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Flower crowns 💚💛

Emmrich and Salem having some time together in the professor‘s room.🤭

My In-Game Mourn Watch Rook! <3

My Mourn Watch Rook and Emmrich 🥰❤️

His name is Salem and he loves that Emmrich gives him rings and bracelets to show off his Darling.

A small Drabble of an unfinished Witcher fic I finally finished today.

enjoy :)

I watched Alien Stage for the first time today and Ivan and Tills song just broke me. I love them so I drew them together. 🥲

Drawing of my OC Sam in more fancy clothes

I finally finished this piece! Some cuddles for a grumpy sheriff. ✨🌚

The taste of Chocolate has now a part 2

Chocolate at work - now on Ao3

I wanted to post this again, because I had a feeling this didn’t quite work for tumblr. So here we are! I hope you enjoy it!

Little Sneak-Peek of "The taste of Chocolate" part 2

“Do you trust me, T?” she asked innocently. “Of course I do… but I’m not sure if I should when you ask me like this.” She booed playfully and took out something she wrapped in aluminum foil. She opened it and revealed a piece of chocolate. Somehow he instantly knew what kind of chocolate this was. “Laura, no.” “Laura, yes!” The blond said with a grin, bigger than that from a cheshire cat. “I’m at work, sweety… That doesn’t really go well together.” “But they’re all working anyway? Besides, you said you might try it as well. This is the perfect opportunity”

Stay tuned for more~

Part (2/3)

A little story based on one of the romance endings with Astarion. This is my Bard OC Aranel.

Hope you like it.

(Part 1/3)

For @be-side-my-self - thanks for being so kind and always there! 🙏

Companion piece to This

Rating: Mature

Abi's blush matched her hair to a 'T' the first time she met him.

Chris Hackett.

Their illustrious camp leader.

For some reason, she'd pictured someone...older. Not that Chris wasn't older. He has twenty years on her and then some. But he wasn't what she'd envisioned from their exchanged phone calls, emails, and texts about the camp.

The way he'd presented himself was, to her, as someone in their mid-sixties at the very least. Chris is not sixty. Not by a long shot.

He's fairly young and devastatingly handsome, the lines on his face only making him look more distinguished. Silver is interwoven throughout his hair and his stumble and he has a bit of pudge, but he's just-?

Abi can't quite describe why she's so drawn to him, but she is. It feels like a neigh primal thing, something she finds hard to ignore.

Although she does her valiant best.

And then Emma happens.

Emma is only a year older than Abi, but it feels like lifetimes. Emma is so... sophisticated. Smart and confident and comfortable in her body in a way Abi never has been, nor ever will be.

Emma takes one look at Abi and announces to one and all that she's going to take the girl under her wing.

Abi doesn't know how exactly she feels about this.

On one hand, it's nice to have a friend right off the bat. On the other - to use the wing metaphor further - Abi doesn't like the idea that she's the ugly duckling to Emma's swan.

But she knows Emma doesn't mean it that way. Emma's too...vapid to. And no, that's not the word - too mean to be right. Emma's too shallow to notice-! Oh, but that's worse!

The point is, Abi's sure Emma's offer of mentoring and friendship doesn't necessarily stem from a bad place. Emma's just...Emma.

A girl with a big personality and stunning looks who naturally turns heads and - when her mind is set on something - she does it.

One such example is Jacob Custos, a fellow counselor who they only know for two days before Emma has him completely wrapped around her finger.

And this is where the trouble starts.

Because once Emma feels she has Jacob on lock, she turns her attention to Abi, "We have got to find you some summer lovin', Abs."

"I-I don't need that! Really!"

Emma rolls her eyes, "Abigail..."

"...please don't say my name like that..."

"Abigail," Emma repeats in the same authoritative voice that borders on patronizing, "We are young, strong, sexually capable women. We need - no! Deserve some strange."

Abi is sure her face is going to catch flame and it's not just from the heat.

"Well," Emma chuckles, clearly enjoying Abigail's embarrassment but pushing on, "Not so strange. I mean, clearly the person in question is going to be working here. I mean, you have options."

"I-?"

"There's Ryan, of course - but I think he's already caught both Dylan AND Kaitlyn's eye and I don't think you want to get caught up in that mess."

Abi just makes an uncomfortable sound.

Emma's smile grows, "There's Jacob. But I've already called dibs and I tend to be bad about sharing..."

"Oh!" Abi gasps, shocked, "I-! I would never-!"

"...so that leaves Nick and Caleb."

Abi swallows thickly at both names. Emma, picking up on what she construes as interest, continues, "Nick is cute. He's got the accent, the boy next door thing - but he also seems too safe."

Abi doesn't know what to say to this, so she says nothing.

"Then there's Caleb. He's got a wildness about him, but he's also a bit off putting. Not to mention he's Mr.H's baby boy. Might be awkward."

Emma doesn't know the half of it.

As if on cue, Chris and Nick walk by, Caleb behind them. Abi looks their way. Abi notices Chris talking lowly to Nick, his camp shirt slightly unbuttoned as he leans closer to the boy. There's a small triangle of chest hair peeking out and her fingers clench involuntarily. To distract them, Abi brushes some hair behind one ear and colors at her own awareness.

And it's as if fate is laughing at her when Emma cries, "Whoa! Abs?!? Why didn't you tell me?!?"

Abi turns to her, eyes wide, alarm bells on full ring, "T-tell you-?!"

"Yes!" Emma giggles with delight, "I saw you! Eating him up with your eyes!"

Abi gulps.

"You have a thing for Nick!"

...for-?

Abi blinks several times, trying to absorb what Emma just said. Nick had been standing close to Chris. It would be easy for Emma to misinterpret the look. To her, it's as if Chris wasn't even there.

And while Abi's always considered herself an honest person, she finds her mouth working of its own volition, "Oh! Um? Yeah! It's - it's Nick!"

It's such a blatant lie and Abi has always considered Emma shrewd, yet somehow the falsehood floats, "I like Nick!"

"Girl! Good choice!" Emma crows and pats her on the back and Abi tries to keep a grin in place but she feels awful.

She just lied! And lied to someone who (in their own way) is trying to help her! But what else can she do? While it's perfectly acceptable to fantasize about someone, it's another to admit to it.

And Abi can't admit to it - not to Emma.

True, Emma might understand, but somehow Abi doubts it. And that doubt makes her simply repeat the words she almost wishes were true, "Yeah. I like Nick."

So - as far as Emma is concerned - like Nick Abi will.

+

It's late into July when it happens.

It's a muggy night, a fog in the air giving the evening an almost dreamlike quality. The mandatory movie night is coming up and there's a big argument as to what film to stream.

Jacob is all in on Top Gun.

Dylan is for School of Rock.

Nick is torn in-between and Emma doesn't understand why it has to be a male-led film, Mean Girls obviously the best choice.

Abi wants no part of the discussion, and while the crew argues the merits of Jack Black versus Tina Fey versus Tom Cruise, she sneaks out.

She takes her trusty sketchbook with her and is huddled beneath the awning of the front deck of the lodge, silently sketching when she hears a noise behind her.

Startled she turns to see Chris emerge from the storm shelter. He emerges and he...wobbles some. Abi's eyes narrow as she watches him, trying to figure out what exactly he's doing.

It takes her a moment to realize he's loosely holding a six pack in one hand - several bottles missing from the cardboard carton. His other hand holds one of the bottles and he sips at, growling under his breath.

It sounds like 'fuckin prison' and with the way he kicks shut the storm shelter doors behind him, she wonders if that's the place he's referring to.

Abi wouldn't know.

She hasn't dealt with the storm shelter much - only vaguely aware of its' existence through the times she's passed it.

She's certainly never thought of it as a prison and she wants to ask Chris why he does, but doesn't know where to begin.

Besides, it's probably for the best if she just stay hidden. Unnoticeable. Like she normally is. And she thinks she will be, until suddenly Chris...stops. He lifts his head and inhales through his nose, almost as if sniffing the air itself when suddenly he turns and his eyes land on her, "Abi?"

Abi wishes she could just melt through the earth.

Instead she holds up a shy hand, an innocent smile on her face, "Mr. Hackett."

He moves towards her, wavering on his feet, tone baleful, "What're you doin' out here?"

"Uh..."

"Wh-why aren't you with the others?" His slur hints to him as being the culprit responsible for the missing bottles in the six pack. That and his haggard expression...

...one that Abi finds embarrassingly attractive. Some bits of his hair are sticking out at odd angles and she finds herself wanting to brush them down with her fingertips.

Heat suffuses her cheeks as she resists the urge, instead sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she tries to think of a reply.

Chris groans and then curses before ruefully shaking his head, a smile appearing, "Sorry. Just sounded like a mean old bear, didn't I?"

Abi just shrugs, unsure how else to answer, as he sighs and comes closer. The scent of him hits her - hops and yeast from the beer he's been consuming as well as something else, something distinctly rich and masculine that makes her insides quiver.

None of the other male counselors smell like this. This is something dark and older and his eyes are very much the same as he mummers, "You alright there, Abs? Look a little-?"

"I'm fine!" She interrupts brightly and she raises up her sketchbook, "Just wanted to get in some art time. That's all "

"That's all, huh?" Chris repeats, bobbing his head to himself and then - much to her surprise - he sits himself down across from her. He sits the six pack down as well, tipping the bottle he's holding her way, "Mind if I join you?"

Abi feels a wave of nerves rush through her, but impresses herself when she calmly replies, "Sure."

"Good girl." He chuckles and Abi is going to one hundred percent ignore how her belly tightens at that and, worse, that a...certain part of her anatomy flushes with wet heat.

Jeez, Abi! Kinky, much?!?

Abi has never thought of herself as kinky, much less bold - but here she is, sitting with her camp leader who is casually drinking and he looks at her thoughtfully, his lips wrapped around the end of his bottle.

Abi shifts about a little, feeling as if she's under his scrutiny as he looks at her with those unreadable, dark eyes of his, "What?"

The bottle pops free noisily and his lips are shiny from the alcohol, "Nothing, just-? You're a strange one, Abi."

She lets out a shocked puff of laughter, "Who? Me?"

He chuckles huskily, "Yes, you. Didn't imagine you as the type to be okay with me sitting here with you while I flagrantly break the rules."

"What rule?"

He waggles the bottle at her and she feels dumb for not knowing better, "Oh! Well! You ARE the camp leader! You're in charge!"

"Being in charge doesn't mean I have the right to break the rules, Abi. If anything I should be the one the most adamant about enforcing them."

Chris sounds so sad when he says this. Terribly so. Abi wants to reach out to him, wants to comfort him. But she resists, instead saying weakly, "Okay, well, then you-? You get a demerit!"

Abi has no idea what exactly she means by that, but it doesn't matter. Chris starts cracking up. His laughter lifts Abi's spirits and soon the two of them are laughing together.

When it fades, Chris is still in an amiable mood and he holds out his free hand towards her sketchpad, "May I?"

Abi makes a sound of confusion until she realizes what he means and then she ducks her head, a shy 'of course' leaving her as she hands it over. Chris flips through the pages and Abi starts shifting about where she's sitting again - antsy with worry.

But a slow (sexy) smile curls up Chris's face as he moves through the pages, "Wow. These are really good."

"Yeah?" Abi blushes and Chris reiterates her 'yeah' even as he keeps looking through her work. He doesn't take his eyes off her art, moving page through page even as he speaks, "My wife? Amelia? She was like you, you know? Real artsy."

Shaking his head, he laughs, "Not with art like this, I mean. She did some embroidery and made a few sculptures. She liked using her hands. She liked to create."

Abi can see the wistfulness about him, the air of lost love and she speaks gently, "She sounds wonderful."

Chris turns and looks her directly in the eyes, making her heart seize, "She was."

...the way he says it, the way he's looking at her...

It makes Abi wonder just how much, exactly, like Amelia she is. Because this moment? It speaks volumes. It's as if Abi shares more with Amelia than just a love of art. It's as if, looking at her right now, Chris sees Amelia.

Or, more frighteningly (excitingly), Chris really sees her.

Either way, the moment ends as Chris returns the sketchpad to her, "You, uh-? You show Nick this?"

Ah, yes.

Nick.

Abi has a crush on Nick.

Emma's not very good at keeping secrets - even fake ones. Not that she knows any better. And Nick is nice. And sweet. And he does seem legitimately interested in Abi.

Which is good.

And right.

And how it should be.

And it should be what Abi wants.

But she looks at Chris and finds herself wordlessly shaking her head. He looks down and says something and it's almost inaudible, but she's pretty sure she heard him and she's pretty sure she heard him right.

Good girl.

That's what he says, in response to her not showing Nick her art, but allowing him to see it, and Abi squirms, feeling hot and confused and all out of sorts and Chris - sensing it or seeing it - clears his throat and grabs his six pack, getting back to his feet.

He removes one of the unopened bottles and offers it to her, "Here."

She looks at it and then up at him and her initial response is to reject it, only for him to say quietly, "Our little secret."

Abi takes it without a second thought. The bottle is cool and beaded with condensation and she gives a soft 'thank you' when taking it.

She tries to unscrew the top with little success and she can just make out Chris smirking as he says, "Here."

Chris takes it back from her. He easily pops off the metal cap, but his palm brushes over the bottle's open lips. So, when he hands it back to her and she drinks it, she tastes more than just the beer.

She tastes him.

The salt of his palm, the warmth of it. It splashes over her open mouth and waiting tongue and yes, apparently Abi is kinky or something along those lines, because the thought of this makes her breath catch, her nipples tighten.

Chris clears his throat and inclines his head to her, "Evening, Abi."

He quickly trots away before she can stop drinking and return the sentiment, but maybe that's for the best. As the burn of the alcohol settles in her belly, Abi realizes she's not sure how she would have responded.

What she would have done.

All she knows is the way his face looked like when he looked at her...

Those eyes so serious, expression almost too open as he watched her drink the beer he handed her - the one he opened for her.

She doesn't want to forget that face and so, setting the bottle down, she quickly grabs her sketchpad and gets to work - determined to capture that look forever, knowing full well she'll be seeing it again later tonight in her dreams and that - by capturing it now - she can call upon it again for future ones.

Right or wrong.

I’m currently working on Part 2 of "The taste of Chocolate"!

I’m very sorry for the delay, but Baldurs Gate happen and a certain white haired twink had my full attention 😂

But it’s already in the making and I should be able to post it soon. Thank you all for your interest and patience!❤️

Listen I would give anything for a sequel to the chocolate fic where Travis eats some of it 😭😭🥵🥵🥵

Henlo!

Im happy to hear you enjoyed it and I am currently working on part two. So please hold on a little longer. I try to post it this weekend and give it his finishing touches.

Thank you for your support ❤️

saw this gifset and thought he would be good practise

I LIVE!

@theprincesswithoutvoice asked for someone getting asked on a first date, and bc I can’t help myself it’s a little comic now ;w;

This is part one! And I’m working on part 2 >:3c

oh before i forget @hackearneyarchive

Im just listening to Ava Max - Get out of my Heart and kinda thought about Laura and Max

🤔 did I read too many fanfics were he’s an ass?

Maybe 😂

Am I sorry about that?

✨Absolutely not ✨

more pulp covers ?!? :)

Happenstance 🫰

Travis finally had an hour to himself. Just him and his office. Alone.

No annoying deputies interrupting him with questions, no one clearing their throat and seemingly choking on their own tongue, no one droning on and on about protocols that hadn’t changed in years.

He’d sat through conference call after conference call for the past four hours, and honestly, most if it could have been an email.

He liked his job, liked helping people, and, well, liked most of his coworkers, but they weren’t really the kind of folks he could see himself going out for drinks with after their shifts. Once upon a time, maybe, but now.. not so much.

They still saw him as their superior despite the events of that summer a few years back. Although some of the longer term colleagues gave him odd glances, but that might be because of Laura.

He would give himself a glance if he wasn’t himself because he is still surprised that she even gave him a chance. Not once, but twice.

The first being when he handed her his shotgun.

The second being when he gave her his heart on a tarnished silver platter.

The trauma and bloodshed between them bonded them closely. There were small hitches, but they made it work..and it was good. More than good. They complimented each other well, despite what others might think of their relationship.

He grunted as he sat in his chair, it creaking almost in pain as he stretched back. He gently unlocked the top drawer and pulled out the small felt box he kept secret and flipped it open.

The ring wasn’t gaudy or flashy, that wasn’t his Laura. He chose a simple thin, gold band with a small rounded square of opal that had a sunrise of dazzling colors in it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he lifted his hips to fish it out. He smiled, seeing Laura’s beautiful laughing face pop up with a text attached to it.

> Are you free for lunch today?

He bit his lip and looked at the ring once more, then cautiously put it back in the locked drawer. One day he’ll have the courage.

> Should be, unless I get dragged into another meeting.

He sat his phone on the desk, then picked up a file and started flicking through reports that needed to be sorted and signed off on. Another message comes in.

> Can you buzz me in? Didn’t want to come through the front, the guy at the front desk gives me weird vibes.

He stood automatically, sending her a quick text as he made his way to her.

> On my way.

He approached the security door where he could see Laura shivering and holding two takeout bags on the CCTV. He pushed the door open, seemingly surprising her slightly as she jolted away from the door, “Hey.”

“Hey!” She smiled, squeezing into his space and into the entryway. “Sorry, I wanted to surprise you with lunch, but you said something about meetings this morning before you left-“

He leaned down and placed his lips softly on hers, shushing her. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” she breathes, looking up at him with kind eyes, almost forgetting the whole reason she was here as she drowned in his chocolate eyes, “Got you your favorite.”

“From Vinny’s?” His lips tugged slightly, looking down at the bags excitedly.

“Mmhmm,” she watched him closely, “C’mon, can’t let it get cold now.”

He nods, gently putting his hand on her lower back to guide her back to his office. They go unnoticed until Travis gets stopped by one of his younger deputies, a kid fresh out of the academy. The very same one that wouldn’t shut the hell up earlier. Todd? He thinks his name is Todd.

He’s shorter than Travis, but as the kids say, he’s stacked. A bulldog of a man.

“Sheriff, could you-“ he stops short, eyes almost bulging out of his head as they fall on Laura, “Oh, hello.”

Travis squeezes his eyes shut, stepping to the side as he sighs. Gesturing to the blonde, “Deputy Presscot this is Laura,” he gestures to the officer, “Laura, this is Deputy Presscot, he’s our newest officer on the force.”

“Hi,” Laura nods, looking at the man before her, rolling her eyes as she sees him eyeing her up, she clears her throat and leans into Travis’ chest from the side.

“Oh, um,” he sticks out his hand awkwardly then draws it back as Travis scowls at him, “Todd. You can me Todd, ma’am.”

Laura snorts, her head lawling against the sheriff as she tries to stop herself from laughing too hard. Her body hums when she feels a large hand on her hip, knowing full well that Travis is getting annoyed by someone that wasn’t her.

“What’s.. what’s funny?” He looks confused, even more confused at the way the two are interacting. Almost like..

“Nothing, nothing. Inside joke,” Laura shakes her head, tone slightly changing, “However, you better keep your eyes to yourself. I’m happily taken by your sheriff here.”

“You’re- what-“ He stammers, looking between the two and something finally clicks. “You’re the one he has the ring for! He fidgeted with it all morning during the-”

“Presscot.” Travis bites, danger in his voice.

Laura’s smile falls in shock, her insides tightening as she feels the hot rage of Travis boiling beside her. Something clearly just snapped within him.

She looks at him and sees that he honestly looks like he’s moments away from killing, so she calmly takes his hand and tugs on it, “Hey, Trav, look at me.”

His face twitches as he takes in a long inhale, but he does meet Laura’s eyes and by doing so he just wants to melt into the earth beneath them. He exhales, focusing on her.

“Good, good. Keep breathing,” she reassured him, squeezing his hand gently, “Let’s go to your office, okay?”

He nods, “Yes, sweetheart.”

She smiles at him and stretches up to kiss his cheek, she shoots the deputy a look before heading down the hall with Travis right on her heels.

Todd stands there awkwardly before scurrying back to his cubicle. He has a feeling he needs to start packing his stuff up before the end of his shift.

Back in his office, Laura closes the door with her hip, following Travis to his desk and setting the bags down. But as she’s about to sit down, she notices he’s just.. standing there staring at the floor.

“Trav?” She gently touches his arm, rubbing a small circle into the fabric of his uniform, “Hey, it’s okay.”

A low growl escapes him as he forces himself to look up, “It’s not ‘okay’! He just.. I’ve had your ring for months and now..! I thought I was being smart by keeping it here, not bringing it home because I didn’t want you to find it when I accidentally left it in my pocket or…. It’s.. it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

She tilts her head slightly, watching his expression go from angry to crestfallen. She stretches up and plants a soft kiss on his lips. “It can still be a surprise.”

“Laura,” He leans his forehead against hers, his voice cracks, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiles, pressing another kiss to his lips, “You still hungry, or did you want to talk?”

“I’m hungry, but-“ He exhales, “Do..do you want to see it? The ring? Since.. now you know.”

“Trav, you don’t have to do that,” she smooths her thumb over his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Okay,” He says calmly, but then his lip quirks up, “Can I at least check if it fits? You don’t have to look at it, I’ll just see if I can slip it on.”

“Okay, okay,” She rolls her eyes and smiles at him, she gently puts her hand on his, “Ring me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He grins at her, brings her hand up and kissing her knuckles. “Close those beautiful eyes of yours.”

She does and turns her head to the side, and while doing so she hears Travis unlock and open a drawer in his desk. His hand that’s holding hers trembles and then she feels cold metal slide like butter on her finger. His breathing hitches audibly and then she hears him unlock his phone.

“What’re you doing now?” She smiles, “It feels like it fits.”

She thumbs it and the ring might be a bit loose, but that’s better than being too small.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice cracks, “It..it’s perfect.”

Unknowingly to Laura, he snaps a picture of her hand and keeps it locked away for when he’s feeling doubtful about his life.

He slides the ring back off and locks it away again. “You can open your eyes, sweetheart.”

She opens her eyes and smiles at him, tugging his face to hers by his chin. She gives him a kiss and withdraws, “C’mon, you better eat before someone barges in here and takes you to another meeting.”

He chases her lips, but ends up pressing little kisses all over her face. He smirks, “Can’t drag me anywhere if I lock the door.”

“You know that won’t stop them,” she leans into him, “Plus, you love your job.”

“Maybe,” he squeezes his arms around her, before gently tickling her, “But, I love you more.”

She laughs, squirming in his arms, “Traaaavis!”

He chuckles, pulling her down with him into his desk chair.

She sits on his lap as they eat their lunch, Laura’s hand sneaking up to steal a couple of his chips and Travis passing his pickle spear to her.

Laura leaves soon enough, taking their trash with her. Travis escorts her out of the building and to her car, where she leans back against as he kisses her goodbye. Then.. she’s gone and down the road.

“Sheriff?” A voice pops up behind him as he makes his way back inside.

He turns and sighs, “Yes, Presscot?”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he shifts on his feet, “I blubber when I’m nervous.”

“..it’s fine,” Travis crosses his arms, “Because of you, I was able to test if the ring fit.”

“…did it?” Todd looks at him intently.

“It did,” he smiles

A mix of prompts suggested by @blookitty and @saltyshrimpzz via replies on my post! 🥰

If you have a prompt you'd like to possibly see, feel free to shoot me an ask or dm about it! 💕

A little sketch of Travis and Laura. It looked cute so I had to do it.

I will finish it sometime later.

(Reference used)

The Expression Meme

Henlo everyone! :D

Sorry for not updating- I’ve been sick! Here is the current state of everyone!

And I may… or may not have spend more time on Ryan’s and Dylan’s shirt than necessary 😂

Hope you like it - toodles!

Snacks 🍫

It was twenty minutes until the store closed when a slightly high Laura dragged Travis in to get snacks.

As soon as Travis switched off the engine to his truck, Laura was jumping out the side and into the small grocery store. He had practically chased after her, even when stoned she was quick to lose.

She’d already grabbed a hand basket and was stalking the bakery section of mostly picked over baked goods when he caught up to her.

“Strawberry or apple?” Is all she says once she feels Travis behind her, the basket in the crook of her elbow as she closely inspects some streudals, the plastic package crinkling in her hands.

“Which do you like more?” He grazes the table, looking at the other pastries before flicking back up to the blonde.

“I’m asking youuu,” she pouts, setting the package back down on the table. “I’m not the only one going to be eating them.”

“…strawberry,” he says quietly, looking away and over to another table that held muffins. He hears her mutter something, followed by the loud crinkle of the container as it was put in her basket.

“Trav,” she’s suddenly right beside him and her hand is on his arm, making him flinch slightly. She smirks as she pulls him along, “C’mon.”

He follows willingly, watching her put item after item in her basket until it was overflowing and he was carrying some of it.

The last aisle they went to before going back up front to check out was frozen. He watched as Laura paced up and down the ice cream section, she’d set down her basket and he’d picked it up, juggling everything until he had a good grasp of everything.

She was.. adorable. Stopping in front of each door and looking at all the flavors, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she tried to make a decision. Just as he was about to say something, she smiled hugely and swung open a door and pulled out a container and happily made her way over to him.

“Traaaav, they have Blue Moon!” She shoved the container in his face like he didn’t see her with it, basically dancing with excitement just seconds ago. “I haven’t had Blue Moon in… in a blue moon,” she laughed, the sound twinkling and making his heart flutter.

“Give it here,” he extends his free hand, “I’ll add it to your more than overflowing basket.”

“I can carry it,” she holds it to her chest, even though the cold makes her shiver, “You’re already carrying so much..”

“I’m not the one that put the whole junk food aisle in this teensy little basket,” He shoots a little too hotly but he sees the sudden change in her face and he backpedals quickly, “I didn’t-“

“Nope,” her mood had instantly soured and she turned toward the checklane, “C’mon, we’re done. Gotta go pay for all my junk food.”

He narrows his eyes at the back of her head as he follows her. He catches a whiff of her as she rushes away from him, she’d just finished smoking at her apartment right before he picked her up. He didn’t hate the smell.. it just reminded him of his teen years.

Weed wasn’t his thing, he’d tried it a few times in his youth, but smoking was more of a thing Chris was into. He didn’t judge, everyone had their ways to relax and deal with all the horrors of life. He just chose the one that kills your liver more than anything.

They enter a self checkout terminal and she begins scanning everything, not even sparing him a glance.

She reaches back for the last item, a small roll of salted peanuts, but instead Travis pulls the basket away.

“Laura-“ he starts but she just gives him a glare, making him open and shut his mouth.

An announcement that the store is closing in five minutes goes over the intercom.

He meets her eye and scans the peanuts before placing it in a plastic bag. He practically pushes her out of the way, crowding the machine with his body, bringing his wallet out and inserting his card before she can even protest it.

“Travis, I was going to-“

“No, save it,” he follows the actions on the screen and pockets his wallet. He starts grabbing all the bags in one hand, “C’mon, let’s get out of here before they kick us out.”

She nods, following behind him.

They don’t speak until they’re both settled in the truck, groceries tucked away behind them.

Travis speaks first, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He glances at her, the soft light of the moon hitting his face, “I wasn’t.. ugh,” he groans, trying to figure out what to say.

He, however, is taken back by Laura leaning into his space and pressing her lips softly against his cheek. “…I didn’t mean to get short with you.”

His lip quirks up, and he swears he sees a twinkle in her eyes, “Don’t think you’ll get a growth spurt anytime soon.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” she says sarcastically, “Thanks, though, for paying for it all. You didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem,” he starts the engine and looks over at her again. “I am sorry, y’know? I’ve just.. been stressed from work and well, trying to figure out what to do with the camp. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

She looks back at him softly, giving him a small smile and nodding.

Travis wets his lip and looks ahead, putting the truck into gear and maneuvering out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

They weren’t too far away from his cabin, but they still caught the red light right before they were out of town. The low rumble of 80s music on the radio, Travis’ hands tapping along to the rhythm.

“Trav?” Laura’s voice is quiet, almost shy.

He hums, turning his attention back to her, only to find her closer than anticipated. He almost jerks back, but her hands are on him in seconds and drawing him closer as she brings their mouths together.

He stills, eyes wide and face bright red, as she gently pulls away. Her hands shake slightly as she lets him go. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I should’ve- I know you don’t like it-“

“It’s okay,” She inhales as Travis gently takes a hold of her chin, and cupping her cheek as he brings her back. Slotting their lips back together softly for a moment before he backs off some and kisses her temple.”I don’t mind, if it’s you.”

A small smile formed on her lips as she took Travis’ hand and intertwined their fingers on her lap. She trailed her free hand softly over the scar tissue on his forearm as they pulled into his driveway.

They park and Travis leans in to kiss her cheek again before taking his arm back and reaching behind to grab their multiple bags of treats.

Laura happily gets out and begins her run to the door, flipping around with her hands out as she waits for Travis to toss his keys to her. “Traaaav!”

He just rolls his eyes with a smile and throws them, watching her almost fumble as she stretches up to get them. She does a happily little dance as she opens the front door, holding the storm door open for him to pass through. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“No problem, sir,” she grins, stepping behind him and playfully slapping his ass as they make it to what is essentially a nest in the living room.

Travis had pulled out all the blankets he owned and put them on the couch before going out, all because he knew Laura was coming over and she really liked to huddle up under the plush fabric….. and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was really looking forward to some cuddling.

He sat the bags on the coffee table, sitting down on the edge of the couch as he rifled through all the bags and sets them on the table one by one.

Laura falls into the couch beside him, scooting into his space and gently pressing into him. “What d’ya wanna watch tonight?”

He shrugs, snapping the package of strawberry strudel bites open and putting one between his lips before taking another and almost giving Laura it, but is stopped by her mouth on his, trying to steal it directly from him. He bites down, snapping it in half to chew and swallow it.

He snorts at her glee little face and plops the pastry still in his hand into her mouth. “Greedy.”

“Mmmmmaybe,” she gathers up one of the blankets, a deep navy plush one that was usually on Travis’ bed, and puts it over both of their shoulders and then leans back. “Maybe I just want you to feed me.”

“Bake off?” He gestures to the TV, adjusting himself to lay back as well, taking a hold of the remote.

“Yessss,” she leans over him, grabbing some chocolate. She grins when she feels Travis’ large hand slide down her back and then squeeze her ass lightly.

“Definitely not a soggy bottom,” he murmurs, which makes her squirm against his hand as she laughs.

Soon enough, they’re both melted into the couch watching the various delicate, interesting pastries on screen. Despite Laura insinuating that Travis feed her, she had been feeding him throughout their binging of the latest season of The Great British Bake Off.

“You’re going to put me into a sugar coma,” he huffed, kissing her fingers as she pressed another piece of milk chocolate into his mouth.

“Maybe then you’ll be sweet to me,” her lip quirked up, popping some chocolate into her mouth.

Travis snorts and yanks her up and onto his lap, pulling her into a deep kiss. The tang of the chocolate on both of their tongues as they slot together with almost simultaneous moans. His hands roam over the expanse of her hips and thighs before scooping her ass and caressing her.

She ends up giggling as she draws back, nuzzling into his throat and placing small kisses amongst the column of his neck. “Your face is scratchy.”

“Mm, sorry,” he palms his own face, feeling the slight stubble, “Forgot to shave this morning.”

She smiles and places her hands on both sides of his face, her thumbs grazing along the slight hair. “I kinda like it, but I like you any way that you are.”

He turns and kisses one of her palms, “Well.”

A kiss on her other palm, “I.”

He leans his forehead against hers, “Love.”

A chaste press of his lips to hers, “You.”

She gleefully hugs him and pushes him back into the couch as she plants kisses all over his face. “I love you, too, Trav.”

He returns her hug by wrapping his arms around her and just holding her there. Content and warm, surrounded by her and the hoard of blankets and sweets.

prompt suggested by the lovely @fortheloveofwii 💕✨

"So...what was all that about?"

Laura comes out from the shower and enters Travis's bedroom, a cloud of condensation following her even as she takes in his question. She runs a towel through her hair and shrugs, "I don't know what you mean."

"Really?" He deadpans, crossing his arms, the sheets tangled around his waist, "That's your play? Laura...you basically just jumped my bones."

(more explicit under cut)

She's redressed in the same shirt as before, but he takes in the new pair of panties she's sporting with some satisfaction, as she sighs and tosses the towel to one side, "Okay, look, I've been-?"

It's clear she's trying to ease herself into this uncomfortable conversation as best she can, the way she's swinging her arms and twisting about on her feet, "Sort of...in a mood."

"A mood?"

"An...amorous one."

"So, horny." He sums up and her cheeks take on an attractive shade of pink, her eyes casting downwards, "In a manner of speaking..."

"Alright." Travis absorbs this and does his own looking down. He takes in the signs of aging on his hands and sighs, "But...why-?"

He almost says 'me'. Almost. But instead, feeling a sudden tendril of fear, he changes tack, "Why not just ask me?"

Laura snorts, "Oh yeah. Because you're so easy to talk to."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon Travis, " she waves her hands about, "We live together, but we're practically strangers. You never talk to me, I never talk to you-!"

"We talk-?" He starts to argue but she cuts in quick, "About the baby! That's it! Nothing else! It's-it's like when I was locked up all over again! You barely breathe one word to me-!"

"Well, what else is there to talk about?" Travis counters, aggravated at the reminder of his unlawful imprisonment of her, "If it wasn't for that, we would've never spoken again!"

Laura shakes her head, "You don't know that!"

"The hell I don't! What would we have talked about? You shooting my niece? You holding me responsible for your boyfriend getting torn to pieces? What about my keeping you locked up?"

Laura looks unhappy, but talking about this, finally discussing it, actually makes him feel better, "Face it, Laura. This...thing between you and me is only because of the baby."

He knows it's the truth. He knows it needs to be said. But, still...he's weak. So weak, as he concedes, "But...I mean, considering how it happened...if you-? If you have needs right now, needs because of-of hormones or whatever...then I'm-?"

He shrugs, "Then I'm willing to help. You just have to ask."

Laura glares at him, "Okay, so, what? I'm good enough to fuck, but not good enough to talk to?"

"You want to talk?" He snarls and gets up from the bed, still completely naked, "Fine. Let's talk."

He stalks over to her, but Laura doesn't look afraid. No, not Laura Kearney, of course not. The girl who showed any trepidation towards him when they first met is long gone and she's breathing hard now, looking angry as he growls, "You killed my niece!"

"I didn't-!"

"No," he stops her sharply, "You wanted to kill my brother."

"You didn't tell me-!"

"I told you what you needed to know." He crowds her up against the nearest wall, "Nothing else. And yeah, that's my mistake, but you ask me if you're only good enough for fucking and you know that's not true."

Laura's back is up against a wall and she looks a toss up between angry and aroused and that's fantastic, because that's exactly how he feels, "You're good at lots of things, Laura. Good at lying, good at killing-!"

"Travis..."

He presses his face close to hers, breathes in her fresh clean scent and hisses, "Good at riding me dry."

"That's-? I'm not-?" She looks confused and annoyed, but her eyes are glazing over and shit, she wasn't lying about how she's been feeling 'amorous', "You're good at carrying my child...our child..."

His hand presses over her belly and he can feel how she's grown. The slight increase under his fingertips and it shouldn't appeal to him as much as it does, but there's something about the knowledge that he's helped her to create this.

That beneath his palm he's encouraged something good, something positive - something alive. It speaks to him. Makes him feel as if, for the first time in six years, he's done something right.

And he'll keep it right.

When the time comes.

He'll step back, step away, when he has to. For Laura's sake. For the baby's. But for now, he doesn't see the harm in indulging himself, especially if it's helping her, and he captures her mouth with his, kissing her deeply.

Laura is still slightly stiff, like she wants to object and he draws back, air rushing from him as he speaks, "You want me to talk, I'll talk. I'll say all the right things, tell you what you want to hear..."

"L-?" Laura has to stop, has to lick her lips to return moisture to her mouth before asking, "Like?"

"Like how lucky I am to do this with you. How you giving me permission to touch you drives me outta my mind." Even as he says it, the hand he'd had on her stomach dips lower, fingers easing back the elastic waist band of her newer set of underwear.

"How finding you so wet and ready for me takes my breath away."

"Travis..." It comes out airy, shaky and he can't help but give her a shark like grin as he softly palms her before stroking his fingers along the silky lips of her pussy, "Look at you, you're already so sweet down here, juices flowing, and it has nothing to do with the shower you just had, does it?"

Laura audibly swallows, shakes her head and her expression would signify it as a shameful thing, but he clicks his tongue, "No, no - don't be ashamed, Laura. It's okay, I understand. I'm not as young as I used to be, but I can still take care of you."

He buries his face into her hair, his own hot breath billowing back on him as he mummers against her scalp, "Please, ma'am...let me take care of you..."

Asking seems to spark something in her as she moans, turning her head to capture his mouth. They're kissing, open mouthed and filthy, and one of his fingers has worked up into her again, another knuckle pushing against her clit and she mewls.

His dick bobs some, aware and wanting to fill to full hardness again, but having already had a good go, it's not quite ready yet. That's fair. Travis has other talents and he decides to use them, as he withdraws his fingers from her.

"No! What-?" Laura cries out in such despair that it nearly parallels the way she sounded when he first locked her up, when he interrogated her, when he left her alone, and a dark, twisted part of him is so turned on by that, even as he whispers, "Shh, it's alright, it's alright..."

Laura doesn't look as if it's alright, but he just carefully turns her, gently eases her back towards the bed and suddenly she seems to understand and the way her eyes light up-!

Travis can't afford to notice that. Moreover, he can't afford to like it. What he told her is true. She killed his niece, tried to kill his brother - he doesn't hold her accountable for his mother, because he recognizes how that was clearly an accident, but still...

There's nothing but blood between them.

His family's. Her boyfriend's. The baby, in its own way, is blood too - but this blood bonds them instead of tears then apart, and he can't afford to have feelings for her.

Even if it's too late.

Even if he had them before all of that, had them start when she was first in his custody - so strong, so defiant, so the opposite of how Gwen was, but in such an appealing way.

His wife had been soft spoken, biddable. His mother called her weak, stupid. Travis hadn't felt that way at all. Gwen had been delicate, she'd needed him for protection, just as much as he'd needed her for love.

But he'd failed.

He'd failed to protect Gwen and that was just the beginning of his failures in protecting people. And not just any people, the ones he loved. So, he won't love Laura. Or the baby. He won't.

He'll protect them. He'll leave them. But for now he has to help them both. Her, in particular, as he lays her out gently, removing the underwear she just put on.

The bed is soft against his knees and he's thankful for that as he bends down low over her, as he takes a hold of her legs and encourages them up and over his shoulders.

Her ankles lock slightly behind his back as he lowers his head, just the tip of his nose brushing against her clit. She whimpers at the feeling, fingernails scratching at the sheets and he tries not to laugh, but it's difficult.

She's so violent, so impatient.

Again, things he shouldn't enjoy, but does.

He takes a smooth, steady lick at the heart of her, honey bathing the breadth of his tongue as he curls it upwards slowly. Laura lets out a choked gasp, her body pressing downwards, clearly eager for more and he can't stop a smile from forming.

Travis is sure she can feel it, his mouth buried as close as it is against her sensitive skin and he kisses there, licks and laves at her pussy the way he was earlier with her lips.

His name eeks out of her, strained, and he can feel her legs shaking. Christ. The way she can cum so quickly right now...

He's not sure if it's because of her age or her hormones or both, but he has no problem bringing her to climax with very little work on his part, his mouth taking her apart easily.

Her voice echoes off the bedroom walls and he's sure she thinks they're done.

They're not.

Travis has all the time in the world.

And he proves that to her as he eases his fingers back inside of her, as his mouth returns to pull tenderly at her overly sensitized clit. He hears her moaning how he can stop, how she can't, not again, but he knows better.

...he bets Max never got her four times...

He continues to work his mouth and fingers over her quivering form and she's crying out about how it's too good and too much and oh sweet God and Travis! Travis! Travis!

Higher and higher in pitch, in fevered joy, and Laura breaks apart a fourth time.

Laura's panting - tiny, pleasured sounds leaving her throat that hints at her coming down and he's tempted to go back at her again, but decides to give her something of a refractory period.

Still, he stays positioned where he is, silently letting her know he's ready to go again when she is, and she must eventually recognize it, as she croaks, "You-? You're not-?"

"Told you. I'm taking care of you."

The sound she lets out at this revelation? A cross between shocked, overwhelmed, and gloriously happy? Travis can't help himself.

He finally gives up, gives in, and he laughs. It's a dumb, dopey full hearted chuckle - but he gives in to it. How can he not?

This is the woman carrying his child and he's doing the right thing. For once. And for now. But again, he has to do the right thing when the time comes.

Come hell or high water.

It starts because of the nightmares.

Laura starts having them in rapid frequency and they're always extremely intense. Interestingly enough they have nothing to do with werewolves or her imprisonment.

Instead they're more abstract and bizarre and she read that her hormones are no doubt to blame - a sort of 'pregnancy brain' taking hold of her REM cycles.

At first she tries to deal with it on her own, waking up gasping and clicking on her bedside lamp, telling herself over and over to relax, that they're just nightmares and they're nothing to get so worked up about.

But as they continue, they start to really interfere with her rest and she knows it can't be good for the baby.

This leaves Laura with one option, one she finds extremely embarrassing, but one she feels she'll have to overcome for her child's sake.

"Travis?" She asks into his dark room quietly. She hears nothing, not even snores (and she would have pegged him as the snoring type), and she strains her eyes, trying to pick him out.

He has a rather large bed with a huge fluffy comforter and more pillows than necessary. It's actually because of the pillows that it takes her a moment to pick him out

He's buried beneath a few and as she carefully treads in, she does her best not to alarm him. Apparently she fails, as he suddenly shoots upright, holding out his hand like he has a gun in it.

He doesn't (thank God), but she gets the impression he used to, as he makes a few disgruntled sounds before asking in a confused, sleepy slur, "L'ra?'

"Yes, it's me."

Travis lets out a grumpy sound and rubs at his face, "Mm'doin here?"

Laura picks up the gist of it, "I...I had a bad dream. Been-been having them a lot lately..."

She feels both stupid and anxious, yet she forces herself to ask, "C-can I sleep in here?"

Travis breathes in deep and sits up more. Even in the dark, Laura can tell his hair is a mess. He fumbles around until he turns on a lamp and he looks exhausted, but cognizant enough to interact, "Sleep here?"

"Yeah, I mean...if you don't mind?"

"Sure." He says as if it's no big deal and then he goes to get up, Laura holds out a staying hand, "What are you doing?"

"You-?" He rubs at his eyes, clearly trying to wake up more, "You said you wanted to sleep here."

"Well, yeah..."

"So, I mean, s'weird, but if you think sleeping here'll be better but 's fine. Just gonna go crash on the couch..."

"Oh! Ah! No..." Laura feels her stomach twist, feels her face flush, "I-I was hoping you...you'd sleep in here too."

Travis looks both sleepy and befuddled, "Um, floor's not great for my back-?"

"I don't want you to sleep on the floor!" Laura comes across sharply, because he has to be pulling her leg now, right? Travis can be dense, but not this dense, "I-? I want you to stay where you are."

If Travis is pulling her leg, he's really playing it to the hilt, because he just looks more confused. Laura sighs, "Your bed is big enough! I stay on my side, you on yours..."

"You-?" He says it so haltingly, "Want to share the bed?"

"Yes, officer. If that's okay." The sarcasm is dry and full of annoyance. Travis just huffs, "Not an officer anymore."

"Okay, well-?"

It hangs there, unanswered, and she feels like someone needs to say something, "You can put up a pillow wall between us if you need-!"

"No, I don't-?" He lets out a few gruff sounds and knocks the covers aside, "Just-?"

He gestures to the open space before curling up neatly (and tightly) on the opposite side. Laura lets out a breath and a 'thank you' before clambering in.

They both stick to their ends, but the air holds tension for some time. Eventually one or both of them succumbs to the weight of sleep and that's that.

In the morning, when the sunlight streams in, Laura wakes up and finds Travis gone. He's gone, but she's...refreshed. She actually did sleep well the rest of the night.

So, the concession was worth it. Laura's sure that once will be enough.

It isn't.

The next night she tries to sleep in her room alone only for the nightmares to return. Once she wakes up a third time that same night, shaky and disoriented, she decides to give up the ghost.

Laura goes to Travis's room, but doesn't wake him this time, as she notices he's to one side again. Instead she crawls in and makes sure to put pillows between them just in case, just to ensure she doesn't alarm him.

If he's alarmed, she never knows it, because the next day she just wakes up alone again, not one word from him.

Thus they settle into a new routine of sharing the bed.

It's not something they talk about - it's like when they share meals or spend time in the same room together, watching television or reading or whatever. It's this unspoken, amicable agreement they've just come to.

Either Travis or Laura will go to bed first and then the other will follow. They've each claimed a side and they sleep together - same room, same bed - no big deal.

Until one morning when Laura wakes up feeling warm and wonderful. Her thoughts are hazy, but she knows she's in someone's arms - she's not sure whose, because she's in that moment of wakefulness where she's not entirely aware of her surroundings.

She's not even entirely sure of who she is, just that instinctual feeling of cozy happiness one finds after a good night's rest and a gentle awakening. But, as her thoughts become more solid, more stable, she realizes that she can only be in one set of arms

Travis.

His name leaps to her mind, almost bursting from her mouth, as her eyes pop open wider and, sure enough, Travis Hackett's arms are circled around her, holding her as closely as a child would hold a beloved stuffed animal.

Laura tenses up, wondering what exactly to do. Flipping out isn't going to help the situation and, frankly, it's...nice. It's been so long since she's been held, touched.

It's surprising how much one can miss physical contact from another person. Laura never appreciated it until she lost it. So, now, in his arms, she almost wants to languish here, enjoy the feeling.

And, selfishly, she does for some time. Eventually, however, she untangles herself from him gently. He doesn't wake up, but she does take note of a displeased wrinkle forming between his eyebrows - as if, even in sleep, he notices the loss

As if he's upset by it.

Laura valiantly ignores this.

It was a strange one off. No big deal. Their spooning. Big whoop. She's just going to forget all about it.

But then it happens again. And again.

Laura doesn't talk to him about it and, if he's ever caught himself doing it, he doesn't talk to her about it. Again, an unspoken thing

It's not as if it's anything overtly romantic or sexual.

Until, of course, it is.

Meme Challenge (Expression)

THERE WE GO!

Now everyone is assembled and it’s time to line and colour~

Thank y’all for your input! ❤️🌚

C2 chris? Hed look hilarious next to Travis

OMG! Thats a great idea! I’ll take it! C2 Chris it is! ✨❤️

Meme Challenge by @capochiino

Alright everyone! Only one left and it’s C2! Who shall we take for it? :D

B3 for Emma?

B3 for our Queen Emma! 👏✨