No one could understand it.

She seemed so.. Normal.

All smiles and giggles and, sure, she had a little… Odd way of dressing, and the things she’d say about the moon and cards threw most of the family members off, but Pope seemed to really like her. She was nowhere near Craig or Baz’s type. Yet she was still charming enough.

The entire family just couldn’t see it.

She was a business owner, funny, smart, bubbly, and a league away from the norm of their world, yet she fit right in. None of Pope’s habits seemed to scare her.

He could stand as close as he wanted to her, and she’d smile.

He could watch her like a hawk with an unreadable look on his face, and she’d playfully wave.

He could take down a whole platter of ribs in front of her, and she’d tease him lightheartedly while wiping at his face.

Pope couldn’t see it either. Why him? How him? But one at a time, eventually, all of the Cody family members would come to learn that Pope? Wasn’t the scariest one in the relationship..

These are those times..

{ Number One: The Animal Bones }

“Andy…” Y/N whispers playfully. She always kept her voice low early in the morning as to not startle him. Pope was already a light sleeper. He opens his eyes and allows reality to seep back into his frontal lobe as he looks at his girlfriend in soft adoration.

“I gotta go. I just wanted to say good morning..” She says gently. Pope hated whenever he woke up in his bed all alone because she’d slipped away. It was a rule in their now one month relationship that even if he was asleep, she’d wake him for a proper goodbye.

“Work?” He whispers, forcing himself to wake up more. “I’ll drive you..” He says.

“No, no.” Y/N says fast, voice still quiet as she places a hand on his chest to stop him from sitting up fully. “I’m hiking.” She informs, making Pope frown a bit. She went hiking at least once a month and it was always an all day process. Usually, he didn’t mind the time spent away because he’d always be busy on a job, but.. He had nothing to do today.

“I.. Do you have to go today?” He asks carefully. She nods fast, as if pushing it off for another time would just be crazy. He sighs a bit and Y/N takes note.

“You can come with me..” She offers after a second or so. Pope looks up from his hands, pulled from his thoughts. He blinks for only a second before nodding fast.

“Yeah. Uh.. Yeah, let me get ready..” He says fast, getting up from the bed.

“I’ll pack extra gloves.” Y/N says excitedly while clapping her hands. It makes him pause.

“What?” He asks as he rushes to get a shirt on.

“Gloves! For the bones..” Y/N chuckles as if he should know this. Pope freezes. Y/N is slightly put off by the look that comes across his face, eyes getting dark.

“We have to hide a body?” He asks quietly.

“What?!” Y/N asks as he quickly snaps out of his previous mindset. “Andy, no! Animal bones..” She fusses.

He blinks slowly, taking a moment to really register her confusion. “Animal?” He asks, maybe to just clarify.

“Yes! I use certain bones for totems. For my alter. Then when I feel their energy depleting, I go looking for more..” She explains as Pope slowly nods, letting her.. Hobby truly sink in.

Finally, he speaks.

“Okay.”

Y/N smiles softly as she sits on the edge of the bed, watching him get dressed.

“Keep this in mind, Andy. I need at least two teeth or claw bones for protection for both of us, at least one spine for stability, and..” She lists before pausing. “Oh!” She says as if remembering. “I really hope I can find a Baculum bone..” She mutters mostly to herself.

“What’s that used for..?” Pope asks, already curious.

“Sexual energy..” Y/N smiles warmly at a now bashful looking Pope. He finishes the last few buttons on his shirt and Y/N stands from the bed, ready to go. She does pause in the doorway of their room though to look up at Pope.

“Would you have really helped me hide a body?” She asks curiously now, remembering the momentary confusion between the two.

“Yeah..” Pope says, voice quiet. He didn’t even have to think about it. Y/N pouts happily at his quick response.

“Awe..” She giggles before kissing his cheek..

{ Number Two: The Freezer }

“Jesus!” J hisses as he turns on the kitchen light, coming face to face with Y/N as she mixes something in a ceramic mug. He sighs, hand moving to rub his chest.

“You fucking scared me..” He notes as she only hums, eyes still down casted towards her drink. J shifts a bit, hesitating before walking into the kitchen fully. He was starved, and it was almost 1am. He could just ignore the weird behavior for now if it meant getting something in his system.

“Is uh… Pope’s sleeping?” He asks as his eyes scan the cabinet, just trying to make conversation as he searches for something good enough.

“Nope.” Y/N says, voice coming out more dull than it usually is. She pops the ‘p’ in that one word, as if pissed. J shifts a bit. She probably knew. He kind of turns to face her from over his shoulder, seeing her already watching him. He quickly turns back to the cabinet.

She definitely knew.

Earlier in the evening, Pope and J had gotten into it over some blueprints. It wasn’t one of their worst arguments, but it wasn’t pretty.

“Huh. Kind of late.” J tries.

“Yeah. He can’t sleep. Hence the brew.” She mutters, tone tight. J slowly nods, not knowing what to say to that. He instead turns to the fridge now.

“Yeah. You know. Business.” J shrugs, trying to keep his tone light. He can feel her eyes on him..

“No. I don’t know ‘business’..” She says slowly. “But I do know… That if you piss Pope off again.. I’ll put you in my freezer…” The threat comes out soft and slow. Most of the things Y/N says comes out that way. J pauses at the fridge, turning slowly to face Y/N now. He can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Like… You’re gonna try and shove me in your freezer?” He almost chuckles now.

“Not you, physically..” She clarifies, voice calm and expression still gentle. J shifts a bit, not liking how she had to specify it wouldn’t be a physical thing…

“Then what do you..” He trails off, deciding it’s best to just let it go. “I.. Noted.” He brushes off the urge to argue.

“Good.” Y/N says softly as J turns back to the fridge. “Because, J?” She asks. He looks back at her. “You wouldn’t like it in there…” She warns quietly, the corners of her lips twitching slight as if trying not to smile at the thought.

J quickly closes the fridge.

“Yeah, Imma.. I’ll just grab something outside..” He says fast before walking out of the kitchen.

{ Number Three: The Cards }

“We’re going out tonight, right?”

The question leaves Craig’s mouth before he can stop himself. He knows the answer before Pope even has a moment to shake his head.

“I can’t. Movie night.” He says simply as Craig groans over dramatically.

“Come on, Pope. Ditch her for one night..” Craig tries. He knows deep down his brother won’t do it though. He’s down bad, and Craig can only watch in disappointment as his brother slowly morphs into a well kept house cat..

“I told Y/N tonight was for us. I can’t go back on that..” Pope says simply as he overlooks the ocean from the boardwalk they were hanging out at. They were waiting for Deran so they could finally call it a night.

“Well, just tell her your sick..” Craig shrugs.

“I’m not sick.” Pope points out.

“No, I know you aren’t!” Craig huffs, getting annoyed already. “Just tell her you are. Say you’re staying home. Then you can hang out tonight..” He explains.

Pope hesitates, and for a brief moment, Craig thinks he’s convinced him. Then, ever so slowly, Pope shakes his head again. “I can’t.” He mutters as Craig sighs heavily with an eye roll, feeling defeated.

“I can’t lie to Y/N, man.” Pope continues simply. “She’ll find out eventually..” He states.

“Oh..” Craig says, nodding like he understands now. “What? She’s got like.. A tracker on your phone?” He asks. Pope pauses, finally looking away from the beach’s beautiful sunset to eye his younger brother.

“What? No.” He says fast. “It’s..” He sighs with a shift of his footing. “The cards..” He finally explains. Craig stares at him blankly.

“The what?” Craig asks.

“The cards, man. The cards will tell her..” Pope nods certainly. Craig blinks a bit, letting a beat of silence sit between them before he softly talks.

“See..” He finally says slowly. “You gotta stop saying weird shit like that, man.” He says to Pope before dropping the topic completely.

That was until dinner two nights later. Y/N waited for a moment where her and Craig could be alone so she could look him directly in the eyes. Height difference be damned. “Don’t ever pressure Pope again, okay?” She asks gently, voice eerily calm. Craig is stunned for a split second before laughing it off, trying to crack a joke only to have her walk away.

Feeling off afterwards, Craig found Pope. “You told on me, man. What are you? A baby?” He tries to taunt, but Pope just looks at him as if completely lost.

“The.. Our conversation. Going out.” Craig informs fast to ring a bell. “Y/N just told me not to try that again.” He informs.

“I.. Didn’t tell her anything.” Pope says, voice still calm. Craig chuckles.

“You’re fucking with me.” He says as Pope just shakes his head.

“The cards. I told you..” He says simply as he walks away.

Craig never found out for sure if Pope and Y/N were just messing with him, but.. He never tested it again..

{ Number Four: The Butterfly }

“Pope! We gotta go, man!” Baz shouts as the door behind him opens. Y/N walks in happily, balancing brown paper bags full of groceries in both arms. Baz quickly moves to help her, putting on that charming smile that doesn’t trick Y/N in the slightest. But, she plays nice…

“Thanks.” She sighs as they set the bags in the kitchen before she remembers something.

“Oh!” She quickly rushes off towards her alter and opens a drawer before walking back over to Baz. “Pope and I are celebrating our three months this weekend. You know him best..” She begins as hands over the frame.

“You think he’ll like it?” She asks as Baz looks at the frame and freezes, almost dropping it. Inside the display frame was a butterfly.

“It’s a Common Buckeye..” She smiles, as if proud of herself.

“Oh god..” Baz mutters as he gets a bit squeamish, handing the frame right back.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Y/N asks, ignoring the look on his face as she admires her handiwork on this gift. “So?” She turns back to Baz. “You think Pope’s gonna like it?” She asks eagerly.

“I uh…” Baz hesitates. “Is it… Alive?!” He asks finally, hands rubbing at his jeans.

“What?! No!” Y/N giggles at that. She carefully sets it down on the counter top. “Found her in my garden. I don’t like pests in my things..” Y/N explains gently.

Baz opens his mouth. He can’t even begin to speak. Y/N continues on though.

“Do you know how long it takes to find one that’s dead but in perfect condition? Especially a beautiful one like this?” She asks as she shakes her head at her luck.

“You… Did you.. Kill-” Y/N gasps, cutting Baz off yet again.

“Of course not!” She says. “But I do go hunting.” She adds. Baz eyes the butterfly, having to look away again at how weird it looked.

“You… You picked up and framed a dead butterfly?” He asks finally.

Oh yeah, Pope and Y/N deserved each other.

“You can’t just pick it up..” Y/N shakes her head. “It takes so much patience and gentle movements. You have to carefully grab it by the thorax to avoid rubbing off the wing scales, then you need to very slowly soften the-” It’s Baz’s turn to interrupt now.

“Pope! I’ll be waiting in the car!” He calls before walking out of the house..

{ Number Five: The (Not) Water }

“Don’t drink that!”

Deran almost drops the glass mason jar as Y/N rushes over to him. She grabs the cold jar out of his hands just as Pope comes into the kitchen. The two men had been working in the living room when Deran go thirsty.

He’d made his way into the kitchen like he’d done a hundred times before and found a jar of water.

“What?! What’s wrong with the water?!” Deran asks, staring at Y/N like she’s nuts. She looks at him in the exact same fashion.

“This isn’t water!” She scoffs before moving to put it back in the fridge. Pope also shakes his head as if Deran should know that.

“What the hell is it, then?” He asks as both Pope and Y/N walk out of the kitchen, leaving him utterly confused and freaked out.

“What is it?!” He calls again.

bf!pope cody who... is a biter. he love the sensation and the way you react. he bites anything and everything. its gotten to the point where you've banned certain positions because he cant stop biting you. he doesn't even do it on purpose!! he just needed somewhere to rest his head... not his fault your shoulders were perfect for sinking his teeth into.

"pope!" you squeal, pushing him back lightly. his eyes rove over you, his blank expression unmoving on his face. "i thought we agreed no more biting."

he grumbles lowly before tucking his face back into the crook of your neck where he had it before you'd so rudely evicted him. "yeah. 'm sorry baby," he mumbles softly. his teeth graze against your skin as he continues, "cant help it." you huffed softly as you felt his teeth connect back with your skin.

"pope. quit it." he whines softly at the demand. cant let him get away with everything but you'd be lying to say you didnt like it