#axel-levine

[brydenharris-blog]

nostalgia || Axel & Bryden

@axel-levine

Being just late enough in the day that the tavern was open, but early enough that the only people in the bar were day drinkers, Bryden made himself comfortable on a stool a beer finding its way in front of him. he had been expecting to see familiar faces in this old town, and he wasn’t exactly disappointed. A lot of the key members were still right on up in the ranks, but quite a bit had changed since the last time he had been here. Like Axel no long owning the auto shop. That had been a shocker, but eventually he had been pointed in the right direction of where the bastet could be found. The Gaslight Tavern, which, thinking about it, wasn’t all that surprising.

“Know where I can find Axel?” he asked once he got the attention of someone behind the bar. Bryden couldn’t really be sure why he was looking for Axel, they had gone more than a couple decades without being in contact, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Regardless of how little the two actually knew about each other, they were family. And Bryden had just disappeared without a trace. “Just tell him an old friend is stopping by.”

[blood-sexand-wolves]

🍻 Rae & Axel

Axel - 6) Slow dance together

Some of the best times she had ever spent with Axel, well the ones she could remember, were down at Gaslight. The time there just seemed so unpredictable being unable to account for the sudden fallings out and the duty that was for them to solve a sudden ballroom brawl break out. Everyone had their fair share of getting their hands dirty and it came as a saving grace that she healed so quickly though there had been that one occasion she’d asked Axel to re-break her arm as the setting had taken wrong. He’d obliged a little too keenly but had shoved half a bottle of whiskey down the wolf’s throat beforehand.

Another day stood out as the nostalgic mood began taking hold, a rather embarrassing one really where the pair, she couldn’t really remember who had instigated it, probably her moved to the centre of the dance floor, their bodies pressed closer than either would have figured to be seen as a good idea. Lenore recalled her head just reaching a comfortable spot on his shoulder with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist with the smell of his cologne tantalising her senses. She didn’t see Axel in a romantic sense but she did feel comfortable, maybe even protected as she felt him replicate her hold. His chin raised a little to rest atop of her head.

No one had commented, the entire atmosphere carried some kind of chilled feel to it as their bodies slowly swayed, taking small steps moving them around the same little spot they had first taken too.

Sitting back, Lenore inhaled another lung full of smoke before breathing it out through her nose, the cigarette balancing at the corner of her mouth as her fingers tightened around the warm mug of coffee. Axel even now was one of those friends who knew exactly what she needed and made a point of just doing rather than questioning. 

Rae - 11) Lose a bet and drink the shitmix prepared by the other

Rae Webster, she loved the girl to bits but the smell of the concoction she was putting together was making her feel more than a little green. She’d stopped reading the labels of the bottles as they were tilted, following one of a questionable thickness and colour expanded and fizzed at the bottom of the glass.

The bet had been something stupid, though had seemed a good idea at the time when it looked as though she was winning. The age old Cinnamon challenge where the objective is to film yourself eating a spoonful of ground cinnamon in under 60 seconds without drinking anything, then upload the video to the Internet. So, okay, they tweaked it a little, choosing to film one another and time how long it took to either be swallowed or coughed and spluttered all over the counter top.

FIVE blasted seconds! Rae had managed to hold it together for five more excruciating seconds before downing a pint of water and chucking her guts up in the wide ceramic sink. Something else the loser was put in line to clean up.

Looking back at the glass, Lenny couldn’t ignore the smug smirk crossing the other wolf’s face, a face she herself should have been proudly wearing. Scrunching her eyes tightly closed as she was handed the vial and weighty mixture it didn’t seem such a bad idea to pinch her own nose and down the contents without further thought. There was some chunkiness, though still easy enough to swallow and a strange sensation that struck as sprinkles?

Slamming the empty pint glass on the counter along with her fist, Lenore though back the tears threatening her reputation. She wasn’t upset by any stretch of the imagination but her body seemed to be reacting from the strain she had forced upon herself. “Bucket! QUICK!”

@axel-levine @rae-webster

[ink-n-earbuds]

🍻 Rae

Slow dance together

Connor loved parties. He loved to throw them and he loved to go to them. He had no problem inserting himself into the situation even when he didn’t know anyone. At least this party hosted a few people he did know, though the pretty blonde with the hard blue eyes wasn’t one of them. He had decided, as he watched her sway to the music, that he would have to change that. 

“Dance with me,” he said leaning low to speak to her. She was short and the music was loud so the tattooist had stooped to be heard. 

The blonde with the piercing eyes looked up at him, a heavy glaze to her eyes. He could smell the wolf on her, but he could see that she also had a rather pleasant buzz going on. “Sure,” she said with a slight lift of one shoulder. “Why not.”

Connor gave her wide grin and stepped in closer to the girl and the music changed from the uptempo beat to something a little slower. His wide grin shifted to a soft smirk and he reached for the Blonde’s hips. She went willingly into his hold as the slow music starting to sway through the room. It was easy to get lost in, when his hand slipped around her waist and he pulled her in as close as he could. Her head rested on his shoulder, warm hands wrapped around his back and splayed over his shoulders. The rest of the party fell away and it was just two people dancing. The slowness, clung to the pair even after the music ended, the tiredness of the nights end weighing them down.

When he realized that the song was over he pulled away from the girl and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Thanks,” he said before he was moving through the crowd on his way to another part of the party. He never did get the pretty blonde’s name, but, that was part of the fun of parties.

@rae-webster

[flames-for-the-pyre]

☕️ Mina

Making hot cocoa together and cuddle up. (creative license was taken) 

Their interactions had not started out the best. In truth, it was Xera’s fault that it had all started out so horribly. Mina terrified her, but not for the reasons most expected. The power the woman exuded, the flames that licked her tips, that didn’t bother Xera. She was used to that. Her magic did the same. Flame called out to flame, but it was the other parts of her strong personality that caused the issues. She knew Mina wasn’t Thomas. Knew she would not treat her the way Thomas had. That did not stop the fear from being there and so Xera reacted and put distance and walls up. She fought back when there was nothing and no one to fight. She had been wrong. 

“I made cocoa,” she said softly as she moved from the kitchen to the open living room. She had been told to go home. They weren’t going to be training like they had planned. She had made a choice not to listen. Perhaps she was finally realizing that Mina was not Thomas.

Xera saw it, even if Mina didn’t think she did. There was hurt in the blue eyes. The fire that had burned through the junkyard and turned the air to ash in town was on everyone’s lips, but few understood just what kind of fire was needed to do the damage it had done. Xera did. 

Mina looked up at her from the side of the couch she’d curled up on and stared blankly at her. “You’re still here, I thought I said we weren’t training.” 

Xera didn’t pay attention to the tone, deciding that the far away look in normally sharp eyes trumped everything. “You did,” she said setting the cocoa on a coaster. “but you look like you could use a friend.” Not that Xera was Mina’s friend, but perhaps she could be. 

@vaerminagoldsmith

[gentlesmiles-n-savagehands]

☕️ Ash (you knew that was coming)

Go outside and stargaze

The night was warm but it was to be expected in August. Nico didn’t typically mind the heat and so the idea of being outside on the back porch was a perfectly fine one. There was a decent breeze and it ruffled the leaves of the trees around the back yard.  The flickering glow of amber fire light caused distorted shadows to dance across well watered grass and over the patio itself. 

Nico sat on a large, hand carved wooden couch, the cushions tied in place. One arm rested on the side, a beer in his hand. The other was wrapped around the shoulder of a gorgeous blonde that was tucked into his side. They sat in contented silence, sipping on their beers and watching the fire crackle and pop. Peaceful. It was a feeling Nico had not known in his centuries, but one that he was starting to understand as he looked up at the stars. It was weird to think that in another life, they had both looked upon these and other stars not realizing that the paths they walked would lead them here. 

He moved slightly, letting the beer sit on the arm of the custom made couch. His fingers traced through the air, connecting the dots of stars. “Aquila,” he said suddenly. His voice was deep and thick from silence and relaxation. “I always liked him best.” It resonated strangely with Nico. A messenger sent to pick up a package, to do the gods word. Perhaps in some small sense, Nico could relate to that. He always working for someone. “Stars are kind of amazing if you think about it,” he said sounding far away. “We could be standing anywhere in the southern hemisphere and still see the same stars. Miles apart and yet connected by a simple patch work of tiny dots in the night sky.” 

Ashildr shift in his arms, her hand reaching out to point out another constellation. “Aquarius.” He looked away from the stars, focusing on Ashildr at his side and smiled. “The constellation that represents one of Aquila’s missions.” Ganymede had been brought on the eagle’s back to Zeus. 

The fire danced in Ash’s eyes and Nico found him lost not in the stars but in something much closer. That peaceful feeling was directly linked to the woman in his arms. She was so beautiful and the fire only accentuated that, but it was more than her beauty that drew Nico in. The beauty was simply there, it was everything else about her that made falling in love with her so easy. 

He pointed out another, knowing full well she would follow suit. The summer sky was rich with constellations. Some of the best known could be seen during this time of year and he loved sitting out there finding all of them. Doing it with Ash made it better. Even as the moved from roaring flames to flickering embers and he found her tucked a bit tighter into his side. Her small frame craving the warmth that the wolf that rested inside provided. 

This was what Retirement was supposed to be like. 

@ashildrfalkenstrom

[brennaerikson-blog]

🍻 Ash

Jump up onto the bar and cause a scene together (also flashback)

Brenna stood on the bar, the song being played by the men in the back had been a good stomper and she was ready to dance with it, right in sync with the other girls that had jumped up as well. Of course, She wouldn’t have come out to this bar without Ash, the ale on its own was something she knew her sister would be aching for. So, as she looked down at the blonde sitting in the chair below her, Brenna moved along to the music with the others, catching Ash’s eye before deciding she needed Ash up there with her. 

It had been ages since she’d seen her sister, and while she knew she was settled with a husband and a family, Brenna wanted a night with her- and a night she got. She reached down to Ash, taking the ale out of her hand and handing it off to another near by. “Come on, you’re dancing with me.” 

Ash laughed. “Like hell I am.” 

Brenna quirked a brow, the others around them noticing the rejection and shouting in response. They howled and cheered as Brenna looked at her with her classic ‘haha I win’ look. “Lets go, mom. Time to have some fun.” She said as she took Ash’s hand, pulling her up onto the wooden bar in the shack of a tavern on the outside of town. As the band played their instruments in the back, Brenna kicked her feet to the music, occasionally bumping hips with Ash to get her more into it. 

[tinsleyevelyn-adams-blog]

🍻

Dance together (this is gonna be a flashback cause reasons)

After yet another successful night of fights, the whole gang found themselves back at the Gaslight. Grant was making himself busy behind the bar where Tinsley had just come from. She had a few drinks in hand, dropping them to a select few as she passed them. It was a good night, all fights that she had bet on had won- which were of course Grant and Axel. As she handed off the last drink, she felt two hands at her hips, pulling her back into arms she had been waiting for all night. 

“Excuse me, Miss Adams, but I believe I ordered a drink as well.” He said, his lips at her ear as she let herself melt into his embrace. Tinsley bit on her lip, a smirk plastered on her lips as she turned in his arms, allowing her arms to drape over his broad shoulders. “You know, I might just get you that drink if you ask a little nicer.” She teased. 

The music was blaring in the place, and out of pure instinct the two of them swayed along to the beat, their bodies pressed tightly together as both of them forgot about the drink for the immediate moment. It was only when the song wound down, blending into the next one, that Tinsley looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief. “I’ll go get you that drink now, I guess.” She whispered before leaning up to speak in his ear. “I’ll bring it to you upstairs.” She muttered before pressing to lips to his neck. 

She could feel the deep chuckle in his throat as he nodded in agreement. “Deal.” He said, grabbing her hand and moving to spin her away from him. She went with it, a soft giggle leaving her lips before she would let his hand go and make her way to the bar. 

[copelandjxmeswinston-blog]

🍻 Cyrus and Rae

Cyrus - Get dared to kiss each other

Copeland sat next to Parker on the ground, a large group of them gathered in a circle with a bottle in the middle. She had her drink resting in her lap, legs crossed indian style as she watched the bottle spin and spin. Next to Parker sat Cyrus. what the girl did to convince him to play this game was beyond Cope, but she heard it had something to do with tequila and her winning personality. 

Parker leaned forward and grabbed the empty bottle. “Cope’s turn!” 

Copeland sighed and held out her hand, fingers moving in a ‘gimmie’ motion as she brought her drink to her lips with the other hand. She handed her cup to Parker, who was as giddy as a teenage gossip queen at this point. Copeland leaned forward, placing the bottle down and giving it a good spin, sitting back as she watched it go round and round and round and.....slowly stopping. She had yet to connect the line from the bottle to whom she’d be kissing, but something told her it might be Cyrus by the loud ‘YESSSSSS’ That she heard on her left from Parker. She had been waiting for the bottle to land on her brother all night. 

Cope leaned forward, hands holding her red cup as she looked from the bottle to who was no doubt a Kattalakis brother. Well. It could be worse. Cope sighed and just gave him a look, one of those ‘Well then...’ looks. She brought the cup to her lips, downing what was left of it and put the cup down next to her. She pushed herself up, leaning over Parker who very quickly backed up for her. 

Cyrus looked at her with his usual passive, yet annoyed, glare. “Cope..” 

Copeland just shushed him. “Don’t talk.” She said before bringing the hand she wasn’t leaning on up to grasp him behind the neck, fingers pushing into his dark locks as she pulled him closer. Maybe it was the drinking, maybe it was their already close relationship, but as she got closer and pressed her lips to his, there was no hesitation, not even a little as she let her lips linger against his for a moment, breaking the kiss with a soft tug on his bottom lip before breaking from him completely. 

As she sat back down, Copeland grabbed the bottle and handed it off. Moving on with the game, and her night as if it hadn’t happened. Though if he were looking at her still, he’d surely catch the quick glance she’d send his way- if he didn’t see it, Parker surely did. 

Rae - Lose a bet and drink the shitmix prepared by the other

Cope stood there, a small pout on her lips as she watched Rae pour a little of everything into a pitcher. Before she had accepted the bet, Copeland very willingly accepted the term that it would be a large drink prepared by the other- now she found herself wishing she had argued for a little red solo cup. Cope looked around, others had been gathering to see if the young wolf could take down her punishment without fail- the pressure was on. 

“C’mon Rae, I think that’s enough.” She said, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she watched the blonde pick up the bottle of spiced run for a third time. 

Rae just shook her head, a look of sheer determination on her face. “Nope, can’t stop until I’ve gotten the perfect color....” she trailed off, looking into the pitcher once more and reaching for a bottle of midori. Copeland was already gagging at the thought of spiced rum and melon liquor in the same drink. 

Eventually Rae would stop, look in the pitcher, and then at Cope with a triumphant smile on her lips. “It’s perfect.” She’d say before raising up the pitcher by the handle, handing it to Cope. “This is the shitmix to end all shitmixes.” She declared, others around them cheering at her accomplishment. 

Copeland just groaned and took it from her. “Give me it, let’s get this over with.” She brought it to her lips, trying her best not to breathe in what was surely a toxic mix of alcohol. But, never one to back down from a challenge, Cope brought it to her lips and began drinking it. She would pause a few times, the burning in her throat becoming a little much at times, but then she’d soldier on. Moments later, she’d set the empty pitcher down with a bit of force. “Boom.” She’d say. 

“Now. I bet you can’t that guy...” she pointed across the way. “And that chick...” she pointed to another on the opposite side of the barn. “To kiss. I’m fairly confident they haven’t met before.” Cope grinned. “Get going, I’ll be over here mixing.” She said confidently.