#gabe & odessa

[monstersandmaw]

So I've just read the entirety of Gabe and Odessa's story for the first time today.

Ghosti. It's so good wtf. I don't have the words to tell you how much I adore those two idiots in love and all the sweetness and fluff that surrounds them.

I am astonished. Positively befuddled. Absolutely and undoubtedly stunned by how beautifully written everything is.

Thank you so much for sharing all that hard work with us.

Thank you???? SO MUCH???? FOR THIS??????? :D :D

Here's a WIP of Gabe's POV from the 'between seasons interlude' thing I worked on, as a thank you, and hopefully a treat?

Contents: shifting, pining, mention of mating/true mates, estranged family, and fluff Wordcount: 2957

The shift was already prickling along his skin the moment her little red VW was out of sight through the trees.

Thunder sensed it first, going tense before herding Axel gently away from the metal fence and chuffing at Mia to follow. For once, they both obeyed without question, and Gabe’s awareness of them faded.

A series of tiny tremors skittered through his muscles and he snarled as a frisson of pain shot up his spine. He needed to get out of sight of the main road and into the woods, but each step he took away from the direction she’d gone felt like he was being torn apart. His wolf was screaming at him to chase after her, throwing itself against the walls of his mind in desperation to make right whatever he’d done wrong, and no amount of human reasoning that she had just been there on holiday would placate it. Wolves didn’t understand time the way humans did and he found no way to convince his wolf that this wasn’t goodbye forever; that he’d see her again in no time.  

Her.

Odessa.

His mate.

That did make him pause, with one foot through the front door, the other still out on the veranda.

He’d mated her.

After leaving the city at just shy of nineteen, he’d spent the intervening fourteen years never expecting to mate anyone, and in less time than a single cycle of the moon after meeting her, he’d mated her.

“Fuck.”

Gabe’s eyes rolled closed and he clutched the doorframe as real, genuine pain lanced through his chest at the growing physical distance between them, and he let out a muted grunt through clenched teeth. He was bound to her for life, and he’d chickened out of telling her what he’d done. “You moon-damned idiot,” he snarled at himself, kicking his legs back into action and slamming the front door shut behind him so hard it made the OS map on the wall to his right vibrate. “You bloody well should have told her.”

He’d told himself that he was holding off telling her because he hadn’t wanted her to feel obliged to stay with him in any way, and while that was the case, he knew he had also just been a coward about it. He might have been certain of his feelings for her, but he had a wolf’s instinct to rely on. She was human, and she deserved the time to make up her own mind about him.

Silently, as he levered off his boots and crossed the living room that still smelled of pancakes and strawberries and of Odessa, he vowed to tell her the next time he saw her face to face. Mating wasn’t like a human marriage ceremony, where it was fundamentally just words, no matter how earnestly they were spoken. This was something that went down to his bones, that bound him to her forever, and he’d chosen it after only two weeks of knowing her. She was his One though. He’d known it the moment he’d looked at her in the Centre and her wide, dark eyes had skated down his body in a way he’d almost been able to feel like a physical touch. There would never be another for him now, no matter what.

The wolf paced and snarled about in his head and in his heart, and he knew there was no way to silence it now. With the moon this close and his mate drawing further and further away, he was facing a shift whether he wanted to or not.

He just about managed to get his clothes off before the cramping began in his shoulders and back, and he pitched forwards onto his hands and knees to let the shift sweep over him in the middle of his living room. God, the last time he’d done this, abandoned himself to the shift, he’d mated her. Just the memory of sinking his knot into her wet heat was enough to make him howl and forget the pain of the transformation.

When it was over, he was out the back door and halfway through the wolf-dog enclosure before he had even realised it. Thunder kept the others back, physically penning them into the den, and Gabe lifted his lip to warn him to stay put. Thunder dropped his head and licked his lips in submissive understanding, and let him go without asking to come along.

Mud beneath his paws, claws digging into the soft, cold earth. Damp air filling his nose. Pine needles. Deer scent.

South.

Run.

Find her.

Find her.

Find her.

He drew up short at the edge of an open meadow and stood stock still apart from his heaving chest.

A fly buzzed past his ear and he twitched it in irritation.

This was too close to being feral. Spooked by that realisation, he shook himself and forced himself to take a step back, to think.

I am not an animal. I am a wolf, but I am a man.

Mate.

Find her.

Again, he shook his head, snapping and snarling.

Think.

His mind was like the mud of the forest behind him — cloying and slow.

He skirted the forest at a steady lope, still on all fours since it was easier to run like that despite his slightly longer hind legs, and as he turned instinctively south west, he realised where he was going. The road cut through a rocky pass that was blanketed in thick trees, and if he was careful about it, he might be able to get there before Odessa’s little red car did. He could watch her.

He knew it was stupid and reckless and dangerous, but the wolf leapt at the thought of catching up to their mate, as though it had become a game of long-distance tag.

They did make it to the promontory before her, and when that red VW trundled into view, he lifted his nose to the sky and howled in triumph. The car didn’t stop though. It didn’t slow, and the sound died in his throat. She didn’t know he was there. She couldn’t sense him the way he could feel her, like a tug on his soul.

The wolf lay down on the rock with his muzzle on his paws and watched the car vanish for a second time. The day drifted by, and he didn’t stir for hours. He felt the moon rising though — another tug in his chest like the pull of his mate, only even more primal — and he threw back his head again and sang his heartache out to her like a child crying to his mother. The moon had always been there for him, in a way his own mother never had been. Ruth Kirkbride was a hard woman, all sharp angles and cutting words, even when her boys had been young children, but the moon was soft curves and gentle guidance, and he lost himself to the wolf that night for the first time in years.

When he woke up, it was to the sound of a car engine and running water, and he panicked. Looking around, he found a small, human building made from cut trees. A cabin.

Shit, he thought, realising exactly what he’d done. His wolf had brought him to the place where his mate’s scent was strongest and he’d lain like an oversized hound outside the door, waiting for her to come back.

And now someone was here to tend to the cabin and ready it for the next visitors. He growled. They were going to destroy her scent with chemicals that burned his nose, and —

Hide!

The wolf took him into the trees in a swirl of dark fur and he lay low in the bracken, just as he had that first night when he’d glimpsed Odessa through the pines in the dark. Except the person who drove up to the cabin and got out of the 4x4 was not Odessa. It was Tala. He backed away and skirted many miles around to avoid her, following the soft calling of Thunder’s warm baritone, checking in. He lifted his muzzle while he paused to lap at another fast-flowing stream and, with his chops still running with icy water, he told them he was coming back.

Slinking back into his house like a thief, Gabe felt ashamed of himself. He forced the shift to ripple through him the moment he was indoors and he hobbled upstairs to run himself a bath. Odessa’s scent filled the bedroom and he considered climbing into bed and losing himself in it for a while, but he knew he should wash the mud off his hands and feet and make himself feel human again. The wolf was angry and brooding, unsettled by the absence of his mate from the den, and confused about why they weren’t going after her.

Gabe phoned in sick after his bath and curled up under the sheets, burying his nose in Odessa’s pillow before exhaustion claimed him and he slept the rest of the day away. It was only the yipping rebukes of Mia that brought him to consciousness again, and after nuzzling once more at Odessa’s pillow and filling his lungs with the scent of her, he got up, dressed, and went to take proper care of his dogs.

Life resumed its pattern after that, though it was hard to keep his focus. It got better when he acquired a smartphone and had an engineer come out to install internet at his cabin. Odessa’s answering selfie had taken him off guard, and when he hit video-call it had gone a long way to quieting his pacing wolf once more. She looked happy and safe. Jake had not resurfaced. She’d been out with her friends, who were apparently dying to meet him and had teased her endlessly about falling in love like it was a Hallmark movie. 

She was also looking at job options, but she seemed a little cagey about the details, so he left that subject alone for the time being and made a note to ask Carys if she knew of anything that might appeal to Odessa in the area. The park service must need some kind of legal team, though he was embarrassed to admit to himself that he had no idea what that might involve. He knew the woods and how they worked, but much beyond that was a foggy mystery to him. Until Odessa, he’d never had any reason to think much about it.

A week after Odessa had returned to the city, he opened his piece of shit laptop and began an email to his brother. It took eleven drafts and three complete re-writes to get something he was confident about, and before he lost his nerve completely, he hit send at 2:03am. 

Raph,

It’s been a while, I know. Somehow it’s almost Christmas and the last email you had from me was back in the spring. I hope you’re doing ok. I think about you a lot.

Something’s happened in my life lately that’s made me rethink a lot of stuff, and I know I’ve not been the brother I maybe used to be, and certainly not the brother you deserved, and I truly am sorry for that. We were out of touch for so long, and when we started to email again all those years later, it was all so distant and cold. I’ve been alone for a long time, and I never expected to find someone out here that I wanted to share my life with, but it’s happened all the same. I met someone while she was visiting, and she’s my One, Raph. I know it. We’re mated. She lives in the city though, and for the time being, we have to do distance. It’s been rough, but I’m handling it better than I thought I would. We talk every day, which helps.

I know I don’t have any right to ask you for favours, but I have one to ask of you anyway. I’d like to visit my mate for a weekend, but you know as well as I do that I’ll have to speak to mother first. Would you advocate for me if it becomes necessary? I don’t want to interfere with the pack — I don’t intend to see anyone or involve myself with pack business while I’m visiting at all, though if you wanted to meet somewhere neutral, I’d love that.

Let me know your answer when you can.

Gabe

 Less than a day later, Raph had replied.

Gabe,

I could hardly believe my eyes when I read your last email. It’s always good to hear from you again, though I was surprised to hear that you’re mated! She must be one hell of a woman. Can’t promise she’ll let you stay, but if you need someone in your corner, Gabe, you have me. When are you planning to come? Let me know and I’ll set something formal up for you with mother. She won’t like it, but she’ll at least have to give you an audience.

Raph

Relief flooded through him so violently that his vision swam and he sat back against the soft sofa cushions, dizzy. The fans on his brick of a laptop whirred and for a moment he wondered if the sound was in his own skull it was so loud. His heart thudded and the early morning light felt far too bright against his eyes. Outside, snow had piled up on the gravel and on the roof of his house, insulating it like a proper den in the winter, and the wolf-dogs were loving the snowfall. He could hear Mia already haring around the enclosure, snapping at snowflakes and careering to a sliding halt, face first, ass in the air as she troughed through the snow like a pig in mud. Even Axel was enjoying himself.

Did Odessa like the snow? The realisation that he had no idea suddenly pained him, and he shook himself. That discovery could wait. Hitting her contact info in his recent calls list, he was three rings in when he realised it was six o’clock in the morning on a Saturday, but it was too late now. She answered blearily, the phone camera struggling in the dark room, and his heart clenched at the sight of her looking so sweetly dishevelled and sleepy.

“Morning,” he grinned apologetically.

“What?” she frowned, squinting in the light of her phone as she fumbled for the light beside her. “What is it?”

“I’ve been emailing my brother,” he said. That got her attention, and he smiled as she came more sharply awake.

“Oh?”

He nodded. “Raph said he’ll advocate for me. I’d… I’d like to come and see you…” he said, trying to ignore the fact that his sudden burst of courage and elation was sputtering out like a guttering candle flame. “If that’s still alright?” If she was having second thoughts about having him there, it would crush him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it off his face.

“Alright?” she practically shrieked at him, grinning so that her cheeks bunched up in a way that made him want to hold them in his hands.

She scrabbled around like an upturned spider, flailing with one hand get the duvet out of the way, and revealed her adorable cupcake pyjamas in the process. The neckline sank down to reveal her bare collarbones and Gabe ached all over to run his teeth over them and suck bruises into her delicate skin and cover her with the scent of him so that she would know he was hers. Instead, she caught him looking and he smiled bashfully.

“Of course it’s alright! Yes! When? I was going to suggest making a trip to see you soon, but that works too, if you’re sure about it?”

“I’m sure,” he said, trying not to sound too intense. “How does next weekend sound?”

A look of wide-eyed joy spread across her face. “Yes! Oh my god, perfect!” she actually made some kind of inhuman screeching noise that got a bit garbled over her phone’s microphone, but he didn’t overly mind. He was fairly certain Thunder and the others would have been able to hear it. “Why are you awake now anyway?” she asked. “You do know what a weekend is, right?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’ve just picked up Raph’s message. He’s an early morning person too, so…”

“Oh my god, you’ve only just this second heard back from him?” she asked. He wondered fleetingly how she could have been a good lawyer when she wore all her emotions so plainly on her face, but perhaps she was different when she was at work. The thought of seeing her dressing down some scumbag in a courtroom made him unexpectedly hot under the collar, and he nearly missed her next question, which followed on the heels of the first without waiting for an answer. “…long will you be staying?”

He scrubbed at his beard and thought idly that he needed to trim it, and shrugged. “I’d set off early from here on Saturday morning to be with you by about nine or ten, and then, if she lets me stay, I’d go back on Sunday night or Monday morning. Does that work?”

“Of course,” she said, and he could practically feel the excitement rolling off her. God, he wished he could smell it too — practically taste the way her body was reacting — but he would have to make do with just being able to see her. His mate. God, she looked so happy. That was miracle enough for him, he supposed.

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Hopefully one day there'll be Season Two of Gabe and Odessa - I've written bits and bobs and snippets of it, and I know the rough outline. It just takes a lot of time and effort...

If you enjoyed this, which I hope you did, please consider reblogging it, as well as the original Season One story.

Take care of yourselves, and I hope you have a lovely day/night wherever you are, and whenever you read this.

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OH MY SKIBS I JUST REALIZES FROM THE POST ABT MAYFLY TECHNICALLY BEING ODESSA'S UNCLE I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THAT GABE IS TECHNICALLY ODESSA'S AUNTIE😭😭😭 MY BRAIN IS WORKING SO SLOWLY

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[deltoroist]

well I couldn't help myself

@monstersandmaw long haired Gabe with a wolfdog trying to cheer him up (he may or may not be missing someone)

[ejunkiet]

quick & dirty werewolf romance rec list

Wolfsong & the rest of the Green Creek Series by TJ Klune. Addictive, heart wrenching, fantastic. MM, adult, coming of age gay romances with high drama and romantic tension. If you want to read about werewolves, this is the gold standard. I'm in love with Klune's writing style. LGBTQA+ rep -- book three features an ace romance!!!

Cold Hearted by Heather Guerre (Tooth and Claw #1). @matsuoclan has the BEST book recommendations, oh my god. Grace moves to a remote town in Alaska to escape her past, and finds a new family, and more besides. Explores the themes of loneliness and depression with a supernatural twist, with a sprinkle of enemies to lovers. Love this book, will devour the series >:3

Ruby and the Wolf by Clover Down. @dominimoonbeam remains one of my favourite PNR writers. After putting her life on the line for a stranger, Ruby finds herself on the run from vampires with the wolf she saved. SO STEAMY. SO GOOD.

Mating the Huntress by Talia Hibbert. A werewolf falls head over heels for a hunter. SO GOOD. SO FUN. READ IT.

The Lone Wolf's Rejected Mate by Cate C Wells. Another book rec from a moot that I devoured. Wells is a guilty pleasure, and this is my favourite of this series. Deals with trauma, mind the content warnings, Darragh has my heart.

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@monstersandmaw - Gabe and Odessa, complete, full novel. I cannot tell you how many times I've read this story. It's a comfort read okay. Slow burn. Odessa, lawyer, escaping the city, moves into a small cabin in the woods and meets Gabe, a park ranger, with more to him than it seems. Just a beautiful story.

@snowkissedmonsters - Candy and the wolves. Explores poly dynamics between a wolfpack and the human waitress Candy who is their mate. Gorgeous art to accompany it too!

[affogatosims]

Noah Jane is Two Sweet! 🍭🩵

With Gabe and Odessa welcoming baby no. 2 in just a few months, Noah’s gramma and pop helped throw a birthday party for her. ☺️

[gabriel-ramos]

location: quinlan’s party

@finn-oconnor​ ​

It felt good to be in a suit again and the night reminded Gabriel of his first taste of luxury thanks to the Kelly family. It was impressive how far and wide their power touched and he’d be lying if he said the feeling of belonging to something didn’t make him happy. Seeing his old friend, Gabe approached after Odessa left his side for a moment but he was oblivious that she was still within earshot. “I thought I was going to be your plus one.” he laughed, tapping Finn’s shoulder kindly and passing over a drink. “People are gonna start talking, Finn. First wondering when our wedding is and then you turning up with a pretty younger model? Not a good look.”

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Keeping track of my favorite fics

Unfinished

-Obsidian by snowkissedmonsters

-Nothings Wrong with Dale by moonshine-nightlight

-Male dremora by monstersandmaw

-Gabe and Odessa by monstersandmaw

Finished

-Alard the Fae by momolady

-The Secret We Keep by frostsinth

-The Unexpected Human Problem by eruden-writes

-Male ‘yautja-inspired’ alien x gn reader by monstersandmaw

-Auberon the Room Monster by momolady

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Diverse Sexuality (Comics)

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Archie (Comics)

Jughead Jones (Asexual)

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Blue Lock (Manga)

Ryusei Shidou (Gay)

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Aaron Fischer/Captain America (Gay)

Aikku Jokinen (Lesbian)

Alana Jobson/Jackpot (Lesbian)

Alani Ryan/Loa (Bisexual)

Albert Moon Jr./Silk (Gay)

Aldrif Oddinsdottir (Lesbian)

America Chavez (Lesbian)

Aneka (Lesbian)

Annabelle Riggs (Lesbian)

Aura Charles (Bisexual)

Avril Kincaid (Lesbian)

Ayo (Lesbian)

Beatrice Bartholomew/Cyclops-Lass (Unspecified WLW)

Benjamin Deeds/Morph (Gay)

Benjamin Thomas (Asexual, Demiromantic)

Brandon Sharpe/Striker (Gay)

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie (Bisexual)

Carl Valentino/Somnus (Gay)

Carmen Cruz/Gimmick (Lesbian)

Cessily Kincaid/Mercury (Bisexual)

Charlie Cluster (Bisexual)

Charlotte Webber/Sun-Spider (Pansexual)

Christian Frost/White Bishop (Gay)

Christopher O'Leary (Bisexual)

Claire Voyant (Bisexual)

Cloud (Queer)

Cooper Coen/Web-Weaver (Gay)

Cullen Bloodstone (Gay)

Daimon Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Daken Akihiro (Bisexual)

David Alleyne (Bisexual)

Dennis Dunphy (Gay)

Doop (Bisexual)

Elizabeth Braddock/Captain Britain (Bisexual)

Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Lesbian)

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Bisexual)

Gabe/Bad Guy (Gay)

Gabrielle Diwa (Lesbian)

Gaveedra Seven/Shatterstar (Bisexual)

Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool (Aromantic, Asexual)

Heather Douglas/Moondragon (Lesbian)

Heather Tucker/Tempo (Lesbian)

Hector Baez (Gay)

Hector Pullman (Gay)

Heidi Sladkin/Riot (Lesbian)

Hercules (Gay)

Hercules Panhellenios (Bisexual)

Hiroim (Gay)

Ian Soo/Telekinian (Bisexual)

Irene Adler/Destiny (Bisexual)

Isaac Ikeda/Protector (Gay)

Jacob Oh (Gay)

James Howlett (Gay)

Jamie Rogers (Asexual)

Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar (Gay)

Jennifer Kale (Bisexual)

Jin Joon-Sung/Kid Juggernaut (Gay)

Judah Miller (Gay)

Julie Power/Lightspeed (Bisexual)

Julio Richter (Gay)

Karolina Dean (Lesbian)

Katherine "Kitty" Pryde (Bisexual)

Kolgoth Antares (Gay)

Korg (Gay)

Kyle Jinadu (Gay)

Loki Laufeyson (Bisexual)

Marcus Roston (Gay)

Max Modell (Gay)

Megan Gwynn (Unspecified WLW)

Megan Ogawa/Kappa (Bisexual)

Monica Sellers (Queer)

Morgan Red (Asexual)

Mors (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Nadia Van Dyne (Asexual, Quoiromantic)

Nathaniel Carver/Hindsight (Gay)

Nico Minoru (Bisexual)

Noh-Varr/Captain Marvel (Bisexual)

Odessa Drake (Lesbian)

Peter Quill/Star-Lord (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Phyla-Vell/Captain Marvel (Lesbian)

Priscilla "Shay" Smith (Lesbian)

Raven Darkhölme/Mystique (Bisexual)

Raz Malhotra/Giant-Man (Gay)

Rebecca "Rikki" Barnes (Bisexual)

Ren Kimura (Lesbian)

Renata Da Lima/Bouncer (Lesbian)

Robert "Bobby" Drake/Iceman (Gay)

Romeo (Gay)

Roxanne Washington (Lesbian)

Rūna/Valkyrie (Lesbian)

Satana Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Sera/The Hunter Queen (Lesbian)

Simon Lasker/Pyro (Gay)

Sinclair Abbott/Spymaster (Bisexual)

Steck'ee (Pansexual)

Tamara Blake/Iron Cat (Lesbian)

Theodore "Teddy" Kaplan-Altman/Hulkling (Gay)

Thomas "Tommy" Shepherd/Speed (Bisexual)

Toni Ho/Iron Patriot (Lesbian)

Val Ventura/Flatman (Gay)

Victor Borkowski/Anole (Gay)

Victoria Hand (Lesbian)

Vivian Vision (Lesbian)

Vnn (Gay)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Pansexual)

William "Billy" Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan (Gay)

Xavin (Pansexual)

Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (Lesbian)

Yelena Belova/Black Widow (Asexual, Aromantic)

Ying Liu (Lesbian)

Yukio/Wild One (Bisexual)

Zoe Zimmer/Ms. Marvel (Lesbian)

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Jyugo (Bisexual)

Nimona (Graphic Novel)

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Gay)

Ballister Boldheart (Gay)

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Our Dreams at Dusk (Manga)

Anonymous (Aromantic, Asexual)

Ilya Tchaiko (Gay)

Kaname Tasuku (Gay)

Saki (Lesbian)

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[monstersandmaw]

Oh my god, I saw the post and thought ‘Gabe’ vibes before I saw what you’d added!! It is him!! I can hear Odessa saying that to him and him just huffing affectionately at her for it.

[miss-mollys-ballet-blog]

ABT Don Quixote Thoughts

Friday, March 1st 2022

Kitri/Dulcinea: Skylar Brandt Basilio: Herman Cornejo Mercedes/Queen of the Dryads: Cassanda Trenary Espada: Gabe Stone Shayer

1. Skylar Brandt is the best ballerina at ABT for sure.  Her Kitri was phenomenal, captivating and drawing you in from her very first step into open fourth with the fan flick to the very last bow in front of the curtain.  Her technique was flawless, whenever she would do a developee or grand battement to the side, her foot/leg was so turned out you could almost see the bottom of her pointe shoe and it was so high even with her hips staying completely square.  I have absolutely no idea how she did it, but it was stunning.  The act I variation had perfect energy; her Kitri jump isn’t as high or flexible as I expected from her, but it’ll come with time!  The line of pirouettes, holy shit.  They were fast but on music, perfect fifth into a perfect passe every single time and she needs to give a master class on spotting lol.  You could tell she was a bit tired in act III, but again that stamina will come.  I love the choreography where it’s passe passe into saut de chat into of passe passe bourree and she flew in her saut de chats!  In this version they do echappees into attitude turn and she did those really well; a lot of the time the ballerina struggles to stay on the music in that moment, but she hit it every single time.  Her fouettes were all right, not awful but not a stand out part of the performance.  She did them, accomplished them, and looked good.  In this version, they cut out the final diagonal of piques which bummed me out because she would have done them SO WELL, but oh well.  

NOW FOR HER DULCINEA.  HOLY SHIT.  Her control, her perfect positioning, her hops en pointe where her foot came perfectly to her knee during the petit battements, her pique manege, everything was PERFECT.  I could watch that variation alone over and over; honestly for me it was the stand out part of the performance.  I thought this would be the part of the performance that would be the least awesome, but honestly it was my favorite part.    

2. Before the performance started, Christine Shevchenko (born in Ukraine) came out and spoke a little bit about her life in Ukraine and about Odessa and dedicated the performance to Ukraine.  After she spoke, we all stood while the orchestra played the Ukrainian national anthem.  It was very emotional and a beautiful show of support to the country.  

3. Now for the other dancers:

Herman Cornejo: time to retire.  His jumps are low and while he did well in the fake suicide scene, other than that I was bored.  He definitely got better as the show went on, but honestly if I never see him again, then cool.

Gabe Stone Shayer (Espada): OMG.  He was the stand out man in the performance.  Normally Espada and the toreadors are kind of boring...not Gabe.  He needs to be promoted to principal and dance Basilio IMMEDIATELY.

Cassandra Trenary (Mercedes/Queen of the Dryads): meh.  I don’t know why she’s a principal.  I don’t really have anything to say about her.

Kanon Kimura (Amour/Cupid): yes yes yes yes yes YES.  If Obraztsova is the gold standard for this role, Kanon is the platinum standard.  She was so light and quick and airy and playful, I can’t pick one thing to write about because everything was flawless.  In the coda, she did fall, but got right back up and continued and it didn’t matter at all.  I hope to see more and more of her!

Garegin Pogossian (Gypsy Couple): incredible.  Again, normally this part is insanely boring to me, but he had such energy and his jumps were huge (for an American dancer).  I hope he continues to gain more roles as well.

All in all, it was a fantastic performance that I didn’t want to end.  You know a performance is good when it doesn’t feel like 3 hours went by!  Here are some videos and pictures from the curtain calls!

Whole company call:

Skylar and Herman/flowers:

Skylar and Herman outside curtain:

And some photos:

[monstersandmaw]

Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Chapter Twenty One (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Oof, folks. It’s been building to this, and some of you have added your thoughts on what’s going on, but I promise you he will tell her...

Content: werewolf transformation, shifted sex, knotting, biting (gentle, no blood), aftercare and fluff Wordcount: 4926

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Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven (nsfw), Part Twelve (sfw), Part Thirteen (sfw), Part Fourteen (nsfw), Part Fifteen (nsfw), Part Sixteen (nsfw), Part Seventeen (sfw), Part Eighteen (v. light nsfw), Part Nineteen (nsfw), Part Twenty (nsfw) 

Gabe’s back gave another great heave and, still human, he let out a roar that was all animal, bearing his teeth and snarling, head dropping forwards as he shook from the effort of holding back a transformation that had already started to take hold of him.

“God, Odessa, I’m so sorry,” he hissed. “I’ve never lost control of it like this… I… I don’t —” he broke off and half-swallowed a yelp of pain as his back twisted a little and he braced his arms wide on either side of her body to stop himself falling forwards on top of her. “Shit. I can’t… I’m…”

He retreated down the bed and his back curved upwards again like an angry cat.

“You can shift, Gabe” she said again, heart still pounding. “Let go. Don’t worry about anything else. Shift.”

Snarling and snapping, he pushed further away and she watched, fascinated, as he gave in to the wolf without another word.

Dark fur grew along his spine, and the grinding crack and clunk of bones realigning under his skin filled the air. His whole body trembled and jerked convulsively, claws growing, limbs elongating and skull changing, muscles tearing and reforming, a tail growing, until he crouched, hunched on all fours on the bed near her feet, breathing erratically.

“Gabe?” she whispered, hardly daring to breathe, let alone move. “Are you alright?”

His cock was still hard, she noticed unavoidably as she took in his new body. Achingly so, and it was huge like this; red and thick. The longer she looked at him, the harder he got it seemed, and in only a few seconds, it twitched and began to leak pre-come in a thick, steady stream onto the sheets below him. There was also a thicker bulge beginning to form at the base. Gabe whined and tried to shrink away, curling inwards on himself. His ears were back, his eyes were closed, and he looked the picture of miserable shame.

“Gabe, no…” she said. “No, don’t. Come back?” she asked as she sat up and extended her hand towards him, palm up. “Come back… Please… It’s ok.”

At that, he did finally look up at her with those familiar golden eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so uncertain. She nodded reassurance and smiled. He glanced down at himself in a wry, self-deprecating kind of way and tilted his head in a question.

“I want you, Gabe,” Odessa said with a fluttering laugh, and she found that she truly meant it. She’d had ‘human Gabe’ any number of times by then, but there was something about him in this form that made her core burn. “You’re still you, whatever form you take. I want you. And,” she added with a wry smile, “You clearly still want me…”

Cautiously, he nodded and then crawled up the bed towards her.

The sight of his black, clawed, paw-like hands on the stark white sheets sent a thrill through her and she bit her lip as she lay back once more, simultaneously relaxing and buzzing with renewed energy. He loomed over her as she lay there, and she smiled up at the werewolf who already had claimed her, body and soul.

With his inhuman hands splayed across her thighs, black claws glinting, he parted her legs and she opened willingly to him. He inhaled slowly, tongue starting to loll, and he lowered his great wolf’s head and pressed his cold, wet nose to her clit. She immediately bucked beneath him but he held her down with no effort at all. His jaws parted and he let his hot tongue rake over her, tasting her, and as he did, he let out a rumbling groan of pleasure. He licked her, tongue laving through the wetness that had gathered anew between her folds, and as he started to focus more on her clit and on her pleasure, Odessa’s body began to tremble and heave in time with every stroke of his tongue. The pads of his paws were rough on her skin and his grip was breathtaking, but the contrast between the strength of his body and the delicacy of his touch left her gasping and crying out.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she grunted as the pleasure that had been growing in her core suddenly unfolded like a flower.

In a blinding starburst across her vision, she came against the heat and pressure of his tongue and he closed his mouth on her. His upper teeth pressed into her mound as if he were trying to devour her while his tongue pressed tight against her fluttering heat. She tried to lift her hips against his mouth but he pinned her down and growled at her to keep still. The vibrations ran through her whole body and she threw her head back into the pillows and yelled as a second wave tore through her right on the heels of the first.

Finally she came down, twitching and gasping for breath, and he drew back slowly. He licked her a few times, not wanting to waste any of the taste of her, and then he regarded her steadily. He was still the Gabe she knew when he wore this form, but he was also a little different. Human-Gabe was relaxed and affable and easy-going, but Wolf-Gabe was quiet and intense and very observant, the way a pack’s sentry might keep watch: cataloguing every movement and noticing every detail about her. It made her skin tingle just to bear his golden gaze on her.

His jaws were softly parted to show his teeth and the tip of his wet tongue, and his eyes glowed bright gold in a face that was as kind as it was inhuman. He loved her. Of that there was no doubt.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

His cock twitched visibly at that, and it drooled a thick line of pre-come down onto the sheets between her legs. Trusting her, he didn’t hesitate as much this time, and he prowled the rest of the way up the bed until he loomed over her with his inhuman hands braced on either side of her head and his cock leaking pre-come all over the sensitive skin between her legs every time it twitched.

Flushed red, hard, and messy, with the knot showing visibly at soft fur around the base, Gabe seemed more aroused than she’d yet known him, but still he began slowly, simply rutting his cock against her thighs and smearing the drooling pre-come all over her. When he met her eyes and understood that she really did want him like that, he lowered his muzzle to her collarbone and slowly opened his jaws. His huge teeth locked carefully around the bones of her shoulder and chest, and she bucked up into him with a broken, needy grunt.

“Oh my God, Gabe…” she breathed, revelling in the new sensation.

It was like being held, but it was so intense on so many levels. If he chose to — or if he lost control, she supposed — he could kill her in an instant, snapping her collarbones like kindling, but instead he just held her still while he rutted luxuriantly against her, savouring the pleasure and slide of her body against his.

“Gabe…” she said again, and she raised her hands to his chest, watching as her fingers sank and disappeared into the thick fur there. “I still want you inside me…” she reminded him.

A long, low, quavering note left his throat at that and his whole body fell still.

Then, without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he shifted his hips just a little and the searing heat of the tip of his cock nudged against her entrance. With Odessa wetter than she could ever remember being, and with Gabe even messier than usual, the slide of his huge cock inside her was easier than she’d expected, though the stretch was still immense.

This time, a long, high whine left him and his jaw quivered before he released her and bowed his back to drive himself all the way inside her to the hilt.

Except it wasn’t to the hilt, she realised as the bulge of his knot nudged at her sensitive entrance and he began to pant and whimper. He clearly wanted more, to slide completely inside her, but even lost in the wolf, he apparently couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

At first he moved with an aching, cautious slowness that bordered on frustrating for her, but when he sensed that, he got a little faster and a little bolder, and the apex of each powerful thrust punched the air out of her in a low, inelegant grunt that he seemed to adore. He tilted his head, dark ears pricked forwards, and listened to every noise she made for him. It seemed to stoke his ardour and he gnashed his teeth, black lips peeling back to reveal huge, white teeth, while his red tongue lashed behind them as drool began to drip from his jaws.

As the minutes ticked by, and his pace and the depth and power of each stroke increased, Odessa realised that he was losing himself more and more to the sensations of their joined bodies, and she loved it.

She loved it because despite all  that unbelievable power, all that monstrous wildness in him, he cared for her.

Each time she sang him a new note of pleasure for him, he repeated the gesture to make her do it again, and each time she told him how wonderful it felt, he let out either a pleased growl or a chuffing whine. He scented her too, hunching his lithe back enough to bring his cheek to her neck without breaking the rhythm he’d set, before raising himself up to look at her with his pupils blown dark and wide, and his jaws slightly open and intimidatingly inhuman.

He used his new and bigger form to wring pleasure from her in ways she’d never experienced before, and she loved him fiercely for it. She found herself gently shunted up the bed towards the headboard each time his hips pistoned into her, and he picked up one dark, paw-like hand to close his clawed fingers around her breast as it jostled with the movement. Mindful of his sharp claws, he kneaded it luxuriantly for a few strokes before returning his palm to the mattress to buttress himself up properly.

This, she realised as his cock pushed deep against her inner walls in a gloriously slow stroke, was the closeness she’d been seeking all along.

“I love you, Gabe,” she whispered through welling tears. She felt full for obvious physical reasons, but her chest felt tight and her heart was beating in her throat. “I love you. I don’t want to leave. I love you.”

With a broken whine, he lowered his face one more time and nuzzled her neck and cheeks, desperately scenting her, rubbing his scent all over her wherever he could reach while his muscles trembled at the torturously inadequate pace he was inflicting on himself. He licked briefly at her mouth and her throat and his thrusts grew irregular and much, much deeper. He was shaking all over, but it was only after another few minutes of tempered bliss that she realised he was trying to restrain himself from sliding all the way in.

He was trying to avoid knotting her and it was all he could do to hold himself back.

Odessa wanted to weep at how blessedly careful he was being with her, and realised that he was never going to do it himself. She waited until he reached the apex of one particularly slow and gentle thrust and looped her legs around his middle. She tightened her hold on him, tugged, and pulled herself fully onto his knot.

With a flash of his wide, golden eyes and a snatched gasp of surprise, Gabe’s wolf jaws closed around her bare throat, teeth locking him in place like a vice around her neck, and he snarled long and deep and loud. Incoherent bliss rushed through every fibre of Odessa’s being as his knot swelled and filled perceptibly inside her, and her whole body went completely, instinctively slack beneath him with a softly-uttered ‘oh’ of pleasure.

A sensation of utter rightness and true ‘oneness’ with him was the only thing she could feel. Gabe started to rock and rut his hips repeatedly, frantically, against her, snarling and panting, but the movement was futile. They were sealed together, and he didn’t have an inch to move inside her. It felt incredible though and her core tightened, muscles clenching around him.

“Yes,” she smiled against his ruff, her body still limp with ecstasy.

His teeth dug into her but he never broke the skin despite the pressure. His hot tongue pushed against her pulse and drool slipped between his teeth to slide down her shoulder while he rutted wildly a few more times against her. He was growling and whimpering in time with each desperate, helpless thrust.

Then, only a few seconds after she’d pulled herself onto his knot, she felt his cock begin to pulse inside her.

His back rounded and hunched, his jaws tightened, his eyes rolled, and he started to come.

She could actually feel him spilling in huge spurts inside her, flooding her fuller than she’d ever been in her life, and the sounds he made against her throat were raw and deep and visceral. After a few seconds of lying there, pinned by his crushing weight to the bed, she felt his hands and arms slide underneath her shoulders, and he lifted her upper body right off the mattress. With his hands supporting her shoulders and lower back, he sat back on his heels and rutted up into her, still coming blindly, desperately.

Held upright but lolling weakly in his arms, Odessa let her head roll back. At the new angle, Gabe’s huge cock and knot caught her just perfectly inside, and at last the wave of blinding pleasure that had swamped her on first feeling his knot took her with it, and she came with a broken, convulsing wail.

Gabe threw back his head and howled.

It was a long time before Gabe shuddered to stillness, though he was still breathing hard and cradling her in his shaking arms. His cock still twitched and spilled the last of his orgasm inside her, and the only sounds in the room now were their shared, panting breaths and the occasional grunt from Gabe.

While she’d been coming, one of his hands had moved to cradle her head. His huge claws pricked her scalp a little and grounded her, and as the last echoes of her own orgasm rippled through her, she finally opened her eyes and found him staring at her.

As if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just done, Gabe slowly started to lower her down and regarded her, wild-eyed and panicky, ears back.

“Gabe,” she smiled, consonants still vague with pleasure. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. I love you, and I’m yours.”

At that last, he trembled all over and began to scent her again. He looked like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here,” she said, losing sight of her fingers again in the thick, soft fur of his ruff as she scrunched and tugged at it. “You feel so good…” She kept talking to him, reiterating that she had loved every second of it, until he slumped down on top of her, slightly askew to keep his weight mostly off her chest. He held her head in his hand and lay there, shivering and whining almost imperceptibly with each exhale. They were still tied together and the sensation of utter fullness helped to ground her.

While still idly stroking his fur, she wondered how long he would be locked inside her. She half-recalled him saying that because she wasn’t a werewolf, they probably wouldn’t technically be completely tied. Odessa didn’t feel like trying to move just yet, but she was pretty sure he was locked in place inside her as securely as if she had been a werewolf. They weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Before too long, she felt Gabe begin to fall asleep. His weight dipped incrementally down on top of her and he exhaled roughly, so she brought her hands to the soft fur around his left ear and stroked it. He flicked it and twitched up to look at her, and she smiled at him. “If you’re going to go to sleep, we need to change places,” she murmured.

He grunted in agreement, nodded, and then rolled, pulling her with him so that she lay atop his body, still joined to him. She could feel the tug of the knot against her when he moved, the pressure of it deep inside her, and experimentally, she squeezed her core around him. The most blissful pleasure she’d ever experienced rolled through her, and at the same time Gabe jutted his chin up and let out a long, quiet howl.

“You want me not to do that?” she asked but she didn't get an answer from him. He just lay there on his back with his throat completely exposed and his nose pointed to the wall behind him. “Gabe?” she asked, and did it again.

He made another noncommittal huffing noise once the reflexive moan had died away, and she laughed. She leaned forwards and scratched his jaw and fluffy throat with her nails in slow, luxuriant rakes, and he made low, happy noises in his throat. It wasn’t quite a purr — more of a rasping exhale — but it was evident that he was deeply contented, and she loved the feeling of lying on top of him with his knot locking her in place. His arms closed around her middle and he held her tightly. His hands like this were huge, dwarfing her lower back where the rough pads pressed against her skin.

Odessa loved every second of it.  

Perhaps a quarter of an hour or so later, his knot began to go down enough that his softening cock started to slip free of her, and she inhaled in surprise as she felt his release slide down her thighs. There was so much of it. “Oh…” she breathed. “That’s going to make a mess…”

“Mmph,” said Wolf-Gabe without opening his eyes.

“Don’t sound so darned pleased with yourself,” she laughed, touching the tip of his cold, wet nose with her fingertip. He half-sneezed in protest but otherwise didn’t move. “It’s going to ruin these sheets.”

He shrugged. That was clearly not a problem for Wolf-Gabe to worry about. That sounded like a Human-Gabe problem. She laughed at him and he finally cracked an eye open. Leaning towards her, he licked her nose once and flopped back down, clearly exhausted. She joined him, lying along his torso with her cheek resting on his collarbones, and she drifted into sleep along with him.

It hadn’t felt like it at the time, but the strain of taking his knot, and of being so thoroughly filled, had sapped her almost completely of energy, and when she woke a while later, she felt heavy and exhausted, and, she realised with a shiver, cold. Gabe’s fur would keep him more than warm in the room, but with her body exposed to the air, she had grown uncomfortably cold.

She sat up a little, and Gabe’s soft cock finally slipped all the way out of her, making him grunt and stir too.

“Any chance you’ll run me a bath?” she muttered, only half in jest and groaning as her insides protested the movement and her thighs trembled. She really did ache now, despite how good it had felt at the time, and she didn’t want to move any more muscles than it took just to talk. “I think I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I’ve had in the last five years combined,” she added.

Wolf-Gabe rumbled something that sounded very pleased about that statement, and then after another couple of minutes, he rallied his strength and rolled over. He let the movement tip her gently into the middle of the bed. Instead of getting up right away though, he licked at her neck where his teeth had left a string of tiny bruises like dark, freshwater pearls across her collarbone and over her shoulder.

He looked apologetic, but she smiled and stroked his fluffy cheek. “I would have told you to let go if I’d wanted you to stop,” she said firmly and he nodded. He tipped his head into the touch, eyes closing briefly, and then he laved his hot tongue affectionately over her chest and breasts. Goosebumps followed in the wake of the warmth and she shivered without the strength to swat him away.

Gabe seemed to adore the softness of her stomach and thighs, and he almost got lost in the feel of her body in his huge, paw-like hands. He nosed her thighs apart and licked across her sensitive folds, but when she twitched and grunted at the over-stimulation, he drew back and tilted his head to one side to expose his throat in apology.

“It’s ok,” she smiled. “You didn't hurt me. I wanted you to knot me, and I’m glad you did.”

A long, beautiful groan left him at that, but he gave one more lick across her belly and then stood and walked away to the bathroom. She wondered if Wolf-Gabe would have difficulty processing what he’d need to do in order to get the bath going, but before too long the sound of water hitting the tub reached her ears, and after another few minutes, she felt steady enough to sit upright and swing her legs off the bed. God, she felt tired and she ached beautifully. The sheets beneath her were a complete mess though. She stood shakily just as Gabe nosed the bathroom door back open and padded out on all fours this time, and she ran her fingers over his thick coat as he passed. He licked the outside of her hip and she laughed affectionately before vanishing into the bathroom.

“Bath’s almost ready,” she said a little while later as she stepped out with a towel around her, more for warmth than modesty.

To her surprise, she found that Gabe had returned to his human form while she’d been in there, the sounds of a transformation masked by the running water, and he was now sitting naked on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap.

“You want to share a bath with me?” she asked. When she didn’t get any reaction from him, she frowned and crossed back to him. “You ok?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

He shuddered and exhaled a huge sigh, chest heaving, and he leaned into her touch. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“You didn’t have to shift back for me you know,” she said, wondering what had sent him a little sideways.

“Wanted to,” he said, eyes closed and still leaning the weight of his head into her palm. His voice was hoarse and gruff, and he sounded exhausted.

Odessa took his rough, lovely hands in hers, her towel staying in place with a fortuitously folded corner down her cleavage, and drew him to his feet and then into the bathroom. The water was gloriously hot, and she let him get into the bath first, legs parted so that she could sit between them.

When she sank in and leaned back against his chest, he let out a long, relieved hum of pleasure, and snaked his arms around her middle. He caressed the side of her head with his cheek again, not so much scenting her, she suspected, as just simply enjoying her presence through constant touch.

“I love you,” he whispered into a kiss that he pressed against her hair. “I love you, Odessa. I’m yours.”

The contact anchored them both as they lay in each other’s arms in the hot water, and while his hands began to wander and worship her again, there was none of the charged spark that had driven him to lose control earlier.

He did get valiantly half-hard behind her, but when she nudged her backside against him and hummed a question, he just shook his head. Instead, she let her fingertips play idly along his quads and around his knees, enjoying the feel of his skin and the soft hair on his shins while he cupped her breasts adoringly and pressed his palms across her soft stomach and kissed her over and over.

Drowsy and heavy with contented pleasure, she let him buttress her body up, surrendering completely to his touch.

When his fingers found their way between her legs again, her knees fell open as much as they were able to in the confines of the bath. Despite the heat of the water, she was sore from where Wolf-Gabe had stretched her, but with the warmth and the tenderness of his touch on only her clit and the surrounding, swollen flesh, she found herself sighing into his embrace again. Pleasure overrode any lingering discomfort, and she found herself aching to give him another one.

“Yes?” he asked with reverent surprise as he stilled his index and middle fingers and began kissing the shell of her ear instead, moving slowly down her neck as far as he could reach, raking and biting with blunt teeth until she gasped.  

“Yes,” she breathed, shivering and arching a little to get him to start moving his fingertips again. “Gabe, please…”

With slow, careful circles, he coiled her up again, and when she came it was almost without warning. With her head tipped back against his shoulder, moaning and sighing, and with his mouth on her neck and his fingertips pressed up against her clit on either side, it was so tender and overwhelming she began to cry.

He kissed the tears as they rolled down her cheeks and scented her again, all the while keeping his fingertips unmoving against her, holding her floating in that dreamy, in-between place for as long as she could bear it. Finally she slumped back into him and lay there, exhausted and on the verge of sleep again in the hot water of the bath.

It was only with a great effort of will on both their parts that they hauled themselves out of the tub, and after drying off, Gabe disappeared to fetch some clean bedding from the back of the wardrobe. In the end all they needed was a clean base sheet, since the duvet had been kicked off when he’d shifted, so with that done between them, she wriggled into some pyjamas and Gabe pulled the covers up around her as he climbed in beside her.

She lay facing him, and he curled up on his side too. Together their mirrored bodies almost made up the shape of a heart, though her half was smaller than his. Their knees touched, their foreheads touched, and their hands touched, but it wasn’t enough. She shuffled in close and burrowed against his chest while he rolled onto his back, one arm beneath her head and the other draped loosely across her waist. She slid her right thigh over his left and squeezed, and he kissed the crown of her head.

“Are you really alright?” he asked in a hoarse whisper, his left hand circling idly around her hip and backside. It seemed he couldn’t stop touching her.

“I’m more than alright, Gabe. If you don’t believe me and can’t smell it in my scent, I don’t know how else to convince you.”

He huffed a quick, shy laugh and kissed her forehead. “You smell happy,” he admitted. “And you smell like… mine,” he added, speaking into her hair. The words were so barely-audible that part of her wondered if he’d meant for her to hear them at all.

In the stretch of silence that followed, Odessa got the impression that there was something she was missing in all this; some extra depth to his worry that he wasn’t articulating, but she sighed, too exhausted to untangle it.

“You know,” she said drowsily, struggling to unpick exactly what she felt from the tangle of emotions in her chest. Silently, she blessed him for just lying there, with his thumb making small movements across her hip while he waited. “You make me feel like I’m… I’m the only thing in the whole world that matters to you.”

He swallowed audibly and kissed her forehead. “You are,” he said.

She squeezed him so tightly he actually wheezed and they both laughed. “Stop it,” she snorted, tapping his ribs with her fingertips. “How am I supposed to go home when you say things like that to me?”

He shrugged. “I’ll be here,” he said simply. “I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that simple knowledge tolling through them both like a midnight bell, they drifted off to sleep.

Odessa wasn’t sure where she ended and Gabe began as they lay with their legs intertwined and her torso draped across his, but she did know that she was exactly where she belonged.

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[small-world-au]

Okay everyone…meet the CUTEST and SWEETEST LIL’ BABY EVER!!!!!

Odessa Stone Aguilar yuuki

Age: 4

Personality type: ENFP

Ethnicity: Asian (Japanese) & Hispanic (Mexican) & Irish

Hair color/type: purple/straight-curly

Eye color: brown

Skin color: fair cream

Gender: Female

Family: Natalia Aguilar (maternal great-grandmother)

Gabriela Aguilar (Grandmother) 🪦

Shino Yuuki (Grandfather) 🪦

Noelia Aguilar (Maternal Grandaunt)

Sora Aguilar (Father)

Stone ( 2nd Father)

Avrille (paternal aunt on Stone’s side)

Stone’s and Avrille’s parents (grandparents)

Rowena Pagonis (paternal auntie on Sora’s side) 🪦

Kipp (biological older brother)

Friends: Captain Crepitas (teddy bear), Scribble, Lila, Luca, Yuri, Skipp, Bailey, Vinnie, Finn, Jasper, maid, Quinn, Gabe, grown up versions of Baylee, taylee, Jayden, Adi, Maple, Maroon, Bailey’s kitties, Dante, all grown-up versions of the iconic 4 and rest of the gang

Neutral: Rigel and Cen, Pebble (will change)

Enemies: Fritz, Tre, Ivan, Nadia, Ditch, Avrille, mean people who hurt animals and “Scraps”

LIKES

Spending time with her family/friends

Magic

Storybooks

Playing pretend

Her papa’s singing

Dress up

Her papa’s cooking

Sweets

Skipp’s music

Bailey’s kitties

Flowers

Animals

DISLIKES

Fritz

Animal cruelty

People flirting/being mean to her papas

Bullies

Fighting

Losing Captain Crepitas

Leaving her friends

Her papas being alone

Smelly places/objects

Scary people/animals

Her Grandfather (based on her family’s stories about him)

Her grand-aunt and her oppression on Sora when he was a teen

She is Stora’s daughter, Rowan’s half-niece, Noelia’s (grand)niece, Gabriela’s only (Grand)daughter, as well as Natalia’s (great)granddaughter.

She’s also a selective mute.

[monstersandmaw]

Holyshit I nearly missed this!! It’s AMAZING!!!!!!! *wild flailing and running around like a gremlin* oh my gosh, thank you so much for sharing this!!!! (Also long haired Gabe would be fantastic, and is an AU I fully support!!)

well I couldn't help myself

@monstersandmaw long haired Gabe with a wolfdog trying to cheer him up (he may or may not be missing someone)

[ejunkiet]

hi hello i’m LOVING the updates on ropes and fangs and I really can’t wait to see where this project takes you (already the growth in writing from the first snippet to the one you just posted aarargagarg i could go off about how much ur style has evolved but but that’s not truly why i’m here)

what advice would you give to someone who really wants to branch out into writing “homebrew” work who really has only written fan work. where would u recommend posting or how? if you have Any Idea of who Else I could bother about this pls let me know

I’ve been wanting to post some of my more original work for a series I’ve been writing but I just. Don’t Know How (fan work is already something I struggle with cause I can’t seem to write anything that means to someone else what it means for me)

jfhdask BLESS you, moth; your timing is impeccable, as I was working on r&f this morning >:3 <33

so. ADVICE. You've been writing Homebrew Blorbos, and you want to get other people interested in them. The first thing I will say, is that it is hard, and it will always be hard. getting people invested in your worlds/characters takes work, and without the fandom platform, it's difficult to direct traffic your way in the first place. i.e. ao3 has an original fiction category which is good for hosting a work you don't want to publish, but it's not as if people follow that tag there.

I love reading original work, but I need one of two things to get me to read it: one, I love the author's fanwork and want to read more of their writing (if I love your fic, I will read your book okay); and two, the concept itself is interesting / what I'm looking for -- but for that, I need to find it first.

so. how do you get traffic your way?

tumblr is a good means for advertising. so. there are online writing communities on tumblr that only write original work, and only write the kinds of things I'm interested in reading. it's how I found a few authors whose books I've bought >:3 my advice is to look into tags that contain the same themes / dynamics of your original work, and see how other people are posting their work / talking about their work, and what gets the most traffic. learn from others!

I won't be posting large sections of my original work on tumblr, because once something is out there, it's out there. people can and do steal fiction and self publish it on amazon. also, as much as I love tumblr, it's not a good place for publishing full works, as it's clunky as hell, and posts older than a month vanish into the nether.

so you need to decide what your want to do with your original work. will it become a book? will you post it as an online serial, and then rework this first draft into a book? (like the gabe and odessa fic!) aside from tumblr (which has a thriving short story / serial story community), ao3 (for fic hosting) and amazon (you can publish your story as a serial there, although it's US restricted, and difficult to get noticed amidst the crowd), I don't know really of any other good original fiction hosting platforms aside from self publishing.

(real publishing is a nightmare, and if that's your goal, kudos to you! I know a few authors in fandom going that route for different genres, and they are incredible writers, but breaking through is goddamn difficult.)

but if you just want people to read it, and give you feedback, then talk about it!! post snippets / chapters, talk about the characters, utilise the tags on tumblr and ao3 to find people with similar interests.

...one thing I will say though, as a final note, is from what I've seen, the quality of original work by people not in fandom <<<< people in fandom. you've had years of practice writing characters and scenes, and once you make that leap into original work, you're pretty much set <3

[kdelarenta]

every piece of IF I've ever played

- a simple list to keep track of everything i've played, my main characters and their routes

finished 

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Book 1/2 

Amelia Winters - Mason, (Nate)

Josie Valentine - *will be using for something else

Edith Sinclair - *will be using for something else

The Shadow Society - Book 1 

Maxine Waldorf - Michael 

Rory Harrington - *will be using for something else

The Fog Knows Your Name 

Olivia Walsh - Rex

Fallen Hero : Rebirth

Vera Brown - Daniel

Keeper of the Sun and Moon 

Luna Peters - *will be using for something else

Madison Reed - Cyrus

The Soul Stone War 

Cecelia -  *will be using for something else

Valkyrie - Manerkol

Creme de la Creme

Katherine Duval - Max 

Monique Davenport - Blaise

180 Files: The Aegis Project 

Ava Coleman - Angel 

Mask Of The Plague Doctor

Lilith - might use her for something else*

Tally Ho

Joy Hartmann - Haze, Valentine

Breach

Lana Bautista - Gabriel

WIP

From The Shadows 

Marina Spencer - Daniel  

Supernaturals in New York

Gwen Darcy - Grey

Shepherds of Haven

Verena Hatche - Chase, (Trouble)

Secrets of Swatheford 

Charlie De Luca - Cas, (Mercado)

Wilhelmina 

Wilhelmina Murray - Jonathan 

Sentinel 

Mina Asano - Adrian 

The Golden Rose 

Arya - Hadrian 

Royal Affairs 

Beatrice -  Laurie

Speaker 

Josephine Clayton - Sebastian, Liam

KODAN 

Madison Reed - Dominic, ( Cyrus)

Odessa Dating Games 

Isabella Ronin - Lyon 

Modern Citizens : Unmasked

Astrid Hayes - Finley

Mind Blind

Colette Wiseman - Gray, Glitch

Monsters of New Haven High 

Ruby Mephisto - Hunter 

Attollo

Rue Blanchard - using her for something else*

Remember you will die

Artemis - Dante

Virtue’s End

Nadia - Elexis (Shea)

Conspiracy in Emerson

Maisie Lockwood - Gabe, (Curt)

Exiled from Court

Seraphina - Harry

Golden

Hazel Mcclaren - Kaidan

OFNA

Nellie Whitlock - Jeremy

Just West Of Autumn Boulevard

Imogen Prescott - using her for something else*

The Spirited: Origins

Hyacinth Blaire Decker - Vargas

Body Count

Rosalie Yang - Charlie

Fernweh Saga

Norah Bradshaw - Reese, (Mal)

College Tennis

Barbara Bobbie Friedman - ?

The Exile

Guinevere Acheron - Nikke

Amarantha - ??

The Marriage Market

Agatha Hartcliffe - *using her for someone else

What Lovely Bones

Maya Fox - T Kauffman

Disenchanted

Mallory Sanchez - Theo

Beyond The Mist

Dawn - Zach

Slaughter Squad

Jules Ortega - The Host

Embers of Hope

Poppy Vesper - Creon

Blood Legacies

Iris Ellarion - Hayden

Dust and Shadows

Vanessa Archibald - Quinn

not cog

Scout : An Apocalypse Story 

Dexadora Park - Oliver

A Tale of Crowns 

Nîyaz Cezîrî - Dara

Perfumare

Summer - Lauren

ASOS

Margaret Fairchild - *using her for something else

LOA

Fallon Harrington - Gabe

TPS

Tabitha Julivert - Clarke

[gabriel-ramos]

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Gabriel was only there to find Finn, and usually he wouldn’t even bother trying the club because he knew it was only odd occasions that he’d find his friend there. However, ever since the encounter with the dancer, Gabe thought Finn was perhaps sneaking around his own club a little more than he let on. There was no Finn, but Gabe did find himself at the bar beside the girl. And he was already laughing. “You allowed to drink on the job?” he asked her, nudging his elbow lightly against her arm because well, Finn never let people too close. And also, “I’ll get you something, from one Wusband to another.” he then said after wanting to mention it for weeks.