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tristan gerard — ❝ All that pain and misery… and loneliness… and it just made him kind.

[tristangerard]

shewolfquinn:

Quinn was furious. She didn’t know what was going on and wasn’t her whole job in the pack to negate threats that might hurt them. The girl that Will had dragged through the door certainly was a damn threat. She wouldn’t let anyone hurt her pack, especially not a girl that looked like she weighed 50kgs while soaking wet. Will wasn’t a great judge of character in her book, especially when it came to women. All she had seen was a wolf ready to rip them to shreds and somehow she ended up with a place to sleep. Her rage over the situation was growing by the second.

Her boot connected with the bed, the metal denting under the force. It didn’t take her long before she rounded on Tristan, who followed her into the room. It said a lot that she was sure her anger would never scare him. Not really. He had dealt with worse. “You need to tell me right now why you voted for that girl to stay. Right now. And if you give me some bullshit, you’ll be sleeping on that couch. Trust me on that.”

“Not the..” Tristan sighed in defeat as Quinn’s boot connected with their bed, his paychecks from the bar wouldn’t keep covering the cost of replacing their furniture with how volatile and explosive Quinn’s anger was. It was starting to become a weekly occurrence. The staff at Ikea was going to start asking questions. Calloused fingers rubbed aimlessly over the taut skin of his biceps under the hem of the sleeves of his t-shirt. Tristan knew better than to try and interrupt Quinn when she got like this, it was better to ride out the storm than to get knocked on your ass.

“Will’s right.” Tristan said, calloused fingers tracing circles across his biceps now. He couldn’t believe he was actually agreeing with William, normally his logic was too brash and idiotic for Tristan to agree with but.. tonight was different. “She’s just a girl. You just said it yourself. Underneath the wolf, lying beneath the beast is just a scared little girl who needs somebody to give her a chance.” He couldn’t say the words he really wanted to say, he couldn’t tell her that something about her reminded him of himself when he had first escaped the underground fighting ring. Tristan didn’t talk about it much, every time he tried he felt like somebody was tightening barb wire around his throat like a noose.

[tristangerard]

shewolfquinn:

The Pack knew better than to look for them when they disappear together by now, they had all had their fair share of finding Quinn and Tristan in an awkward position. Yet Quinn was waiting, wrapped now in a sheet and watching Tristan find his clothes, for one of them to ruin the moment. Because this wasn’t a feeling that Quinn was entirely used to after sex, even if Tristan and her had been dating awhile now. There was no shame, no rush to get out of the door, no fumbling with shoes and a jacket trying to leave without disturbing them, there was just contentment and peace.

Quinn was happy.

“If you didn’t need the money, I’d probably give you a reason to stay, you know.” Quinn smirked, still blissed out. “But, I mean, one of us has to be the responsible one. I suppose I can just make you sad you left the bed when I come to the bar tonight.”

“I lost one of my boots.” Tristan frowned, fastening the buttons on his pair of jeans. His shirt was crumpled in a pile underneath what used to be the sink for the prisoners who stayed in the cells, now it was used as a underwear bowl for Quinn. “I believe this is yours.” He lifted the garments with his fingers, flicking them onto the bed where she lay, tangled in the sheets he wished he didn’t have to leave. It was too small for them anyway, Tristan’s large, muscular frame made it difficult for them to both fit on the bed. 

Not that he was complaining about the lack of personal space between them.

“That’s a tempting offer,” He hummed, leaning over to kiss her goodbye, “But we both know I wouldn’t be able to keep a girl as superficial as you entertained without being able to afford the finest chilli cheese dogs in town.” He kissed her again before reaching for his t-shirt and throwing it on over his head. “You’re an evil woman Quinn Lawrence.”

[tristangerard]

shewolfquinn:

“I’m pretty sure I got lumped with you, genius.” In a way, they ended up lumped with each other. Quinn hadn’t exactly been a monogamous person before Tristan. She had never really saw the point until the lump that she stuck with now got under her skin. Hell, there was an incident with Will that was never to be mentioned again. Quinn was the wild child, he knew that when he got into with her.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Quinn smirked right back. She had a lot of faith in the young wolf, he was in a pain in all of their asses. 

Tristan scooped her up and Quinn laughed, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “I like that idea, do you have any more to share? Perhaps more where you end up shirtless.” Quinn tugged at his shirt teasingly. “Come on, 12 pack abs. I’m dating you that reason alone and you know it.”

“I have plenty more,” He promised, carrying her through the abandoned police station, “Which I’ll be happy to share with you once we’re alone.” The station, unlike The Clarke manor, wasn’t filled with an endless supply of bedrooms that offered them a comfortable bed. It was an abandoned police station, all that it had was cold, bars of steel and beds that prisoners would have once stayed on that made Tristan almost miss the hard, stone floor of the cellar he once slept in when he was held captive by his own parents. 

Tristan laughed and when he laughed it was a sound of pure joy and happiness, a sound that was only reserved for his family. Everybody else got the kind and gentle smile that brought all the ladies and even the men to the bar in the first place. It was probably the reason he hadn't been fired from the bar yet, his boss couldn't risk losing his biggest attraction, not even when it was Tristan’s girlfriend that was always trying to steal their most expensive whiskeys from the top shelf.

“I always knew you were superficial.” He teased, taking the steps of the metal staircase that lead to the upper level prison cells two at a time. The prison might still be a bit of a fixer upper, but sometimes The Pack were too tired to return to their homes and Cara had decided to spruce up some of the cells on the upper level.

[tristangerard]

shewolfquinn:

“Oh wow. Do you actually want a girlfriend? Keep talking, you won’t have one soon.” Quinn made that threat at least four times a day but they had never actually broken up. She might have been fond of thinking that she had some control over her feelings for Tristan but really, she was too gone for the guy to let him think about dating someone else.

Quinn laughed, pinching Tristan’s cheek. She liked it when he was cocky. “Ooo, I like those odds. I’ll take that bet. Was it a bet? Fuck it, let’s make it one. If Will holds you down long enough for me to get top shelf liquor, I will try my hardest to hold down a job for a year. Deal?”

It was easy to joke about Tristan getting her a job at the bar but Quinn knew how dangerous that would actually be. Tristan loved his job and while she was sure he loved her just as much, she would hate to be the reason he stopped working there. “Tristan, honey, let’s be honest. If I worked at a bar, I would end up in the back room, sneaking sips of whiskey while not doing any work and taking home all the tips. You wouldn't even be a distraction.”

“I do, unfortunately I got lumped with you instead.” Tristan said, leaning down to press a kiss on top of her head. Quinn wasn't like any other girl that he had ever been with before, she certainly enjoyed punching him in the arm a lot more than any of the others ever had. Except for Sophia, she’d had a habit of punching somebody in the arm when ever she had found something funny and for a human girl, she had packed quite the punch. 

“Deal.” He straightened himself up, a smirk playing on his lips. The only chance Will had at being able to hold Tristan down for longer than five seconds was if he was an Alpha and he didn’t believe even Quinn would go as far as killing Noah to just win a bet and grab herself a bottle of the good stuff. 

“I can think of a number of activities that we could do in the back room that would be a lot more exciting than sneaking sips of Whiskey and avoiding doing any real work.” Tristan leaned down again, placing one arm behind her back and another under her legs and scooped her up into his arms. “How about we  get started on some of those activities now? I’ve still got some time before I have to be back at the bar.”

[tristangerard]

shewolfquinn:

“Oh!” Quinn tackled Tristan again, landing on the couch with a thump and a crack. The couch was dead anyway, they could throw it out if they broke it. “I’m the adorable rabbit and you know it. Say it.” She began to poke his sides. “Say it. Say I’m adorable.”

“You know what? I’m going to let Will annoy you for this one. I’ll tell him what you said, I’m sure he’ll be happy to hold you down while I steal all the good liquor.” She raised her eyebrow, her own spark of mischief in her eyes. That threat might have been teasing, might have been serious, Tristan would never know. That being said, Tristan was a beta, there was no way Will would be able to hold him back for long. It was just a fun thing to think about. 

Quinn shrugged. “I couldn’t hack it anymore. This woman abused me in German, Tristan. German! No shoes are worth that. I don’t care how good the discount was, I can’t be expected to deal with that kind of abuse. So I quit… after they fired me for calling her a bitter old fart. I was going to quit anyway.”

“You’re the skunk! You have the black hair and the pale complexion to match!” Tristan laughed, grinning from ear to ear. Between Quinn throwing Will through walls and the pair of them rough housing in what had poorly been turned into a lounge area in the abandoned police station, he didn’t believe Noah had the slimmest of chances of ever getting this place up and running. Not with Quinn around literally smashing through walls like a wrecking ball.

“You’ve got a better chance of holding down a job for more than a year than Will has holding me down long enough for you to get your hands on the top shelf stuff.” The thought alone of Will being able to pin him down was more than enough to widen the grin across his lips.

A laugh escaped his lips as she told her story of the German woman; Tristan wondered if Quinn was capable of speaking German, let alone understanding it when she was dealing with an irritated customer. “That sounds simply traumatic.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, a language he knew for certain that Quinn was fluent in. “You’ll find something better soon enough. I would even get you a job at the bar but I’m not sure how much work I’d actually get done with you there.”

[quinn-lawrence-blog]

“Pretty much. But you’re a nice looking piece of meat. Like a deer.” Quinn watched as Tristan fidgeted before standing up. He never did like to sit still, it was a miracle that she got him to stay in bed some mornings, even if it was so she could octopus around him and hold tight. 

“A female version of Will. I’m offended. So offended. How dare you?” She elbowed him in the ribs playfully. “Will wishes he could even come close to the awesomeness that is me.”

Quinn watched as Tristan thought about Noah. It was his best friend and the Alpha to his Beta. She could see him consider it then agree to it in a manner of five expressions. 

“I can’t promise anything.” Quinn said meekly. “And I said I’d pay for that when my pay went through. Which, uh, might take awhile.” This was Quinn’s way of telling Tristan that she quit another job. Quinn could happily spend hours just working out or lazing on the couch or annoying everyone at home but a few hours in retail and she would go insane. But in all honesty, that was all she was qualified to do. 

[tristangerard]

“Like a deer?” He arched his brow, shaking his head fondly at her with a chuckle. “I’m Bambi then. In this relationship I’m Bambi and you’re,” He trailed off for a moment, his smile growing wider; a gleam of mischief in his eyes, “Who exactly? The Skunk?”

“Ah, watch it!” He laughed, shielding his ribs from any future attacks from Quinn. “You do have to admit that you two bare a striking resemblance in personalities.” He was going to get another elbow in his ribs if he wasn’t careful, but teasing Quinn was too easy and came naturally to him. It always had done. They had teased each other from the first day they had met through witty banter, harmless pranks and even challenging each other to fights. Somewhere along the way the teasing had turned into flirting and the flirting had turned into hooking up and then they had become Quinn and Tristan.

“What happened?” He looked confused but not surprised. Quinn struggled to hold a job down. Tristan had never known her to hold a job longer than a couple of months. “Was the awesomeness that is you too much for them as well?”

[quinn-lawrence-blog]

“Well, look who is being presumptuous. I’ve taught you well.” Quinn let herself be drawn in for a kiss. She could have easily kept that up, making Tristan late for work and probably put everyone off the couch but alas, her boyfriend was more mature than that. 

“Oh god, do you know me at all? I’m only in this for that ass.” She hit his butt, laughing before rolling off the couch and landing lightly on her feet. “The judgemental lectures I could always do without. Although they make for some great make up sex, let’s be honest.” Quinn and Tristan probably wouldn’t be together if it wasn’t for the lectures and arguments that they would have. She knew that they annoyed the rest of the pack but Quinn liked that Tristan questioned her, kept her on her toes. The way they got together was through one of those arguments. “Come on, let’s go do something before you’re stuck behind a bar forever. Oh, by the way, you’re picking up the tab for me and Cara tonight, we’re taking Noah out. We think he’s going crazy here.”

[tristangerard]

“I’m nothing but a piece of meat to you, am I?” He laughed, shaking his head at her and unfolded himself from the couch. Tristan was a person who liked to keep active, he was different to Quinn like that. He could not sit in front of the TV and binge watch a series on Netflix, no matter how hard she had tried to make him in the past. 

Maybe that was why they worked so well, he thought. They were complete opposites; like night and day.

“I think we both know that you need those lectures from time to time. You would be a super villain or a female version of William if I didn’t give you a reality check from time to time.” He smiled at her, throwing his arm around her shoulder and drawing her closer, again. “Sometimes I think you actually like my lectures because you know the sex is going to be great later. I really am just a piece of ass and a beer tap to you.”

Tristan thought crazy might be too strong of a word to describe Noah’s determination and fixation of fixing up the abandoned, police station but he did agree that his Alpha was spending way too much time here. Tristan could not remember the last time he had seen him join him at the bar for a few drinks.

“Pack night at the bar then? Please don’t slam my customers onto the pool table again. I had to give that guy a bottle of whiskey just so he wouldn’t press charges against you.”

[quinn-lawrence-blog]

Quinn pinched Tristan’s cheek. She couldn’t explain exactly how Tristan and her worked. Quinn didn’t bat an eyelid at mess or anything like it. Being a wolf meant you didn’t have to worry about that kind of stuff. “You’re one of the strongest humans in the world. Yet you’re scared of a few bugs. Come on now.” She smiled sweetly, kissing his nose. She was still learning what made Tristan tick, even if they had been pack mates for awhile. Yes, they had telepathy but she would only hear surface thoughts, she didn’t have the depth that Noah had. “How’d you get me, I’ll always wonder.” She joked with a grin.

[tristangerard]

“I’m not afraid of bugs. I just think they are unsanitary and we shouldn’t be using a couch that is probably infested with them.” He said seriously, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Tristan was well aware how strange it was for somebody who could break their own bones, shed their own skin and transform into a wolf to be a germophobe. 

A shy and reluctant smile crept across his lips as she kissed his nose, and he reached our for her hand, hooking their fingers together and pulling her gently towards him again. “Doesn’t free drinks get me more than a kiss on the nose?” His smile grew wider and he drew her closer to him once again, his lips brushing softly against hers; she tasted like cinnamon. He wasn’t sure if that was her lip gloss or the pastries that Cara had made yesterday afternoon, but it made him hungry for more. 

“That would be the free drinks and judgemental lectures you’re so fond of.” He smiled, reluctantly pulling away from their kiss. 

[quinn-lawrence-blog]

Quinn relied on Tristan to be that voice in her head to stop. While she bitched and complained about him constantly holding her back, his attitude always kept her head on when she couldn’t. Quinn had never really thought of herself as breakable. The rest of the pack might be, yes. But not her. “Nah. Will lost. Rules state that loser cleans up.”

She smiled her little crooked grin as Tristan collapsed next to her. “Aw, is little werewolf worried about getting fleas? Diddums.” Still, she sat up, looking down at Tristan. “You’re a funny one, you know that?”

[tristangerard]

“Fleas, rabies,” He squinted his eyes as to examine the couch even further, “An STD. The possibilities are endless with this thing.” Quinn might have thought Tristan was being dramatic, but he was a self proclaimed clean freak. Tristan liked when things were in order, he liked things to be kept tidy. What Tristan didn’t like was a raggedy, old couch that a homeless person had probably urinated all over.

“Funny how?” He asked, hoping that it was a cute kind of funny and not an odd ball kind of funny. 

[quinn-lawrence-blog]

“Oi, no lecturing. He started it, I finished it.” Will and Quinn had a weird relationship on the best of days. Will was a good fighter when he wanted to be but Quinn found him easy to predict. She supposed that was a good thing, being able to predict the youngest pack members movements but mostly it was just fun. “Don’t be a wet blanket, Tristan. It was just a small hole in the floor.”

Quinn caught his wrist before he got too far away, aim on pulling him down rather than pulling herself up. “Wrong answer, now you’re stuck here with me.”

[tristangerard]

“Somebody has to.” His tone was light and humorous, he only lectured Quinn when he thought was being out of line, but even that was to keep her from getting herself into more trouble than she could handle. Quinn was tough, hot headed and probably the strongest out of the pack, apart from Noah, but even she was breakable. “Did you help cover said small hole?” He raised his eye brow, his tone still as light and friendly as it had been a minute ago.

“Hey!” Tristan yelped, collapsing on to the couch next to her. “How about we go get stuck with each other in my car? Or anywhere else that has actually been fumigated.”

[tristangerard]

quinn-lawrence:

“Will wanted to spar, he should know better.” Quinn made grabby hands at Tristan, signalling him to help her up. “So you’re telling me I have to wait an hour or two until I get free shots all night. You have no use to me until then.” Quinn’s eyes sparkled with humour and her smile gave away her bluff. “Come on, take me away. Noah has Cara, we have to leave before we’re next.”

“Will’s a hyperactive puppy, you’re older. I think you’re the one who is supposed to know better here.” He pushed himself away from the frame of the door and walked over to the raggedy, old couch. It was Cara who had dragged it into the abandoned police station one afternoon, swearing she wouldn’t ever tell them where she found it and that they should not kick a gift horse in the mouth. Tristan assumed that meant she had either dug it from a skip, stolen it or had gone thrift shopping, either way he was certain it had more fleas than a kennel of rescue dogs. “Oh, well if I’m no use to you then you can just help yourself up, can’t you?” He teased lightly, jerking his hand away from her, playfully.

[quinn-lawrence-blog]

Quinn looked up laying on the couch. She knew that Noah was looking for helping hands and that meant she was staying as far away from him as possible. But seeing as it wasn’t Noah, she smiled slightly. “What up, buttercup? You don’t look so good. Do I need to kick some ass? I’m bored. I can do that.”

[tristangerard]

“I’m pretty sure that you kicking some ass is what ruined the foundation in the first place.” He smiled at his girlfriend; leaning against the frame of the door and watching her with a fondness in his soft, blue eyes. “You want to get out of here before we get roped into wearing a tool belt? I’ve got an hour or two before I have to go and open the bar.”

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