Grace Greyback

Fuck

erikgreybackreturns‌:

sea slugs

they’re hella gross

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thea-volcatius:

She accepts the cupcake but doesn’t it right away, “Oh god…I’m going to do this, aren’t I?” She asks sadly, “I’m going to get married. Ugh.” -and shoves the cupcake in her mouth in one bite. She moans as she chews, it tastes like dreams. “Fuck. Tell Erik to watch it. If things don’t work out with Stefan, I’m stealing you.” Thea threatens, “Do you think I can get away with like…being a fiancee for a century or two? Maybe a quickie wedding in las vegas? I feel like he wants a big wedding, I mean your almost one was…but I’m not sure anyone I know would want to show up outside Charlie.”

“Don’t do it because you think you have to just to keep him,” Grace warns. “And if you want to know the truth...I was the one who insisted on a big wedding. Because I knew it would be more likely to get back to Erik. I was always waiting for him, which wasn’t fair, but I always knew Stefan loved someone else anyway so I don’t feel that bad.” Grace grabs a tupperware container and boxes up a bunch and hands them over. “I’d show up, I know it’s not entirely conventional, but I do love you and I do want to see him happy.” But she sure as hell wouldn’t tell Erik until afterward.

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thea-volcatius:

“At this point, just being a girl and offering shots is exactly what I needed. Sad to say most of my friends are boys and all their advice equaled up to either nut up or shut up. Which ew. But also, I already know that…I want Stefan. I want us to be together…and yes, the idea of marriage makes my skin crawl but at least I’ve calmed down enough to see that it’s important to him. It’s just…how can I give him what he needs but still be me? He says it’s fine, but it’s clearly not. He wants to be married, he wants to be a husband. I just don’t think I can be a wife.”

“It’s not totally about that, Thea. It’s about a life he never thought he could be allowed to have. Which I kind of get. I mean I look at my life and can’t actually believe it’s mine, I can’t even fathom how I deserved a happy ending. All the marriage is a bond to him, a happy ending, the kind he probably still doesn’t think he deserves. But you can’t compromise yourself just to give him this because you’d hate yourself and he’d hame himself and you’d probably crumble.” Taking another shot, Grace swallows and grabs a cupcake, offering one to Thea. “Maybe you can’t be a wife in the traditional sense, but for what it’s worth I don’t think that’s what he wants. He just wants to know without a doubt that he belongs to you, that you’re not going anywhere, and he’s got some old fashioned idea that marriage is truly a bond that can keep people together.” She knows it’s her fault a little bit, she gave into marriage and let him get so close to what he wanted, and then ripped it pretty ruthlessly away without ever apologizing. “For what it’s worth, he may be unhappy now, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stay that way. I’ve never seen him as happy as he is with you, Thea. You’re soulmates, wedding or not. And he knows that even though he’s feeling wounded right now.”

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thea-volcatius:

“I went into literal shock, like if I needed to breath, I probably would have had a panic attack. Shortly followed by crazy yelling and crying. Surprised does not cover the amount of what the actual fuckery I had inside of me. Like…”She pours herself another, “Like little sirens all over my head went off, warning warning WHAT THE FUCK.” She downs it and no longer coughs, the taste is gross but she’s used to it now. “Which, obviously, not the reaction he was expecting.”

“Well no, I can’t imagine it was.” Some part of her wants to laugh at his serious lack of luck when it comes to marriage, it’s probably just a cruel bit of Erik that’s rubbed off on her. Pushing it down, she pulls her legs criss cross into the chair and lets out a sigh. “So tell me, what to you need from me? Because it sounds like your mind is pretty damn made up.” There’s no judgement in her voice, only soft concern and undertones of I’m here for you.

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thea-volcatius:

“Thank God,” She says as she accepts and drinks. It burns like fire, but she holds her glass out for a second. “Pretty sure I taught Charlie’s kid how to say several new swear words. Don’t need to traumatize any more.” The second the glass is filled, she repeats and coughs. “Oh okay. Yeah. I can do this. I’m just going to say it….Stefan proposed to me.”

“Trust me, my kids know more bad words than most learn in a lifetime.” Downing her shot, she nearly chokes on it when Thea tells her why she’s here. Obviously she knew it had something to do with Stefan but that wasn’t exactly what she expected. “Okay...and you were...surprised?” She questions carefully while pouring another for good measure.

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thea-volcatius:

“I’m going to nominate you for sainthood. Wolf-mom sainthood.” She tells Grace with all the seriousness she can muster, “-and shots. All the shots…how many kids are home, I’d rather not have to be such a mess in front of them.”

“Probably not necessary, but thank you.” Kissing Thea’s forehead as she passes by, Grace grabs a couple of shot glasses and a bottle of good whiskey. “No kids here right now. Feel free to be as much of a mess as you need to be.” She pours them each a shot and slides one over, trying to suppress her need to know what’s happened.

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thea-volcatius:

“No.” She admits, clinging to Grace like a wet blanket, face buried into her shirt. There was no tears, but she sounded as if she had been crying for hours. “You smell like sugar. Why do you always smell so good.” She questions weakly.

“Try cooking for wolves and then you’ll always smell like sugar too.” Rubbing her back in smooth circles, Grace pulls out a chair for Thea before turning the kettle on. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to do shots until it’s easier to talk about it?”

#para #au; the wrong choice

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Grace opens the door and doesn’t hesitate to gather Thea in her arms and pull her in. It’s a natural instinct by now, something that’s come to her thanks to kids and recognizing when they need to be held. “Are you okay, honey?” She questions while guiding her into the kitchen where she was in the middle of baking a ridiculous amount of cupcakes.

#rpjfstarter

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

The Wrong Choice

The air seeped into her lungs like ice. But Grace had been stone cold since her I do’s and the weather had little effect on her. Even now she couldn't really pinpoint where the marriage broke because it had never been whole to being with. Her heart had always belonged to another, and the more time she spent with Stefan and Thea, she knew the same was true for him. But stubbornness kept them together. Maybe even fear that the ones they really loved wouldn’t have them now.

It was killing her. Every moment with him felt like some cruel joke and the punch line hit her straight in the gut so hard she fell to her knees. In the first year she gave up her studio and dancing altogether, in the second she’d stopped smiling, in the third she’d started drinking. Now she found herself in Russia though Stefan was under the impression she was taking a spa weekend.

Really she planned on taking in as much vodka as she could and hoping it would be enough to make her forget everything. And Stefan, she already knew, was with Thea. Grace didn’t even care enough to be bitter.

Planting herself into a bar, the scent of stale drink and smoke hung heavily around her but it felt like a paradise compared to the suffocating place she called home. The bartender placed the bottle and a glass in front of her as she shed the thick coat she’d bundled herself in. Once it was gone plenty of eyes turned her way, but she was more focused on pouring a clear and burning liquid down her throat.

Halfway through the bottle and about a dozen hopeful idiots getting rejected, a hush fell over the bar as the door opened to reveal a hulking figure in the entrance. She didn’t have to look to know it was him. Of course this is the place she’d pick. Somewhere that knew him. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to have prepared her for this. And she already knows it’s too late when she sees him sniff the air.

Any hope Grace had of slipping out quietly is gone when Erik looks her way. He’s bigger than she remembers, angrier, and for a moment she thinks she sees a flutter of hurt cross his face. The woman beside him looks positively possessive as she sizes Grace up. But even she knows there’s no use in trying to stop him as he walks towards the woman sitting at the bar. Even now with all the ugly years between them there’s a pull. Gravity’s cruelest joke.

She doesn’t want him closer. Can’t stand being overwhelmed by his scent or his presence. Her heart aches, thudding slowly in her chest because the vampire half of her is determined to keep Grace in her place. To remind her that she’s not all wolf and not nearly good enough. Just as soon as she gets the idea to look away, Erik his close enough to reach out and take hold of her chin, turning her back to face him. “What are you doing here?” While the question is easy, his tone is indecipherable and her answer isn’t what he’s looking for.

What she want’s to say is that she was looking for him. It would be an easy lie because Grace wanted so badly for it to be the truth. But after the wedding she’d been too ashamed to keep in touch with any of the pack. She’d even cut off her friendship with Olivia just to keep from ever seeing Alex. So while she’d heard a few whisperings here and there, she never really knew. The fact was that she’d been running away and some little voice in her head told her to run here. “Gravitational pull,” Grace answers softly, eyes never wavering from his as she tries to ignore the warmth spreading through her body at his touch.

After so long of not feeling anything, Grace suddenly felt too much. This was never supposed to happen. Their paths were never supposed to cross because she knew no matter what she would never be able to face this mistake. It wasn’t fair and anger began to cloud her. Enough anger that she could finally pull herself from his grip and his gaze. Standing to leave he reaches for her wrist. Anyone watching must have thought it odd that her small frame held enough strength to push him off. What they didn’t know was that it took a different kind of strength to walk away.

This time he didn’t make it so easy though. Erik followed despite the protests of the woman he walked in with. He didn’t stop until Grace did. And she didn’t stop until she’d found herself in the middle of an unfamiliar forest. Besides avoiding the pack, she’d also avoided the woods. Nature was beautiful and she didn’t deserve to immerse herself in something that made her happy. Not after everything she’d done. Cold crept in with ease now that she was in the snow in just a slip of a dress.

Without warning she felt his chest pressed to her back and could feel him breathing her in. A storm lay beneath his skin and she wasn’t prepared to be caught in it yet. Before Erik could say a word, Grace whipped around and pushed him away. Even as she did though, he caught her. “Don’t! Just fucking don’t, Erik. I can’t do this. I can’t be around you!”

“You can’t be around me?” He asks incredulously, dropping her wrists like she’s burned him. “What right do you have to be mad?” Out here their voices echo angrily and the creatures stir uncomfortably.

“You were supposed to come back,” Grace shouts, “It was supposed to be you and I, it always was but then you never came back!” Her fists curl as she drops a weak punch against his chest before falling to her knees. Covering her face she whispers, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Before the snow can melt against her legs, Erik hauls her back somewhere between furious and heartbroken. Like the mere act of holding onto her could destroy him. Grace knew it was destroying her. She’d grown used to cold touches and numbed moments while she craved warmth and passion and everything she’d given up because she was too afraid to be left behind. “Don’t put this on me, don’t do that Grace. You were the one who chose to walk down the aisle. Not once did you come looking for me so don’t you dare act like this was all me.” He was right and she couldn’t even pretend otherwise. This grave was her own doing and she’d stopped trying to claw her way out of it so long ago. She had accepted the dark and the cold which was why she couldn’t handle this now.

Giving up on words Grace surges forward, her lips landing on his like a heat seeking missile. She melted into him and let out a sigh of relief when he kissed her back. His hands fell roughly onto her waist to lift her up, pressing her back into a tree with enough force to knock snow loose around them. The pair didn’t notice though, too busy tugging at clothes and feeling the changes years apart had caused.

It wasn’t long until he was sinking into her. The realization that this felt like home hit hard as Grace wrapped herself tight around his form as if she thought he was going to disappear. There was nothing gentle or sweet about their coupling, it was soaked in years of longing, frustration, and desire. Erik fucked into her without caution, every sound let loose from her lips spurring him on harder until they were both toppling over the edge together far too soon.

Holding onto her as she went weak in his arms, Erik runs his nose along the expanse of her neck, marking her until she smells like nothing but him, sex, and the forest around them. Grace she marks him in equal measure. In that moment she only knows one truth, she’s never going back again. Not unless it’s with him.

Grace // Erik ↠ moodboard

#photos

Gracie Greyback ↠ moodboard

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When Grace found out she was pregnant the first time she was scared. First of what Erik’s reaction would be, then of her ability. All she’d learned of parenting was cruelty. She vowed silently that she would never been like her own mother, but it didn’t lessen her fear. In her third month, after her ninth nightmare, Grace entered a church. She’d never been one for muggle or magical religion, but she’d heard of people finding peace. With the vast ceiling and endless pews she felt lost.

Still she sat, took a deep breath, and held her budding stomach. Grace didn’t realize she was crying until someone was sitting next to her, his arm coming around her shoulders. Looking at him she realized he was the Father of this church. And she was some half vampire half wolf with blood on her hands and enough sin to make the devil blush. But he didn’t see any of that. It why she found herself spilling her fears and telling him about her mother, carefully leaving out the magic.

In the quiet of that beautiful building he listened, and then he simply told her it would be okay. He seemed content in that knowledge, so much so that she didn’t know how to disagree. On her way home she stopped in a music store to pick up a few things to play for the baby. She wasn’t convinced yet that everything would be okay, but she was ready to accept it as a possibility. And the first step was to give her child music, something her own mother never did. Gracie had to discover it on her own. Her voice, her love of it, like dancing. But the child growing within her would never have to find thing on their own, there would be an entire pack supporting this baby and she knew it.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was coincidence, but she’d grabbed Lana Del Rey’s new cd and got home to find the song God Knows I Tried. It took one listen to memorize it. Another listen to work out the guitar for it. After that she sang it to the baby. Her belly grew larger, the song collection did too, as well as other things that Erik quite enjoyed. The further along she got, the happier she felt. Like she could really do this.

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Five years old and as fierce as her father, Grace loved Libby more than she thought she could love anything in the world. This child, their child, a beautiful mix of the pair of them. Though she had her father’s rage, Grace never minded. The world was a tough place and Libby could be tougher.

Right now though, the pair of them were covered in flour. After a thrilling game of princess and wolf, for once Gracie was the wolf and Libby was the princess. The premise was really just tag with a lot more growling and dress-up. But it made them hungry, and their sweet tooth was practically glowing. Which led them to the kitchen and their current floury mess.

It was something Grace did almost more than dancing now, cooking. Because she still remembers the nights her mother wouldn’t allow her to eat. And she remembers when food was the enemy, when her body was so weak because food wouldn’t fit in her stomach. She would never let Libby feel those things. Libby would always have a full belly and a healthy friendship with the refrigerator.

Of course there was nothing healthy about the cupcakes they were making. But who the hell cared, they were cooking for a pack and wolves liked bacon and sugar. Currently they were waiting for the cupcakes to finish and decided to sit on the counter. It was high up and already a mess like them so it just made sense. ( Actually Libby demanded to be up there and Grace couldn’t say no to her baby girl )

After a wild game of patty cake in which the flour on their hand went flying, Grace couldn’t help but laugh along with her daughter. This moment was beautiful, as beautiful as it was messy. It was what she wanted all along. She knew better to think that life would be a perfect place all the time. But she also knew that Libby would be able to look back on her childhood with a smile. That she would always have a good life and love surrounding her at every turn. Leaning forward, she touched her nose to Libby’s and turns her head side to side, soaking in the sweet giggle of a happy daughter. It was her favourite song of all.

#para

Take Me To Church

Looking down, Grace’s gaze was heavy as she took in the man on his knees before her. His eyes traced the lace top of her stockings, the way they hugged the smooth skin of her thigh before leading up to a dress that would have made a true nun blush. But, despite the black dress and the habit on her head, they both knew that Grace was no nun, and Erik wasn’t really looking for forgiveness. That didn’t make the game any less fun.

Letting her nail drag along his chin before tilting his head up, Grace whispers one word through ruby lips. “Confess.” The shudder that runs through her Alpha’s spine would have been enough for her to call off any pretense of play and just hop onto his goddamn face, but she’s older now and having too much fun.

She also knew her patience wouldn’t last much longer anyway.

“I’ve been having impure thoughts,” he smirks. Teeth showing just long enough for Grace to crave them against her thighs.

“Impure?” Grace questions. “How impure?”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Erik growls before surging forward. Grace has never been hit by lightening but when his tongue claims her cunt she swears she knows what it would be like. Years of practice have left him ready, hands gripping her ass just to keep her steady as she curses his name, mumbling something about more Hail Mary’s before she calls out to god in a devilish moan.

They were surely going to hell, but at least the ride would be fun.

Around them the world ceased to exist, including the bed that was only a few feet away. In one swift motion Grace had Erik flat on his back, cunt dropping hard onto his cock as he ripped her dress in half. ( The habit stayed on. )

With him inside of her, it was easy to forget the world had ever been bleak She could forget when she thought she wouldn’t live to see eighteen. His fingerprints burned themselves onto her bones and made her feel more whole than any god could. And he carried her marks as well, would carry them always and it was why she knew he was hers. Why, even when she didn’t believe in herself, she believed in him.

Erik’s hands plastered the expanse of her waist before digging in so he could flip Gracie onto her back. There was nothing gentle in his movements but she’d never felt safer as he fucked into her like it was what he was made for. The Alpha was built for destruction, born to break and Grace was made to bend. Which was why he wore a satisfied smirk when she broke around him in shattered cries of his name and enough filthy words to make a sailor blush. But as her teeth sunk into his lower lip, she forced the smirk away and tightened her cunt and ever other inch of her body around him, making him break right along with her.

Breathlessly she pushed him off only to make home on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart as she smiled, letting out a burst of laughter before saying, “I don’t think hell’s ready for us.”

#self para #this is hella shit #and chris pratt thinks i'm going to hell

Stubborn Love

“I was thinking of bending you over the kitchen counter. Unless you think we can make it all the way to the bedroom?”

“When have we ever made it to the bedroom?” She questions, already dragging him inside.

#chat: Erik

Stubborn Love

“Good.” He nods, eyeing their children with a brow. Seemingly intent on ignoring their parents. “Any chance I can drag you back inside. Away from prying eyes?”

“That depends on what you plan on doing with me once we’re away from said prying eyes.” Grace responds coyly, one brow arched and lips pulled into a smirk.

#chat: Erik

Stubborn Love

“Better than I have in a long time.” He answers, when pulling away only to dive right back in for a longer, dirtier kiss. He is Erik Greyback, he has no shame, even in front of his own children. “How about you?”