#canine/lupine headed

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Hermanubis or Abraxas or ? (a Roman limestone relief) [3rd century AD] by Peter Via Flickr: Hermanubis or Abraxas or ? (a Roman limestone relief) [3rd century AD] - Christie's A wolf- (or dog-)headed deity on this Roman limestone relief from the 3rd century AD, depicting some form of offering scene. A syncretic, hybridised deity, taking up characteristics from different deities: a wolf head, crowned with sheaves of wheat, and holding a key, the snake-like legs perhaps more an indicator of the cosmic warrior god Abraxas (but Abraxas is usually represented with the head of a lion or cock, together with sword and shield) the rest of the god is human, clothed in animal skin; in his right hand, he holds a key, and in his left hand, a caduceus and sheaves of wheat (the caduceus is an attribute of Mercury, together with the ram depicted on the left), and also some 'poppies' (healing quality? pain reliever ! hypnotic !). A bearded man kneeling at the right, presenting a loaf of bread on an offering table, its support with a lion head and a feline paw. Finally we do not know what kind of deity we are dealing with here: wheat, key, caduceus, poppies,... - does seem to be rather benign: fertility and prosperity? and the offering is also rather harmless: a load of bread. And it seem to be unkown where the stele was found). Text modified after Ralph Haussler: Wolf & Mythology ralphhaussler.weebly.com/wolf-mythology-italy-greek-celti... Photo from Christie's: www.christies.com/lotfinder/Lot/a-roman-limestone-relief-...

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The Cutest Thing - Sirius Black

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Summary: When you visit the Marauders' dorm to ask Remus for help with your Charms homework, you're surprised to find a large black dog in the room.

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You hurried through the hallways of Gryffindor Tower, clutching your Charms textbook and muttering to yourself. The essay Flitwick assigned was due tomorrow, and you were in desperate need of help. Luckily, Remus Lupin was your go-to for all things academic, and you figured he wouldn’t mind you dropping by the Marauders’ dorm.

When you reached their door, you knocked softly at first, then a bit louder when no one answered. From inside, you could hear what sounded like… barking? Frowning, you knocked again. Still no answer. The barking continued, frantic and insistent.

Worried something was wrong, you slowly pushed the door open.

“Hello? Remus?”

The scene that greeted you was not what you expected. Remus was sitting cross-legged on his bed, nose buried in a book. James was lounging on his bed, tossing a ball in the air, while Peter sat at the desk scribbling something on parchment. In the center of the room was a large, black dog pawing at Remus, barking as if trying to get his attention.

You froze in the doorway.

James noticed you first, the ball dropping to his chest with a thud. “When did you get here?”

You gestured at the dog. “Uh… whose dog is that?”

All three boys froze, exchanging a fleeting, panicked glance.

“Oh, him?” James said quickly, sitting up. “We, uh, found him outside. Poor thing was injured, so we brought him in to heal him up.”

Your heart melted instantly. “Oh, you poor thing!” You crouched down, extending a hand toward the dog. “C’mere, boy.”

The dog—who had been ignoring the boys entirely—turned to you immediately, tail wagging furiously. He sniffed your hand, then began licking it enthusiastically.

You laughed, scratching behind his ears. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And your fur is so soft!”

The dog leaned into your touch, practically vibrating with joy.

James cleared his throat. “Yeah, he’s, uh, a good boy. Aren’t you, boy?”

“What are you going to do with him after he’s healed?” you asked, looking up at the boys.

The dog let out a whine, nudging your hand with his nose.

“Not sure yet,” Remus said tightly, glaring at the dog as if it had personally insulted him. “Probably just let him back out where we found him.”

You frowned, running your fingers through the dog’s fur. “That’s so sad. I’ll miss you so much, boy.”

The dog whined louder, pressing his head into your lap.

James stood abruptly. “Well, it’s getting late! You should probably head back to your dorm now.”

You blinked. “It’s six o’clock?”

“Yep, still, you’ve got a big day tomorrow,” James said, ushering you toward the door.

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” you laughed, giving the dog one last scratch behind the ears. “Bye, cutie!”

The dog barked, wagging his tail so hard it thumped against the bedpost.

The moment the door closed behind you, Remus rounded on the dog.

“Change back, now.”

With a shimmer of fur and a crack, Sirius Black stood in the middle of the room, his trademark smirk firmly in place.

“Did you hear her?” he asked, looking positively delighted. “She said I was the cutest!”

Peter groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

Remus scowled. “You’re insufferable.”

“I can’t help it,” Sirius said, throwing himself onto James’s bed dramatically. “I’ve got the charm—both human and canine.”

James rolled his eyes. “Just don’t get too comfortable, Pads. She’ll find out eventually.”

“And when she does,” Sirius said, grinning like a maniac, “she’ll already think I’m adorable.”

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A/N ~ just a short little blurb because I’m bored

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

hii!! first off i wanna say congrats on 5k you deserve it so much!! can i do remus lupin and fake dating please and ty!

Thanks so much lovely!

cw: alcohol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 969 words

“Your favorite color is green,” you say, passing Remus a glass of champagne. 

His brow twitches as he takes it from you, holding it by the stem like an adult. You adjust your grip on yours accordingly. “What?” 

“Your friend Sirius cornered me by the bar. I panicked.” 

“Ah.” Remus tucks a tongue into his cheek, just shy of the corner of his mouth, and takes a sip. “I’ve always told him I didn’t have a favorite.” 

You chew your lip, nodding. “Okay. That’s okay, we can just say you told me because you’re, like, so into me.” 

He chuckles. “So into you I divulged to you the deep, dark secret of my favorite color?” 

“Mhm. Think he’ll buy it?” 

“He might, actually.” He takes another sip of his champagne, and you remember to have a bit of yours. You could probably use it. Remus looks perfectly composed, and surprisingly dapper in his suit, done up to the top button with the collar just barely brushing a thin, pale scar circling a third of his neck. Contrastly, you’re a jumble of nerves. “Sirius likes to think I’m holding out on them, it might fit into his narrative that I’d kept it a secret all these years.” 

“And if he does figure it out, we could probably just tell him, right?” you ask, and somehow your champagne is half gone. Damned duplicitous, narrow glasses. 

Remus’ smile softens as it bubbles down your throat, and you know he can read what you’re thinking on your face. You’re a shit actress, an even worse liar. You’re going to ruin this for him. 

“We could,” he says, “but he’ll only tell James.” 

“Really?” You look at the man still standing by the bar, now chatting with a blonde you don’t know but suspect in a few minutes will have to pretend you’ve heard Remus talk about a million times. Sirius has managed to wear a leather jacket to a wedding, thrown on right after the reception in what Remus has informed you is typical fashion for him. He grins with one half of his mouth as he talks, flashing canines when he really means it. “He doesn’t strike me as a narc.” 

Remus steps closer to you as someone moves past him, lowering his voice. You can smell his cologne, woody and vaguely sweet. “He’s not. He and James tell each other everything, though.” 

“Oh. That’s sweet, actually.” 

James is the one you’re really here for. It’s his wedding, and months ago when he and his fiancee sent out invitations he’d asked if Sirius or Remus would need a plus-one. Sirius said yes immediately, and by some manner you can’t say you understand but Remus assures you is very typical of them, this evidently devolved into a bet on whether Remus could actually find a date that met his standards and that he was willing to ask to come to the wedding with him. 

As it turns out, Remus is more competitive than you would have guessed. 

According to James and Sirius, no one is ever good enough for him. You’re here to disprove that, though you don’t love that your work crush asked you out because he couldn’t find anyone he wanted to actually date. Still, Remus is your friend, and you were never going to say no to helping him. If you’d known you’d get to see him in this suit, you probably would have said yes even faster. 

“Do you want another?” Remus asks, and you look down to find your champagne glass is empty. 

“Oh my gosh, sorry.” You set the glass down on a nearby table, embarrassment a tickle over your skin. “Yeah, probably best not.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” He tilts his head at you, smiling in that gentle, kind way of his. “You’re here not on a job, love, you should have a good time.” 

“I feel like I am, a little bit.” Your laugh bubbles out of you easily, fizzy like the champagne. “I want to at least act like someone your friends believe you could be interested in.” 

“Just be yourself,” Remus reassures you. “They’ll believe it.” 

Something in your gut flitters at what that could mean. You don’t let yourself think on it. “What if I wanted to dance?” 

He smiles. “Then you should do that.” 

“But would you dance with me?” 

“I would hold your things for you.” His grin takes on a sheepish quality. “Find a chair to watch with all the other lame boyfriends.” 

You tsk. “You’re not lame, Remus.” He looks like he wants to contradict you, but he kisses his teeth instead. “I think I’d rather stay with you, if that’s alright. We can go sit in chairs amongst the lame boyfriends if you like.” 

Remus considers you for a moment. The sky has turned a deep blue around you, the string lights hung up around the space casting a warm glow that filters through his hair and makes it appear more golden than brown. “I would go dance with you if you wanted me to,” he admits. 

You blink. “Really?” 

“Well, maybe not dance so much as hold both our drinks and stand near you while you danced, but I want to stay with you, too.” Remus glances away from your eyes for a moment, a shyness you haven’t seen since you first met in his expression. “If you want to dance, I’ll go with you.” 

You take his hand on impulse, the scars and calluses of his skin alternately rough and smooth between your palms. “I don’t want to make you,” you tell him earnestly, “but I really do want to dance.” 

Remus looks to the side, his smile almost begrudging. “You’re not making me,” he says. 

You end up getting another glass of champagne after all.

[milunalupin]

— 2:30pm

poly!marauders ft. lily evans x reader (platonic?) dental office!au ★ 400 words

"It truly made my skin crawl."

You shuddered as you retold your coworkers about walking in on one of the doctor's more intense surgeries.

"That's why I work up here, where it's clean." Lily chirped, pumping hand sanitizer onto her freshly manicured hands, rubbing it in more than what was usually deemed necessary.

"Well not always, there was that one patient who's gums wouldn't stop bleeding over the counter-"

"Peter, please!" Lily gasped, hastily rummaging through her desk drawers to find her antibacterial wipes.

"C'mon Pete, you know how Lily feels about invasive periodontal surgeries." the office hygienist, James, strolls up to the front with his current patient. "Now let's get Phoebe scheduled for her next cleaning, please."

While your coworkers handled the scheduling, you followed James to the back to help the assistant clean the rooms for the upcoming patients.

"Hey sweet tooth," Sirius grinned at you, perfect canines on display. "Did you get all dolled up for me today?"

You rolled your eyes in return and helped pick up the trash in the room while he collected the used tools. "I'm wearing the scrubs as you are, Sirius."

"And you're making them look fantastic. Sexy, if I may."

"You may not. But, you may finish setting up room four, that root canal should be here any minute."

You shook your head with smile as he huffed and turned on his heel. Tossing the trash in the bin on the way to the break room, you see Dr. Lupin leaning against the counter with his eyes closed, fingers curled around his steaming mug of coffee.

"Still not awake, Remus?" you teased, opening your locker to replace your scrub top with your fuzzy jacket.

His eyes slowly peeled open, "I've done a root canal and two extractions already, with another root canal on the way."

You send him a sympathetic smile as you go to leave the break room, but James blocks the exit, insisting that you two just have to hear his new joke. Remus and you exchange amused glances before letting James continue.

"What's a dentist's favorite time of day?"

The hygienist looked back and forth between the two of you with the shiniest grin, leaning in as if to tell you his biggest secret.

"Tooth hurty. Get it? Two-th hurt-y. Like two-thirty? Why aren't you guys laughing? I worked on that all—"

"I'm going on my lunch."

[idiopath-fic-smile]

If you are still taking Halloween fic requests:

Member of a monster-themed novelty band Grantaire x Actual Vampire Enjolras

oh HELL YEAHHHHHH

i'd apologize for the ensuing silliness but you can probably gather that is a hallmark of the fledgling "monster-themed novelty band x actual literal monster" genre. this is part one; i may write more tomorrow

“Grantaire,” Joly panted, “come quick, it’s a party emergency!”

Grantaire, who might as well have lived inside a glass case labeled BREAK IN CASE OF PARTY EMERGENCY, flipped himself right side up from where he’d been about to attempt a keg stand, and nodded solemnly, clapping his hands together. The blood rushed back to his head in a giddy wave.

“What do you need?” he asked.

Joly nodded at Bossuet to explain as the three of them barreled down the hallway.

“Here’s the thing,” said Bossuet, “we hired a band tonight, but the lead singer got way too high and now he thinks he needs to liberate all the notes from his guitar.”

Grantaire cocked his head to one side. “Does that explain why someone’s spent the past hour loudly and determinedly playing scales?”

“I don’t pretend to understand the inebriate’s mind!” Joly shouted, gesticulating wildly. The effect was slightly undercut by the bottle of gin in his hand.

“Point is,” said Bossuet, still walking at an almost-run, “we already rounded up Eponine and Bahorel. We need you guys to take the stage and salvage what’s left of tonight. C’mon, Bahorel says your sound is really getting there.”

“We’re not a band,” Grantaire insisted. “We’re a support group that keeps getting noise violations. We’ve never even played a gig.” He knew he probably sounded whiny but it had been a long week. His minimum possible math requirement was kicking his ass. “Besides, I had plans for tonight. I was gonna get laid.” Or at least, he was going to do his damnedest. Believe in yourself. Manifest your dreams. No I in team.

Bossuet simultaneously peered at Grantaire and pulled him through a door. “Is that why you’re dressed as…god, I don’t know, what do you call all this?”

“I thought he was an Animorph,” announced Joly. “Like, at a midpoint in the transformation to some kind of hairy animal.”

Grantaire coughed.

“Sorry,” said Joly easily. “A Sexy Mid-Transformation Animorph.”

“Shit, take in some culture once in a while, this is embarrassing,” said Grantaire. He gestured at the wolf ears on his headband, the fur glued to the cuffs of his shirtsleeves, the canine nose he’d drawn over his own with Eponine’s eyeliner pencil, the strategically ripped shirt and jeans. “I’m a Sexy Wolfman,” he said. “Obviously.”

He and Eponine, who had watched Ginger Snaps every day for the past month, had agreed to go as a pair of werewolves, but then Eponine had abandoned their pack of two to go make out with Cosette, which he really should’ve seen coming. He couldn’t even hold it against her; Eponine had been “casually” memorizing Cosette’s general weekly schedule for the past couple of semesters, when she wasn’t watching Cosette moony-eyed from the other side of the Quad. It was all probably very cute.

“Well, Wolfman,” said Bossuet, nudging Grantaire in the direction of the makeshift stage, where Bahorel was taking a seat behind the drums and Eponine was—reluctantly, by the look of it—re-tuning her borrowed bass. “You three have about thirty seconds to think of a band name.”

Grantaire picked up the electric guitar and raised his eyebrows at Eponine, whose lupine makeup was now marred by bright red lip marks, like something from a cartoon. Her own lips were smeared crimson, which was to be expected, but.

“She stopped to kiss you multiple times on the cheek?” he muttered.

“Shut up,” said Eponine, visibly blushing. “How’s your quest for a meaningless hookup?”

Grantaire let out a long breath. “Not even the furries are biting,” he admitted as Eponine snickered.

“Band names, people,” said Bahorel. He adjusted a cymbal. “I don’t have all night.”

“Hello,” Grantaire intoned into the microphone. “We are Not Even the Furries Are Biting! This first song—”

“Gonna kill you and make it look like an accident,” Eponine crooned low in his ear. “The embarrassing kind. Toilet-related.”

The thing was, in their capacity as a very loud sort-of group therapy session, with October 31st on the horizon, they had actually been talking about the appeal of wolves as a metaphor for the parts of oneself that felt wild or lonely or unlovable. To that effect, they’d been toying with a couple songs.

Maybe, thought Grantaire, this would not be a complete and total clusterfuck.

They played “I was a Teenage Werewolf” by The Cramps. They played “I’m The Wolf Man” by Round Robin. They played “Werewolf” by The Frantics. Any time he, Bahorel, or Eponine ran into a snag—a fumbled note, a missed beat, a patch that wasn’t perfectly memorized—Grantaire attempted to cover for them by throwing back his head and wailing, as if he was losing more and more of his grip on his humanity.

They were just finishing the first verse of The Black Keys’ “Howling for You” when Grantaire saw him: a tall, handsome stranger lingering at the back edge of the room, with intense eyes and an even more intense air of stone-cold sobriety. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t frowning, just—looking. Disapprovingly? Apathetically? Saddled with a bad case of heartburn? It was hard to tell.

The chorus started up, and Grantaire sang along with Eponine and Bahorel:

“Da da da da da, da da da da da da—”

Grantaire grinned as more and more of the crowd joined in—pulled along less by the band’s general prowess or charisma and more by a drunk college student’s inherent love of an easy earworm, but Grantaire wasn’t splitting hairs at this point.

“Da da da da da, da da da da da—”

A sea of bobbing, singing partygoers, and there on the fringes, Offensively Sober Guy stood perfectly still, watching Grantaire so intently that Grantaire almost forgot the words to the refrain.

Or rather, the word.

Or rather, the single repeating syllable.

To Offensively Sober’s left, two guys attempted to clink their beer bottles together and somehow lost their balance, careening into him. He maintained his impeccable posture as if they weren’t even in the room, never breaking his stare. It was honestly a little creepy.

For reasons Grantaire would later not be able to fully reconstruct, he decided the funniest thing to do would be to wink and smirk and generally pretend like Sober was really, really into him.

[musclejedi-tameem]

Bryan was not having a good day at all. Every little thing seemed to be setting him off and making him angry. His body also hurt all over and he couldn’t figure out why. His skin just felt tight. When he got home from work, late which was a bother thing that made him angry, he sank down into the couch to try and rest before he changed clothes and had dinner. On his phone he noticed a text from the man he had hooked up with last week, which was odd since they hadn’t spoken since. But Bryan thought maybe he was interested in meeting up again, the guy was a total daddy and was huge and muscular and hairy and Bryan had enjoyed their night together. But the text just said “Enjoy your night pup.” While tying to figure out what that meant or if he had gotten the wrong text or something Bryan looked outside and saw that the moon was already rising and that it was full. At that moment he was seized with stabbing pains all over his body and he fell to the floor as he groaned. When he opened his eyes he noticed that his hands were pulsing and growing longer and that his nails were growing out into thick claws. He moaned more as he felt his body being pumped up as his muscles grew in thick and started tearing his clothes off. Through the pain he felt itchy as thick brown fur began to come his muscles and he realized in a daze that he was becoming a werewolf! He thought it was a dream but the pain was too intense and real. He groan more as a sharp pain in his ass heralded the growth of his bushy tail. His feet formed into large clawed paws and his legs painfully bent backwards into canine like hocks. It was then that he entered the final bits of his transformation and his ears grew and became pointed and shifted to the top of his head. His face pushed out into a long lupine muzzle and his teeth grew sharp and pointed. His eyes became sharp and predatory and glowed a bright blue as he felt his new lungs heave as he gave his first howl. “Arrroooo!!!!!” Bryan was gone now, for the rest of the night he was now this beast and he was not in control. Thankfully Bryan lived on the edge of town so the new werewolf busted out the open window and off into the night. Waiting for him outside was a massive black werewolf, the man that Bryan had hooked up with a week before, he treated his new pack brother and together they went off to hunt for the rest of the night. Now they would always be together bound by the moon cycle.

[whorediaries-09]

now i'm your daisy;

pairing- priest!remus lupin x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, dark themes. (let me know i should add more) [this is a dark fic. your media consumption is your choice and i'm not responsible for it. please do not continue under cut if you're uncomfortable.] a/n- here ya go honey @fictional-magic. i won't gatekeep ✍️.

ps- not using my regular taglist since this is a topic many people can be uncomfortable with.

little train

don't blame me (part one aka context)

' something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise shakin, pacin', i just need you. '

in the sweet innocence of the gentle sin, he worships you like a deity. like fresh poison, he consumes you, his lips travelling to every part of your body. he tells you his sins when he slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. he feels like a dog at the shrine of your light.

'you taste so delicious,' he whispers, as you nod. his hand unzips your dress, taking off the white fabric from your body. the cold air greets you, hardening your nipples into little nubs. he circles his fingers around him, his lips now on your neck.

'i've never had sex in a church before,' he says, sinking his canine into your neck. he sucks on the slightly sore spot and your hand travels into his locks.

'there's a...first time for everything i suppose,' you tease, arching your back. he laughs,

'i'm sure he won't mind. here let me help you with that,' you shimmy out of your cotton underwear.

'you'll have to say more than just your the rosary,' you say as he falls on his knees, his fingers sliding along the folds of your cunt. you arch your hips onto his fingers, the cruel hot madness of lust and greed ruining the plethora of your innocence. he slides his tongue between thighs, and you shake, your fingernails gripping onto his shoulder.

'yes, i'll have to say more than just the rosary. you're very funny,' he laughs, his tongue lapping onto your clit. you shake, and he catches you by your leg. he puts his thigh on your shoulder, his mouth still sucking on your sweet bundle of nerves. you arch your back, and he cranes his neck to see you ruining apart by his constant flicking and teasing.

'god forgive me,' you say, as he inserts two of his fingers into you. your fingers catch onto his hair, and you push him deeper between your legs. he licks up on your cunt, ravaging you like a starved man.

'we-shouldn't be doing this, but i want you so bad,' you scream, your voice echoing through the walls of the church. he pumps into you faster, finding your sweet spot with a curl of his long fingers.

'please, mr. lupin, right there-' you push his head deeper, as deep as you can, his stubble rubbing against the skin, wounding you with the mark of your sins. it breaks you apart into the havoc, when you feel your orgasm snap out of your body, your release pouring out of your body, coating his tongue.

he stands on his feet, his arm circling around your waist as he kisses you again, his mouth brandishing into yours. he lets the taste of you and his saliva down your throat and taste buds. it makes you shiver.

'i don't want to fuck you on the pier, it's not very comfy,' he says. his eyes wander about, and he continues, 'up on the altar,' your eyes widen.

'what? are you serious?' he nods,

'yes i'm serious, now up the altar,'

you walk towards the altar, your legs still shaky with the blissful euphoria. his hands grab you by your hips and he helps you up on it.

'perfect height,' he breathes, spreading your slick legs, 'lie back, sweetheart,' his eyes wander about your figure, legs wide apart, flushed cheeks, tears and mascara rolling down your face, and messy hair.

'just a like fucking angel,' he says, 'lay down for me sweetheart,' the stature of jesus hangs above you, the remnant of the sunshine filtering through the windows. as he slides down his shaft within your folds, teasing your slit with the tip of his cock his eyes wander over to the crucified jesus on the cross,

'perhaps, you'll forgive me,' he says. then he lowers down his eyes to your form, spread down beneath him. his hand wanders to your waist. 'perhaps, he's a bit jealous too,' he smiles. he digs his fingernails deep into your waist, pulling you closer and the other teases your entrance slowly with the tip of his cock.

'i'm gonna slide right in there okay? just tell me if you're uncomfortable,' he gasps, pushing himself inside of you. you arch your back, sinful moans leaving your mouth, his shaft filling you up to the brink. he braces himself by holding onto the edge of the altar, his knuckles turning white with the pressure.

'god, you're so wet f'me,' he praises, his finger now tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

'jus' for you mr. lupin,' you mumble, quietly gasping as he pulls himself out just to push himself back into you again. his finger circles on your stimulated clit and breathes,

'sweetheart, the sounds you make. someone could hear them and walk right in, but don't you fucking stop.' he chuckles darkly, 'i want them to walk in, let the fucking world know how good you feel,'

'please,' you whimper, motioning him to continue. he nods, catching you by your hips and slowly rutting into you, pining you to the cold wood of the altar.

'god, why haven't we done this before? i have wanted to, believe me so many times,'

'me too, mr. lupin.' the pressure of his hands increase on your waist as he pulls you closer, pushing himself deeper, so deep you feel him in your cervix,

'really? i'm glad to know the feeling is mutual,' he bends down, his teeth nibbling and mouth sucking on the bites he leaves behind,

'that sunday you sat with me for hours discussing the gospels, i wanted to fuck you so bad, take you on the floor, marking you as mine. i wanted to push your head down on my cock the whole time i watched your mouth move,' he says, chuckling darkly as you clench around his cock. his finger linger on your lips, 'those lips, warm, welcoming and glistening with your spit,'

'you like the sound of that? i feel you clenching around my cock,' you nod, and he smiles, his tongue swiping for his lower lip.

'such a perfect warm and wet cunt,' he praises, 'i so quick witted, always has something to say.' he rubs your clit, and your walls convulse around him. your chest heaves as the hotness fills you up. you flutter your eyelashes as you feel his thrusts grow sloppy. wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him closer, ravaging your mouth on his.

'fuck, fuck, i'm going to cum,' he says. he presses his hand down on your hip, 'please tell me i can cum inside you, fill you up,' you nod, your head in the euphoria of the shrine of your sins, as your cunt convulses around him and you release your orgasm around him for the second time that evening.

'please cum inside me, remus,' when you speak his name, his control topples over the edge of his insanity and he releases himself you, chanting your name. his cum drips out your abused hole when he pulls out his softened cock, painting your thighs and falling on the altar he fucked you over. your chest heaves with satisfactory exhaustion.

his eyes burn through you, and the lores of lust break down. he realizes he should've worshipped you sooner. he should've been your daisy sooner. you were his darkest little paradise, and he wanted nothing more than you. he'd fall from grace, to be succumbed by the madness of your serene lust. the only heaven he could be send to was when he alone with you, even when you offered him a deathless death.

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Bronze

words: 785

@wolfstarmicrofic

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It was the summer before sixth year, Sirius was finally living with the Potters and everything was looking up. His nightmares were less frequent, he was sleeping more and eating an amount fit for a teenage boy. Effie was trying to teach him to cook and some of it was going in. It really seemed like the perfect summer.

Until Remus returned from France, Lyall Lupin had ministry work in Marseille for almost five weeks, meaning that Sirius hadn’t seen Remus in over a month. He did notice that he didn’t care as much about not seeing Pete for over a month but shrugged it off as a canine camaraderie thing.

When Remus popped out of the grand fireplace in the drawing room, Sirius was speechless. Remus, with his sandy hair and his pink cheeks, was now all shades of bronze. He had freckles.

James seemed to sense that they’d be getting no sense out of Sirius for a little while, “Fuck, Moony. You’re all… Did you just lie under the sun the whole time?”

“Reading in the sun is the best way to spend a summer.” Remus looked curiously at Sirius. “Maybe not if you’re as pale as you, Pads. You’d just burn.”

“He’d go a glorious pink!” James said proudly. “Want a cuppa?”

“Yeah, I’d love one. Thanks, Prongs.” Remus dropped his bag onto the floor by the sofa as James bustled off to make the tea. “Pete not here yet?”

Sirius shook his head trying to tear his eyes away from Remus’ face, “Nah, he’s getting here about six. His mum has a thing or something.”

Remus nodded, “How’s your summer been? Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

“Honestly, best summer ever.” Sirius finally relaxed, “I still don’t feel like it’s real. I keep expecting to wake up back at Grimmauld Place.”

“You never need to wake up there again,” Remus said softly, and Sirius smiled at him. “Thanks for writing to me, by the way. Not that being in Marseilles wasn’t great, but Dad had work and then with Mum having to go back and care for Nana, it was lonely.”

“Oh, no problem. Thanks for writing back. Hope it didn’t interrupt your tanning sessions.”

“Do I really look that different?” Remus chewed on the side of his lip.

“You’re all… bronze. Your hair, your face. It’s wild. Your scars being paler than your skin is weird. In a good way!” He added hastily, “It suits you.”

“Well, thanks.” Remus could feel his face growing even darker. “It’s a shame we’re about to go back to Scottish Autumn.”

“You could find one of those muggle squirty tans.”

Remus chuckled, “Nah, I don’t think that’s for me. I’ll just fade back to pale Remus and it’ll be like it never happened.”

Sirius tried to understand why he didn’t like that thought. He liked this new confident, smiling Remus. Would that also fade with the tan? Or was that just a consequence of spending several weeks alone in France? The thought that maybe he’d met a nice French girl made his stomach churn. It would explain a lot about the way Remus carried himself now.

James came back with a tea tray. “Mum and Dad are out tonight, but Mum made us dinner before she left so we won’t starve.”

“Hey, I can cook now!” Sirius snapped, to Remus’ surprise.

“Making pasta bake and egg fried rice is not the same as being able to cook.” James sighed.

“But it’s more than you can do, Prongs.” Remus smiled at Sirius. “And you’ve lived with your mum for sixteen and a half years.”

“Ugh, I should have known you pair of dogs would start ganging up on me within minutes of getting here.” James poured the tea into three mugs carefully. “Just wait until Lily starts spending time with us, then I’ll have someone on my side.”

“Firstly, you wish, and secondly, bold of you to assume she wouldn’t side with Moony.” Sirius gestured at him, “Especially when he looks like this!”

James gave him a strange look before turning back to Remus, “How were the French girls?” He waggled his eyebrows, “Any French stories to tell?”

Remus said nothing, but a smile teased at one corner of his mouth, and Sirius suddenly panicked. He picked up his mug and took a sip, even though it was way too hot. “Don’t hassle the man, James. Just because you’re not getting any!”

“Oh, because you are?” James said, at the same time Remus nodded at him in silent thanks. “Honestly, Moony, can you teach Sirius to be better at silencing charms while you’re here?”

Sirius choked on his tea.

[yandereunsolved]

୨ৎ Platonic Yandere Wolf-Shifter Wild ୨ৎ

The Calamity had been defeated by what had seemingly felt like many moons ago. Still, the remnants of the strange beast's malice remained on the surface of Hyrule. Zelda had insisted on visiting the Gerudo before exploring the strange ruins beneath the newly liberated castle. As the dutiful, silent hero, Wild obliged.

Gerudo Desert felt different while traveling in his wolf form. His tongue lulled out, his paws digging into the hot sands. The dry breaths of the air flowing through his dark, thickened fur. Even though his smell differed, any foe was easily identifiable by their scent alone. Even when hidden underneath the piles of golden grains, he was able to detect them.

The transformation wasn't as painful as the first time he had been put through it. A strange, pulsating pastel purple light surrounded him after defeating Calamity Ganon and freeing Zelda. He seemed to unlock this ability—a blessing or curse he could not yet define. It has been a weekly occurrence ever since. When in a high emotional state, he turned into his canine form. This was only exasperated due to the large quantity of stimulation he has been subjected to during the rebuilding campaign for Hyrule.

Thankfully, the lengthy trips between each place gave him a much-needed reprieve. 

A reprieve that was constantly interrupted.

He sensed it a moment before it hit. A tsunami made up of bullets of sand hit him square in the chest. He flew backward and nearly sprained one of his back legs. It took a moment for him to regain his bearings. What felt like fistfuls of sand invaded his snout and caused him momentary discomfort.

As the golden grains settled once again, he saw the outline of a Molduga burrowing back into the vast desert. Princess Zelda was nowhere in sight, most likely continuing to retreat to Gerudo Town and leaving Link to fend for himself.

"Aruf—" typical. He growled out through his elongated teeth—fangs. 

His fangs.

His dark brown ears perked as the Molduga's muffled roar was heard. It's heafty stature was barreling towards a traveler on a Sand Seal. They're most likely a hunter, Link deduces as he sprints through the uneven sands. 

They aren't built for the desert.

They seem to have no heat protection; their skin is abused by the unforgiving heat. Their clothes resemble those one would see worn in mild climates. A Great Eagle Bow is slung around their back, their arrows doing little to deter the Molduga, insistent on harming them. The Sand Seal they have mounted has left them stranded. A kick into their body from the tail of the seal sent them flying back, their Forest Dwellers shield colliding into their figure.

Ouch.

As the Molduga remerges, Link tackles the traveler out of the way. He nearly missed. 'I should have been faster' was his first thought as he shielded them from the onslaught of golden grains. The waves of sand roll over the both of them once again, but neither have been crushed beneath the weight of the monster.

"Aruh." Hello.

He sheepishly rolls over and wags his tail at you. You're both coated in the desert. The Molduga became disinterested and left you both alone.

"Hi." You answer in a questioning manner. Your head tilts towards him as your eyes analyze his lupin form.

That was the first time he met you, and the last time he let you out of his sight.

You both returned to Gerudo Town, and he eventually parted ways with Zelda and joined you in your adventures. He learned everything from your name to what you think about in the late hours of the night. You hunted in the morning, and he'd follow in his wolf form; he'd return with you in the evening as Link. He never felt a need to kiss you or to do more. He simply wanted to protect you and keep you away from everyone else in the world. 

He loves you, but not like that.

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 25 & 26------------------Read on AO3------------------------

Pairing: Rin/Gale Prompt: Public sex AND Trying not to get caught Outdoor sex, interrupted more than once, touch starved x touch starved, trying to keep the yapper quiet, NSFW!!

(Direct sequel to Day 21)

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Gale watches Rin go - now in lupine form and still gloriously nude - until the black fur disappears in the darkness of the wood. A wave of frustration rolls through him at the sight. He should have made a move - made Rin stay.

But it’s followed by a wave of relief that now he's alone he can do something about his aching predicament. He’d gone so long forcing himself to go without, now that he finally could he was in the habit of waiting entirely too long to tend to himself. Or perhaps he just underestimated how greatly he needed some attention.

Once he's certain that Rin is far enough away, Gale finally lets his hands travel downwards under the water. The contact brings an immediate swell of relief and he lets out a low, ragged moan.

It's hard to keep his breathing under control as his imagination eagerly supplies increasingly more intense imagery. Images of Rin in his lap, with the lythari riding him. Of Rin on his knees, staring up at him. Of those sharp teeth nipping at his skin...

As the wizard’s hand keeps working, he lets his mind wander - and it feeds him mental image after mental image of that damn lythari and what they could be doing together.

Gale bites his lip at the thought, the urge to find Rin and drag him back here into the water with him growing ever stronger.

Hand working a little quicker, Gale can't help the noises that slip free. And he stops trying to.

"You call my name so sweetly," Rin purrs from over his shoulder.

Gale snaps out of his fantasy with a start.

"Rin!" Gale blurts, jolting in the water and whipping around to see the lythari. Rin, still in his great black lupine form, lays on the river bank just behind where Gale had been. He watches Gale with those bright yellow eyes, almost glowing in the darkness of the evening.

"Wha- how- When did you come back here?"

His hands shift, desperately trying - and failing - to cover himself. The lythari crosses his front paws casually, leaning his great head in closer with a wolfish grin.

"Only a moment ago. I came back when I heard you calling me," he returns smoothly.

Gale stares at Rin, trying to look as dignified as possible while hunched over and covering himself awkwardly with both hands.

"Right...well..." he murmurs, trying very hard not to keep his voice steady. And to not let his eyes wander all over Rin's furry form. "You...you heard wrong. I wasn't calling out for you. I was simply... enjoying a quiet moment in the water by myself. Thank you very much."

"Oh?" The huge canine tilts his head to one side, somehow making the gesture look coy as he flashes teeth. His voice is a deep rumble like a growl, "Shall I leave you be, then?"

"No!" The protest leaves Gale's lips before he can stop it, and he silently curses at himself at the slip. Seeing Rin's wolfish grin grow wider, Gale tries to regain control.

“...No,” he says again, trying to make his voice much more calm and measured. ”...Please. Your company is... more than welcome here. In the water. With me.”

"Mm, is it?" Rin rises to his feet in a fluid motion. "Then I suppose I should join you."

"You suppose you should?" Gale swallows, a flush staining his cheeks.

The lythari lopes to the bank and languidly steps in one paw at a time. Gale can’t help the low moan that slips out at the sight of Rin - that glorious, huge lupine form - sliding into the water.

Moving towards him.

He's so tall in this form the water hardly reaches his mid chest as he wades in for the second time this evening. Those bright yellow eyes are fixed on him like a predator tracking his prey, making Gale’s heart pound.

“...You realize you're not being particularly subtle about this teasing, don’t you?" Gale murmurs the complaint before he can stop himself.

"I'm not one for subtlety," Rin replies smoothly.

"Clearly." Gale swallows again as Rin continues stalking towards him.

It’s hard to tell if fear or attraction drives the thrumming under his skin. The wizard tries not to watch the way Rin's muscular frame shifts when he moves - the way the water glistens on the lythari's fur and the light reflects off it like shimmering starlight.

"Why do you do this so often?" Gale asks quickly, trying to keep his focus and ignore his body's reaction to seeing Rin like this. "Shifting into your wolf form, that is."

"Why do you channel the weave?" Rin rumbles back rhetorically. "Why does Astarion hunt for food?"

Gale watches as the lythari dips briefly below the surface before raising his head above the water with a heavy huff of air. He shakes his head and those ears perk high.

"It is the nature of our being."

This time, the water and the way it runs over his fur makes something in the wizard’s gut tighten. It's hard to keep up the conversation when all he really wants to do is reach out and touch...

Gale has to clear his throat, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter before he says or does something foolish. He tries to ignore the way his heart speeds and heat settles in his gut.

"I suppose that's true," he replies, watching Rin move through the water. He’s so tall he can walk on the river bed and his head and back remain above water. He tail floats behind him. "Your wolf seems more... primal than your elven form, however."

"Interesting," the lythari rumbles as he looks to Gale.

“...Interesting?” Gale repeats, staring at Rin as the wolf starts getting closer to him in the water again. The wizard lets out a soft scoff, then dryly says, “The lythari that calls me ‘sweet’ and ‘delicious’ is now calling my observations interesting?”

"I often find your observations interesting," Rin counters.

Gale bites his lip, letting out a shaky exhale as he feels Rin slowly circle him in the water. He doesn’t dare look away, keeping his eyes locked on the lythari at all times - not that it really helps his predicament here, considering how good Rin looks with the water running down all of that... muscle…

How in all the hells does he make his lupine form so attractive?

The wizard lets out a shaky laugh, trying to retain some sort of composure over this situation.

“Most would find me annoying for my observations. They'd say I 'lecture',” he says shakily.

Rin rumbles a low growl that sounds almost amused.

"Lucky for you, I'm not like most," he murmurs from over Gale's shoulder, "I'm a rare sort of creature."

Gods.

When Rin gets that close - directly behind him, the water lapping at both of their skin - Gale’s body very quickly reminds him how long it’s been since he had company…

“That you are," Gale replies quietly, shivering as Rin’s hot breath brushes the back of his neck. “That you definitely are…”

In the reflection on the water, Gale catches a glimpse of the golden glow of Rin's magic as he shifts forms. The looming black shadow behind him is elven once more. When he speaks, that deeper ethereal quality is gone, leaving behind only the low rumble of Rin's voice.

"I find you most interesting, Gale," Rin murmurs softly.

There’s an involuntary shiver down Gale’s spine at the sound, followed by his heart rate picking up once more. Gale closes his eyes for a moment. His hands clench unconsciously and he takes a deep breath, trying to will away the thought - the image in his mind of how simple it would be to turn around, get Rin pinned to a nearby tree and—

"Is that so?" he says weakly, trying to maintain composure. But he can feel the heat of Rin’s body radiating against his skin from their proximity.

"It is," Rin replies in a low tone. His breath ghosts over Gale's ear. He can hear Rin inhale deeply, before a low growl rumbles in the lythari's chest.

Oh, no.

Gale feels his breathing becoming shallow as he realizes Rin is sniffing him. And he’s going to smell the scent of his arousal, and he’ll realize what kind of effect he’s having - and Gale would be mortified.

He tenses up, trying desperately to keep his voice even as he asks, “Are you… sniffing me?”

Rin snorts a soft laugh. "Scenting, yes."

“Scenting me? Like an animal…?” Gale’s breath hitches as the thought of it - the idea of Rin’s wolf sniffing over his body - starts sending far too many images to his mind. He closes his eyes again, breathing a little faster, trying to ignore the way his groin throbs with each shiver going down his spine…

“Can’t you just use your eyes?” Gale asks, keeping his voice as steady as possible despite the heat in his gut.

"I am an animal," Rin counters. "And I see you, as well. But that doesn't mean I don't also enjoy your scent."

The wizard tries to ignore the way his heart skips a beat at his words.

Rin raises one hand slowly, holding it palm up beside Gale. A silent offer. When his eyes dart down to Rin's hand, he shivers a little at how big it looks - strong and thick fingers, large palm. He imagines how the hand would look on his body, gripping his hip as he—

Gale bites his lip at the sight. Gods, he wants it. More than he dares to admit to himself. He aches with how much he wants to reach out and take Rin’s hand, but his pride stubbornly refuses to let him do it.

But Rin is patient, his hand not wavering, his offer holding. There’s no mockery in it. No taunting, no teasing. It’s an actual offer… with no judgment. Everything in him is screaming to take the offering - to take Rin’s hand and let the lythari do what he wants with him…

Gale takes a deep breath, the heat in his gut warring with his stubbornness as he keeps his eyes locked on Rin’s hand. Slowly, he reaches out and lays his hand flat on top of Rin’s. His own hand looks almost small in comparison.

Rin's touch is almost achingly gentle as the lythari's fingers wrap around Gale's. He brings their joined hands up to hold against Gale's chest just over his heart. Gale lets out a shaky breath as Rin touches him.

Rin takes a step forward, his feet bracketing Gale's as he presses flush against the smaller man's back. When he feels Rin’s firm chest, he shudders - his body reacting to the warmth and the heat and the feeling of the bigger, more muscled form pressing against his back. Rin's freehand gently takes hold of Gale's hip, his fingers warm and steady. He tenses a little instinctively as Rin’s hand touches his hip, but then quickly relaxes at the touch.

Every move is slow and gentle - giving Gale a chance to object or deflect or move away if he wants. Each touch is light and gentle - no grabbing or gripping. Just a warm, soft touch, resting firmly against his skin.

Slowly, the lythari leans his head in to nuzzle against Gale's temple. Rin seems content to just hold him like this. Feeling his pulse beneath their joined hands. The softness of Gale's skin beneath his palm. His hair against Rin's cheek. The lythari breathes in and out slowly.

It’s hard to describe the effect this kind of slow, steady intimacy has on Gale. After a few moments, Gale finds himself relaxing against the taller form. The feeling of Rin’s hand over his heart - firm but so gentle... it’s grounding. It helps his heartrate slow a little.

Gale lets out a slow shuddering exhale, his own fingers tightening slightly around Rin’s hand. The gentleness of it all almost makes Gale dizzy. There’s on hint of impatience or frustration in Rin’s touch. He’s just...holding Gale. Wanting to feel him.

It’s comforting in a way he didn’t know he needed.

“Rin...” he starts, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes, Gale?"

Gods above.

Just the way Rin says his name, in his low, throaty voice, makes the wizard’s knees weak. For a brief moment, he considers pressing back against Rin - grinding on him a little, giving him a very clear sign of what he wants…

With some effort, he manages to hold himself back. Instead, he simply whispers back quietly, “You’re a tease.”

Rin rumbles a soft growl - and Gale can feel it where the lythari's chest is pressed against him, making another shiver run through him. The hand on Gale’s hip tightens just slightly - but it’s electric nonetheless.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes back, voice rough. Gods, that voice… it’s like sin. And it makes it so hard to keep any self-control.

Instead of saying what he wants, or even what he needs, Gale takes a shallow breath and admits quietly, “Something you will probably refuse…”

"Try me," the lythari murmurs back, tone light with amusement but rough with desire. Gale takes a deep breath, biting back a moan when Rin’s warm hand on his hip gently squeezes.

Rin growls low, the sound rumbling up from the depths of his chest into his throat and out of his parted lips. Still terrifically gently, as if afraid Gale might break or flee, Rin turns the wizard in his arms to face him.

He lifts their joined hands to place a soft kiss to Gale's knuckles as their eyes meet. When he looks at the lythari, the sight of him - the heat in his gaze paired with his gentle touches - the wizard’s lips part softly, the heat in his gut growing hotter…

"What would you have of me?" Rin breathes against his fingers.

“I… want to touch you,” he somehow manages to respond, his voice trembling with need.

"What a terrific burden," Rin teases with a soft smirk. Gale can’t help but huff a half-laugh.

“Very funny,” the wizard replies dryly. He doesn’t bother to hide the way his eyes drag down Rin’s front. Taking in the muscular shoulders, the toned chest… the hair, trailing down his stomach and disappearing below the water… Another shiver goes through him, and he lets out a shaky exhale as he finally meets Rin’s gaze again. There’s a pleading edge in his voice as he whispers, “Please, let me touch you…”

This time Rin shivers, and it's accompanied by a low, hungry growl. The slits of his pupils are rounded in their dilation.

"Touch me all you like," Rin returns softly with a sharp grin.

He reaches out slowly to rest his hand on Rin’s chest. Feeling the warmth and the heat of his skin, the soft down of his hair, the strong beat of his heart, and admiring the contrast of the lythari’s golden skin with his own. His eyes follow the trail of his hand over Rin’s body. Tracing firm, defined muscles.

Rin's hands hold Gale's hips, squeezing slightly as Gale's hands roam over his skin. Slowly, Gale’s hand slides down, tracing over Rin’s stomach until he reaches the edge of where his hair grows thicker.

Rin takes a deep breath that catches when his hand trails ever lower. His lips part with ragged breaths, the tips of those long canines visible. Sight and sound both make heat broil in Gale’s gut. When Gale pauses Rin makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine.

Gods above, the sounds that Rin makes are torturous. They make his head spin - each little moan, growl, or whine go straight to his gut and adding to the burning heat that threatens to drive him mad. His hand dips lower, slowly, until he reaches the base of Rin’s groin .Gale bites back a moan of his own, his lips parting as he looks up to meet Rin’s eyes.

Rin's breath leaves him in a shuddery exhale, his hips twitching involuntarily at the contact. The lythari leans forward to rest his forehead against Gale's. His large, warm hands smooth a path up Gale's sides and back down, his thumbs tracing along the path of Gale's muscles.

“Gods above, you’re not going to make this easy, are you?” Gale gasps, his hand slowly wrapping around Rin in a loose fist. Rin shudders and breathes out a low groan.

"Fenedhis-" Rin swears softly.

Gale’s breath catches. The word falling from the lythari’s lips- Elven, he’s fairly sure - is a mystery. His desperation is clear, though. Such a perfect sound - wicked and sinful- it’s almost enough to make his eyes roll back.

“That’s not fair,” Gale manages to say, his voice raspy as he gives a gentle squeeze, enjoying the way Rin throbs in his grip and his head tips back with a ragged moan.

Gods, but the way he can make Rin shudder just by touching him - squeezing him - it’s addictive. And the sounds Rin makes, the moans and gasps escaping his mouth, like he can barely focus on anything except what’s happening between them - it’s like a drug, and he’s falling under the influence of its power.

Gale looks up to meet Rin’s gaze, his hand slowly moving up and down along his length under the water, squeezing tighter. Rin trembles and groans at the feel of Gale's hand moving against him. His hands squeeze at Gale's hips, but he never breaks that intense eye-contact.

Rin’s reaction is perfect. The way he growls and shivers and his fingers tighten their hold as if he’s trying to hold back, trying not just grab and pounce - it’s absolutely beautiful.

But Gale wants more. Wants to see Rin be wild. Wants to feel it.

“Come on, please…” he moans.

"Fenedhis-" Rin's teeth clench shut as another ragged growl rumbles in his chest. Bared like this those long canines are devastatingly beautiful and intimidating both. "P-please what?"

“Please… touch me back,” Gale almost whispers.

He starts a slow, steady rhythm as he squeezes and strokes Rin. The ranger’s head falls against his shoulder, burying his face into the crook of his neck, holding Gale’s hips tight like he’s afraid he’s going to lose him…

"How-hah-" the lythari struggles to form words, breaking into animalistic, feral sounds as he tries. "What do- do you like-?"

Gale can feel his breath, hot and heavy on his skin as Rin pants. Gods, he’s going to forget his own name at this rate. He wants to let Rin ruin him. The way Rin’s trying to hold back, to keep his control, to do whatever he asks…

“Anything,” he moans, his breath shaking as he gives another tight squeeze. “Touch me anywhere…”

Rin's hands move at the request, sliding back to grasp and knead the flesh of Gale’s rear with a possessive growl. The wizard gasps at the feeling - desire hot and electric flashing through him.

Gods, yes… just like that, just be possessive …

“Yes,” he pleads. “Please, more…”

Experimentally, cautiously, the lythari starts pressing hot open mouthed kisses to Gale's skin. They burn a path down Gale‘s neck. Rin kneads and teases at his rear, sliding his hands down and gently urging his stance to widen by tugging at his thighs.

Rin applies the ghost of pressure against his collar with his teeth, almost as if waiting for a reaction. It draws a ragged gasp from Gale. The feeling of it’s almost too much for the wizard to bear.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warns, his own hand working in quicker, firmer strokes as he looks up to meet blazing green eyes. Rin looses a low sound and his hips stutter in time with Gale's hand. The feel of Rin’s reaction - groaning and whining under his hand - it’s maddening. He has to resist the urge to squeeze roughly just to make Rin gasp and moan again.

"Don't...?" Rin questions breathlessly.

“Don’t - don’t tease me,” Gale gasps. He tries to catch his breath, biting his lip as he meets Rin’s gaze through half-lidded eyes. “If you’re going to bite, then do it,” he goads.

Rin rumbles a low sound, pulling Gale against him roughly by his hips. He nips at Gale's throat - once, twice - then shifts to his shoulder and bites. Enough to leave a mark and draw a delicious moan from Gale.

Gods, yes… Rin’s tongue on his skin feels claiming, like the bite is marking him as his.

Meanwhile Rin slides one hand lower, teasing his fingers against sensitive skin. The other slides up, his large hand splaying against Gale's lower back, holding him flush against Rin. His breath hitches as Rin’s hold make’s his back arch to press against him. The pace of his hand around Rin falters as Gale feels thick fingers tease and brush against his entrance.

Rin growls again, low, his tongue laving over the marks he leaves behind attentively. His finger slowly teases, applying gentle pressure. Another moan escapes the wizard’s mouth as the pressure grows firmer. His head tips back and his eyes slip shut as his hand on Rin falters.

More, he thinks wildly, I want more…

Gale gets what he wants. Slowly, Rin increases pressure until he's slipping one thick finger inside. All the while Rin continues nipping and licking a trail up and down his neck, over his shoulders. Gasps fall from the wizard’s lips involuntarily, his head rolling back to give Rin better access as he covers his neck and shoulders in bites.

Rin’s finger slowly pressing inside, gently but firmly, is incredible. Nearly beyond words.

“You… you’re… gods, Rin, don’t stop,” he gasps.

Rin's growl turns decidedly possessive, pulling Gale somehow closer still with the hand on his back. His hand moves with a steady rhythm, pulling his finger in and out, crooking and pressing in just the right spot. His head drops back as his body shivers, his own hand gripping Rin even as it’s faltering.

“Please… more. Rin, more -”

Rin slides in another finger, gently coaxing more sounds from the wizard. He bites again on Gale's opposite shoulder. Gods, it’s too much and too little all at once - the way he’s stretching him, the way his teeth leave behind a mark… Gale moans again, louder this time, as another shiver wracks his body.

“Please,” the wizard gasps. “You… you’re… perfect…”

"Please what, fenor?" Rin growls against Gale's temple. His fingers never stop their steady ministrations.

He can’t think, not with the way Rin’s fingers are moving, the way they press and move and rub in all the right spots, the way Rin’s mouth is so close to his ear, calling him by that pretty word that he’s sure is an endearment…

The wizard gasps in a breath, trying to speak. “More. Please, Rin, please, I want… more…”

"Can you take more?" Rin returns in that rough tone that goes straight to his groin. "Can you take me, fenor?"

He wants to laugh, the way Rin- usually so rough - is taking such care with him, not wanting to hurt him. But he’s barely able to do anything besides moan in response to the question.

“Yes - gods, yes. Please, Rin, take me…”

The words rouse something in the lythari. He slides his fingers free, but in a surge he grasps Gale behind his knees and lifts him up. It’s overwhelming, the way Rin is handling him, lifting him up as if he’s weightless. Rin squeezes Gale tight against his chest, positioning him over his own aching need.

"You're sure?" Rin breathes huskily, even as he nearly vibrates with need.

The fact that Rin is still making sure he’s sure, when it’s clear how much he wants this, wants him… It makes his chest feel tight.

“Yes,” Gale gasps, his eyes fluttering shut, his hands gripping at Rin’s shoulders. “Please… please…”

Rin's about to move - but freezes. His eyes snap to the distance and with a huffed growl he grips Gale tighter, striding quickly with long, powerful steps to move them behind the cover of an outcropping of rocks.

It's not until they're behind cover that Gale can make out the sounds that Rin had already picked up. Voices and splashing as some of the others come down to the river. Based on the laughter, at least Halsin and Astarion, maybe another.

Gale lets out an annoyed huff. He’d been so lost in Rin’s attention and the way he was being held he hadn’t even heard the others coming until they sounded too close.

“Of course we would be interrupted now…” he mutters, pressing against Rin as they hold still.

Rin's eyes are back on Gale, no heat lost in his gaze. He encourages Gale to wrap his legs around his waist before moving his hands to grip possessively at his rear once more. Gale can barely holding back a ragged gasp as Rin maneuvers him, coaxing him tighter to his body. Gale wraps his arms around Rin’s shoulders and locks his ankles behind Rin’s back.

Rin responds with a sharp, wicked grin. There's no growl to be heard as Rin resumes his onslaught - somehow nipping and biting at Gale's neck without making so much as a sound. Gods damn it - he’s showing why the lythari are called silver shadows. Showing off. And it’s driving Gale insane.

“Not… fair,” he hisses, but he’s biting down on his lip to keep quiet.

Rin looks at him with that cheeky grin, then leans in right beside Gale's ear to whisper in a low rumble. "Shh, you'll have to keep that pretty mouth shut for me, fenor."

“And if I don’t?” Gale whisper shouts. “What’ll you do about it?”

"Nothing. I think you care much more about modesty than I do," Rin returns whisper soft, before nipping at Gale's ear. The wizard shudders against Rin’s body at the way he’s teasing him. Threatening him, even.

The lythari shifts Gale in his arms just enough to tease at his entrance. Feeling Rin pressing hot and hard against him, right where he desperately wants him - is almost unbearable. Gale has to press his face into Rin’s shoulder, to muffle the strangled gasp that escapes him.

They can hear a few of the others chatting together as they go about their evening routines on the other side of the rocks they hide behind. Talking and joking and getting things ready for the night. Gale knows that if he makes a sound, they’ll all hear him - he has to keep quiet, he has to keep contained-

But Rin's much too far gone to care if any of them know - he hides only for Gale's sake. He slides teasingly against Gale, and the wizard has to bite down on Rin’s shoulder to keep himself from making any noise. Struggling to hold back the gasps and moans that Rin’s slow slide is coaxing out of him.

Rin's mouth opens with a ragged breath as he slowly eases himself inside almost torturously slow. It's Rin struggling now as Gale bites and he’s surrounded by the warm, wet heat of him. His nostrils flare as he tries to take quiet breaths and stifle the growl - the howl- that wants to claw it's way free.

The wizard can feel Rin struggling- how his breath quickens as he feels Gale’s teeth, the way he’s trying to keep quiet - all because of him. It’s exquisite. His teeth sink down, leaving marks on Rin’s shoulder to keep himself from gasping. And Gale takes a wicked satisfaction in leaving those marks on the lythari.

Rin huffs a short, soft growl and leans his head back just far enough to make eye contact. A silent question as he searches Gale's eyes, watches his expression.

Even now, even as lost as they both are, he's still asking, still making sure. Gods, the way Rin is huffing and growling, holding back for him, searching his eyes to make sure he’s okay - even as his expression screams his need.

Gale looks back, his own gaze hazy with lust, his body shaking with desire and need for more. He nods, biting his lip as he tries to keep himself still, hoping Rin can read the answer to his question in his expression. Please…

Rin grins - that sharp roguish expression that makes Gale's stomach flip. That cheeky look can only possibly mean 'hold on'.

He adjusts them slightly, guiding Gale to hold tight with one arm around Rin's neck. Holding eye contact, Rin urges Gale to grasp himself with his free hand. Gale follows every order, moaning behind bitten lip at the feeling and the anticipation. Then Rin positions his own hands so one arm bands across Gale's back to grasp his shoulder, while the other wraps tight around Gale's waist.

And then slowly at first, but quickly growing in pace, Rin starts to move his hips against Gale's.

It takes everything Gale has to hold back the need to cry out. To whine and babble and praise. It feels so incredibly good. The way Rin holds him up, close to his chest, his teeth digging into his lip to stifle those feral sounds. Gale can't keep his hips from bucking into his own hand, matching the pace Rin is setting.

Rin can't hold back the soft needy growl that rumbles at the sight - nor can Gale stop the muffled moan into Rin’s shoulder in response. He manages to keep it quiet, muffled enough the others don't notice - if only barely.

The lythari only barely suppresses the noises that want to tear free. Would that he could hear that sweet ecstasy he can see on Gale's face. He'll have to make due with the way Gale's breath hitches and speeds up, the pounding of his heart, the scent of him... With a sharp inhale, Rin increases his pace.

An echo of laughter reminds Gale why they’re being so quiet. They’re just on the other side of the rock, talking without knowing anything of what they’re doing, of how close they are-

The thought makes something go hot and tight in his gut, his hips bucking faster into his hand, his gasps and moans muffled against Rin’s shoulder.

Rin moves quicker to match Gale's pace - his eyes drinking in Gale's every movement, his every expression. He can feel the way Rin is watching him. Every little move he makes, his every expression being studied, taken in. Every desperate move of his hips and his hand being seen. It's too much, he’s losing the fight against his desires, his moans against Rin's skin growing slightly louder.

Rin surges in to capture Gale's lips, swallowing his desperate sounds. The feel of Rin's warm lips against his makes him tremble. His hips rock up into his hand and back onto Rin, his teeth catching on Rin's lip, his mind fuzzy and blank with overwhelming pleasure.

Rin nips back, greedy in his exploration of Gale's mouth. He hardly cares about the world around them anymore. All that matters is the man trembling in his arms, coming undone around him, unraveled by his touch.

The way Rin’s lips move desperately against his, as if trying to consume him - brings another whimper out of him. He tries to focus on the kiss, on returning it, his tongue sliding against his - but he's distracted by how close he is, how good he feels, how he wants and needs more-

Rin gives him everything. Quiet as he can, urging him to stay quiet with his kiss but taking him apart with every thrust.

Rin moves against him, filling him, faster, deeper- it's too much, it's too much, he's getting close, so close- just a little more, he's teetering on the edge-

“Give it to me, Gale...” Rin growls the command in a rough, quiet whisper.

It's enough to send rocketing to his finish. Gale trembles and shakes at the lightning hot pleasure bolting down his spine as his vision goes white. Gale grips Rin tightly, his legs squeezing Rin’s waist as his heart hammers in his chest.

Rin only just manages to muffle a groan at the feel of Gale squeezing tight around him. The sight of Gale, flushed and breathless, coming undone...

Gale can feel Rin tensing beneath him, gripping him a little tighter, moving more erratically against him, and all he can do is try to keep kissing Rin through it, to keep kissing him through it all. It doesn't take long before Rin's following after.

Rin growls roughly as he finds his own release, teeth catch on his shoulder to keep the sound quiet, his body shaking against Gale as he spills inside him.

Panting heavily, Rin slowly lowers them both until he's sitting on a rock beneath the surface. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Gale's neck as he holds the smaller man in his lap and tries to catch his breath.

Gale’s head spins as he holds tight to Rin, his mind still fuzzy with the afterglow. As he slowly comes back to himself, he tilts his head to rest it against the lythari, taking slow, deep breaths as he clings to him.

Gale shivers, the afterglow still making him feel fuzzy and languid. Rin's gentle and soothing - large hands roaming up and down Gale's back, helping him catch his breath. Terrifically gentle as he pulls out and presses soft kisses to Gale's skin.

The soft, almost lazy kisses find all the spots marked - everywhere the lythari claimed him. Will they be covered by the collar of his robes? Gale shivers as he thinks about how they will bruise and linger - potentially showing everyone that Gale is his…

For a few moments, the two of them just sit, slowly getting their breath back. The quiet noises and chatter of their friends on the other side of their cover continues, their companions non-the-wiser.

"Are you alright?" Rin breathes softly. He nuzzles Gale tenderly, his hands still smoothing up and down.

Gale lets out a soft sigh as his hands slide around Rin to wrap more securely around him, letting himself bask in the lythari’s attention. It almost feels like floating as he comes down.

"Alright?" Gale huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly against where it rests on Rin. "Better than alright."

"Good," Rin murmurs against Gale's skin. His touch is surprisingly gentle and soothing for a man his size. But being in the lythari’s embrace, huddled close, feels immensely safe.

Safe. Even with his size, his touch so gentle. His embrace so comforting and warm. The way Rin cares for him - Gale belongs here, wrapped up safe in Rin's arms. He wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Rin kisses his skin, murmuring soft reassurances. Gale wants to bask in Rin's attention for a little while longer… But the sound of their friends' voices and boisterous laughter drift over, reminding the wizard that they're not alone.

Rin lets out an impatient huff, a low growl settling low in his chest. His hold on Gale tightens slightly. Rin’s irritation at the reminded they're not alone makes something warm go through Gale. He nuzzles closer against Rin, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs reassuringly.

The lythari huffs a long breath, nuzzling into Gale's hair. Gale hums against Rin's neck at the warm, possessive feeling coiling in his chest. If he could, he would bask forever in the attention and the way Rin's arms seem to surround him.

"As much as I would love to stay here all night…" Gale murmurs, "I think we should probably head back soon. Before Astarion starts asking where we are."

Rin growls at the suggestion, but acquiesces to let Gale slide from his lap. It takes a moment for the wizard to actually bring himself to leave the lythari's embrace. And the second he does he mourns the warmth.

The wizard stands shakily, his legs wobbly. Rin's hand is on his back, steadying him without a word. The warmth of Rin steadying him squeezes at his heart.

He glances surreptitiously around the rocks. When he notices Gale's hesitant look towards the others, Rin shifts into his wolven form. The lythari uses his large body to walk ahead, putting his body between Gale and the others and obscuring the wizard from view long enough he can get to his towel and clothing. It has the added benefit that Gale can lean against Rin for a little extra support.

As he's dressing after quickly using a bit of Prestidigitation to clean himself up, Gale can't help but think about how Rin is protecting him, making sure he's able to get dressed without any of them seeing him. As possessive as he looks it's... adorable. Unexpectedly sweet.

Rin even looks away as Gale dresses. Watching their companions. Astarion calls out something cheeky and Rin barks back noisily at him. Gale watches him with a soft smile on his face as the way the vampire calls something back in jest and Rin responds with a deep growling.

Rin chuffs a disgruntled snort that makes his jowls puff out. When he turns back to Gale and sees him dressed, the lythari stands and escorts the wizard back to camp.

When they reach the campfire, Gale sinks onto one of the logs, taking a moment to breathe and try and regain some composure - though he can't keep the soft smile off his face. Rin steps aside to shake the remaining water from his fur, then flops down beside the fire near Gale’s feet and settles with a heavy sigh.

Gale can’t help but reach down to stroke Rin’s fur as he unwinds. They get a few minutes of peace to themselves before the others start to gather around the fire too.

Karlach is the first one to join them, exiting her tent to sit on Rin’s other side.

"Hey, big guy," she starts. "You and Gale were taking your time out there. Everything alright?"

The lythari just chuffs dismissively. Astarion joins them next, looking over to the lythari with a sly smirk on his face as he sits.

"Did you two have a good time out there,” the elf teases as he leans against his hand, “All by your lonesome?"

Rin raises his head to glare at the other elf, rumbling a low sound. Shadowheart is the next to join, sitting by Karlach’s side and looking between Rin and Gale.

"He has a point," she notes, her eyes on the two of them. "A little strange that you two disappeared off by yourselves for such a long time."

"I do not comment on any of your habits," Rin returns smoothly. His eyes look from Shadowheart and then to Astarion. His tone is light, but the threat is clear, "Should I start?"

"Oh, don't be like that," the vampire returns, raising his hands and shaking his head. "Just an observation. No commentary on what anyone does in their free time necessary. I just happened to wonder what you two were up to, that you were gone for so long."

"Do you need a demonstration on longevity, Star?" The lythari teases back.

Karlach lets out a bark of laughter, slapping her knee at that. Astarion scoffs, his smirk widening. Gale feels his cheeks heating at the rather blatant way that implies what they were up to.

"I think you're the one who could use a demonstration, furball," the vampire mocks, his smile growing.

"Careful," Rin shoots back, showing some teeth, "Or I'll drag you into the woods and teach you about lythari stamina, spawn."

"Is that a threat, or an invitation?" Astarion fires back, the grin on his face widening even further.

Karlach lets out another barked laughter, throwing her head back. Shadowheart shakes her head, a slight smile on her face, trying to hide her amusement. The way the pair almost playfully tease each other, nearly makes Gale laugh too. And he probably would were he not so embarrassed.

"Want to find out?" Rin's lip pulls back to show teeth.

Karlach slaps her knee again, unable to contain her boisterous laughter. Astarion leans back on his hands, his smile becoming sly as he meets Rin's gaze.

"Perhaps I do," he drawls, his tone almost mocking. "But would you have the stones for it, pelt?"

"Bold, kitten," the lythari replies. He pushes off from the ground to sit up, though he still doesn't move from Gale's side. "Want to choke on them and find out?"

Karlach lets out an outright cackle of laughter, her free hand smacking against the log she sits on as she laughs at the exchange. Astarion leans back even further, his smirk still on his face as he raises an eyebrow.

"Kitten?" He repeats back. "Well - I've been called many things, furball, but 'kitten' is a new one."

"Only fitting for those ickle teeth of yours," Rin huffs with obvious disdain.

"Oh, you are asking for it," Astarion returns, some irritation finally showing. "Do you want me to show you just how sharp my ickle teeth are, lythari?"

"Try me," the wolf growls back, lips pulled back to show his own large teeth.

"What's going on?" Wyll asks as he joins the group around the fire, glancing between a laughing Karlach, an amused Shadowheart, and an unusually quiet Gale, before settling on Rin and Astarion. Arguing. Again.

"Are we doing anything about dinner, or…?" Wyll asks Gale. Then notices his rosy cheeks and flushed expression and the warlock’s brow furrows. "You alright, Gale?"

Gale is staring up at the sky, his mind miles away and not at all paying attention to anything besides the warm feeling in his chest and the fact that Rin is still sitting next to him - the way he's still protecting him. Wyll's voice breaks through the dazed fog, the wizard shaking himself slightly from his thoughts.

"What? Oh, I… yes, I'm fine," he answers, his tone slightly unsteady. “Dinner, right.”

Rin turns slightly, looking to Wyll.

"There is fish," he rumbles, pointing with his snout towards the large pike Rin caught earlier hanging by the cookpot. Cleaned and ready to cook. Wyll looks to the large pike, his eyebrows raising as he looks between the large fish and Rin.

"Where the hells did you catch that?" Wyll asks, impressed by the size

"In the Chionthar," he answers easily. The great wolf rises to his feet with a languid stretch.

"How’d you manage to catch it?" Wyll asks, a bit perplexed. "Did you just... jump in and grab it?"

"That’s the usual way," Rin returns with that wolfish grin. "Gale was there."

Wyll blinks in surprise, then glances to Gale. "How did Gale help?" he asks, his tone still bewildered.

"Moral support," the lythari drawls. That has Gale choking out a soft laugh, the wizard shaking his head at Rin's answer.

"Moral support," he repeats with amusement. "Yes, I'm sure me cheering you on was the greatest help in catching that pike."

"Indeed," Rin murmurs with a toothy approximation of a grin. He starts loping his way across camp and towards the woods - clearly off to get his own dinner. Gale watches him walk off into the woods, his head leaned against his hand with an indulgent smile on his face. Certainly much happier than when he last saw Rin walk away.

The mood lightened by the banter, conversation continues around him. Gale is still looking at Rin's retreating form, his mind drifting back to the river - to Rin's arms wrapped around him, holding him close, his lips against his .Wyll busies himself starting to cook the fish and they chatter idly for a bit. It's a few moments before someone finally approaches the elephant in the room.

"So, Gale," Shadowheart starts, wearing a lilting smile. "Just what were you and Rin up to, that you vanished for so long and came back looking like-" she gestures with a hand at the flush of his cheeks, "- That. Did something happen?"

"I... ah..." he stumbles, his mind still clouded by the afterglow, almost unable to focus on her question. He clears his throat before answering evasively. "We spent some time in the water. That's all."

"’Spent some time in the water’," Shadowheart repeats, glancing to Astarion. "So, you... went bathing?" She asks, her tone clearly not buying his evasion. "Together?"

Gale can feel his cheeks warm up even more as he grows flustered.

"Yes, together," he retorts, trying to maintain some composure. "What of it?"

"Oh, it's nothing, darling,” Astarion responds, his smirk growing smug. “You and the big bad wolf, spending some time alone together in the water... How romantic."

"Aw, that's sweet," Karlach says, grinning at Gale. The tiefling stifles another laugh behind a fist and Gale can’t tell if she’s genuine or teasing. Until she continues, "Sooo, the big, gruff lythari. Was he gentle?"

Gale is practically turning as red as Karlach now. When in gods’ name did this turn into an interrogation? He's tries to ignore the warm feeling that's rising in his chest at her question.

"That’s no one's business but ours," he manages to say after a moment. "But, if you must know... yes, he was gentle."

Astarion snorts, leaning back against the log he's sitting on, the grin on his face only growing. at the way Karlach's laughing again, Shadowheart's lips curling up, and Wyll's eyebrows raised in shock.

"Not even a little rough?" Astarion wonders, clearly teasing.

Gale is still bright red, looking between Astarion's sly smirk, Karlach's amused grin, and Shadowheart's raised eyebrow. Only Wyll has the decorum to at least look subtle about it.

"Some of us like it when partners aren't rough," he retorts trying to find some way to respond without embarrassing himself further. "And I prefer to keep private matters private, thank you."

"Oh come on, Gale," Karlach whines. "Don’t leave us hanging! Was he, y'know, a wolf in every sense of the word?"

The question has Shadowheart choking out a laugh, her hand over her mouth, as Astarion's smirk widens even further. Wyll very pointedly focuses on the cookpot, and Gale is pretty sure his face is on fire, a startled, flustered noise escaping his lips.

"No!" His voice comes out sharp and strangled with indignance. "I told you it is no one's business but ours!"

"Sounds like someone's being defensive," Karlach teases, holding back laughter. "What d’you think, Wyll?"

Wyll clears his throat, trying to avoid a laugh, .

"Uh... that’s none of my business," he says, his voice awkward, like he's trying not to sound too interested.

"Oh come on, Wyll-" Karlach teases, nudging him with her shoulder. "We need someone to ask the important questions! Ask him about the teeth!"

Wyll splutters, his face flushed. "That's not an important question!" he protests, almost as flustered as Gale is. "And I'm not going to ask!"

Karlach cackles at the outburst, nudging him harder. "Oh come on, Soldier!"

"I-" Wyll goes to protest again, but this time Astarion beats him to it, cutting in with an amused tone.

"You have to admit," he begins, "it's quite... interesting, that he can transform back and forth. Are there other things he can shapeshift?" Astarion adds with a waggle of his brows.

Gale's shoots the other elf a glare, his mind racing as he desperately tries to come up with a comeback. Before he can retort, though... Karlach leans forward, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh, do you mean like... his other parts? I bet-"

"No!" Gale blurts, flushing bright red. "Lycanthropy doesn’t work like that! His other parts remain the same from-" his mind scrambles to try to find the words, "-from form to form."

Gale winces slightly at his stumbling words. But his frustration keeps him going, "He doesn't alter his... his anatomy," he finishes tersely, his face burning with embarrassment. "And that is more than you or anyone else here needs to know."

Karlach whistles low at Gale’s answer, and Astarion's smirk grows. Gale’s eyes snag on a flare of yellow emerging from the gloom over Astarion’s shoulder.

"I almost don't know if that's reassuring, or disappointing," the vampire teases, none the wiser.

"You wouldn't find out either way, kitten," Rin growls from over the vampires shoulder.

Rin's sudden appearance causes Astarion to jump and yelp in surprise. Gale lets out a relieved sigh - his embarrassment eases slightly as Rin diverts the attention away from him. He’s also more than a little relieved to see Rin back so soon.

"Gods! Stop doing that! You scare the hells out of me," Astarion mumbles, a hand over his chest. Karlach cackles again as Astarion protests.

"Good." The lythari walks past him, licking blood from his muzzle. "Maybe it'll teach you not to gossip."

"I wasn't gossiping," Astarion retorts, "I was simply asking a question."

"And what of you?" The lythari returns with a slight sneer. "Are you cold there all the time, or do you warm up with a little blood? Do you have to ask before you come inside?"

Karlach lets out another bark of laughter, and this time the others join in as Astarion sputters in indignation. Rin comes right back to Gale’s side to lay back down.

"I- I am not cold all the time, and I do not need blood to warm up! You... you don't know what you're talking about-!"

"Well," Rin snarks back, "Maybe whenever you find a partner I'll be sure to ask."

Karlach laughs harder, Astarion's indignant protest increasing, his face flushing as he sputters. It takes all Gale's self-control not to cackle at the way Rin managed to turn this back in Astarion’s face.

The lythari leans closer to Gale, looking up at him with those bright citrine eyes. Then without a word, the huge black wolf lays his head in Gale's lap. Warmth floods through Gale at the simple affectionate gesture. A warm, fond, smile spreads across his face, and his hands begin to run through the fur of Rin's head, between Rin's ears.

The activity of camp continues on around them, finally moving on to something else, but Gale only has for the wolf on his lap and the feel of his hand running through Rin's fur. Things have clearly changed between them - but he can’t help but feel it’s certainly for the better.

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TF[RiD’15]: Steeljaw X G/N canine/wolf-bot reader

•Fandom: Transformers: Robots In Disguise [2015]

•Theme: Steeljaw x G/N Canine-bot reader

•Title: "Freedom Awaits"

•Rating: PG; [mentions of clawing and typical Steeljaw behaviors] pretty sfw

•Notes: A rewrite of an old fanfic. Comrade used for G/N comfort. Steeljaw is just being a desperate loner looking for pack mates. Might be a part two of this if there is any interest. [fic below the cut]

"Most would say that fate whispers to the wolf; you cannot withstand the storm, but this wolf whispered back....I am the storm," Rushing through soon-to-be clawed up trees with talons lashing and frantic panting, you recited the quotation within your troubled and frantic mind, having learned it somewhere in the past but unaware of the real source. You strode on hind and front paws, then on two legs after exhaustion began to kick in. You'd been on the run from the autobot, "Bee" for what seemed hours. You only knew a portion of his name because the ignorant, red painted, flamboyant bot with him was obnoxious and crude when obviously and simultaneously failing to follow orders.

You soon stopped behind an aged, large tree, panting, and yet, as You tried to muster up the fuel supplies to get up and attempted to run...to no avail. Your joints and coils trembled in your exhausted frame, which resulted in a dramatic collapse before miles and miles of more forest. Your pointed, lupine audial gave a sudden twitch and swiveled around when you picked up the slightest sound of moving debris: a twig or branch snapped beneath what sounded like a large, robotic life-form, "A possible ally?" You whispered with glistening fangs readily apparent to snap as you heaved and panted for air. Your glossa hung from your lower jaw like that of an over-exhausted canine, "Show yourself..." You spoke within raspy breaths. Your optics glowed within the dim lit low lights of the sun falling beneath the trees.

Your audials fell back and your muzzle formed into that of an almost crooked smile with fangs exposed. A fearful gesture, and yet when you were ready to ward whatever it was off with a fear-inducing growl, you were suddenly whacked across your chassis with something sharp and searing. Instead of the growling, all you could muster up was a soft whimper of sudden shocked pain and discomfort, "Who are you? Why would you do that??" You continued to pant and bare your fangs as you backed yourself further into the tree. Your assailant's optics became visible in the impending darkness provided by the clustered trees and their foliage. Claws dug holes into the Earth and rake-marks into the tree's tender hide. You became so frightened that you hadn't noticed your own tail between your trembling knees.

After several moments of taunting from the intruder amidst the shadows, it finally spoke aloud, "Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is, you know," The seductive, almost soothing tone seemed quite eerie and disturbing behind the darkened visage of the night. The sudden sound of raking against the bark of another innocent tree struck your audio receptors enough to create a small spark of static and disruption, "Dear...comrade, what are you doing so exhausted and lost in the wilderness of this...backwater planet? Have you endured the same torture? The rude welcoming committee, and worst of all...the Autobots?" The figure stepped toward the small patch of light before you and revealed himself. His appearance was familiar, but you knew not his scent.

"Who are you?" You asked as your voice cracked under anxious pressure, "I will not fall prey to another-" Your words were cut short as a clawed digit pressed itself up against your maw.

"-Trap? No need to fear dear comrade, I bear the same marking as you. We are both-I assume-two cons' trying to make a living on a new planet. A new home to call our own without being treated as...criminals... and morseo...equals," He nodded his head as you glanced down at the deep claw marks through your chestplate. You winced at the still-lingering pain, "I'm sorry about that, loner. I was merely covering your tracks. You'd have probably been caught by now and stuffed back into one of those...stasis pods, again,"

"Thanks....I guess," You crossed your servos over your chassis and glanced away from your assailant, but you glanced back without hesitation, "Who are you?" You raised an eyebrow and rose off of the ground slowly-the tree supporting your still-weakened knees, "I would like to know the name of my...savior," You faltered at that final term, but kept the same, almost blank expression as their optics met.

"My name is, SteelJaw, and no need to thank me, comrade...all I ask is that you join me..on the hunt for more comrades; brothers and sisters...just like us," He clenched a fist and thrusted it to his chassis, showing confidence with every fluid motion of his being, "Again, will you join me, co-"

"My name, call me by my name," He glanced at You, seemingly startled by your retort, with a raised brow and leaned against the tree in which he clawed into shambles, as if he awaited your reply, "It's, (Y/N; first part)" You cut yourself short momentarily, not wanting the devious wolf-mech to catch your full name. You were an extremely cautious Decepticon/Autobot as odd as it seemed, and you were so tired of the rash betrayal or being hunted down by other Decepticons or even being turned in by undercover Autobots.

"...what? You seem to have...come off a bit short?" A sly grin formed on the maw of the wolf-like muzzle sported by SteelJaw. His razor-sharp fangs were visible to you as you shifted and swallowed hard before offering a reply...

"(Y/N; last part)," With defeat in your chords, you lowered your audials and glanced over at the wolf’con, who seemed to be rather amused by your strange behavior and body language, "Don't tell anybody else about my name....or me," Your pointed a claw at least inches away from Steeljaw's chin as he chuckled with utter amusement at your newly delivered threat.

“(Y/N), my dear, why would I do that...Join me. Join my...pack as it would seem I am but one..." He seemed to be playing a rather pitiful card as You saw through his pack of lies rather confidently, "I just might accidentally alert the nearest autobot of your whereabouts...unless you stick with me to...avoid that scenario, don't you think?" The sly lupine con bore his fangs in a gnarled grin as he knew he'd won. He approached you much closer, almost muzzle to muzzle, "I take that as a...yes?"

"....Yes,"

End Part

[cyberbeast99]

Werewolf HRT First Moon: Part 2

Here's the next part of my Werewolf HRT story! Hope you guys enjoy! (no art this time qwq)

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The animal cry resonates through the night as I revel in my new form. I’m overwhelmed by the sheer euphoria. Of how right this feels. I stand there unmoving, listening to the echoing howl fade away with my new hypersensitive ears. I hear a whimper from the corner of the room. Candy’s huddled there, eyes wide, staring at me.

“Ho-ly shit. Uhhh, Eric?  You still in there?”

 I can hear her panicked heartbeat, and smell her apple shampoo, sour sweat, and another odor that I’m able to recognize as the scent of fear.

Oh. My. God.

I open my mouth to reassure her but my words get caught at the back of my throat and come out as a choked inhuman snarl. Candy shrinks further into the wall. Instead of verbal support, I crouch down next to her and place my hairy paw gently on her back. After a bit, she calms down, and rests her head against the thick fur on my chest.

“Wow, you’re so soft!”

I make another attempt at speech and succeed, albeit in a deep guttural growl so different from my normal whiny voice.

“Crazy, right?”

She looks at me, eyes full of wonder. “I had my doubts, but… wow. Just wow. This cannot be real.”

“Did it hurt?” she inquires.

“It was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. Like my whole body was on fire. I had no idea it was gonna hurt that much.”

“Actually, I think it should have hurt a lot worse,” she says 

“At the speed that you just changed, every single cell in your body rearranging as fast as they did, it shouldn’t even be possible! The energy expended just from friction should have burnt you up!”

Great, she’s nerding out again. As she begins to list off every reason why it’s scientifically impossible, I tune her out and begin to notice a ton of other noises. Our heartbeats, our breathing, but also the sound of crickets, the tiny footfalls of what I assume to be a raccoon or a rabbit outside, and this incredibly irritating high-pitched whine that I can’t place. I remember Grace talking about how she had to unplug every electronic device in her house because the noise was driving her crazy, and I determine that what I’m hearing is the buzz of electricity.

 I stand back up, still feeling as if I’m in a trance. I pad down the hall, enjoying the sound of my claws clicking on the floorboards and the sensation of my tail swishing behind me. I fumble with the bathroom doorknob, wrench it open, and frown. The bathroom, painted sea green, is now completely gray. 

Huh. Guess I’m colour-blind.

I stare at myself in the mirror.  Run my paws through the fur on my rawboned lupine arms. Feel the rippling muscles on my torso. Gently tug on my tail. Touch my wet canine nose. My irises have enlarged and turned a deep amber colour. I open my mouth and run my pink tongue along my sharp, yellowish animal teeth. Over my black wolf lips.

Yes!

YES!

Suddenly I’m overcome with claustrophobia. I need fresh air, and badly. “I’m going outside.” I say. Candy looks nervous, but she follows me nonetheless. The second I step outside, I’m barraged by another sensation overload, this time from the trash cans lined up along the street. The stench of garbage fills my nostrils and it’s…  not unpleasant. I note that I seem to perceive scents differently as a werewolf. The odour of rotting meat in particular is appealing and appetizing, serving to fuel the wild hunger in my gut.

In the cool night air, I feel clean. The breeze feels great on my hot wolf fur. I have this need to move, to run and run, give into the primal urges in this body and disappear into the forest like the beast that I am. But the majority of my brain is still too self conscious to do that yet, especially with Candy here. I notice that she’s still scared of me, and I need to show her that I mean her no harm. 

Also, I need to do something about this hunger. 

“Wanna get some food?” I inquire. She nods and reaches for her keys. I’ve never gotten my license. I’m absolutely terrified of losing focus while driving and hurting someone. I hop into the passenger seat, and she pulls out of the driveway. We drive to a Wendy’s a kilometer away. The dining room is closed, so we head to the drive thru. I’m absolutely starving at this point, so we order a ton of burgers. The clerk gives me a really weird look, but I’m way too hungry to care. By the time Candy pulls into my driveway, I’ve wolfed down five burgers and I’m halfway through a sixth. Candy shuts down the car and turns to me.

“Eric?” “Yeah?” I mumble through a mouthful of hamburger. Ketchup and hot grease dribble onto my furry chest.

“You know those dreams I’ve been having about Krystal?” 

“Your fursona?” I inquire.

“Eric, I’ve been thinking a lot and I’ve discovered she’s more than my fursona.” Candy says seriously.

“I’ve decided to book an appointment with Dr. Erian and see if he can give me some sort of rabbit-lion HRT. I was skeptical, but after what I’ve seen tonight, I think it’s possible” says Candy. “But I’m doing this by the book. That means I’m going through the year of living as my preferred species. I also talked with Grace, and we’re wondering if you wanted to help us set up a support group. We’ve found a few other alterhumans who want to join.” “Really?” I ask? She nods. “I like that very much,” I say.

Hey guys, Cyber here! As you might know from @vy-canis-melodis's comic, me, her, @candyrocks03, @gracewolfing, and @hyacinthdoll1315 are working on a collab! I'm super excited for this and I hope you guys are too! Stay tuned for the next pawesome adventure!

[rockybloo]

what are some of your favorite aspects of jack and nana’s dynamic? please unleash the red beans thoughts into the world 😭❤️

personally i love how flirtatious nana is with jack (and only jack!), it’s a complete subversion of what you’d expect from her personality

Oh there are SO many aspects.

I love that Jack is a clumsy goofball who is willing to do anything for Nana and wouldn't hesitate getting into a fight for her because no one is talking bad about Nana in his presence.

Nana learning to come out of her shell a bit more due to her friendship with Jack but not because he's telling her she has to. Jack actually works with her antisocialness and learns about her boundaries and limits. Nana just likes being around him and would like to be around him more. But in order to do that, she knows she has to stop holding herself back from interacting with everyone by staying in her room or the Lupine forest.

There's the fact Nana is the one who teaches Jack how to fight in hand-to-hand combat. Xia def has their hand in teaching him but Nana is what makes the lessons stick (she also is the one who teaches him how to use his elongated canines). That lad learned how to bite and make it count from his girlfriend.

The fact they both have their own "dark" sides that they are a bit self conscious about while ironically loving the other's alternate side and wishing they'd be more comfortable about it.

Nana is very aware of the fact Jack likes sweets and always makes some for him when she gets the chance, but she also knows he needs to eat healthy foods too. And sometimes, getting Jack to eat that good stuff is like pulling teeth. So, in the early days before she fully moved into Briar Patch, she'd bring homecooked food with her for Jack to make sure he's eating SOMETHING that ain't jam packed with sugar. And she knows because she made it, he'll eat it.

I also very much love that Nana is so flirtatious with Jack even though she's so reclusive around people she doesn't know and can be super pokerfaced around her own friends. She does express herself around Pin, Ashe, and Kai, but Jack is the one who fully sees her other sides. She wasn't planning on having him be the only one either, but he makes her feel so comfortable she tends to drop that limit she has on her emotions.

What's funny too is that she wasn't planning on being the flirty type, nor did she intend to be, but one day she did something and Jack responded a certain way and something inside her woke up. She learned she really liked how Jack gets when she flusters him.

I think what my absolute favorite part of their dynamic is the fact that Nana never intended to fall in love with Jack. She was fully planning on just never falling in love...ever. She was fully avoidant of such a thing and never thought it would happen to her. And then Jack came stumbling into her life and accidentally breaking down the walls she built around herself by just being a genuinely nice guy and good friend and she realized "Shit I got it bad for the farm boy."

There's something about a character trying to suppress their feelings for someone because they are scared of getting hurt and/or just have low hopes for life, only for the ball of sunshine to be head-over-heels for them leading to them spending more time around the latter and having them grow fonder and fonder. And then one day they snap and just have that realization when they are by themselves one day "SHIT I'M IN LOVE"

The list of the things I love about Jack and Nana and their interactions together would literally be endless but they are just super fun and comfy for me to write and draw together.

[ashwritesmonsters]

The Thru-Hiker (part 2)

Female Reader x Male Mothperson (Desmond)

Prev: [Interlude] Next: [Part 3] Words: 2.9k Note: Yes, this story is alive! Don't mind me just editing things like 80 times 😭

As you wake gently to the sun shining through old lace curtains, you enjoy a delicious moment of not quite knowing where you are. Your body feels rested properly for the first time in ages, and the bed underneath you feels impossible to get up from. This all changes when you remember you're in Willow Grove, on the second floor of Evangeline's Bed & Breakfast, and running into Desmond again is a very real possibility. The town was a tiny one, after all, and Moths like Desmond literally stood head and shoulders above the humans, Selkies, and Lupines in town.

With the possibility of seeing him again giving you much needed motivation to get out of bed—you literally imagine yourself hugging him and nuzzling into his soft neck fuzz—you quickly freshen up with an indulgent hot shower and throw on some fresh clothes. You never realized how much you missed wearing things like leggings and sweaters until you wore nothing but purpose-made hiking gear for months. 

The moment you step out of your cozy room, you're dragged by the nose downstairs towards the aroma of fresh croissants. As you step into the kitchen, Evangeline pulls a baking sheet with half a dozen of them out of the oven, her tail wagging with satisfaction.

"Good morning, dear," she greets you, moving with impressive speed to set out a plate and silverware for you in the breakfast nook. "How did you sleep?"

"Perfectly," you reply, playing hot potato with a fresh croissant as you sit at your plate. 

"I've forgotten how nice it is to sleep in a real bed. I seriously considered never getting up."

"Well that just wouldn't do!" She smiles warmly, baring her sharp canines. "Otherwise, who would I share breakfast with?" She turns her back on you for a moment to reach for jugs on the counter. "Coffee, orange juice, water?" She offers.

"Coffee, please," you ask. You heft your camera off your shoulder strap and onto the table, where it's joined by a mug of steaming coffee. You don't have to be a coffee snob to tell by smell alone that this is better than the freeze-dried stuff you had with you on the trail.

"You're a photographer, I take it?" Evangeline asks, eyeing your toaster-sized camera.

"I am," you say between bites of warm croissant. She smiles as you enjoy her delicious handiwork.

"Is that what brings you to Willow Grove?"

You think while you chew. Yes, you could tell her that you're here because you hiked five months to find a Moth you hooked up with in the woods, whose full name and contact info you don't even know, and you're sorta hoping to just bump into him in town and...

"Pretty much," you lie. "I took lots of photos on the trail, and I guess I didn't want to go straight back to the big city. Willow Grove is a very pretty town." That last part is honest.

"Well you are in for a treat." Evangeline leans in, elbows on the counter. She's proud of her town and her tail wagging is proof. "If you're looking for something to do today, I'd love to help you with some recommendations of mine."

"That would be lovely." Just like that, your croissant is nothing but crumbs, so you sip your coffee.

"Well, I think you should start at our library." Evangeline reads your mind and grabs you another warm croissant. "I'm sure you would find the archival photos there interesting. There are some from nearly a hundred years ago on the microfiche."

"Wow. That's pretty good archiving." You start working on the second croissant. You're drawn in by the chance to see this town in photos a century old. The town already feels so steeped in history; you'd love being able to see it for real.

"For a town this size it's unheard of. The library really is the centerpiece of the town. It's the only building with three stories and it's a beauty, too. It's all red brick and stained glass on the outside, with stained wood and brass fittings on the inside. It's pretty enough to photograph on its own, now that I think of it."

"I'll have to do that, then," you chew. "Thank you for the recommendation, Evangeline. I'd be lost without your help."

"Of course, dear. Don't hesitate come by and chat with me again."

You nod eagerly and thank her again. Between Evangeline's generosity and the small town charm, Willow Grove was growing on you. Once you finish your coffee and croissant, your camera finds itself slung on your shoulder once again and you set off, stepping out into the crisp Autumn air.

The walk to the library is a pleasant one, with the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke in the air. As you approach the building, you see what Evangeline meant when she said it was the town's centerpiece. The red brick exterior is adorned with intricate stained-glass windows depicting scenes of nature and the townspeople. Where the morning light shines on the exterior just right, you frame a shot and snap a photo.

Stepping inside, you're greeted by the rich, dark wood interior that oozes warmth and history. If you weren't drawn here by the lure of the archival photos (and didn't have a Mothman to find), you'd want nothing more than to curl up in a warm corner and finish a book in one sitting. Your eyes are drawn to the towering bookshelves that seem to reach for the heavens, each equipped with rolling ladders to access the highest volumes.

Following Evangeline's advice, you make your way to the microfiche room, eager to delve into the historical photographs she had mentioned. Upon entering, you find yourself alone under the dim lighting with only the sound of analogue machinery as various machines hum and click around you.

You take a seat at one of the microfiche machines, both eager and intimidated. You're no stranger to old tech, but you've never used one of these, and the machine's knobs and scroll wheels seem don't match anything you've used before. With determination, you begin to attempt operation, threading a nearby spool of delicate film through the machine and squinting at the projected images on the screen.

Despite your best efforts, the machine proves stubborn and uncooperative. The images refuse to focus properly, and the scroll wheel seems to have a mind of its own as it either moves too fast or not at all. Growing increasingly frustrated, you ball your hands into fists and fight the urge to smack the machine. You'd probably end up more damaged than the machine if you did.

"Ugh," you mutter under your breath, trying to channel your patience and remind yourself that it's just an old machine. "Why won't you cooperate?"

Taking a deep breath, you look around the dimly lit room, seeking solace in the quiet space. As your eyes adjust to the low light, you notice the intricate details of the machinery and the countless reels of microfiche waiting to be explored. Thinking about the long history of this town and the fact you're only one of many people determined to photograph it and record its charm calms you down a bit.

You refocus your attention on the stubborn machine, steeling yourself for another attempt at coaxing it into cooperation.

Just as you're about to touch the scroll wheel again, a gentle tap on your shoulder startles you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you spin around, only to find Desmond standing behind you with a warm smile on his face. 

"Hey there," he says softly, his big red eyes sparkling with amusement. "Need a hand?"

"Desmond!" you exclaim, unable to contain your joy at seeing him again. With a mix of delight and relief, you sweep him into a tight hug, lifting his featherlight frame off the ground for a moment. His fluffy wings flutter against your back, and you can't help but smile even wider.

"Wow, someone got pretty swole on the trail," Desmond jokes awkwardly as you set him back down, his chitinous features accentuating his shy grin. "I'm glad to see you too."

"Sorry, I just got carried away," you apologize, cheeks burning a little. "It's been so long since we last saw each other."

"Yeah, it really has," he agrees, rubbing the back of his neck. "How have things been for you since we... parted ways?"

"Tiring, but good," you reply, trying to focus on the positive aspects of hiking and living like a caveman. "I actually finished the trail just a few days ago. You weren't kidding when you said the town was right near the trail's end."

"Well, welcome back to civilization. I don't need to reintegrate you to society do I?" He teases.

"Shut up," you land a playful shove against his shoulder. "What are you doing in the library, anyway? You haven't been stalking me since I got into town, have you?" You tease back.

"Actually, I work here. It's what I did before I hiked the trail and it's good to be back."

Desmond the Librarian just seems too fitting for him. "How's life as a librarian?" You ask.

"Quiet, mostly," Desmond admits with a chuckle. "But I like it. It gives me time to read and watch old movies, which is nice. Plus, I get to help people find what they're looking for, whether it's a book or a piece of microfiche."

"Speaking of which," you say, gesturing toward the stubborn machine, "any tips on how to make this damn thing work?"

"Of course," Desmond says, stepping closer to the microfiche machine. With a few deft movements of his slender fingers, he adjusts the knobs and scroll wheels, and the image on the screen comes into focus.

"Thanks," you say with relief. "I was about to give up on this thing."

"Anytime," he replies with a warm smile. Then, he glances around for a moment before leaning in slightly, voice hushed as if by instinct in the quiet library. "Hey, do you want to see something really cool?"

"Sure, what is it?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

"Come with me," Desmond says, leading you out of the dimly lit microfiche room and toward a staircase tucked away in the back corner of the library. "There's a private office upstairs with an amazing view of the town. I think you'll like it."

As you ascend the stairs, you notice the atmosphere shifting from the cozy bustle of the library to a serene, quieter space. The dark wood paneling continues upwards, and the scent of old books melds with the faintest hint of dust.

Desmond opens the door to the private office, revealing a room filled with antique furniture and more floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A large, arched window dominates one wall, offering a stunning view of Willow Grove below.

"Wow, this place is incredible," you breathe, taking in the beauty of the room and the town beyond. Townspeople below mill about, getting ready for a lazy morning. You can see the cafes on the main street starting to fill up and people driving their cars on the winding roads to the neighboring towns.

"I thought you might like it," Desmond says, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's one of my favorite spots in the library."

You both step closer to the window, absorbing the breathtaking view and enjoying each other's company in the peaceful atmosphere of the office.

"You know, um..." Desmond starts, fidgeting with his neck fluff, "I'm happy to see you again. I'm glad decided to find me again."

"Me too." You sidle up to him, enjoying the warmth of one of his wings. "I worried you'd think I was crazy, or you'd have gotten over me, or..."

Desmond stops you. "No, not at all. "I'll admit, this would have been much easier if I just gave you my number," he chuckles, "but it just didn't feel right back then, you know? But now that some time has passed and I've gotten to be on my own for a bit... this feels right, having you with me."

"Thank you," you reply, touched by his words. Your heart swells, and the knowledge that Desmond is just as happy as you are to be here has your face filling with warmth. If Evangeline's croissants were a feeling, they'd be closest to the sensation of Desmond wrapping a soft, warm, fuzzy wing around you as you both watch Willow Grove come to life.

Just as you're about to stand on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on him somewhere, the door behind you swings open.

"Desmond, I need to talk to you about..." The voice, strong and low like dark chocolate, trails off as the Mothwoman enters the room and spots you. Immediately, an aura of coldness and intimidation emanates from her, making the air heavy with tension. She's taller even than Desmond, and her black wings, spiderwebbed with streaks of white, wrap around her like a cloak.

"Who is this?" she demands, her gaze fixed on you. The warmth in the room dissipates like a snuffed out candle.

"Mom, this is my friend," Desmond says, trying to defuse the situation. "We met on the Appalachian Trail a while back."

"Friend?" Samara narrows her eyes, suspicious of your presence. Her overprotectiveness of Desmond is palpable, making you feel like an intruder in their world.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs... um..." You stammer, offering your hand in a polite gesture.

"Samara," she replies icily, ignoring your extended hand. She turns her attention back to Desmond. "You never mentioned any new friends from your trip."

"Ah, well, we just recently got back in touch," Desmond explains, his voice wavering slightly under his mother's scrutiny.

"Is that so?" Samara regards you with a steely gaze, her tone accusatory. She begins asking terse, probing questions, attempting to assess you as if you were a threat. "How did you meet? Why are you here in Willow Grove?"

"Um, we met by chance on the trail," you respond, feeling uneasy under her intense stare. "As for the rest, I'm just here to take some photographs. It's a hobby of mine." You try to remain polite, but can't help being taken aback by her coldness.

"Photographs," she repeats skeptically, looking you up and down. There's something unspoken in her expression, a hint of distrust that you can't quite decipher.

"Mom, please," Desmond interjects, coming to your defense. "It's really not a big deal. We're just catching up."

"Fine," Samara relents, her tone still chilly. "But don't plan on spending all day with her. You're needed at the circulation desk soon." With that, she gives you one last lingering glare before turning and leaving the room as abruptly as she had entered.

You stand there in the wake of her departure, heart pounding, as the atmosphere slowly begins to return to near-normal.

"Sorry about that," Desmond says with an apologetic grimace. "My mom can be a bit... overprotective."

"Is she always like this?" you ask, still reeling from the encounter.

"Unfortunately, yes," he admits. "Especially lately, with the town's Founding Festival coming up. She's been under a lot of stress." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before continuing, "I guess I should let you know she's the mayor of Willow Grove, so the responsibility of overseeing the whole event falls on her."

"Your mom is the mayor?" Your jaw goes a bit slack. Having his mom dislike you is one thing, but when she runs the whole town? You try to shake off the lingering unease, focusing instead on the warmth of Desmond's wing as he returns to your side and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah," he chuckles nervously. "She's a bit of a local celebrity around here. I'm really sorry for how she acted towards you. I promise, it's not personal."

"Thanks," you say, managing a small smile. "I appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Of course," Desmond replies, his gentle eyes meeting yours. "You're important to me, and I don't want my mom's behavior to drive you away."

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter, but there's also a pang of disappointment. When he had introduced you as "just a friend" earlier, it had stung a little, even though you understood why he did it. You wonder if that's all you can be to him when Samara is around – just a friend.

Desmond seems to sense your uncertainty, and hesitantly reaches out to take your hand. "Hey," he says softly, "if you're up for it, I'd love to take you on a real date soon. Somewhere outside of this dusty old library."

"Really?" The hopefulness in your chest flares up at his words.

"Absolutely," he confirms, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I want to show you the town and get to know you even better."

"Then I'd love that," you reply, feeling a mix of emotions, but still hopeful. Willow Grove seems like a town just magical enough to make this work, no matter how much warming up Desmond's mom needs before she gives up the cold shoulder.

[notsorryiml8]

Okay, slow on the uptake, so bear with me, as I’m sure someone else has already mentioned it. But remember I’m late to the Naruto fandom, so please have mercy on me, lol. Random thoughts pop into my head throughout the work day and this is one of them.

Never really thought about it, but in love with the factoid/ideology that Kakashi’s Anbu mask is a fox! I know there’s a lot of fanon lore that he was/is a dog (that sounds weird. Kakashi is a dog! Darn, what did bruh do to you?!) and the fox revelation came long after fanon in one of the novels, or so I’m told, but I get it and it makes sense. In the long run, it’s kinda sorta wholesome. It unintentionally and unironically connects him to Naruto, who has Kurama, the nine-tailed FOX, inside of him. So, it’s like dude with the fox mask becomes sensei and mentor to kid with the fox inside. It’s relational. Fox teaches baby fox kinda thing. How even in Anbu, he was still connected to that kid and his sensei, the part of himself that he wanted to get away from. It’s kind of paying homage to the past and looking to the future. And, at least to me, makes sense. Naruto was masking his fox and Kakashi was wearing a fox mask. I know some folks are like, he’d be more suited to have a dog or wolf mask, which ngl, would be tight, as he is, for some unexplored reason, connected to wolves, dogs, and the canine/lupine family of things, but at the end of the day I get the whole fox thing. But that’s just me and I really do have to get back to work, bah, 😝 but just sayin…

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Here is a small extract from my most recent masterpiece and WIP! It’s a take on a completely depraved and chronically in love Severus Snape whose sole focus is poly!marauders.

Depravity (Extract); Part 2.

Remus drew in an exasperated breath and rolled his amber orbs while treading the few steps towards James. Severus was ever thankful for how comfortable they were in each others space, never failing to look as though they were embodiment of Lucifer’s own wet dreams created by carefully woven magic. Demonstrating his cause of unholiness, Remus cupped the back of James’ neck and trailed his fingers languidly over the skin with an effortless sensuality that could only be described as a caress; Snape watched on with rapt attention and sunk a canine into the inner corner of his lip when his mouth began to run dry.

Potter angled his head down, only to make the smooth skin under his collar more accessible to Lupin but consequently came face to bloodied face with Severus. He knew James didn’t think anything of their closeness but Severus did.

Severus did and he could feel the life James respired from his lungs escape his parted lips only to reach his own, and god forbid any one of the boys had mastered the art of Legilimency because the thought of inhaling James’ air – the oxygen he in-took, that conspired within him, and then exhaled free for him – stirred a blur of feelings previously imbedded so deeply in him he swore he felt them crawl from the burning purgatory and settle in his chest with a roaring ferocity. Ignoring the coppery taste, he sucked in a breath and allowed an ounce of visible depravity in the form of a darting tongue that gave him a deep-seated satisfaction.