#cw bites

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Hurt/No Comfort

@wolfstarmicrofic July 20, word count 796

Part three of werewolf Sirius

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CW - Blood, torture, attack, cuts, bites

The wolves were all pretty subdued after the eventful night. Most were dozing and the rest were either eating or relaxing around the camp. Sirius was sitting beside Remus, tucking into a big bowl of that mystery stew. Remus was lazily running his fingers up and down his back. 

“Tell us how you got captured then,” Marcus suddenly said. “Remus won’t tell us your story, but now you’re here, and he isn’t being such a stroppy git, can we hear what happened?” Sirius turned to Remus.

“It’s up to you, sweetheart,” Remus told him gently. Sirius opened up his mind, deciding it would be easier to show the gathered wolves what happened than try to retell it. He closed his eyes and remembered that rainy night when he and Remus were supposed to be on an easy-guarding mission.

“Why does it always rain when it’s us?” Sirius grumbled as he shook his long hair. "It's always perfect weather when Potter's about," Remus sighed at him and produced two umbrellas from inside his robe. Sirius took it gratefully. But in the split second, the umbrella was blocking his view, as he opened it, they were ambushed. 

“Hello, cousin,” Bellatrix cackled as they were stunned. 

They awoke in a dungeon. 

“Remus?” Sirius croaked, “Remus?” A groan from the other corner let him know where his boyfriend was. He crawled over to him and checked he was alright. He had a swollen cheek, but that seemed to be about it. They held each other in the dark. 

Days passed and no one came. They were both getting nervous as the full moon was coming and Sirius had discovered they’d been given magic suppressants in the water that was sent to their cell every day. They stopped drinking, hoping the potion would pass through their systems before the moon rose. 

Sirius tried again and again to transform into Padfoot but nothing happened. Remus began to ache and stayed as far away from Sirius as the tiny space allowed. 

When Remus dropped to the floor and began to scream, Sirius banged on the door and shouted for help, but no one came. He tried to change into Padfoot right up until Remus stopped writhing around on the floor. He backed into the opposite corner and waited for the inevitable. 

The gigantic wolf shook out its fur and sniffed the air. Moony prowled forward, his teeth glistening in the small amount of light that made its way into the dungeon. The wolf didn’t even bother moving quickly, he taunted Sirius with how slowly he moved towards him. Moony shoved his massive nose into Sirius’s chest and sniffed. Sirius thought for a split second that maybe Moony recognised him and wouldn’t hurt him. But then the wolf lifted its enormous head, looked him straight in the eyes and bit down, hard. Sirius screamed, the pain was unbearable. 

He woke up alone, covered in his own blood. He pulled away his tattered shirt and assessed the damage beneath. Deep puncture wounds marred the skin around his shoulder. He knew what it meant, but he didn’t care, all he cared about was where Remus was.

Finally, after another week in the dungeons, Bellatrix appeared. 

“Bella, please, where’s Remus?” He begged her to tell him, but she just smiled her insane grin and cast the cruciatus curse on him over and over, leaving him once he passed out. She came down on the morning of the full moon and tortured him. His body was already in pain. She just laughed at him when he pleaded with her not to, not today. He didn’t last long, which must have pissed her off as she cast a slicing charm on him as well, and he woke to dozens of thin, itchy cuts all over his body. 

The moon rose and his first transformation started. It was hard. It hurt more than the bite had and way more than anything Bellatrix could ever do to him. His bones broke, his tendons snapped, and his blood felt like it was boiling inside his veins. He threw his head back and screamed until his voice gave out. He didn’t remember much after that, just a few snippets of pain and fear. 

The transformation back to his human form was just as painful. He was exhausted by the end of it. He curled up into a ball and wept. 

He ended the story there, putting his walls back up and walked away from the camp, needing a moment to collect himself. It was even harder reliving those hard months below Lestrange castle. Tears dripped down his face and onto the dusty ground below. He didn’t want to be here any more, but he felt that leaving wasn’t an option for him either. 

Next part

[sacredsapling]

All Inktobers/Angeltobers so far! Many prompts are credited to @sancta-seraphina and @ultrainfinitepit

[starwarsanthropology]

Fox passed out having a Hell Of A Time

Full version here

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

if ur still doing kiss meme, 🎲 for the Scrimshander to kiss Elias! (refs can be found #T6FS)

kiss after a bite!!

[paintedcrows]

Some Oldies in the 80s AU sketches! Grunkle Stan and Young Ford this time.

They are so funny to me. Like to me Stan is completely secure in his relationship with Older Ford. He has just spent MONTHS alone on the open ocean with the guy. Nothing this Young Ford can throw at him can compare. Ford, still a bundle of ego and grudges, has no idea how to respond. Also Bill is a menace

[hawnks]

You're jealous. It makes you lash out, makes you meet Keigo with claws and teeth and cruel, irrational accusations.

You pack a bag after your last big blow up, shame dogging your every move. A week. Maybe a little more. However long it takes you to stop feeling like a monster, to rein in these dark impulses that have taken hold of you.

He stops you at the door with a firm grip around your arm. Looming over you, leaning down until he's in your space.

"Why?"

How can you even respond. Why? Isn't he angry with you? Doesn't he see how unreasonable you're being?

You tell him the truth. "I'm embarrassed, Keigo."

His hold on you tightens. "So you're running away?"

"I'm not--" You let out a long breath. "I just need to calm down. Get a hold of myself."

"You can do that here. At home."

You tug. He doesn't release you.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

His expression turns stormy.

"You want to keep secrets from me?" You can't even question this before he's continuing, eyes amber bright and sharp as he pulls you further into his space. "You don't want me to see you what --jealous? Don't I have a right to know? Don't I deserve to be with you for this? We're lovers, and you still want to hide pieces of yourself from me?"

Trembling, you let yourself be drawn back into the penthouse. You couldn't fight him even if you tried.

He sets you on the bed, so he can push you down, curl up on top of you, all around you. Caging you in.

"There," he says. "You're not going anywhere. Would it help if I told you about all the times I wanted to kill anyone who touches you? How about how I want to lock you up, forever and ever? I can show you the collar I picked out, if that would make you feel better." He leans up so he can nibble your ear, whisper, "Or you could put it on me, if you want."

[xitsensunmoon]

Doodle dump. The mer ones are old but I still like the concept so

[lets-ignore-that]

Hear me out

"Saturn eating his son" painting but bite of 83 /j

nom nom :)

[toffeebrews]

Dog coded cross, but like it's sad.

not sure what this genre of art I'm doing is, but I like it.

[teddybeartoji]

wolf!suguru pretending to bite reader's neck just to feel you tremble and squirm in his arms... pushing at his chest... maybe letting out a quiet little whimper..... all that for him to pull away with a sly grin, his teeth on full display as he coos at you teasingly,, telling you that he would never hurt you.....................

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Hospital AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 17, word count 995

CW- Cuts, Animal attack, Bite marks

Sirius stretched across the gurney, carefully holding his cup of coffee so he didn’t pour the scalding liquid down himself. 

“Hey, James. How long have we been on shift?” He asked his equally prostrate best friend. James groaned as he lifted his arm to check his watch. 

“8 hours.” He yawned. They were on the night shift, and the cases were either dull easy to diagnose stuff that could have waited for a GP in the morning or total calamities. 

He raised his head to take a sip of his drink when his pager went off. 

“Damn it,” He cursed as he dodged the liquid that came flying out of the cup. “That was close. I almost marred my beautiful face.” 

“Come on, urgent call to A&E,” James told him, grabbing him and jogging down the hall. 

The room was utter Bedlam. People were shouting at each other. A nurse was carrying a handful of bloody cloth to the hazardous waste bin. More nurses were fitting IVs and monitors to the patient lying still in the bed. Nurse Evans moved out of the way, and Sirius got his first glance at what they were working with. 

In the bed lay a twenty-something young man. Who could have been quite good-looking but now had long gashes across his face, one of which sliced his face in half from the corner of his eye, across his nose and finishing just above his lip. Sirius sucked in a breath as he took it in. 

“That’s not the worst of it.” Nurse Evans warned. Sirius glanced down as his eyes darted across the rest of his body. There were more slashing cuts, and the soft flesh of his waist and abdomen had huge puckered holes dotted about in stretched-out crescent arches. 

“Are those bite marks?!” James exclaimed, moving closer to the man. Nurse Evans nodded. 

“His back is all cut up, same as his front. Whatever attacked him got him good.” She sighed. “Poor man, he’s going to be in a lot of pain and shock when he wakes up.” She handed over his notes to James and busied herself cleaning the wounds. 

Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off the man.

“Do these look like dog bites?” He questioned as his fingers ghosted above the damaged skin.

“They look too big but definitely canine. Wolf, maybe?” James screwed up his face as he tried to figure it out. 

“There aren’t any wolves in Britain.” Sirius objected. “Where was he found?” 

“Er, notes say in the car park next to the—oh, for crying out loud. Next to the woodland park.” James scanned the text.

“Still no wild wolves in Britain,” Sirius muttered, only half paying attention to James. 

He grabbed some of the disinfection materials and helped Nurse Evans clean out the wounds. James began spouting off multiple tests he wanted to carry out and leaned over Sirius. Speaking quietly so only Sirius could hear him, he murmured.

“Be careful, yeah. I’ve seen that look before. Don’t get too invested.” Sirius shook his head. 

“I’m a doctor, James, I care. That’s all it is.” He lied. 

“Make sure it is,” James replied, knowing full well Sirius wasn’t telling the truth. 

Nurse Pettigrew appeared with his camera and began documenting the wounds in case it was a police matter. 

“Should I send these to a bite specialist?” He asked Sirius and James. James nodded. 

“Yes, that way, we will know what we’re dealing with. Send a couple of the slashes as well. I swear they look like claw marks.” Nurse Pettigrew disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared after taking countless photos and only disturbing the cleaning once to get shots of the man’s back. 

It took hours to get the man’s wounds cleaned and sutured. He’d had multiple scans, including a brain scan. To make sure he didn’t have a brain bleed. But he didn’t wake up. They weren’t worried yet. His body had sustained a lot of damage, and nothing in his scans showed any reason for him not to be conscious. 

Sirius’s shift had ended hours ago, but he stayed sitting at the man’s side. James had tried to convince him to leave. 

“Sirius, he’s a patient. You need to leave. Please don’t get overly attached to him. You don’t even know anything about him.”

“He’s all alone, James,” Sirius sighed. He already knew he was treading the line between a caring practitioner and becoming too personal with a patient. “No one has called looking for him. The police say no one matching his description has been reported missing. It’s been hours. How can no one be missing him?” James sighed at Sirius as he roughly ran his hand through his hair.

“I know, I know. Just be careful, Sirius.” He clapped his friend on the back and left him to it.

Sirius slept in the uncomfortable visitor’s chair. He kept waking up to check on his patient, but he was always asleep. Morning came, and one of the Nurses brought him breakfast and took the patient’s vitals. It wasn’t until the afternoon, a full 24 hours after he’d been brought in. The man’s eyelids fluttered. Sirius watched with bated breath as slowly, slowly, the man regained consciousness.

“It’s okay,” Sirius said in his most calming voice. “We think you’ve been attacked. You’ve got a lot of cuts, so I need you to keep still so you don’t rip any stitches. But you’re safe, and so far, no complications.” He realised he’d taken the man’s hand and promptly dropped it. “Sorry,” He mumbled under his breath. He watched the man wiggle his now free fingers. Sirius’s training finally kicked in. 

“I’m Doctor Black, Sirius. Do you know what your name is?” He asked as he pressed the call button. The man thought for a second. 

“Remus Lupin.” He said faintly. 

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Remus Lupin.” Sirius smiled at him as Nurse Evans wandered in.   

[sacredsapling]

All of this year’s Inktobers! Many of them were for Angeltober prompts by @ultrainfinitepit and @sancta-seraphina

I had a lot of fun participating in Inktober for the first time, and definitely plan to do more!

[willowser]

i also think that katsuki's baby isn't like. scared of him.

even though she's trying to stick her fingers up his nose and touching his face with damp, sticky hands and pulling on his hair, when he presses his nose to hers and huffs out like an angry bull and tells her quit. it. she just LAUGHS. because that's just her silly dad 🥺

or she starts shrieking just because and he gives her the wildest, most surprised look and she just giggles away. and he presses his mouth to her little ear and tells her, stop y'r screamin' and she pulls away to grin at him, fiddling with her ear before letting out another scream just so he'll do it again 🥺

[ossiethegreat]

killer biting the shit out of color supremacy

based on something @howlsofbloodhounds wrote a while ago. I’m too lazy to go look for it

Color belongs to superyoumna

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Extra :

[polarolds]

son of a binky bonky!

bonus:

[that-dog-is-so-gender]

biting is such a versatile response to things

you love someone? bite them

you hate someone? bite

bored? bite bite

tired? chomp