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janea brown

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Dotty is a angel as always

Stubbs Farm Alpacas

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I love youuuuuu 🥰

Hi- I don't know if you are still writing but I just wanted to say your fics are AMAZING. I constantly go back and re-read them whenever I need a good comfort fic. I also kinda had a random question about the Pero Tovar AU... how does he come to find out that the reader is a werewolf and not a magical dog?? If you're not writing or answering questions about your fics anymore I totally understand and please disregard this question. Much love from a reader!!!!

Anon, this note/ask absolutely made my day, you have no idea! I am deeply touched that you reread my stories and they bring you comfort. That's really my goal with my fan fics, to be a soft, sweet place to land.

While I do not write fan fic much anymore, I was delighted by your question of how he comes to find out Reader is a werewolf and had to write a little ficlette about that moment. I hope it is a satisfactory answer!

Much love to you, dear Reader, and thank you for your kind words and lovely ask!!! 🥰

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Werewolf Female Reader Summary: The new moon is upon you and Pero, which means you either have to leave him for a few days to hide your humanness or risk trusting him with the truth POV: Werewolf Reader Warnings: Mention of dead animals, non-sexual nudity, anxiety, brief fear of injury Words: 750

Picking your canine teeth with a sharp bit of bone from your dinner, you look up at the night sky moodily. There’s only a sliver of the waning moon shining amongst the stars and you and Pero are nowhere near the bottom of the mountain.

A terrible blizzard has cost days of travel, forcing you two to hunker down in a cave. Even after the snow stopped, it’s been too cold for a human to be out in. The only choice is to wait for the temperature to rise a little more.

With less than two nights until the new moon, you’re faced with either disappearing for a few days or showing him you’re human.

The idea of leaving him without explanation, especially in these conditions, doesn’t sit right with you. Underneath that gruff, smelly exterior is a kindhearted man who you’ve come to care about and who cares about you, even if he does only see you as a magical dog and try to give you terrible names.

But to tell him is to potentially risk your life and that of the pack’s. He might try to kill you or share of your existence with others. It’s why there’s a rule never to tell humans.

“Come inside, pup, it’s too cold for even you,” he calls sternly from near the mouth of the cave, hands stuffed under his armpits.

Letting the bone fall from your mouth, you get to your feet and trot inside. After giving yourself a good shake just near enough to him to hit him with bits of snow, you head farther inside where a crackling fire welcomes you.

“Do you have to do that every time?” he gripes, brushing his hands exaggeratedly on his coat.

Smirking, you flop on the stone floor with your wet belly near the flames.

Despite his annoyed expression, he settles next to you to scratch behind your ears. After a few weeks together, he’s learned exactly where you like to be pet.

“I’m glad you’re back for the night,” he says with a quiet smile.

Warmth curls through you at his words. You’re glad you are, too. Being with him makes you happy.

As you look at his fire-lit face, lined with both hardship and joy, your heart knows what you need to do: show him what you are. If things go badly, you can easily transform back into a wolf and disappear. He’d never be able to track you in these conditions.

Heart pounding with both fear and determination, you close your eyes and let your human self out. Now you’re laying on your side, naked and chilly, while Pedro’s fingers brush your neck.

He freezes, hand stilling, as he stares at you with saucer-sized eyes. His breathing grows erratic and his own heart beats loudly in your ears.

You stay still, but use your voice for the first time with him, “Hello.”

“What the fuck?” he wheezes, drawing back.

“It’s all right! Werewolves don’t hurt humans unless there’s no other choice.”

Pero swallows dryly. “Werewolves?”

Although you know it’s perfectly reasonable for him to be shocked, you’re starting to regret this. He’s looking at you like you’re a monster.

Another unbearable beat goes by with you remaining on the ground and him staring.

“I can turn back,” you say, voice wobbling with the threat of tears. Why did you think you should do this? You’ve risked everything so impulsively! “I’ll leave, you don’t have to ever see me again. Just… please don’t tell anyone!”

He reaches towards the nest of blankets where his large knife lays and you immediately transform back into a Wolf, ready to defend yourself.

But instead of grabbing the knife, he picks up one of the blankets. Although he’s still rather shaken, he says softly, “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you, either. You can be human, but you need something to wear. It’s too cold without fur.”

Pero lays the blanket over your fuzzy back, leaving it up to you what you want to do.

Now, his eyes are curious and hopeful, and there’s no lie in the thrum of his heart. So, you allow yourself to shed your fur once more under the comfort of the blanket.

He chuckles. “No wonder you didn’t like the names ‘Snowball’ or ‘White Fell’. What do you want me to call you?”

A sense of safety returns and you sit up, holding the edges of the fabric around you. With a shy smile, you tell him your real name.

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Ahhhh thank you so much for reading! ❤️

Hi- I don't know if you are still writing but I just wanted to say your fics are AMAZING. I constantly go back and re-read them whenever I need a good comfort fic. I also kinda had a random question about the Pero Tovar AU... how does he come to find out that the reader is a werewolf and not a magical dog?? If you're not writing or answering questions about your fics anymore I totally understand and please disregard this question. Much love from a reader!!!!

Anon, this note/ask absolutely made my day, you have no idea! I am deeply touched that you reread my stories and they bring you comfort. That's really my goal with my fan fics, to be a soft, sweet place to land.

While I do not write fan fic much anymore, I was delighted by your question of how he comes to find out Reader is a werewolf and had to write a little ficlette about that moment. I hope it is a satisfactory answer!

Much love to you, dear Reader, and thank you for your kind words and lovely ask!!! 🥰

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Werewolf Female Reader Summary: The new moon is upon you and Pero, which means you either have to leave him for a few days to hide your humanness or risk trusting him with the truth POV: Werewolf Reader Warnings: Mention of dead animals, non-sexual nudity, anxiety, brief fear of injury Words: 750 A/N: Takes place between Cooking and Proposal

Picking your canine teeth with a sharp bit of bone from your dinner, you look up at the night sky moodily. There’s only a sliver of the waning moon shining amongst the stars and you and Pero are nowhere near the bottom of the mountain.

A terrible blizzard has cost days of travel, forcing you two to hunker down in a cave. Even after the snow stopped, it’s been too cold for a human to be out in. The only choice is to wait for the temperature to rise a little more.

With less than two nights until the new moon, you’re faced with either disappearing for a few days or showing him you’re human.

The idea of leaving him without explanation, especially in these conditions, doesn’t sit right with you. Underneath that gruff, smelly exterior is a kindhearted man who you’ve come to care about and who cares about you, even if he does only see you as a magical dog and try to give you terrible names.

But to tell him is to potentially risk your life and that of the pack’s. He might try to kill you or share of your existence with others. It’s why there’s a rule never to tell humans.

“Come inside, pup, it’s too cold for even you,” he calls sternly from near the mouth of the cave, hands stuffed under his armpits.

Letting the bone fall from your mouth, you get to your feet and trot inside. After giving yourself a good shake just near enough to him to hit him with bits of snow, you head farther inside where a crackling fire welcomes you.

“Do you have to do that every time?” he gripes, brushing his hands exaggeratedly on his coat.

Smirking, you flop on the stone floor with your wet belly near the flames.

Despite his annoyed expression, he settles next to you to scratch behind your ears. After a few weeks together, he’s learned exactly where you like to be pet.

“I’m glad you’re back for the night,” he says with a quiet smile.

Warmth curls through you at his words. You’re glad you are, too. Being with him makes you happy.

As you look at his fire-lit face, lined with both hardship and joy, your heart knows what you need to do: show him what you are. If things go badly, you can easily transform back into a wolf and disappear. He’d never be able to track you in these conditions.

Heart pounding with both fear and determination, you close your eyes and let your human self out. Now you’re laying on your side, naked and chilly, while Pedro’s fingers brush your neck.

He freezes, hand stilling, as he stares at you with saucer-sized eyes. His breathing grows erratic and his own heart beats loudly in your ears.

You stay still, but use your voice for the first time with him, “Hello.”

“What the fuck?” he wheezes, drawing back.

“It’s all right! Werewolves don’t hurt humans unless there’s no other choice.”

Pero swallows dryly. “Werewolves?”

Although you know it’s perfectly reasonable for him to be shocked, you’re starting to regret this. He’s looking at you like you’re a monster.

Another unbearable beat goes by with you remaining on the ground and him staring.

“I can turn back,” you say, voice wobbling with the threat of tears. Why did you think you should do this? You’ve risked everything so impulsively! “I’ll leave, you don’t have to ever see me again. Just… please don’t tell anyone!”

He reaches towards the nest of blankets where his large knife lays and you immediately transform back into a Wolf, ready to defend yourself.

But instead of grabbing the knife, he picks up one of the blankets. Although he’s still rather shaken, he says softly, “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you, either. You can be human, but you need something to wear. It’s too cold without fur.”

Pero lays the blanket over your fuzzy back, leaving it up to you what you want to do.

Now, his eyes are curious and hopeful, and there’s no lie in the thrum of his heart. So, you allow yourself to shed your fur once more under the comfort of the blanket.

He chuckles. “No wonder you didn’t like the names ‘Snowball’ or ‘White Fell’. What do you want me to call you?”

A sense of safety returns and you sit up, holding the edges of the fabric around you. With a shy smile, you tell him your real name.

[princessbatears]

Hi- I don't know if you are still writing but I just wanted to say your fics are AMAZING. I constantly go back and re-read them whenever I need a good comfort fic. I also kinda had a random question about the Pero Tovar AU... how does he come to find out that the reader is a werewolf and not a magical dog?? If you're not writing or answering questions about your fics anymore I totally understand and please disregard this question. Much love from a reader!!!!

Anon, this note/ask absolutely made my day, you have no idea! I am deeply touched that you reread my stories and they bring you comfort. That's really my goal with my fan fics, to be a soft, sweet place to land.

While I do not write fan fic much anymore, I was delighted by your question of how he comes to find out Reader is a werewolf and had to write a little ficlette about that moment. I hope it is a satisfactory answer!

Much love to you, dear Reader, and thank you for your kind words and lovely ask!!! 🥰

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Werewolf Female Reader Summary: The new moon is upon you and Pero, which means you either have to leave him for a few days to hide your humanness or risk trusting him with the truth POV: Werewolf Reader Warnings: Mention of dead animals, non-sexual nudity, anxiety, brief fear of injury Words: 750 A/N: Takes place between Cooking and Proposal

Picking your canine teeth with a sharp bit of bone from your dinner, you look up at the night sky moodily. There’s only a sliver of the waning moon shining amongst the stars and you and Pero are nowhere near the bottom of the mountain.

A terrible blizzard has cost days of travel, forcing you two to hunker down in a cave. Even after the snow stopped, it’s been too cold for a human to be out in. The only choice is to wait for the temperature to rise a little more.

With less than two nights until the new moon, you’re faced with either disappearing for a few days or showing him you’re human.

The idea of leaving him without explanation, especially in these conditions, doesn’t sit right with you. Underneath that gruff, smelly exterior is a kindhearted man who you’ve come to care about and who cares about you, even if he does only see you as a magical dog and try to give you terrible names.

But to tell him is to potentially risk your life and that of the pack’s. He might try to kill you or share of your existence with others. It’s why there’s a rule never to tell humans.

“Come inside, pup, it’s too cold for even you,” he calls sternly from near the mouth of the cave, hands stuffed under his armpits.

Letting the bone fall from your mouth, you get to your feet and trot inside. After giving yourself a good shake just near enough to him to hit him with bits of snow, you head farther inside where a crackling fire welcomes you.

“Do you have to do that every time?” he gripes, brushing his hands exaggeratedly on his coat.

Smirking, you flop on the stone floor with your wet belly near the flames.

Despite his annoyed expression, he settles next to you to scratch behind your ears. After a few weeks together, he’s learned exactly where you like to be pet.

“I’m glad you’re back for the night,” he says with a quiet smile.

Warmth curls through you at his words. You’re glad you are, too. Being with him makes you happy.

As you look at his fire-lit face, lined with both hardship and joy, your heart knows what you need to do: show him what you are. If things go badly, you can easily transform back into a wolf and disappear. He’d never be able to track you in these conditions.

Heart pounding with both fear and determination, you close your eyes and let your human self out. Now you’re laying on your side, naked and chilly, while Pedro’s fingers brush your neck.

He freezes, hand stilling, as he stares at you with saucer-sized eyes. His breathing grows erratic and his own heart beats loudly in your ears.

You stay still, but use your voice for the first time with him, “Hello.”

“What the fuck?” he wheezes, drawing back.

“It’s all right! Werewolves don’t hurt humans unless there’s no other choice.”

Pero swallows dryly. “Werewolves?”

Although you know it’s perfectly reasonable for him to be shocked, you’re starting to regret this. He’s looking at you like you’re a monster.

Another unbearable beat goes by with you remaining on the ground and him staring.

“I can turn back,” you say, voice wobbling with the threat of tears. Why did you think you should do this? You’ve risked everything so impulsively! “I’ll leave, you don’t have to ever see me again. Just… please don’t tell anyone!”

He reaches towards the nest of blankets where his large knife lays and you immediately transform back into a Wolf, ready to defend yourself.

But instead of grabbing the knife, he picks up one of the blankets. Although he’s still rather shaken, he says softly, “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you, either. You can be human, but you need something to wear. It’s too cold without fur.”

Pero lays the blanket over your fuzzy back, leaving it up to you what you want to do.

Now, his eyes are curious and hopeful, and there’s no lie in the thrum of his heart. So, you allow yourself to shed your fur once more under the comfort of the blanket.

He chuckles. “No wonder you didn’t like the names ‘Snowball’ or ‘White Fell’. What do you want me to call you?”

A sense of safety returns and you sit up, holding the edges of the fabric around you. With a shy smile, you tell him your real name.

[princessbatears]

Hi- I don't know if you are still writing but I just wanted to say your fics are AMAZING. I constantly go back and re-read them whenever I need a good comfort fic. I also kinda had a random question about the Pero Tovar AU... how does he come to find out that the reader is a werewolf and not a magical dog?? If you're not writing or answering questions about your fics anymore I totally understand and please disregard this question. Much love from a reader!!!!

Anon, this note/ask absolutely made my day, you have no idea! I am deeply touched that you reread my stories and they bring you comfort. That's really my goal with my fan fics, to be a soft, sweet place to land.

While I do not write fan fic much anymore, I was delighted by your question of how he comes to find out Reader is a werewolf and had to write a little ficlette about that moment. I hope it is a satisfactory answer!

Much love to you, dear Reader, and thank you for your kind words and lovely ask!!! 🥰

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Werewolf Female Reader Summary: The new moon is upon you and Pero, which means you either have to leave him for a few days to hide your humanness or risk trusting him with the truth POV: Werewolf Reader Warnings: Mention of dead animals, non-sexual nudity, anxiety, brief fear of injury Words: 750 A/N: Takes place between Cooking and Proposal

Picking your canine teeth with a sharp bit of bone from your dinner, you look up at the night sky moodily. There’s only a sliver of the waning moon shining amongst the stars and you and Pero are nowhere near the bottom of the mountain.

A terrible blizzard has cost days of travel, forcing you two to hunker down in a cave. Even after the snow stopped, it’s been too cold for a human to be out in. The only choice is to wait for the temperature to rise a little more.

With less than two nights until the new moon, you’re faced with either disappearing for a few days or showing him you’re human.

The idea of leaving him without explanation, especially in these conditions, doesn’t sit right with you. Underneath that gruff, smelly exterior is a kindhearted man who you’ve come to care about and who cares about you, even if he does only see you as a magical dog and try to give you terrible names.

But to tell him is to potentially risk your life and that of the pack’s. He might try to kill you or share of your existence with others. It’s why there’s a rule never to tell humans.

“Come inside, pup, it’s too cold for even you,” Pero calls sternly from near the mouth of the cave, hands stuffed under his armpits.

Letting the bone fall from your mouth, you get to your feet and trot inside. After giving yourself a good shake just near enough to him to hit him with bits of snow, you head farther inside where a crackling fire welcomes you.

“Do you have to do that every time?” he gripes, brushing his hands exaggeratedly on his coat.

Smirking, you flop on the stone floor with your wet belly near the flames.

Despite his annoyed expression, he settles next to you to scratch behind your ears. After a few weeks together, he’s learned exactly where you like to be pet.

“I’m glad you’re back for the night,” he says with a quiet smile.

Warmth curls through you at his words. You’re glad you are, too. Being with him makes you happy.

As you look at his fire-lit face, lined with both hardship and joy, your heart knows what you need to do: show him what you are. If things go badly, you can easily transform back into a wolf and disappear. He’d never be able to track you in these conditions.

Heart pounding with both fear and determination, you close your eyes and let your human self out. Now you’re laying on your side, naked and chilly, while Pero’s fingers brush your neck.

He freezes, hand stilling, as he stares at you with saucer-sized eyes. His breathing grows erratic and his own heart beats loudly in your ears.

You stay still, but use your voice for the first time with him, “Hello.”

“What the fuck?” he wheezes, drawing back.

“It’s all right! Werewolves don’t hurt humans unless there’s no other choice.”

Pero swallows dryly. “Werewolves?”

Although you know it’s perfectly reasonable for him to be shocked, you’re starting to regret this. He’s looking at you like you’re a monster.

Another unbearable beat goes by with you remaining on the ground and him staring.

“I can turn back,” you say, voice wobbling with the threat of tears. Why did you think you should do this? You’ve risked everything so impulsively! “I’ll leave, you don’t have to ever see me again. Just… please don’t tell anyone!”

He reaches towards the nest of blankets where his large knife lays and you immediately transform back into a Wolf, ready to defend yourself.

But instead of grabbing the knife, he picks up one of the blankets. Although he’s still rather shaken, he says softly, “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you, either. You can be human, but you need something to wear. It’s too cold without fur.”

Pero lays the blanket over your fuzzy back, leaving it up to you what you want to do.

Now, his eyes are curious and hopeful, and there’s no lie in the thrum of his heart. So, you allow yourself to shed your fur once more under the comfort of the blanket.

He chuckles. “No wonder you didn’t like the names ‘Snowball’ or ‘White Fell’. What do you want me to call you?”

A sense of safety returns and you sit up, holding the edges of the fabric around you. With a shy smile, you tell him your real name.

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The curse of modern fandom is that it has allowed fans to get even closer to artists, but they won't view the artists as people.

Human limits, human mistakes, human feelings, human needs, are never ascribed to artists, and when other fans rightfully point out, "hey, humans are making this, maybe don't harass them or demand they cater to your personal tastes," it gets shut down under, "uh, people who make popular mainstream things are automatically Public Figures who are also probably rich, so eat the rich and destroy artists over every perceived minor fault. <3"

Even though there's, y'know, a really big strike currently going on because those artists are very much not rich or influential or in control of the bullshit.

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