Hardsara

[ WARNING! I Reblog Spicy Stories Minor DNI! you are responsible for reading ] F,26 , do sparkly & horror art. just here for fun go to the other socials for more art :)

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

GatorLoki - Do i look like meme - original sound by Kali Tbh on vine

I love gatorloki from the loki show. i have seen alot of art memes and though this one would be perfect :D hope you like it :3

art/animation by (C) Hardsara

sound by (C) Kali tbh on vine

[laufeysonbarnes3000]

His best friend and His queen

pairing: Avenger Loki Laufeyson x reader (fem in mind reader wears dress, heels, and makeup royal beauty standards implied as reason so not out of enjoyment specifically)

warnings: Best friends to lovers, confessions, yearning Loki, lovesick idiots, pure fluff, no use of y/n, nickname (darling)

not proofread we die like men lol

word count: 1.1k

summary: Loki is only openly soft for one person and that person is his best friend his usual sass and snapping remarks are nonexistent for her.

asked by my Favorite writer @venigrantrogers Thank you for this request!!! I hope you love it! I tried really hard! 💚💚💚💚💚

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamersweb92/815114947417751552/may-i-request-something-best-friends-to-lovers?source=share

Loki's days are spent in routine everywhere he goes. You're on his mind whether he's in the palace library, sparring Thor, in the middle of a real battle the only thing that's consistent in his chaos is his obvious love for you.

Being Loki's best friend has its perks for starters no man, prince or knight dared to approach you because Loki has turned people into mice for much less. 

One thing for sure that was for sure a perk of Loki being in your life was his full attention on you all the time sometimes you swore he knew you better then you did.

Sad? Loki already had your favorite snacks and he'd make sure no one bothered you for however long you needed.

Anxious? Loki would say something silly just to make you laugh.

Insecure? Loki will flirt with you until you're a blushing mess like when you had mentioned in passing that you hadn't liked how this one article of clothing fitted and Loki just said to take it off since he knew you'd look better without it.

Stressed? Loki was already reworking your day so that you could relax in his room with one of his books.

Unfortunately there was one downside to being Loki's best friend and that was the royal events.

He had to attend a lot as a prince of asgard. You being his best friend and the only person that he wants with him at all times were always his plus one.

Soft music floated through the air of the ballroom, a glass in your hand that you're holding a little too tightly, a forced smile on your face internally cursing how weak you get for Loki's damn puppy eyes. 

Loki stood next to you giving you apologetic glances every few minutes since the man that was in front of you both had been just the latest of the many people who had approached Loki. 

After the man had finally excused himself, Loki immediately turned to you offering his hand.

"Care for a dance darling?~" 

Loki’s voice was a smooth purr he knew for a fact his teasing flirting would help ease the tension you felt from another person being too scared to even acknowledge you. 

"If you insist, my prince" 

 Loki huffs a slight laugh at you using his title as you set your glass down gently he doesn't take his eyes off you as always its like his eyes are just glued to you with a soft sigh you take his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Dancing with Loki was just another benefit to being his best friend. 

It was always magically the way he’d focus on you as he spun you around his touch, always gentle never drifted or made you feel uncomfortable.

Even when he pulled you close, he was always careful, always watching your face for any hints of discomfort.

His sole focus on you never fails to make the room disappear like a spell.

The ball is finally winding down after four mindless hours of polite chatter and forced smiles without words. Loki leads you to his personal chambers as always that's where you destress after such mindless events.

As always as soon as you're in his room you lay down on the couch after kicking off your dreadful heels loki sits down next to you leaning his head on the back of the couch.

"darling?"

Loki's voice was soft while falling asleep.

"hm?"

you hum in response to be comfortable to really speak.

"Would it be possible to move to my bed to sleep properly? I think we'd be more comfortable."

You open your eyes to peek at him and Loki is already looking down at you with a soft nervousness in his eyes.

"Loki, we've been best friends for years, yes we can move to your bed to be more comfortable."

You sat up slowly definitely sleepy, you barely had time to let out a huff of annoyance that you'd have to take off your make up and the dress you had to wear for the royal event when in a flash of green your face was clean and you were suddenly in one of Loki's shirts and some sleep shorts. You looked over at him with a soft smile that made Loki smile back.

A few minutes later you're both lying in the silk sheets of his bed, your head on his chest, legs tangled. It was intimate but something about it being loki made it feel perfect like this was something you always did which to be fair boundaries with loki have never fully existed.

Loki's hand playing with your hair made you smile only took him a few minutes to get you to the edges of sleep. 

Loki on the other hand was now wide awake he couldn't keep in his feelings any longer and it was bubbling over while watching how you melted into him and trusted him so freely.

"I love you so much."  He spoke in a soft voice like one you'd use to worship.

It took you a moment to process what he had said, your tired brain so close to sleep you almost thought you imagined it but then you felt his hand cup your face to encourage you to look up at him you blinked a few times to clear the almost sleep from your eyes.

"I love you too Loki." 

Your voice is quiet from almost falling asleep.

"Grant me the honor of calling you mine?~" 

His voice is more rough now as he stares down into your eyes like you hung the stars.

"I'm as much yours as you are mine loki it's just official now~" you breathed out softly because of the way a god like him is so devoted to only you and isn't afraid to show it.

Loki cupped your chin and tilted it up and kissed you properly so soft and sweet like he could pour all his love for you into this kiss.

It didn't feel like a first, it wasn't rushed or clumsy, it was like coming home because it was.

When you both parted for air he smiled, kissing your forehead.

"Sleep my queen you’ll need your rest for later~"

Now safe and warm in his arms you feel truly at peace like you could face a thousand more royal events because you'd have Loki at your side. 

Drifting off to sleep you know one thing for certain… 

You were meant to be His Queen.

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

so cute😭

[vbecker10]

Omg, could you please do a Loki story where Jotuns are basically space penguins, so now Loki has a crush on you and is frantically and meticulously looking for the perfect pebble to give you while Thor just watches and laughs.

The Pebble and the Frost Giant

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: Loki is trying to deny his feelings for you so he doesn't ruin your friendship but when he passes an area filled with pebbles and small rocks, he's unable to resist the urge to bring one back for you and tell you he loves you.

A/N: OMG! This is the cutest ask ever, I literally had to write it the second I got it. Most of the time it takes a week or so for me to get an idea from an ask but this one was pretty instant. Thank you so much for sending this, I really hope you like it! 💚

Also, I absolutely love the movie The Pebble and the Penguin! If anyone hasn't seen it, you should! 🐧

"Come on brother," Thor pats Loki on the knee and the younger prince looks up from his book in annoyance.

"I'm not going," Loki resumes reading as if Thor isn't there.

The older Asgardian sighs, "We've got at least an hour until the jet takes off. Let's go down by the water."

"I'm perfectly fine here," he licks his finger before flipping the page. Thor grins and pulls the book from his brother's grasp. "Give it back you oaf!"

"Just twenty minutes," Thor holds the book over his head.

"This trick worked much better when we were children and you towered over me," the younger prince easily reaches up to grip the book.

Before Loki can pull it free from his brother's grasp, Thor yanks it back and tosses it to the ground at their feet. "This is uncalled for," Loki bends to pick up the book but suddenly falls back, landing hard on the jet floor with a grunt.

"Is there a problem?" Thor asks with a smirk.

"No," Loki looks down at Mjolnir as it rests on top of his book. He stands, flicking his hand to produce a second book from his pocket dimension in a haze of green smoke. "I'll just read this-"

Thor chuckles as he pulls the book free from Loki a second time.

"Seriously?" The God of Mischief asks with a defeated sigh.

"Twenty minutes on the beach and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," Thor offers.

"For the rest of the week," Loki counters.

"Fine," the God of Thunder agrees and Loki's second book vanishes as the two brothers step out of the jet.

Thor and Loki walk down by the water in silence, the older Asgardian's eyes drift up towards the clouds floating by while Loki scans the beach in boredom. He looks down to check his watch when he's suddenly distracted by a small pile of tide polished stones ahead of him. Without thinking, he leaves his brother's side and begins walking towards them.

"Where are you going?" Thor asks but Loki doesn't answer. He's too focused on the scattered rocks in front of him.

He kneels down, picking up a stone from the top of the pile, looking at it closely then tossing it to the side. "No," Loki mumbles to himself as he picks up a second then a third rock. "No," he shakes his head as he examines each for a few seconds.

"Loki," Thor comes closer, standing over his younger brother as he discards a handful of stones. Without a word, Loki gets up and moves to a nearby pile. "Okay seriously, what are you doing?"

"None of these are good," Loki answers, dusting his sand covered hands on his pants.

"They're rocks," Thor chuckles, amused by his brother's sudden obsession.

"Yes but there has to be one here that's good enough," Loki says. "Not just good, no, it needs to be perfect," he adds in a quieter tone.

"You're not making any sense," he follows the younger prince to yet another pile. "Perfect for what?"

"For who," Loki responds vaguely.

Thor thinks as he follows his brother along the beach, trying figure out who Loki is referring to. To say he has few friends is an understatement, there's really only one person who even comes to mind. "Do you mean Y/N?" Thor asks.

Loki nods, his attention stolen away by an almost perfect stone. Almost isn't good enough though, he thinks as he tosses it towards the water in frustration.

"Why do you need to find one for Y/N?" Thor asks as Loki sits on the sand and picks up a handful of rocks, throwing each away one at a time. "Does she collect rocks? I've heard some Midgardians do that. I wonder if that's more interesting than collecting stamps like Jane does?"

Loki doesn't answer this time, too lost in what he's doing, what he needs to do. I have to find it, he thinks. I don't have time for Thor and his ridiculous line of questions. It doesn't matter if he understands why, Norns I don't even understand why but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is finding Y/N the perfect stone. It can't be too big or too small, the size of her palm should work. It can't be broken, no cracked edges or holes, that won't do either. It needs to be perfect because- his frantic thoughts are cut off by his brother shouting.

"Norns! I know what you're doing," he stands over his brother who shifts to stay out of his shadow.

"I doubt that," Loki says without looking up from the stones in his hand. Because I don't know what I'm doing, he thinks.

"You're in love with Y/N," the older god announces when Loki gets up again to continue down the beach.

"Don't be absurd," Loki denies the truth he hides from everyone including you as he kneels down and begins the process of picking up each stone in the new pile one at a time.

"You are!" Thor laughs excitedly. "This is a Jotun thing."

"What Jotun thing?" Loki looks up at his brother.

"I know this! I read about it when we were younger," Thor says then sighs as he thinks. "I can't remember the technical term for it but when Jotun men are in love, they bring their potential partner a stone as like a proposal."

"What?" Loki asks as he sits in the sand and looks up at his brother. He had never heard of this tradition before now but he also knows very little about his Jotun heritage. When he was a child, frost giants scared him terribly so he never studied them. Now that he knows the truth, he is almost too afraid to learn what horrid tales about them were accurate and which were only made up stories.

"Penguins on Midgard do it too," Thor continues excitedly as he remembers what he read centuries ago. "Ahh! Pebbling, that's what they call it. You're pebbling, you can't help it, it's like an instinct Jotun's have."

"That's ridiculous Thor. I'm not pebbling, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not in love with-" Loki tries to argue with his brother but the words die as he finally finds it. The perfect stone for the most perfect woman on Midgard, Loki thinks as he turns it over in his hand. Norns help me, my brother is right and I'm not sure I'll be able to hide my feelings for her any longer.

Loki opens your office door after knocking and you get up from your desk as soon as he steps inside. "Hi," you greet him happily, meeting him in the middle of the room. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," he smiles when you wrap your arms around him. "I'm glad to be back," Loki says but what he really means is that he's glad to be back with you.

You rest your head on his chest and his hands settle on your back, holding you tightly to him. You could stay in his arms forever and sometimes you think Loki might let you. He doesn't let go first, he never does.

"You know you spoil me with these hugs," you tell him and he chuckles. "You're going to make me think I'm special cause I'm the only person that gets them."

He rubs your back lightly with one hand, "You are special."

You blush and slowly drop your arms, taking a step away from him. You don't want to let go but if he keeps talking like that, you're afraid you'll do something stupid like kiss him.

Loki's heart pounds in his chest when he catches a glimpse of your blush despite your best efforts to hide it. "I have something for you," he says, clearing his throat.

"You do? You didn't have to do that," you tell him as a smile spreads across your face. You can't help but feel excited by the idea that Loki thought of you while he was away. He never brought anything back for you before.

"It's nothing big," he says with a shrug, "It's actually probably stupid." This was a bad idea, he thinks. How could I possibly think she would accept a silly rock and suddenly be mine? I never should have listened to my idiot brother. Loki puts his hand in his coat pocket, running his thumb over the flat edge anxiously.

"I'm sure it's not stupid," you tell him, putting your hand on his arm. "What is it?"

He sighs and you can tell he's nervous which you find both adorable and interesting. You've never seen him act so unsure of himself and it really makes you want to hug him again.

He pulls a palm sized flat stone out of his pocket. It's perfectly circular and a pale gray with a hint of a blue when it catches the light. "I found it on the beach while we were waiting for the jet," he tries to steady his hand when you take it. He knows it's just a simple rock but the Jotun part of him is truly desperate for you to accept it, to accept him.

You smile and take it from him, bringing it close so you can study the smooth stone, "Loki it's so pretty."

"Really?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yeah," you nod quickly, your eyes still on the gift as you walk over to the window and turn it on the light. "Oh, look! it sparkles in the sun," you giggle.

He breaths a sigh of relief and walks over to you. "You like it?"

"I love it," you reach up and kiss the god's cheek lightly without thinking. "I'm sorry," you apologize quickly but when you look up at Loki you're completely surprised by his reaction.

His cheeks redden and he smiles. "It's quite alright," he tells you, his eyes never leaving yours.

You giggle, suddenly feeling even more nervous than you would have if Loki had seemed uncomfortable with the kiss and take a step away from him. Turning your back to him, you move to your desk but you can feel him following you, "I'm gonna keep it right here so I can see it when I miss you." You place the stone in between a photo of your friends and a mug your nephew made you.

"You miss me?" he asks.

"Yeah... when you're away on missions," you suddenly worry this conversation is going to lead to you accidentally telling your friend you love him if you don't figure out how to keep your mouth shut.

"I miss you when I'm gone too," Loki moves a bit closer to you until he's right behind you.

You turn to face him again, "Really?" You can't help but not believe him. For months you've been hoping he might care for you the way you care for him but its been so difficult to get past all of his walls.

He nods, "Always Y/N. The second the jet takes off, I start counting down the minutes until I can see you again."

Now it's your turn to blush deeply when he reaches out to take your hand. When you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, you suddenly get enough to courage to open up a bit more. "I try to plan my meetings around when I know you'll be back," you tell him. "This way I'm free to see you as soon as your home."

He chuckles and cups your cheek, "I would storm in here even if you were in a meeting with Fury just for one of your hugs."

You giggle knowing he's not lying.

"Y/N," he says, "Since we're being honest, I need to tell you one more thing." You bite your lip but the way he smiles relaxes you instantly. "I want to be more than just your friend, I want to take you on a date." I want you to be mine because I love you, he almost adds but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You're unable to form any words at first, looking up at Loki nodding which causes him to laugh a little nervously. "I'm not sure if that's a yes," he says.

"Yes!" you finally find your words but then they flow a little too freely. "I love y-" you stop and correct yourself hoping he won't notice your slip. "I would love to go out with you."

He strokes your cheek gently, moving closer to you as he puts his other hand on your lower back. "That's not what you were going to say," he smirks, the confident Loki you know returning swiftly.

You shake your head and bite your lip, suddenly losing your nerve.

"Fine, I'll go first," his lips are inches from yours. "I am hopelessly in love with you darling."

As soon as the words leave Loki's lips, you press your lips to his, closing your eyes and gripping the fabric on the back of his jacket. He kisses you back and when you finally break the kiss and chuckles, kissing your nose lightly. "Go on, say it," he smiles, holding you close.

You giggle, "I love you too, Loki."

A few weeks later, you walk with Natasha and Wanda through Central Park on the way back from lunch. You nod as you listen to Wanda complain about Tony, agreeing with her when you accidentally kick a rock on the path in front of you. You stop to take a look at it and smile.

"What are you doing?" Nat asks as you bend down for a closer look.

"I don't know, I just thought this one looked cool," you tell them.

"The rock?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah," you pick it up and turn it over in your hand. It's not very large but the rough stone is heart shaped and such a deep gray it's almost black. "I think Loki might like it."

"You two are so weird," Nat laughs.

You smile and put it in your pocket, "That's why we're such a cute couple."

I hope you liked this!! Please like, share and comment if you did 💚💚 Please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!

@soubi001 @mochie85 @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @multyunervisesuperfan @cabingrlandrandomcrap @icytrickster17 @mjsthrillernp @holdmytesseract @lulubelle814 @alexakeyloveloki @siconetribal @eleniblue @ash-muses @muddyorbsblr @loz-3 @firedrakegirl @wolfsmom1 @anukulee @sabspoetic @beaniemoon @peaches1958 @catsladen @michellewgrt @soulpiercing @lcolumbia1988 @lelliefant @crimson25 @jaidenhawke @lovingchoices14 @jennyggggrrr @itscomplicatedx @goblingirlsarah @witchylittlegrl @motherofmischief

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Family Christmas || Loki ||

A/n: i miss writing for him, everyone lives AU

Snow had been falling since dawn, soft, quiet, the kind of snow Loki had learned to tolerate only because you loved it.

The suburban house sat on a sleepy New York street, modest and unassuming. Beige siding. A wreath on the door. Multicolored lights slightly uneven because Loki had refused to let Thor help hang them last year and had done it himself with levitation and a simmering grudge.

Inside, peace reigned.

For now.

The living room glowed warm and gold. A tree stood in the corner, real, because you insisted, and Loki had complained the entire drive home from the tree farm about sap, bugs, and “the sheer barbarism of murdering a pine for sentimentality.” He had still carried it on his shoulder the whole way back.

Your children were sprawled on the rug.

One was building an aggressively crooked LEGO tower.

The other was wearing reindeer antlers and dramatically whispering threats to a stuffed dragon.

Loki sat on the couch beside you, one arm around your shoulders, the other holding a mug of something definitely stronger than cocoa despite the festive marshmallows floating on top.

He exhaled.

Content.

Domestic.

Wearing a green sweater you had bought him that read OH WHAT FUN in glittering gold letters. He hated it. He wore it anyway.

“This,” he said quietly, eyes half-lidded, “is acceptable.”

You snorted, leaning into him. “High praise.”

“I did not say enjoyable,” Loki replied, watching your youngest attempt to fit an entire candy cane into their mouth at once. “But I am… not actively plotting anyone’s demise.”

Progress.

The fireplace crackled. Nat King Cole played softly from a speaker. The house smelled like cinnamon, pine, and the sugar cookies you and the kids had decorated earlier, half of which were lopsided blobs with too many sprinkles.

Loki’s shoulders finally lowered from their usual permanent tension.

Then—

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

The front door shook.

The walls shook.

The reindeer antlers fell off one child’s head, covering their eyes.

Loki froze.

You felt it instantly, the way his spine went rigid, the way his jaw clenched, the way his pupils narrowed like a cornered god sensing an incoming migraine.

“…No,” he whispered.

The knocking continued.

"No.no.no...how did he!" Loki dug his nails into his palm.

“BROTHER!” a booming voice called from outside. “WE HAVE BROUGHT CHEER!”

Loki’s eye twitched.

Your eldest looked up. “Is that Uncle Thor?”

Loki slowly set his mug down.

Very slowly.

“Yes,” he said, voice tight. “That is your uncle. The one who does not understand doors. Or volume. Or boundaries.”

You were already standing. “I’ll get it.”

“I will prepare myself,” Loki muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Possibly for death.”

You opened the door.

Cold air rushed in, along with Thor.

He filled the doorway like a walking holiday parade, red cape dusted with snow, grin blinding, arms spread wide.

“SISTER-IN-LAW!” Thor boomed. “BROTHER! CHILDREN OF MISCHIEF AND MIDGARD!”

Behind him...stold

Steve Rogers, holding a pie and looking apologetic already.

Tony Stark, wearing a Santa hat and filming on his phone. “Oh this place is adorable. Loki lives like a Hallmark movie.”

Clint Barton, carrying a sack of presents and waving. “Hey, kids.”

Natasha Romanoff, already slipping off her boots like she owned the place.

Bruce Banner, holding hot chocolate he clearly didn’t trust himself not to spill while Sam and Bucky bickered over the park job.

And finally Wanda Maximoff, smiling softly, snow still in her hair with Vision by her side.

Loki stood up.

He did not yell.

Which was a miracle.

“Thor,” he said flatly. “Why are they here.” His teeth were now clenched.

Thor beamed. “You said you were spending Christmas quietly.”

“Yes.”

“So I brought the Avengers!” Thor said, as if this was flawless logic.

Loki stared at him.

Then at the group.

Then at his tree.

His eye twitched harder.

“I specifically moved to a suburban cul-de-sac,” Loki said slowly, “to avoid exactly this.”

Tony waved. “You moved three blocks from a Starbucks, Rock of Ages. You knew what you were doing.”

One of the kids gasped. “Iron Man!”

“Yep,” Tony said, kneeling. “Still shiny. Still rich. Want a selfie?”

Loki inhaled.

Exhaled.

Inhaled again.

You placed a calming hand on his arm—the same grounding move you used back when he woke up from nightmares of New York and the TVA and everything in between.

“They’re here now,” you murmured. “We can survive one afternoon.”

“One,” Loki repeated darkly.

Thor clapped his hands. “Excellent! Let the feast begin!”

“There is no feast,” Loki snapped.

The oven timer went off, because of course it would mock him.

You winced.“…Okay, there is some ham.”

Chaos erupted immediately.

Clint helped the kids open presents he absolutely did not ask permission to bring.

Tony rearranged Loki’s mantle decorations and got stabbed in the hand by mistletoe Loki had definitely enchanted.

Nat and Steve were already in the kitchen helping you plate food while Sam and Bucky were making a mess.

Bruce apologized every time he bumped into furniture.

Wanda helped untangle Christmas lights using magic while pretending she wasn’t.

Thor tried to hang Mjölnir on the coat rack.

It collapsed.

Loki sat back down on the couch like a man watching his life flash before his eyes.

His blood pressure was rising. He could feel it. A god knew when his temples throbbed like that.

“This is why I fake my death,” he muttered.

Your youngest climbed into his lap, holding up a badly decorated cookie. “Daddy, look! I made it green!”

Loki blinked.

His expression softened instantly.

"It is magnificent,” he said, brushing crumbs off the child’s cheek. “A triumph of chaos and sugar.”

The child beamed.

Thor noticed. “Ah! See, brother? You are enjoying yourself!”

“I am enduring,” Loki corrected. “Heroically.”

Tony flopped onto the other end of the couch. “You know, this is huge character growth. Suburbia. Sweaters. Children. No stabbing.”

Loki turned to him slowly. “Do not tempt me on Christmas.”

Steve laughed quietly from the doorway.

Later, somehow, everyone ended up crammed into the living room.

The kids passed out in a blanket pile, full of sugar and excitement.

Thor told an excessively loud story involving goats and frost giants.

Clint dozed in an armchair.

Vision and Bruce helped clean up wrapping paper.

You leaned against Loki, exhausted but warm.

Loki sighed.

The chaos had settled.

He looked around at the mess, the people, the lights, the quiet breathing of his children.

“…I suppose,” he admitted reluctantly, “it could have been worse.”

You smiled. “High praise again.”

He kissed your temple, voice low. “Next year, I am casting a spell that makes Thor forget our address.”

From across the room, Thor looked up. “WHAT WAS THAT?”

Loki smiled sweetly.“Nothing, brother. Merry Christmas.”

And somehow...against all odds...it was

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

this is so cute!!!🥰🎄🤩

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

MERRY CHRISTMAS / GOD JUL!!🥰❤️

Hope everyone has a good holiday!! And alots of extra love and hugs to those who still has to work, go to school, don't have enyone, are sick or just don't feel the holidays this year!!❤️

[Pic taken by ME in Stockholm, Kungsträdgården (kings garden) ]

[tarithenurse]

The GOAT

FANDOM: MCU AU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader.

WORD COUNT: 1820.

SUMMARY: It’s a tradition to watch the Gävle Goat/Gävlebocken and either hope for its fiery destruction or survival. You hadn’t expected to find anything other than straw when you first became a Goatee...but you found so much more.

CONTENT: Wrong Gävlebocken lore, online friendship, pining, fluff, first kiss.

A/N: Just a silly idea I had while watching the goat and the chat. Here’s a link to the wiki page about Gävlebocken. Huge, enormous thanks to my beta reader, @lolathecorso – I feel the language is coming alive and she’s keeping my will to write bright. As per usual, please like, comment, and especially reblog - that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

The GOAT

It’s a tradition: at the end of November, a giant straw goat is erected in the Swedish town of Gävle, and a live feed begins, allowing people all over the world to keep an eye on the majestic creature – including you.

You first learned about the tradition of the goat through social media, where people were celebrating the fact that it had been burned! Appalled, you started digging deeper...only to discover that the arson was almost as much a tradition as the goat itself. The wiki was rich with explanations and links, and before long, you found yourself wanting to join the annual watchers – but you were obviously too late that year.

Or so you thought.

A few days later, social media began circulating a rumour that a new goat had been raised. You rushed to the live feed and saw it standing there in all its glory – thirteen meters tall; built of golden straw, red ribbon, and with accentuating the curve of the horns.

This goat survived the rest of the season, and when the feed eventually ended, it was dismantled by the authorized crew, piece by piece.

---

A new year has come, and with it the live feed of the Gävle Goat, or Gävlebocken as it’s technically called. This year, the YouTube stream includes a chat beside the video, allowing people from all over the world to chat as they check up on the goat’s welfare. These people quickly dub themselves “Goatees”.

You don’t write anything. Not right away, at least.

One day, you muster the courage to type a “hello”. You’re not sure what time it is in Gävle, though the feed shows deep night, so you don’t expect many replies – perhaps only from Americans who might also be watching the goat.

Surprisingly, someone by the handle “Mischief” writes back.

“Hejsan. The goat endures...for now.”

The message makes you smile. You type slower than you think, resisting the urge to joke with “that’s what he said,” and instead let a more polite side show.

“Good to see. It’s so pretty,” you write.

And it is. The side lights may be harsh, but the softer lights on the horns cast a golden glow, and the snow falls gently onto it, forming a soft cover.

“Tell me – do you secretly long to see it burn?” Mischief asks.

You consider the question. A big fire is always nice...but the goat is so neat!

“I don’t know,” you admit.

The conversation carries you along, one word chasing the next, until Mischief signs off.

---

The mysterious Mischief is there the next day when you get home from work, waiting in the chat and greeting you the moment you cautiously type “hi”. Something loosens in your guts, letting you breathe deeply, and a small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

---

The goat doesn’t burn this year.

That isn’t to say it survives, though. Jackdaws discover the abundance of seeds hidden in its straw and proceed to completely tear the poor thing apart – much to the delight of both Team Fire and Team Survival. If the goat must be destroyed, everyone seems to be agree that being undone by birds is at least a noble, natural fate.

“They probably won’t build a new one this late,” Mischief announces in the chat.

“What?” you and several others reply, surprised at the theory.

Mischief explains – with that sly certainty you’ve come to associate with them – how in previous years, if the goat had been destroyed after the 12th of December, the city of Gävle didn’t replace it. No resurrection, no encore.

“So that’s it for the feed and chat?” You see your fingers typing. “Aww.”

“Most likely...though I can assure you, the real thing is far more impressive,” Mischief admits.

“You’ve seen it?”

There’s a brief pause where other comments whiz by, making you fear that Mischief might have missed your question. Then:

“Seen it? I walk past it daily. You may have glimpsed me...though I doubt you realized.”

Something flutters in your belly, but you try to quiet it. Mischief and you have spent countless hours talking, and you can’t deny how much you’ve come to like them. The idea of maybe having seen them and not having realized? Almost too much to handle.

“I wish I could visit,” you admit.

“Come to Gävle. I’ll show you the town and perhaps a few secrets it keeps.”

Laughing to yourself at the idea, you’re about to reply with some excuse when a new line appears from Mischief:

“I would enjoy meeting you. Remain when the crowd fades, and will share with you a way to reach me.”

You want to write something smart back. Or funny. Or maybe even flirty. Instead, you’re staring at the screen as the chat erupts – people reacting to the exchange between you and Mischief, spamming heart-and-arrow emojis and written out wolf whistles.

Taking in a steadying breath, the tips of your fingers find the keyboard again, pushing the buttons.

“I’d like that.”

---

All year you’ve been writing with Mischief – or rather, with Loki.

You were nervous about it in the beginning, but he’s so polite, fun, and intelligent, that before you know it, you’ve booked a trip to Gävle for the upcoming December.

As you step off the train, the flutter of snowflakes greets you, swept along by a sharp, wintry wind. It’s already dark, even though it isn’t yet four in the afternoon.

The plan is for you to make your way to the hotel by yourself, drop off the luggage, and then head to the goat to meet up with Loki.

You’re nervous, butterflies having a full-on rave in your stomach, dancing to the beating of your heart. But right now, you have to focus on finding your way while not slipping on the icy pavement. Snow is piled high along the street, testimony to the attempts to clear for traffic. All around you, people hurry past, faces almost completely hidden by scarves and upturned collars to shield them from the snow.

As you follow the flow, you exit the station and manage to find the way to the main street, where a small hotel has a room waiting for you.

Once checked in, you drop the suitcase by the foot of the bed. You need a shower after the long trip. Checking the radio on the bedside table, you figure you have enough time.

---

You’re running a teeny-tiny bit late, but now you can see the goat near the square. There are market stalls on one side of it, and the road on the other, with the bus stop just like you’ve learned from the live feed. Slinking through the crowd that has braved the winter weather, you pass a stall that sells hot beverages that smell a bit like cloves and all spice – warm, sweet, and tempting.

But you can’t stop.

You set your sight on the fence they’ve erected around the goat and the people loitering around it. Couples, individuals on the way home from work, just passersby.

Picking a spot close to the front of the goat, you look around, trying to figure out who Loki might be and also where the camera that films the live feed could be placed. Once you think you’ve figured out the latter, you give a small wave in the direction as a sort of recognition of what has gotten you here.

Just then, someone calls your name, the depth of the voice catching your attention from the right, and you turn to look.

The man is tall and probably slender under the heavy winter coat he wears. He isn’t wearing a beanie or anything, allowing the white snowflakes to land in his perfectly black hair. Almost turquoise eyes glimmer as they take you in, and a smile splits his face as you nod.

“Loki?”

You didn’t have to ask – who else here would know your name? But you’re so taken aback, the butterflies in your stomach suddenly stills, and your heart skips a beat or two.

You take the hand he holds out for you, but the handshake develops into a hug, and you relish in the strength of his embrace.

“Been looking forward to meeting you,” he smiles warmly as he pulls back. “Shall we take a picture together?”

The breath is still knocked from your lungs from the fact that he’s really here, but you nod eagerly.

Getting out your phones, you snap a few selfies both alone and together before Loki opens the feed of the goat.

“Look,” he grins, pointing at the small video, “there we are.”

He types something in chat, making it explode as he waves to the unseen camera as you join him. Then, he stuffs the phone away, confident that he’s tormented the other Goatees enough, and offers you an arm.

“I am truly glad you came.” He sounds breathless, the smile he gives meant only for you.

It’s like you are falling into his gaze and heat rises from your chest to your cheeks.

“Me too,” you admit quietly.

A gust of wind batters you, making you sway a bit towards him. As if wanting to prevent you from falling, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. He feels strong and steady.

His hair is buffeted around, too, and as if on instinct you reach to push a stray strand behind his ear before surprising yourself by cupping his face...and he leans into your touch! Lashes drifting down to rest, he’s so damn pretty like that. Calm. At peace.

Eyes, impossible like jewels, snap open.

“I know we have just met...but with all the correspondences and...it is as if I have known you for ages...” he mumbles, leaning down a bit.

You nod. “I know what you mean,” you agree, stretching up.

Your lips are close to each other, pulling even closer when he slips a gloved hand behind your neck.

“I am being too forward,” he whispers as you drown in his gaze.

“Nuh huh,” you insist.

His lips are cool at first, not as cold as the wind, but touched by it, and they warm quickly as they settle against yours, fitting together with a kind of quiet inevitability. The world around you dissolves, sound and snow and strangers fading until there’s only this: the press of him, the taste of winter on his breath, the startling sense of belonging that blooms through your chest.

You hadn’t known a person could feel like home. But now that you’ve found it, you can’t imagine letting go.

But Loki pulls away, out of breath and with flushed cheeks.

“I have dreamt of that for months now,” he smiles softly before his demeanour changes to something befitting of his internet alias. “But now...let us get out of here because you deserve more than simply a goat.”

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

"BURN IT!!" was my first though seeing the pic 🤣

Oh a loki fic attached to it so cute🥰 stockholm got one to now but it's just lights so no one can burn it down🤣

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

Happy midsommar/midsummer to everyone :D!!!

[ericaofanderson]

Pillar.

Twitter / Instagram / Gumroad / Patreon  

KnownOrigin / SuperRare / OBJKT / Zedge 

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

whaaat, this is not 1 hour long?! super pretty!!

[frontmansdefender]

if not friend why friend sha—

never mind

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

got my first plush when born now i got a bunch of them and figurines. X'D

i'm gonna act ignorant by the size untill i finaly to svalbard and get chased by one :D i want to pet one so bad!!

[op-isopoly]

"forward"

<3

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

✨ oh shiiinnyyy! !✨

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 21

gotta a little choked up writing this one ngl

The others met up with them as they ran towards the sound, the smell of blood getting stronger. They all shifted back at a run when they saw her on the ground, curled in on herself, her side a gory mess.

“Sam!” Sy exclaimed as they went to her, kneeling around her.

“Bryan...” She whimpered, holding her hand to her side.

“Lemme see, baby.” Sy said, pulling her hand away gently to see the bullet wound that bled steadily.

“There’s an exit wound.” August said, feeling along her back, “Through and through.”

“Not enough blood for a vital hit.” Geralt said and looked over the wounds with a critical eye. “Non-fatal area, but we need to stop the bleeding.”

“Geralt, see if you can find the bullet.” August said. Their tones were stern, matter-of-fact, but inside they were a maelstrom of rage and fear, Geralt’s movements tight as he walked around the area.

“Found it.” Geralt said, “Tree strike. Fresh.” His fingers tightened as claws curled out from under his nails and he tore into the wood, digging out the bullet, but dropped it with a growl. “It’s silver. She was shot with silver.”

“This wasn’t a hunting accident.” Mike said, his voice wavering, brushing the tears from her cheeks, “Whoever did this knew what they were shooting at.”

“They’re long gone.” Sy said, “Not pickin’ up the scent anymore. Musta taken the shot and got outta dodge leavin’ her for dead. Baby, you need to shift. It’ll kickstart the healin’.”

“It burns.” She sobbed and he brushed her hair out of her face.

“I know, silver burns like fire, but you need to shift to slow the bleedin’ so we can get you back.”

“O-okay.” She said and they watched as she started to shift but reverted back with a pained yell. “I—I can’t, it—it hurts.”

“Fuck.” Sy said, “Baby, I am so sorry, but I gotta do this. I can’t have you bleed out out here.”

“Bryan...” August said, his tone warning.

“Can you think of any other fuckin’ way?” He asked, “She needs to shift and she can’t do it on her own!”

“Do it.” August said and Sy turned his attention back to her, a shiver moving through the area as he pushed out with his wolf, finding hers and pulling at it. A scream ripped it’s way up her throat as her bones moved under her skin.

“Stop!” Mike yelled, “It’s gonna kill her!”

“Sam, you can’t fight it.” Sy said, his face pulled in a pained expression and his voice breaking, “You gotta let it happen. Just let go and let it happen.” Another shiver and another scream tore it’s way up her throat before the shift happened far too quickly to be natural, leaving her whining and panting in front of them. “Sam?” He reached for her but stopped at the growl and snarl that pulled her lips away from her teeth, her eyes pained but full of fire. “Baby, I’m so sorry, but I had to do it.”

“Bryan.” Walter said, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Head back to the cabin. We’ll take care of her.”

“Y-yeah.” He said and stood, shedding his skin and running off as pain tightened his chest.

He shifted the moment he got back, heading up to his room and almost collapsing into bed even though he desperately needed to shower. Sy was still in bed when he heard the others return, August giving out orders. There was a knock on his door before it pushed open slowly, Mike poking his head into the room, having put clothes on at some point.

“Hey.” He said and Sy hummed at him. “She shifted back on the return trip. The bleeding stopped. Helped that the bullet wasn’t in her.”

“She conscious?”

“In and out.” Mike said, “You had to do it, Bryan.”

“Did it have to be me though?” He asked, “Did it really? I ripped her wolf outta her, Mikey. Like pops used to do to us.”

“He did it if we breathed too loud. You did it to try to save her life, and you were as gentle as you could be with it.” Mike said, “I can’t do it, Walter can’t as far as I know, and August and Geralt are kinda sledgehammers. If they could, they may have been too heavy handed with it.”

“You said I was gonna kill her.”

“I was looking at my Mate that had been shot and was bleeding on the ground.” He said, “Wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. I didn’t mean it. I was scared I was going to lose her.”

“Where is she?”

“We got her cleaned up and August took her to the nearest hospital to get looked over.” Mike said, “They’re probably going to keep her there. The rest of us are going to join him, you should come too.” Sy nodded but didn’t say anything. “You’re not dad, Bryan.” With that, he left, closing the door behind him and Sy turned his face into his pillow, his eyes burning.

The house was empty when he finally pulled himself out of bed, bloody towels on the floor in the bathroom when he went to shower. Walter and August’s trucks were gone, Geralt’s bike and Samantha’s SUV still there, and he got behind the wheel of his own truck, pressing the start button and sitting there after the engine turned over. He knew she probably wouldn’t want to see him, remembering the rage and fear in her eyes after he made her shift, but he needed to see with his own two eyes that she was okay, not just find out from a text or a call from one of the others.

The drive was made in silence and he parked in visitor parking, sitting there for a long while after turning off the engine before gathering the nerve to get out, heading into the hospital and up to the desk.

“Uh, hey.” He said, the desk nurse looking up. “I’m looking for Samantha Graves. She was brought in maybe a couple hours ago?” The nurse didn’t say anything, typing on her computer.

“Relation to the patient?”

“She’s my Mate.” Sy said and the nurse looked up at him, confusion writ plain on her face.

“Your—?” Understanding. “Oh, I see. She’s out of surgery and in recovery. Second floor, room twelve.”

“Thank you.” He said, patting the desk slightly with a weak smile and headed for the elevator, taking it up to the second floor, a pit forming in his stomach. The others were probably there with her, but he’d look at her through a window or a doorway and then he’d leave before she noticed him. Heading down the hall, he saw Geralt sitting outside of a room, leaning against the wall, ever the protector. “How is she?”

“In pain.” Geralt said simply, not looking up at him. “Her system keeps burning through what they’re giving her.”

“Yeah, pain meds don’t do shit for us.” Sy said, “Docs find anythin’?”

“No serious internal damage.” Geralt said, “Bullet basically cauterized as it went through, keeping the internal bleeding to a minimum.”

“Small blessin’s.” He said and Geralt just grunted. “She awake?” He nodded. “The others in there with her?” Another nod. “Hospital woulda notified the police when she was brought in. Any come by yet?” He just shook his head. His hand laid on the door knob, the pit in his stomach growing.

“Just do it.” Geralt said simply and Sy paused for a moment before he pushed open the door, his eyes going to her on the bed. August was leaning against the wall, Walter sitting on one side of the bed with Mike sitting on the other.

“Hey.” She said when she saw him, giving him a weak smile.

“Baby, I’m—” His voice broke and he blinked hard.

“Come here.” She said, opening her arms for him and Mike moved aside as he went to her, almost collapsing into her embrace, sitting on the bed

“I’m so sorry.” He said, his voice choked, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry I did that to you. That I hurt you like that.”

“Walter explained it to me.” She said, “That some Alphas can pull at another's wolf to help them heal or to hurt them. You did it to help me heal, not to hurt me. I would have bled out before you guys got me to help if you hadn’t done it. You saved my life, Bryan.”

“I love you.” He said and he pulled away, her fingers wiping the damp from his face.

“I love you too.”

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

aww my heart😭

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 20

Samantha swallowed heavily, her eyes closed and her heart still pounding in her chest as she fought to catch her breath. She basked in the feeling of August’s heavy body on hers, his lips pressing kisses to the back of her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin. His hand kneading her thigh that he had pushed up, still buried deeply in her from behind. She released her white knuckle grip on his pillow slowly and reached back, her fingertips curling into his hip and gasping as his hips twitched, making him move inside her.

“My good girl.” He whispered, “My perfect Mate.”

“August...” She sighed and his hand came up to turn her face towards him so he could press his lips to hers in a languid kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my Mate.” He said and moved to lay next to her, making her shiver slightly from the loss of his warmth. August almost immediately pulled her into his arms, tangling their legs and holding her solidly. “He comes here again, he dies. He and anyone he brings with him.”

“I’m surprised you let him leave.”

“Witnesses.” August said, “And I was focused on keeping you safe. Keeping him away from you.”

“The others wouldn’t have let him get near me.” She said, “Sy would have filled his chest with buckshot had he gotten any closer.”

“He would have.” August agreed. “The fear in your voice when you called out for me....” He sighed, “I never want to hear that again.”

“I knew you would protect me.” She said, her hand sliding over his arm.

A few days later and it felt like she couldn’t sit still, with just the overwhelming urge to move making her twitch. She found herself pacing back and forth through the house, walking up and down the stairs, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“You okay, babe?” Sy asked as she shook out her arms, stretching her neck.

“I feel restless.” She said simply.

“You’re actin’ restless.” Sy pointed out, “C’mon, I know what you need.”

“I’m not really in the mood for that.” She said and he barked a laugh.

“Not what I was suggestin’, but nice that your mind went there. You need to shift and run.” He said, “Have you at all since your first?” She shook her head. “Yeah, that’ll sort ya. Go on ahead, I’ll let the others know and we’ll join you.” Samantha just nodded, heading out the back door. Her wolf wasn’t far out of reach and came forward almost on its own, the change taking her over quickly. Scents and sounds amplified and she looked over at a sound, seeing the one pure white and four dark wolves join her. They were all massive, except for the one she recognized as Mike. He was still large, but not as large as the others and more slender. He bounced around her excitedly, licking at her face and going down into a bow.

She didn’t respond and he straightened, approaching her with his head tilted in confusion. Raising a paw slowly, she smacked his nose into the dirt, bending and chuffing into his ear before taking off, hearing one of the others bark in amusement before they took off after her.

Smells rushed through her nose as she darted through the trees, the wind shifting and letting her know they were spread out around her. It felt reminiscent of the night of her first shift. They were hunting her, but playfully and not to do her harm. She ran circles around them, doubling back, running through streams, doing her best to lose them. Samantha could tell that the others were having problems tracking her as they were further away, but Geralt stayed right on her trail, not falling for her feints and attempts to confuse. He was getting closer, his size in no way impeding his speed. He was also quiet, so quiet despite his size, and she only knew where he was when the wind blew just right.

They must be miles away from the cabin now, but she kept running, stopping only to take the occasional drink from a cold stream before running off again. She followed it for a while, splashing through the water, knowing it was making a lot of noise, but she was hoping it would wash away her trail enough to where he wouldn’t know where she emerged again.

Rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional deer crossed her path and her stomach growled in hunger, but she didn’t think she was quite there yet, at least not by herself. Maybe if one of the others brought her something they caught she would think about it. She may have the body of a wolf right now, but her mind was that of a human, and the thought of killing something with her bare teeth unnerved her.

Geralt tracked her through the trees, her scent being one he would know anywhere, be able to pick out from a sea of others. He lost her a couple of times, especially when he came to water, but quickly picked it up again after looking for other signs of her passing; broken and trampled underbrush, paw prints in the mud, the sounds of woodland animals scurrying out of her path. She knew how to evade detection, but he hunted other wolves for a living.

He knew the others were having issues in varying degrees keeping on her trail. Mike lost her almost immediately, then Walter and Sy a decent amount of time later. August was doing better than most, but then, with his work with the Council and previous work with the government, Geralt wasn’t surprised he knew how to track people.

Her scent gathered in one area and he stopped to sniff at it, looking around for her. Movement from his left and he saw August come up beside him out of the corner of his eye. They couldn’t communicate like this in conventional methods, but looks and body language did the job.

The air shifted and another smell, a foreign one, joined theirs, along with the sharp smell of metal.

Silence, and then a shot rang out, sending birds scattering from the trees.

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

NOOOoo... i swear if that is a way for the dumb husband to kidnapp her at the hospital or an "acident" to happend. I hope they all get his ass.

"Look what they did to her,to my wife" no sir go away😶🫣 or one of the others get shot 😮😠🫣

Eather way horrible.

And the description on the senary, the nature, omg love it🥰

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 19

The next few days were blissfully peaceful. Napoleon had gotten her in touch with a lawyer on Council retainer who had agreed to help her start the official divorce filings, as well as deal with their shared assets. Samantha wanted nothing to do with anything attached to the “church”, but that was all in Jonathan’s name anyway.

She was sitting out by the stone firepit early one morning, sipping at her coffee, waiting for August to come and join her with his own as she had spent the night with him last night and they had woken up together. The early morning mist had yet to clear from the trees, but would with the rising sun, the birds starting to wake up and their songs filtering through the chill air. Looking over as she heard tires on the gravel in front of the cabin, her heart dropped into her stomach when she recognized the car that was pulling up.

A sort of paralysis took hold, her breathing loud and ragged in her ears as he got out along with one of his flunkies, walking towards her with his arms open, a convincingly joyous expression on his face, the other already with his phone up and recording.

“Samantha!” he exclaimed, “Praise God—!”

“August!” She cried out, the mug falling from nerveless fingers as she leapt from the chair, running back towards the house. He came out before she reached it, shoulders tight and eyes scanning for whatever had put the terror in her voice before they settled on Jonathan and he pulled her into his arms, moving her behind him. Her fingers twisted in his t-shirt and she grabbed his hand when he offered it, holding onto it tightly as she pressed her forehead into his back.

“You see!” Jonathan said, “You see how these demons have twisted her mind! I’m her husband under the eyes of God and she runs to one of them! Samantha, please, darling, come to me, I’ll protect you from them. We’ll get you better, purge you of their evil and allow you to heal from whatever depravity they’ve inflicted on you.”

“August.” She pleaded, her hand tightening in his. There was the sound of a cocking shotgun and she looked over, seeing that the others had come out of the cabin, Sy shouldering the 12 gauge, finger hovering over the trigger.

“This is private property.” He said simply, “You ain’t welcome here, so I suggest you leave. Now.” She felt the claws curl out from under Augusts’ nails and he gave an inhuman snarl. “Walker, cool it. Your buddy would pop a blood vessel if you tore this guys’ arms off on camera.”

“How the beast bares its fangs.” Jonathan said, “Rabid, inhuman, unnatural.” August took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, his claws retreating back under his nails. “Come, beast, show us all your real face.”

“You'd like that, wouldn't you.” August said, “If a wolf attacked you on camera. The man of God attacked by the demon keeping his wife from him. She wants nothing to do with you. She's with us now, she belongs with us, and you will never get her back.” He gently passed her off to Mike who tucked her into his side, the others forming a wall in front of them. August approached Jonathan steadily, every step deliberate, and she felt his wolf pushing at hers. “Believe me when I tell you: if you ever saw my real face, it'd be the very last thing you ever saw. Get the fuck off my property.” With that he turned and walked away, “Bryan, if he doesn't leave, shoot him.”

“Already plannin’ on it.” Sy said, “Walt, start callin’ Jack.”

“On it.” Walter said, pulling out his cell phone. August went to her, pulling her away from Mike and into his arms, stooping slightly to take her mouth in a kiss that made her heart pound for an entirely different reason. She knew what he was doing, marking his territory so to speak, but she didn't care, the taste and feel of his lips chasing away her fear and everything fell away until it was just the two of them, his strong arms around her, tightening as he parted her lips for him, deepening the kiss and making her whimper into his mouth as she went up on her toes to get closer to him.

“I love you.” She whispered when he pulled away and he smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I love you too."

Once Jonathan and his crony had left, Sy not lowering the shotgun until they had, they sat in the living room, Mike sitting on the floor next to her feet with his head back as she ran her fingers through his hair gently, and August sitting next to her on the couch with his arm behind her shoulders.

“How did he know I was here?” She asked.

“Sherriff probably called him to tell him that your case was resolved and that you were found safe, but that you expressed no interest in returning.” Walter guessed, “I doubt he would have told him where exactly you were based on your conversation with him, but someone else at the station. That Deputy, maybe.”

“Probably.” Sy said with a derisive sniff, “I’ll call Jack, tell’im he’s got a problem in house. Jack’s got no problem with wolves. His daughter is one, if I’m rememberin’ right, but that Deputy was lookin’ for a reason to put those silver bullets to use.”

“Tell the anti-wolf Pastor his wife is being “held captive” by wolves,” Geralt said, “He comes here and spits his rhetoric. A member of the flock records it all in case a fight breaks out.”

“Probably hopin’ one would.” Sy said, “It’d fit his narrative and paint us as the “demons” he says we are.”

“August all but taking her as his Mate right there in the yard probably didn’t help any.” Walter said and Samantha felt her cheeks heat as August just gave a shrug.

“It got the point across. She’s not his anymore.” August said, “More so seeing as she didn’t exactly resist.” Her cheeks heated even further and he gave a low chuckle, leaning over to press a kiss to her reddened skin.

“Definitely sent Johnny-Boy a message.” Sy agreed. “I wonder if they’ll share that footage.”

“Probably not.” Mike said, his voice a little dreamy as she continued to massage his scalp, “Doesn’t vibe with the shit he spews.”

“Yeah, Mike’s right,” Sy agreed, “Probably not. August, I’d still let your buddy know what happened, even though it was basically just bluster.”

“Later.” He said, “Right now, I need to finish what I started.” He got up from the couch and Samantha gave a squeak of surprise when he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

“You brute!” She exclaimed as he carried her up the stairs to his room.

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

eeyyy show him whos boss!!

[ericaofanderson]

Mood Lights.

Twitter / Instagram / Gumroad / Patreon  

KnownOrigin / SuperRare / OBJKT / Zedge 

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

oh pretty! :D

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 18

Sy walked down the stairs heavily as there was another knock at the front door, rubbing sleep from his eyes and pulling his sleep pants further up on his hips. Flipping back the lock, he opened it, looking at the local Sherriff and Deputy on his doorstep.

“Mornin’, Jack.” Sy said.

“Morning, Bryan.” The Sherriff, Jack, said apologetically, “Sorry to wake you so early.”

“If you were, you’d’ve come later on, not attempted to catch me off guard.” Sy said and there was a beat before the Sherriff gave an admonished huff of a laugh.

“True enough.” He said, “You know why I’m here?”

“Gotta feelin’.” He said, “And you can tell your boy to take his hand off his gun. No need for it.” Jack looked back, seeing how the Deputy had unclipped his holster and had his hand ready to draw the gun on his hip.

“Really?”

“He’s—”

“I’ve known Bryan since he was knee-high to a lawn gnome. Stand the fuck down.”

“But he’s—”

“Do I need to send you back to the damn station?”

“No, Sir.” The Deputy said and clipped his gun again.

“Sorry about that, Bryan.” Jack said, turning his attention back to him. “Where is she?”

“Sleepin’.” Sy said.

“Can I speak to her, please?”

“I really don’t wanna wake her up.”

“Please don’t make me come back here with a warrant.” Jack said with a sigh and Sy blinked at him.

“Wait here.” He said and turned, heading back up the stairs. He was gone for a few minutes before coming back down again, Samantha on his back, her arms loosely around him with her head on his shoulder and his hands holding her thighs.

“She looks drugged.” The Deputy whispered to Jack.

“It’s six in the damn mornin’.” Sy said, an edge to his voice, as Samantha went to her feet, “She was fuckin’ asleep.”

“And having a very good dream until I was woken up.” She said, fixing the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing. “I’m not going back to him.”

“Mrs. Graves...”

“I’m not going back.” She said again and Jack sighed.

“Bryan, I need to talk to her alone. Can we come in?” Jack asked and Sy huffed before gesturing, stepped aside to let them in.

“Go on into the kitchen.” Sy said.

“You want coffee, Sy?” Samantha asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, go ahead and start a pot, baby.” Sy said, “I’ll get the others up.”

“Okay.” She said with a nod, giving him a quick kiss before leading the way into the kitchen, running her fingers through her hair. The Deputy stayed behind and Sy noticed how his hand had drifted back to his gun.

“Calm the fuck down, son. I ain’t gonna attack you.” Sy said, rolling his eyes and headed back up the stairs to wake the others.

Once everyone was awake and downstairs in the living room, August sat on the landing of the stairs, Geralt stood leaning against the wall, Walter sat in the recliner, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, while Sy and Mike sat on the couch. Mike had had to be pulled back from heading into the kitchen by the back of his shirt by Sy, letting the Sherriff do his job while he talked to Samantha.

“He needs to talk to her while we’re not in the room.” Walter said, “Standard procedure. Be grateful he’s doing it here and not at the station.”

“You have silver bullets.” Geralt said, looking at the Deputy, making it a statement, not a question. “Standard in the chamber, rest of the clip is silver.”

“How did you—”

“I can smell it.” Geralt said simply, “And it’s procedure when dealing with wolves. One shot as a warning, silver if they don’t stop.”

“Boy’s twitchy.” Sy said, “Keeps actin’ like we’re gonna jump’im.”

“Read the room.” August said, “None of us are acting aggressively. Don’t pull shit out of thin air just to escalate things.”

“I’ve read your files.” The Deputy said.

“That’s words on a page.” August said, “Read. The. Room.”

“I’m just gonna—” Mike went to push up from the couch, but Sy pulled him back down with a hand on his shoulder.

“It can wait.” He said.

“Samantha.” They heard the Sherriff say, “Do you feel safe here?”

“I’m in the safest place I could possibly be in.” She replied immediately.

“I noticed your...interaction with Bryan. Are you and he involved?”

“Yes.” She said, “I am with all of them.”

“All of them.” Jack said and she must have nodded. “Have any of them forced—”

“Absolutely not.” She said, cutting off the question. “Everything I’ve done with them was with my full consent. None of them have every made me feel pressured, or coerced, or as if I’d be in danger if I refused. I love them.”

“Mr. Rivian told the officer yesterday that you were his Mate. Samantha, are you a wolf now?” The Sherriff asked and there was a pause.

“Yes.”

“How did it happen?”

“It was an accident.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“No.” She said, “The particulars don’t matter, just the outcome. It was an accident.”

“Did you know any of them before this?”

“No.” She said again simply.

“Then why did you come out here?”

“The location was...random. I chose a direction and just drove. The fact that I ended up in Sy’s territory was just coincidence.”

“Why did you tell your husband you were going to a retreat but came out here?” Jack asked and there was a pause, “Samantha.”

“I was planning on killing myself.” She said finally and they all looked towards the kitchen. “It was the only way I saw out of it, the only way I saw myself getting away from him. The night I had planned on doing it, I met Mike.”

“I’m going to have to tell Pastor Graves that we found you.”

“I know. When you do, tell him I’m filing for divorce and I will also file a restraining order against him if need be. I’m not going back to him.”

“Samantha, was he abusive?” She must have nodded, “Okay. I think I have everything, but if I need anything else, I’ll contact Bryan.”

“Okay.” She said and they stood as they came out from the kitchen, Mike immediately going to her and pulling her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.

“I love you.” He whispered, a slight tremor to his voice. “I don’t care what happened now, I’m so happy I found you that night.”

“So am I.” She said, running her fingers through his hair and he pulled back to kiss her. “I love you, too.”

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

trigger happy asshole, hope he get turned himself and then beaten by other wolfs 😡

Bet he work for sams husband. Yas divorce!😁

[catierambles]

a long while back, before I started writing in the Cavillry, I had started a story featuring a demon male protagonist (kinda antagonist) and a witch female protagonist called Corrupted. basically, the male character was tasked with securing the soul of the female character because if a demon owned the soul of a witch, they could then make that witch do their bidding. the demons were about to be in another war with the angels and they needed all the firepower they could muster as it wasn't looking good for them this time around

anywho

There was a scene in it where the female protag figures out what's actually going on. she kinda figured that he wasn't there for kicks, he was way too persistent, but she didn't think that that was his motive for being there. so she Banishes him. I'm talking sage smoke, salt, protective runes on the doors and windows and it wasn't pretty. the sage smoke caused him to cough up blood and his eyes to bleed, and the rock salt she threw at him to Banish him ate through his skin like acid until he was able to flush it out.

I was thinking about tweaking it to fit HC characters, maybe have August as the demon in question, with others popping in as with the original iteration, the male protag had a group of buddies.

just a thought

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

hehehe!! put august in the a salt circle instead X'D prisoner!!

When your sweetheart is a demon 🧂

the angst and love!!

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 17

It was a small grocery store, more a shop than an actual store, with a few specialized aisles and produce and meat sections sourced by local farmers. Samantha had gone through their fridge and pantry, taking note of what they had or didn’t have and what they needed. They had plenty of red meat and eggs, but not too much else for protein. A couple dusty cans of vegetables in the back of the pantry and a lot of instant ramen (she suspected that was Mike’s doing as she didn’t see the others indulging in something so sodium packed).

Chicken, fish, fresh fruit, and vegetables were prominent on the list, but she did acquiesce to requests for chips and other snacks to make it on there as well.

Sy had given her one of his faded ball caps to put on and she kept her hair down, trying to obscure her face as much as possible. She didn't think anyone would recognize her, but even a small possibility was a possibility.

It didn't need to be an all hands on deck kind of excursion so Sy, August, and Walter had opted to stay back at the cabin, leaving her with Mike and Geralt. Mike had immediately headed off to the snack aisle the moment they got inside with her shouting after him to keep it to a minimum. They decided to divide and conquer, Samantha picking out the produce while Mike and Geralt got the remaining, each with a copy of the list and, in Mike's case, instructions to adhere to it.

She was going through the various fruits, checking for ripeness, having already chosen an assortment of fresh vegetables when movement caught the corner of her eye. Looking over, she saw the State Trooper standing there, watching her closely.

“Um...hello.” She said, “Can I help you?”

“Can I see some ID please?”

“May I ask why?”

“Just let me see some ID.”

“I'm not trying to be evasive, but I would really like to know why. I'm not bothering anyone, I'm just doing some grocery shopping.” She was keeping her voice calm, light, conversational, but her heart was starting to pound in her throat.

“Ma’am,” He was starting to get annoyed, she could tell by his furrowed brow and stiffening shoulders, “I want--” He stopped, looking over her shoulder and she saw his hand drift to his sidearm a little. Samantha knew without looking that Geralt was behind her and she turned into his chest, his arm coming around her shoulders.

“Help you?” He asked, a growl to his voice.

“You're--”

“Yes.”

“She's--”

“My Mate.”

“She have a name?”

“Yes.” He didn't offer any other information.

“I asked to see her ID.”

“No.” Geralt said and turned his attention to her, his gaze softening somewhat. “Mike and I finished, we can send someone else out for the rest.” She just nodded and he quickly shuffled her away, aware that the Trooper was watching as they checked out and left.

Geralt drove, having borrowed Sy’s truck for the trip, holding her hand as he stayed focused on the road. Her hand trembled a bit in his and he squeezed her fingers gently.

“You think he recognized her?” Mike asked, having been told what happened.

“I don't know.” Geralt admitted.

“What if he did?” Mike asked.

“What happens next will happen, and we’ll deal with it when if and when it does.”

“It m-might have been nothing.” Samantha said, her voice small. “A cashier may have just gotten jumpy and thought I was stealing or something.” It sounded weak even to her, “Besides, you said I was your Mate, that implies I’m a wolf and everyone knows I’m not a wolf.”

“But you are a wolf.” Mike said.

“But I wasn’t when I “disappeared”.”

“True.” He said and Geralt’s hand tightened in hers.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She said, her thumb moving over the skin between his thumb and forefinger, “Don’t worry.”

Samantha filled in the others once they got back and after putting away groceries.

“I’ll call Leon.” August said, “We need to get ahead of this.”

“We don’t even know if there’s anything to get ahead of.” Samantha said.

“Still.” He said, “it won’t hurt to give him a heads-up. Besides, he’s taken a vested interest and I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t.”

“Why he take an interest?” Sy asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“She’s like him,” August said with a shrug, “And she’s the only other Blue he knows about. Also, probably because she’s Alpha passive and female Alphas are rare on their own.”

“So I’m extra rare. How wonderful for me.” She said dryly.

After dinner, Sy leaned back in his chair at the small kitchen table, hands on his stomach.

“Damn, babygirl.” He said, “You’re doin’ all the cookin’ from now on.”

“I didn’t know brussels sprouts could be good.” Mike said, getting up with his plate and heading for the stove, “Are there any more?”

“Plenty.” Samantha said, “There should be some chicken left over as well.”

“There’s not.” Geralt said, putting another forkful in his mouth and she snorted.

“Did you leave any of the mushrooms, at least?”

“I polished those off on my second plate.” Sy said as Mike sat back down with another serving of the roasted brussels sprouts and digging in.

“August and I finished off the potatoes.” Walter said.

“So the ramen and energy drink addict is the only one that went for more vegetables.” Samantha said and there was a beat before she stood, taking away empty plates, stopping to press a kiss to Mike’s hair on the way to the sink. “Good boy.”

“Kiss ass.” Sy grumbled.

“They’re really good!” He exclaimed in his own defense.

“You need help cleanin’ up, babe?” Sy asked, leaning back a little.

“If you want to take care of the baking sheets?” She said, “They won’t fit in the dishwasher.”

“Mike is the kiss ass?” Walter asked and snorted when Sy flipped him off as he got up from his chair, joining her at the sink and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Actually, you go on and relax.” Sy said, “The cook don’t clean.”

“Since when?” August asked.

“Since she spent the last few hours makin’ a kick-ass dinner for all of us and not just herself.” Sy said, “Go on, baby, we can handle it.”

“We?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, we.” Sy said, “Get your asses up and help out. It’ll go faster if we all tackle somethin’.”

“Are you sure?” Samantha asked and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“I’m sure.” He said and they each gave her a kiss in turn as she passed them on the way out of the kitchen, stopping briefly in the doorway to look back them fondly as they cleaned up.

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

Oh i love this!!😍 The dynamic between them in the store and at home, eating. The litte details of table talk🥰 it gives a nice cossy vibe.

And the trooper in the middle of it. Geralt protecting her😭 literly the " i got scary dog privalige at night" tiktok :P