THE FORD FICS YOU HAVE MADE ME SOOOO UGH 🥹🥹🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 Can we have more housewife househusband moments with him? 🥹
YES OMG!!! I'M SO GLAD U LOVE IT ANON! OMG BEING HIS LIL HOUSEWIFE AND MAKING SURE HE DOESNT GET LOST IN THE CHAOS OF ALL HIS WORK AND JUST CLEANING UP AFTER HIM!!!! ENJOY THIS PLEASE
Pairings: Stanford Pines x Reader
Warnings: none! just house wife fluff
Word Count: 266
You hum softly as you sweep the wooden floor of the cabin, sunlight streaming through the windows. Ford is in the living room, hunched over his latest journal, glasses sliding down his nose. You glance over at him, noticing the pile of books and loose papers scattered around. Typical. With a shake of your head, you head into the living room, broom in hand.
“Ford, this place is a disaster,” you say teasingly, nudging one of the books with your foot.
He looks up, a bit startled, then sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve been... busy.”
“I can see that.” You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “Lucky for you, I’m here to keep things in order.”
You put the broom aside and start stacking the books, organizing them as best as you can. Ford watches for a moment, then gently tugs you down onto the couch beside him.
“Sit down for a minute, would you?” His voice is soft, but there’s a hint of amusement. “You’re always taking care of me.”
You lean into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “That’s my job, isn’t it? To make sure you don’t get lost in all this chaos.”
Ford chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You grin up at him. “Probably starve.”
He laughs, wrapping his arm around you, and for a moment, the mess doesn’t matter. The research doesn’t matter. It’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, right where you belong.
Ford loves his lil house wife 😣 what would this man do without you???
Summary: When Ford tries to find out what is going on with Reader.
Note: Saw these pics of Ewan and thought they could convey his concern for Reader.
Ford had never been one for sentimentality. He only had ever looked out for himself. But something about you, you were different. He paced back and forth as the doctor looked you over.
He was only ever called to care for vampires or werewolves in his world, but Ford was calling in on a favor. It was between the two of them. During the black death, he had saved the doctor’s life. So now, he desperately wanted to know what had just happened and possibly what it meant for the two of you.
“Right now all you need is some rest.” His kind voice sounded louder in the silent apartment. “I’m going to tell Ford everything we discussed.”
“All right doctor.” He heard you say and he stopped pacing.
The doctor closed Ford’s bedroom door before going over to him. “Can we talk?”
He gave the doctor a look, then he nodded. “Of course we can.” He ushered him over to his sofa, while he took his overstuffed chair. “All right doc, tell me everything.”
“I’ll tell you the important parts.”
“Fine. But what is going on?” He tapped his fingers against his thigh. He was antsy.
“You and Y/N are what humans, mortals,” The doctor’s lips curled in distain. “Call soulmates. You were meant to be together.”
A wet chuckle came from Ford. “Are you serious?” He rolled his eyes, he grimaced. “I was born-, well no fuck that. I was created around what, 1000 BC? Ghouls like me don’t get bonded mates. Look at her, seriously.” He threw his hands up. “She was born twenty-two, twenty-three years ago.”
“Twenty-five years ago, to be exact.”
“All right, so how is that possible?”
The doctor shrugged, “The two of you kept on missing each other, is what I reason. Or maybe...” He grimaced.
“What?” He snapped and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. What?”
“You had to grow up.”
Ford’s eyes narrowed.
“Look, I don’t blame you. You were living your life and boom, the vampire changed it all. Then you became the ‘It boy’, wanted by all artists and then by men and women alike.”
Ford sighed. “Yeah.”
“Well, you are not even the same one who saved me. You had to learn, see more before she could finally be at your side for the rest of it.”
“But-”
“Don’t even say it.” The doctor snarled. “I heard it in your voice when you called. You love her as much as she can and will love you.”
“Look, I do. I guess I love her but I’m not used to this, all these emotions. I want to protect her, I want to mark her as mine. I don’t know. I want to fuck her brains out, but I want to cuddle her.” He held his head in his hands as he leaned forward. He looked over at the doctor, his hair fell into his face. He raked his fingers through it. “I don’t know, a part of me also doesn’t want her to be burdened with me. I’m an asshole. I want to be mean again. I want to tell people to fuck off.” He could feel the doctor’s frustration. Being bonded as a doctor, mates or even having someone else was forbidden. “Look I’m sorry, I am all mixed up. Tell me what do I do now? Is she going to be ok?”
The doctor shrugged. “Continue being with her. Do what you’ve been doing.” He nodded. “She is, I mean she did just die and come back. She’s doing fantastically well.”
“So she really did?”
He pressed his lips together and nodded. A bitter chuckle came from him. “She did.” He smiled then. “No one said you have to stop being an asshole. You still can be. Go wreck some mayhem. Rob a few banks, hunt some of your prey down. A lethal glint entered his eyes, before he narrowed them again. “Give me your wrist.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Only you.” The doctor he trusted because of their shared history. Ford didn’t trust often. He trusted you because he had grown to care about you. But anyone else, they were slivers of trust. He held out his wrist.
The doctor took his hand. He ran his fingertips over his veins that had long since grown cold.
“Ford, when did your heart begin to beat with such regularity?”
“Ever since I met my bondmate apparently.”
“Ford.” The edge in his voice he couldn’t miss. He slouched under the doctor’s touch.
“What?”
“You’re changing.”
He knit his brows together. “Into what?”
“I don’t know. I need to do some research.”
“Great.”
******
He sat on the edge of the bed. So you were his bondmate. Damn, seeing you here like this, soft and asleep and he wanted you. He wanted to bring you into the darker side of his existence. But he also wanted you to remain as innocent as you were now. Which all things considered, well at least compared to him you were. He just didn’t know. He brushed some hair from your face.
“I love you, damn it.” He whispered.
The idea, the seed of the idea of hunting churned his stomach. Perhaps while you continued to sleep he could.
This is mainly because the poll is showing an astounding amount of want for Ford content as of rn so I thought I'd do this to tie you over until I can write about him (it's basically the same concept as my Stan one)
Pairings: Stanford Pines x Reader
Warnings: none! fluffy fluff!!
Word Count: 259
Ford takes you on a surprise stargazing date. He knows how much you love the night sky, so he sets up a cozy spot on the roof of the Mystery Shack, complete with blankets, pillows, and a thermos of hot cocoa he made himself.
As you both lie back, the night sky twinkling above, Ford excitedly points out constellations, his eyes lighting up with passion. (He's such a nerd but you love it.) But then, he turns to you with a soft smile, pulling out an old, worn notebook from his jacket.
"I've been writing down all the things I love about you," he says, a little shy but completely sincere. He opens the notebook, revealing pages filled with detailed notes, sketches, and little memories you've shared together. Each one is a testament to how much he cares, how deeply he notices every detail about you. The content in the notebook is so detailed and meaningful it's has all your quirks written in it with little doodles of you doing them to give a visual aid. (Some of them you didn't even know you did, but he did, he noticed.)
He reads a few aloud, his voice tender, and then places the notebook in your hands. "I wanted you to have this," he says, his gaze warm. "So you always know how much you mean to me."
Under the stars, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.
(To be loved is to be seen and Stanford Pines sees you.)
Pairings: Stanford Pines x Reader
Warnings: residual angst (barely) but nothing rlly, just comfort
Word Count: 1,003
A/N: I FELT SO FOR PT 1 SO I HAD TO RECONCILE WITH PT. 2 PLS FORGIVE ME EVERYONE
part 1
You sat there, staring at the door long after Ford had walked out. The storm raged louder now, echoing the turmoil inside you. His words kept replaying in your mind, each one like a fresh wound that refused to heal.
For a while, you didn’t move. You couldn’t. Everything felt too heavy, too final. You had always thought you could weather any storm with him, but now… maybe you had been wrong.
The door creaked open again, and for a moment, your heart leaped, thinking it was Ford, that maybe he had come back to apologize, to take it all back. But it wasn’t him. It was Stanley.
He took one look at you and frowned, concern etched into his features. “What the hell happened?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “Ford… he just—he just ended it.”
Stanley’s eyes widened, anger flaring in them, but it wasn’t directed at you. “That idiot,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “He always thinks he’s gotta handle everything alone.”
You shook your head, feeling the tears threatening to fall again. “He said I couldn’t understand what he’s dealing with. That I’m just in the way.”
Stanley sighed and sat down beside you, the bed creaking under his weight. “Ford’s got a way of overthinking things,” he said. “He’s stubborn as hell, always has been. But don’t let him make you feel like you’re not enough. This isn’t on you.”
For a moment, you couldn’t respond, the pain still too raw. “I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “He doesn’t want me around.”
Stanley put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Let him cool off,” he said. “He’ll realize what he’s done. And if he doesn’t… well, then he’s more of a fool than I thought. But you’re not the problem here. Don’t ever think you are.”
His words didn’t fix everything, but they gave you a flicker of hope in the darkness. Maybe Ford would come to his senses, or maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, you weren’t completely alone.
And that, at least, was something.
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Days passed, and each one felt heavier than the last. You tried to occupy yourself, but Ford’s absence was like a constant weight on your chest. Every sound, every thought reminded you of him, of the words he said and the finality in his voice. But despite the hurt, you couldn’t shake the hope that he’d come back, that maybe—just maybe—there was still something worth saving.
One evening, after the sun had set and the Mystery Shack was quiet, there was a soft knock on your door. You sat up, heart pounding, unsure if you should dare hope.
“Come in,” you said, your voice barely audible.
The door creaked open, and there he was— Ford, standing in the doorway, his face shadowed and serious. He didn’t look angry this time, but there was something else in his eyes—something that looked almost like regret.
“Can we talk?” he asked quietly, not moving from the door.
You nodded, unsure if you could trust your voice. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, but keeping his distance. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension was thick, the silence heavy.
“I’ve been thinking,” he finally said, his voice low and strained. “About what I said to you… about everything.” He paused, as if gathering his thoughts. “I shouldn’t have said any of it.”
Your heart ached at his words, but you stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue.
“I thought pushing you away would make things easier,” he admitted, his eyes dropping to the floor. “That if I didn’t have to worry about you, I could focus on the bigger problems. But I was wrong. It hasn’t made anything easier. In fact, it’s made everything worse.”
He looked up at you then, his expression softening. “I’ve been trying to do everything alone for so long, and I guess… I forgot... how to let someone in.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the emotions bubbling up. “Ford, I just wanted to help. I care about you.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “And I care about you, too. More than I can put into words. That’s why it was so hard. I was scared… scared of losing you because of the dangers I’m facing. But in trying to protect you, I pushed you away, and I almost lost you anyway.”
You stood up, taking a tentative step closer to him. “You don’t have to do everything alone,” you said gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Ford. I’m here, and I want to be with you—no matter how hard it gets.”
He looked at you, his eyes filled with something you hadn’t seen in days: vulnerability. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered. “Not after what I said.”
You shook your head, closing the gap between you. “That’s not true. We’ve both made mistakes, but we can fix this. We just have to do it together.”
Ford hesitated for a moment, then slowly, he reached for your hand. His grip was tentative at first, as if he wasn’t sure he deserved the comfort, but when you didn’t pull away, he held on tighter.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”
You squeezed his hand, feeling the weight of the moment lift ever so slightly. “I forgive you,” you said softly. “But we have to talk. No more shutting me out.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and relief. “No more shutting you out,” he promised, his voice firmer now.
For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a sense of peace settle between you both. The storm had passed, and though there would undoubtedly be more challenges ahead, you knew you could face them—together.
Ford pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he were afraid to let go again. And for now, that was enough.
Pairings: Stanford Pines x Reader
Warnings: none! fluffy fluff!!
Word Count: 335
Ford has been buried in research for days, barely taking a moment to rest. You’ve noticed the strain in his eyes and the weariness in his posture, so you decide it’s time to take care of him for a change.
One morning, while he’s still lost in his work, you quietly slip into the kitchen and start cooking up his favorite breakfast. You make sure to include all the little things he loves—crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and a perfectly (okay, slightly burnt) brewed cup of coffee.
Once everything is ready, you carry the tray up to his study. Gently knocking on the door, you peek inside and see him hunched over his desk, deep in thought. His face lights up with surprise when he sees you standing there, holding a tray of food.
“Thought you could use a break,” you say with a smile, setting the tray down in front of him.
Ford looks at the meal, then back at you, his expression softening as he realizes how much effort you’ve put into this. “You didn’t have to do this,” he says, his voice touched with genuine appreciation.
“I wanted to,” you reply, pulling up a chair beside him. “You’ve been working so hard. It’s time someone took care of you for a change.”
As he takes a bite, you can see the tension slowly melt away from his shoulders. He leans back in his chair, finally allowing himself to relax, and gives you a grateful smile. “This is exactly what I needed,” he admits, reaching out to take your hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Thank you.”
You spend the rest of the morning together, the stress of his work fading into the background as you chat, (kiss), laugh, and enjoy each other’s company.
By the time he’s finished eating, Ford looks at you with a warmth that makes your heart swell. “You always know how to make everything better,” he says softly, pulling you into a gentle embrace.
(I JUST WANNA BE HIS LIL HOUSEWIFE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR??)
Warning: teasing, dom!Ford, implied death, roller coaster of emotions and more connections with my story, Reflections
He looked up at you and tried to make a face that would make you melt but he couldn’t. There was such fire in your eyes and the way your cami hugged your curves… He was lucky. He relished being under you.
“I got you.” Your voice came out as a purr. You squeezed his wrists while holding them against the cool floor.
“You do, what are you going to do about it?” He rose an eyebrow.
“I will have to think of what I want.” You shifted atop him, before lowering yourself for a kiss. Damn, your scent enveloped him and you tasted so good. Not wanting to play fair he rocked against you. He knew it was the one thing apart from his own strength that he could use against you.
“Ford.” Your voice trembled as you broke the kiss to look at him.
“What baby?” He gave you his trademark grin. Feeling your grip lessen and rolling his wrists, he grabbed you and rolled with you so he was now on top.
“You slipped up, baby.”
Huffing, you wiggled as he easily held both of your wrists with only one of his hands. He watched as your chest rose and fell under him.
“I did but that doesn’t mean I can’t break free or-” Your voice broke as he grazed his fingertips against your exposed skin.
“What baby? What are you saying?”
You swallowed as you no longer felt his fingertips.
“I was saying I could break free.” You huffed.
A deep sound came from him. “Not today, baby.” And easily he was alongside you, still holding your hands above your head. His other slipped under your shorts and panties.
“This belongs to me.” He cupped you. Nothing more than that and your were writhing against his cool touch and the floor under you.
“I belong to you.” You whispered.
As his smile grew your stomach clenched. You knew he felt what saying that did to you. “What did you say? Please don’t whisper.”
“I belong to you.” He slipped two fingers inside of you and you arched off the floor. “Please, yes.”
“That’s my girl, I was growing worried that you had enjoyed pinning me down too much. That perhaps you easily forgot who is the one who enjoys making you cum.”
“Never.”
His fingers made you gasp before he pulled them out of you. Freeing your hands he drew serious as he smirked, letting you see as he licked at his fingers. “Take those off.”
Excitedly you did, in those quick moves you looked at him sweetly. You bit your bottom lip. “Make me yours.”
Excitement made your heart hurt as he was over you then. He opened your legs and went between them. “You’re mine.”
His voice was almost a snarl, which was matched by the raspiness of his zipper as he freed himself from the confines of his belt and jeans.
He slid in but as he did he pulled you close. The sensation made you once again arch off of the floor. Your heart twisting in its pleasure.
There was no time for finesse anymore. You both needed and wanted what came next. You clung onto him. Somewhere you lost your cami and sweat broke out on your body as you held onto him.
Your fingers ravaged his hair as you felt his lips and tongue before they met your own.
Pain which was mingled with pleasure shot through you and meeting his eyes you came hard. “Yeah, that’s my girl. I do that to you, you’re mine.”
He buried his face where your throat met your shoulder. You heard as a deep moan came from him and he came hard in you.
There on the floor he pulled you close. “Baby, damn I missed you.”
You looked at him dazed, and it was true. He had been gone for an incredibly long week, researching in the archives or whatever he called it. You couldn’t remember. But then, you could barely feel him. Blinking, you felt like you woke from your haze of pleasure.
“Ford... Ford.” You were grasping but you couldn’t hold him. Everything was swirling around you. You tried to grab onto him. Suddenly, as if something pushed you, you fell or more like slammed backwards onto the wood floor behind you. Sharp nausea filled, opening your mouth to breathe. It didn’t help. It felt as if the floor began to move under you. Blinking, you tried to focus on the ceiling but then everything went black.
*****
You blinked and saw Ford hanging over you. He looked upset. His dark hair hung in his face as he looked down at you. You smiled. You felt ok now. “I’m ok.” You whispered and reaching out, your hand went right through him.
“Oh honey, no.”
You knew that voice, you smiled. Rolling easily right through Ford’s arm, you just had to get to that voice. Which felt funny when you did that. That’s when you noticed that you were dressed. You had been naked, you shrugged.
Getting up, you turned. You saw him. There he was. Dressed in a beige suit that just hung off his slender frame. Like the one he wore when he bumped into your table the day you two met.
“Jerome.” Happiness filled you, it made tears prickle your eyes. You ran over to him. It felt like it took forever, that something was clutching onto your ankles but you made it over to him. You fell into his arms much like you did in the feather bed in that silly Japanese restaurant. He was so solid and warm. You clung onto him.
“Oh, honey no... No.” His voice was sad. There were tears you felt fall into your head.
You looked up. He looked horribly sad. “Jerome?” You were confused.
He squeezed his eyes shut, he opened them and tears laid fresh on his lashes, like the day you two played in the rain at that resort. Just before... Then you remembered.
“But… What?” Confusion and pain ripped into you.
“Yes. I’m dead but you can’t be... You shouldn’t be. It’s your turn to know the love I couldn’t give you.”
He gestured to where you saw Ford looking at you, pressing your wrist to his lips.
“But… But...” You managed.
He sighed. “I know you love him,” A tear slid down his cheek. “And you loved me and that’s ok. Really. Go back. He needs you. He’s your destiny.”
“Then why? Why all this pain of seeing you, feeling you?” Your happy tears turned to pain. “Jerome, it hurt so much, I wanted to die but now... Now…” You balled up a hand and hit him.
“I know, I know.” He grabbed your hand. “Just let me go... Just let me go. I’ll visit but let him be yours now, let him be your forever...”
“I don’t know if I can...” Tears continued to fall.
“You can.” He grabbed you by your upper arms. Space grew between you. “He will love you for more than one lifetime. Just let me go.”
He pushed you then, everything began to swirl and twirl. Your fingers lingered but then no longer felt him or his beige suit.
Suddenly, you bolted upright and crashed into something solid. You immediately pulled back, but then you saw him and practically leapt right back at him. “Oh Ford, it’s you. It’s you.”
“Y/N... Y/N...” He held you back, looked you all over and then just pulled you close. And you just clung onto him.
“It’s me... It’s me.” You felt complete in his cool embrace, looking up at him you gave him a shaky smile.
Warning: memories of past intimacy...implied smut.
As you turned back around to face the mirror, you smiled as you rested against him. “You’re so pale.”
He nodded, “I am. I’ve always been pale.” His arm tighten around you. “I am rather fond of seeing flushed you are at the moment.”
You met his eyes, they looked so stormy. There was so many questions you had but you just didn’t know where to start. You noticed one particular scar that fascinated you. You did something that you felt compelled to do. Going on your tip toes, you gave a soft sensuous kiss. “Where did you come across such a scar?” You looked at him from under your lashes.
He drew your face up, his thumb caressing your chin. “Fencing.” He kissed you then.
You sighed into the kiss.
*****
He had always thought he had a good sex drive but apparently there could be a chance he had met his match with you. The way your lips felt on him, kissing that old scar. He got it during a fencing duel during the days of Napoleon. One day, he would tell you.
He could feel the questions bubbling within you. After everything that happened today, he needed a break. For the first time since this lifestyle was thrust upon him, he actually worried about your reaction. Any other person, would just break their little neck and gave a good meal or let them run off. But you caused a kernel of worry.
For a moment, he eased the feelings of a deep sleep to overcome you. He hated doing this to you, but he figured he had better get his place in order. He realized he had better tidy that shower and bring well some human food into his place.
He carried you to his bed. You were as lovely as a flower. Right now, you were just like a wilted flower.
Once you were there, he pulled his clothes back on he worked fast. Your energy that you bestowed on him was outstanding. The tub was free of twigs, leaves and well any blood remains that lingered.
After pulling on his boots, he went over to you. He sat beside you for a moment, he took your hand. He hoped you’d have some good dreams. None that would cause you any pain. He’d be back soon and hold you close. He was eager to have you wake up in his arms. He laid your hand over your heart, he loved feeling its delicate beat.
*****
He barely walked into his favorite grocery store that was nearby when the butcher immediately greeted him. “Will I feeding another soon?” His eyes were alit with excitement.
It made his stomach turn. “Not sure. We’ll see.”
“Well, I have some choice pieces for you.”
“Wonderful, I’ll come by your counter shortly. There are some other things I am picking up while I’m here.”
“Fantastic. But allow me to find you.” Excitedly he rubbed his hands together.
He nodded, “Sure that would be great.”
Once his fellow ghoul walked away he relaxed. He was a young ghoul, he always wanted to please him. He had not realized taking you as his everyone would know. It kind of rankled him that his privacy was slipping.
Grabbing a cart he soon grabbed somethings he could hope would make his place easier for you to be in. He was just finishing up when the butcher came back.
“Here you go Ford, if you need anything for your girl let me know.”
He thanked him and finally paid for everything and headed back. His last stop was his the garage, where he stored his personal forma of transportation. He dusted them off and filled them with gas. He wanted to be ready for anything. That damn vampire was still on the loose.
******
Once back at his apartment, he put everything away. He lingered by his fridge, taking out one of the boxes the butcher gave him, his eyes lit up as he saw the juicy red meat. He sunk his teeth in and closed his eyes, it was particularly good.
With the energy that coursed through him from his meal and from you as he came to lay beside you again he was feeling very good.
As he gently eased off on the sleeping spell, he looked over how delicately you laid there. He smiled as he saw that in your sleep, a delicate modestly had come out as your hand covered your beautiful center. Images filled his minds eye on how you rode his fingers it was almost too much.
As his eyes came drifted over to his mark. He smirked, you were certainly his now. The idea made his stomach tighten. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Baby?” He asked softly, as eagerness over you continued to tighten his stomach.
Your eye lids fluttered, “Did I faint?” Your voice was thick with sleep.
“No baby, not this time.” He feeling a little mischievous, he grazed his fingers over that back of your hand that still held yourself. “You fell asleep.”
“Ford.” A soft sound came from you.
“Mmm? I’m right here baby.” He gently caressed the small valleys between your fingers. As he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“You make it so hard for me to think straight.”
He chuckled softly, he smoothed his fingers over yours and with your hand under his he squeezed, you were both cupping you. “Ever since I discovered you like this, I haven’t been able to think either.”
You gently raised yourself against his fingers. “I’ve never held myself like this.”
He smirked down at you, “Apparently, I bring this out of you.” He chuckled.
“Maybe.” He felt as you slipped your hand away then it came to cover his.
Summary: Ford finds out some interesting things out about his relationship with reader. His ex-companion werewolf, proves to know more and more. But will he in the end heed the advice he is given.
Warning: Smut implied at the end...boob touching/teasing but nothing further.
Ford felt invigorated, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. Being with a human, well if he was honest with himself, loving a human was fantastic.
In the past, he had been a love sick puppy just hoping for a scrape here or there. He grew up fast after that. It didn’t take him long to realize he hated obligations. They irked him. He had always been number one. No one else truly mattered. That was probably why deep down when things ended, and not always with the best outcome, he had not particularly cared.
The idea of protecting you, loving you excited him. There was so much he wanted to do for you. The only problem was, you still tended to faint. That bothered him. The bartender still could not figure out why. The only thing that made sense was that you were a human and he was a ghoul. Despite hating his maker for reasons that were too many, he wished he could talk to him about this. There had to be something he could do.
Sliding into his leather jacket and pulling on his boots, he was eager to meet you in the park. He pushed his worries aside.
He was walking along when he felt her. Rolling his eyes, he turned before she could say something.
“What do you want?”
She stopped. “How did you know it was me?”
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I could feel you.”
“Um, ok. Well we need to talk.”
He put a hand on his hip and looked down at the short werewolf. “We need to talk. Right.” He repeated dryly.
“Look Ford, I’m serious. It's about your human.” She made a face.
He rose an eyebrow, he knew she was jealous.
“Look, you still could kill her.”
“I haven’t yet.”
“One more time and well you could.”
“What do you mean one time?”
“Humans don’t just faint.”
He smirked.
She tugged on his leather jacket. “Will you listen to me, she is not fainting because of your prowess.”
He grimaced. “You really know how to be a downer, Tammy.”
“Look, I’m very jealous of your human. I had always wished that you’d want to be with me like you want her. But since you’re not, the least I can do is prevent you from killing her.”
It was a lot to listen to. “Tammy?”
“Yes, Ford?”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah. Look, you’re cute for a werewolf. Why not find someone who wants to go marking territory or howl at the moon with you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because as horrible of a ghoul as you think you are, you have a good heart. None of our kind have one, good or otherwise.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess.” He pressed his lips together. “Is she really that close to death? I mean, why haven’t my passions just changed her?” There had been one or two times, it has happened, he thought annoyed.
She shrugged. “Maybe there is something special about her. I mean with every breath she surrenders, she gives to you.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
She closed the distance, her cold hand laid over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. “Your heart is getting stronger and stronger.”
He brushed her hand aside. “That can’t possibly be that. The butcher, he’s been supplying me with some amazing meats.”
“You’ve been eating less and less, haven’t you?”
“Yeah but like I said, I have been feeling very well. Just by being around her, this energy just flows from her. I feel unstoppable.”
The werewolf shook her head. “That’s her life. She, her soul or something is just giving you her life force.”
“Then what am I supposed to do.”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this.”
“Well, I don’t want to kill her. I also can't just abandon her, that stupid vampire is still lurking in the shadows.”
She nodded, looking past him and then back at him. “Maybe if you do, he’ll leave.” She shrugged. “He loves drama but if you give her up, maybe he will just walk away.”
“Keep on looking, maybe I will just fucking make her.”
“Ford, a new ghoul hasn’t been made in decades.”
He shrugged. “Not my problem. I didn’t have a choice.”
“At least let me make her a werewolf or something.”
“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe I could save all of us. I could just kill her.” A sharp pain sliced through him.
“Ford.” She screeched. “You can’t do that, you love her.”
“My love already is. Shakespeare and many a poets before and after him wrote of it.”
“I’ll think of something.”
“Fine. Well, I have to go. I’m already late.”
*****
The idea actually disgusted him. He was just so angry. How could being with you kill you? Sure sometimes you grew as pale as him. The fainting persisted and lasted longer. Honestly he fucking loved you and well, that really couldn’t possibly be it. It had to be something else. Stupid fucking werewolf.
Entering the park, he could instantly smell you. It put a smile back on his face. He’d prove them wrong. You were his, no one was going to take you away, least of all him.
He laid a hand on either side of you as you sat on the bench. “Hi baby.” He practically purred.
You jumped but then giggled. “Ford, you beast.” You tilted your head back and smiled at him. He got close to you, he could feel as your breath was warm on his face. “Did you miss me, baby?”
“I did.”
He captured your lips, you easily deepened it sitting there. A fiendish idea prickled his mind as he kissed you back. He let his hand drift down the front of your dress, till his hand was over your racing heart. Feeling it thud or how you inhaled sharply before breaking the kiss, excited him.
“Ford. What if someone sees us?” Your hands flew to the front of yourself, trying to deflect his touch. It wasn’t working.
“They will see a man who loves to touch his girl.”
You wiggled where you sat. “But.. But...” It was obvious, you were not succeeding.
“But what, baby?” Easily he moved his hand, his fingers smoothed under the lacy fabric of your bra and he cupped one of your breasts. “Now I am actually groping you.”
A soft sound came from you.
He let his thumb graze your growing nipple, it pulled another sound from you. “Shall we go baby or am I making you feel good?”
“You are.” You panted, as you licked your lips. “Please take me home.”
He easily slipped his hand out only to caress your throat. “I will happily take you home.”
