#haleenforcer

[mccallofthewild]

😭

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😭 : seeing your muse crying

“James...” Scott whispered, wrapping his arms around the larger wolf and pulling him in close. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re a good enforcer, a good member of the pack. You’re a great father. I wish I had a father like you.” He kept his voice low and soothing, his fingers running through James’ hair. “You should be proud of yourself.”

[nottobecrossed]

☆

Send me a ☆ for my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours holding their hand after having been unconscious in the hospital for days.

She’s never been on this side of the hospital before. In and out to get packs, see other people who are mortal who she called friend, but never in a bed herself.

Eden looked at the horribly white walls and lighting, deciding that all this sterile and florescent couldn’t be a good environment for healing, before her eyes landed on her hand and followed it up James’s arm to his face. “What happened?”

[mccallofthewild]

*Since he's acting non-verbal at this point he just kind of heatbutts the younger male in the shoulder.*

Scott smiled at the headbutt, nosing into the enforcer’s hair.

[mccallofthewild]

🌙

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🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

Scott frowned as he watched James. He didn’t know what he was thinking out, but he could make a pretty educated guess. He was thinking about his son, still obsessing about him in Eichen House and trying to break him out. The young alpha joined him out side, grabbing his arm to still him and pull him closer.

“Come back inside. I’ll make us some hot chocolate and we can watch a movie.” He insisted, not giving the enforcer a choice in favor of simply tugging him inside. “I have the kind with the baby marshmallows in it.”

[mccallofthewild]

😴🔄’ ( Scotty getting a taste of his own medicine )

send ‘😴🔄’ for your muse to fall asleep in my muses bed

Scott’s fingers brushed through James’ hair when he finally got home from practice to find the enforcer in his bed. James needed this, he was sure. He wasn’t one to come over without reason, and even if he was, Scott already thought of him as his beta so he was always welcome. Scott took care of his usual routine - shower, homework, dinner (which he left a plate of in the microwave for James if he ended up wanting some) and then he joined James in his bed, laying close to him and draping an arm around his torso to give him the warmth and security of an alpha’s presence.

[nottobecrossed]

00:00:00

in a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muse’s reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Eden had never expected to get her number. She was over 400, and Lucian never had one. She assumed that being a vampire, which meant being technically dead, meant not getting one or having a soul mate. That was something for the living to enjoy.

But then, one day, like magic, it appeared on her skin. But it’s....odd. Her clock only had a few years on it and not nearly enough time. And she wasn’t a pedophile, she has no interest in a child (though she supposed to her everyone was a child). But the clock stayed, and ticked away, until it got down to the last few seconds when she met James.

She was confused, at first. He was a grown man, not a child, so why had her clock not started when he was born? Why did it start so late in his life and not the beginning like everyone else? But she doesn’t question it, too much anyway.

Until it bothered her too much one day and decided to ask. “Why did your clock for me start so late? Why did it just....show up out of the blue if you were always destined for me?”

[nottobecrossed]

( x ) ( for the sexy picture thing )

[nottobecrossed]

♡ [ for the ship aesthetic thing because we're curious ]

send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.

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