#please let travis be a werewolf

[biggestxsimps]

could you do the quarry guys reacting to reader getting attacked by werewolves? can you also make it angsty, thank u!

A/N: ofc, thanks for the request! I tried to make it angsty, idk if I did it right though. Also I know it’s been a while since we’ve posted, we’ve both been caught up with our lives. After this, I hope to be able to post a little more frequently. Thank you for your patience!

Please be aware this fic contains: Mentions of blood, gore, violence and spoilers. 

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Ryan Erzahler:

He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.

But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.

You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.

That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.

The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.

“I’ve been better.” He muttered.

Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.

You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.

Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.

Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.

Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.

Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.

Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.

He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.

He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.

Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.

He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.

“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”

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Dylan Lenivy:

Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.

The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.

As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.

“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.

You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.

You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.

You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.

“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.

Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.

You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.

“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.

Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.

Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.

He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.

~~~~~~~

Jacob Custos:

(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)

You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.

You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.

It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.

You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.

He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.

“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.

“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”

“What do you-” “Stop it!”

You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.

His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman. 

You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.

You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side. 

The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.

He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.

~~~~~~~

Nick Furcillo:

You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.

Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.

You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.

You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.

You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.

“Over here!” You call back. 

He pants as he stops in front of you.

“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.

“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.

You look his way at the sound of the steps.

Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.

You both move closer before-

“HGGRRR”

Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure. 

“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.

You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.

You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.

You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach. 

Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.

You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you. 

You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.

You were so close.

Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.

The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears. 

He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.

Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.

“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.

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A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep. 

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[freuleinanna]

tracked down

Characters: Travis Hackett, reader Chosen ending: The were!Hacketts are dead, the counselors gang might as well have lived Short summary: You were the extra counselor that summer, so you participated in the fun campy werewolf activities, and not without consequences. Silly something that jumped to my mind bc who wouldn't want Travis to track them down Words count: 1081

Tags: @sadclowncat (I'm SO sorry for mistag earlier!!), @sera-wonderland, @b33barlowsstuff, @imperfectjam (also, tagging those who wanted something w/ our man Travis or Travis x reader, all future stuff will be at (# anna writes the quarry))

(the gif is just to show the character, it's not this exact scene, but the message seems right tho)

You took one look at the badge – and bolted. Within a split of a second some regret managed to sink through. You should’ve made a goddamn poker face, but now it was too late for that. Now you just had to run.

The cop reacted like any good cop should, by starting the chase. Unlike any good cop, he didn’t shout any warnings, he just straight-up sprinted behind you. Like a Terminator. Unsurprisingly, being the 1st film Sarah Connor sucked ass. Only she lived to see a second film, and then some. You might not have this luxury.

The cop tackled you near the window while you were trying to jerk it open.

‘Going somewhere, haunts&curses2573?’

Your whole body froze for a moment. He knew. His voice wasn’t smug, though, just edgy. Tired, even. The cop held you face down on the floor but seemed to try not to hurt you. You held your head up as best you could.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ ‘Are you gonna run if I let you go?’ ‘What the fuck do you want?’ ‘Are you?!’ ‘I know my rights, okay?!’ now you were really panicking. ‘I know my fucking rights!’ ‘DO YOU WANNA TALK LIKE ADULTS OR DO I CUFF YOU TO A RADIATOR?!’ ‘GET THE FUCK OFF ME!’

You heard a grunt, then some cursing under the breath.

‘Cuffs it is, then.’

You felt the metal on your skin, and next thing you knew, you were facing the room, with the cuff link gleefully clanking against the radiator pipe and the cop carefully moved to a safe, unkickable distance. That’s the first time you saw him properly. Not exactly young, with a shade of stubble on the cheeks and chin. Slightly tilting his head to the side. He squatted, keeping his eyes on your level. Something about his whole figure was just… unnerving.

‘Please,’ your throat was suddenly parched and the voice came out harsh, ‘please … I don’t know what you want from me, okay?’

A slight annoyed eye-roll followed.

‘Yeah, that’s why you ran. Uh-huh.’ ‘I… I…’ ‘Quit the damn tune, Y/L/N’ he cut you off, slightly pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I’ve had an awful coupl’a months chasing you down, but unlike you, I can do my job right.’

You yanked the cuff slightly, not actually hoping for anything. And nothing happened. What a surprise. You yanked some more just out of spite.

‘Happy now?’ cold, calm voice didn’t match the appearance one bit, but perfectly matched the prying eyes. ‘Wanna do some more running?’

You shook your head, drawing your legs closer to yourself.

‘Good, ‘cause you’re gonna SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN!’ you jerked and the sudden rise of the voice. The cop… really, he looked irritated. And irritated cops are never a good story. Terminator 2 covered that as well. ‘Am I clear?’

You nodded. He sighed sympathetically.

‘Look, kid. My name is Travis Hackett,’ a meaningful pause. ‘Like the Hackett’s Quarry.’

And then it came together. Of course. Of-fucking-course. He was studying you, as if making sure you won’t suddenly decide to chew your arm off and run. You had half a heart to do just that.

‘…shit,’ that was all you could say. Not very eloquent, but very true. ‘Exactly,’ the cop nodded generously. ‘You’ve fucked up big time.’ ‘I didn’t do any-’ ‘Ah,’ he stopped you with a motion of his hand. ‘I suggest you shut up and really don’t piss me off now, because I really don’t wanna take out my gun. Especially, since it’s loaded with silver.’

Bastard knew it right away, from your eyes. Read your face like a note on the fridge. The uneasy tug pulled in your stomach. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked in a totally non-unfuckable goddamn way, but the stupid kid inside you still tried to wiggle their way out.

‘W-what does silver hav--’ ‘Did I not just say to NOT PISS ME OFF?!’

That’s what, a third strike? Thoughts ran around your brain in a sort of dancing fever. There was no way out for you. The only way was through, and it could just be that on the other side of the tunnel you’d be met by a silver bullet. Not on the full moon, but still… The Hackett cop seemed to have calmed down a notch. His brother, you remembered. His brother and the kids. They died that night. It’s a wonder the silver bullet didn’t come first. You suddenly felt really cold.

‘What do you want?’ you asked flatly. Trevor Hackett, or whatever his name was, was kind of staring you down. Full-on drama. ‘You figured it out, didn’t you, Y/N? When the moon came and you turned, you figured it out,’ he gave you a moment to chime in, and when you didn’t, finished darkly with a disapproving shake of the head. ‘The White Wolf is still alive. So you went and sent all those trinkets you found out there to that goddamn podcast, didn’t you? What were you hoping for? A crowd of werewolf-hunters who’d put him down for you?’

He was surprisingly accurate, that Trampy-whatever. Travis, it struck you, the name was Travis. Probably should remember that for later, if that later ever comes. It didn’t really seem like it, though.

‘That… was the plan, yeah,’ you mumbled awkwardly. ‘Well, congrats, mastermind. You created a fucking pilgrim path for every dumbass who ever wanted to snoop around and smell werewolf shit.’

His voice was dripping with sarcasm. A bit more, and the floor beneath would be a goner, burnt right down to the basement. That would’ve been fucking hilarious, only it wasn’t anywhere near funny.

‘Do you want to see the body count? Maybe the local town reports on rabid dogs? Hmm?’ ‘Alright, I get it, I fucked up,’ you snarked, not being able to take the blame-pushing anymore. ‘So what, you dragged your ass out here to shoot me? Cover for your fucked-up family once again? What the fuck do you want?’

The cop’s face changed. You didn’t understand how, exactly. It took you a few moments to catch up, but you got it just as he finished saying that next words. Then it beamed on you. He didn’t look angry anymore. He seemed regretful. As if he was sorry for something he was about to do.

‘Full moon’s in 10 days. I’m sorry, kid. I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna need your help to end this.’

#i promise i'm gonna do sth for other characters as well i got a few ideas!! #it's just the creepy cop got me #the quarry #the quarry spoilers #the quarry game #travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #travis x reader #travis hackett fics #anna writes the quarry #something i wrote

[confoundedluna]

Travis Hackett x Laura Kearney shippers dni <3

y'all please even if the age gap wasn't that bad - 18-20 and 56 is Gross - he drugged her, held her and her boyfriend hostage for two months, made her watch her boyfriend transform into a werewolf in which he attacked her violently, and forced her to risk her life to help him fix his family's mistake

she also can drug or shoot him, and can kill several members of his family, attacks him, and he can kill her??? where are y'all seeing the romance?????

(editing this to say that i'm not asking for justification in any way, that is not the intended interpretation, I do not want to hear why y'all are shipping them - already heard stuff about 'chemistry', this is very much rhetorical, thank you)

let her and max be the only healthy relationship this game has in Peace y'all

#the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #laura and max are Right There #max is her motivation for everything she does #they are adorable #and you choose to ship them??

[falsemortal]

Coffee ☕️ / Team 👫

"So, are we just gonna pretend that last night didn't happen?"

The words echo throughout his office. Laura’s blue eye pierced right through him. Guilt and bile rose up in his throat.

Her once beautiful, sunkissed skin now had jagged and puffy, weeping wounds. She lost a whole goddamn eye.

And… it was all his fault.

He’d been angry.

Careless.

He should’ve..

She sat across from him at his desk, her arms crossed yet still shackled. She sighed hotly, annoyed with him.

She’d only taken one sip of her coffee.

He expected her to toss the scalding drink on him. He deserved it and so much more for what he’s done to this girl. The thought that even though she had the ability to leave the previous night rattled through him. She stayed.

They both know they’ll never be the same after all of this is done and over.

“Laura,” her name sounds foreign on his tongue, always prompting to not make this personal… but now? He needs her to know. “I can apologize all I want for my misdeeds towards you, but I know you won’t take that.”

“I want to work with you, dude,” Her brows furrow and she sits up, the handcuffs rattling. Like a scorpion readying it’s attack, she rears up, ”You can’t just be chaining people up to radiators and expecting everything to be peachy. If I had been any closer-“

“I’m trying, okay!? I told you not to get close!” It comes out forced and he feels anger start to boil, “I can’t just let you go. Not now, especially not now.”

“Why not?” She challenges, “Can’t let the ugly, deformed girl go back to society? The crazy girl that called wolf?”

He leans back in his chair, it squeaks under his weight. He stressfully paws at his hair, not caring at the state of it. His hands slide down to his face.

The first thing that comes out of his mouth surprises him to admit, “You’re not ugly, far from it.”

That shuts her up for a second, seeming to soak in the small compliment. She looks him up and down, her gaze scorching him wherever she looked.

“You know too much,” He clears his throat and looks down as he leans his elbows on the desk, “I..need your help more than ever. My family will kill you on the spot if they even get the vaguest hint that you’re here.”

He sighs, “I can’t let that happen.”

Laura squints at him, despite the tug of tender skin making her grimace. She sighs and lays her hands on the desk. “We need to trust each other. I want this shit over with too, y’know?”

His lips voice a thought but nothing comes out. He squeezes his own face briefly and then one hand goes down to his key ring. He hesitates over Laura’s much smaller hands, his eyes digging into her. “I want to trust you. How can I know you won’t stab me in the back?”

She rolls her eye but ends up groaning, pain wracking through her head. “I don’t have depth perception anymore, Travis. I can’t even drink this coffee without spilling it on myself.”

More guilt threads through him, making him gulp it down. He wets his lip and his gaze drops to her handcuffs, “M’sorry.”

“I trust you,” she says quietly, “You said you’ve been dealing with this for six years? I trust you. Just.. please keep me in the loop. No more keeping everything to yourself and bottling it up.”

“Don’t make me regret this,” he sighs deeply and the sound of metal crashing on the desk echoes throughout the room. They stare at each other for just a moment, waiting to see if either is going to take back their word.

Laura rubs her wrists slowly, then meets his gaze again. The morning sun hitting his face made her realize how tired he looked. He most definitely hasn’t slept well in the last few days, if at all. “We’re a team from now on, alright?”

He nods, “A team.”

——

Her face slowly turns into a grin, “Now.. how about our team name? Sheriff Sunshine and the Cyclops Cadet? Hackett and Kearney: Werewolf hunters of the law?” A small laugh escapes her and it thrums through Travis pleasantly, “Hack-erney? Travaura?”

“I’m glad you think this is funny and all-“ He starts, any humor he had for her disappeared, but she jumps back in.

“No, I don’t think this is funny,” she gestures around her, “It’s.. just.. I know this is serious, but you need to de-stress some, it’s killing you… you also need to take a nap, when’s the last time you actually slept?”

“And how would you ‘de-stress’?” He leans back in his chair, watching her every movement, “I slept here after I mopped up the shower last night.”

Laura knows a for sure way to let him relax, which makes her face and stomach warm up a bit. A twitch of electric goes to her core as she licks her lips. “Do you trust me?”

He senses a change in the air, his throat constricts and all he can do is nod. His heart hammers as he watches Laura slink to the floor and crawl under his desk, he backs up slightly, his chair almost protesting.

Laura’s hands are on his thighs, rubbing up and down the fabric of his uniform. Her face gets closer and with an almost magnetic pull, she nuzzles into his crotch and lays her cheek against his now noticeable bulge.

“What are you doing?” His voice comes out hoarse, his heart threatening to beat out of his body. The way she’s looking up at him has blood streamlining south. His hands hover between the arm rests of his chair and Laura’s shoulders.

“Think of it as a trust exercise,” She says calmly, her cheek caressing him just the slightest, “As well as a sampling of some teamwork.”

He gulps, and closes his eyes with a wince as he feels himself start to strain against his uniform. This is not where he thought this was going.

“Laura,” He shakes his head, his hands falling to his thighs, just a hair away from hers, “You don’t- we shouldn’t do this.”

“…but you want to, don’t you?” They don’t drop eye contact as she kisses his clothed erection, “I haven’t been fucked in weeks, Travis. I need this as much as you do.”

“Isn’t Max-“ He starts but a low moan breaks out of him as Laura palms and strokes him through his pants. “Fucking shit-“

“If it makes you feel any better,” she carefully touches one of his hands, “We broke up the first week we were…here.”

He’d been careful. Throwing his attraction to her away since day one. He’d had a few slip ups, but now? He was surely in hell and he didn’t have the strength to climb back out.

“If.. if you want to stop at any point, tell me,” Laura was caught off guard by how soft his voice had gone, and the fact that he just agreed. “Can I touch you?”

“Please,” She stretches upwards like a cat wanting petted, “I’ve been thinking about how nice your hands feel on me. Especially earlier when you helped rewrap my, uh, situation up here.”

Travis groans, feeling her rub him consistently, his concious is still heavy. “I am sorry for my behavior yesterday.. and from the beginning. I was.. I am awful.”

“You were..” She hums and adjusts herself slightly, “It is understandable though.”

Travis hesitantly caresses her cheek with his knuckles, careful not to put pressure. A puff of what might be humor escapes him, “I’m sure you’ll put me in my place if I ever step out of line.”

She smirks before mouthing over his erection. She pulls away slowly, and Travis can definitely feel the wet spot where she’d been.

“You’re very gentle,” She shudders when his hands finally drop and smooth over her shoulders and into the nape of her neck, “But, I want to see you bend me over this desk.”

He moans, spreading his legs to accommodate Laura and relieving the built up pressure only barely. He was really doing this. They were really doing this.

“I bet you’d love to pound me into it,” She moans when his thumb presses into her neck just the slightest, “Leaving bruises all over my hips. Treating me like the brat that I am.”

“Or maybe,” Her hands scoot up to his belt, and in silent permission, Travis unbuckles himself and raises his hips slightly to push his pants down, boxers and all.

The heaviness of him bounces up and a sigh of relief escapes him. Just as a sound of surprise leaves Laura.

“Oh, sheriff, you’re a big boy, now aren’t you?” She gently touches him, watching him twitch, she looks back up into his eyes and sees how hard he’s clenching his jaw, ”Travis, breathe, I promise I’ll make this good for you. Unless, you don’t want this?”

“Trying.” He exhaled shakily, but it’s like his body seized on itself, everything coiled and ready to snap. “I want this. I want you, Laura.”

“I think I came on a little too strong,” Laura shifts up and onto his lap, her knees screaming from their previous position. She gently tucks her way on his thighs, and gasps in pleasure as she traps and rubs against his cock, “Let’s warm you up.”

Hot air escapes him and he moans at the feeling of her sweatpants covered cunt rubbing against him in the most delicious way. He wants more. He craves it.

She delicately puts her hands on both sides of his face and places her lips over his. A gentle push and then pull back to see his reaction, but he’s already pulling her closer and slotting them back together passionately. Tongues meet and roll against the other. He tastes of coffee.

His hips roll delightfully against her as they continue, making her moan into his mouth. They explore each other, finding places where the other likes to be touched.

Laura pleasantly finds him to be very handsy and melts into his hands. He eventually loosens up under her, his muscles and limbs not as taut.

“Think it’s time I lost these,” Laura smirked, pulling back from him slightly to slide down her sweatpants, revealing her soaked panties. “Unless-“

Travis meets her eye and gently reaches forward, knuckling against the warm damp cloth. He makes a noise and thumbs her underwear down, revealing her perfectly pink, swollen lips. “You’re beautiful,” he delicately rubs his knuckles against her clit, which makes her push back against his hand feverishly, “Fuck.”

She gently pulls on his tie as she lays back onto his desk, the cold surface and the anticipation making her shudder. “Come boy, I think you deserve your treat.”

He licks his knuckles and like a man possessed, he scoots closer to her, placing his palm over her stomach and pushing her down. He shoves his face between her legs and breathes in.

Laura squeezes her legs around him and looks down at him, only to see his half-lidded pleasure as he licks flatly into her with a low groan that vibrates through her. His eyes don’t leave her as he laps and teases her. Her hands go to his hair almost immediately as a moan rips out of her.

“Holy fuck,” she gasps and keens, her fingers gripping his hair tightly and pulling, “Travis, shit, didn’t think you-“

Travis nips and sucks on her clit, and suddenly Laura is seeing white. The noise she makes is loud and shaky. Her thighs squeeze his head, which just makes him groan even more as he tastes her.

“Sorry,” Laura widens her stance, her chest heaving. Travis just licks his lips with a slight smile. “Didn’t mean to suffocate you.”

“Don’t mind,” his hands rub up and down her thighs before he leans down and gently places a kiss on her knee. “Definitely not the worst place to die.”

“C’mere,” she tugs on his hair slightly, smiling as he stands and leans into her, she kisses him lightly and pulls back. Looking closely at his face, “You have really pretty eyes.”

“If you say so,” He steals a kiss, then groans when he presses into her, his weeping cock smearing against her stomach. “I know I’m not attractive, no need to butter me up.”

“Don’t say that,” She playfully slaps his chest, “I like how you look.”

He averts his gaze, a deep flush on his skin. He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels Laura rut against him.

“Do you want me face down or..?” She brushes her hand down his chest, playing with his tie, “..could you take this off, too?”

Travis nods, shifting upwards so that he can undo his tie, his hands hover over the buttons of his shirt. Laura’s knees squeeze his legs slightly and he looks down at her to see that she’s taking her shirt off as well. Her pebbled nipples showing through the white lightweight bra, he watches her put her arms around to unhook it.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she smirks.

A laugh escapes him and he shakes his head as he unbuttons his shirt. He shucks it off, letting it go to the floor, “Not as pretty as you, I’m afraid.”

Laura takes him in. He’s not extremely fit, but she can see power within him. (She’s felt it too, with the way he’s manhandled her and Max around.) He’s a bit softer in the middle, with dark chest hair that trails down delightfully to his cock. Her eye dart around to a few marks, but then gets stuck on a large scar that went from his shoulder to under his ribs on his right side. “Is that-“

“Later,” he pleads, “Please, I promise I’ll tell you about it.”

She nods, and unhooks her bra and lets it fall to reveal her plush, yet perky breasts. She feels Travis’ eyes scorching her skin, then the soft pad of his fingers touching the moles around her collarbone. She makes a soft noise as he gently cups each of her breasts.

“Everything about you is perfect.. pretty,” he leans in and slots their lips together, “And..to answer your earlier question, I.. like looking at you, but I have a feeling you want to be on your stomach.”

“Mm,” she hums and catches a glint in his eyes, “yes, please.”

Before she knows it, with a snap of motion, she’s shoved face first into the desk. A flash of pain goes though her head at the positioning but she ignores it. She moans when she feels his cock brush against her entrance, he’s pushing down on her slightly and it makes her squirm. “Fuck.”

“That’s the plan, isn’t it?” His voice is right in her ear. His foot nudges hers, asking to widen her stance. His voice is low and soft, “If you want to stop at any point, please say something.”

“I will,” she exhaled softly, “You better shove that thing-“

Travis takes and guides himself in, sinking in slowly and making Laura’s sentence warble as she moans. He goes slow until he’s all the way in, his balls resting against her. He feels Laura’s core stretch to accommodate him, but then it squeezes him and makes him groan.

“You’re- fuck- bigger than what I’m used to,” she keens, concentrating on the feeling of him, she hasn’t been able to shut her mouth as she shudders against him.

“We can stop,” he pauses, “If it hurts, we can stop.”

“Don’t,” she adjusts, “I like it.”

He pulls back and thrusts slowly back in, relishing in the feeling. He repeats this a few times until Laura tries to rut back against him.

“Harder,” she grunts, “Make me know my place.”

Travis groans, and pulls back only to snap immediately back in, making her squeak.

“Fuck, yes, like that,” she pushes back against him as he snaps into her again.

They continue, their pace getting faster and more rough as time goes by. At some point, Travis growls into her ear, his chest pushing into her back as he nips and sucks in her neck, their mutual thrusting turning almost brutal.

“Fuck,” he licks the groove in her soft skin from his teeth, “You’re a needy little bitch, aren’t you? Begging to be filled by any cock that shows interest.”

She gasps as she’s shoved harder into the desk, which moves with a slight squeak as he pounds into her. Her brain can’t seem to come up with anything to say, all she can do is make little noises of pleasure.

“Can’t speak?” A low chuckle emits from him, “Didn’t know I just had to fuck you into a delirious mess to make you shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her thighs burn and twitch. This side of him was interesting.

Travis nibbles along her shoulders and nape, he’s left a few marks on her that definitely will bruise. Something in him really likes that. Likes that those marks are his.

“T-Travis-“ she finally stutters out, “M’close.”

He makes a noise that vibrates through his chest, and into her back. He palms her hips and grips, pulling her upwards slightly. The new angle throws her over the edge with a scream and she tightens around him as he continues to thrust madly in and out of her. His arms box her in and his mouth finds her shoulder as he acts like a dog in heat.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up, sweetheart,” his voice is low and in her ear again, his rhythmic thrusting now getting jumpy, “Pump you so full of cum until you’re bursting.”

Laura moans loudly, she thrusts back at him just as heated, “You fucking better.”

Laura feels a spurt of hot liquid coating her from the inside and she about melts into the desk, letting him pound himself mercilessly into her, ramming his cum further and further into her like he promised… until he stills, panting heavy. He’s not quite laying on her, but a good portion of his weight is on top of her.

“Shit,” he scrambles backwards, pulling out. He exhaled loudly as he saw the mixture of both of them dribble out of her and onto his once pristine desk. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to- Do I need to get you anything?”

Laura gently turned over and looked at him, she saw panic in his eyes and his chest heaving, “No, you’re okay.”

“I’m good,” She reached out to him, gently running her hand over his chest, playing with the hair. She seemed uncharacteristically shy, “I,uh, really liked that. The.. talking bit.. and well, that.”

Travis placed his hand over hers and squeezed gently, his panic fading away slowly. “Shower?”

“God, yes,” she perched on the edge of his desk, “…will you join me?”

He thinks for a moment before agreeing, “..sure, but no funny business.”

“Aye, aye, Sheriff,” she grins and playfully saluted him before hopping down and fishing around for her sweatpants and tshirt, “Is it possible for you to get a different kind of soap? The one you got in there’s been making my skin itch.”

He nods as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his shirt and pulls his pants up, tucking himself back in. “You can use mine.”

She redresses and looks up at him. He looks..different now. Softer.

“You good?” He gently cups her wounded cheek, turning her head slightly to get a better look, “I’ll rewrap this for you after, too.”

“Yeah, a little sore.. but it’s nice,” She smiles and stretches up to kiss his cheek, “Thanks for trusting me, Travis.”

—

After their shower, Travis returns Laura to her cell and with a look, he shuts her cell but doesn’t lock it. They had an agreement and well, Laura didn’t plan on breaking it.

However, after hearing Travis walk away, Max spoke up.

A lip smack, “So… you guys fucked.”

“What?” Laura squeaked, looking in the direction of Max’s cell. Her body lit up like it was on fire.

“I could hear you guys,” he seemed pissed, “I know we agreed to get to know him, get on his side, but.. having sex with your captor? What the fuck.”

“Max..” she warns, “It was consensual, I was the one to-“

“Oh, I know, Laura,” it sounded like he kicked something, it smacked against the cell bars, “I couldn’t exactly not hear it all.”

“Sorry,” she doesn’t really apologize. She hopes that he hated every second of it.

“….was he better than me?” Max’s voice was small, but she still heard him like he was right beside her.

“Probably one of the better experiences I’ve had so far,” she sits on her cot and flinches, Travis’ grip on her earlier did indeed leave some bruises. “… so, yeah.”

Max doesn’t say anything else, but Laura can tell that he is seething.

#hackearney #travis hackett #travis x laura #laura kearney #the quarry #fanfic #hackearney ficlets #IT WAS A FICLET #NOW ITS FUCKING THIS MONSTROSITY

[lilibethdrawsreylo]

Silas? Silas!

A theory about / analysis of Silas’ movements because the idea that he’s been sitting in one place for six years peeves me greatly. 

So, first things first, he hasn’t been. Travis calls him a nomad and mentions sightings of him at one point. He also has a map in his office that looks like this:

I don’t know much about reading maps, so I can’t tell how vast of a territory that is, but it should cover the entirety of the Hackett Woods, at least, seeing as that’s where the hunt takes place. That’s a lot of land according to the game (the ByB end credits podcast, to be specific). 

It’s clear that Silas doesn’t just hang out around one summer camp. He’s moving around the territory but probably has established routes - “nomad” kind of implies that. 

And based on that, I would guess that the Hacketts also haven’t been hunting him in their back yard for six years. They’ve probably been following those sightings / their general idea of Silas’ paths, although, yeah, they haven’t been leaving their forest. Kaylee says so in her letter to Constance:

“...I wanna know what’s outside the forest...”      

When the events of the game take place, Silas likely happens to be back in the area closest to the camp. 

Another thing that, in my opinion, implies that Silas doesn’t stay in one place is Eliza’s dialogue from her death scene:

She repeats that she’ll wait for him several times. She is the one pinned to the land close to the camp (literally, if you fail her QTE), not Silas. Also please take a close look at the screenshot above. With this image in mind, let’s move to my second theory [a gaaame theory!] related to Silas. 

Silas’ lair =/= the place where the fire took place. How so?

(Besides the obvious, as in, Travis having no idea there’s a place in the woods filled with stuff from Harum Scarum. Like, duh, of course it’s not the same spot where a huge fire started by his family members took place. Come on.)

In Eliza’s scene, we can see that the traveling show is set up in an open area. The lair, when it’s found by Laura in the prologue, is described as engulfed by the forest - but that’s too much forest to have grown around it in merely six years.

The screenshot is a bit dark but there’s a huge tree to the right of the lair and a log behind it. The cage isn’t near such trees in the flashback. Besides, there aren’t any other burnt structures around the lair, just the forest. 

So what is this place? Well, Silas probably made it for himself after the fire. He’s only a werewolf for one night a month. Most of the time, he’s just a man. He’d need shelter for when he’s around and in his human form. Sure, he’s “feral” but he’d still be capable of dragging stuff around and arranging it as he sees fit. 

It’s probably not very far from the original place (as indicated by a partially burnt Harum Scarum poster Laura sees pinned to a tree) but it’s deep enouth in the thicket to have remained hidden until Laura happens upon it.

Another detail to speak for this theory, imo, is the trunk Laura finds.

How and why would it get there on its own? It’s found in a small ravine - that’s nowhere near where its original owner, a perforemer, would’ve placed it.

Which leads to my final thoughts about Silas - and they’re sad. He took what remained of Harum Scarum into the woods with him. He placed those things around his lair - because that was his idea of a safe place. A cage surrounded by a traveling show’s inventory. That’s... so tragic, to be honest. Safest in the cage, not knowing any other life. It does paint a heartbreaking picture. I can see why Laura would hesitate to make the final shot at the sight of it.

And as for the Hacketts, three men (one old, another not all there mentally) have been hunting one in a vast, old forest for six years. They failed. Were they bad hunters or just unlucky? Was there magic involved? Or were they sabotaging their hunt on purpose? The world might never know. 

But anyways, here are my thoughts on these parts of the story - hopefully they’re logical enough or at least entertaining. Thanks for reading. :)  

#the quarry #the quarry game #headcanon #travis hackett #laura kearney #the quarry theory

[prurientpuddlejumper]

So no matter what ending you get, there are GOING to be charges filed, arrests made, possibly murder trials after The Quarry. Which means Laura and Travis are going to see each other.

And Laura's parents are going to be there.

Please imagine Laura saying hi to Travis in the lobby of some courthouse or police station. They stop and chat for awhile and Travis is on his best, least creepy behavior because HER PARENTS ARE THERE. So it's all handshakes and, "Sheriff Hackett, nice to meet you, ma'am" act normal act normal act normal

Then he leaves and her folks are like, "wow what a creep. Honey, we do NOT want you talking with that redneck, he's CLEARLY guilty"

"Shut the fuck up, dad!"

Then going and finding him somewhere they can speak privately because they already had a little romance sparking, but Travis is just like, "Nope. No way. Anything we had, that's over. It was never going to work."

"Why? What’s wrong??"

"I AM OLDER THAN YOUR MOTHER"

"buuuuut you're the same age as my dad.....? :D"

"Goddammit, Laura"

Also, what story are they going to tell the police? There are going to be a bunch of counselors giving varied reports about hunters, werewolves, bears... Given that there are multiple bodies on Hackett property and Travis is the SHERIFF, he's going to fall under heavy suspicion -- "You're telling me you didn't know the body of a lost hiker was tied up at the bottom of your FAMILY'S lake, sheriff?"

Let's say Laura vouches for him. But where the fuck was Laura all summer? If she wants to help Travis she can't exactly say she was abducted, but she can't pretend she was at camp either since the other counselors know she wasn't. So what was she doingn there? Then again, the other counselors will also say she had a pirate eyepatch & a werewolf bite, soooo not exactly reliable witnesses as far as the court is concerned.

She could claim she was helping Travis investigate a serial killer known as "Silas the dog boy" who had a grudge against the Hackett family since his circus burned down six years ago.

Pining everything on Silas makes the most sense, if they take the time to wipe Laura and Ryan's prints from the shotgun and put it in Silas's hands. Silas ran rampant around the camp, killed most of the Hackett family, then Laura and Travis tracked him down and killed him... in... self-defense? By shooting him in the back? With.... his own shotgun I guess?

It's still a pretty fishy story that doesn't add up forensically... but probably fishy enough that no one can get a conviction. There is so much reasonable doubt -- we honestly have no idea wtf happened! Everyone's story is different and many versions involve werewolves!

OK, which character do you think is gonna be the fool who tries to be honest with the police, says "werewolves did it," and ends up in a padded cell?

#travis hackett x laura kearney #travislaura #I think Jacob out of sheer himboness & Ryan out of stoic honesty #dylan and Kaitlyn are smart enough to lie and say it was animals... rabid animals or something...

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Nine

Travis put his hands around Laura’s wrists as he stared down into her bewildered face. She was still clinging desperately to his shirt with both hands, Max’s blood coating her neck and shoulder.

He was going to have to tell her the truth.

About everything.

Travis closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He’d tried this once before, with the journalist that Chris bit. His name was Remy and Travis had kept him down here for five weeks, telling the man everything he knew about the curse, asking the man to try and understand why he had to be patient. They needed to kill Silas, and then Travis would let him go.

The journalist thought he was out of his goddamn mind and didn’t believe that he was a werewolf until Travis had shown him a video of himself changing. He became very quiet after that, but not for long. If he was only dangerous on the full moon, he reasoned he shouldn’t be kept prisoner like this.

But Travis didn't dare let that journalist go, not when he had the potential to go blabbing about the curse to everyone and getting Travis’ whole family killed. He had to protect his family no matter what. 

That’s when Travis had made the mistake of asking his father for advice. Before Travis knew what was happening, Dad had sent Bobby down to the station with a shotgun, and that was the end of the journalist.

After Travis kicked up a stink that it wasn't right, Ma agreed and said no more blood on their hands, but Travis would never make that mistake again. He’d deal with Max on his own. His family could never know Laura that knew their secret, either.

He felt sick at the thought of his family realizing that Laura knew their secret. Or rather, that she was about to.

"I don't understand what the hell is going on."

"Just watch," he told her. 

Laura would be like the journalist, not believing in the curse until she saw it for herself. Hell, anyone would be crazy to simply take his word for it.

The cuts on Max's neck were closing up. It wouldn't be long now. 

“Please,” Laura whimpered. “You have to let him out. This isn’t you, Travis.”

Barbed wire wrapped around his heart and tightened. He could take her anger. He was used to being on the receiving end of someone’s fury. He could even endure it if she hit him.

But her pleading? The tears in her eyes? 

“We just have to wait,” he repeated. She could interpret that to mean whatever she liked. He only had to stall her for a few minutes before it became very obvious why he couldn’t unlock the cell.

Over her shoulder, Max groaned and sat up. He was still human but there was something distinctly unnatural the way he’d rolled up, chest first and then shoulders and head last. Laura hadn’t noticed, but Travis turned her around and pointed out what was happening.

“Look. He’s not dying.”

Laura went over the cell and wrapped her hands around the bars. Travis had to suppress an almost overwhelming desire to drag her back.

He moved up behind her, ready to pull her out of harm’s reach the second Max showed signs of changing.

“Max? How are you feeling?” Laura called.

Max was frowning, pressing his hand to his throat and then examining his palm. Doing it over and over. “Whose blood am I covered in?”

“Yours. You were attacked by something in the woods. Don’t you remember?”

Max stared at his hand. “Yeah, I thought so too, but…” He got up and moved towards them. “I can’t feel any cuts. Can you see anything, Laura?”

Laura examined him closely and then breathed, “I can't see any. What the fuck?” She turned around and stared at Travis. “He was bleeding. Five minutes ago he was bleeding so much I thought he was going to die.”

Travis merely nodded, and then side-stepped out of reach as Laura went for the keys on his gun belt again.

“But he’s fine!” she protested. "Let him out."

“I told you. Wait.”

Max gave him a seething look, one that contained a shade more anger than it should considering he didn’t understand what was happening. “You locked me in here, asshole?”

Travis clenched his teeth. Here we go.

The change affected everyone differently, but the first time was always the worst, especially when the person didn’t understand why their heart was racing, their bones were filled with stabbing pains and rage was suddenly boiling under their skin.

Chris had described the change to him once, and it sounded like torture.

Max started walking up and down, breathing harshly, a wild expression in his normally calm eyes.

Laura looked from Max to Travis. “What’s happening to him? How is he not injured anymore?”

“He healed.”

“That’s not possible.”

“It is if you’re cursed.”

Laura whipped her head around and looked at him. “What do you mean, cursed? There are no such thing as curses.”

Travis grimaced. Tell that to his family.

Max pushed his fingers through his hair and growled, a distinctly animal sound, and then shook himself liked a stressed-out dog.

Travis reached for Laura’s hand and curled his fingers around hers, tugging her toward him and away from the bars. “Just step back a bit.”

He only meant to hold onto her hand for a moment and then let go of her, but Max zeroed in on what he’d done with preternatural speed.

He strode right up to the bars. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing touching her, creep?”

Travis folded his arms and glowered at the boy.

Max’s eyes were shining golden. The veins in his face were starting to turn black. “Nothing to say? Huh? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you've been staring at my girlfriend whenever you're at camp."

“She’s not your girlfriend.” The words tumbled from Travis' lips before he could help himself. 

Max was trapped in there. Travis was out here with Laura. It was a shitty, shitty situation, but part of him was so fucking relieved that it was Max who got bit and not Laura.

Anger roared in Max’s expression. “How the fuck do you know anything about that?”

When Travis wouldn’t reply, Max turned to Laura, who was gazing at Max in bewilderment.

“Laura? What the fuck is going on?”

“Max, will you please take a breath? I don't understand why you're getting so worked up when we've got other problems right now."

Max slammed his fist against the bars, his expression turning feral. “I asked you a fucking question! What’s going on with you and this asshole? You think I don’t notice things, but I do. Abi says you went for a walk the night of the regatta. Did you fuck this guy? Did you screw this creepy old dude?”

Laura stared at him, hurt and confusion filling her eyes.

“Max,” Travis warned loudly. “Take a breath before you say anything else.” To Laura he added, “He’s not himself. This isn’t his fault. I’ll be able to explain properly in a minute.”

The fact that she hadn’t denied having sex with Travis sent Max into a frenzied tailspin. “Tell me the truth! Is my girlfriend a fucking whore?”

Travis slammed the bar with his fist, right by Max’s head. “Hey. Get a grip. This is Laura you’re talking to.”

Max turned his attention to Travis. “You sad, pathetic old bastard. Is this what you do every summer? Sniff around the camp for fresh meat?”

Travis stepped back half a pace, hoping that it would calm Max down. Max could call him all the names under the sun. Travis had been called a lot worse before.

“Max, please stop. I think you’re unwell,” Laura pleaded with him.

“He’s the one who fucking sick!” Max snarled.

“Max,” Laura said sharply.

“It doesn’t matter, Laura,” Travis muttered.

“STOP FUCKING CALLING HER LAURA. YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT.” All the veins were standing out on Max's face.

“I don’t have the right?” Travis muttered under his breath. His arms were folded tightly and his fingers started tapping on his bicep. “I don’t have the right.” He laughed without mirth and shook his head. Speaking softly, but not soft enough that Max couldn’t hear every word, Travis said, “The man who’s been ignoring Laura all summer says that I don’t have the right to call her by her name.”

“Travis,” Laura said, a warning in her voice. She widened her eyes meaningfully in a now is not the time manner. “Max, don’t lash out at Sheriff Hackett. That…thing, whatever it was, would have dragged you away and eaten you if he hadn’t shot it. He saved your life.”

“Yeah, because he’s trying to fuck you,” Max said through clenched teeth, glaring at Travis.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Laura exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

Max reached through the bars and tried to grab Travis, but he stepped out of Max’s reach. “I'll fucking kill you if you touch her. Don't even think about breathing in her direction, do you hear me?”

Travis didn’t mean to do it.

It wasn’t the time.

It wasn’t the place.

He didn’t get to make that decision for Laura.

And he wouldn’t dream of saying anything to make this harder for her.

He wouldn’t say anything.

But he couldn’t help how he felt about Laura or the fact that a small, petty part of him was enjoying her being out here with him while Max was in there.

Travis had never been the man who got the girl, but right now he had the girl, in a fucked up kind of way, and it was so fucking delicious and unusual that triumph burned through him like a wildfire.

He looked right at Max.

And he smirked.

Just a little bit, but that smirk was filled with gloating. Filled with goading.

Full of I fucked your girlfriend and she loved it energy.

Then it was gone within a second. Within a fraction of a second.

But Max caught it.

He stared at Travis, more animal than human, nostrils flaring, golden eyes filled with rage.  

Max threw himself at the bars, screaming his head off, reaching through the bar and trying to rip his face off with his bare hands. “I’LL KILL YOU. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, ASSHOLE.”

Travis grabbed hold of Laura and pulled her back.

“What’s happened to his face? What’s wrong with his eyes?”

“It’s the curse,” Travis told her. “He’s been bit, and he’s about to change into a werewolf.”

Max suddenly bent double, moaning in pain. Then howling in pain.

He started to shake, and Laura clutched Travis’ arm in panic. “He’s about to change into a what?”

Max roared, and then he reared up, throwing his arms out.

Blood exploded everywhere.

Laura flung her arm across her face to protect herself, and when she lowered it, where her kind-of-boyfriend had been a moment ago stood a seven-foot tall figure partway between a human and a wolf.

Travis wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her back, as the thing’s—Max’s—talons swiped on empty air.

Laura stared open-mouthed at the creature. Then up at Travis. Then back at wolf-Max.  

“Come on," Travis said grimly. "He’ll be safe here until morning. We need to talk.”

“What the fuck? What the fucking fuck?” Laura was pacing up and down the main area of the police station while Travis sat atop one of the empty desks.

“Silas was the first werewolf in North Kill, and he bit my nephew Caleb—”

“It was a rhetorical question, Travis!” Laura had already heard his explanation. She snatched up the paper that he’d given her with the bizarre, ye olde poem about werewolves and read it again.

When full the moon above shines first

The beast inside shall outward burst

One by one, lead lambs to slaughter

It stalks your breath but shuns clear water

And should yourself be cursed

Armed with silver, end the first

When full moon is full before its wane

Rend the beast that cursed you slain

No longer shall you face your blight

Or fear the dread if the full moon's light

And if it's with a bite you're faced

Cleave limb from torso with great haste

Perchance you'll save your cursed soul

Before infection takes its toll.

Full moon. Silver. Slaughter. This was the stuff of ghost stories, not real life, and yet right this moment, she could hear Max howling and snarling from in the holding cells.

She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.

Which was probably why Travis had done it the way he had. She wouldn’t have let him lock Max up if he'd tried to explain it first. It was too goddamn unbelievable. 

Laura turned to Travis, despair in her heart. “Max is really going to be like this forever? Unless we shoot him with a silver bullet or kill the werewolf that bit him?”

Travis still had his arms folded and he looked tired beneath all the blood. “Yes and no. We can kill the werewolf that bit the werewolf that bit him and it will have the same effect.”

“Okay, but who actually bit him? I’m kind of in a hurry to cure Max of this curse. His family is going to freak out if he comes home from camp as a werewolf.”

Travis just stared at her, saying nothing. A strong emotion filled his brown eyes. An emotion like…

Pain?

He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry, Laura. You should be far away by now and this should never have happened.”

“Was it Silas?” Maybe Silas was another brother and that’s why Travis looked so heartbroken. 

He shook his head. “I think it was my niece or nephew. I could tell which one in the dark, but I shot one of them. They won’t remember, and they won’t die, but…” He trailed off into miserable silence.

“Wait, your family are werewolves?”

“Some of them. If I’d made it to camp before the sun set I could have got you all onto the island where it’s safe, but I got caught up.”

“With what?”

“Chris transformed in the goddamn living room. It took Dad, Bobby, and I an hour to get him securely locked up.”

“Chris Hackett is a werewolf?” she exclaimed. A niece and nephew, maybe. His mom? She was a bitch already. But Chris Hackett had just been Chris all summer. So normal.

Travis nodded. “We’re always careful. No hunting when there are campers, but tonight, all the campers and counsellors were meant to be long gone."

“How long have they been werewolves?”

“Six years.”

Six years.

Six years of dealing with creatures like the one Max had turned into. No wonder Travis always seemed so exhausted and on edge all the time.

No wonder he was—

She remembered his arms had silvery marks when she'd seen them in the sunshine. Tentatively, Laura stepped forward and reached for one of Travis’ sleeves, unbuttoning the cuffs and rolling the back.

“What are you—no, don’t.”

Travis tried to fend her off, but Laura wouldn’t be stopped. She pushed his sleeves back to his elbows and ran her fingers down the marks.

“Oh, Travis,” she whispered in dismay.

But Laura wasn’t done.

She reached for his narrow black tie and unknotted it, and undid the first three buttons on his shirt. There, among the hairs on his chest, mostly black with a few silver ones sprinkled in, were scars. Dozens and dozens of scars.

Laura met his gaze. “I didn’t notice these in the boathouse. It was too dark, and then in the morning we were…we got so caught up in…”

Each other.

“I was so hungry for you that I forgot you might see these,” he murmured. “It was so wonderful not to remember they were there.”

Laura was standing between his knees. She stroked him again, the silver scars and the muscles of his chest. He wasn’t ripped, he was just nicely built. Naturally strong and solid. “They’re kind of sexy, actually.”

“I guess it’s not the what that bothers me. It’s the why.”

The fact that his family did this to him, Laura guessed. What a sad thought. “How many times have you been hurt by one of these things?”

“They don’t know they’re doing it,” Travis said. “You saw Max. He couldn’t control himself. No one can in that state.”

Still trying to protect them, even though they were monsters.

“Okay,” she said, buttoning his shirt up again. “How do we fix this? How do we stop this?”

“I shoot the werewolf that bit Caleb.”

“Silas the Dog Boy?” Laura guessed, and Travis nodded. “Okay, let’s go get him. We know he’s somewhere around, right? We heard him when we were in your car last full moon."

Travis was doing up his cuffs. “We are not doing anything. You are staying here.”

Laura raised an eyebrow at him. “Excuse you. I’m coming with you. I’m part of this now whether you like it or not.”

Travis shook his head, taking her shoulders in his hands and pushing her back as he stood up. “You’re not going anywhere with god knows how many werewolves on the loose."

“How many are out there?”

“Definitely two. Caleb and Kaylee. Chris is chained in the attic. There’s a third roaming around if Silas is here this full moon, but there could be more by now.”

“Oh? Who else?”

“The counsellors.”

“Oh, shit,” Laura whispered, her eyes going wide. “If they’ve been bitten then they could all be transforming by now. Hunting each other.”

Two broken down cars could be causing a camp carnage. She felt worse than ever about draining the SUV battery. And Chris had just driven off and left them. 

“Exactly, which is why you need to stay here while I get anyone who isn’t bit onto the island, and then go hunt Silas.” Travis sighed. “It’s going to be a long goddamn night.”

“But I can—”

“Don't argue with me, Laura.”

He was scrubbing his hand over his face when she did it. He felt a tug on his gun belt, and his hand snatched at empty air.

When he looked up, Laura was pointing the gun right at him, a determined expression in her eyes. “You’re not going to leave me here like I’m some kind of damsel in distress, Travis.”

He gazed at the gun, and then at Laura, covered in blood with her chin held high. He’d never seen anyone look less like a damsel in distress in his life.

“Either we go together, or I’m leaving right now with this gun, and you can’t stop me. So, what’s it going to be?”

I’m so sorry Max!!! You’re a good person and I love you. But as someone commented a few chapters ago, we’re here for Travis/Laura and so…yeah sorry lol.

I feel so sorry for Nick in-game when he changes because he has no idea what’s happening to him or what to do with his sudden inexplicable rage and frustration. None of the other counsellors become such assholes when they turn, but all of them have some understanding of what’s happening to them. It doesn’t make them better people than Nick that they managed to somewhat keep it together. Only better informed.

Poor Max has no idea what’s happening to him here and why, and deep down he’s known something’s suss with Laura and Travis all summer. Hence major meltdown. He’s still a good person though as it’s not his fault.

One thing that makes me laugh my ass off is that Laura doesn’t get angry when she feels the turn coming. She gets super bratty and starts fucking with Ryan.

“Can you smell that? Never mind ;))))”

*lands on top of Ryan and smiles at him like he’s food* “I could go a big juicy burger.”

Ahh, I love her. Travis, you have your hands full with this girl. 🎵 Good luuuuck 🎵

CHAPTER TEN

#the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #travis x laura #fanfiction

[tumbleassbitch]

another lost soul (letting my instinct take control) | The Quarry | TravisxLaura

Characters: Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett, The Hackett family Summary: Max dies in the cellar. This changes everything. Chapter 13/? | Chapter 12 | Chapter 1

It’s a werewolf.

Just like Travis said, its mottled skin gleams with a wet sheen. Long, crooked teeth jut out from its maw like shards of glass. Shrouded in dark, its eyes only appear with tapetum lucidum, but her mind fills in the blanks with ease.

It’s hard to piece together the splintered nightmare that was her first night in North Kill, but those eyes have always stuck with her. So pale, so empty. 

The gaze was that of a creature completely bereft of life, and even now, her body itches with wrong, wrong, wrong—

It tilts its head with a quick jerk, almost as if to size them up. Before her brain can form a coherent thought, it drops from the roof with uncanny grace.

Those dead eyes, now lit up by the headlights, focus in on her. 

“I thought you said the blood repels it?!” she asks shakily. 

The werewolf takes one gnarled, clawed step towards her on all fours, and Travis blocks its path. 

“Get in the car,” he commands sharply.

Even while crouched, its head almost comes up to Travis’ shoulders. He can’t seriously think he’ll hold up against that thing mano a mano. It’s like the skeletal structure of the host was laid out on a taffy puller. The thing has to be seven, no, eight feet tall.

“Travis,” she hisses.

It takes another step, and Travis mirrors its movements, dropping her bag.

“Laura, move,” he says again, keeping his eyes trained on the beast. 

It leans into his space with a deep, open mouth sniff, and its pale eyes roll back into its shrink-wrapped skull. The sclera are as dark as rot. 

“Why the fuck are you waiting for?!” she shouts. “Shoot!”

“For the love of god, woman!” he yells, not sparing her a look. “Move your ass!”

The strange peace that held the werewolf in place snaps, and it brushes past Travis with ease. Instinct directs her steps backwards. Even he seems to flounder for a moment, eyeing the placid walk of the werewolf with wide eyes, before raising the gun.

The first shot rings out like a thunder clap. The monster lets out an unholy screech that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but its gaze does not flinch from her. It rises like a marionette, gathering itself up on two spindly legs. 

Her back hits the solid frame of the car. She reaches out blindly until her fingers latch onto the door handle, yanking it open and plunging to the floor of the backseat. Laura scrambles for the shotgun tucked neatly beneath the driver's seat, but it won’t budge.

“Shit,” she whispers under her breath. The fucking thing is stuck.

Another shot now cracks through the air, but she doesn’t have time to look as the werewolf screeches again. She tucks deeper into the car to get a firm grip on the shotgun, and It’s still not moving. Somewhere along their drive, it must’ve gotten knocked loose and is now wedged underneath the seat at an angle.

“Goddammit!” Travis yells. Another shot, another shriek. He’s unloading freely now.

She wiggles it desperately against the door and center console. Please. Inch by painful inch, the shotgun is finally freed and she rises at the ready, sliding the pump, only to freeze.

The glint of teeth looms in the car door. The werewolf’s head blocks out the light of the moon. Beneath the drying blood, its skin is mottled with pinpricks of darker spots. Like freckles.

It’s so close that they share the same breath. The scent of blood, of rust and something more pungent, is overwhelming. But beyond that—

It’s intoxicating. Shooting this creature feels wrong. 

She shouldn’t even be holding a shotgun. An image comes to mind, then. It’s how she imagines her mother would’ve looked in her final moments, doe eyed and tear-stained. 

I really need you to come home.

And then something insane happens: Travis launches himself onto its back. His pale, panic-stricken face looks almost cartoonish from under the werewolf’s arm.

“Go, Laura! Drive!”

The werewolf tosses him off like he weighs nothing more than a ragdoll, and his body hits the gravel with a heavy thud. Dimly, over the rush of blood through her ears, she can hear him grunt.

It feels like a bucket of ice is dropped on her. Sorry, mom.

Laura shoots. It’s a miracle that it was loaded. The werewolf staggers back in a burst of red spray, painting her and the interior of the car with blood.

“No!” Travis screams.

Laura slides the pump to shoot again, but there’s no need. With one last show of fury, the monster throws its head back in a guttural scream and bounds off, slipping into the night.

Gingerly, Laura crawls out of the car and peers around, taking in the scene. They haven’t been here for longer than a few minutes, and yet the ground is splattered with blood.

Travis breathes loudly from where he’s still sprawled on the ground, propped up on his elbows. She quickly crouches down beside him.

“Are you hurt?” Laura asks urgently. 

“It… wasn’t loaded with silver,” he breathes out with a far-off look.

She touches the back of his head to check for blood, careful not to press too hard, and Travis finally looks at her, then.

His expression borders on feral. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he shouts angrily, shoving her hands off of him. 

She backs off, raising her eyebrows. “Travis, you need to calm down.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” he replies nastily.

Any concern she held for him immediately shrivels up and dies. “I’m letting that slide because you probably caved your skull in,” Laura retorts with a scowl. “I just saved your life, you asshat!”

“You didn’t. You put both of us at risk by blindly shooting out of a car—”

She huffs a laugh. “After you waited till it was drooling in my face. What the fuck took you so long?!”

“I was assessing the situation,” Travis declares. As if he isn’t spewing literal bullshit.

She shakes her head, looking around the driveway to double-check that it isn’t covered with his brain matter. 

It’s not, which is a pity. It means he’s being a dumbass of his own volition.

“That’s a nice way to describe taking for fucking ever to pull the trigger,” she says heatedly, but then thinks better of it. He’s still lying on the gravel.

Stay calm. We need to get inside. 

“Look, just say it. You froze,” Laura says, relenting in her anger. “So did I! It wasn’t until it threw you that—”

“They’re still people, Laura!” There's a wild look in his eyes, something akin to fear. It makes her blood run cold.

He didn’t have to say it like that. Of course they’re still people.

Laura stands up. “I know that.” Her voice comes out faint.

Travis’ face turns pleading. “If it isn’t Silas, shooting has to be a last resort.” 

But isn’t Silas a person, too? a little voice whispers. She refuses to entertain that line of thought right now.

“That was our last resort,” Laura says. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t.”

She doesn’t shoot people. That’s not who she is.

“If it wanted to kill us, it could’ve done so in a heartbeat.” He looks off into the dark woods. “It must’ve been curious.”

“You said they wouldn’t come near us.”

“I said they wouldn’t hunt us,” Travis says quietly. 

He watches her with a cautious edge. Maybe it’s still the adrenaline from earlier. Maybe it’s something else.

“...It came right up to me," Laura insists. She hates the way her voice hitches at the end.

“I know,” he says, not unkindly. 

“Then stop looking at me like I’m a fucking murderer!” she snaps bitterly. The shotgun sits in her hand like an anchor. He raises his hands in surrender, but it only makes her angrier.

"God, you know what? I'm sick of this. Of all of this— this back and forth! I'm trying so hard, Travis, but it’s like nothing I do is ever worth the full story!”

He blanches, and something within her lights up viciously at this. “Working with you is like pulling nails out of a plank of wood. First it's locking me up without telling me anything, then it's locking me up when you're telling me things, and now it's the fucking werewolf blood!”

“I’m sorry,” Travis blurts. Gravel scrapes loudly beneath his shoes as he stands. He sounds as solemn and earnest as if delivering a eulogy. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Laura. I didn’t think about it, and I should’ve.” 

When he steps within arm’s reach, she doesn’t give into the urge to retreat. This side of Travis never fails to make her weak. Even in her fury, she can’t help but drink in these vulnerable moments like they’re ambrosia. 

“I’m sorry for all of it,” Travis avows. 

The full moon looms over them as a stark reminder for everything between them. Everything they stand to risk, should they fail. 

Laura swallows roughly. Any remaining spark she had left to fight burns out as quickly as it burst to life. 

She holds out the shotgun. “Take it. You’ll need it tonight.”

It’s the best and only peace offering that she knows how to give. Still, Travis receives it as if it’s something precious.

When she keeps her palm open, obnoxiously wiggling her fingers, the sincerity of his face morphs into bafflement. The moment it clicks, he graces her with a long-suffering sigh, reaching into his pocket.

“The guest bedroom is on the second floor, first door on the left. If you need more pillows, there are some in the closet.”

She plucks the house key from his hand. Compared to the chill of the night, the metal holds a trace of warmth. It’s all from him.

“I’ll find it,” she says, swiping her bag from the gravel and moving onwards to the dark steps. “Don’t die tonight.”

Laura unlocks the door before he has a chance to say anything in turn. The house is dark, but she opts for her phone rather than fumble for the light switch. 

She glides through the main floor like a ship in a cove, passing silhouettes of furniture and the faceless photos that will undoubtedly go under inspection at a later time. Not tonight.

Just as he said, the guest room is clean and relatively impersonal, and Laura doesn’t bother turning on the light before dropping her bag on the floor and making her way over to the grand window overlooking the road beyond. 

It’s to keep an eye out for any stray shadows lurking outside, of course. And if her eyes track the set of headlights that vanish between the trees, well. 

That’s just for her to know.

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July 24th, 2022

“You sure you’re alright, boy?”

Jedediah Hackett is the spitting image of his father before him: piercing blue eyes, a strong square jaw. Hackett traits. 

Travis inherited neither.

“Yes, Pa. You know how it is. There ain’t nothing to be worried about.”

His father’s glower fills him with boyish dread, but graciously, he lets the question lie. “Come by sometime soon. Your ma’s likely been itching a storm to speak with you ‘bout yesterday.”

The last thing he wants to do is drop by the family home and get a tongue lashing in person, especially after yesterday’s phone call, but if he waits too long, she’s bound to blow her lid.

Constance Grady Hackett has the incessant need to be involved in every person’s life. It’s to the degree that if she doesn’t know what you ate that morning, you were likely sucking in the giggle smoke with the loose part of town and didn’t want word to get around.

His best chance at having this blow over is to come by tomorrow, at the very latest. It gives himself a chance to freshen up, and hopefully, the worst of her mood will have left by then. Ma is fickle like that— peace and wrath come in like waves, but his first duty in life was to know how to outlast them. This latest fit is no different.

Travis nods brusquely. “Course.”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout the boy, we’ll be giving Caleb a talking to. Lord knows when that rat drags himself back home, he’s in for a world of trouble.”

Jedediah takes his leave without another word. Despite being in his eighties, the man still walks with his back straight and chin held high, and some of the pressure in Travis’ chest releases now that those faded eyes aren’t leering at him. 

Bobby waves from beside their dad’s ancient Jeep, and Travis returns it mutedly. It’s a miracle that neither of them noticed the spatter of werewolf blood on the cruiser. 

Just like their father, his brother barely spoke a word to him all night. Aside from lamenting that Caleb snuck out for the second time in a year, the entire hunt was stalked by loaded glances and smothered silence.

Travis couldn’t acknowledge it. Doubling down on a lie without being asked would just raise more suspicion, and casual conversation was off the table, so silence it was. After the past few days he’s had, the dead air felt unnatural. It still does.

Travis disappears inside the precinct and makes the slog over to the janitor’s closet, plucking out a dry cloth and bucket. It’s time to clean up his nephew’s mess. 

The bucket is unceremoniously emptied on blood splatter, and some of it spills over his hands. It’s freezing to the touch, but he feels the cold as if he’s only reading about it, like he’s not really there. Somewhere along the past several hours, he’s stopped feeling much of anything.

Seventy-two full moons. It’s been seventy-two full moons of skulking in the dark with a pocket full of shotgun shells, and last night was the one that almost ruined everything.

He promised to keep her safe.

They’ve never been tracked under the cover of blood. Ever. And last night, Caleb acted like he barely noticed anything other than the flash of gold hair. It's like the werewolf was hypnotized by her.

And the worst part, the part that Travis will take to his very grave, is that this was the second time he’s seen that reaction.

When Laura Kearney burst into his life under a shower of blood, Travis didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. There wasn’t time to wonder why the thing that became his brother hadn’t eviscerated her before he made it down the stairs. 

It’s not like his family hasn’t claimed more than one meal in a night: Caleb and the two hikers from Albany, Kaylee and that family of three from Saratoga Springs.

No, he figured it was by sheer luck, and the fact that her boyfriend had just been made a meal, that the poor girl was still in one piece. And like a fool, it hasn’t crossed his mind since. 

Not until last night.

“Fuck it all to hell,” Travis mumbles, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn fleck.

When he carried her small frame back up those cellar steps, it was with an oath that his family’s carnage would end there. The idea had always been that she'd be kept safe and squared away at the station. It was never meant to come to this, face to face with goddamn Caleb of all monsters.

But this turn of events had always been inevitable, hadn’t it? That's always been the story for Travis Hackett. With a woman like her, it was bound to get bathed with blood yet again. 

That’s just who Laura is. She’s voracious. There’s a hunger in those eyes that no amount of pretty smiles or hair twirling can soften. 

He’s seen it before in the eyes of his family moments before they turn. It’s the appetite of a predator on the verge of peeling back skin, sharpening her claws to poke and prod at the gore that lies beneath. 

It’s in those moments that he’s reminded of who she is. After all, she’s attached to one of the worst household names in upstate New York: Scott Brandt.

The disgraced army sniper who played target practice with civilians for years before he was discovered. A deranged psychopath who viewed human life as nothing more than points to score in his cruel game. 

And somehow, his only daughter made her way over to North Kill.

Nothing goes past her. And if she finds out he lied about the blood, then it’s only a matter of time—

Travis wrings out the rag, sprinkling the ground with tainted water. She'll never know. 

She doesn't need to. The truth would do nothing but destroy the fragile chance they have at ending his family’s purgatory, and it’s not like it’s far from the truth. It was Silas who started all of this. 

Why should it matter which werewolf took her boyfriend’s life when it all stems from one person? And in any case, why should the hunt matter if they can finally end this without any more blood on their hands?

He dumps the rest of the bucket and stuffs it with the rag in the trunk to wash later at home. Travis slump into the driver’s seat. He’s going to drive back to the cabin, crawl into bed with a bottle of bourbon, and block out the world until it comes knocking on his door. 

Except, his fingers refuse to turn the key. He can’t. 

He can’t tell her the truth. It’s too late. And, he can’t help but think, it would hurt her. She’s already been put through enough. She’s good people, and the last thing he wants to do is add onto the pile of shit any more than he already has.

Where’d you learn to shoot?

It doesn’t matter.

Travis turns the ignition on. Nothing good is coming from just sitting here like a fuckwit. He needs to get back home and do something. 

That’s the problem, isn’t it? If he’d just done more, used his brain for things other than cover-ups, then maybe none of this would be an issue and Kearney never would’ve been tied into this mess.

Hell, they just found proof of a cure carved in stone, right there, under his nose for years. All this time, they’ve been searching for a wisp of air when the answer to their problems was in his old college town of all places. 

He’s a fucking moron. Hopeless.

You deserve better.

“Stop,” Travis commands in the empty space. The faintest trace of her body wash lingers in the air. 

He blasts the radio while he drives, switching the channel from classic rock to something that's more neutral ground. It’s still early by the general public standards when he gets home, barely six o’clock, which means Laura is likely still asleep.

Exhaustedly, he sprays down the driveway till the leftover blood from last night’s shootout is long washed away. Travis digs out the spare key from the patch of dirt that used to double as a garden, back when he had the time and will to maintain it, and braces for whatever lies on the other side of the door.

The house is quiet. He crosses the threshold, careful to avoid the creaky floorboard in the entrance, and tries to imagine what someone else might see at first glance.

It’s not dirty, though perhaps it could be better. The dust-coated beer steins on the cabinets haven’t been cleaned since their inaugural placement. The faded checkered towels hanging in the kitchen have outlasted two washing machines.

Definitely outdated, he muses, eyeing the dark couch and loveseat. At least those match, having been bought as part of a larger set back in the day. Amelia helped him pick them out.

All of this has Amelia’s touch. The entire downstairs, which she insisted needed to look welcoming for all of the guests he’d never have, is a time capsule back to when his sister-in-law still walked this earth.

What would Amelia say if she knew what happened to her kids? 

Travis physically pulls himself out of that train of thought by dragging himself up the stairs, mindlessly going through the steps of his post-full moon routine. It isn’t until he’s brushing his wet hair back with one hand, the other poised to open the bedroom door, that it fully hits him.

There’s a woman sleeping in his house.

Not a woman, but Laura, he automatically corrects. Honing in on the fact that she’s a woman implies something else, which is fucking asinine. The most important part of that sentence is that she’s Laura. 

Besides, the fact that she’s sleeping two doors down is not nearly as substantial as sharing a room together. Which they did, twice. Not to mention that he’s seen her—

“Shit,” he hisses, rubbing his shoulder after slamming it against the door frame. The sooner he gets in bed, the quicker he can shut off his brain.

Though, can he fall asleep right away? While he just pulled an all-nighter, it’s not like Kearney suffered the same fate. With her track record, she’ll be slipping her grubby fingers into every nook and cranny of his home the moment he passes out.

Travis looks forlornly at his bed. And yet, the thought of someone as stubborn and obnoxious as her having free reign of his personal space is mildly terrifying. 

She’s likely already snooped, knowing her. But if he stays up, he can ideally prolong anything further until they can get this sorted out. The precinct is still an option; the better option, really. 

He’s under no illusion about its habitability, but with a little bit of time, he could find some things to make the space more comfortable. Like he should’ve done in the beginning.

He hangs his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Great. If he’s going to stay up, then he might as well spend it making his life more bearable.

Travis ditches his bathrobe for a loose pair of jeans and practical button-up, making his way to the kitchen. The search in his cabinets is ridiculously high effort, but under the ancient stack of cookie cutters and a waffle iron, he finds it.

For the first time in years, it’s time to break out the casserole dish.

Honestly, he deserves some actual food after the shitshow that last night was, and besides; it’s going to be at least an hour till Kearney wakes up, following their typical routine.

The eggs are from the family down the road, and the block of cheddar in the dairy drawer is probably not too old. Now, is it two cups of flour, or pieces of old bread for the base…?

Years ago, before he ever left for college, Ma used to make this for Christmas morning. She’d use the red glazed dish that was reserved for special events, and let it settle in the fridge overnight. 

But when he got his college acceptance letter, she made it for Saturday breakfast to celebrate and he can still taste the comforting spice of the sausage and cheeses mixed with the egg. 

It was sheer bliss. That’s what he wants to eat today, and by god, he’ll figure it out.

Travis whips together the foundational pieces as much as he can, and though it won’t have time to sit like it’s supposed to, it’s bound to taste good enough. Satisfied, he grabs the morning paper and settles in.

It’s when he’s in the middle of pouring his second cup of coffee, splash of bourbon purely optional, when a car door slams outside.

For a brief, selfish moment, he considers ignoring it to hoard this moment for himself. But a look around the room of faded decor, of memories and plans left behind, leaves no choice. It’s not the reminder he wants, but it’s the reminder he needs. 

Travis opens the door to a mildly stunned Kaylee. Her fist is raised in a frozen knock, and sheepishly, she tucks it in her sweatshirt.

The night after a transformation is akin to a hangover, apparently, and she looks like she just got back from a night on the Vegas strip. The redness around her eyes and nose suggest there’s a bit more to that than magical bullshit, however.

“I didn’t really think you’d be awake,” she says meekly. 

Travis rolls his eyes. “What are you doing here?” 

It comes out sharper than he intended, judging by her wince. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call you back.”

“It’s fine, Kay,” he says meaningfully, though that’s not the reason she came. He knows where this is going.

Kaylee fidgets on his porch. “Um, I came here because… I need to talk to you about something.”

Typically, this is where he’d offer for her to come inside. But with a certain blonde on the premises, he can only nod in what’s hopefully an encouraging gesture.

“So, with camp ending and the new round not starting ‘till tomorrow, Caleb stayed outta the cage last night,” she says quickly. 

“Really,” he deadpans.

“I know he shouldn’t have done it and I told him as much, but you know how he is! I swear I didn’t know till I was already shut in.” 

Her eyes begin to water. “He’s been wanting a night to roam for months now, despite all of our mess. But when he got back to the house this morning, he said it felt like— like he’d been shot.”

Kaylee gasps out a sob, and out of reflex, he reaches out. She doesn’t seem to notice through her panic.

“I’m really freaked out, T! What if he got someone else last night? Or what if it was a hunter? Maybe someone finally figured it out, and they’re after us and everything is ruined, and it’s my fault because I destroyed our lives—!”

Travis pulls her in and she crumples against his chest, sobbing silently. He wraps an arm around her shaking shoulders, gently holding her there, and thinks.

After the worst of her shaking subsides, he quietly murmurs over her head, “Does anyone else know?”

Kaylee rocks her head back and forth against his chest. “No. I didn’t even tell him I was coming to you. I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t blame you,” for this, “but let’s keep it between us. Hell, there might’ve been nothing. All of you have been telling me for years now how hard the transformation is.”

“It’s ain’t nice, but I didn’t wake up feeling like I was shot,” her muffled voice sounds unconvinced.

“Maybe a night out had its own negative effects,” he offers easily. “Maybe he took a fall somewhere in the night and is still feeling the aftereffects.”

She pulls back, and he allows her a moment to compose herself. “Look, Kaylee. There’s no use in telling the others.”

“But what about the state ecological services?” she asks miserably. “Isn’t Jess looking for signs of bears?”

“I’ll look into it and keep you updated with what I find, but if you go off and tell your dad, we’ll have a witch hunt on our hands.”

Given the resigned look in her eyes, Kaylee understands all too well. Chris will panic, sending everyone into a frenzy, and Travis will be sentenced to wandering this hellscape until he finds some unlucky bastard in camo who only wanted a new set of antlers.

No one wins.

But if they play their cards right, this too will blow over and he and Kearney can get back to finding his family’s redemption.

“Okay,” his niece says finally, but any uncertainty in her voice is overshadowed by the pure faith in her eyes.

Kaylee trusts him to do the right thing. Maybe she doesn’t know the full truth, but if she did, she’d know that their family has never been in better hands.

And Travis’ faith rests in those hands, too.

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The last time Laura’s seen this brand of shampoo, it was in her mom’s closet a good decade ago, at least.

Travis’ guest bathroom is coated in a light layer of dust and curiously outdated bath supplies, which is perhaps the only thing she could’ve guessed right. It’s a comfort. She’s not sure what she’d do if it turned out Travis had a thriving social life.

The hot water is grounding, and Laura soaks up the comforting sensation as much as she can to ignore the fact that she’s floundering. The situation didn’t quite hit her in lieu of fending off an actual werewolf, but faced with the aftermath this morning, it feels like she’s been hit by a train.

Travis Hackett’s house is nice.

Sure, it’s outdated, but it’s larger than what she grew up with in terms of sheer space. Her childhood bedroom was half the size of this barely-furnished guest room, and judging by the space of kitchen and living room downstairs, the master bedroom has to be pretty sizable.

There’s an obvious rustic choice in decor, though something tells her it’s not so much intentional as it is the age of things. Still, all of it meshes together to create an atmosphere that’s warm and endearing.

Which brings last night into such a dire contrast. Who was that werewolf, and why weren’t they locked up? If the Hacketts host the few that they know are bitten, then could this be proof that Silas has been near the area recently?

It could’ve happened last month, she muses while drying off. Realistically, they might not have even known they were infected till last night, which means they’re probably waking up feeling like they had the worst blackout.

If those shotgun shells had been full of silver, they’d be dead. Their last moments would’ve been spent in confusion and agony.

She’s not sure how she feels about that. What she should feel, more like. Travis’ scream plays through her mind on repeat, and he can still clearly see the look on his face. Shock, uncertainty. Fear.

She can almost feel dread take root in her stomach. Laura swore that no one would ever look at her that way, that she’d never give them a reason to. But obviously, things have changed.

It’s not as big of a deal as either of them are making it. What was she supposed to do, let them be eaten? Firing a gun, a shotgun, was honestly their only option and though it won’t be her first choice, she’d absolutely do it again if it came down to it.

Especially with Silas.

The faint sound of a kitchen timer rings up the stairs, and Laura pauses, listening for footsteps. There’s no movement, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. She slips on her sleep shirt to sneak back to the guest bedroom, but there it is again. Beep beep.

Alarm spikes in the back of her brain. What if it isn’t a kitchen timer? What if Travis was somehow injured during the hunt and he’s trying to get her attention?

With a fucking stove timer? the rational part of her mind pushes back, but it’s too late. Laura creeps down the stairs, halfway expecting to find his bloodied handprints on the wooden railing like a scene from a horror movie, but there’s nothing out of the ordinary.

In fact, there appears to be no one. 

The timer rings again, and she quickly patters over to the kitchen with bare feet and shuts it off. Travis… baked something?

Cracking the oven door open releases a diving plume of cheese and meat; it’s the kind of breakfast that leaves regret in its wake, but is still totally worth it. Laura gives the kitchen a once-over for something to pull the dish out, feeling more than ever like a fish on the highway, till she finally just uses the old hand towels and turns the oven off. 

Breakfast is served, but where’s the cook?

A full mug of coffee is out on the counter, still steaming. She takes a hesitant whiff of it and yup, that’s his. Bourbon always seems to be close at hand for him.

She cautiously walks into the living room and takes it all in— the checkered blanket folded neatly in a basket by the modest TV, a stack of expired sports magazines on the ottoman, a wooden bear figurine on the mantle. 

A small framed photo on the side table catches her eye. It’s Travis, a good twenty years younger, with a few faces she doesn’t recognize. The man standing beside him has to be one of his brothers. Chris, she assumes, given the heavily-pregnant woman on his arm and the little boy beside their legs.

If Kaylee’s mom died during her childbirth, then this must be one of the last happy photos of them all together. The photo next to it is smaller, wrapped in a gaudy gold frame like it's meant to make up for it. This one looks more like an oil painting of an old, angry man; actually, it is. 

Okay, weird, she thinks, but a muted pair of voices outside beckons her over to the door. She’s not tall enough to see through the upper glazing, but if she gets on the stairwell… 

Laura’s halfway up the stairs, peering over the banister, when the front door swings open without ceremony. 

Kaylee, of all the people to be on the other side of the door, is in the middle of walking away when she does a double-take.

"Take it easy," Travis says over his shoulder, then turns and immediately locks onto Laura.

Two sets of wide eyes peer up at her. For a moment, no one speaks. She manages to squeak out a shocked, “Uh,” before Travis slips through the crack and slams the door behind him.

Kaylee's muffled shriek of, "Oh my god!" floats between them like the sad lone feather of a plucked chicken.

"Where the fuck are your pants?!" he furiously whispers with an accusatory point.

“When the fuck were you going to tell me Kaylee was here?” she hisses back. 

They both ignore the frantic knocking at the door. 

“You were—!” Travis looks like he’s about to have an aneurism. “Go. Go upstairs and get dressed, would you please.” 

Laura tugs on the hem, despite her sleep shirt being far longer than some of her dresses. As if he’s just now hearing himself, he quickly turns his back as she scampers up the stairs, shoving her back against the bedroom door when it shuts.

Shitshitshit— Laura covers her face, trying to process what just happened. Kaylee’s here. She’s here and she definitely saw her in Travis’ house. In the morning.

Like the morning after, she thinks hysterically, except this is the I Shot a Paranormal Creature-kind of morning after.

What are they going to do?

Numbly, Laura slips on a pair of pants and bra and makes her way downstairs, feeling all too much like she’s doing the walk of shame. She’s barely left the last step when Kaylee engulfs her in a hug. The touch practically makes her melt, and it ends sooner than she’d like for it to.

“Hi!” The heady flush of Kaylee’s skin makes her eyes seem lighter. “Sorry, just, it’s been a while and things felt kinda weird. If I'd known about you guys…”

Laura’s eyes dart over to where Travis has taken camp near the fireplace, idly massaging his temples. His brows raise as if to say, This is on you.

“We’re sorry for keeping it a secret,” Laura says stiltedly, still not quite believing the route this is going. “Uh, but I’m glad you stopped by. I missed having you around.”

“Apparently not too much,” Kaylee says with a snort. 

Travis lets out a soft grunt in disapproval, looking away. “Listen, would you—?”

“Keep it a secret, yeah. I wouldn’t dream of it,” she says, donning an impish grin. “If I told anyone, they’d never leave me alone. It definitely explains why you wanted to keep Jess all to yourself.”

"Kaylee," Travis protests weakly.

"You could've told me,” Kaylee insists. "’Sides, I think it's really sweet! I think my eighth grade science teacher was married to a guy who was a decade younger than her."

"Thank you… for your support," Laura says lamely, but she can't help feeling like everything's going to be fine. God, she didn't realize how much she missed Kaylee, but now that the other girl is nearby, the embarrassment of the whole situation starts to fade.

Honestly, this is probably for the best.

Travis seems to clue in on her relatively satisfied demeanor, because he shoots her a particularly ugly look.

"I’ll see you tomorrow at the precinct,” he says to Kaylee.

“Totally,” she says with a cheeky smile. “And I get that this is your way of kicking me out, now, so I’m going to go home before dad puts me to work in getting camp ready for the next batch of campers and—”

“Kaylee,” Travis practically begs.

Kaylee raises her hands in surrender, amusement playing on her face. “I’m going, I’m going!” She practically skips to the door, blurting out, “Have fun!” before leaving.

It’s like the aftermath of a hurricane. 

Travis sighs, looking around the room with an unreadable expression before wearily stepping into the kitchen. Wordlessly, he studies the breakfast casserole before sticking a fork in it.

“Breakfast is served,” he announces lacklusterly.

She joins him at the counter as he produces a half-full bottle of bourbon and pours a shot in his mug. For a moment, he considers her.

“Coffee?” He raises the bottle.

“Definitely,” she says.

#another lost soul #the quarry fanfiction #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #hackearney #travis hackett x laura kearney #my writing #kaylee hackett

[t4tdanvis]

AND HERE I AM AGAIN. I ALWAYS COME BACK! Okay so I may be reaching here but-

So before we start this TW for mentions of  Garte and of emotional child abuse and child expirementation and possession and slight Ivy neg? okay now we have that cleared let’s go-

Okay so on the topic of mystreet and dairies Garroth, let’s talk about The depersonalisation or dehumanisation of Garroth. I am not sure if that’s the right term, depersonalisation is about lack of own identity, dehumanisation is stripping someone away from their positive human traits. But I don’t mean either of that, I mean just treating someone as not human?  Garroth is often either extremely over idealised in pdh or seen as a moron in mystreet.

First off his father over glorified him, him being the golden child and all. Being the golden child actually sucks. You have all the pressures, and the feeling of being a fraud as he was praised for stuff he didn’t do. We see Garte canonically praising him for stuff he hasn’t done. And this causes feelings of being a fraud and a fear of being exposed.

Then we have all his fangirls in highschool, obsessing over him and over glorifying him yet again. He isn’t recognised for him as a whole with his flaws, he isn’t recognised as just a human. And on top of that, I noticed a trend of the better people know Garroth the more distant more people seem to get from him. This probably increases the feelings of being a fraud. 

He is the comedic relief now, to the point some fans don’t recognise him of having any serious sad feelings at all because he is the comedic relief. Now everyone just sees Garroth as an idiot, too dumb to be seen as a person.

And you have the fact he was experimented on, a very dehumanising experience probably. They also refer to them in code names[those being numbers]  making it more dehumanising, in a scene in starlight you see a photo of Garroth as a toddler with 01 under it, katelyn being 02 and Travis 03. This hints he was the first to get experimented on.  that's irrelevant really but I just wanted to mention it because it makes Garte look even worse.

Not to mention his possession being one of the most depersonalising and dehumanising ones of all. As unlike all the others, he doesn’t say anything except a few words during it and doesn’t show off much if any emotion at all. The screen also goes over to Garroth when Michael says “And your little toys are mine” basically referring to Garroth as a toy. Garroth during the possession is also almost like a robot, or a puppet, he attacks Nana being in the way but doesn’t continue because he directly switches targets when ordered to. Seeing yourself act like that and someone in your friend’s body boss you around like that is sure to mess you up you know. And then you have him becoming a werewolf, making him “less human” too.

Despite being basic he isn't really like his peers in a way. Oh also his basicness in itself is also kinda depersonalising, ‘Golden children’ often end up having to perform to please their parent. Due to this act to keep their status they often lack individuality and creativity. Perfectly in line with Garroth’s basicness and lack of an interesting taste and so forth. A lack of an personal identity. this is soo interesting with it being implies Elizabeth made the Ro'meave's forget about Garte in the mystreet season 6 finale. That's an identity crisis waiting to happened.

He also turns his own feelings into jokes in a way. Making his fear of Ivy and her blackmailing him to be with her in pdh season 2 aswell as constantly making him uncomfortable and just making it all about her getting his name wrong. As if he doesn't recognise his own feelings so he searches for a superficial reason to explain the feelings he is feeling. And how he after that forces himself to get over it without a real apology for it from Ivy, I think? I only remember her apologising to Aphmau and explaining her lisp to Garroth. And we have in the good cop bad cop sidestory thing where in a conversation it was revealed his bad cop joke was actually backed up by him actually distrusting Gene. But after a conversation with Laurance he gets Gene a house a few episodes later. He undervalues his own feelings in a way. Like how Garte undervalues Garroth's reluctance to inheret the company and still makes him do so.

AUGHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU ANON i am furiously writing this all down to use in my rewrite i love this so so much

#❄.txt #ask box #like DAMN u put so much thought into this holy SHIT #this is so so amazing #i love this so much i am EATING it

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 53

What the ... Sam is OUT OF THE STUDIO ... why is it suddenly gone all Spinal Tap? This is a strange skit ... but chaotic fun too ... XD

Xandis! Yay! Cool D&D movie plug ... and WHY os he going all FRENCH all of s sudden, Matt? Travis (cry laughing): "Wha ... he's evolving!"

Oh my ... Laura, your voice is sounding SO MUCH BETTER!!! :3 I'm so happy for you ... and yes, that IS so cool ... whoa, AABRIA IS LAYING CLAIM TO IT!!! XD D'awwww ...

Okay, so are we FINALLY gonna get to know what's happening with the others? Please, they have no healers, it's not safe for them right now ... HELP THEM!!!

What? NOOOOOOO!!! I mean SURE, I'm loving Aabria and Christian, but STILL ... come on guys, we can't just LEAVE the others like this! Orym must be going NUTS right now ... and LAUDNA!!! Not fair!

Chetney doing a feral murder hobo walk of shame ... yeah, FRIDA ... yeah, the shame is heavy and we feel for our boy right now ...

And there we go. Now he's thinking between his legs and it's all fine again. XD

Hmmmmm ... this is the question, is she REALLY all right with this or is she just humouring him?

Ah yes, Chetney's kinky thing again ...

Chetney's in a permanent condition of "half fucked up and half fuckable" ... yeah ...

It's the Solstice, it's fucked EVERYTHING up ...

FRIDA actually ENJOYED that? That is WEIRD ... Chetney: "You SHOT ME?!!!" FRIDA: "A few times, but I missed you more than I hit you."

Matt is STILL VEHEMENTLY AGAINST the tongue thing, Sam! XD

Okay, so we have A PLAN!!! Excellent. Let's get to it, there!

Fearne you unapologetic chaos gremlin, don't toy with our boy like that! XD

Deanna: "Do you think we BANGED IT OUT while you were asleep?" LOL

Come on, is there really ANY chance that FRIDA would actually become a robo-werewolf? Seriously? Meanwhile OH MY GODS these two are so adorable, FRIDA thinks this is fun and Deanna's having a mental HEART ATTACK ...

Smooth journey, at least. I thought 11 was supposed to be a less than stellar roll ...

Fearne going totally googoo about the goats ... :3 I love how it almost gets her shot as well XD ... good thing she's do strange, it's a good distraction.

Oh, here we go, these guys look a bit ... problematic ...

Under the jacket? Oh ... wow, that is actually REALLY COOL ... AAAAAAND he's asleep. XD

Oh wow ... Uthodurn is GORGEOUS ...

The Volition Disc ...

Knitting ... cool.

Okay ... clearly SOMETHING is off. Is this anything to do with the Solstice? Yeah, if in doubt just cast a Light spell. :3

"The Temples"? Hmmm ... that's ominous ...

Matt: "There's too much stuff in my brain! Sometimes it just leaks out!"

Good reminder, Chetney is EXHAUSTED, he NEEDS TO roll with disadvantage right now ... good roll anyway, though.

Ah yes ... that's true, Deanna and FRIDA don't really know about the baggage ... oh yes, and there we go, Imogen's breaking. I was expecting that at some point ... yeah ... Fearne hugs are good, yeah. I'm sure Laudna's fine ...

Wow ... Sam is REALLY walking a fine line with THAT flask ... XD

Titanic style gates ... and HERE WE GO, the Deliberation Disc ...

The varying scents of fear, according to Chetney Pock O'Pea ...

Oh ... the way is BARRED?!!! Hmmmmm ... yeah, this seems like a major thing ...

Ah, Chetney backstory! Yeah! Nice ... ooh, metal toys, not a good thing. I can see why it's a trigger for our gnome. Hmmm ...

The Vellum Steeple ... okay then ... and it's OPEN!!! Thank the gods ...

Shit. Once again something is OFF ... not a good sign.

Oh, this guy is clearly a bit much ... or maybe he's just overwhelmed, it certainly sounds like it.

Matt: "One of you make a deception check." Fearne: "I AM a professor!" XD

Ah yes, here we go, sneaky Chetney. Meanwhile 200 gold to Deanna! Awww ...

Chetney: "Can you hear my thoughts?" Imogen: "Yes." Chetney: "Balls. Wang."

The flask gets WORSE! Aabria is amused, in sn exasperated way. Matt: "Welcome to my world."

Dope ass Elven pompadour ... aaaaaah, Tilda Swinton, good choice!

Wow ... that revelation is NOT impossible for her to swallow? Damn ...

Oh, so it's not JUST the god-based stuff ... it sounds like this is BIG ...

Ressia? Yes, that's good, because the rest is a MOUTHFUL.

"Applebee's Solstice?"

Okay, here we go, the big rundown. Yup ...

Oh yeah, the Keyleth and Vax development, yeah ... that was SO BAD ...

FCG: "Can you nake magic work again?" Coin flip. Oh my gods ... "Nope."

Ancient bindng enchantments are now failing ... oh, now THAT is a MAJOR problem, isn't it?

Oh boy ... so what is THAT about out there?

Meanwhile invisible Chetney's just eating Skittles ... XD

Ah ... "fear reading" ... yeah ...

More sneaky Chetney ... yeah, he just can't help himself ...

Funky little vial ... headache medicine? Yeah, sounds about right.

Chetney (to Imogen): "The delay on your mind shit is WEIRD."

XD Chet being a scary ghost troll on Ressia ...

Is the rumble coming from BELOW? Southward ... hmmm ...

Cinnamon raisin bagels from FCG's magic oven ... crazy ... XD

FRIDA's arcane core? Hmmm ... sounds potentially useful, but also potentially DANGEROUS ...

They've SEALED the gates to the Grand Disc? Oh, that can't be good ...

Oh ... so they're EVACUATING the Disc? Okay ... so this is actually REALLY BAD ...

FRIDA takes up a snipers roost ... cool ...

Okay, this is getting crazy ...

A warning shot? REALLY?!!! Whooo ... but it clearly WORKS ...

Wow ... THAT is a bold bluff indeed ... FAST FRIENDS?!!! SERIOUSLY?!!! I can't believe that actually works ...

AAAAAAND now they're all going inside ...

FRIDA has WINGS?!!! Holy shit!

Oof ... this is gonna be a SQUEEZE ... and now they're just HANGING there ... oof ... oh, that was a BAD ROLL ... crap ... and that must HURT.

Oh wow ... saved by a bluff ... okay ... of course now FRIDA's clearly stuck OUTSIDE ...

Oh, this could work ... just let the robot through! OH FUCK, now Imogen's getting pulled OUT!!! CHARGE, FRIDA!!!

That was INSANELY hairy, I can't believe it actually WORKED ...

So ... this is NOT good place to be right now ...

Wow ... so there's like something REALLY nasty in here then?

Ouch ... poor kid ... CAN THEY help her?

A STATUE did this? Ooooh ... whoa, it's still here? Scary ...

The Great Beasts? None of that sounds ar all good right now ... oh boy, does that actually suggest there might be MORE THAN ONE of these things in here?

Time for a break ... okay ...

D&D Movie trailer getting me in the mood fir Saturday night ... I can't wait!

Matt: "And we're back!" Sam belches ... oh, you can just FEEL the DM's disapproval ... XD

"The power of friendship"? REALLY?!!! Oh, AND the element of surprise? Oh, well then it might work, then ...

Pass Without A Trace? Good ... FRIDA rolls a 36 on stealth? Holy fuck ...

Ah, Hamilton ... melting into George Michael ... hmmm ...

Oh shit ... is this thing like some kind of gigantic stone bull? Is that it?

Oh my fucking gods, that is so cool ... the Citadel is HANGING DOWN from the CEILING if the cavern! Awesome!

So there are still people here ... great ...

Yup, I was right. GIANT FUCKING BULL. Yikes. And it's strangely ethereal? It gets worse ...

And it's looking at them ... crap ...

Aren't they all talking awful loud for folk who are trying to be stealthy right now?

They're gonna try and READ about what this thing is ... yeah, that's gonna work.

And now it's back in the Citadel. Okay ... time to evacuate the survivors ... and they're all some very selfish bastards ain't they? Typical. And now they're all being noisy too ... oof ...

Guardian of Faith? Cool ... cute little mini Dawnfather avatar. Awwwwww ...

Into the Citadel, then ... and it's a fucking maze in here. With a bull monster ... huh, Labyrinth, cute ...

Throne room, okay ... and there it is.

Imogen tries to sense its thoughts ... hmmm ... it is WEIRD, purely emotional ... so this thing is just CONFUSED, it sounds like. Interesting.

Is there a plaque? Oh my god THERE IS ONE!!! But it's in elvish ... CRAP.

Fearne is seriously suggesting Imogen try PETTING IT. Right ...

Oh ... that was INCREDIBLY bad timing ...

Gloomscale Breastplate? Sweet.

Trying to creep in ... with really crap stealth rolls ... bugger ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Oooh ... another sweet Battlemap! And ZEE BOOL is there! It's all sleak and shiny! And BIG!!!

Shit, the Bull goes FIRST?!!! Crap ... and it just charges STRAIGHT into Fearne ...

That protective thing would have been SO COOL, such a shame the rules are MEAN right now ...

Oh fuck that is A LOT OF DICE ... 42 points of damage? OH GODS ... AND she goes flying back 20 feet! Ouch!

Deanna manages to deflect the back-kick but she's STILL driven onto her back ... oof ...

Dominate Beast? Go Fearne! Please nake this work ... Holy shit, Matt rolled an 8? It counts as a CELESTIAL?!!! Ooooooh ... Holy fuck, it WORKS!!!! They have one minute where it's just docile ... cool ... time to do ... SOMETHING ...

Fearne starts PETTING the bloody thing. Crazy.

FRIDA finds its heart and sets up for a killshot fir the moment it's NOT charmed ...ruthless!

FCG casts Tongues ... okay ... here we go ...

Ah yes ... send it to Wall Street ... XD cute ...

I love that Fearne gets an advantage on Animal Handling because she's Fearne ... LOL

It speaks! Sort of ... it really is just lost and confused and doesn't know WHY it's here ... wild ...

Yup, it's definitely MALE ...

Deanna reads the plaque ... "in memory of Molaesmyr"? Hmmmmmm ... that's entirely useless right now.

Wow ... this might actually GENUINELY be working ...

Oh thank the gods ... that Nat1 could hsvd been SO BAD ...

Dominate Beast is gone ... but it's calm now ... it wants to be shown how to get out ... hmmm ...

Umudara ... cool ...

Seriously, they need to clear a path for them yo get out without trouble ... OH!!! The Gusrdian! Yes! Try that!

A Nat1? NOOOOOOOO!!!

Okay, it might still work ... Imogen and FCG go ahead to warn them about all of this ... okay ... now communicating through the gate ...

Yeah ...this is gonna take a BIG persuasion check ... 29? Fuck ...

I can't believe this ACTUALLY works ... Calm Emotions? On TWO HUNDRED soldiers? Hmmm ... Matt rolls a 2? Wow ...

FCG: "It's the power of friendship! We just talked to it!"

David Bowie ... wait, so this guard is LITERALLY Jareth! I love it! XD

Oh my gods ... Fearne is tying a fucking RIBBON around its neck to make it look cute ... and it LETS HER!!! OMFG!!!

This is one truly BIZARRE entourage ...

Travis: "This thing killed Carl!" XD

And now it's turning into this whole bizarre event as they parade through the city ... this is CRAZY!!! Still can't believe it's STILL working ...

I mean honestly this us actually turning into something quite beautiful. Nice ...

So they're going to direct it to the Savalirwood? Cool ...

Meanwhile Chetney's still in the Palace throne room ... hmmm ... and he is stripping anything he can from the throne. Of course he is ...

Chetney shreds himself as a cover before going down into the secret passage ... it's a hidden escape! Nice ... so he uses it as intended! XD

Nat1 on a stealth check? Oof ... at least he's a bloody mess so he just BRAZENS his way out of getting caught ... XD

Nice place to end ... and that wasn't even a battle! Nice way to circumvent any real combat, guys!

"Power of friendship!" Holy fuck YES!!! LOL ... yes it really was ...

#critical role #crit role campaign 3 #crit role spoilers #campaign 3 spoilers #campaign 3 episode 53 #matt mercer #marisha ray #laudna #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea #laura bailey #imogen temult #liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #ashley johnson #taliesin jaffe #ashton greymoore #sam riegel #fresh cut grass #aabria iyengar #deanna #deanna critical role #christian navarro #f.r.i.d.a.

[tiburion]

Werewolf Hackearney AU [Part 2]

(Second half of this super self indulgent AU, if you haven’t read the first part better do it or this will be a hot mess)

@lovesomehate Damn, this scenario got a bit out of hand, I hoped to do a shorter post for this second part. Boy I was wrong...

Gonna also put this under cut cause I’m basically writing an essay for how long my mind wandered.

Once free, Laura and Max, run away, and like canon events Max will wait at the tree house on the island while Laura will kill Chris.

Meanwhile back at the police station Travis is furious, those damn kids escaped and the fucking ginger brat even shoot him! Locked in the cell, he uses the radio to contact his family so that one of them could come and and let him out of his prison. He has to catch those two idiots before things go really wrong and the night comes. 

Jebediah responds, but he cuts off saying something along the lines of “You would have to lock yourself up in that same cell in a few hours anyway, so stay where you are, son” and hangs up. He tries again and again but silence is the only answer he recives.

The sheriff is livid. The approaching full moon doesn’t help his mood. Why, WHY does he have to be a good boy for his parents and brothers and keep up with their requests and needs but when it’s him asking they turn the other way?! ‘Ma has eyes only for Chris and his children, he has always been the black sheep of the family, the failure, nothing more to her eyes and his ‘pa is just a puppet in her hands doing as she please! 

(from what we saw with the councelrols and their 180° change of character right before transforming ex. Jacob becoming insecure of himself, Max becoming a jerk ecc. I can’t help but see Travis, who’s usually condescending and submissime to his family and their will, going totally ballistic, nothing to keep his bottled up emotions inside anymore).

He spends minutes pacing around the cell like a caged animal trying to calm down but it doesn’t work. 

The bullet wound stopped bleeding but it still damn hurts, and most important: he can’t get Laura’s taste from earlier out of his mouth, her scent unable to leave his mind. He was going crazy.

He needed more. He wanted more.

Travis remembered a time when, as a deputy, Hank told him about how sturdy the station’s cell doors were and yet, like everythig ,even those bars of steel have a weak point. Not that a normal human would ever be able to tear it down with bare hands, but still.

Luckly for him it has been six years since he has not been a normal human anymore, and today he felt particularly frenzy.

He almost broke his shoulder, but after a few attempts of slamming against it the door’s hinges broke. He didn’t need a mirror to see his eyes reduced to a pair of unnatural golden irises. The hot blood pumping in his veins and his ragged breath were enough. He better hurry.

Travis first thought is to look for Laura at the storm shelter under the lodge, where Chris goes to spend these nights and where she and Max were assaulted in first place. She’ll certainly go there.

Just when he was about to arrive at the camp, his radio intercepts a communication between Chris and their parents, his borther quickly explains that there has been a problem: the counselors were still at the camp and he was heanding home as fast as possible.

Travis stops. Going to the camp would be of no use now with the kids still there, even Laura would not dare to storm in shotgun in hand with all those people present, at least he hoped. Maybe this night could still be saved, he’ll try to fix this mess tomorrow as soon as he comes back to his senses. Knowing Laura she’ll wander all night seeking for her monster, he’ll be sure she won’t find it.

He turns back the car and goes to Hacketts house.

The sun was almost setted when Chirs arrived at the family home. On the verge of his nerves, he started to explain to the rest of his family what happened when Travis stepped through the door. He looks like an half mess, and everyone is surprised to see him there, he was supposed to be at the station, like every full moon.

Constance soon loses that little patience she has. The time is almost up and no one is ready, puls now they have a bunch of stupid kids going around. She orders to her husband and Bobby to get out, meanwhile Travis tries to convince his bother into going back to the police station with him. He totally avoids talking about the fact that there might be a fully armed blonde going after werewolves during the night. 

The thought of the young woman is like a punch to his brain. He can feel his concentration slipping more and more every minute. It’s a strange sensation. He never experienced anything like this before turning in the last six years.

He just wants to take his little brother and leave. He points out Chris has no place to be and going with him is the best solution, since Caleb and Kaylee will occupy the cages in the basement. 

Chris, on his part, was even going to accept the offer, but an angry Constance interrupted them. She silenced and admonished her oldest son telling him Chris was going to remain at the house.

She proceeds to spit venom at Travis, telling him to go hide like he always does. Since Travis bit his brother and nephews, he never went out to help the hunt while tranformed, the fear of doing it again to another member of the family, or worse, too much for him to bear. The Hacketts matriarch, on the other hand, saw in the sheriff the cause of all their problems: it was his fault her nephews were cursed, and it was his fucking duty to help solve the problem, not hiding away like the spineless bastard he was.

Travis silently accepts his mother’s coercion. He tries, at least. His horrible pre shifting moods swings came back at full force. In the back of his mind there is a vocie screaming at him to leash out at the woman in front of him, to make her pay. 

He has to get out immediately, before he’ll do something he’ll regrets. 

Chris and the children will be safe in the house, there is no way Laura will get in. He has no reason to stay any longer. 

Just when he was taking the way of the door, Constance made a last jab at Travis, informing him Kaylee and Caleb will be out to help Jebediah and Bobby with the hunt: they are good children, not like someone else!

There is a snap.

In a matter of seconds all the Hacketts, except the eldest woman, are on Travis, seizing him.

The policeman is a restless mix of growls and snarls. The "match" didn't last long, and soon Bobby was the only one who managed to keep a hold on Travis. His older brother's ire found in him the new target, even Bobby gets knocked half unconscious on the ground. 

The room is filled by the cop's heavy breathing. 

He marched to stand over the other younger Hackett's prone form on the floor but stopped himself before doing any furter damages. His eyes don't change back to their usual black color, but a spark of recognition could be seen in them. The last one for this day.

The whole family watch as Travis runs as fast as he can out of the house.

Night comes, the moon high in the sky.

Laura has been searching the woods around the camp for hours, she saw tracks and blood but it's only when she heard the screams she found the werewolf.

  Travis was right, it wasn't easy to hit them, but she had a duty to fulfill. A shot reaches the target, not enough to kill tho, so the creature runs away. She follows it until the wolf jumps behind some bushes.

Laura waits, she's ready. The moment something comes out it'll be dead. Being too focused on the foliage she didn't hear the steps approaching from behind until it was too late. When she turns the creature is only a few meters away: growling and sniffing the air, but it doesn't come closer. Glowing yellow eyes bore into hers.

It was her chance.

When she rose up the shotgun to aim, something didn't look right. Was the wolf she had been chasing so black and big?

Her attention is brought back by a soft tinkling sound, signaling the beast was moving.

Laura fired. The wolf left out a howl, blood gushing out from the hole on it's shoulder. Before she could fire a second time a clawed hand knocked her away. She quickly collected her gun and started running before the creature managed to jump on her with a roar. A chase began and only when she got near the pool house the wolf loses her tracks.

From this point on the events remains more or less the same as the game: Laura kills Kaylee in the pool, she gets bit by Max, she reunites with the other counselors explaining what happened and sets out with Ryan for house Hackett.

When the duo is outside of the fence looking for a way in, the same black wolf that chased Laura through the woods is back. Ryan rushes behind the woman, that  misses when firing.

This time the creature in upon them but before biting Laura's head off it stops. Laura felt the monster's breath right on her face, it gave her a couple of sniffs, it’s loud howling the last thing she heard before the gorund under their feet gave up and both Ryan and herself were falling down.

With the werewolf venom now in her veins which amplifies her senses she was able to catch a smell. A smell that her brain unconsciously already knows, coming from her wolf stalker... This time, however, curse or not curse she had been able to grasp a good look at what seemed to be the remains of a torn uniform around the animalistic body, the golden star hanging off what once was a breastpocket leaving her no doubts.

She was relieved Travis didn’t die in the cell, but if he’d comes at her again during the night she won’t hesitate to shoot.

Laura and Ryan’s adventure inside the house ends up with Constance dead, Ryan bitten by Laura but eventually cured since they manage to kill Chris.

That’s it for Laura. She did her job, the curse was lifted and the dawn would break soon, so why, when she gets out instead of taking Max and the others still alive to flee from this damn place, she feels a urge to go back into the woods to look for a black werewolf? 

Before she notices, her feet dragged her toward Shady Glade. She finds him there, curled under a big tree with what she supposes are the remains of a dead boar beside him, pitch black skin marred with dryed blood.

She shouldn’t be there, it’s dangerous, yet a part of her felt it was the right place to be. 

The scent she smelled earlier is back. How? She wasn’t cursed anymore, how cold she still feel it?

As the first rays of sunlight started creeping between the thick foliage, a voice in the back of her mind wrapped around her brain like a hand: go to your mate.

In a explosion of blood the black beast disappeared, leaving back a human Travis.

YEEEE GONNA STOP HERE. 

A LITTLE THIRD PART MAYBE?

ps. sorry for my grammar as always

#the quarry #hackearney #travis x laura #laura x travis #werewolf travis is a good boy... kinda #well he didn't kill anyone soooooo

[lovesomehate]

I wanted to make this a neutral idea, but instead, I'm going sad.

The situation in the Hackett home but Travis is still trying to keep things calm so he ends up putting himself physically in between Ma & Pa and Laura. He's not going to shoot Laura no matter how much they urge and he of course is not going to hurt his parents. Laura bolts.

"Travis move!" Jedediah orders.

"No! Pa calm down! And you don't move." Travis turns to Laura.

Laura doesn't say anything but is still anxiously swaying on her feet.

"Travis, she's infected now either shoot her or get out of the damn way." Constance shouted.

Travis looks conflicted, and shocked? Saddened? That Laura is now afflicted like the others. He hesitantly starts to face her and raises his gun.

BANG!

Laura flinches into a crouch before realizing that Travis didn't fire at her. He didn't fire at all. Sorrow overcame her captor as he, and in turn Laura turned as well, to face his parents. Constance held Jed's gun in her wrinkled hand barrel aimed squarely at Travis.

Constance's was cold and unblinking. Jedediah looked sympathetically and tad disappointedly at Travis. Constance shot once more and Travis fell to the floor.

"Constance that's enough! He's out of the way we need to get the girl!" Jed pointed towards Laura.

Laura stared briefly down at Travis who held his wound, failing to hold back the bleeding and his tears. Everything for them. Travis went to horrible lengths for them. He opened up to her about that. Hell she experienced that. She hated him, she should hate him.

Yet. Yet she understood. She went to great lengths for Max and for a moment she thought she might have done more if the situation demanded it. She knew Max would never attack her in his human moments so this. After everything. Laura found herself filled with anger for Travis that she didn't think was possible.

Laura went for the door and ducked a bullet that was in her direction. To the three Hacketts confusion, Laura closed the door with her remaining with them. She didn't want to upset Travis anymore, but she needed to see that he would be okay and she needed to sate her anger.

Maybe he wouldn't mind if she at least took his mother's face off.

[yo! needed to get this out and sorry to drop it here. But, love ya posts and I didn't have anywere to put it. For reasons my Travis x Laura tendencies are being hidden and I had to get this out of my system. 😱Forgive please. This over came me and I thought to share.]

Please let me just put this in the au where werewolf!Laura doesn’t attack Travis, so making her turn in that moment (fuck killing Chris, we are here to eat the parents now) would probably spare Travis fksjfakgnsbgg

Please this was so painful

#ask #anon #travisxlaura

[valentinoappreciator]

My Heart's Got teeth

So.... I wrote something Cursed(TM). Read at your own risk!!!!

Media: The Quarry (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Travis Hackett / Laura Kearney

Warnings: EXTREMELY non-con. Drugged sex. Aphrodisiac. Breeding. Forced pregnancy (implied). Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

A/N: I do NOT think that Travis would actually do this. He's not that kind of guy, in my books or in my canon. I simply saw someone point out dark / yandere Travis, and I had a Mighty Need. You know who you are <3

If you're not cool with these elements, now's your cue to back out.

Can also be found on my AO3, TheWeirdDane, under the title 'My Heart's Got Teeth'.

“You can’t keep me in here!” she shouted, spittle and fury flying at his face. 

“I can do damn well whatever I please,” he snarled back, not missing the sliver of shock in her blue eyes. Then it was gone, and Laura Kearney banged her closed fist on the bars of the jail cell, as if that would do anything besides giving her a sore hand. 

As he had expected, she cursed, but didn’t let him see how much it hurt. She rested her hand against the bars, glaring up at him. 

He smiled. Cold and dark, like his eyes - without end and without beginning, you could lose yourself in his gaze. 

“Behave, and do as I say, and maybe I’ll let you out early for your good behavior.”

“Fuck you!”

That idea was certainly new, but not... entirely unwelcome. Travis had simply just never thought about it before. This girl - this fucking disaster - had not only disobeyed his instructions to go to the Harbinger Motel with her loud, annoying boyfriend, resulting in more werewolf shit than necessary, she had also killed his entire family. More or less single handedly. 

He grabbed his baton and knocked it against the bars, purposefully missing her fingers with only an inch or two. She didn’t move. 

“Poor aim for a sheriff,” she growled. 

Perfect. 

Travis pretended to miss again, only to smack the baton hard against her fingers when she didn’t expect him to, making her curse again. 

“That’s one point for bad behavior. And who knows what that will get you.”

Again, a sliver of cold fear flashed in her eyes, but then she had covered it up with defiance and anger. 

“You can’t do anything to me. That would be illegal, and it would be abuse of power.”

“You know what else is illegal, miss Kearney?” 

A beat of silence that she didn’t dare try to break. 

“Murder. I don’t think the sheriff will take kindly to you killing his entire family. Anyway,” he said and banged the baton loudly against every single one of the bars as he stalked towards the exit, not taking his eyes off of her for even a second, “lights out in ten. Better get comfortable.”

There wasn’t much, if anything, for Laura to do in this hell hole of jail cell. There was an uncomfortable bed, so she didn’t get much sleep, and there was an old, sad excuse for a toilet in the corner. Not very inviting. The sink was in much the same state - worn by time and usage, it had minor cracks everywhere, and the water was always freezing cold. 

A single window far above her ‘bed’ allowed for the sun and moon to illuminate the poor holding cell. It was barred up, and besides, it was high enough above that she couldn’t reach it, even if she stood on her tiptoes on the firm mattress. 

This sucked. 

She didn’t even have Max for conversation. God knows where he was. He could be a bother, and he could be dull and boring, but at least he would be better than letting the thoughts and fears fester in her head, becoming big, puss-filled wounds, with scabs that hurt to pick at. 

It was just her in here. 

She had no sense of time, and only Travis’ punctuality when it came to breakfast, lunch, and dinner helped her make sense of what time of the day it was. An actual date, though? Forget it. 

So much had happened in such a short span of time that Laura had simply lost her sense of time. She could have been in here for a week, or for a month. Technically, it couldn’t have been an entire month yet, because she hadn’t had her period yet. She loathed the thought of having her period in this hell hole. 

The way she saw it, she had two options.

One, ask Travis for menstrual products. The mere thought was mortifying. 

Two, become a free bleeder and bleed on everything in the cell. That wasn’t a super pleasant prospect, either.

Thus, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

***

Days passed by, and they were all painfully dull and similar, until one day, when Travis served her breakfast. 

He put the tray on the ground as per usual, but unlike usual, he stayed and watched her grab the tray, pulling it towards herself. 

“What are you looking at?” she huffed, poking at her food with a finger. He didn’t give her cutlery. Not even a plastic fork. It was ridiculous! 

“Stand up.”

“What for?” she asked, trying to sound bored. 

“Stand. Up. I won’t ask again.”

Not in the mood to have him use force, Laura stood up and stuck her hands through the bars so he could handcuff her, as he always did when she had to exit her cell. Why would she have to leave, though? Was it shower day already? 

His hands were strong and rough as they secured the handcuffs around her wrists. The silence was tense and charged with something, as if Travis wanted to say or do something. It made the hair on the back of Laura’s neck stand up. His eyes were intense, and she had to look away by the time the cold metal sat snug and tight on her wrists. 

“Open your mouth.”

“What for?” she repeated, this time taken by surprise. “So you can poison me?”

He smiled tightly. 

“Trust me, as much fun as it would be to feed you rat poison, I can’t. Abuse of power, remember?” 

“Fucking dirty cop,” she growled. 

“And if I was? What then? You’re all alone, no beloved boyfriend to call me names,” his eye twitched slightly, “no-one to collect evidence that you’re not making it all up. You have no-one left here, miss Kearney. It’s just you and me.”

“Don’t call me that,” she spat, anger flaring in her eyes despite a growing fear settling in her stomach. He was right, and he knew it. There really was no stopping him if he decided to murder her. He was bigger and stronger than her, and he had the upper hand. Not only was it his precinct, meaning that he knew the ins and outs of the station way better than she did, but he also had her in cuffs. 

She was, quite literally, at his mercy, and she hated it. There was nothing she hated more than not having another option, of being caged in. 

“Open,” he ordered again.

They stared into each other’s eyes, until the intensity became too much for her, and Laura reluctantly opened her mouth, fear making her heart beat a thousand times faster than usual. It made her queasy, made her breathing come faster. 

Leaning her head slightly back, she couldn’t see what he put in her mouth, under her tongue, but it was rounded and rather small. Didn’t taste of anything. Wasn’t rat poison supposed to taste like shit?

She frowned slightly.

“Close.”

With a frustrated roll of her eyes, she closed her mouth, and stared back at Travis who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. 

His lips pursed in a smile, and he looked far too smug about the situation. 

They stood like that for entirely too long before Travis removed the object. 

“Good girl.”

Laura’s stomach churned, and she instinctively kicked out at him, but only hit the bars. Then she looked down at what he had stuck in her mouth - it was a thermometer. 

“What the fuck are you doing, taking my temperature?”

He sent her a look, undid her handcuffs, and left without another word. 

The idea hadn’t left his mind since he had formed it. There were a million ways to torment Laura Kearney - he could starve her until she was delirious and willing to accept any deal he proposed. He could taunt her with - made up - news about her idiot boyfriend - surely she would want to know how he was doing. He could look at her while she showered. Maybe even comment on her. He could talk sweetly to her. 

Really, the possibilities were positively endless. 

Yet, he had found an idea that would make him very happy, and would make her very miserable. It would bring them closer together, in the way that only sweaty intimacy could. 

It was perfect. 

When Travis looked at the thermometer, he nearly threw it across the room, before he reminded himself that it could take a few days more until she was ready. It was okay. Everything was going according to plan. A few more days, and he could bring the plan to fruition. 

He continued to take her temperature every morning - making her more and more confused - until one day, her temperature was higher than normal. 

She was ready, whether she knew it or not. 

With a new spring in his steps, he prepared her lunch and walked to her cell. 

She lied on the bed, back to him, curled in on herself. Was she in pain already? 

“Rise and shine, sunshine,” he said flatly, banging on the bars with his baton. Laura shuffled a bit, groaning loudly. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“My stomach fucking hurts, asshole,” she groaned. “What the fuck did you put in my food?”

“Whatever it was, clearly not enough. Do you want lunch or not?”

“Not.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He put the tray on the ground and unlocked the cell. With one hand on his gun - there was a good chance she was faking pain again - he walked over to her. Something stirred inside him, and suddenly, he was the one with the higher-than-average temperature. 

“Stay the fuck away from me, you creep,” she snarled, twisting her neck to send him a venomous glare. 

“Careful you don’t use your entire quota of curses in one day, young lady,” he chuckled, and when he touched her shoulder, she lashed out at him. Her nails swiped at his cheek, leaving red lines, but Travis couldn’t care less. 

She was weakened and in pain - he had the upper hand. He could do whatever he wanted to and with her. 

The thought made warmth slither through his veins, and he grabbed her shoulder, turning her on her back. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked again, trying to appeal to her and get her to say what caused her this great agony. 

“It’s my fucking period!” she then snapped and sat up, pushing him away with a foot to his shoulder. “I’m bleeding out my fucking pussy!”

He knew she was trying to fluster him, make him feel awkward or maybe even ashamed. 

“I know what periods are. I have a niece. Well. Had.” 

“Then you also should know to leave a woman alone when she’s on her period!” 

Travis swallowed hard to avoid drooling. He almost spoiled his plan by letting his mouth run away with him, but managed to silence himself. 

“I have some painkillers. Do you want them or not?” 

It was a lie, of course, but she didn’t have to know that. It was impossible to distinguish his aphrodisiacs from pain killers, anyway. She would never be the wiser. 

She groaned and attacked him again, but it didn’t require much effort to avoid. 

He sighed loudly, dug his hand into his breast pocket, and found two pills. 

“Here. I’m trying to help you, for Christ's sake!” 

“By poisoning me? Yeah right!”

Sudden anger flared in Travis’ chest, and he couldn’t help himself when it seemed like Laura wasn’t going to comply - he grabbed her chin, forcing her mouth open and placing the two pills on her tongue, then closed her mouth. 

She tried to say something - probably more curses and filthy words - but Travis only let go when she visibly swallowed. 

“Good girl. Now, open.” 

She glared at him, but opened her mouth nonetheless, sticking out her tongue. Travis lifted it to check for the pills. No sight of them under her tongue. He looked into her mouth, checking her cheeks. No sight of them there, either. 

“Good girl.”

“What did you give me?” she asked, and for the first time since he had imprisoned her, there was fear in her voice. It made his insides warm and fuzzy. 

“Something to relieve the pain.” 

It wasn’t lying, it was... twisting the truth a bit. Just a little. Her pain would be relieved, that much was true, but she didn’t know about the side effects of getting insatiably horny and needy. And she didn’t need to - it would become apparent soon enough. That would maybe be painful in and of itself, but her period pain would be forgotten.

It made a diabolical kind of glee settle in his stomach, and he sat down next to her. She immediately put some distance between them, after having eyed the gun in his holster. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed.

“Don’t worry. In a minute or two, you’ll be begging me to.” 

“What? Did you hit your massive forehead against the door frame or something?” 

His eyes twitched. Just another insult. Just another piece of verbal abuse thrown his way. He was used to that. His family hadn’t exactly been kind to him, his ma least of all. 

He was secretly grateful that she had eliminated them. However... family was important. 

Instead of answering, he simply folded his hands in his lap and looked at her, lips pursed slightly. 

Waiting. 

He knew it was wishful thinking, but it seemed like she was getting more flustered the longer his gaze lingered on her. 

“Stop looking at me like that, you creep,” she mumbled, stealing glances at him every now and again. 

“Like what?” he asked politely. 

She didn’t answer. 

Minutes passed, and he could see her skin turn more and more pink. She tugged at the front of her shirt repeatedly, as if trying to bring fresh air to her skin. Her breathing came faster. Sweat started rolling down her face. Not a lot, but enough that her skin got clammy. 

“What... what did you give me?” she asked shakily, looking at him with fear in every line of her beautiful face. Her pupils had dilated, and her cheeks were slowly turning a gorgeous shade of crimson. 

“Nothing that will last.”

“No, Travis, what did you give me?” she sounded legitimately scared, and it did nothing but fuel the fire crackling in his belly. It was also the first time she had used his first name. Admittedly, it made him throb in his pants. 

“Lay down. That will help it pass faster,” he lied, the words heavy on his tongue, and he looked hungrily at her as she obeyed him, a faint whimper ripped from her throat. He swallowed heavily again, putting a hand on her naked knee. She was wearing the same shorts and t-shirt. They could probably use a wash. 

She whimpered again as he stroked her knee and thigh. Her skin burned, but it was so soft. He was halfway tempted to crack a joke and ask her about her skincare routine, but didn’t want to ruin the mood. 

“Stop that,” she growled, but the growl was weak, and the glare she sent him was mixed with fear. She was a clever girl - she knew what he had done, and what he would do. 

“This the only way you can get laid? Drugging your victim?” she tried to bite, but her voice had grown even weaker. 

When Travis felt safe in assuming that she wouldn’t attack him again, he effortlessly moved her so that her legs hung over the edge of the bed, and her upper body rested on the uncomfortable mattress. She didn’t protest, aside from a feeble groan. 

With trembling hands, Travis pulled down her shorts and underwear. The smell of iron hit his nostrils, and he checked - there was indeed a little bit of blood in her underwear. It made his cock throb, and he let out a long, quiet moan as he pressed his palm against his erection. 

He had to wait. Just a little longer...

Her skin was so soft... he was mesmerized by the feel of it under his calloused fingers, and he spent a - perhaps - unreasonable amount of time just touching her legs and hips, until the animal within him won over common sense, won over the urge to make her feel good. This was supposed to be punishment. It wasn’t meant for her to feel good. It would simply be... beneficial to the mission. 

He stood up to pull off and step out of his pants, then slid between her legs, spreading them so that he could see her in all her glory. 

“Please, don’t do this, Travis,” she begged shakily. There was no doubt in his mind that she would have stopped him if her limbs didn’t feel like lead. 

Shame. 

He didn’t reply, but instead stroked a finger between her folds - they were slick, but not enough. He didn’t want her to hurt too much. 

Travis put his face against her pussy and began licking. Above him, Laura gasped loudly, and she writhed on the bed, enough that he eventually had to pin her down by the hips.

“Please, don’t,” she whimpered, even as she got wetter and wetter, which, in turn, made Travis’ cock throb and jerk between his thighs. 

“I don’t want this!” she tried. 

“Sure,” he grinned, fondling her clit with his tongue and making her break out into a light sob. The sound went straight to his cock, and he groaned against her, sucking lightly on the slick bud until Laura looked like she was about to reach a - very much not wanted - orgasm. 

“Can’t have you coming just yet,” he panted and pulled back. 

“Travis, please, stop! Don’t do it!”

Travis didn’t listen - he simply pushed her legs to her chest, lined up his throbbing cock with her entrance, and pushed inside. 

Her pussy was tight and wonderfully wet, and sheathing himself in her made him moan loudly, leaning his head back in pleasure. 

Then he looked down at her - her wide, fearful, gorgeous blue eyes eyes that were starting to fog over with arousal, her lips that parted so that she could whine and plead and beg, her heated skin with the beads of sweat. 

She looked delicious. Delectable, even. 

Laura cried out, and pitifully tried to push him away, but the drugs had taken a firm hold of her, rendering her weak and helpless. Her only defense was to try and appeal to Travis’ good side. 

Shame that he didn’t have one. Not right now, at least. Not when it came to her. 

“Please, this is not like you,” she whimpered, lifting her hands to try and claw at his chest. She barely left a scratch. 

“You don’t know anything about me,” he rumbled, pulling out of her, only to plunge deep inside her once more, and then began fucking her in earnest. 

“I know you don’t want this,” she tried feebly. 

“Yeah? My cock begs to differ.” 

As if to punctuate his point, he thrust hard into her, making her whimper loudly and throw her head back. 

“I know you’re better than this, Travis, please!”

“Shut up, girl. You’re starting to get on my nerves,” he growled, his hands tightening on the back of her knees as he pressed her legs further towards her chest, practically bending her in half. Laura cried out and shook her head violently. She was crying. 

“Let me go, Travis, please, let me go, I won’t even tell anyone! It’ll be our little secret!”

“Damn right it will,” he growled and put a hand on her mouth to silence her.

She screamed behind his hand, but it was a weak and muffled sound that couldn’t attract the attention of anyone, not even if they were in the next room. 

He thrust ruthlessly into her, delighting himself on her sobs and whimpers. 

He had never considered himself an evil person. He had never thought he would ever do... this. But this girl - Laura Kearney - had taken his family from him just like that, without blinking an eye. She was going to pay. She was going to give him a new family. 

“You killed my family,” he snarled, inches away from her face, “so now, you’re going to make me a new one.” 

#text #mypost #the quarry fanfic #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #travisxlaura #nsft #uhhhh not tagging with the tags #theyre in the warning section #anyway.... enjoy........?

[lilibethdrawsreylo]

It’s probably not that deep, BUT

(This is still a sideblog for fanart, but it’s kinda the most logical place to post this atm, so please bear with me.)

I’ve been reading people’s theories/headcanons on why Travis was so overly secretive with Laura and Max while he had them locked up, and I came up with a timeline/explanation of sorts. This is just a theory, of course, [a gAAME theory!] but I’m basing it on canon tidbits and dialogue.

So, my assumption is that he doesn’t tell them anything because he already was in a similar situation with the unnamed journalist and it ended very poorly because the journalist, possibly, learned too much.

The journalist arrives in town, possibly following the disappearance of the hikers or to investigate the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry, starts poking around, and finds... something. Maybe not werewolves but something.

Gets captured and illegally detained by Travis and is put in the same cell where Travis will later put Laura, at which point the scrawled limerick is, uh, scrawled on the cell wall:

While the town of North Kill lay there sleeping,

The hag in the woods started weeping.

As the bodies decay, the wolves hunt their prey,

And the sheriff continues his creeping.

The limerick’s description is:

“This doesn't paint a particularly favorable picture of Sheriff Hackett, and perhaps this isn't the first time he's locked someone up illegally.”

Based on the mention of both the hag and wolves, I’m guessing that the journalist was definitely on to something, which landed him behind barrs. And eventually got him killed. Based on Travis and Chris’ conversation:

T: If I’d have done my job you’d all be in prison, you ever think of that?

C (talking over Travis, clearly already knowing what he’s about to say): That was all Bobby and Caleb and you know it!

T (simultaneously): Remember those hikers and that- that- that fucking journalist.

My guess is: the hikers were killed by the werewolf Caleb (their bags were torn, their camera was lost in the woods); the journalist - by Bobby. Why Bobby, and not Travis himself? He’s supposed to “protect” his family, right? Maybe Chis only mentions Bobby because he helped to dispose of the hikers’ bodies?

Well, because of Travis’ later conversation with his mother and Bobby’s optional conversation with Ryan.

Travis and Constance:

Const: …instead of putting a bullet into each one of their little sorry shitstain brains you- [NB: what a charming woman]

<...>

T: No more blood on your hands, that’s what you- you said it.

<...>

Const: Well, I just don’t- I don’t understand why you- you couldn’t have just taken care of the problem when you had the chance.

T: “Taken care of the problem?” Do you hear yourself? <...> I’m a police officer!

This one could be interpreted in different ways because of the “no more blood” line (as in, he already has some blood on his hands) but because of how emotional Travis gets in the latter part, I’m willing to interpret it as him not being used to his mommy saying he should’ve outright murdered someone, him being a police officer making it kinda too much.

Now, Bobby to Ryan:

B: I don’t know if I’m supposed to kill you yet, I usually have to wait ‘til I’m told. <...> I'm gonna go ask my dad.

[Real talk, this makes me angry on Bobby’s behalf. They tell him to go kill someone and he does, most likely not fully comprehending the weight of his actions. Justice for Bobby, he’s too good for this family.]

So, circling back to why Travis later keeps his tongue so deep up his own ass in regards to his family’s bullshit. To the journalist - and here I’m entering the headcanon territory, as I didn’t find anything that would make it an actual game-based theory. 

I think Travis kept the journalist in a cell for some time, likely a normal amount, but made a mistake of letting the family know about it. The journalist knew enough for the family to not want them to make it out of North Kill. Now, maybe Travis let them out (not expecting his loved ones to fucking murder someone when they aren’t under the influence of the curse), or maybe they escaped - either way, they were caught and then “taken care of.” Travis knows what happened (and judging by his convo with Chris, he’s less than happy about it), so when he ends up with Laura and Max on his hands, not only does he hold them in jail cells - he manages to hide them there, hide them from his family for a whole month, until Chris figures it out. Because they’re already in way too deep, and Travis knows what could happen next. And he desperately doesn’t want to make it worse, so he doesn’t tell Laura and Max anything. Which, of course, is what ultimately makes things way worse than if he’d just explained, but that’s another story.

So, phew. Here it is, here’s my theory/headcanon. I don’t think I’ve ever written a meta this long. Thanks for reading!

#the quarry #the quarry game #travis hackett #text post

[spacekingmacready]

THE QUARRY ROLEPLAY SERVER

Welcome to Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp 2022 counselors, and thank you for returning after such a tumultuous last day of the summer last year! Rest assured, there will not be a repeat of last year. There are new safety measures in place, including a special night beneath the stars on the island for full moon gazing for the campers and a select few counselors, and plenty of fun new activities to share with the campers this summer! As always, there are also the regular art, sailing, and plant and animal identification classes with the kids! Let's make the most of this summer with fun new memories we will never forget!

This server is an AU where everyone lived, including Chris Hackett, but Silas was not found in time. They are still hunting for him, meaning your character may or may not be a werewolf! Have fun with this.

With the freedom to decide if your character is a werewolf or not, the Hackett brothers are available characters to help protect campers during full moons, so have fun with your characters fates!

There will be 2 counselors to a cabin, assigned randomly just to see what situations that can create. If the majority disagrees with this and wants to change to picking cabin mates, it can absolutely be changed.

Message me to get the application!

RULES:

20+ years old please. There may be nsfw themes of multiple kinds in this server, and as a 24 year old, interacting with anyone under 20 with those themes present is uncomfortable for me.

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Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Fifteen

“I’m drunk on you,” Laura whispered, a woozy smile on her lips.

She lay on her back on the roof of her dorm building, dressed in a down jacket, ski pants and boots. There was a thick scarf wound around her neck and a beanie falling off her head.

It was below freezing, and Laura’s cheeks stung from cold as she gazed up into the frost-laced heavens. Every star gleamed in the frozen air, but it was the moon she couldn't tear her eyes away from. 

The fat and shining moon, which seemed to swell to ten times its normal size as Laura stared.

She wasn’t a werewolf, and yet whenever the silver light of the full moon lit the sky…

She yearned.

For what, she couldn’t put her finger on. Sometimes she thought she tasted it on the wind. A rich scent she remembered from a dream.

Blood and musk.

Nothing vegetarian, anyway.

It made her hungry, and not for food.

Not for sex, either, though she was plenty horny lately and reached for her vibe night and morning. The fantasies she indulged in were as indistinct as her cravings. Heat. Sweat. Dirt. Teeth. She fantasised about chasing someone down and being chased. Being caught. Pain suddenly seemed alluring in a way it never had before. The delicious ache of being held so tightly by someone that she couldn’t escape and didn’t want to.

If only she could pin down exactly what it was she was craving. A place? A moment? A phenomenon? Whatever it was, it was something so frustratingly intangible that her mind wandered restlessly from person to place to event, her insides aching, She doubted she’d ever find it, let along sink her teeth into whatever it was.

Of course, she thought of him. Of course she did. If it was simple as driving to North Kill and demanding the sheriff take her to pound town and back, she would do it in a heartbeat, pride be damned.

Even if he didn't want her in his life.

He couldn't resist her if she had her mind set on seducing him. But sex with him? As wonderful as it was, that wasn’t everything. That wasn’t enough. 

So she lay on top of her building, drunk on moonlight, gripped by longing until the moon finally set, and her mind and heart were her own for another four weeks.

Mostly.

More or less.  

Because she was still haunted night and day by the memory of a man who’d driven himself inside her only to wrap her in his arms and stay like that, holding on, while he groaned like a starving man in her ear, Laura.

***

The February snow drifts were standing four feet deep when the new deputy got out of his car and grinned at Travis.

“Deputy Sheriff Noah Briggs, reporting for duty, sir.”

Noah had a round, honest face, almost puppyish, with a look in his eyes like he was eager to please. Too bad for him that nothing had pleased Travis since the summer and wasn’t likely to in the near future, either.

Travis nodded solemnly at the boy, his hands on his hips. “Welcome to North Kill, Deputy Briggs. I’ll show you around.”

He turned and walked slowly back into the station, waiting for Noah to catch up.

An amused, feminine voice echoed through his mind. Look at you, showing off to the newbie. Swaggering around like the big bad sheriff.

It had become a bad habit for him to hear a certain person teasing him in his mind.

It had become an even worse habit for him to answer back.

I am the big bad sheriff.

He felt her amusement. This ghost. 

There were so many ghosts in North Kill, yet he was haunted by someone who wasn’t even dead.

As he walked the deputy around the station, showing him the renovations that were being done, the rooms Travis was clearing out and refurbishing, Travis was struck once again by how young this man was. Not in years, because he was twenty-seven. He was wide-eyed in wonder about everything, including the fact that Travis had given him his very own office.

There was a metric fuck-tonne of digital records to be filed and Travis set Noah down in front of his brand-new computer to get started on it.

“Get through that lot first and I’ll consider taking you out on patrol,” Travis told the young man gruffly, and headed for the door.

It was going to take some time before he was used to having someone in the station again after six long years of rattling around in it by himself.

Travis had court documents to file and evidence reports to write up thanks to a car thief from two counties over going on a joy ride through North Kill and crashing into a tree on the east side of the quarry.

Just after six, he stuck his head through the door of Noah’s office to see his new deputy busily typing away, his face lit by the blue glow of the screen.

“How are you getting on?” Travis asked, hearing the drawl in his voice and feeling himself swagger into the room before immediately straightening up and changing to a normal walk before someone could comment.

The deputy was immediately flustered and shuffled his papers. “Oh—ah—good. I think.”

Travis took a look over his shoulder. Noah had got through a huge swathe of documents and had even entered them into the system correctly.

He nodded approvingly. “All right. Tomorrow, I’ll start you on answering the phones and the protocol for dispatching the sheriff’s team.”

“The team?”

“Me.” Travis glared as he saw Noah’s hopeful look. “And, maybe, yourself. Once you know your way around the county. Come on, time to go home.”

As they pulled on their jackets, Noah said, “I’m excited to see more of the county and what sort of policing you do here.”

“There’s not a lot of anything, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“But that’s not true! I’ve been reading up about the county, sheriff. Seems there are some missing persons cases. Hikers, and a journalist.”

“Consider those cases closed,” Travis said firmly, shepherding him out the front door and locking up.

“But shouldn’t we reopen them now that—”

Travis clamped a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward his car. “If and when we look at these cases again it will be because there’s new evidence.”

There wouldn’t be any new evidence. Nothing would tie Bobby to the missing journalist, or Chris, Kaylee, and Caleb to the two half-eaten and very dead hikers. Travis had made sure the remains would never see the light of day.

The Hackett’s had a long history of burying criminal secrets. The tunnels beneath the Hackett house were filled with the paraphernalia of their rum-running past, but the family’s crimes would end with Travis. He’d managed to keep Kaylee and Caleb out of trouble, and it was going to stay that way.

As for Ma, her death was on record as accidental death, and the less he thought about her, the better.

Footsteps were crunching up the path toward them and Travis turned to see his brother Chris, looking a little like the Michelin Man in a overstuffed down jacket.

“Travis, is your new deputy joining us for dinner?” Chris stuck out his hand and smiled at Noah. “Nice to meet you, young man. My brother hasn’t managed to chase you off yet?”

The deputy couldn’t decide who he wanted to please most, Chris by laughing or Travis by keeping a straight face, so he settled for an awkward cough and shook Chris’ hand.

“I was just heading home to…”

“No going home. Come and have a meal with us so we can welcome you to North Kill. I’m sure Travis was just about to invite you.”

Travis was not, but he followed his brother and Noah up the street without saying anything.

As he stepped into the diner, the warm scent of fries and sizzling beef patties washed over him.

Bobby, Caleb and Kaylee were seated at their usual Friday night table. Bobby was drinking a chocolate shake and was the first to spot them, and he waved Chris and Travis over with a grin.

Travis made deadpan introductions, his mind on what he’d order. As if that would ever change. A burger and fries, medium rare, with fried onions and an extra pickle. Kaylee would sneak his fries to dip into her creamed spinach and he’d let her get away with it until he’d finished his second pickle.

He didn’t pay Noah any attention until the young man started stammering and had flushed red.

“N—nice to m—meet you.” Noah was staring at Kaylee like she was an angel who’d tumbled out of heaven.

Travis rolled his eyes. Chris caught his look behind Noah’s back and grinned.

Kaylee got to her feet. “I’ll go wash up.”

“Me, too,” Noah immediately replied, and followed her to the back of the restaurant.

“That’s the last time he’s coming to dinner,” Travis muttered as he sat down, and reached for a menu even though he didn’t need it. The food here had been the same for decades. “Better keep those two apart.”

Chris laughed as he took his seat in the booth by the window. “Why?”

Travis raised an eyebrow at his brother over the menu. “You really want your daughter dating a cop?”

“Hell, no. You’re all miserable bastards and you’re impossible to nail down when you’re needed, but what am I supposed to say to her? The more you’re told you’re not allowed something, the more you want it.”

For some reason, Travis pictured Laura.

He forced his scowl to deepen and replied with, “Hmph.”

“What are you looking so grumpy about, Tee-Tee?”

Kaylee had come back, and she dropped into her seat with an innocent expression on her face, though Travis thought she looked more animated than usual.

Noah was one step behind and had overheard her use the baby nickname she had for her uncle, and a smile hovered around his lips.

Travis narrowed his eyes at his niece, but just then the waitress came over to take their order.

The normalcy of it all finally made him relax. 

As he ate his burger and crunched on his pickle, Travis listened to his family chatter about what they had done this week. He thought he could soak it up forever, this quiet togetherness. No furtive conversations about curses. No new wounds or accidents or deaths.

Dad had passed away in December. He hadn’t been eating right or taking care of himself since Ma died, and he caught pneumonia.

He’d passed away in a hospital bed with his family around him. Travis thought he would never open his eyes again after falling unconscious, but on that last day, Dad’s eyelids flickered, and he’d grabbed Travis’ arm.

“You ever see that girlie again, you kill her, Travis. Do you hear me?” He wheezed the words over dry lips, but everyone heard them.

Later, after the funeral and at the end of the wake, Kaylee had asked him, “The day Pop passed away. What ‘girlie’ was he talking about?”

“I don’t know.” Travis had kissed his niece’s cheek and gone home.

Not to his house behind the police station.

To the Hackett house, with all it’s painful memories, mouldy rooms and hostile atmosphere. It belonged to him now.

The beloved and cherished eldest son.

***

Laura puffed a strand of hair out of her eyes and gazed dispassionately at the illustration of a cat’s kidneys. It was nearly eleven on a Saturday night and she was one of the last stragglers in the college library.

Her eyes slid over to her laptop. She’d been tempted by it all afternoon and evening. One Google search in particular. One she’d made so many times before. 

She glanced again at the kidneys.

You know what? Enough kidneys for today.

Seizing hold of her laptop, she pulled it closer and typed into the search bar, Northkill County Gazette.

It came up right away and she hungrily scanned the headlines. The paper covered the towns of North Kill, Grand Oaks, and a handful of others. Checking the local papers was her way of keeping track of a certain someone, even if he wasn’t often mentioned by name.

But sometimes he was, and she had proof that he was real. His heart was beating. His body was strong and warm and vital.

Three months ago, someone had taken a joyride through the country and crashed against a tree, though they were thankfully not seriously injured.

When asked to comment, Sheriff Hackett called the driver an “idiot” but would say no more on the matter.

Laura had grinned like a fool as she’d read that sentence, able to hear his derision from hundreds of miles away.

Not a lot went on in the county and the main story was that Rose who owned the diner celebrated her fortieth anniversary there. 

A small headline caught Laura’s attention: Mauled hiker across the border in Essex County.

She frowned and read the accompanying text, what little there was of it. Two nights ago, a hiker had been camping in Green Mountain National Forest when he was attacked by a wild animal. He was fine apart from deep claw marks and shock.  

Two nights ago had been the full moon.

Laura sat back with a thump. A werewolf? Or something ordinary?

It had crossed her mind several times that whatever had bit Silas was still out there, possibly rampaging around and killing and infecting more people.

Then there were Laura’s strange, wolf-like symptoms, though she never turned at the full moon.

What if the curse wasn’t broken? What if Laura felt this way because it lived on in her, and it wouldn’t end until she’d killed the wolf who was next up in the chain? The one who’d bitten Silas.

Though could she call herself cursed when all it did was make her restless and drunk on moonlight around the full moon?

And the loneliness. Don’t forget the crushing loneliness.

Laura closed her laptop and packed up her things. She could never forget the loneliness.

As she emerged from the library, a warm wind hit her nostrils and she moaned in pleasure.

The seasons were turning. She smelled summer.

Laura had always been a fall girl. Hot drinks and sweet baked good were her favourite treats, eaten as chilly winds blew and golden leaves blew across the sidewalks.

Now it was summer she yearned for. Summer, with its huge, open skies encrusted with stars, the sharp scent of pine trees, cicada chirps echoing across a serene lake.

If only she could…

Laura stopped dead. Her heart beat faster.

She couldn’t…could she?

That would be stupid.

Reckless.

Everyone would hate the idea.

Laura nibbled on her thumbnail, lost in thought. Weighing up the pros and cons. Well, what else was she going to do, mope around Mom and Dad’s place and get a part time job at the local café? She’d drive herself mad.

She could do it.

Oh, he’d be so mad.

But he wasn’t the boss of her.

A smile tugging at her lips, Laura pulled out her phone and dialled a number. The person on the other end answered right away. “Kaylee? Can you do me a favour? You can say no. I’ll understand.”

Kaylee laughed. “Please, anything for the saviour of Hackett’s quarry. What do you need?”

***

Travis examined the hunter’s permit and ID using his torch, and then flashed the light in the man’s face. The name and ID were all in order. He took one more scrupulous glare at the permit just for good measure, and then handed it back.

“Good hunting. Enjoy Hackett’s Wood.”

“Thank you, sheriff.” The hunter tipped his fingers to his trucker cap, stuffed the permit back in his pocket and got back into his car.

Now that deer hunting was allowed once more, Travis had to get used to seeing strangers in these parts. As long as everyone had their correct permits, camped where they were supposed to and took their litter with them, Travis supposed he could bear it. He and Chris split the revenue and the money was needed if he was ever going to renovate that goddamn family home.

Some days he wondered if it would be better to tear the whole place down and start again. Only the thought of what he might find in the rubble, put there by earlier generations of unscrupulous Hacketts, made him hesitate.

Skeletons upon skeletons, no doubt.

Just as he was going to get back into his cruiser and drive off into the night, a car roared by him at an alarming speed. A little blood red Honda Civic that had seen better days but could still tear up the road.

Goddamn kids.

It wouldn’t be one of the camp counsellors, because camp didn’t open until tomorrow. Someone from out of town no doubt, enjoying their near-empty roads.

Travis got into his cruiser, flicked the lights on with a grim expression and set off in pursuit. As he accelerated, the full moon followed alongside him, racing through the trees, keeping pace with him like an old rival.

Red taillights appeared ahead. It only took one blast of his sirens for the Civic to pull over.

He could see the outline of the driver as he got out of his car, and it was a woman.

As he approached the door, he began, “Ma’am, step out of the—”

But the woman was already opening her door and stepping out of the car. A slender, blonde woman with a proud lift her chin and a bounce in her step.

There was trouble in every flick of her perky ponytail.

She turned toward him, and Travis felt his heart and stomach plummet from his body and rebound up into his throat.

Laura Kearney put one hand on her hip and smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, hello, Officer Grumpyface. Are you my welcoming committee?”

His eyes raked her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Hiking boots.

Long, strong and slender legs.

A summer dress that revealed a generous amount of her thighs and was cut low to loosely drape her full...

Goddamn.

At her throat and left shoulder there were scars that shone silver in the moonlight, but it wasn’t them he was focused on in this moment.

It was her.

Laura dropped her hand and walked toward him. She almost prowled as she put one booted foot in front of the other, approaching him slowly.

Did you miss me, baby? she asked.

Or did she? For a split second, had those blue eyes flashed a hungry yellow in the moonlight?

Travis swallowed, feeling his Adam’s apple bob.

Laura stopped right in front of him, gazing up at him as she murmured through a smile, “How have you been? I don’t know about you, but I sure have missed hot summer nights at the quarry.”

His heart pounded in his chest.

His palms were sweaty.

His body tingled at the memory of her pressed tight against him. She was close enough to touch.

Finally, he found his voice and growled, “Laura. What are you doing here?”

He wasn’t even sure she was here. This felt like a hallucination.

Laura blinked long, faux-innocent lashes, and Travis felt his eyes narrow.

The brat.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? I’m a camp counsellor. I’m going to be staying at Hackett’s Quarry all summer.”

No. No one had told him anything, and he didn’t need any cop training or experience to smell that this was on purpose. Laura had hidden her intentions from him.

And now here she was, gift-wrapped in a pretty dress, her cornsilk hair glowing and her soft lips glossy and slightly parted, just for him.  

And she’d be staying all summer?

Oh hell no.

***

Whoop! Time to get back to what the title of this fic is all about, baby. Werewolf bites and hot summer nights. Thank you so much for reading!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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