scream as your dog intercepted the fatal attack.
The wolf cried out as you stood up, grabbing the wood post from earlier. Your dog had latched onto the wolf’s neck, and you ran over, swinging the post at the animal and watching it go limp, just for another set of claws to sink into your leg. You gasped in pain, swinging your makeshift weapon down on the new wolf that had attacked you. The wolf didn’t give up, its teeth dug into the back of your calf. You screamed in pain, sinking to the ground.
Your dog was fending off the other three wolves, and you couldn’t see Logan or Victor. Your senses were dulled, and all you could focus on was the pain in your leg.
“Not like this you bitch,” you gasped, swinging your weapon back at the animal and knocking it’s grip loose.
The wolf jumped at you again, but you intercepted the blow with a kick from your good leg. The wolf whined, but didn’t give up until another good hit from the wood post. You didn’t have time to appreciate the damage you had done, you had other wolves to account for. Not to mention the ear piercing scream that emerged out of nowhere.
Sure enough, Logan’s voice erupted throughout the hills in agony.
“Logan!” you screamed, trying to stand up, but tumbling back onto your knees.
“No, no, no, no,” you cried, a steady trail of tears falling down your face from both pain and fear.
You heard your dog behind you wince, quickly followed by a sickening thud. You twirled around to see Bandit limp at the end of a fence post, the new found darkness made it so you couldn’t see where he was hurt. A wolf jumped towards the defenseless dog.
“No!” you screamed, throwing the post in your hands at the animal.
You succeeded in stopping the animal, but now it and its companions were turned towards you. The remnants of the pack growled, advancing towards you.
“Scram mutts,” Victor’s voice erupted through the tension.
The wolves did as told surprisingly, avoiding the attacks of a new threat.
Turning your attention to him in terror, you asked, “Where’s Logan?”
“Isn’t that cute? The princess is worried about her brute,” he spat.
Your fists clenched at your sides.
“He won’t be getting up any time soon,” he said, and without another word he advanced on you, sinking his claws into your shoulder.
You exclaimed in pain, helpless as he pushed you to the ground and hovered over your face. Fangs bared, he lowered his head to your level and hissed in your ear. You squirmed in his grip, but to no avail. Victor took one of his claws and sliced down your arm, drawing blood. You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t see, all you could do was feel the pain you were in.
“You’re sick,” you managed.
“I’ve been called worse-” Victor’s words were cut off abruptly.
“Don’t you fucking touch her.”
Logan’s voice was like a beacon of hope. You moved ever so slightly, squinting your eyes so that you could see what was happening. Logan was standing over Victor, who was clutching his side. Logan’s clothing was blood-soaked and shredded, but he held strong. His claws were extended and his knuckles were red.
“Go to hell,” he growled at Victor.
“I’ll see you there,” Victor gasped, and before he could say anything else, Logan’s claws went straight through his chest.
You watched as Victor’s body went limp. You felt something wet touching your ear, and you turned to see it was your dog’s tongue. Tears of joy erupted form your body, seeing that everyone you loved was okay was all you could ask for.
“(Y/N),” Logan exclaimed, reaching you as quickly as he could.
As he reached you Logan pulled you to him as softly as possible.
“It’s going to be alright Sweetheart,” he said, gathering you up into his arms before standing.
You could see the pain in his features, you could see how afraid he was. With a good amount of effort you were able to raise your hand, cupping his cheek.
“My hero,” you mumbled.
Logan’s body was so warm against yours, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep peacefully.
“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking.
“I love you too,” you managed.
Logan lowered his lips to yours, pulling you against him tighter. You knew he would have a hard time letting go from now on, you knew he would tell you everything, and you knew you would only love him more.
“I’m going to get you home,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You smiled despite the pain you were in. You were in rough shape, but you couldn’t help but be thankful. You couldn’t help but be thankful for the loving man who was holding you in his arms.