Just gonna share the first few Lumber AU drawings I’ve done…
In this au, Freddy is 45 year old bear who lives in a quaint little town known as Sleepy Meadows. From the title of this au alone, he inherited the role as lumberjack from his late father’s profession and chops and sells wood to any of the locals in the area. He also takes on odd jobs around town to keep himself busy.
Also the girl in the second picture is my oc Hazel! She’s a farm girl who is one of the local residents Fred would meet in this au. The two would end up being friendly with one another with Hazel often leaving the old bear flustered with her playful nature. Which Fred finds it endearing…
This Punisher variant cover comic is so supremely Lilac coded, I've been thinking about it all week. I would love to hear any thoughts about lumberjack Frankie again ❤️
a/n: omg, okay, YES! i have not seen that cover, woooooww, i mean, it's him! it's my lumberjack! oh how i've missed my baby ♡
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lumberjack!frank, extremely yummy subject
so yummy in fact that i have in the past written a full on, big fat series about it (it's called lilac)
but if we're just gonna think thots about a more general lumberjack!frank, well well well...
first of all, it's always made a lot of sense to me as a natural path for him to go down if we think about when he canonically had that construction job and when he was just on the road (so essentially the beginning of seasons before shit hit the fan lol)
him moving out into the middle of nowhere, being a sexy little hermit, and doing a solitary job that's still pretty physical makes total sense to me.
good cover to hide from folks who still want him dead and still have a somewhat normal life
he'd have a little cabin out in the middle of the woods, so deep that no one except for the woodland creatures dare wander over there
probably be very off-grid, mostly in the name of his own safety
minimal supply runs, mostly grow/hunt for his own food and such
and the few times (maybe once a month) when he does travel in to the closest town, he does his best to keep it brief and hide his face from any security cameras and suspicious folk, just keep his head down
the work itself is probably under the table, and he's arranged it to be as low-key as possible, with minimal interactions with strangers and such
and though many may warn him about not doing most of the aspects of the job on his own without at least one buddy in case something goes wrong and a tree or something falls on him, our dude has done far more dangerous things in his life, so the risks in this job doesn't scare him one bit.
also, side note,
i fully stand by him growing out his hair and beard and just only in the summer when it gets too hot shave it off with a pair of clippers
it's just him out there, alone, being emo
there's no blind lawyer to put on aftershave for, hehe
also extremely important note?
the slutty flannel shirts he'd wear...
muted, dark colours...
sleeves rolled up....
buttons undone way too low so that you can not only see the tank oúnderneath, but also the drops of sweat glistening on his chest as it rises and falls rapidly with every breath in between axe swings........
and not even to mention the fucking pornographic grunts and other sounds that slip out when he chops a big ol log, putting all of his might into splitting that wood open (split my legs open why don't you)
i could honestly go on forever about that flavour of him (lol, probably why i wrote what's essentially a full on book)
just thinking about abby as a lumberjack who occasionally posts content on tiktok, and everyone is always thirsting in the comments trying to get her to reply. and then you ask a genuine question about the project she's working on in the video, and she responds, which then eventually (way down the line) leads to yall in a relationship :)))))
or even a carpenter. or a ceramicist/sculptor like myself. honestly just anything that involves arm work😛
this post was just an excuse to put my idea out into the world so now if people perceive it, i'm forced to actually write it
I also added Zyn in @/sleepy-teddh's Lumberjack AU. They're a freelance farmhand. They mostly take care of Izzy's sanctuary since she's pretty clumsy, but they help others.
Zyn has abnormalities too. They're like Luisa from Encanto. Extremely strong, and can lift buildings if needed. 💪
Warnings: fluff, unplanned pregnancy, remorse, we love Bear
This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist
Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Snippet)
Written for @buck-star "Fluffy Winter Event"
I used the tropes: Cabin in the woods + Grumpy x Sunshine + soon to be parents
Ari didn’t let you out of sight. He made sure Bear, and he would flank your sides until you arrived at your apartment. At least, he didn’t complain about your small apartment.
While you watched Ari and Bear step inside your apartment, an uneasy feeling spread in your chest. You wrung your hands while intrusive thoughts made you anxious.
What if it’s a mistake to go back? What if he regrets taking you home? What if he hates the baby and you? What ifs swirled in your mind as Ari looked around your home.
“What do you want to take with you? We’re not going to come back here,” he said, pointing toward the couch in your living room. “I only need to know what you’re taking with you, and you’ll sit here and have a rest.”
“Ari,” you sighed and shook your head. “We can’t go back to what we had so easily. What if you change your mind again? I already quit my job, and now you want me to give up my apartment too. If I leave now I won’t have a place to return to.”
“Good,” he said, and wrapped his arm around your middle to guide you toward the couch. “Now sit and tell me what you’ll need at our home. Bear will keep you company.”
Sitting down on your couch, you sighed again, a little louder this time.
“What is it? Are you in pain? Is it the baby?” Ari sat next to you on the couch to rest his head on your belly. “Baby, are you okay in there? Are you bugging your mommy? Be good. She needs a rest. Your daddy was an idiot.”
“It’s that I’m scared you’ll change your mind again. I can’t do this again. Men always tell you they want you back and change their mind easily the moment a new face shows up.”
“My sweet tramp,” Ari murmured against your belly. “I only want you. Do you honestly believe I moved into the cabin in the middle of nowhere to bring girls home every other day?”
“I don’t know you well enough to tell if you’re a kinky bastard keeping girls in your basement,” you sassed back. “I feared you’d put me down there too.”
Ari chuckled against you, “I only ever wanted to put you in my bed, naughty girl. So, can I pack your things or do you want Bear to beg you even more?” Bear whined loudly at the mention of his name. “Y/N, look at him. He has missed his mommy so much. The poor dog barely ate his food.”
“Ari—” you sniffed and wiped your wet eyes. “I’m scared that you’ll turn your back on me again. How can I trust you again?”
“Little tramp, I know it’s much to ask for, but please have a little faith in me. Our relationship started with a nice chase and the best sex I ever had. You know that there is more between us than sex now”
You watched him rub your belly. It felt odd having Ari so close again.
“I don’t like getting yelled at.”
“I swear, Y/N.” Ari wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your belly. “I need you back in my life. There will be no yelling. Your grumpy bear will tame his temper for you.”
“I don’t want you to be tame,” you teased while patting his head. “I want you to promise me that we will talk about the things bugging you.”
“Promised, my little tramp.”
Ari did quick work. He got lots of moving boxes and packed up all of your things. Luckily, your apartment was furnished, so you didn’t have to take any furniture with you.
On your way back, you slept in the backseat, cuddled up with Bear. Ari drove slower than ever in his life, afraid to crash his car with you and his baby onboard.
He glances in the rearview mirror more than once, a content smile on his lips. Ari imagined you all swollen with his child.
“Bear, we got lucky with our little tramp. I bet our baby will keep you on your toes, you beast…”
Tail-waggling Bear was following you around the cabin. The Estrela Mountain Dog decided to play your bodyguard. Even Ari had to prove that he was no threat.
“Bear,” you cooed and patted his head as the huge dog sat next to you on the couch. He rested his head on your lap and whined, begging for cuddles. “You’re such a good boy.”
Ari watched you and Bear cuddle on the sofa. He sighed because you still showed him the cold shoulder. You barely let him kiss you goodnight.
“Baby?” Ari tried to get your attention. “I wanted to drive to town to get more supplies. It’s getting colder, and the roads will be more dangerous soon. Do you need anything?”
You looked at Ari, holding back a chuckle. Watching him grovel was your sweet revenge on him. “I’ll come with you. I need to get out for a while.”
“Wait. Uh—why don’t you stay here?” Ari asked. “I can get everything you’ll need.”
“Ari, I’ll need some lady’s toiletries,” you grinned at him. “Skincare, shampoo, and all the nice things you don’t care much about.”
“You can use my shampoo,” he said and touched his shaggy hair. “If it’s good for my hair, it’s good for yours, too.”
You snorted. “No, it’s not. I’ll come with you. If you’re scared, I’ll run again, you can hold my hand the whole time.”
He smirked and said, “I’ll keep you up on that promise, tramp. Now, I’ll get your boots and help you put them on.”
“Ari, I’m pregnant, not sick.”
He raises one hand. “You’re pregnant with my baby, and I’ll make sure you and our bean are safe and sound. No discussion.”
“Fine, fine,” you agreed. “Get the boots, and we can be on our way…”
“Not much to see here,” Ari admitted as you looked around one of the few stores in town. “I can lead you to the lady’s products.”
“I think I’m good, Ari,” you tried to let go of his hand, but he wouldn’t let you. You sighed and gave in.
Following Ari toward the shelf with crèmes and lotions, you felt eyes on you. The girl at the checkout watched you giggle at something Ari said. He suggested buying all the lotions to rub some into Bear’s fur to make him look pretty, too.
“Ari, no,” you giggled and playfully elbowed him. “Bear is a pretty boy. He doesn’t need lotions.”
“Same goes for you, little tramp.” He leaned down to peck your temple, earning an eye roll from the cashier. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. All the time she invested to seduce Ari just went down the drain. “So, what will we get for you.”
She walked around the checkout to listen to your and Ari’s conversation. Susie wasn’t willing to give up yet.
“I have a list.” You got your list out of your pocket to hand it to Ari. “We should get a few more things they don’t have here.”
“We can order everything online. I got a guy for that.” You chuckled at the seriousness in his voice. “Name it, and it’s yours.”
“Nipple cream for sore nipples.” His cheeks turned pink at that. “What? They’re going to be sore. Things like that happen when you’re pregnant.”
Susie gasped. If you’re pregnant, there was not much hope she could win Ari over.
“I’ll get you all the cream in the world,” Ari purred and stole a kiss.
“Maybe,” you said and fisted his jacket, “we should get some lube too…”
“Oh, sweet tramp,” he replied before stealing another kiss, “we won’t need lube. We both know you’re dripping wet for me all the time…”
