#he bites and barks and wants to be pinned and muzzled

[doctorruby]

can't stop thinking about characters who are dogs. like characters who bark and growl. who bite the hands that feed them and that get mean when they're nervous like bad dogs, who can't help gnawing at a good thing until it bleeds. characters who are loyal and possessive and protective but reckless and feral and rabid. characters who wanna sit at the feet of their owners and characters that can't stop losing. characters who are kicked like strays and put in cages. characters who are muzzled and loud and obedient and mean. characters who are just foaming at the mouth for love and attention, characters who are hungry and savage. characters who are just. dogs.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

♡ FEM reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

♡ part 1

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[ddejavvu]

so i absolutely love the best friend james potter fic where he warms his hands between the reader’s thighs and the idea of him having really bad circulation just makes sense to me, so can we get a technically kinda part two but instead of between the readers thighs it’s that portion of underboob that just heats up so much for no reason whatsoever? 🙇🙇🙇

Sirius's canine form requires him to get at least twelve hours of outdoor time per week, but during the winter months it becomes a chore delegated to the least lucky of the group: take Padfoot for a walk.

"Please, Jamie?" You'd leveled James with puppy eyes that rivalled Sirius himself, and now two sets of footprints lay in the snow beside pawprints that wind around them in happy trails.

"It's bloody cold out here." James comments, like your own nose isn't burning from the temperature, "Sirius, can't you piss on trees faster?"

Padfoot, who greatly resents the tree-pissing stereotype, takes a snapping lunge at James's ankles that sends him careening into you from your left.

"James!" You shriek as your feet and his knock clumsily together, all four united in trying to stabilize you. His arm wraps around your waist and he finds his footing first, which means that you're supported by his grip as you find your own. You find yourself inches away from his face, his nose stained red akin to his cheeks as you both laugh at how you've ended up pinned to a tree in the forest. Sirius barks at you, sounding suspiciously giddy, and James drags his hands off of your back, trailing them over your stomach as he goes.

"Gonna put a muzzle on you for that one, mutt." James threatens Sirius, who dashes off to find a stick or lick a toad or whatever else his dog brain fancies at the moment. You're left trailing beside James once again, wishing that you had your own stick to drag through the snow.

"You were really warm," James reminisces, his hands surely going numb, "Like- your stomach?"

"It's my boobs," You snicker, "No matter how cold a girl gets, the space beneath her tits will always be warm."

"Really?" James peers curiously at you, "That's cool. It's like a life hack."

"Right. It's-" You stick a hand guilelessly beneath your shirt, nestling it beneath the curve of your bra, "It's not, like, sweaty or anything. Just warm."

"Fascinating." James pushes his glasses up his nose with a single outstretched finger, "Wish I had some of those."

"You can borrow mine," You concede, taking James's hand in your own and sliding it up your stomach until his hand is leeching off of the same warmth you'd felt only seconds prior, "Feel it?"

His jaw drops, one of his unruly curls bouncing stubbornly in front of his face.

"Darling, you weren't kidding! It's like an oven in here." He hums, his other hand greedily reaching for the excess space beneath your chest, "Oh my god, if I had this I'd never stop touching it."

When Padfoot returns it's to James pressing you against another tree, hands pressed firmly to the space beneath your tits. He charges for James determinedly, latching his teeth around the man's elbow and pulling with all of his might to separate his friend from you.

"Pads- ouch! She's- relax, Fido, she's let me. I'm warming my hands, thank you very much."

James manages to pry Padfoot's maw off of him, hissing at the skin surely bruised beneath his thick wool coat.

"It's alright, Sirius." You rub sweetly between the dog's ears, "His hands were cold, that's all. Don't want to bring him back to the castle with less than ten fingers."

Sirius's resulting growl towards James sounds suspiciously like he's going to lose fingers anyways, whether it be from frostbite or a dog's bite.

[littlepuppers]

A thought to add to that fantasy:

The owners end up having to go on a trip again a month or two later, and seeing as you did such a good job last time, they ask if you can watch him again for two weeks. Even though you really don't want to, they pay really well and you could really use the money, so you end up in their living room as they hand you the keys and head off on their trip, his snout pushing between your thighs before their even out of the driveway...

mmmm yesss i mean unfortunately i need the money and they pay so much bc he’s a big dog and eats a lottt so i have to keep dog sitting him.

as we’re in the driveway, i push his snout away from me and walk inside. i pour food in his bowl and get myself a snack. i remember not to bend over or lean down too much bc of what happened last time. and i wore that stupid skirt again. why?? because i have to be presentable for the owners, they know my parents and will report back or get someone else if i seem like i’m a slacker. anyway, i literally can’t ignore the fact that his huge dick is just out bruh like have some courtesy.

i’m there for a couple hours watching movies and chilling on the couch while he’s on the floor. I fall asleep to the peaceful sound of gunshots from an action movie.

OW WHAT THE FUCK. i wake up in a panicked state feeling claws scraping my thighs. i look down and this damn fuckin dog has his head under my skirt and is nuzzling my pussy rn, licking it way too harshly. wondered why i had such an intense wet dream. ewww disgusting i push his head away but he’s not budging, he muzzles deeper and is tongue goes inside me. it goes in wayyy too easily bc im fucking soaked. WTF buddy get out please..i feel his huge tongue lapping at my walls and my legs start shaking. fuck i’m like about to cum in a dogs mouth this is so sick. my thighs start tightening around his head, then he stops.

dude. what. there’s no way this dog just edged me. fuck off.

he gets up to leave but then bites onto my skirt and drags it up all the way to my face. i playfully bite onto it, taking it from him and giggle. but all of a sudden his paws pin down both of my arms and i realize what position we’re in. oh my god no no no no no NO.

his hips go down and he starts bucking them trying to find my parts. so gross please don’t, not again. i squirm trying to dodge his scary MASSIVE doggy cock. he then lays his upper body down on me, putting all his weight on and pushes harshly into me. FUCK. god what the fuck. he ruts into me in and out so fast and hard, it hurts. i think his cock is getting bigger…oh shit. noooooo no no. please don’t. i try to push his paws off my arms and he snaps at my face, i flinch away and tears start running. he licks them off my face while still pounding me. the squelching sound and my whimpers fill the room it sounds so fucking inappropriate. i feel his knot trying to get in “NO BUD GET OFF!” he pops it in and finally stops thrusting. the feeling is overwhelming and i cum immediately as it goes in. buddy whines and barks in my face. i feel his liquid flood me. fucking disgusting. im still sniffling from earlier but i take deep breathes while his knot goes down. he continues to lick my face till im ok. that’s kinda nice. but not nice bc he knotted me without permission. “no treats later buddy” i say and then he starts shifting his hips, i gasp as he slips it out of me. i hear the liquid drip onto the floor and feel it gush out of me. sweaty and panting, im still laid out on the couch, legs spread, and there’s a disgusting doggy cum mess all over my pussy.

fuck…i look down and see it left his huge puddle on the couch. great, now i have to clean it all up. i get up carefully and start walking when my legs give out. i collapse on the floor, my legs are too shaky to walk. buddy walks over to me and is sniffing me, especially down there. he whines. i think he feels bad and wants to clean me up. i slowly and carefully spread my legs and he puts his head down, licking up my thighs and on my pussy. fuck it’s sore and feels really overstimulated, but um, kinda good ig. his head comes up and he licks my face, spreading his cum on me GROSS. i push him away and he trots away, growing another hard on. i roll my eyes, glad that didn’t go anywhere. i get up, less shaky now, and go to get the cleaning stuff.

i clean up the mess and forgot about his cum, now crusted, on my cheek. gross. i wash it off and sit back on the couch, exhausted even more now. i refuse to sleep near him again. what a gross horny dog. what is his deal seriously. he lays on the ground near me and stares at me, panting, his red cock out on the ground as well. god, can’t believe i have three more days of bullshit.

IM SO WET WRITING THIS

[crushmeeren]

࿐ second part of installment number one for my kinktober series! enjoy my little bats! click here for Bakugou’s version.

࿐ Good fucking lord, this is much longer than I intended it to be, but it’s worth the read, I promise.

࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ knotting, breeding, scent kink, biting/marking, fighting as foreplay, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of blood, slightly possessive behavior by Hoshina.

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Mating runs are boring and common where you come from. You’ve taken part in more than you can count, yet no one has been able to catch you and the thrill’s worn off. You’re on the verge of giving up completely when someone new joins your pack. It startles you when you realize that you’re about to be in for the mating run of your life.

⇣ ⇣ ༄ ⇣ ⇣ ⇣ ༄ ⇣ ⇣

You often speak to the moon, but she never talks back.

You let out another long, spiritless howl. Hoping for some kind of answer as to why you’re here in the middle of another mating run where nobody seems capable of catching you. At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been pursued. Yet no alpha is up to your caliber.

Sure, your pack mates tease you for your high standards, but you’re confident in who you are and what you want. How could you be expected to settle for somebody less than what you deserve? No run of the mill wolf is what you’re searching for. You huff in frustration, seeing as how it’s the closest thing you can muster to a sigh while you’re covered in thick fur.

Shifting your weight from paw to paw, you stare up at the full moon, enthralled by the beauty of it as you debate whether or not to leave your peaceful resting spot here by the creek.

You’re on the verge of throwing in the towel and returning to the starting site when the crunch of a branch nearby catches your attention. Your ears twitch, perking up fully at the noise. The soft padding of sneaky paws cut through the babbling of the water, a strong smell of freshly fallen rain and bergamot hitting your nose.

Reno, you recognize, tail beginning to swish happily. Your long time friend has made somewhat of a ritual out of seeking you out at the end of a mating run. Usually it’s when you come home, meeting you halfway as a wolf to help you blow off steam by wrestling.

This time though, Reno isn’t participating in a run and he isn’t waiting near the town for you. He’s just recently joined the pack’s patrol, and Narumi has trusted him with the responsibility of keeping an eye on your territory while many wolves are otherwise occupied during the run.

You turn your focus to the tree line and bark happily when a large snowy white wolf breaks through. You raise to all fours, bounding over to the wolf you consider a brother. Once you get closer, Reno drops his front half to the floor, spine curving and displaying his desire to rough house. He growls playfully, sneezing once or twice to show he intends no harm.

You respond in kind, slowly stalking towards him and you lower your head between your shoulders. You both freeze as you creep up right beside him. It’s tense for a few seconds and then the two of you are snapping half heartedly at each other’s muzzles. You nip teasingly at his scruff before backing off a few steps and lifting your paw to strike his shoulder.

Reno rumbles in irritation, launching himself forward and erasing the few feet that remains between you. You collide roughly and the force sends you both tumbling to the floor. Reno manages to get his teeth into your shoulder, trying to get you to admit defeat. You use all four of your legs to kick at him, hind paws digging into a sensitive area on his ribs and he releases you with a yelp.

You roll away and stand abruptly, not wasting a second before pouncing on him and forcing him onto his back. You lock your jaws around his throat and apply enough pressure to pin him in place. He squirms petulantly, but a warning growl from you has him giving up with a whine that reminds you of a tea kettle going off. Reno slumps and bares his vulnerable belly.

You pull away, panting to catch your breath and lean down to lick his cheek affectionately. You start to nibble gently at the side of his face to convey that you’re glad to see him. Reno licks your muzzle a few times and then rolls to get out from underneath you, opting to plop down into a seated position instead.

You’re about to shift back to speak with him in person when an ear splitting, agonized howl cuts through the happy atmosphere you’d been basking in.

A chilly shot of adrenaline spikes your blood, causing your heart to thunder against your rib cage. Reno’s eyes are wide and alert when you turn to him in alarm.

He’s sprinting in the direction of the howl at a break neck pace before you can blink, kicking up dirt as he goes. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, chest clenching tight with fear as Reno disappears from sight.

Your strong survival instinct pushes you to start racing back towards town, not keen on sticking around to see what kind of situation would result in a noise as gut wrenching as the one you heard.

Your steps falter when you recall just how distraught the unknown wolf sounded, almost as if you could feel the desperation in it. The echo of it replays in your mind for the entirety of your run.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

It’s chaotic once you arrive.

You reach the clearing where all mating runs begin, noticing several other pack members have started to return, forced to cut their nights short as well. The mounting tension in the air causes you to shift too quickly, joints protesting loudly as you rush through it.

Your night vision allows you to locate the robe you’d left behind, finding it crumpled in a small pile near the tree line. Anxiously you tug it over your shoulder and tie the belt, searching the area until your gaze lands on the familiar mess of hair that belongs to your other dear friend, Narumi Gen.

“Gen!”

The man’s head whips around, eyes widening when he realizes who’s calling for him. Narumi stalks towards you, face pinched in anger out of reflex and concealing the concern that’s simmering just below the surface.

“Are you alright?” Narumi places a heavy hand on your shoulder, scanning your body to check for any obvious signs of injury.

You nod, gripping the hems of your sleeves. “I’m fine, but Reno is still out there.”

Narumi curses loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut. They flash open seemingly even more furious than before.

“Goddammit, I told that fuckin’ pup to wait and call out for us if he came across a shitstorm. I knew I shouldn’t have assigned him to patrol tonight!”

As the leader of your packs defense, he’s responsible for everyone on his team, and Reno hasn’t been a part of it for long. He’s younger than you both, still wet behind the ears when it comes to situations like this, and Narumi’s clear desperation about Reno makes panic start to well up in the back of your throat.

“What the hell is going on out there Gen? You’ve got to go get him!” Your adrenaline turns up another notch and now you’re unable to stand still, fingers curling and uncurling restlessly at your sides.

Narumi’s expression turns stormy, jaw clenching when he glances at the forest. “I’m heading out there now with Kafka and some of the others. Someone out there was calling out for help, but we don’t know if it’s real or if there’s rogues nearby trying to sneak in under our noses. Go back to town, I’ll bring Reno home.”

Your gut twists sourly at the thought of leaving Reno out there while you sit in the safety of your home. You’re aware you would be useless in battle, but you have a decent amount of medical knowledge stored in your mind. At least enough to be able to tell whether someone could be helped in the field or if they need to be taken straight to your mother. She is the town’s doctor, after all.

“No, no fucking way Gen. I’m waiting here for you. I’ll be able to help if he’s hurt.”

Narumi sneers, obviously wanting to argue, but then Kafka calls out frantically for him to hurry and he knows he can’t waste anymore time fighting.

“Fine. Plant your stubborn ass right here and wait. Don’t move a fuckin’ muscle.”

You roll your eyes, but you slip your arms around his waist in a hug anyways. “Be careful Gen.”

Narumi’s reply is to hug you back a tad tighter.

Then he’s vanishing, shifting as he turns into a massive black and white wolf, confidently leading the others to where Reno must be waiting.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

You wait.

And wait.

And wait some fucking more.

The sun starts breaking over the horizon when you finally catch the familiar scents of your pack mates. Reno’s rain mixed with bergamot and Narumi’s spicy cinnamon stand out the most.

Your shoulders sag with relief, too distracted by the fact that maybe your friends are okay to realize there’s an unfamiliar hint of vanilla and honey mixed amongst them. Not too mention the metallic tang of blood is overpowering close to everything else. The scent is so strong your spine stiffens and your stomach rolls.

“What if Reno was hurt?”

“What if it’s coming from Gen or Kafka?”

Some of your fear is abated when the three step into sight, but your head jerks in surprise when you notice Reno is carrying a naked man. One who must be a stranger because you’ve never seen him before.

And he currently is more wound than person.

You scramble to your feet and rush over to meet them halfway. The dark purple haired man is unconscious in Reno’s arms, and your brain freezes when you take note of the gaping laceration that stretches vertically down the middle of his sternum. It looks like someone tried to rip his heart out, and the thought makes you sick.

Thankfully, whoever did this, doesn’t seem to have cut deep enough to kill him. You’re fairly certain it’s only a layer of muscle that’s exposed, no vital organs or bones. You glance over the rest of his body to assess all his injuries.

Scratches cover his upper chest, his neck and his arms. There’s a steadily bleeding gash that cuts straight through his left eyebrow and you think one of his ribs is broken. His right eye is swollen shut, and there’s a split in his lower lip. He seems to be unscathed below the waist.

You can figure out how this happened to him later, but he desperately needs much more medical attention than you currently can provide.

“Get him to my mother, now. I’ll run ahead to warn her.”

Reno nods once, and before anyone else speaks you turn and sprint in the direction of your town. It’s takes at least ten minutes when you’re running at a decent pace, but you make it there in five. You burst through the clinic door, unintentionally scaring your mother and making her jump about a foot into the air.

You frantically explain everything that’s happened, doing your very best to describe all the injuries to her with your limited knowledge of medical terms. Her expression shifts into something you only see when she’s working life or death situations, and she immediately instructs you on what to get ready for the strangers arrival.

Reno rushes in shortly after, carefully placing the wolf on the cot your mother instructs him to use. It’s all a blur, but you watch her work a miracle, as she normally does, and help to the best of your ability.

Each time you take in the sight of the strangers badly beaten up face, your heart clenches in a way you’ve never experienced before.

And for the life of you, you can’t figure out why.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

Once again, you find yourself waiting. It’s as much of a nightmare now as it had been earlier.

You’d been shoved out the door and into the waiting area as soon as your father had turned up to help. You’d struggled not to protest it, an overwhelming urge to protect, to help him screaming at the rational side of your brain.

But you’d forced yourself to obey and sat outside chewing on your fingernails for what seemed like days. The only time you’d convinced yourself to leave was to run home to find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to cover up with.

Anyone who’d come in to try and sneak a glimpse of the newcomer was abruptly shooed away by you. Of course, you’d helped the ones who needed actual simple medical attention. Now you’ve taken up space in one of the waiting chairs, gnawing on your bottom lip while you stare at the floor lost in thought.

The door to the back creaks open slowly, revealing your mother and you shoot to your feet already halfway to her before she’s able to get two words out.

“Is he alright? Has he woken up? What happened to him?” Your rapid fire questions have your mother smiling comfortingly. She gives you a reassuring squeeze on the arm, turning to walk back through the door without checking to see if you’re following.

“Take a deep breath honey, he’s going to be just fine. The laceration to his chest was the worst of it, and we managed to stop the bleeding and stitch him up. Since the broken rib didn’t pierce his lung, it will have to heal on its own. We cleaned the rest of his wounds but he hasn’t woken up since. The severity of it all has taken it’s toll on him.”

Words fail you as she fills in the blanks for you, a fierce sense of relief uncurling your shoulders when she confirms he’ll be okay. You trail behind as you enter the room, eyes landing on the still unconscious form of the stranger. You notice a soft pair of athletic shorts peaking out of the blanket that’s been pulled up to his waist. At least he’s got clothes on now.

The closer you get the more it shocks you to find there was a strikingly handsome face hiding underneath all the blood. You try to ignore the swarm of butterflies in your gut and focus on the present. You shake your head softly to yourself. You don’t even know this man’s name, or if he’s dangerous.

“When he will wake up?”

Before you realize what you’re doing, your fingers have moved on their own to delicately trace the stitches that decorate his eyebrow. You snatch your hand back as if you were burned when you catch yourself, face blazing.

If your mother notices the uncharacteristic moment, she doesn’t comment on it.

“I’m not sure baby, it’s only been a few hours. Let’s give him some time before we jump to any conclusions. Assuming he’s also a wolf, his regeneration should kick in soon and speed up the recovery process. With that being said, be careful when you’re here. If he wakes up, come get somebody so you aren’t alone. At least until we learn his intentions.”

You swallow drily, lips pressing into a line as she leaves to go gather more bandages.

Your mother had said when you’re here, not if. As though she has no doubt about finding you rooted to his side.

You pull a chair up next to his bed and settle in to wait.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

Your mother was right.

The next few days sees you spending almost all of your free time in the clinic. You’d taken to washing the stranger’s hair, cleaning his face and changing his bandages a few times a day.

He appears to be healing well, according to your mother. The scratches have begun fading to faint pink lines and the laceration down his sternum has lost it’s stitches, already scabbing over nicely.

Reno had visited the first day and you’d hugged him tight, playfully bumping your forehead with his as you tell him what an idiot he was for going out there alone. He only laughs, returning the hug just as tightly.

He let you know that he hadn’t gotten any more information than you because the stranger was already knocked out cold when he showed up. Narumi had appeared not long after, chewing him out and ordering him to watch the guy while he and Kafka searched the area.

They’d come up with nothing but a scent trail that ended at the edge of your territory. They chose not to go any further in case the threat had moved closer to town.

Even as the puzzle remained a mystery, you continued to care for the unfairly attractive man. A sick sense of self satisfaction continuing to build inside you as you watched him heal with your help.

Narumi stopped by on the third day, eyeing the sleeping stranger wearily before you hugged him the same way you had done to Reno. He’d laughed and reminded you that “nothing could take him down.” Narumi wasn’t able to offer much else in terms of information either, but he did make you promise to find him once the stranger woke up.

The next morning you arrive bright and early to check over the man you’ve oddly become attached to. You carefully carry a sterile bowl filled with warm water and a wash cloth over to his cot, ringing it out and sitting next to him to clean his face like you normally do when he starts to stir lightly.

Your heart skips a beat, and you freeze with your hand hovering mid air as he groans softly, eyes fluttering open just enough to allow you to see purple irises. His confused gaze lands on you, squinting as he focuses intently.

“Where am I?” He asks, voice hoarse from spending so long silent. You blink a few times, recovering and bringing your hand back to your lap. You try to calm your racing pulse.

“You’re safe, you’re in my town’s clinic. One of my pack mates found you in the forest after you’d been knocked out.”

“Oh.” He pauses. “I thought I was in heaven.”

You tilt your head, thoroughly confused. “You thought…. what?”

“In heaven,” he says as if it’s obvious. “Ya know, because you must be an angel.” The silence that stretches between you is borderline deafening as you process what he’s saying.

Is he… joking? At a time like this?

Your question is answered when he’s no longer able to hold in his laughter, sending himself into a wheezing coughing fit and you start to giggle from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

The man settles back down with a wince, eyes widening and fingers reaching down briefly to trace the new, large scab on his sternum. You study him curiously, giving him time to process. He rests his head back on the pillow, shifting to stare at you serenely.

You wonder if he’s a bit insane to be so calm waking up in a foreign place, surrounded by strangers.

“I’m Soshiro, Hoshina Soshiro,” he croaks.

Soshiro, you think, testing how it sounds in your head. You like it a bit too much. You let your gaze trace the sharp features of his jaw, the ironically cat like slope of his eyes and he smiles just enough to show off his canines. A low heat slams into your belly, slithering up the back of your neck and burning the tips of your ears.

He raises his good eyebrow and waits for your response, prompting you to clear your throat and glance at the floor awkwardly before providing him with your name.

Once Soshiro assures you he won’t go anywhere, you run to the training area to fetch Narumi just as you promised and stop to alert your mother as well.

The three of you, and your pack leader Mina, gather around his bed as Narumi interrogates him a bit too harshly for your taste. You glare at Narumi but he ignores you. Not that it matters, because Soshiro answers all his questions with an easy smile. You notice then that Soshiro squints quite often, eyes only open wide when he’s serious.

His pretty purple eyes are on display now, somber as he lays out all the details of what he can remember from being attacked. You have to look away from the intensity of his stare when he glances at you. Soshiro’s vanilla honey sent sours as he speaks, and suddenly you’re aching to do anything in your power to make him smell sweet again.

Soshiro reluctantly admits to being the alpha and leader of a rogue pack. But he assures that they were only rogues because they had nowhere else to turn so they ended up sticking together. There were only four them, and they were just passing through the area when things rapidly went south.

They’d stumbled across a group of about eight other rogues who were dead set on not allowing them to pass by peacefully. Soshiro’s the one who took on eight wolves, by himself, so his pack mates could escape.

He’d been distracted for a split second and that’s all it took for one of the rogue wolves to land a solid hit on him. A different one tore into his chest and that’s when he instinctively let out a howl that cried for help. He assumes hearing Reno’s approach is what scared them off, but he’s unsure because he passed out from blood loss at that point.

Soshiro’s face screams exhausted once he’s finished retelling the story, and your mother takes it upon herself to cut off the questioning and demand everyone allow him to rest. Mina pulls your mother away and speaks to her quietly in another room, and Narumi leaves with a stone cold expression and not another word.

You, however, remain in place.

Soshiro’s frowning softly, brows pinched together in concentration as he stares out the window. His hands clench into fists at his sides and you act impulsively.

Gingerly, as if trying to avoid spooking an animal, you uncurl his hand and lace your fingers together. You concentrate on pushing out your own scent and purr when his features smooth out. His lips tug into a grateful smile and he squeezes your hand, thumb running over your knuckles.

You may not know much about Soshiro yet, but something you are certain of, is that he’s strong. He’s brave. He’s selfless and bubbly and he put his life on the line so his pack mates could have a chance to live.

You may have finally found someone worthy of being your mate.

And it excites you like no other.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

It takes close to a full month for Soshiro to completely recover.

You’d occupied nearly all his time during it though, not that he was complaining. By week two you even had him up and out of bed, taking him on a tour to learn the town and meet some of the others. Soshiro, you find, is incredibly playful and quite friendly. You find it endearing just how well liked he’s become.

Your pack leader Mina has even stopped by the clinic a few times, offering him a place in your pack in exchange for joining Narumi’s squad. She says it’s because we need as many skilled members for protection as possible, but you have a sneaking suspicion she’s got a soft spot for Soshiro due to his situation. She’d suffered something similar in the past.

You selfishly cross your fingers that he’ll agree to stay even if it means he’ll have to give up his old pack in order to do so. It wasn’t difficult for you to come to the conclusion that you have feelings for the man, but you’ve decided to keep your cards close to your chest for now.

All in all, Soshiro’s healthy again, and that matters first and foremost to you. A scar on his eyebrow and one that stretches the length of his sternum are thankfully all that remains as evidence of his attack.

The day after he’s officially released, Soshiro requests you bring him to the place where Narumi trains his squad. You’d brought him by there multiple times before on your walks and he’d always had this longing, wistful expression as he watched them spar.

The two of you stroll towards Soshiro’s desired location, even if you’re a bit weary about it, and you happily listen to Soshiro chatter along the way.

“I bet I can beat Narumi,” Soshiro says out of nowhere, his scent reeking of confidence. You stare at him as if he’s grown two heads.

“As in, win a sparing match against him?”

“Exactly!” Soshiro grins brightly at you and the warmth of it infects you enough that you can’t help but smile back.

“What makes you say that? Not that I’m doubting your skills, but Narumi has always been one of the strongest members of our pack.”

Soshiro taps his chin in fake contemplation, humming playfully. “I guess you’ll just have to see and find out. After all, I’ll be fighting to impress someone.”

Heat burrows into your cheeks and hopeful butterflies flood your stomach at the implication in his words. Unsure of how to respond, you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. When you risk a glance at Soshiro, he’s already staring at you, the corners of his squinty eyes crinkling even more as his smile grows.

As you continue to walk you stare straight ahead, and somehow you muster up enough confidence to intertwine your hand with Soshiro’s. His scent turns even sweeter, and his chest rumbles with satisfaction.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

Much to Soshiro’s dismay, Narumi wasn’t in the training area.

However, you did get the pleasure of seeing him put Kafka and Reno on their backs, several times. It settled something inside you that had been agitated for quite some time.

In your eyes, Soshiro is the strongest. Even without beating Narumi in a fight.

Another couple months pass by swiftly and Soshiro has made quite the place for himself within your pack. He’s adjusted impressively well. Narumi has, much to his reluctance, even made Soshiro his second in command. That was mostly due to Mina’s insistence though. There’s some sort of strange rivalry between Soshiro and Narumi that you don’t understand, but it’s friendly enough.

You spend an ungodly amount of time with Soshiro, and the more you’re together the more you’re certain he’s the one you want. The two of you haven’t said the words aloud, but you can tell he wants the same.

Currently, you find yourself lounging on his couch, sprawled between his legs like a lazy cat and pillowing your head on his firm chest. You’ve got a hand pushed up under his t-shirt, fingers rhythmically tracing the scar on his sternum.

A movie plays in the background, but you’re entirely fixated on the way Soshiro’s warm chest rises and falls gently with each breath he takes. The slow, steady sound of his heartbeat lures you closer to taking a nap.

Soshiro’s honey vanilla scent clouds the air and it doesn’t help you stay awake in the slightest. His slender fingers card through your hair, pausing to affectionately scratch near the base of your skull and you vibrate with a satisfied purr. The thick sensation of contentment is what you blame for loosening your tongue.

You mumble softly. “Soshiro?”

“Mm?” He replies sleepily.

“Are you going to catch me?”

Soshiro doesn’t miss a beat, sliding his hand down to possessively cup the back of your neck, thumb digging into the muscle under your jaw.

“Oh baby,” he starts sweetly. “I’ve already caught you. But, if you mean to ask am I going to hunt you down? Am I going to pin you to the forest floor and make you present for me like the good omega I know you are?” He squeezes your neck once. “Am I going to have my way with you and knot you? Scar your pretty little neck with my bite?” He trails the pads of his fingers over the side of your throat. “I’m offended you even have to ask.”

You shove your burning face into his chest, voice muffled by his shirt. “What makes you think you’ll get to me first?”

The nonchalant way Soshiro speaks causes goosebumps to cover your arms, as if there’s not a single chance he won’t be the one to catch you.

“Ah, well that’s because I’ll rip whoever else tries to shreds.” He tangles his fingers through the hair on the back of your skull and pulls until you’re forced to lift your head and see him. His eyes are wide open, dark gaze solely focused on you. “Seems like a good plan, right?”

You try to nod, hair still caught in his fist. Soshiro drags you up for a kiss and you think you might tear someone apart if it means Soshiro wins you in the end.

⇣ ⇣ ⇣

“Omegas! As always, you have five minutes to create some distance before the Alphas follow. Your individual run ends when you’re caught or once the sun rises, everyone understand?”

A quiet murmur of confirmation trickles through the crowd as Mina finishes going over the rules. The moon is high in the sky and you’re restless as you listen to this speech for the hundredth time.

You can feel Soshiro practically burning holes into the side of your head, and when you peak over at him, you flush hotly at the intense look on his face. He flashes you a small smile and wiggles his fingers in acknowledgment. You return the gesture before starting to slip off your robe along with the other omegas.

The fabric drops to the grass and a suffocating wave of vanilla honey hits you like a truck. You glance over at Soshiro in surprise and his face has gone pink, jaw clenched tightly as he drags wide eyes up and down your bare figure. Your toes curl into the grass and then Mina is signaling for you all to start running.

You smile coyly at Soshiro, sending him a wink and then you take off running. You shift seamlessly into a wolf, shaking your fur out and leaping through the tree line. You head in the direction of an area you know well, a place near the edge of your territory that overlooks a cliff. It’s quite far, but it’s beautiful, and you’re hoping you can make it there before Soshiro takes you down.

Branches snag your fur as you run, but you pay the pain no mind. It’s nonexistent with all the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You distantly hear the shrill siren that announces the Alphas can begin their hunt and your pulse skyrockets.

You stop only once or twice to brush up against the trunk of a tree or a branch, just to leave behind some of your scent for Soshiro to track. It dawns on you that you’re starting to get about halfway to your destination when you hear a playful howl break through the otherwise quiet forest.

It kicks your ass into gear because you know it’s Soshiro. And fuck, it’s closer than you anticipated.

Your muscles begin to burn from the hardcore pace you’re being forced to keep up. Your ribs expand rapidly as you pant to try and keep enough oxygen running through your lungs.

A crunching noise to the left of you has you glancing that direction, and your steps falter in shock when you see glimpses of deep purple fur rushing through the trees like a blur. He’s only about twenty feet from where you’re currently running.

A giddy sensation makes you yip. You knew were right to choose Soshiro, but having it validated in front of your eyes makes you feel elated.

You abruptly change direction, turning right and sprinting like a bullet train towards a clearing you know is close. A furious snarl echoes from somewhere behind you and you’d laugh if you could.

You dig your claws into the dirt to generate more momentum, and it propels you into the clearing and towards the small creek you’ve often visited. The thundering of paws closes in again, but you’re still thinking you can outrun him when Soshiro slams into you so harshly you fly off your feet and splash into the water.

A bright pain flares in your shoulder as you land and all you can think is “just how fucking fast is he?”, before you scramble to your feet, fur soaking and hanging heavily with water. You realize you can’t even waste a second with your mate chasing you, and you launch yourself back into a run before Soshiro’s teeth can sink into your leg.

Water flies off your fur in every direction as you close in on the cliff side. You buzz with energy as you glide through the maze of trees as fast as your legs can carry you. You get the vague sense that Soshiro’s just been playing with you until now, because all of a sudden he’s rapidly gaining ground on you and the fear that you won’t make it prickles at the back of your head.

Just as you’re certain your legs will finally give out you burst through the tress, having to pump the breaks and skid to a stop before you fly over the edge of the cliff. You spin around, lungs positively burning for air, to see Soshiro stalking towards you, head lowered as he hunts you down.

It occurs to you that the easily overlooked flaw in your plan was that you’re now trapped with nowhere to go. That is, unless you feel like taking a nose dive. You know you’re not fast enough to slip past Soshiro, and so you steady yourself, growling at him half heartedly. You’ll have to take him head on.

Soshiro pounces first and you leap towards him simultaneously, colliding painfully and knocking your heads together as you try to snap at his throat. Soshiro backs off a couple steps before throwing his body weight into his next movement and barrels into your shoulder, sending you crashing to the floor.

You go down with a yelp, landing on your side and sliding a few inches. Before you can even consider retaliating, Soshiro’s jaw locks around your throat, applying enough pressure to pinch the skin but not enough to puncture. He rumbles lowly with a warning and you respond with a whimper, sagging with defeat.

Soshiro drags the moment out, and then he pulls away by a few feet to allow you to shift and shed your wolf, settling on his haunches as he watches you flop onto your back, panting and heaving to catch your breath.

He huffs in amusement and you glare halfheartedly at him. In the next moment Soshiro’s human again, sitting on his knees. He’s sweaty and flushed pink all the way to his nipples, grinning with an infuriating amount of self satisfaction.

You push up into a sitting position, shoving at his chest before he can speak. Now that he’s caught you, your adrenaline has morphed into an arousal that burns so viscerally you think your blood will boil. You physically cannot waste any more time not being locked on his knot.

Soshiro, much to your dismay, snatches your wrist and doesn’t budge an inch.

“Ah ah, I don’t think so princess. You’re not calling the shots tonight.” You try to pull your wrist free, whining childishly but Soshiro wraps his fingers around your throat and slams you back onto the ground, rattling your brain and a tearing a loud groan from your chest. Your pussy aches to be filled, and the blatant display of strength makes it worse.

“C’mon Soshiro, you caught me, just like I knew you would. Now mate me,” You demand impatiently, throat bobbing against his palm as you swallow. You grip his wrist with a hiss when he squeezes again, eyes flickering down to where Soshiro’s cock stands fully hard and proud.

“Such a bossy little mate, you’re so adorable,” he coos, releasing your throat and pushing your thigh open with one hand so he can settle snug in between your legs. You push your lower lip out but then Soshiro’s thick cock twitches against your inner thigh and that wipes away all traces of your pout.

“Soshiro, please,” you beg, squirming and tilting your hips up to try and catch the head of his cock. He moans, lids fluttering when your pussy glides along his shaft, drooling all over him and he brings a hand up to squeeze your tit roughly. Your back arches into his palm and your nails dig into the dirt below.

Your mate trails his hand down your sternum with an appreciative hum and warmth pools in low your belly. You want him so badly you’re willing to fight him over it. Your gums ache dully, the urge to sink your teeth into his neck and claim him consuming you.

Soshiro’s thumb finds your swollen clit and he rubs slow, deliberate circles into it, sending waves of pleasure throughout your pelvis. It’s more of a tease than anything else at this point.

“That’s what you wanted, right baby?” He teases, dragging his thumb down to part the soft lips of your pussy, a rumble rattling his chest at what he finds. “God, you look so fucking gorgeous under me like this, I can’t wait to see you split open on my knot.”

Your clit twitches and Soshiro grins slyly.

“Why are you teasing me? You said you would give me what I want!” You’re aware sound like a little kid who hasn’t gotten the treat they asked for, but dammit, you just want Soshiro to fulfill his promise!

“And I’m not going back on my word baby girl, just appreciating the moment.” He bites into his bottom lip, gaze heavy lidded as he stares down at you.

Soshiro presses his thumb into the base of his cock, angling it just so and then he’s pushing inside you. Your breath hitches, toes already starting curl at just how good it is. The stretch is nothing short of perfect, and when he pulls his hips back as if to test the waters, the drag makes you shiver in anticipation.

Apparently satisfied, Soshiro grips the backs of your knees and shoves them towards your chest, folding you into a mating press. He shifts his weight, readjusts his knees and you hold his forearms to ground yourself. You throw your head backwards, crying out his name loudly when he starts to fuck you in earnest.

Soshiro laughs breathlessly as you beg him not to stop, sweat beading on his temple and rolling down to his jaw.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not stopping until you’re limping out of here.” The threat has your pussy fluttering, and Soshiro whines at the sensation, curling his hips the next time he thrusts in.

You all but scream when his cock strikes your g-spot dead on, the ruthless motions of his hips jostling you and scratching your back against the rocks underneath you each time. You don’t even get the chance to warn him before you’re cumming so hard your vision whites out.

“Oh fuck yes. God baby just like that. Give it to me my sweet little mate, cum on my fucking cock.” Soshiro sounds on the edge of feral when he speaks, voice fucked out and breathy.

Soshiro’s knot starts to swell, begging to pop inside your pussy and he lets your legs fall to his lithe hips, sweaty fingers slipping against your skin as he grips your waist and tugs you back onto his cock as he pushes forward.

“Soshiro, baby, please give me your knot, let me fucking have it!” You beg desperately, dragging your nails along his forearms to leave angry pink lines. Soshiro’s cock twitches violently, and he leans down to shove his face into the crook of your neck with a husky moan, licking your scent gland.

“You’re going to look so cute swollen with my pups,” he says with a whine, snapping his hips shallowly yet urgently. You groan in agreement and wind your arms around his neck.

Soshiro pants hotly against your collarbone, breath hitching as he readjusts his grip on your hips and shoves his knot inside you. His cock twitches, stuffing you enough that some of his cum manages to sneak out past his knot.

Razor sharp teeth sink into your neck and you let out a wail so loud you wonder if every other wolf in the forest can hear and just know Soshiro is rearranging your guts. Your mates scent explodes and you’re delirious with the need to claim him, pushing roughly at his shoulders to get him to let go.

His jaw unclenches and you relish in the slick sensation of his teeth sliding free from your neck. You growl, grabbing the hair at the base of his skull and wrench his head back.

Soshiro complies with a whimper, your blood staining his lips and trickling down his chin. The sight drives you fucking insane and you tear into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Sweet vanilla honey bursts across your tongue when you pierce his mating gland, and the metallic tinge of blood doesn’t deter you in the slightest.

Your mate squirms in your punishing grip, and you growl harshly, clamping down harder. He whines long and low, nails sinking into the dirt next to your head.

When the wolf in the back of your mind is truly satiated, you release Soshiro and he gasps, cock kicking inside you again. Your head falls back to the ground, chest heaving as you try to calm down, each one of your senses on high alert. Soshiro snakes his arms under your back, holding you close as he rolls the two of you until you can relax on his chest.

You go willingly, straddling his waist and pressing your face into his throat with a deep inhale. His scent is now a mixture of the two of yours. Your purr, slipping your arms around his neck and he sighs happily. The two of you bask in the high you’re on, slowly coming back down to earth when Soshiro speaks abruptly.

“Thank you.” You raise your head up to peer down at him curiously. “For saving me, I mean. I’m not sure if I ever said so, but I’m grateful it was you by my side while I recovered,” he says sincerely.

Affection blooms in your chest. “I should be thanking you. I thought I would never find a worthy mate, but when you showed up I knew I was lucky.”

Soshiro giggles. “I think that should be the other way around. I’m the lucky one. I love you though, you know that right?”

The grin you wear splits your face apart. “I love you too Soshiro. You’re stuck with me forever now though, you know that right?”

He strains his neck to reach up and plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’m aware, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[ohbo-ohno]

I was thinking, so you know how older dogs help train puppies? I'm imagining that with Soap and their pet

Simon teaches lessons and Soap reinforces them. He shows their puppy how to behave and what Simon expects of them. He teaches her boundaries (to respect his and Simon's, they're pushy with her boundaries since she's at the bottom of the pack) and to not bark too much or the muzzle will come out. He overall acts as a guide for her.

Which should make things easier for her since he never had that. But she's a little hardheaded, frequently getting too barky (demanding to be let go, she's not a pet) and rough with her bites (sometimes literally), so Soap is allowed to growl and bite her back (usually literally), reminding her of her place.

She'll shrink into herself as if tucking a tail between her legs. Sometimes Soap makes her show her belly to him, paws up, in a show of submission.

Simon stays back for the most part unless he truly needs to step in for discipline. Maybe Soap was a little harsh when trying to teach her, or maybe their stubborn puppy needs a firmer hand.

- 🥍

i got this ask like 6 hours ago and it's haunted me ever since. lacrosse you've changed me i love this

ghost letting johnny train his new puppy oh i am SICK!!!!!!! soap is sososo excited to have a puppy of his own, of course he'll teach her how to be good <3 it's what good dogs do!!!!

i saw this tweet once that was something along the lines of "soap is patting ghost on the back so much in the game because he wants ghost to pat him back. like 'see!! now you try!!!' and just waiting for pets" and it has the same vibes as this. johnny constantly behaving very overly puppy like and pushing and shoving at you until you do the same. he forces you to your back and rubs your tummy like see! it feels good! me now

johnny gets to break rules and get a less severe punishment, too! he's supposed to show her what happens when you're bad, so ghost isn't nearly as rough with him as usual when he breaks rules as a demonstration. he's kinda being told to be bad instead of actually being bad, so he gets off lighter. very very fun time for johnny

they think she's hardheaded, really she's just stubborn <3 she is not going to give in and crawl for these assholes so easily, fuck you very much. but to them (to johnny at least) she's just being a stupid little puppy who doesn't understand commands.

she snaps at johnny and he really bites her, gets her backing down and submitting nice and quick. satisfies that deep part of johnny that wants be on top

the hardest part for her is getting over punishments/being scolded. johnny gets in trouble and bounces back as soon as it's over, goes right back to behaving all happy-go-lucky. but she has a really hard time getting over being pinned to the ground and growled at, it freaks her out - especially simon's punishments, which are almost always sexual or painful. she'll sulk the rest of the day

means she gets lots and lots of love after though <3 if simon punishes her and she crawls off all pouty and sad, johnny will draw her right up into his arms and cuddle her close until she stops struggling to get away from him, maybe play a little if he can draw her in. if johnny pins her to the ground and puts her back in her place, simon will comfort her with some pets, maybe a few treats if she's been good lately. she's supposed to take the punishments as lessons, not reasons to be pouty and angry all day

but i think you're right, overall simon lets his pup teach her how to be a pup too <3 as long as johnny doesn't start getting too full of himself, doesn't start forgetting his own place, he can keep training his new little friend

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Twisted Gif Set: Breeding: 7 [A]

Keyleth goes into heat during one of her Wild Shapes and goes back to her normal form incredibly horny. Thankfully, she knows a certain Werewolf Doctor who's more than willing to help her with that predicament~

[Breeding, knotting, flirting if you wanna and biting]

Breeding: 7A

"You know, Keyleth~" Alexander murmured with a low groan, "There are other ways to remedy this~ not that I'm complaining~"

The redheaded druid groaned with desire, nodding to his words but otherwise not stopping as her hips rolled. "Perhaps~ but are there any that leave us both feeling this good~?" she mused, and smirked back over her shoulder to him, grinding herself back against the massive cock she felt plunging deep into her folds. A cock that made her body tremble with want every time she forced it deeper in.

The wolf man growled a bit and let a smirk spread across his muzzle. "No, I suppose not~" he murmured, and reached around to cup one of her sizable breasts, his claws slightly sinking into the soft doughiness—not enough to pierce, but enough to coax a louder moan from his rider. "Still, if you wanted to be fucked, you didn't need to go through all this trouble~ you know that~"

"But where's the fun in that~?"

Her question coaxed a low bark of amusement from the werewolf, and he growled as he bucked his hips hard up into her. This wasn't the first time that he'd helped the Ashari leader through a post-Wild Shape heat—by his count, it was probably a dozen now that she'd called his aid for. After the third, it had begun to be clear to him that these were no longer accidents—not that he had any complaints, if it meant having such a shapely beauty riding his cock so often.

"Fair~" he finally replied, and his other hand moved to wrap around her slender neck, tilting her head back as he leaned in close—his snout almost brushing against her lips in a kiss before he growled low. "But if you want it so bad, you could just ask~ and then I could pin you down and fuck you whenever we want~"

Keyleth blushed at the gruffer tone, before a sharp gasp escaped her—instead of responding, her hips fell hard into his lap, and she felt the shape of his knot suddenly sink hard into her folds, her hips jerking as she felt every inch of his cock suddenly inside her again. She groaned, whining and moaning with desire—and as if possessed by a beast all her own, the busty redhead began riding him harder, faster, her moans filling her small home as she gave in to her lusts even more.

Her doctor could only huff and growl in reply, shaking his head as he let her continue. Perhaps next time, he'd get her to confess at last.

[spaceumbredoggos]

Okay. I am on a roll.

Chapter Six (They don’t know what we’ve been through. They don’t know about me and you.)

Kenz’s POV:

I raced through the forest, panting heavily in my cat form. I was pinned down before I knew it by a golden tabby tom with one eye. “Think you can just escape me that easily?”

Bill. I gritted my teeth as I sat down, transforming back into my human form. Bill transformed into his triangular form as I sighed. “No one has to know about us.” 

“But it was an awfully close call when Holly interrupted our little song and dance.” Bill wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I averted my gaze. “I mean the evidence is sorta everywhere. I’m surprised they haven’t figured it out sooner.”

“You should’ve destroyed it when you had the chance.” Bill pinned me down and started to lick my neck. I purred as he started to get handsy. “Bill. Please don’t do this right now. It’s hard enough blocking one sibling out of my mind. I can’t block Holly out.” I whimpered, somewhat leaning into Bill’s touch. My heart snapped in half as I knew what Bill was doing to me, but I was powerless to stop it. 

“I need you to get a little something for me.” Bill held my chin and forced me to look at him. “I’m on thin ice as it is. I can’t trust anyone.” I hissed, trying to break free of Bill’s touch as I started to snap out of his little trance. Bill was not thrilled by my little act of defiance, as he pinned me down by my throat. I squirmed as Bill tightened his grip. “You’ve been letting me in all this time. What changed, Nightshade?”I opened my mouth to speak, only for Bill’s grip to tighten. “Just let me in and I’ll handle this. Then we can go back to how it used to be. I have a nice little cult at the edge of town waiting for your arrival. They’d happily take you in as my little vessel. With your shapeshifting powers, you can start off my new line of freaks. Who needs my henchmaniacs when I’ve got you?” Bill leaned in close as I tried to squirm away from him. Bill pinched hard, trying to yank my mindscape form out of my body by force. “I won’t let you in.” I growled.

“You’re not exactly in any position to be refusing any of my demands.” Bill gripped at my throat tight enough for me to cough. He pressed his fingers on the wound on and around my eye, causing me to shout in pain. 

The pain got me to wake up just in time. No longer was there the urge to bite random things. I took my muzzle off and got out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room. I rushed out onto the roof in the middle of the night. I grabbed onto a couple of sticks and started to angrily snap them in half. I chucked the sticks off the roof and transformed into an australian cattle dog mix. I barked loudly in frustration, digging my claws into the wood extremely loudly. Having a little barky fit, Zie Zie? 

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!” I transformed into a fearsome hellhound and snapped my jaws in the air. I fell off the roof and onto the Mystery Shack parking lot, landing flat on my face. I heard foot steps as Holly rushed out with a cigarette. “Need help?” 

Has her demeanor changed? I gritted my teeth and shook my head. “Yeah ya do.” Holly helped me to my feet and lit her cigarette by summoning fire from her hands. “Want one?” The offer was tempting. I nodded, taking a drawl in only to sputter coughing and barking. I transformed back into my human form and took another drawl of the cigarette eagerly. The nicotine seemed to block Bill out of my mind and keep me awake.

“Crazy night?” Holly asked as I nodded. “You don’t know the half of it.” I gritted my teeth, chewing on the cigarette and swallowing the tobacco leaves. Holly blinked as I took her box of cigarettes and ate them one by one. “You’re supposed to smoke them.”

“I find it more effective if I eat them.” I sniffed the air and grabbed Holly’s vape pen. I took the pod out and drank the juice, then coiled at the taste. “Eww. Banana.”

“Is it that easy to give you a nicotine addiction?” Holly sounded genuinely concerned as I went inside and grabbed one of Stan’s cigars. I figured out easily how to summon fire from my hands to light it. I took a long puff and instantly started to mellow out, my mind at ease. “Stan’s not gonna be thrilled when he finds out you stole one of his expensive cigars.”

“What’s he gonna do?” I let some of the ash fall on my forearms to cause a burning sensation. “Hey!!! Cut that out!!!”

“It’s the only thing I want to feel!!!” I tried to take another puff, but Holly extinguished the cigar and threw it in the trash. “Gimme dat!!!” I rushed over towards the trash can only for Holly to hold me back. “WHAT THE FUCK HOLLY?!!!”

“I’m sorry, but if I knew i would give you a crippling nicotine addiction, I wouldn’t have offered the cigarettes.” Holly dryly remarked as I fished the cigar out of the trash and lit it up again. This time, I accidentally set my hand on fire. It didn’t hurt as I put it out in my shirt. I sucked in a puff of the cigar, drowning Bill’s voice from my head. Maybe I should take my meds. I shook my head at the thought. Later. I need to finish this cigar. 

Why are you waiting to take your meds? I jolted at hearing Holly’s voice in my head. Because I need to finish this cigar, dumbass. I licked the flames of the cigar. You’re gonna set yourself on fire. 

So? I sucked in another huff of the cigar. Stan paid good money for those. Are you gonna smoke them all?

Can you stay out of my head for five minutes? I walked into the woods. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“On a walk!!! Giving myself a head start before Stan wakes up and decides to strangle me.” I kept the cigar in my mouth and trotted off into the woods. The scents of the forest were drowned out by the cigar in my mouth. I took another long puff as the tortoiseshell and white cat from before meowed loudly at me. “Smoke’s not good for cats.” I growled as I noticed three small kittens trailing behind the tortoiseshell she cat. “Oh. How adorable. Let me ignore them so that I don’t encourage their frustrating mewing. I’m more of a dog person.” I climbed up an oak tree and continued to smoke. The she cat hissed, pawing the cigar out of my hand. I leaped down to grab it before it set the woods on fire. “Be careful with that. Fire’s nothing to screw around with.” 

The she cat hissed and took the cigar out of my mouth. “Cats!!! I need that!!” But the she cat started digging in the dirt and buried the cigar in the ground. I dove down into the dirt, frantically digging at the ground to find the cigar but to no avail. “Why would you do that?” 

The she cat meowed at me, prompting me to follow her. “Forget it! I’m going on my walk. I don’t need some stuck up her ass sister or wholesome pie baking brother to chase me down.” I frantically sniffed around the woods for someone with cigarettes on them. The she cat hissed loudly, knowing what I was doing. She leaped onto me and pinned me down. “What?” I tried to get up, but the she cat’s grip was firm. “What is your problem? You hate humans. You have the earthy scent of the wild all over you and your kits. What do you have to gain from twolegs?” 

“What do you have to gain from being away from them?” I jolted at the she cat’s words. Can Holly and Atlas talk to animals? I transformed into my black cat form and hissed, trying to get out from underneath the she cat. “I don’t need some mamma cat to tell me what to do.”

“You squeal worse than us.” The small tortoiseshell tom kit mewed as I flattened my ears to the sides of my face. “Like it or not, you’re our new littermate.” The pale brown she kit was nibbling on my ears. “I can’t be your littermate. I’m not even fully a cat!! I must be going insane if cats speak to me.”

“Atlas and Holly can speak animal. We just choose to ignore them.” The dark brown tom kit was batting at my tail. “Control your kits!!”

“My kits are fine.” The mother purred as she gripped me by my scruff. “Augh!!! Why can’t I move? Let me go!!! I need cigarettes!!”

“You need to get to know your siblings.” The tortoiseshell and white tom kit mewed. “What are your names anyways? Mabel never told me.”

“My name is Maple.” The mother purred, dragging me across the woods. “Is that what Mabel named you?”

“I chose my name. Twolegs can’t name me or my kits. I merely coexist with them for free food and a place to stay. Then you came along.” Maple brought me inside the mystery shack to her cat tree, Her kits play fighting. “What are you gonna do when your kits are adopted out?”

“Those lousy twolegs can’t place us anywhere.” The pale brown she kit mewed. “But you have to find a home. You’re fosters. Mabel can’t hold onto you forever.”

“That’s where you come in.” The dark brown tom kit brought me one of my frog plushies. “Hey!!! Give Sir Froggerton back!!!”

“Larch, can you give your sibling their toy back?” Maple nudged her troublesome son. “Aren’t toys just for twoleg kits and loser twolegs?”

“I’m not a loser.” I hissed as Maple started to groom my pelt. “And I prefer showers and baths.”

“You need to open up to Holly and Atlas about what’s going on.” Maple snipped a tick out of my pelt. “No!!! No one needs to know.”

“That you pride yourself as some sort of savior when in reality, you’re some demon’s little toy?’ Maple grabbed me by the scruff and brought me into the bathroom. “Can you transform into your twoleg form and turn on this waterfall thing? All my kits, especially you, need a proper bath.”

“I am only bathing myself. And when twolegs take a bath, they prefer to have privacy. We don’t groom ourselves in groups.” I hissed, but Maple insisted that I bathe the kits as well. “I thought cats hate water.”

“Turn it on!!! Turn it on!!” the small tortoiseshell and white tom kit begged. “What Patch said.” The pale brown she kit mewed. “I’m not turning on the shower and bathing with a bunch of kittens. It’s unsanitary. I don’t want to smell like cat.”

“Kenz, what’s going on in there?” Holly shouted. 

“Nothing!!!”

“You discovered you can talk to animals, didn’t you?” Holly barged into the bathroom chuckling. “Holly. I already sound like I need a grippy sock vacation.”

“What’s that?” The pale brown she kit asked, causing Holly to almost keel over laughing. “Holly. Meet my new adoptive cat family that decided to kidnap me. No, Mabel isn’t able to adopt these fosters out because they will leave dead mice in her pillows if she does.”

“Aww Kenz. This is priceless. You may be a meanie mcmeanie pants, but kittens and mamma cats love you soooo much!!!” Holly was gushing at my expense. “Fuck you!!! Fuck all of you!!!”

“Fuck.”

“What does ‘fuck’ mean?” 

“‘Fuck’ sounds fun.”

“Let’s say it more!!”

“Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck!!!” The kits started shouting “ FUCK!!!” at the top of their lungs as Holly was holding her sides with laughter. Maple tilted her head. “Okay. What does ‘Fuck’ mean? It can’t mean anything good. Please don’t teach your siblings to say that.”

“Fuck means…” I averted my gaze. “Can all of you just get out? I don’t need talking cats and annoying sisters to watch me bathe,”

“Fine. But we will be back. You will teach us the meaning of that word.” Maple grabbed her kits and left the bathroom as I turned to turn on the shower. Holly leaned against the wall. “Do you mind? I need to wash the cat scent off me.”

“You’re not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

“About what?” I growled, turning off the shower. “About who you are!! Why you’re so fucking grumpy all the time. Why you decided that you needed the dose of nicotine to put down a sumo wrestler. And what’s going on in your mind, okay? Who was that triangle weirdo? You think about him all the time. And what happened to his voice? It sounds like he burned or something. You have some serious emotional baggage. How do you hold Atlas out of your mind? Is it you holding him out of your mind?”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I didn’t grow up knowing my parents probably didn’t want me. I’m sorry I grew up knowing I was such a burden to society and that I’ll never live up to expectations of a capitalist society.” I gritted my teeth. “Meanwhile you got it all figured out. Live with our brother in a strange town. Live in the shadows of a broken society that fails you over and over again. ‘OH. I’m Holly and I had life handed to me on a silver platter by a God who can’t bring it into his heart to execute a known criminal who grooms humans and fucks society up from the dawn of time.” I turned away, sipping on some water. “You never had to lose anything ever in your life. And you think you can just come out of nowhere and tell me what to reveal and how I should help myself. If it weren’t for the fact that my shapeshifting makes me so fucking tired and my magic is so fragmented, I would--”

“Would what? Fillet my skin to frighten the coyotes? Yeah. That would go over very well. How about instead of avoiding your problems by dying your hair a different color every week, you tell us what’s happening so we can help you.” Holly growled.

Tell her? She doesn’t need to know. No one has to know. 

“Know what? What are you so afraid of? It’s not like you have anything left to lose. I’ll find out eventually.” Holly turned around to leave. 

“What would you do if you found out that your sibling is being stalked by a monster?”

“IS this a trick question? Tell Ford of course.” Holly sighed.

“Right right. Like he’s the most rational human being. So what if he has dealt with the supernatural. What is he, your daddy?” I gritted my teeth. “You don’t need anyone to be your parents. Grown ups just tell you what to do and say. Grown ups stick sharp needles with drugs into you. Grown ups jsut shove you aside like you’re some feral animal that needs to be caged. No one will ever know what’s best for me except for me.”

“Who failed you to make you this way?” Holly’s gaze was filled with worry. “Everyone? And they’ll fail you too. I’ll fail you. Like I fail everybody. I’m just a perpetual failure. Now will you just leave me alone?” I growled, but Holly didn’t budge. “You’re hurt. You’re lost.”

“Ford doesn’t need another mouth to feed. He doesn’t even care about you.” I turned the shower back on. “Maybe he doesn’t. But I know the rest of the Pines do, so he will by default.” 

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP IF YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SMART!!!!”

Atlas yawned loudly as he opened the bathroom door. “What? What’s going on? Why does it sound like a nest of pterodactyls in here? It’s three am.”

“Great. You woke Atlas up.” Holly grumbled.

“It’s just Atlas.” I turned swiftly away and got ready for the shower. “Now let me rinse off in peace.”

“Fine. Go fuck yourself. Enjoy your miserable life--”

“Holly, am I missing something?” Atlas tilted his head. “Gimme some fucking privacy or I swear to the Axolotl that--”

“Don’t bad mouth the Axolotl.” Atlas warned.

“Like he can do no wrong.” I swiftly closed the curtain and turned the shower on scalding. “Kenz. Maybe we can--”

I drowned Atlas out with Linkin Park’s “In the end.” “Sure. Hide in your Emo prison. Go make out with a triangle for the rest of your life. LEt him stick his tentacled cock all the way up your ass so that you’ll get a little sense into you. OR will you just scream ‘Daddy Ciphy.’ as you cum all over the goddamn bedsheets for us to wash. See if we care.” Holly threw her hands up and left the room. Atlas followed after Holly, sighing harshly in exhaustion. The less they know the better.

[bwoahtastic]

I actually somehow forgot about the wolves au!!

Little wolf Lando having too much energy and annoying everybody so they just have to lift him up the his scruff to carry him around. Running around in the mud and rain causing half of the pack to have a panic attack because he’s going to get ill so big wolf toto gets him back inside but he continues to try to sneak out before getting too tired. Nico play fighting with him as well where Lando gets so proud when he pins Nico (who obviously allowed Lando to do so) it was actually an adorable concept.

Nngggg yesss

Lando being a little demonnn and just zooming around and biting at paws and ankles, asking for attention but then zooming off already again because he is so easily distracted!!

And he loved mud and puddles which probably stresses Kevin out the most cos he is already dealing with short haired nico too dndjjd. Toto swooping in and carrying him back inside and Lando just yapping and growling at his Pack Alpha cos he was playing!! Don't interrupt play time!! But then Toto grooms him and as much as Lando wants to leave he just falls asleep😭🥺

Nsnxndnx you just know Lando would be so fucking proud when he has Nico pinned (although that's a big word, he is just standing on Nico's tummy while Nico is rumbling sweetly nxnd) and he is just barking at Charles and Max who instantly come over to nose him and lick his muzzle cos they are so proud of him!!

[ur-not-reddie]

Outsiders

a/n: hi :’))) i feel like i haven’t published any works in so long, so i’m really sorry if this isn’t the best. i’ve had the idea of werewolf richie for so long and i’m happy to be finally writing it! i also want to shout out @cr0wrichie for helping me with the idea and reading beta versions! you’re the best <3

*modern day au, early 20′s*

-

Richie and Eddie sit around the dimly lit, crackling campfire. It’s late, they’re both tired enough for bed, but Richie wants to check the perimeter one last time to make sure they’re safe. They’re deep in the woods, no other cabins or campsites anywhere near. Richie walks around the backside of the cabin, shifting into wolf form before coming back into Eddie’s view. Eddie smiles as Richie walks up to him, petting his thick, coarse, black fur. Richie leans his forehead against Eddie’s - communicating telepathically. 

‘I’ll be back, just stay here.’ Richie’s thoughts pour into Eddie’s mind. 

“Okay,” Eddie says with a soft hum. Richie gives a gentle lick to Eddie’s cheek before trotting off into the distance. Eddie sighs with a soft smile playing on his lips. 

Eddie sits back down in the chair, watching the fire as it slowly dies. He grabs his book that’s sat in the chair next to him - he’s so close to finishing it. He’s about to get completely immersed when he hears a twig snap in the distance. He looks up, completely alert and aware now. His eyes scan the nearly pitch black woods as best he can. He decides to shrug it off after a moment of silence and turning his attention back to his book. Not even a few minutes later, Eddie hears more twigs snap and bushes being brushed against. 

“R-Richie?” Eddie asks hesitantly as he hears footsteps creep closer and closer to him. “Richie?” he asks a little louder, squinting his eyes in hopes he can see clearer. Eddie then hears a low, grumbling growl - glowing, golden eyes in the distance. 

Eddie’s frozen in place. He knows the wolf isn’t Richie as Richie has blood red eyes and a louder, more baritone growl. The honey-eyed wolf is now in full view, his matted fur resembling a chestnut brown. Eddie’s pupils grow wide as he sees two more wolves, white and gray, closely trailing behind. 

‘Fuck, oh, fuck!’ Eddie panics in his head. He so badly wants to call out to Richie, but he can only hear him when they’re connected. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants to run away - anything! The wolf in front lunges slightly at Eddie, letting out a nasty, spit-flying bark. ‘Richie please!’ Eddie yells in his head, knowing it’s absolutely useless. 

Richie sniffs around the border of where they’re residing, finding no activity in sight - not the hoot of owls which Richie finds odd. Richie stops dead in his tracks, knowing that something is off, he can feel it. He turns around and sprints back to the cabin and Eddie. He’s nearly there when he smells scents of outsiders in their area. Richie pushes his legs to go faster, rounding the corner as he spots Eddie being threatened by beta’s. 

Richie snarls, nearly roaring as he leaps onto the wolf in front, biting at his neck and slamming him onto the torn-up ground. Richie has him pinned for a good few seconds, biting anywhere he can, causing major wounds. The other gets loose from under Richie, getting at his back and sides. Richie lets out a screeching, howly-bark of pain and backs himself up. He manages to shield Eddie as he comes face to face with the small pack. 

Richie doesn’t hesitate, running back up, grabbing him by the neck again. He then ends up grabbing the other in between his shoulder blades, nearly scruffing him. The grip in his mouth is crushingly tight, thrashing his head back and forth until the other wolf flies out of his mouth and collides into the trees. The injured, brown wolf manages to make it back to his feet, trying his best to limp after his friends who are long gone. Richie barks and snaps at his heels, chasing him deep into the woods before deciding to let him go. He watches him fade into the distance before trotting over to Eddie. 

Richie whines, licking away Eddie’s tears as he rests his head against his boyfriends. ‘Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?’ Eddie sighs happily, finding Richie’s worried thoughts strangely comforting. ‘Talk to me,’ Richie gives more soft kisses to Eddie’s face. 

“I don’t know what happened...” Eddie sniffs. “It all happened so fast! I-” Eddie is cut off by his own cries. Richie whines again, resting his head against Eddie’s small shoulder, pulling him close. Eddie wraps his small arms around Richie’s large neck, petting his soft fur when he feels something wet and sticky. Eddie pulls his hand away, realizing it’s blood. 

“Richie, you’re bleeding.” Eddie says quietly with much concern. 

‘I’m fine,’ Richie nuzzles against Eddie’s cheek. 

“No, you’re not!” Eddie frowns, holding Richie’s fur gently, trying to lead him inside. Richie pulls back, getting behind Eddie and pushing him playfully with his muzzle. Eddie whips around in a frustrated manner. “Richie, stop it! Now’s not the time!” Eddie tries to grab at Richie again only for Richie to jump back, play-bowing. Eddie groans, stomping his feet. 

Richie runs circles around Eddie, finding humor in Eddie trying to catch him. Richie prances about, panting happily as he dodges Eddie’s attempts every time. He starts to run another lap around Eddie only for him to back up and stumble over the chair, falling flat on his face and tumbling over. Richie lays there, looking at Eddie as he tries to play it off. 

“You are such a stubborn idiot!” Eddie rolls his eyes as a slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He’ll admit, he does find Richie quite adorable. “Just come inside,” he says, much more calmly. Richie looks up as he sniffs at the air. There’s nothing to smell, not even a gust of wind pushing scents through the earth - it’s a distraction method. “Richie!” Eddie snaps again. Richie’s red eyes meet Eddie’s human ones and starts to wag his tail slightly. “Do not!” Eddie glares harshly. 

Richie lets out a yawn, standing up on all fours, giving himself a small shake as he walks up to Eddie. Eddie falls behind as he playfully slaps Richie’s hind-end. Richie yelps, jumping as he turns to look at him, grumbling. 

“Oh, you big baby!” Eddie snickers, shaking his head. “Get inside,” Richie exhales in annoyance before walking inside. Luckily the two have arranged their somewhat small home to fit a 7 foot wolf inside. Richie sits in the living room as Eddie goes to grab the proper medical supplies. “You should probably shift back, it’ll be easier to clean them that way.” Eddie says as he appears with the first-aid kit. 

‘No,’ Richie communicates as he leans his head back against Eddie’s. 

“What? Why? Richie, it’ll-”

‘I want to make sure we’re safe,’ Richie leans in more. ‘If I shift back and something happens during the night, it could potentially be more dangerous’. Eddie can sense the hurt in Richie’s thoughts, deciding to give a gentle kiss on his nose. ‘I love you,’ Richie cuddles a little too hard, pushing Eddie down. 

“I love you too,” Eddie giggles as he sits back up. “Now hold still, it won’t hurt as bad.” Eddie explains as he cleans Richie’s wounds. 

[darkpoisonouslove]

Prey on the Heart

Summary: Valtor is on the hunt when his hound makes an unexpected discovery - Griffin is on the premises and defenseless against his rage over her betrayal. Valtor has to decide what catch he’s after - her head or their love. AU.

CW: Blood, dog bites, injury neglect, non-graphic violence and sex

This has been an outlined idea for almost 11 months. It was supposed to be an entry for Whumptober last year but I managed to turn it back into romance instead of torture somehow. I never got around to writing it unti today the universe conspired to bring it into existence and I am so happy to have finally finished it!

Love Again by Dua Lipa is giving me feels for this AU so give it a listen if you want.

The tufts of yellowed grass barely rustled under his feet as he followed the hound south. A little further and they'd leave the borders of the Coven's estate for the uninhabitable wasteland his mothers hadn't bothered to purchase even at the low cost of Obsidian land.

The rainless summer had left the otherwise infertile ground dry and cracked, no prints marring it's hardened surface. The hound was relying purely on her animal instincts and despite the boost from his magic, his senses couldn't catch up. He was barely keeping up with Violet herself glancing around for a trace on the foliage of what she'd sniffed.

He caught a strangled scream without the need to strain his ears. It was loud and clear despite the attempt to muffle it. He'd thought it was an animal the hound had shot after but that scream... It was a human voice. A familiar voice.

He followed the sound, steps hurried and heavy on the ground to chase away any game in the vicinity but he'd have his prize regardless. Unless he was dreaming or under one of mother Lysslis' illusion spells.

He called the dog back to lead him to where she'd left her victim. He'd seen Violet do her thing under Lysslis' training. Whenever she got her teeth into something, it wasn't getting away before she let go. And it wasn't getting away after that either.

Violet's teeth had a wet red tint to them, muzzle damp with blood and saliva as her nostrils expanded voraciously with every breath from the heavy copper smell. She circled him frantically and dashed forward only to run back to him in an attempt to prompt him to catch up with her speed. At least she was happy with her find.

An unusual circle of trees formed a perfectly lined up clearing in the forest. Stepping inside it left him face to face with a lone tree in the middle that was keeled over and charred. It must have been stricken by a lightning but its sturdy, forked roots had grounded it deep in the soil to make it the only thing standing in the clearing.

Leaning on the other side of it, partially concealed by its thick trunk, was none other than Griffin. Her hands trembled as she tightened the knot on the bandage she'd wrapped around her bleeding calf. She hissed when the dirty rag she'd torn from the hemline of her tattered and muddied dress constricted the tender wound Violet had left in her wake. And to think Griffin had been the one who'd gifted him the hound when she'd still been a pup that had fit in the palm of his hand. Valtor had even named her after Griffin, the striking shade of her hair coloring everything from his sketches to the very dreams his subconscious concocted. If she hadn't left so soon after presenting him with the puppy, Violet may have remembered her scent. Not that that would have given her a chance against Lysslis' conditioning of all hunting dogs, including Valtor's personal hound.

Griffin's eyes pinned the hound where it was pacing from one side to another behind Valtor's legs with her tail wagging and her labored breaths filling the silence of his own lungs. The sight of him had Griffin's whole body tensing as her hands hit the tree bark behind her back and she scrambled to her feet.

Her movements were lagging from the pain and panic dripping from her hunched form. Her hair fell down her back matted with red where she'd brushed it back with bloodied hands. Large chunks of unrefined obsidian crystals were strapped to her wrists with clumsy threads of silver into bracelets that ran up her arms under her sleeves.

She'd made those herself–in a hurry–her magic pulling the crystals and metal straight from the core of the planet. They would have impeded any other witch considering his own mothers' magic was notably subdued by the large deposits of obsidian under the planet's surface but not her. Crystals were one of her areas of expertise–and the reason why she'd walked into his life–yet even her knowledge had failed her along with her luck. She'd made it to the very edge of the territory controlled and owned by the Coven under the protection of the black crystals she'd adorned herself with to ward off dark magic but still not far enough.

It had been fear cutting off her magic to prevent her from fashioning herself a bandage the way she'd crafted her protection charms. Her golden eyes were wide like pits of inextinguishable fire and her chest wasn't moving to push the ample cleavage her dress left exposed into the forefront of his mind. She'd had an easier time drawing breath with the weight of his head nestled over her ribcage, over her heart beating steadily with the promise of her presence.

Valtor's step forward echoed like a gunshot in her body. Her back pressed into the tree, muscles pulled taut with compressed energy readying her to pounce.

"Run." His first word to her. He could have lost a bet that it would be a vile curse in a lost language only she could understand. "I dare you." She'd turned her back and left unprompted. If she still abode by that logic, then she'd have to stay.

Griffin swallowed. "You're going to hunt me down like an animal?" Her teeth gritted as she strained against her eyes slipping from his form.

His fingers clenched to white around the cold metal of his shotgun. Her jaw would have been dust in his grip where he wanted it to tip her head back and pin her gaze with his. She'd forced him to endure far greater pain being the one left behind. She hadn't earned the right to writhe and scream in agony.

"Violet here is an animal," he extended his hand and the hound pressed her head into his open palm. She always obeyed his calls, never running off where she wouldn't hear him and come back. "She is loyal and dependable which is more than I can say about you." He may have named the dog after Griffin but he'd raised Violet to never follow in her footsteps.

"So I am less than an animal to you, too?" Her gaze darted to the dog and back – to the piece of herself she hadn't stolen from him.

Valtor frowned, hand stilling between Violet's ears to make her rub it in his fingers insistently. He ignored her.

"What do you mean to me too?" Once again Griffin took precedence. Over his hunt, over his dog, over his own heart. Only his stomach sank from the prediction of what he'd hear from her mouth.

"You think I came here on a picnic with only the dress on my back?" Griffin stood steady on her feet, her tenacious nature breathing life into a smirk he had to bite back.

He hadn't given thought to the circumstances of their meeting. Her aching form in front of his eyes was everything. One blink and she'd melt away, swept up into another one of the portals the locations of which she was best at estimating. Indeed her presence on top of her disheveled state posed multiple questions he hadn't paid mind to. He was making it too easy for her to deceive him again.

"Your mothers chased me down and electrocuted me to the point of nearly frying my organs," her arms crossed over her belly to raise alarms in his head. If anything gave him the strength to best mother Tharma, it would be the rage over touching what was his. Griffin was a central part of that even if revenge was all that was left between them. That and the truth she spoke. "They kept me locked up for weeks in a tiny shoe box where I couldn't even stand up straight and only let me out last night. Right as darkness fell for me to read on the star-filled sky that it was the first day of hunting season."

There was disdain in her voice instead of the fear everyone else held for the way his mothers took beauty and strength and twisted it into despair. They had taken her love of astronomy and turned it into the herald of her death sentence. Just like they'd repopulated the area around their estate with hunting game only to have their fill of murdering unsuspecting animals.

Griffin's eyes burned so fiercely he half expected the tree behind her to catch fire. "They let me out to be your prey." And she'd dashed for the quickest route out of there. She hadn't come back for him.

"You betrayed me."

Violet sat down on her hind legs, body taut like a string and tail beating harshly into the dust. She would leap at the smallest shift in him.

Griffin was like a rock in front of him. His fire wouldn't touch her and his bullets would bounce back at him. "They are enslaving people and I didn't know I was helping them."

He hadn't told her. All he could have given her had been the illusion of a choice. She never would've picked him if he'd let his mothers force her to lay the world at their feet. It had been the only chance the two of them had had to be together.

"I had to put an end to it."

"You betrayed me!" Valtor raised the shotgun, his hands shaking too violently to aim it more precisely than just in Griffin's general direction as he stalked closer. Violet was growling on his left to keep his flank safe. "I gave you my everything. You were all I had and you left!"

All the riches flowing into Obsidian under his mothers' direction and Griffin's accurate calculations of opening portals to other planets were resources for the Coven's needs, not for his personal use. He wasn't even allowed in certain rooms of the mansion. The magic in his very veins had been embedded there by his mothers' efforts and lessons. Griffin had been the one building a little home with him in the room they'd come to share, she'd been the one putting a heartbeat in his palms only to leave him clutching empty sheets with a cold blade sticking out of his chest.

"Bursting your heart into atoms is exactly what you deserve." He stalked closer, the cool barrel of his shotgun and Violet's razor-sharp teeth were his only defense. The obsidian on Griffin's wrists weakened his magic and the shine of her eyes had obliterated his resolve to chase her down even from his memories.

Griffin's eyes hardened, hands balling into fists. "If you're going to shoot me, do it!" she grabbed the shotgun and pressed it into her bare skin.

The force threw him off balance and he stumbled forward, pushing the stiff metal into her sternum while her breath invaded his mouth with their faces inches apart. "Do not. Tempt me," he growled, his fingers twitching from her audacity to wrap around her throat and force more breath from her.

"Do it!" Griffin was still gripping the shotgun close to her heaving chest unafraid of the fire that could burst from the contact. "I knew this–seeing you again–would be the end of me. But if taking the shot is what will take your pain away, then I'm ready to go. As long as it will let you live." Her eyes lost focus and her head lulled, a small smile tugging at her lips and his heartstrings as her gaze dropped to Violet.

The dog was pacing behind him to no reason or direction. Her nose was lowered into the dirt in defeat.

Valtor forced Griffin's head back with the barrel of his shotgun until their eyes were locked together. "Do you think I'm that dumb? That I'll believe you after all your lies?" He had to watch out for the hands. One wrong move and they'd be in his chest again. Or his would be in her hair under the clink of his forgotten shotgun to draw a moan out of her that would melt him in a puddle at her feet.

"It doesn't matter what you believe, what either one of us believes." Vulnerability was sealed in her eyes like they were amber preserving history. Bullets wouldn't work on them. Shattering them would only spill the truth of his own wrongdoings. "It will not change the fact that I love you." A gasp came – from him or from her. "You can cut me open and reach inside me to feel it if you need to. It will still be there once my heart has stopped. Not even the planet can absorb it."

His hands shook as the shotgun trailed back between her breasts. The dry ground would soak up her blood instead of water and the forest would claim her body but the energy pouring from her wouldn't disappear in the well in the planet's core. Obsidian absorbed negativity from all over the universe to cleanse it and Griffin had thought it fair to trade protection for resources borrowed from other planets when it had little to no of its own. But she was offering her life to him for nothing in return. She was offering the purity of her love and that wasn't something the planet could protect from or swallow.

Valtor licked his lips. His mouth watered in her proximity for her to plant her deception into it. Yet his tongue hardly moved with his words in the breeze her breath was on his taste buds. "You're playing mind games. This is nothing more than manipulation." She could be an inch from his face and hop into a portal to the other end of the universe in the blink of an eye. And he hadn't been able to follow despite the pull in his heart.

"Nothing's stopping you from pulling the trigger. Or taking your hunting knife and carving out my heart." The blade weighed on his chest from its secret pocket as her voice reverberated through him. "Go ahead! Eat it like I always knew you would. And once its in your system, so will be my love." Her hand slid down the barrel of the shotgun, her fingers bathing his in their heat. "It will be a part of you, flowing through your veins and making you mine forever. Death by your hand does not scare me. I'll never die inside you."

The metal burned in his hand. Or that was the love for her that had never gone out. Not even at the look of the vast blackness of the sky where she could have disappeared forever. "You know I won't-"

"I know you want to." Griffin's hand slipped on top of his, colder than the blade of his knife over his heart. "But you won't. You pull that trigger and you lose me forever. You're not going to cause yourself that pain. Not even after I ran away." Her skin was like stone grinding against his to chip away his resistance. She knew him to his selfish core. Having her love forever inside him where he wouldn't be able to touch it wouldn't be enough even if she wouldn't be able to leave again.

"How could you bring my heart back after you fled with it?" It was right there clasped between her teeth. A kiss would free it and tugging at it with all his might would rip it to shreds. It was a miracle Griffin hadn't chewed it to bits when Violet's teeth had sunk into her flesh.

"Because we belong to each other. With each other." Her heart trembled in her pulse point for him to see. "No portal between worlds can change that. Not the one that took me away and not the one that brought me back."

How could he kill her when simply hating her would pull her out of his arms? Taking a step back would make him crumble under his self-loathing. He couldn't be the one to take her away from himself. Not when she was right there like a vision. One only she could make come true.

"Would you have ever come back if my mothers hadn't dragged you here?"

"Does it matter?" her voice was like a gunshot in his ears, like the weapon in his hand had gone off pressed into his own chest rather than hers.

The metal clanked as it hit the ground where he threw it and a shot echoed through the forest on accident that had Violet barking frantically. It could have been Griffin's magic wringing the bullet from his shotgun to drop him dead – he didn't care. His fingers had the freedom to tangle in her purple tresses again and a moan greeted him on her lips when he pulled her to his mouth.

No. It didn't matter. It didn't matter what could have happened when she was in his arms, chest pressing into his with her ragged breaths. She returned his kisses, teeth sliding over his lips to mark her territory like her life depended on it although she could pick up his shotgun and leave a hole in his chest. All she had to do to get away with murder was part with several hairs and blink back the tears from having them torn away in his death grip. Yet, all she was grasping at were the lapels of his coat to hold him in the reach of her kisses. She was still giving him everything she had with the threat to her life gone. It was all the proof he could want.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he hoisted her against the tree. The bandage on her calf was wet with blood under his fingers but she was pulling him closer like she'd lost her mind to love and couldn't understand it was impossible to push herself into him more. Her magic would be no use for healing in her state and his would be no use at all.

Her skin was still soft despite the odd chilliness that had fallen over it and broke under his teeth on her collar bone to let him have her blood. Her wet flesh welcomed him as he entered her once he'd pulled all the fabric of her dress and underwear out of his way. His fingers dipped under her neckline to find her breast but brushed over dried mud instead. The rough surface of confusion threw him back into a questioning stare aimed at her.

"My chest was pierced by the Obsidian belladonna your mothers pushed me on." Obsidian threads from the land ran through the plant to claim each part of it and give it a crown of crystal-edged petals. The black crust was like a blade that cut through the flesh to release the poison of the belladonna directly into the bloodstream. Only Griffin's magic had saved her life from the toxins rushing from the roots to the petals of the plant. "The blood from the wound would draw the dog to me for sure in case my deep frozen state interfered with my scent." She didn't have to tell him it had been mother Belladonna's idea and magic to do all of that to her.

Valtor ran his hands over every inch of her in his reach. Her skin had remained cold after a full night of running. He had refrained form startling her with his magic but the heat of it passed from him into her to leave her body all his to claim with Belladonna's frost retreating from it. Griffin was burning now, hot moans dropping from her mouth with every thrust as she reached a hand under her dress to stroke them both further into the heights of pleasure. His open-mouthed kisses to her neck let him feel every breath and his tongue leaving a warm, wet trail over the column of her throat had her gasping. He'd cover her all in himself to erase the horror they'd been subjected to.

"We have to get you out of here." His mothers would finish the hunt themselves if he came back to the mansion without a trophy for their walls.

"Get the dog out of here." Griffin's voice wavered as she moved her palm under his shirt to brace herself on his abs. She let out a shuddering sigh, eyelids falling over the suns of his world. "We don't need public. She already saw enough." Griffin licked her lips, head falling back to thud against the tree trunk lightly with every push of his hips into her. Her back would be bruised with reminders of the movements they'd shared like they were one.

Valtor's whistle had Violet's attention and he sent her to keep the perimeter clear. His mothers wouldn't dirty their hands right away and she could hold her own against any other Coven member to buy him and Griffin time to talk.

He'd spend eternity watching Griffin's face scrunched up in concentration as she grabbed at her pleasure, hips matching his motions, but they had no more than a couple hours. "We need a plan."

Griffin knit her eyebrows at his interruption. "I had one right before they dragged me out of my life. I found a small island of pure amethyst orbiting an uninhabited planet." Energy currents turned all kinds of crystal structures into mini heavenly bodies. Someone with her talents had no trouble finding all the curiosities of space. "I was going to go there. Live on the planet and meditate on the island to clear my thoughts and overcome my grief." Amethyst was good for that. Just the shade of her hair cleansed his mind from agony to leave him clutching harder at the purple strands to keep them from slipping through his fingers.

"I wasn't dead." Abandoned but not dead. Not yet. He'd retreated into the dreams of a sky set ablaze in violet by a rising sun. They'd become his poison and his cure until she'd come back to put his heart back together.

Griffin's eyes snapped open, tears gleaming all over their gold. "I was dead to you."

"Not dead. Never dead." His fingers slid over the top of her breast to the wound she'd closed with mud to make her the one shivering. Her cold, lifeless body stuffed in his mind would force him apart at the seams.

"I was hoping there I would come up with a strategy for future action," Griffin continued to distract him. She rolled her hips into him and gave him a moan to ensure her success.

"Good." He leaned in to pant against her ear. "You continue according to plan then." His mothers would never look for her there. The only resource they'd ever pursued was human lives. His job had been to keep her distracted so she'd do the groundwork unknowingly.

"What about you?" He could hear her frowning over the pain of her nails digging into his abs.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed it harder into him so she'd be branded over his body. "I can't come. They'd put everything into finding us. It'd be more dangerous."

Griffin pushed her body flush against him, all of her weight falling on his muscles with her back barely brushing the tree. Her teeth were gliding over his neck but she pierced him with her voice instead. "You can't go back without my corpse."

He kissed her forcefully, tongue stuffing her mouth to trap the words there. They'd suffocate with no oxygen and Griffin yielded to him for a moment, pulling him closer until they were out of breath.

They fell back on the tree and a whimper was forced from her lips. Their mouths were just an inch away, breath mingling between them in perfect harmony. He had to be the one to speak first and keep the magic alive.

"You left once because there were people who needed help." Because he'd lied to her that that wasn't the case to keep her to himself. Her heart was bigger than his and he'd tried to cut it down in fear of the difference between them.

"Valtor-"

"I'm not losing you again." Because her heart was so big, he had a home. And she could give the same to others, too. "Once you have a plan, we end this once and for all and you'll never leave my side again." He had to let go of her hand to slip his fingers between her legs and drive her wild with his love for her.

Griffin was the one grabbing his wrist now. "I don't want to leave you with them again." Her fingers clasped his in a firm grip despite the trembling of her body. "They'll pay you back for not bringing their plan for us to fruition."

"They can't. Without you they need someone else to open portals for them." He'd picked up enough from the time they'd spent together to do that job without giving her perfect results. No one else could fill that role for his mothers' plan and the punishment for letting Griffin escape hadn't been nearly severe enough thanks to his usefulness. "You already gave me a weapon against them." He stroked his fingers over her arousal. It was only his place to be the source of her shaking. She deserved all the pleasure she could stand.

"I've made you a weapon for them," Griffin arched into his touch to escape the guilt she was trying to pile on herself.

Valtor thrust into her with all the vigor she'd given him to make her eyes roll in the back of her head and her thighs quiver around him. "They won't get to use me long but you're the only one who can find out how to stop them. You have to be protected." If his mothers wanted her dead instead of brainwashed and turning Obsidian into their empire of slavery, then she was dangerous enough to bring them down. "I'll come for you. Now come for me."

"Valtor."

It was not a scream of passion. It was an uttered love confession that made him weak in the knees. Supporting her was the only thing keeping him upright through his weakness. She was still bleeding – not just from her calf, but from her chest, too. If having his heart hadn't mended the wound he'd left on hers with his lies, he had to give her more. He had to send her away to heal so that the world could become a home for them again.

[hazard-and-friends]

it’s been a wild year.

a year ago, Hazard was 24 hours into his strict crate rest for heartworm treatment. he was completely zonked out but, three days later, was fed up with this lack of walks thing.

not-quite-a-year-ago (July 23rd), Jo and Penny moved in, and it was okay for a week, but then Penny got bored, left the kitchen cabinets, crossed the room on her own, and sent Hazard into a 4 hour meltdown that I could not cajole him out of. that night, I sobbed on Jo, trying to figure out if Hazard would ever be safe with Penny, let alone manage to survive the next two months.

I don’t want to understate how serious the situation was. when I posted, honestly and openly, in an aggressive dogs FB group, the prevailing advice was to return him sooner rather than later and that our odds of success were 50/50 at best. that one mistake would mean Penny’s death. Hazard’s behavior towards her was intense and enduring. he wanted, with 100% of his being, to charge towards her as fast as he could. none of us knew what would happen after that.

furthermore, heartworm treatment can be deadly. as the worms die, they are swept out of the heart. if the dog gets too agitated, the worm corpses can clog blood vessels and cause a blood clot. in particularly dire cases, this can lead to a heart attack or stroke.

we couldn’t give up though. I roped in a classmate who specializes in cat behavior for help with Penny’s side. we divided our 450 sq ft studio in half with baby gates--for 5 months. I spent hundreds on pheromone diffusers for both species, not to mention OTC calming supplements and 3 different prescriptions for Hazard. we set Hazard up for success as best we could. Jo spent evening after evening sitting on the floor in the kitchen so Penny wouldn’t come looking for her. I stopped feeding Hazard from a bowl entirely so that he would work for every bit of food and therefore, hopefully, have less energy for cat-chasing.

we put a towel over the gates to block view. (briefly there was a whole sheet pinned over the kitchen entry, but that failed almost immediately.) then we moved the gates around and fenced off the bedroom area. we spent more money on cat scratchers and toys. and even more money on dog puzzle feeders. I read everything on the internet about dog-cat socialization and began designing my own plan.

I trained Hazard at every opportunity. attention and engagement when Penny was being boring, but when she was being active, I turned to straight counterconditioning and eventually, a LAT style game where cat activity was the cue to look at me and receive a treat. we had several nights where the gates were opened and Hazard brought in, on leash and muzzled, for face-to-face practice.

at the end of September we had two breakthroughs: Hazard finished his heartworm treatment and I could start wearing him out properly (and did!), and he cornered a possum. on evening walks I liked to take him out on a long-line so he could direct the walk and do more sniffing. that evening, he turned a corner ahead of us and took off. I didn’t have a good grip on the lead and let go to avoid rope burn. he had found, pursued, and cornered a possum, who was pissed. he had every opportunity to bite. he did not. after a brief standoff, what he did do was playbow at the possum (who wasn’t interested), and then bark in frustration.

and so we had the answer we could never have otherwise known: Hazard has zero interest in killing. he has extreme interest in chasing, and so I describe him as high prey-drive, but it’s a very particular sort of prey drive.

this didn’t make him safe with Penny (chasing is still extremely stressful and potentially dangerous for both of them!) but it dramatically reduced the danger--and our stress levels.

that was September. in December we moved the gates to block Hazard from getting under the bed, so Penny had a safe place. shortly before moving at the end of January, we took the gates down entirely. post move, we spent a couple days blocking doorways with suitcases just to slow him down some. (thrilled to otherwise report that we have added 100 sq ft and an entire room to our lives.)

he still chases if she moves fast, but it’s less and less, and shorter and shorter. she did have to nail him a couple times, including once scratching his eye. I don’t take these lightly, but it’s been months since he really upset her, and equally long since she hurt him. (she will get mad and bite his skin, but he has so much skin. he doesn’t care.)

and then, in the last couple weeks, Penny has decided She Likes Dog Beds, Actually. which is fine, but then, so does Hazard. this photo isn’t entirely un-staged, I did encourage Hazard to lay down on the bed, but they’re both relaxed. they’re touching. Penny is purring. tonight Penny got so happy from her impromptu brushing that she flopped over and wiggled around on her back, right over Hazard’s feet. he couldn’t care less.

I’m crying. they’ve come so far.

[the-monkeies-girl]

7 with Koba? ❤️

*sobbing* He deserved so much better your honor.

7. Kissing scars. ( This guy needs more SOFT FICS ) These prompts were supposed to be like 500 words only so why the HELL is this so LONG. ( 1.9K Words. )

Dissatisfaction always left you reeling, bringing your knees together as you looked over at the Bonobo still tangled in his nest. You should know better, expecting anything more was just wishful thinking and would never garner you anything but a nasty fight with him. Drawing your bottom lip in, you chewed in it tentatively as you were swift to button your pants back up, trying to ignore the sticky disposition that rested between then and trying to ignore the pit in your stomach that yearned for more. Your pants had only been discarded a few minutes ago when Koba had your back pinned down to the nest he got to dwindle down in, the one you wanted nothing more than to linger in for more than he saw. You’d make it your own, selfishly entrailing your human scent all of his things to get him to say something snappy so you had a reason to argue again. Arms hooped through your jacket, the only top layer that was removed and you looked back at Koba, almost expecting him to say something about how slow you were at dressing and scattering like the wind… But he said nothing, your eyes narrowing in the dim light that was provided by a small fire pit near the corner left of the concave that he had made his own once the Colony was well established and human outsiders were no longer that substantial of a threat.

 There was a rise and fall to his shoulders, telling your instincts that it was okay to go and approach, even though you were well aware you could step back without a face. Fingers twitching at your zipper, you brought it near the base of your throat and slid your feet softly against the thickets of wood that helped suspend his nest in the air, the favored way of Apes as they liked to burrow in trees. Amply, your eyes rose as you looked at his face, tension wrought in your shoulders that he was going to bite at you for getting so close to him, for implying that you were allowed to stay in his space.

He… Tilting your head, you crouched down into a squatted position so you were face to face with him, almost entranced by how… Soft his face had gotten in the time it took you to stagger to your feet, Koba satisfied as always, usually primal in how he watched you re-dress, but now… His eyes were shut and there was a gentle pull of his breathing telling you that… He had fallen asleep.

The prominence of the wrinkles around his nose were almost flushed into oblivion, his mouth rested open as usual, a consequence of the shape of his teeth and protruding muzzle, eyes shut and eyelids fluttering almost in time with the crackling of the flames. Swallowing lightly, you shuffled your feet just a bit to get closer, your knees bumping into the edge of the nest and with the small rustle, you thought you were done for as panic soared through you. Koba--- did not stir, letting himself not be disturbed. You knew he was tired, the actions he set forth for your earlier actions were quite languid, and you even told him that it didn't need to happen that evening and he could beckon on you the next morning if he still wanted to have you then.

Koba, in all his stubbornness and always being an innate creature of habit, refused, snarling and barking that it was the custom he became used to after returning from missions and trips with Caesar and the council. He’d get his fill, carnal intent in brushing against you to get his scent in every crevice of you before he pushed you away knowing that you didn't garnered any pleasure from the encounter. The Bonobo was tired but still managed to do what he had always done and that rendered him into a fitless sleep, it appeared.

This… You tilted your head, bringing one of your hands up to hover barely above his face, near the pink spot of his mouth where a splattered looking scar encased nearly his entire muzzle, adjacent spots in color near his temple and the scar that ran down his eyes. Empathy ran through you thickly, resting in the back of your throat. You had never gotten the full details, just things in passing, things said to you by Caesar of what happened to him but all drew back to Humanity. Shame followed the previous emotion as you swallowed hard and looked at your own hand, mid-air above his face before attention was drawn to the harsh cutted and silver scar on the side of his neck that beat along with his heart. Human hands… Like your own did these things to him, left him a scarred Ape. 

Koba sleeping was a different experience and it left you almost selfish in the way your eyes tore into him. Just one minute you told yourself, that’s all you needed and you’d be satisfied for the rest of your life, your knees drawing in on themselves so you coiled into a tighter ball next to him in the nest, using the side of the twigs of branches as leverage as to not topple over completely. Taking from such a hardened disposition into one of vulnerability and encasing affection. You just wanted one minute.

Lingering, you let your gaze really sink into the scar that encased his neck and how terrible it must have felt against his skin, blotched with fur spots that were not as thick as others giving him the odd impression that he was somehow water-colored. Darker blacks shaded into lighter spots that would give way to the skin underneath with ease. Things you always noticed, but things you weren’t allowed to enjoy in the normalcy of everyday life of the Colony. Koba would rip your eyes off for even looking at him in public. 

The hardened beating of his heart caused the scar near his jugular to beat in time with the blood pouring through his body, your lips parting in curiosity of how it must feel under your fingers, something that Koba awake would never allow you to touch. All the way down to the scar on his right forearm, your hands only having graved it once or twice in the heat but he kept your hands away from innate disgust and only he was allowed to touch you. Feeling your skin burn on the spots of your hips that he had dug his hands into and caused all the air to leave your body at once, you dropped flat onto your knees and swallowed. You… Could touch the one on his arm. The ones on his face were too near to canines that were going to destroy you one day, a fleeting ideal that you had come to terms with as odd sensations of toleration turned into affection. 

Eyes piercing into the side of Koba’s expression for any minute movement, your hand trailed from its hovering above his face down the surprisingly delicate dip of his shoulders and collarbones and letting your fingers barely touch the coarse fur along the outer part of his bicep. The muscle below reacted to the scarceness of your touch, shifting itself before relaxing once again as you paused, frozen in acute fear that he was waking up. It felt impossible to stop yourself from panting, drawing your lips together and breathing heavily from your nose as you dripped down his body like the most slow moving tree sap of all time, hesitant and afraid of him, but all accepting that you needed this more and that outweighed the repercussions in your hazed mind. You could hear him in your mind scolding you for how immature you were to be driven by such stupid emotions such as ardent lust and pleasure from things that were not just physical, things he had been without for years upon years as he suffered at the hands of Humans. Pausing right above the scar, you looked at it and felt a small prickle of tears hit the back of your eyes. Normally, your eyes flickered to his face and watched his mouth move in his sleep as if he were speaking something to you and only to you, your ears unable to tell what was being said.

Koba looked so innocent, the back of your head tickled in anticipation as your finger pads dropped and you lightly played against the hardened nature of the scar along his arm. Trying to stop the gasp that escaped your lips at the feeling was hard, leaving your mouth in a small huff as a tiny tear dropped and rolled down your cheek. You hated that this had happened to him, you hated that this was the reason why he looked at you with such deserved hatred. You’d hate yourself too.  

There was a gentle ‘I’m so sorry’ trickling in your hands as you moved up the scar on his forearm, from the pressure point near the wrist and upwards, against the grain of his fur and how it naturally grew, upwards to taper near the crease of Koba’s elbow. Inches of pain that scarred into silver, the tufted fur that grew around it a bitter reminder that he’d never be the same. There was a morbid curiosity to know what happened, to know what was used on him to inflict this but you pushed that away as another tear dropped down your chin and bounced off the nest as it heralded towards the ground.

 “Oh, Koba…” You verbalized, surprised at the empathy leaking from every morsel of your tone at the fact that he had been nothing but awful to you, going as far as to use you for the intended purposes he saw fit and tossing you away. Koba kept you around for a reason, the reason never being clear as another idea ran into your mind and before you even had a second to process it, you were hunching yourself upwards and pressed your cold lips against the even colder nature of the scar you had been caressing with only your hands.

Lightly, you pulled back and let his fur tickle your nose before you dived back in for once more, letting your hot breath trail down to feel the pulse of his heart against the edge of the scar near his wrist. Exhilaration ran down your spine and back upwards, resting oddly in your fingers, feeling the ample urge to grasp his hand and force him to touch the side of your face, knowing it wasn’t going to happen and knowing Koba was going to wake at the first light of dawn and think things hadn’t changed. 

Bonus Ending: 

Knees felt like they were on fire as you stood near the exit of Koba’s space from crouching for so long. Scanning the room once more was impossible to take in any details other than the Bonobo that was still resting in the nest itself. Small, only intended for one as he chose to be alone. Wiping your right eye to get yourself sturdy enough to make the slick venture back to your own hut, you let a small sigh out at the idea of ever sharing the space with him.

How he’d hate you bringing your human things in. How Koba would snarl at you for ever encroaching on something that he saw as only his own, much like when you first arrived at the Colony. That was the thing though; in the moment, seeing him so peaceful, not tense and riddled with the plagues of his past.... You’d give up all things about yourself that were too human just to win a chance.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Family reunion; Sirius Black x daughter teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is my first Harry Potter fanfic in awhile so if I get anything wrong, I apologize in advance. So this takes place during POA and I know it kinda drags along in some parts but I promise it gets better in some parts. Now idk if I'll make a sequel to this part, maybe with enough encouragement from you guys, maybe I'll get around to writing a part 2 that takes place during Order of the phoenix. But for now please enjoy this oneshot of Sirius Black.

Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, death of parent(s), bit of angst and fluff.

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If you had told me that when I first walked through the halls of Hogwarts that in my 5th year that I would reunite with my dad, honestly I would believe it.  I always believed my father was innocent, even at just 3 years old I remember that night very clearly.  Because it wasn’t just the night that my godfather James and god mother Lily were killed, but my mother was also killed that day.

I saw with my own eyes (my mum had borrowed my godfather’s invisibility cloak to hide me) as Peter Pettigrew killed my mother with the ultimate unforgivable curse.  I remember crying over her dead body pleading for her to wake up, I remember daddy walking in and seeing us on the floor and him crying alongside me.

I especially remember when he left me at uncle Remus’ place for protection to go hunt Pettigrew only to be framed for murder of not only him but 12 muggles.

Since then my uncle was next in line to take care of me should anything happen to either my parents or godparents (my mum had no other living relatives and my dad wanted to ensure that I had no ties to the Black family tree should the worse happen).

For years I’ve been under my uncle Remus’ care who believed every word the Ministry said about my dad.  He didn’t want to but the evidence was stacked against my dad (even though no deep investigation had been made).

Anyways—oh wait I’m getting ahead of myself. I tend to do that a lot.  The name’s (Y/n) Lupin-Black, I’m currently a 5th year Hogwarts student in Ravenclaw (my mum’s house).  Even though I’m in Ravenclaw I’ve been friends with the Weasley twins Fred and George since our first year when the two of them stole my notes and wouldn’t give it back till I could tell them apart.

Amazingly I did and since then they’ve stuck to me like glue. The three of us do cause a bit of trouble at times (I get my mischievous side from my dad and brains from my mum, according to Gryffindor’s head professor, Professor McGonagall).

I also have an ability that I also inherited from my dad. I am a legal animangus, in fact I’m the youngest animangus the Ministry ever recorded.  

It took a lot of hard work and training in order to focus but by my second year I had mastered the ability.  My animangus form is a puma, and I’ve used it to help with my uncle’s—condition.  In fact that was the reason I wanted to become one.

He was at first against it but with a letter recommendation from Professor McGonagall and my head of house, Professor Flitwick, my uncle had no choice but to allow me to go through it.

Now as a 5th year, things have been—hectic these past few years since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts.  The Chamber of Secrets had been opened last year, and we had an incident with a troll, lost 2 DADA professors (but what else is new with that), but this year my uncle is the new professor for that class, and so far according to the Golden trio, everyone loves him.

But back to this story about my dad.  This year everyone at Hogwarts was on alert because my dad had escaped from Azkaban, the first ever wizard to ever do such a thing.  Now our school was to be housing for the Dementors until my dad was found and captured.

I tried to keep a low profile about it but at nights whenever I helped my uncle out during his ‘wolf-trots’ I would also try to see if I could find my dad.

Then one night it happened.

I was out with uncle Remus but I had lost trace of him through the Forbidden forest.  As I walked along in my puma form, my ears soon picked up the sound of barking.  Not werewolf barks, they were—dog barks? But why was a dog all the way out here? Dogs are the sort of creatures allowed within a mile of Hogwarts, nor can they get pass the barrier.

I raced on ahead and when I stood over a cliff but lowered myself down behind the rocks.  There I saw a scruffy, lean, but massive black dog barking at a few Acromantulas.  God I hate those things, I don’t care what Hagrid says, spiders can’t be trusted!  And I was right because right now this dog was being attacked by about seven of these things.

As one of them knocked the dog down and pinned it to the ground, ready to bite it and fill it with its venom, I let out a protective roar.  The spiders all looked up at me and I leapt down from the cliff and stood protectively in front of the black dog.

With a slash of my paws, I struck one of the spiders across it’s many eyes before biting down on it and tossing it like a paper ball.  I then leapt forward and pinned one of the other spiders down.  Another one tried to attack me but as it reared upward, the dog suddenly came up and rolled around with the spider.

I bit the head off the one I had pinned before racing across and swiping the legs off another one.  Soon realizing that they couldn’t win since a few of their siblings had already fallen, the rest of the spiders retreated back into their burrows and caves. I let out a loud and aggressive roar before turning towards the dog.

We walked towards each other till we stood face to face of one another.  As I stared at this dog, something about it was familiar to me.  Through the scruffy, madded fur and the very lean body I looked into it’s eyes and if I were back in my human form I would’ve gasped.

This wasn’t any ordinary dog, it—it was him.  My dad. Of course this was his animangus form, I remember! All the times he’d chase me around in his dog form when I was little, our nights curled up under the stars whenever mum wasn’t home, it was him!

My ears bent back as I sniffed at him.  When he noticed that I wasn’t any ordinary puma, he came up and sniffed around me.  He let out a surprised grunt as his ears perked up and his tail went up as it softly began to wag.

I leaned my head up against his letting out a loud, affectionate purr and he nuzzled against my head as well.  His paw would reach up and lightly touch the side of my head, almost as if he were embracing me.  We continued to nuzzle each other and I knew that if we could both show our human forms, we’d both be weeping hysterically as we’d hug and kiss each other.

But for now, our animangus forms would have to do.  As his head rested on my chest, I licked down his neck where I had seen a pretty bad scratch.  I licked his wound when we both heard the sound of a werewolf’s howl. Uncle Remus.

We both turned towards the direction of the howl before looking back at each other.  Dad gave me a gentle nod.  I looked between him and the direction of the howls hesitantly while giving him sad eyes. How could I leave him when I just found him after 12 years.  He came up to me and licked my muzzle up to behind my ears.  He then backed up and let out a couple of confident yet soft barks.

I nodded and nuzzled him again purring before licking his face affectionately.  I backed up and walked to where uncle Remus was but turned back to dad one last time. He let out another bark before I let out a low meow before racing on ahead to find uncle Remus.

That was over a month ago, but here is where our story truly begins.  Harry and his friends were slowly starting to piece together the story of my dad and Peter Pettigrew but with some straying doubt from my uncle, Harry still believed that my dad betrayed his parents and sold them to Voldemort.

I myself have tried to get him to see that my father wasn’t a threat but Harry has shut himself away from me.  He’s called me practically every name in the book and refuses to listen to me, hell he barely can even stand the sight of me.  Ron’s also elected to ignore me and treat me just like the school and the whole wizarding world has treated my dad.

Hermione on the other hand tolerates me just a bit more. She wants to believe what I have to say but due to the 12 long years of ‘evidence’ against my dad, she can’t seem to fully understand why the wizarding community would lie about framing an innocent man.

I sat alone by the Black lake looking up at the gloomy sky and stared out into the still, calm lake.  I let out a heavy sigh when I heard a voice behind me.

“You should really started heading back to the castle, it’s almost curfew time.” I turned around and there stood uncle Remus.  “And I would hate to give my niece a detention.”

“Please. You couldn’t find it in your heart to ground me for a week when the Weasley twins and I exploded the supply closet in the potions classroom in our second year.”

“Yes but I did give you a stern good lecture about messing with those chemicals.” He sat down beside me on the rocky surface and stared out the lake alongside me. “This reminds me back to my years at school with your father and the rest of my friends. We always snuck out here to this lake for late night swims.”

“Now, now uncle don’t go influencing me. You never know I might just run it by the twins.” I teased.

“(Y/n).” he started in that lecturing manner of his.

“Kidding, kidding. I know of the dangers of this lake.”

“Plus I never approved of us coming here to swim. It was always James and…….” He trailed off.

“Uncle do you really believe dad did what people said he did?” I said as I looked up at him.  He sighed deeply and said in a soft manner.

“As much as I want to believe it didn’t happen, I wasn’t there to say it wasn’t your father.”

“But I’ve told you countless times about my mother’s death! I saw with my own eyes who it was that killed her.”

“And I don’t doubt that. But with your godparents and those 12 muggles……your father’s family ties…..”

“Don’t define him! That’s why he made sure to not let anyone of the Black family tree get custody of me! Why he made sure that you were to be my guardian after papa James and mama Lily died!”

“If I‘m being honest he shouldn’t have done it to begin with.”

“Because of your condition?” he went silent. “Uncle……I never cared about that. You were never a monster to me. Why do you think I studied to be an animangus?” he turned to me.

“I’m just thankful you didn’t do the same thing your father did. Going ‘bout it the illegal route.” He cupped the side of my face, “You know Harry’s not the only one with his parent’s appearance.” I smiled solemnly.

“I know. My mother’s face but I have my father’s eyes.” It’s true.  Throughout all my life I had been told of people, especially uncle Remus here that I look practically identical to my mother, my eyes however are just like my father’s.

“I wish that she did get to see the women you grew up to be. She would be very proud of you.”

“Sometimes I—fear that I’m starting to forget about her.” I admitted to him.  Uncle Remus stroked my hair and allowed me to rest my head on his shoulder as an arm wrapped around me.

“Just think of how you succeeded throughout your schooling. That’s your mother right there. She was far too clever for her own right, even more than me. I’ll even admit that at times I was jealous of her at times.” We both softly laughed.

“I do recall dad telling me some of your little competitions you and mum used to do to prove just who was the most clever. She always beat you.”

“Not at everything!”

“I’m kidding. I know you did beat her at some stuff.” I looked up and saw my uncle looking toward the sky.  He almost seemed deep in thought about something. “Uncle? Uncle? Uncle Remus?”

“Hmm? Oh sorry love. But back to the reason why I came here; even though I am your uncle and guardian, I’m still a professor at this school and I order you to get back to the castle.”

“Yes Professor Lupin.” I said as I got up and walked away. However I snuck behind a tree because I wanted to see just where he was going.

If he wanted me to get back to the castle so urgently, why not just take me all the way there himself? What’s he up to? So I quietly followed behind him in my animangus form.  Sticking to the shadows and any tall shrub or bush to hide myself from my uncle, I crouched down low behind a rock as he now stood before the Whomping willow tree.

He took out his wand and said a spell which made the tree go still.  Once the branches went still, I saw him enter inside a small entrance of the tree and I quickly followed, now phasing back into my normal form.

I noticed that this place now suddenly looked like some sort of shack.  It was haunting and creaks and groans were heard all around me.  I reached out for my wand but before I could even grab it, I felt something touch my neck and a low, graveled voice said.

“Don’t. Move.” Ahh bollocks!

“Professor Snape.” I said lowly, trying to not be a threat. Yeah much like my dad, Professor Snape pretty much hated me since day one (I’m pretty sure he hates every student that isn’t a Slytherin).

“Sneaking out past curfew, allying in your father’s hiding, I would have the right mind to have you expelled from Hogwarts and have you be taken to Azkaban alongside your fugitive of a father.” Oh man did I really wanna punch him at this point.

“Professor you know he’s—” I felt his wand press harder against my neck as he hissed in my ear.

“It’s your word against the Ministry’s. Now follow me and do as your told.” Knowing I had no other choice, I allowed him to lead me up the stairs where I heard my dad’s voice say.

“Peter Pettigrew. And he’s in this room! Right now!”

“Take your wand out, and if he’s armed, disarm him.” I took my wand out and as my dad was calling out for Peter to come out, I stepped forward and cried out.

“Expelliarmus!” I saw as a wand fell out of my dad’s hand and that’s when my dad turned to me in shock.

“(Y/n)?” he gaped at me.

“(Y/n) what are you doing here?! I thought I told you to go back to the castle!” uncle Remus said.

“You should’ve realized that she’s more like her father in every way. Including disobedience.” Professor Snape soon made himself known as he now aimed his wand at my back, making sure to let my dad see it. “Vengeance is sweet. How I hoped to be the one to catch you.”

“Severus—” my uncle started off. Snape sent him one dirty look and as usual my uncle submitted as Snape hissed out.

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle and now here’s the proof.”

“Brilliant Snape. Once again you put your keen impenetrating mind to the task, and as usual it comes to the wrong conclusions. Now if you’ll drop your wand and step away from my daughter, Remus and I have unfinished business to attend to!” his wand moved from my back to my throat.

“Give me a reason. I beg you.” He challenged my father.

“Dad.” I pleaded with fearful eyes.

“It’ll be alright darling.” He assured me.  His eyes then turned cold as he stared at Snape. “It’s one thing when you put your nose where it doesn’t belong, but when you force others to do your dirty work for you, that’s where I draw the line. If you don’t let my daughter go now, then I will show you a reason why I belong in Azkaban!”

“Sirius don’t be a fool.” Uncle Remus said.

“Well he can’t help it Remus it’s habit.”

“Quiet Sirius!”

“Quiet yourself Remus!”

“Listen to you two quarreling like an old married couple.” Snape said but that’s when dad sassed back at him.

“Why don’t you run along and play with your chemistry set!?” I was then shoved out of the way as Snape now had his wand right at my father’s neck now.  I fell to the ground but was quickly brought back up and held in my uncle’s arms.

“I could do it you know. But why deny the Dementors? They’re so longing to see you. Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh yes, a Dementor’s kiss, one can only imagine what that much be like to endure. It’s said to be unbearable to witness but I’ll do my best.”

“Severus please.” My uncle tried to reason with him again. Once again Snape glared at my uncle and sneered once again.

“After you. Then we can deal with that rebel daughter of his next.” The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife before suddenly Harry called out.

“Expelliarmus!” then Snape went flying back towards an old rotten bed which collapsed right on him.

“Harry what did you just do?” asked Ron.

“You attacked a teacher!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Tell me about Peter Pettigrew.” Harry demanded as he pointed his wand at my uncle and I.

“He was an old school friend of theirs.” I answered him.

“No. Pettigrew’s dead. You killed him!” Harry said as he now pointed his want towards my dad.

“No he didn’t. I thought he was too till you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map.” Uncle Remus said.

“The map was lying then!” Harry argued.

“The map never lies! Pettigrew’s alive! And he’s right there!” my dad said before pointing towards Ron.

“Me? He’s mental!”

“Not you Ron! Your rat!” I told him.

“Scabbers? But he’s been in my family for—”

“12 years?! Curious long life for a common garden rat. He’s missing a toe isn’t he?”

“So what?” demanded Ron.

“All they could find of Pettigrew was his……” Harry started off.

“Finger.” Both my dad and I said.  The two of us looked at each other and softly smiled before my dad continued.

“The dirty coward cut it off so that everyone would think he was dead. And then he transformed into a rat!”

“Show me.” Harry ordered.  At this point my dad went to grab Ron’s rat but of course he refused to let go.  Once he managed to get Pettigrew out of Ron’s grip, Ron pleaded for my dad to leave Scabbers alone.  Hermione and I held him back so that my dad and uncle could finish the job.

Unfortunately Pettigrew was too fast for them to get a good shot to change him back.  So I quickly whipped out my wand and right as the rat went for a hole in the wall, I shot the spell and he soon morphed, for the first time in over 12 years, back into the stout, pudgy man that killed my mother.

My dad and uncle pulled him out of the wall and for the first time, Harry, Ron and Hermione saw Peter Pettigrew, the real man behind my father’s framed crime and the person responsible for Harry’s parent’s death and my mother’s killer.

“Remus…….S-Si-Sirius? My old friends.” Pettigrew praised before trying to make an escape for it, but they wouldn’t have it.  When his eyes soon lay on me, I felt my blood boil. “Ohh little (Y/n). So much like your mother, and with your father’s eyes. You remember me right? Your old uncle Pete—” as he came closer to me, I allowed my puma claws to come out as I scratched him across the face.  He whimpered as blood now began to seep down his face.

“You have no right to talk to me!” I growled at him. “I saw what you did that night! I WAS THERE YOU BASTARD!! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!!” this time Ron and Hermione had to be the ones to hold me back from tearing that rat apart.

He shielded away from me in fear before turning to Harry who was just stunned in shock.

“Harry, look at you. You look so much like your father. Like James. We were best friends you know……”

“How dare you speak to Harry!” my dad hissed protectively. “How dare you talk about James in front of him!” soon the two of them had Pettigrew pinned by the piano, their wands at the ready.

“You sold James and Lily to Voldemort didn’t you!?” my uncle demanded.

“I didn’t mean to.” Wept the rat man pathetically.  He then began to go off on a ramble of how Voldemort was powerful and had weapons we had no idea he possessed. “What would you have done Sirius? What would you have done?”

“I would’ve died! I would’ve died rather than betray my friends or the woman I love!” my dad exclaimed as Peter tried to make his escape.  Harry blocked his escape but Peter whispered into his ear about something.

Finally I decided to step in and I pulled the rat away from my godbrother and aimed my wand at him.  Without even hesitating my father and uncle joined at my side and I said.

“Then you should know uncle. That if the Dark Lord didn’t kill you, then we will!”

“No wait!” Harry exclaimed.  My breathing sharpened as I said.

“Harry, this bastard……”

“I know what he is (Y/n). But we’ll take him to the castle. Together.” He placed his hand on top of mine and he softly whispered, “Would you mother want this?” I looked at him, tears starting to form in my eyes.

I turned back to Pettigrew who was now on his knees praising Harry for his mercy.

“Bless you boy. Bless you sweet boy.”

“Get off!” Harry snapped. “I said we’d take you back to the castle. Afterwards the Dementors can have you.” oh now this I like.  The traitor’s face turned from pure bliss to absolute horror as he fidgeted fearfully trying to make himself smaller.

After leaving the Shrieking Shack and exited out of the Whomping Willow, I watched as my dad walked ahead and stood to look up at the school.

I looked to Harry and gave him a soft nod.  His eyes showed hesitation but with a gentle shove he walked towards my father and I watched as the two of the proceed to talk with each other.

“You knew he was innocent?” Hermione said to me.

“Yes, I did. As I said back there it wasn’t just uncle James and Aunt Lily that died because of Peter. I was there to see my mother die right before my eyes. She had the invisibility cloak at the time, probably stole it from uncle James just to spite him or something. But she hid me with it and I saw as Peter came in and killed her with the last of the unforgivable curses.”

“I’m so sorry (Y/n). To think you had to see something like that.”

“We’re sorry we’ve been wankers to you about this (Y/n). Harry and I especially, can you forgive us?” Ron said.  I softly smiled and ruffled his hair.

“There’s nothing to forgive Weasley. Although you’re gonna have to do a lot of kissing up to your brothers Fred and George. They’ve been wanting to slug you for your behavior towards me.”

Then something happened that I wished never did.  The clouds slowly began to move away to reveal the full moon.  Oh no!

“Uncle Remus!” I exclaimed but it was too late.  He was starting to transform into his werewolf form.

My dad quickly ran up to him trying to hold his transformation back, but it was no use.  The agonizing groans and screams coming out of my uncle as his bones snapped and broke before changing and morphing to fit his upcoming werewolf body.  And to make matters worse, Pettigrew seized that opportunity to escape from our grasp.

Even though Harry disarmed him with an Expelliarmus spell, it still didn’t stop the rat from turning into true form before making his escape.  My dad knowing he couldn’t hold uncle Remus any longer told us to run.

Soon my dad was thrown down the hill and I exclaimed out.

“DAD!!” I quickly ran towards uncle Remus hoping I could knock some sense into him before his final transformation came around. “Uncle Remus you can fight it! The monster does not control you, you control it! Fight it! Think harder on your human senses!”

Just like my father, I too was sent down towards the hill as the last thing I heard was the sound of my uncle’s werewolf howl.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in Madam Pomfrey’s nursing wing.

“(Y/n), oh thank goodness you’re awake. Can you stand up?” Hermione’s voice said over me.  My vision finally came back and I said.

“What happened?”

“There’s not a lot of time to explain (Y/n) but your dad’s in serious danger. The Dementors are going to suck his soul.”

“What!?” I said fearfully as I shot up. “They can’t do that. He’s innocent!”

“Which is why I need to ask if you can stand and walk?”

“Yeah I can but why?” she pulled me up from my bed over to Harry who stood at the center of the room.

“Sorry Ronald but you can’t walk.” She then took a necklace out from her shirt and placed the chain around Harry and I before holding out what looked like a mini-hourglass.

The pendent began to spin around and soon right before our very eyes, the world around us seemed to go backwards.  Night turned into the gloomy afternoon once more as the medical wing was now abandoned and Hermione stopped the pendant’s spinning and she said as she took the chain off of mine and Harry’s neck and tucked it back into her shirt.

“Where were we at this hour Harry?”

“Uhh going to Hagrid’s I think.”

“And (Y/n) where were you at this time?”

“I was down at the Black Lake with uncle Remus, why?”

“Alright come on!” she took off running.  Harry and I ran after her confused asking her just what was going on.

That’s when she explained to us about the time turner necklace she had been given by Professor McGonagall, and she explained to Harry that that was how she was able to do all her classes this term.

So throughout the day we went down to Hagrid’s and I even got to see Hermione sucker punch Malfoy right in the nose (which I praised her on). We went down to Hagrid’s hut and we made our plan to save Buckbeak the Hippogriff (apparently Professor Dumbledore said that more than one life could be spared today).

As the day went on, it was nearly time to try and save my dad. So we sat just down the hill from the Whomping Willow.  We watched as uncle Remus came in and made the tree stop it’s swaying for a brief moment before entering inside, followed by me shortly after him.

“Wait you’re also an animangus?” Harry asked me.

“Surprised?” I asked him.

“When did you become one?” asked Hermione.

“I was roughly around your age when I took my test before the Wizard council to get my official license. They said I was the youngest registered animangus there ever was.” I looked up and said, “And there goes Snape. Right in after me.”

The two young teens turned and saw that Snape did go in shortly after me.

“Now we wait I guess.” Harry said.  We all made ourselves comfortable because we knew it would be awhile before we all left the Shrieking shack and came back before the Whomping Willow.

Then after seeing us come out, I watched as Harry went down to talk to my dad and that’s when he told me.

“You see me there talking to Sirius? He had just asked me to come live with him, you as well (Y/n). He talked about you and your mother a lot. As well as my parents.”

“I know. They were really good friends Harry. Even at just 3 years old, I knew my dad would never have betrayed yours. Never, not even if he were tortured. That’s why he named your parents my godparents.”

“I guess we were meant to be siblings either way.” I softly grinned at him and ruffled his hair before pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“I remember be so excited to have a younger ‘sibling’. Though I’ll admit I wanted you to be a girl, but you eventually grew on me.” Hermione giggled while Harry turned away embarrassedly.

Then that’s when the trouble began.  We saw uncle Remus transform into his werewolf form, the fight between him and my dad (who was in his animangus form), and then even be chased by him when Hermione howled to stop him from attacking Harry.

I phased into my animangus form to protect Hermione and Harry in case my uncle came around to find us.  When he did, I stood protectively in front of my brother and Hermione snarling and roaring at him.  But before we could charge at each other, Buckbeak had came in and fought my uncle off.

Man poor uncle Remus is having a really rough night. I then felt a coldness in the air and when we looked up we saw the Dementors flying towards where my dad must’ve been at after the fight with uncle Remus.

I gestured for Hermione and Harry to get on my back and once they were on, I raced on ahead and we stopped across the frozen lake and we all watched with horror as the Dementors began to suck out both Harry’s and my dad’s souls.

“Now just wait Hermione, my dad will come. He’ll be standing right there.” Harry said as he got off my back and walked a few steps ahead of us.  Hermione and I looked at each other sympathetically and she got off my back as well and stood beside him.

“Harry—your dad’s…….”

“Dead I know but just watch. He’ll cast the Patronus right there. Just like he did before.” We waited and waited but all we saw were my dad and Harry dying right before our eyes.

“You’re dying Harry. Both of you.” I said as I morphed back into my normal form.  God I had heard of witnessing a Dementor’s kiss is something awful but—god this was torture.  I wanted to step in and save my dad and Harry from the Dementors but what could I do? I’m not strong enough to conjure a Patronus charm, plus I would be outnumbered even if I tried any other spell I could name.

Next thing I saw was Harry racing forward to the spot where he said his dad was standing at.

“Harry!” Hermione called out but I wrapped my arms around her to stop her from racing towards him and that’s when we saw him lift up his wand and exclaim.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Soon a bright light came from out of his wand and a bright wave of light shot out, which sent all the dementors away, saving Harry and my father from a terrible fate.

As I stared at my godbrother, I couldn’t be more proud of him. Not even I was able to conjure up a spell like that at his age, hell I can barely do it now.  He truly was a gifted young man, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.

After saving himself, we were now flying on Buckbeak heading for the highest tower where my dad was being kept.  I was sitting right behind Hermione while she was terrifyingly holding onto Harry for dear life.

“You were right Hermione. It wasn’t my dad I saw earlier. It was me! I saw myself conjured the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time because—well I’d already done it. Does that make sense?”

“No! But I don’t like fly-AHHH!!!” She screamed as Buckbeak took a dive down towards the school, while Harry and I were cheering our heads off.

When we reached the tower, there we saw locked up in a cage, my dad looking forlorn as he awaited his fate.  He quickly turned to us and I took out my wand and pointed it at the lock as I proclaimed out.

“Alohomora!” the doors unlocked and swung wide open. “C’mon dad, we’re busting you out of here.” I extended my hand out to him and he immediately took my hand.

The four of us now flying on Buckbeak with Hermione up front, me behind her then my dad and Harry.  

And for the first time in 12 years, my dad finally felt free as a Hippogriff flying high in the sky.  Never have I heard him sound so happy and it brought a smile to my face as I heard him cheering.

We landed in the garden wing of the school and as my dad helped Hermione as well as me off of Buckbeak he said as we walked towards the corner of the garden.

“I’ll be forever be grateful for this. To the three of you.”

“I want to go with you.” said Harry.

“One day perhaps. For some time my life will be too unpredictable. Besides, you’re meant to be here.”

“But you’re innocent.”

“And you know it Harry.” I told him. “Just like I’ve always known.”

“She’s right. And for now that’ll do.” As Hermione left the three of us to have our little family moment, my dad then turned towards me. He stood before me and gently cupped each side of my face.  His calloused thumbs stroking my cheeks as he said to me, “I expect like Harry you might be tired of hearing this, but you are a splitting image of your mother. Except your eyes, you have……”

“Your eyes.” I finished for him.  Tears flickered in my eyes but I tried to hold them back. “I’ve only dreamed of something like this happening, and—even now I fear this still feels like a dream.”

“I’ve told you once when you were little; Dreams can feel like many things. Whether to make us feel happy or afraid, but in dreams you can never feel what is happening to you. So this, right here, is real my darling kitten.”

He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  When I felt it, I knew that this was real.  My dad was free, he was here, and he was right in front of me.  I embraced him as tightly as I could, burying myself into the ragged cloth of his prison uniform.  Slowly a few tears dripped from my eyes one by one as I felt my dad embrace me back just as tightly while rocking me from side to side.

“I’ve missed you so much dad.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. I’ve missed so much of your life. You were just a little girl when I was taken away and now I’ve seen you’ve become a beautiful young woman, just like I’d hope you’d be. Your mum would be so proud. Just as I am. I’m so sorry I put you through this.”

“I know why you did it dad. If I were older I would’ve done the same thing. I just……wish none of this had to happen.”

“As do I kitten. As do I. There hasn’t been a day that I don’t regret leaving you like I did. I made you lose both your parents.”

“That’s another thing I’ve inherited from you.” he looked at me confused. “Uncle Remus has always said I did get your stubbornness.” He softly chuckled before grabbing the back of my head and pressing his forehead against mine.

We stayed in that position for what felt like forever till he pressed a kiss to the center of my forehead before he guided me over to sit next to Harry.  He knelt down before the both of us as he said to us.

“It’s cruel that I got so much time with James, Lily and (m/n) and you both so little. But know this. The ones that love us never really leave us. And you both can always find them,” he then placed his left hand over Harry’s heart while his right hand pointed towards mine, “In here.”

Dad stood up and walked over to Buckbeak and mounted on top of his back once again, gently gripping onto the chained reins.  As Harry and I came up and stood beside Hermione, my dad complimented to her that she was indeed a bright witch for her age.

Buckbeak then reared as he let out a proud roar before taking off running before flapping his proud wings and taking off high towards the moon with my dad on his back.

Two souls finally free from the law.

The clock tower began to gong loudly and that’s when Hermine told us we needed to get back to the hospital wing.  We quickly raced towards the medical wing before the last strike of the belltower.

We saw Professor Dumbledore with his back towards us as he peeked through the doors before closing them.

“Well?” he asked us.

“We did it. They’re free.” Harry said.

“Did what? Goodnight.” The headmaster gave us a wave before descending down the stairs.  Oh that crazy old man.  The three of us walked towards the door but before we went in, we had to watch ourselves disappear to start the whole rescue all over again.  Once we disappeared, that’s when we came in the room.

“How did you get there? You were just over there. And now you’re there!” Ron said to us in shock.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Ronald? Do you Harry? (Y/n)?”

“No clue. Maybe you should have your head examined Ronny, think you might be going mental.” I teased.

“Yeah Ron. How can people be in two places at once?” Harry joked alongside me.

Things after that were pretty crazy.  After it had been leaked out about my uncle’s condition (damn you Snape!) my uncle resigned as professor at Hogwarts, Harry had gotten the new firebolt broom (curtesy of my dad) and he got to test it out.

I was in my bedroom just finishing the last bit of my packing to return home for the summer when my owl Arella came flying in.  Her familiar grey and white feathers ruffled as she landed on her perch and she made her trilling sound.

“What have you have there, girl?” I noticed she had a small jewelry box tied to her back along with a note in her beak.  I took the note then untied the box from her back as she shook herself out and ruffled her feathers.

I set the box down and opened up the note and inside was a letter written in my dad’s hand writing.

My beloved kitten,

This once belonged to your mother (I gave it to her just shortly after you were born) and I figured she would want you to have it.  Keep it close to your heart and her memory will never leave you.

Your father,

Sirius Black

I set the note down and opened up the box now and inside was a necklace.  It was a silver heart-shaped locket and I noticed a little button at the side of it. I pressed down on it and it opened up to reveal something that not only broke my heart, but also filled it with joy.

The moving picture inside was my mother holding me as a baby. Her wide smile as she held me in her arms, her eyes filled with nothing but love.  When she looked up and her smile softened, I really did get to see what my uncle and dad were talking about.

I really did look like my mother.  Same hair, same mouth, same face, almost everything was of my mother. A single tear fell down my cheek as I kissed the picture and held it close to my heart.

Soon I began to get brief flashbacks of various moments with my mother.  I remember how she’d always sing me to sleep while having the windchimes of various creatures softly ring above me.  The way she’d make breakfast, and how we’d play together at papa James and mama Lilly’s place.

I unhooked the chain and placed it around my neck and saw as the heart shaped locket actually rested against my own heart.

“Thanks dad. And thank you mum. I miss you, but you can rest easy now. Dad’s free.” I said as I stared up at the sky holding the locket closer against my heart.

[halothenthehorns]

Meeting Moony

An Excerpt from my Marauders prequal; We Were-  Chapter 5: Free

Remus spent the next two weeks having an incessant argument, with himself and them, about whether he should allow this. Most nights he woke up from horrors on what would happen if he didn't, it got so bad Sirius filched a dreamless potion from Pomfrey two days before and kept slipping into Remus' drink both nights, and he woke up in his bed just to keep going.

'This was the most terrible, worst idea ever, and you're going to regret it the rest of your life,' he kept assuring himself as he slipped into the empty tangles beneath the tree under Madam Pomfrey's watchful eye, but there they were, waiting for him like this was just another trip to class or meeting him outside the hospital wing early.

It felt odd, not removing his clothes as he trudged after them, but Sirius flung an arm over his neck forcing him to keep up, and James only waited until they heard the whoosh of the tree start above them before he started humming under his breath. Sirius was as quick to join in as ever, only Peter seemed as worried as him and he'd bite his tongue off before he ever told them no.

His body ached in that horribly familiar way, his skin already trying to blister and twitch despite the fact he probably had a good hour before the moon was at its peak. He was hyperventilating as James reached the hatch and shoved it casually open, Sirius once more shoving him to get moving like that very first time. His hands were shaking so bad James and Sirius had to help get him up despite the fact it was barely a leg up anymore.

"Stop begging Remus, time for the big reveal," James clapped him on the back with a friendly enough gesture that actually sent him to his knees he was trembling so hard. He was trying to both not look at them and memorize every facet of them. If this was the last time he'd see them, at least they were still smiling, smug, idiots.

James took a few steps back, and Remus had to fight the urge to throw his arms around his knees and beg not to be left alone, or shove him back down the hole in one last desperate attempt, even he didn't know what his twitching hands meant by it. There was a pop, and then James' boots vanished to be replaced by four sets of heavy looking, black,  elongated cloven toes neatly dicing each foot nearly in half. The dew claws on the back were nearly invisible as his eyes began traveling up the strong, powerful looking legs, the massive black hide was much smoother than James' hair had ever been in its life and still he'd swear even the tail stuck up in the back in that familiar way just to insist otherwise.

The soft muzzle nosing his ear forced his eyes higher, and he gaped not at the four points on each prong or even the odd white spectacle markings traced in, but the familiar hazel eyes gazing calmly at him even with rectangular pupils now.

Sirius wouldn't live with himself if he let James have all the fun, and a massive bark broke his concentration and tackled into the deer, the black dog sending him ungainly off balance as one stumbled away and the canine now stood proudly before him.

He'd been the one most prominent in both versions going off in his head. The werewolf in him would either see this new one as a challenge, or be happy for a new play thing, he just didn't know himself well enough to guess. The large black dog was even more massive than Remus had gotten a wayward look at, now standing proudly in the dim lighting of the shack.

"You guys," he croaked as he felt more than anything Peter moving the hatch behind him, and he looked back just in time to see it slamming in place. None of them would be able to change back and get it open before he ripped all of their hearts out. A large brown rat sat on the ring, fur the same scruffy brown coloring as Peter's hair, grooming his whiskers for a moment before scurrying to his knee and rearing up to take a few curious sniffs at him.

His fathers warnings still rang clear in his head. Eleven years old again and begging him to have a say in his own life, he'd be a good boy at school, follow every rule, and nobody would be the wiser for it. He knelt there, crying once more, but there was no going back now, as the first crack rippled up his spine.

The three of them backed slowly away, and it was the last thing they wanted to do, as they already felt like failures as Remus began to scream. The noise was the most dreadful thing they never could have imagined, somehow tangled in a human and animal as the mouth formed first, glistening fangs in a muzzle began jutting from his face, and then he got bigger.

Even watching from six feet away the whole thing was hard to believe, his skin nearly vibrating in place as it was pulled and folded into itself while silver fur began creeping out, arms and legs cracking and repairing before their eyes, the werewolf was long and lean, they wouldn't have ever believed that had been inside Remus if they hadn't seen it for themselves as he finally burst free from the clothes and boots and towered above even James, balancing on his two legs as he let out a long, night piercing howl.

It was the eyes that truly shocked them all, no story in the world could tell them what they were seeing as the circular black pupils and amber orbs held no sanity in their depths. The snarl caused James to skitter back a few feet and Peter to squeal and dart up the nearest thing, which happened to be James. Sirius flopped onto his back on pure instinct before scolding himself and rolling back over, but continuing forward as low to the ground as he could.

The werewolf didn't attack though. He just watched, nose twitching, ears flicking in all directions as he tracked everything, and finally fell back to all fours, now with Sirius right underneath him. The black dog began licking the werewolf's lower jaw, keeping his belly low the whole time, and the werewolf actually bowed his head and gave a soft lick back on the side of his exposed neck.

Sirius sprang to his feet in excitement, but the werewolf now turned away in boredom, padding softly to begin sniffing the other two keenly. They stayed very still and let him nose all over, but the moment he was done with that, he did snarl again. Sirius darted forward while James tried to hop back again, but his rump was already against the wall, and the werewolf wasn't angry at them. He'd already lost interest.

No, he turned, and made a bite at himself.

Already in motion, Sirius tackled his side before the jaws could get a good purchase, and the werewolf stumbled more in surprise than anything, glancing at the dog once more in true disbelief. It was very clear nothing had ever disturbed him before and he didn't know what to make of them anymore than the other way around.

They had a weary stand off before the werewolf grew bored once more, and began sniffing the air. He started circling the little hatch in the ground, nose pressed flat to it in an almost desperate sort of way, but then without warning snarled once more and flashed around, his own claws batting at his stomach in frustration.

'Hungry,' Remus had always told them it was the only clear memory he had of this time. No food they would have brought would satisfy him though. Sirius again sprinted right into the werewolf, not quite fast enough as blood blossomed in the shiny fur, but he was once more temporarily distracted and gazed at the dog with some unreadable emotion in the alien face.

Then he did pounce at Sirius, but there was no accompanying growl. The two went rolling about, head butting and shoving, even rearing up from time to time and starting to flash their teeth, but they were playing. Sirius could feel it in his bones, read it in every move that was made, even as a playful growl burst from his own chest and the two smacked muzzles against each other and tried to pin the other, it was no different than their wrestling matches for years now.

The werewolf had the upper hand, he was still quite a bit bigger than Sirius and soon had him pinned, panting almost happily they'd swear over his victory, but the moment he let Sirius up he already seemed too bored to try again, pacing and circling again, sniffing the air.

So they just kept at it, all night, and things steadily got worse. James tried his hand next, darting forward and butting his antlers before skipping back, but there just wasn't enough room as the werewolf didn't even seem to want to acknowledge him, just butted him away with a paw whenever he got close and tried to attack himself again, anger, hunger, boredom, or some combination of all three kept him in constant movement that Sirius alone just couldn't entertain as their wrestling matches slowly got less playful.

Sirius recognized this and tried to retreat and submit again, but the werewolf was just growing more frustrated as the night wore on, unable to lash out at anything, he finally snapped his jaws around flesh and held tight, not caring for the high pitched dogs cry until something painful jammed into his ribs, and he released the useless pray to turn and snarl, teeth snatching onto an antler with no more pleasure, just an aching jaw.

James began bellowing in panic he couldn't get away, rearing up to try and dislodge him but the creature only went with the movement, thrashing his jaw this way and that. His sharp hooves only added to the problem, thrashing against the silver fur of the rib cage on instinct to be free, it would have disemboweled a normal wolf. Sirius was still limping and trying to get back to his feet, so Peter finally darted forward, still keeping himself precariously on James' other antler as he leaned down and bit at the werewolf's snout.

He yelped, and James was released. His own fuzzy point was spat into his face as they all retreated into separate corners for only a moment, before the werewolf tried turning on himself once more. Sirius let out his own howl of frustration as he recklessly darted forward, but when the werewolf appeared to get the upper hand and sank down a hold, Peter would dart forward and bite at anything to distract, a massive padded foot the size of him, the tail, a lip, even an ear if his head was bent right, and they'd be released, only for James to jump forward next. It just started all over again.

In the moments it was about to end they still didn't guess what was coming, he finally turned away from them in displeasure, and began slamming himself against the walls, howling one last desperate cry for freedom before he was trapped away for another month, and the whole thing flew in reverse much faster.

The cracking bones seamlessly began shrinking, the jaw collapsed and the tail vanished, his ears tufted, then blunted as the cartilage reshaped, the concave stomach and ribs realigned, and then Remus stood before them, naked, bleeding, while his green again eyes rolled into his head and he fell to the ground.

Peter had been the only one to come away without a bite, but he still traveled up the stairs on all fours, only changing back when he reached the door upstairs and throwing it open to grab the blanket and come tumbling back down to throw it over him. For just a moment, it all felt worth it, as the few bruises and scratches on Remus' side looked almost mild in comparison to the work he usually did on himself.

Then he looked up, and saw the damage on the other two. Both had felt the teeth sink past fur, blood was matted into their sides, and the two stayed on trembling fours, clearly fearing to change back until Peter darted forward and cast his healing charms on them. Even after the wounds were sealed, they waited far longer than they should have as the sun began creeping in. They needed to leave, before Madam Pomfrey arrived for him, but now came the true test of the night.

Just like everything they did, as if they'd planned it long before hand, James and Sirius appeared at once, panting with exertion, their faces bruised and hobbling painfully from side to side to be back on two legs just as much as their aching bodies, but they ripped their shirts up, and laughed. There were no bite marks visible, the werewolf's saliva and contamination had not followed them to their human bodies. Everything had been worth it.

[sunaswife]

“It’s just an alligator?”

Characters: Isaac, and Theo

Summary: An alligator stumbled upon the mansion and MC used to be a wildlife expert and zookeeper

If you like it then let me know who you want me to do next!

Isaac

🍎You both were in the garden sitting and looking at the flowers after convincing Isaac since he was overworking himself again, then you saw a gator in the distance

🍎Isaac followed your gaze after he noticed you were spaced out and started freaking out and pulling you inside the mansion

🍎“Y-you are not going out there!” Isaac raised his voice

🍎“Do you trust me?” You asked and he sighed.

🍎After explaining your former occupation and how you were an expert, Comte and the rest felt a little more at ease, not for the alligator but for your safety

🍎Everyone in the mansion was willing to help to some extent

🍎Isaac was standing in horror next to a worried Comte as you instructed the vamps who volunteered on what to do

🍎His face flushed red when you ripped your skirt to use as a muzzle so the rope doesn’t damage the gators face

🍎Leo distracted the gator with a piece of meat and you and Napoleon carefully hovered over the gator when he finished eating you immediately shut his jaw and he started spinning. When you’re stuck with a gator and it spins then you know you messed up

🍎 Leo quickly joined in to help you and Napoleon pin it down as well as the others

🍎“Isaac hurry and tie his beak!” You yelled at him and he did so shakily. Your hands were at its jaw holding it down...what if it bites—

🍎“Come on and tie it right like you do in bed!” You yelled and he was even more red in embarrassment

🍎He managed to tie the alligators beak/ snout and you finally let go

🍎The vamps stepped aside and you stayed sitting on the alligator

🍎“Who’s a good boy? I’m sorry we were so rough bb. But we don’t want you eating our pets.” You made a 🥺 face as you looked at the alligator.

🍎“Are you seriously talking to it like it’s a baby?” Isaac asked, “He’s just an alligator. Isn’t that right?” You looked back down at the alligator.

🍎 “You gotta be a good boy so we can take you back home or else I’m going to have to hurt you.” You told the alligator and kissed his head

🍎 Everyone just looked at you in shock

🍎 Isaac was too shookith to go take the alligator back

🍎You went with Napoleon and Leo instead to the wild

🍎 Isaac hugged you and didn’t care that you were dirty he was glad you were safe

🍎 but when Arthur and Dazai came and saw your hugging session they teased the man because of what you said about being tied up in bed.

🍎He was definitely going to punish you for embarrassing him

Theo

🥞 You were serving pancakes to the Van Gough brothers when you saw Isaac running inside and screaming bloody murder

🥞After he calmed down, he explained he was taking a walk to clear his mind he almost got bit by an alligator

🥞Your eyes lit up because you haven’t seen an alligator is ages!

🥞You missed feeding them and taking care of all the animals when you worked at the zoo

🥞“I’ll be able to make some boots with him. I’ll be right ba—“ “Leo no!” You raised your voice

🥞Everyone else looked at you weird

🥞“I’m an expert in alligators and other exotic animals. We should release it back in the wild.”

🥞“Hondje stop being foolish, we can’t catch it. This is the only way.”

🥞 “They’re almost extinct in my time, please.” You lowkey teared up and so they all agreed to release it back

🥞“Ya know hondje you always cry when you want something.” Theo said as he pinched your cheek

🥞“Stop Theo! I’m thinking of a plan.” You shrugged him off.

🥞Theo was taken aback but he saw the light in your eyes when you saw the gator through the window. You noticed something fluffy running and barking and it was King

🥞“No no no!” You yelped and without thinking you opened the window and jumped out

🥞Thank heavens you were on the first floor

🥞“Hondje!” Theo yelled in shock as he saw you running.

🥞You immediately grabbed King who almost got bit and you rolled

🥞The gator tried to bite you but he bit your skirt instead causing it to rip

🥞You hurt King since you crashed on top of him but it was better than him being eaten

🥞“______!” Theo yelled as everyone in the mansion ran out to see if you’re okay.

🥞“Stay back!” You said as you carried the big dog in your arms

🥞You instructed the vamps on what to do and used yourself lowkey like bait

🥞When the gators snout was shut you grabbed the rope and tied him like how you were instructed to do so when you worked at the zoo

🥞“________, what were you thinking?!” Theo yelled and pulled you away when the gator was safe

🥞He was very very very VERY angry

🥞“I didn’t want King to get eaten so I went to save him.” You replied

🥞Theo shook his head and glanced at his dog that was barking at the gator

🥞“You could have gotten eaten too, what am I going to do without my two hondjes?” He asked

🥞“I’m sorry I worried you. I’ll make it up to you.” You told him and went on your toes to kiss his cheek.

🥞He still looked away and he had his arms crossed.

🥞You sighed and decided to give him space so you stepped back but he got your wrist

🥞��The—oh!” You yelped when you were embraced in a bone crushing hug

🥞“I was so worried_____. Don’t do that again.” He said.

🥞“Okay I won’t.” You replied

🥞“Make sure you get ready for tonight because for your punishment you won’t be getting any sleep.” He whispered huskily in your ear

🥞“Is that really a punishment or a treat for saving your dog?”

Ahh this is my first headcannon! Feedback is greatly appreciated!