[foxlawed]

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Is that SHAWN ASHMORE? No, that’s NATHAN GRAY. The 39 year old GHOST MOON - WEREFOX OMEGA MALE is a PROSECUTOR (LAWYER). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be ELOQUENT & AFFECTIONATE, but beware, they’re also known to be FEISTY & UPTIGHT. Their friends also say that they’re into BONDATE, COLLARS & BODY WORSHIP but don’t you dare trying  GORE, SCAT with them.

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Nathan Gray

Nickname(s): Nate, Gray

Age: 39

Species: Werefox

Moon Phase: Ghost Moon

Secondary Gender: Omega

Occupation: Prosecutor (lawyer)

Family (born): Lionel (dame), David (sire)

Mate (promised): Patrick Ruthledge

Likes: music, ink, work

Dislikes: selfishness, breaking the law, loud noises, silence

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'11

Weight: 150 pounds

Build: lean

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color: Blue

Fox Appearance: Somewhat small, white fur, fast and lean.

Tattoos, scars: n/a

SEX

Kinks: Service Tops, Bondage, Clothed quickies (keep him in his suit for extra ruffled-ness), Biting (ok but like, push him face-first into a wall and bite him in the neck yes), Rimming (receiving), Face-fucking (receiving), Collars (with a glimpse to be seen under his suit yes), Body worship (pitts included)

Anti-Kinks: Scat, Gore, Vore

Note: He’s vers, but leaning heavily towards bottom. He will top every now and then, absolutely, but it isn't his preference. Sex is stress relief for him and well, he relaxes better when he bottoms. ;)

The Grays have always been lawyers. Nathan’s parents met through their parents’ law firms and everybody before them did, too. His sire would always say that was their secret to success. The Grays worked only for themselves, taking up cases that were profitable for them, those who would provide the most publicity with high chances of success. Nathan grew up in his parents’ law firm, spending most of his time after daycare, after school, after highschool there - every free minute of his days were spent in an office chair, running around the lobby, annoying the receptionists until his dame would come and scold him, tell him to sit back down and listen. 

Sometimes he did. But most times he decided that everything else was more fun than listening to adults ramble about laws and consequences and contracts. In highschool, they let him work for the firm - it was simple jobs like sorting files, proof-reading and the like, but every single Gray lawyer went through the same process when growing up, so Nathan would, too. While other teenagers his age were out playing football or making music, Nathan was sitting inside his father’s office - ear pods in his ears with soft music playing most of the day and doing paperwork for the firm. Presenting Omega wasn’t a problem for his family, but being reborn under the Ghost Moon was a bad omen. 

It was never the same after, but his parents tried their very best to raise him like he wasn’t the black sheep in the family. At least they left him the music when he worked, knowing that otherwise he’d never get any work done. Despite all that, despite the difficulties he was put through - despite the disappointment he could see in his parents’ eyes whenever they looked at him, he graduated at the top of his class and went to New Haven’s University to study Law. 

Of course he did. 

Nathan knew nothing else - had been molded into a lawyer before he developed the ability to decide for himself what he wanted to do with his life and besides, he’d brought enough shame over his family by being born again under the wrong moon. The moon itself was punishment enough - he felt. the constant thrum of voices whispering at him, day and night. Nobody who wasn’t affected by it would understand. But he had given up trying to explain. So he found his own system, his own way to deal with the disadvantage and make the best of it. He wouldn’t be where he was if he hadn’t been born feisty and stubborn - a trait inherited by most of the Grays.

But, during his time on Campus - his family loosened the grip they had on him, sure he’d follow suit like he had been taught to. Classes, study, sleep. Rinse and repeat. Nathan though, found himself drawn to the outside more and more, found himself exploring a world he’d never really seen before. He drank, he woke up hungover. He dated, he fell in love, he got his heart broken and regretted ever giving up the celibate life his parents wished on him. He was alive. He was not just one of the voices - he was flesh and blood. Love hit him harder than he expected, especially because it came in the form of a very handsome selkie who wasn’t just someone equally misplaced in their respective family, but also none other than the Alpha his family had chosen to bind him to for all eternity. If they had their way. The Grays and the Ruthledges had come to an agreement to bind their respective heirs to each other for they would one day become one and combine the power and influence both families have on New Haven. Nathan’s first instinct had been to protest, but when he actually met the Alpha… that quickly shifted. Fondness grew, feelings developed. But it wasn’t meant to be. They weren’t meant to be. Nathan found out the hard way when Patrick Ruthledge - thief of his heart, vanished into thin air without so much as a peep. 

Back to business. 

Classes taught him a lot about himself and what he thought about right and wrong, about cases that were worth fighting for, even if the pay wasn’t good. Ever since the day Nathan was born, there had been a chair reserved for him in the big oval office his sire loved more than his dame. But it was during this time of exploration and freedom that Nathan realized that he was not a puppet. He didn’t want to work for his sire, he didn’t want to give up his integrity for money. He wanted to come home from work and feel good about himself. Proud of what he did that day. 

The entire family would flip, he was aware of that, but he’d also learned a long time ago to ignore what others in the family had to say about him. Maybe, cutting himself loose from his family was actually a blessing for them. The Black Sheep finally gone. None of that mattered to him, he believed in the law and he believed in freedom, so when he graduated - Nathan applied to become a prosecutor for New Haven. 

The Grays didn’t approve, but they also knew better than to fight him and so long as he kept the agreement between the Grays and the Ruthledges intact, they had no reason to force him back into the family’s grip of death and despair. When Patrick, the former thief of his heart and heartbreaker returned to ask for a favor, he had been playing with the thought of calling the entire thing off, but … when he looked into those pleading blue eyes… he gave in once again. Patrick hadn’t left his side ever since. 

It’s been over ten years now since he had his first day. The beginning had been rough, police officers weren’t easy to work with, most of them far too stubborn to believe that someone actually was on their side. He was good at his job, though - a better lawyer than many in his family ever possibly could be and soon law enforcement acknowledged as much. 

Inside Court, he was a force to be reckoned with - outside Court he was a lot more tame, yet usually more focused on his work rather than anybody or anything around him.

Working with the police, fighting for justice - for the law. What better way to honor the sacrifice of those who came before him?

[followmeinthedark]

Every Saturday Lyle liked to bring his son to the park, he sat on a bench where he could have a strategic view of the playground, everything would be fine as long as Aaron was in his field of vision. he had nothing to complain about his job, the money was good and getting paid to spend hours talking about something he liked wasn't bad either, but he liked those moments when he could just empty his mind and just exist, moments like These became more common after he moved to New Haven. 'capybaras are born to vibe' is what his father used to say, now he understood this advice, just as he was also happy that he hadn't listened to it before, otherwise he would never have reached where no other werebeast had ever reached.

He would have remained in this trance-like state if he hadn't felt a head resting on his body, yes, he knew there was another person next to him, but he still hadn't bothered to turn around to look, and just from his peripheral vision he still couldn't had been able to identify it, but from the smell it was an omega fox. the alpha was still calm, his kind was known for being chill and unbothered, but for this person to seek support like that from someone who was probably a stranger was a sign that he really needed it, so Lyle not only allowed him to stay there, as he also put an arm around the other body. he remained motionless for a long time, until he lost sight of Aaron then he gently nudged the other male and said softly in his ear "excuse me, I need to go after my son"

[foxlawed]

he  felt  so  light  in  this  moment,  like  everything  was  going  to  be  okay.  he'd  really  needed  some  peace,  quiet  &  a  little  nap  to  get  through  the  day  it  seemed.  he  definitely  could've  kept  going,  but  a  soothing  voice  woke  him  &  he  snapped  away,  only  now  realizing  he'd  ...passed  out  on  a  bench  in  the  park  in  some  stranger's  arms.  he  did  smell  pretty  harmless.  well,  he  also  wasn't  really  a  stranger,  because  nathan  -  as  head  of  were  werefolk  in  new  haven,  knew  many  of  them,  even  if  only  by  name  &  picture.

he  knew  this  one;  quite  a  big  name  in  the  human  world,  less  so  in  theirs,  because  they  all  had  bigger  fish  to  fry  on  earth  than  to  explore  beyond  the  skies,  but  it  was  an  impressive  task  to  have  achieved  regardless.  he  rubbed  his  eyes  &  stifled  a  little  yawn,  sitting  back  up  &  shooting  the  other  a  sheepish  little  smile.  "sorry,  been  a  short  night.  thanks  for  not  letting  me  drop.  go,  go.  don't  let  him  get  away."  he  knew  all  too  well  what  kids  were  like  &  how  quickly  they  could  just  …vanish.  tiny  little  monsters,  really. “i'll  just  have  to  find  someone  else  to  nap  on,  shouldn't  be  too  hard.”  nathan  added  with  a  little  smile. 

[darkslayed]

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[foxlawed]

@followmeinthedark

nathan  never  thought  he'd  spend  his  days  the  way  he  was.  with  twins  waking  him  up  halfway  through  the  night  on  the  very  rare  occasion  that  he  actually  slept  at  home  &  let  the  babysitter  off  early.  rare  occasion  indeed,  but  ..he  tried.  taking  care  of  life  that  wasn't  his  own...  was  so  far  out  of  his  comfort  zone  he  couldn't  believe  it  actually  happened.  he  shouldn't  be  alone  with  this  burden.  he  wasn't  meant  to  be  alone  with  this.  patrick  was  the  one  who  wanted  kids,  he  was  the  caretaker,  nathan  could  barely  take  care  of  himself.  he  couldn't.  soft  sigh,  fingers  pinched  at  the  bridge  of  his  nose.

he  still  had  the  scent  of  baby  burps  in  his  nose  despite  not  even  being  close  to  home  anymore  &  he  knew  that  he'd  have  another  little  soul  dependent  on  him  soon,  too.  nathan  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  he  went  to  the  park  by  the  square  to  breathe  in  fresh  air.  like...never?  yet  here  he  was,  close  to  passing  out  where  he  sat  &  dangerously  close  to  either  falling  on  his  face  or  ...lean  against  the  poor  creature  sitting  on  the  bench  next  to  him, though his belly would probably catch his fall.  but  his  eyes  ...  he  could  just  close  them  for  a  second....right?  just...  a  second...

[nhalphaomega]

-🦈- It was just a lake. Kraden was used to the open seas and being able to swim wherever he wanted but he couldn't complain. It was massive for a man-made salt water lake and it was close enough that he didn't have to plan around his need for the water. Even though he might have looked a bit out of place, a monstrous Great White swimming through the depths, it was still enough to sate his most basic needs; it was still freeing.

After swimming around for an hour, or so, he shifted back to his human form and lingered there in the water; floating on his back beneath the moonlight. After another thirty minutes, or so, he lazily made his way back to the shore.

Apparently he wasn't alone. Brazenly stepping out of the water, unbothered in his state of undress, the shark sauntered over to the other and crowded their personal space without a moment's hesitation. Staring down at them, his lips peeled back just enough to give them a peak at his sharpened shark teeth, a tense silence settled between them for a moment too long before Kraden finally spoke. "Enjoying the view?" He taunted confidently. "Is that why you're standing on my clothes, don't want me decent?"

@newhavenstarters [open to anyone, alphas or omegas]

[foxlawed]

nathan  wanted  them  to  know.

the  lake  had  been  a  project  him  &  patrick  worked  on  for  many  years,  partially  due  to  patrick's  very  own  need  for  a  salt  water  source  close  by.  the  ruthledge's  -  one  of  the  oldest  new  haven  families  were  all  merfolk,  including  formerly  patrick  &  his  little  brother  prince.  this  had  been  in  their  best  interest.  turned  out  ...  they  did  pretty  well.  at  least  ...  he  felt  like  they  did.  patrick  loved  the  place  -  new  haven's  own  little  beach.  maybe  he  should've  taken  prince,  but  nathan  wanted  to  be  alone.  as  alone  as  he  could  be  with  a  stowaway  growing  within  him.  it  wasn't  going  to  be  long  now  &  it  showed.

he  wanted  his unborn child  to  know  their sire's favorite  place.

the  scent,  the  sound  of  water  splashing,  the  way  he  felt  when  he  watched  people  swim  -  people  that  weren't  the  one  he  was  looking  for.  the  one  he'd  never  see  again.  he'd  lie  if  he  claimed  that  whenever  he  saw  shark  anywhere  ...  he  didn't  feel  that  little  spark  of  hope  rekindle  within  him  -  only  for  it  to  extinguish  again.  today  though,  he  was  just  watching.  he'd  come  here  during  his  break,  feet  carried  him  before  he  even  knew  it.  he  didn't  notice  casualties  underneath  his  feet  until  shark  obscured  his  view.

bright  blue  ...  blinked,  unfocused  &  pale,  words  almost  passing  by.  "i  am,  actually."  but  it  wasn't  the  view  the  other  might've  thought.  was  he  handsome?  probably.  no,  definitely.  but  nathan  didn't  really  care  about  his  naked  form.  not  today.  though  eyes  trailed  down,  his  words  slowly  sinking  in.  oh.  he  stepped  aside  wordlessly,  eyeing  the  other  closely.  "shouldn't  drop  your  clothes  on  the  ground."  the  fox  huffed,  "there's  trees,  rocks..  plenty  of  surfaces  to  use." hand against his belly, he gave a soft sigh. "enjoyed the swim?"

[spirit-of-cinders-deactivated20]

"Yeah you really do need a haircut and a shave. But don't worry sometimes people just neglect themselves a bit. Besides you seem like you have a lot going on." Anders was friendly but incredibly blunt sometimes, lacking the finer nuances of social interaction. Raised by battle crazed dragonbloods didn't leave much time for etiquette.

He offered his chair to the other so he could sit down. Taking the cards he looked over it, and tucked it away in his pocket for later. The dragon blood wasn't one to tell others if he had problems to begin with let alone go and tell a council. But the offered was nice.

"So what are you thinking today? A bit off the top and tidy the sides? You are a war hawk? I can dye it green if you want. The facial hair is good just, I'll trim the neck. Edge it for you. Oh oh I give good shoulder massages cuz you know naturally heated." Anders said wiggling his fingers as if to demonstrate the heat he gave off. "You look kinda rough Mister Gray."

[foxlawed]

"yeah..  yeah,  i  know.  the  attack  left  many  homeless  and  afraid,  rehoming  everybody  affected  hasn't  been  easy,  but  ...enough  of  work.  i'm  on  break."  sometimes....  well,  nathan  always  did  unless  he  had  someone  to  bully  him  into  looking  after  himself,  or  looked  after  himself  ...for  him.  patrick  used  to  do  a  lot  for  him;  from  taking  care  of  him  to  taking  his  calls,  setting  up  his  appointments  &  everything  else  he  could  possibly  think  of.  now  ...  he  had  to  fend  for  himself  unless  he  could  find  someone  new.  he'd  have  to  start  looking  sooner  or  later.

he  opened  the  button  on  his  suit  jacket  &  sat  down  in  the  offered  chair  with  a  soft  sigh  on  his  lips.  swollen  feet  were  no  fun.  god,  everything  about  him  was  miserable  currently.  "ummm  yeah,  so  about  that  green...  not  my  color.  everything  else  sounds  pretty  good."  including  that  massage,  though  he  wasn't  sure  if  he  should  accept  it.  he  might  ...  he  couldn't  guarantee  not  passing  out.  he  was  ready  to  just  pass  out  in  this  chair.

"it's  been  a  long  month."  watching  the  love  of  your  life  die  ....did  that  to  you.  but  it  wasn't  the  new  one's  fault.  it  was  nobody's  fault.  god  must've  realized  he  sent  an  angel  to  earth  &  took  him  back.  there  was  no  other  explanation,  if  you  asked  nathan.  "i  uh.."  he  shouldn't  be  thinking  about  him  now.  the  lump  in  his  throat  was  getting  bigger, so he did his best to smile instead.  "full  program  minus  dye  please."

[spirit-of-cinders-deactivated20]

Location: Ander's Barber Shop (To be Named)

@foxlawed

Anders had been surprised by how easy this town was, he had been used to living with humans who were obsessed with money- and here things were just as they were. They asked him what he could do- set him up a work place and let him work.

As it was he was sharpening his shears and Razor's along a thickly scaled finger, dragon scales honed a blade far sharper than anything else he had ever tried. This world had so many new things, and even knew services offered by barbers now and he was slowly picking them all up. But some things never changed. A straight razor shave was as straight forward as ever and he was skilled with a practiced hand of 30 years.

As he heard the bell above his door ding he looked up and offered a smile. "Hello. Um. Sorry the place is a bit bare I have just set up. How can I help you- oh oh and I'm Anders. Well it's short for Anderson but I go by Anders."

[foxlawed]

despite  everything,  nathan  still  had  to  live.  once  upon  a  time  losing  his  (soul)mate  might've  meant  he'd  have  given  up,  but  patrick  left  him  with  a  gift  -  a  piece  of  him,  so  ..  he  couldn't.  besides,  town  needed  him  now  more  than  ever,  he  felt.  ignoring  colin,  he  was  the  longest  standing  member  of  the  council  at  this  point,  which  ...  was  a  burden  he  had  signed  up  for,  but  didn't  really  want.  not  when  he  was  mourning,  worrying  about  town  &  its  people,  whatever  evil  was  trying  to  get  inside....  &  life  growing  inside  of  him.  no  thanks.

workaholic  or  not,  days  only  had  twenty-four  hours  &  he  was  so  damn  tired.  take  care  of  yourself.  he  could  hear  his  husband's  voice  still.  wait,  ex...husband.  still,  same  thing.  so,  hair  cut  &  shave  it  would  be.  oberyn  had  been  town's  go-to  for  that,  but  thankfully  they  found  a  replacement  just  about  now.  still  rough  around  the  edges,  surely  &  adjusting  to  life  in  modern  new  haven,  but  nathan  had  no  doubt  he'd  fit  in  like  most  others  had.

"hello."  replied  with  a  polite  smile,  nathan  felt  a  little  sluggish  today,  maybe  a  lack  of  sleep,  maybe  the  extra  weight  -  he  couldn't  tell.  nor  did  it  matter.  "nathan  gray.  i  meant  to  come  by  earlier,  but  .."  soft  sigh,  hands  went  up  to  wave  around  them,  "everybody's  been  going  crazy.  i'm  head  of  council.  as  we  have  no  dragonblood  in  the  council,  your  concerns  will  go  through  one  of  the  others,  so  uh,  if  you  ever  need  anything.."  he  fiddled  with  something  in  his  courier  bag,  pulling  a  small  card  from  one  of  the  little  crevices  on  it,  "just  leave  a  message.  i...  don't  have  a  new  assistant  yet.  but  regardless!  i  really  need  a  hair  cut  and  a  shave."

[fire-and-brimsdoughn]

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As the owner of one of the bakeries in town, Aiden prided himself on knowing the wants and needs of his customers, especially when it came to his regulars. One such regular was the Nathan. He was familiar with the man's late husband, given that he was the one who would come into his store seeking out baked goods. But Aiden soon found himself seeing Nathan much more after the devastating events that plagued their town.

He had gotten to know the lawyer over the various visits he made to his shop. Aiden enjoyed the early morning chats with Nathan before he made his way to the office, and the baker had, on some occasions, even opened his shop a bit earlier to make some surprise deliveries, on the off chance that life wass too busy for the werefox to show up.

The familiar ding of the bell for the door entrance made the baker glance up with a warm smile on his face. "And a good morning to you," he said, eager to see the familiar face once more. "You want the regulars? I just put out the specials out in this first display case too, if anything catches your fancy or you have any cravings for something else."

[foxlawed]

life  ...had  taken  quite  the  turn  for  new  haven's  werefolks'  head  of  council.  it  felt  like  the  universe  was  out  to  get  him  for  something  he  didn't  know  he'd  done,  because  after  punishing  him  with  heart  break  for  half  his  life,  universe  gave  him  back  what  he  lost  &  let  him  taste  what  that  was  like  for  ...  not  even  remotely  long  enough  before  taking  it  from  him  again.  permanently.  how  he  was  still  going...  he  didn't  know  for  sure,  but  here  he  was.

getting  up  every  morning,  grabbing  coffee  &  breakfast  if  he  could  &  then  he  headed  to  his  office.  he  used  to  sleep  at  said  office,  but  with  his  body  changing  ..  a  bed  was  more  of  less  essential.  aiden  ..  had  been  a  great  help.  he  was  understanding  &  he  had  that  same  streak  of  must  take  care  of  other  people  patrick  had  in  him  when  it  came  to  nathan  or  his  little  brother.

nathan  needed  someone  like  that  in  his  life  &  while  at  first  he  might've  been  in  this  for  simply  that,  it  was  so  much  more  nowadays.  he  was  looking  forward  to  his  trips  to  the  shop  &  tried  to  make  time  for  one  every  day,  but  if  not  ...  aiden  had  his  back.  he  didn't  know  how  he  deserved  him,  but  nathan  was  grateful.  life  was  not  easy  &  it  was  getting  more  difficult  every  day.

"morning."  softest  of  smiles,  though  there  was  always  that  little  voice  in  his  head  that  he  shouldn't  be  happy  -  he  shouldn't  enjoy  another  person's  company  when  he  could  no  longer  enjoy  spending  time  with  the  love  of  his  life  &  that  only  reminded  him  that  it  should've  been  the  other  way  around.  but  mother  nature  -  as  the  time  travelers  called  her...  was  not  a  just  goddess.

"hmmmm,  i  think  today....  i'll  stick  with  regular.  thanks,  aiden."  making  it  sound  like  he  didn't  always  go  for  regular.  nathan  ...was  a  fox  of  habit.  "how  are  you  doing?  busy  day  ahead? want me to sit anywhere special today?" moving & living his own every-day life was getting more exhausting. he was carrying extra with him after all...

[renegadesstuff]

THIS WAS SO HOT 🔥😩

[joeythephatone]

[ex0rin]

Shawn Ashmore as Lamplighter | The Boys

[foxlawed]

@ofwings-andclaws

new haven was a fantastical place in its very own, very unique way. its system surely was unique across the world - at least as far as they knew & it was quite efficient, if nathan was one to judge. communism sparked with a reward system and sprinkled with capitalism. but exactly that system meant that nathan could be the workaholic he was raised to be. being a district attorney - or as they called him here lovingly, a prosecutor was good work, but the cases he got were ... tame most of the time. new haven was, funnily enough, a rather peaceful place to live. if trenton's existence was ignored.

nathan liked to ignore him until he ...barged into his office. at which point in time he definitely couldn't ignore his existence anymore, unfortunately. still. nathan did more than just his normal lawyer work, given that he chose the rarest form of cases in new haven to be his profession, he spent the remaining time doing simpler work. property cases, family cases - nathan took on most he found. it was trivial work, but he didn't mind, so long as it kept him busy.

soft knock on the door before it opened a little. "your four o'clock appointment is here. want me to let him in?"

he.. thought he had a little longer, but .. sure. nathan gave a little nod in return, "yeah, i'm good. thanks." setting aside the papers of a case that wasn't this one, nathan fixed his tie & sat up straight & had his smile ready for his client's arrival when ... the man he sees is .. definitely an unexpected sight. "zed? that you?" wait. he was back? "hey, hi. uh, sit."

[foxlawed]

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜ (frat jock Pat we love)

@ofwings-andclaws

nathan never thought he'd find himself dating a jock, the kind of guys who used to make fun of him in school - who'd cackle & point fingers when nathan found himself overwhelmed by the voices. god, school time had to have been the worst. but... here he was, head over heels for that kind of boy whose main goal in life was to ... well, he didn't know what it was patrick wanted. other than becoming a lawyer of course. they were at law school after all.

honestly? he didn't mind in the slightest. patrick was wonderful, he was nothing like those kids who tormented him growing him. not that nathan spent a lot of time thinking about them anymore, but ... sometimes - in cases like this, it popped up in his head & the urge to share with someone was ... quite big. he didn't, though. what happened in school... would die with him. well, if patrick ever asked he might tell him, but the selkie had no reason to.

it didn't affect nathan much at all, he'd ... been through so much worse & had come to find his worth... in himself. at least partially. patrick by his side only enhanced that feeling. the alpha was wonderful to him & he couldn't really complain - so he didn't.

they were supposed to go out, eat in a fancy little restaurant, have a good time, maybe.... he could stay at patrick's place. he'd like that a lot. but first he had to show. he was late. which was... strange. it was usually nathan running late because he had too many assignments, too many extra courses, too many teachers & too much family shit to juggle, but no... he was here.

hands folded in his lap, nathan had sat down on top of a half wall, feet dangling just a few millimeters above ground, feeling slightly bored in his wait, but it didn't take too long until he caught a scent, too. he glanced up when he heard footsteps approach & shot the other the softest of smiles.

but instead of a normal greeting, patrick let one of his lines roll & ..nathan frowned. uh, no? it's a planet... it can't be. that attitude was exactly why the jocks in school didn't like him. who liked nerds anyway, right? "i don't, but... thanks."

[foxlawed]

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex. (Trenton)

@ofwings-andclaws (non-con / dub-con as per usual for these two bc reasons)

claws dug into a muscled bicep behind him, the other fought with a couch pillow in a desperate attempt to escape, but the paws on him were unforgiving. one fisted his short hair with ease, the other held onto his tail. trenton caught him off-guard. in his own goddamn home. again. nathan might or might not have taken a few pictures for his online presence (it was grindr) with his tail out & felt quite proud of them, so mischief had taken over & he laid down on the living room couch for a little nap, which was when the bear struck.

he woke to torn clothes & grubby paws all over him, leaving not only sparks of something in their wake, but bruises, too as trenton was incapable of gentleness & nathan bruised so very easily. tried to escape, but it was to no avail. the firm tug to his tail actually has him gasp, but not in pain & he hated himself for it. it wasn't his fault, he didn't have it out a lot, so he wasn't used to the sensations as much as he was to others.

pleas & spite were useless this time, too. as per usual. trenton took what trenton wanted. those who refused or stood in his way would regret it & nathan did, every single day of his life. he wished he never took the damn case, but then again - he hadn't exactly been presented with an option. if only he could go back in time, he'd change everything about their meeting, including the lack of security. god, regret was laid on thick again tonight.

trenton never quite... waited long. clothes were exterminated, nathan's will to live challenged & diminished at the same time & then trenton would take what he came for. him. the alpha usually stayed away long enough for nathan to fully recover, so when he did return it was like they'd never met before & nathan's struggle began anew. he fuckin' hated his guts.

protest was swiftly silenced with a paw wrapping around the fox's throat, squeezing tight & tighter - usually tighter rather than just tight. mostly because nathan fought down to the teeth, with everything he had. at least at first. but when trenton pushed nathan to near unconsciousness & every permitted breath felt like heaven's gift, resistance dwindled & hopelessness took root.

nathan rarely faced trenton when they fucked (was that even accurate? it wasn't they, it was trenton), so the fox tended to try avoid as much around him as possible, but when fangs came down on an earlobe & a low growl rumbled in the alpha's chest & against his ear, promising even more regret & disgust (at himself), because the omega reacted to it.

it wasn't his fault.

[foxlawed]

Attic:

What is the character afraid of?

How do they deal with bad memories?

What is this character’s role in a horror movie?

How do they hide their secrets?

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most?

@ofwings-andclaws; more headcanon thiiiiings. <3

What is the character afraid of?

if we're being completely honest, he's afraid of a bunch of things even though he'd never really admit to it. one. he's afraid of deep water, so like ... when swimming, he won't really go in further than halfway above the belly, which mostly stems from the fact he can't swim, but nobody knows he can't. literally nobody. other than that he's afraid of monkeys because when he was a kid he saw planet of apes and for whatever reason, it terrified him & that fear is .. not extreme, but monkeys do make him quite uncomfortable.

last but not least & definitely his biggest fear.... that he grows old alone, with no mate, no family, nobody to even notice if he died & he knows the reason for that is that he pushed people away in fear of being rejected, but ... yeah, he can't really help it.

How do they deal with bad memories?

this one's easy. work, work, work, keeping busy & pretending nothing ever happened until he's so stressed & exhausted & frustrated he finds someone to yell at or have s*x with.

What is this character’s role in a horror movie?

oh no. XD nathan actually fits several. like, if we're saying teen horror movie.... the virgin & the nerd - or both at the same time. if we're talking adults, the nerd & the sceptic. or part of the couple that is so busy making out they don't see the killer's coming for their booties, because ..when he's with someone he loves, he goes blind for everything around him.

How do they hide their secrets?

with silence & by heavy verbal denial if someone should hint at a possible secret. he doesn't have a lot of secrets, though, because he's usually a quite honest person who stands by what he does.

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most?

that one's difficult. i'm torn between wrath & lust, although pride & envy tend to pop up, too.

[foxlawed]

[ TACKLE ]  for  sender  to  tackle  receiver  into  a  freshly  accumulated  pile  of  leaves.

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this fall marked four months of nathan & patrick being together, which was the longest (& first) relationship nathan had ever been in, but regardless of that, it .. was exciting. classes were off for a few more weeks, so nathan & patrick got to enjoy their days together. being able to spend time with the other without having to worry about essays & homework was actually quite nice.

they'd been out for breakfast together & were on the way back home - home being patrick's apartment, because nathan had pretty much moved in over the semester break & likely after that, too. although he'd wait with that & see if patrick wanted him to stay. he didn't dare assume - just yet. patrick could've felt different about living together, so while nathan hoped the alpha had enjoyed their time together as much as he did, he wasn't going to say anything until he did. yep.

somewhat lost in thought, which didn't go unnoticed by patrick, it seemed, he was walking one moment & the next he fell. or rather, he was flying into a huge pile of leaves. they'd been woken by the damn leaf blower, so this did count as revenge, right? if only in his mind, because on the outside, nathan protested heavily to the weight on top of him.

"you're so heavy. help. i can't breathe." they were fully covered in leaves, the huge pile spread across the area, too & patrick didn't even twitch. "paaaaaaaat." arms fell to his sides in defeat, his last breath left his lungs.... death by alpha cuddles.

but patrick wouldn't stand by & watch, so he - if jokingly, pressed a kiss to his omega's lips, blowing air into his mouth & chuckling when nathan started struggling again.

"still alive after all, huh?"

"uh, duhhh. you know how a body still twitches after it dies? see? that."

"and it talks, too?"

"maybe you just brought me back super fast."

"hmmmmm. we'll have to try that again." patrick hummed as he lowered his body against the other's again, squishing him underneath, though they both knew it wasn't actually lethal.

"ugh, you gotta start working out. you're too heavy."

fangy grin announced patrick was up to no good, "i know a way and we can start right now." & with that he trailed kisses down the fox's neck, mixed little nips & bites in - because he knew nathan liked it when patrick left marks all across his body - especially in places seen by everybody.

"....on a pile of leaves? no way! there's bugs and stuff."

"aw, c'mon. you said i should work out. i only want you happy, my dear fox."

"but not here! work out at home!" goddamnit, he wasn't going to include anything with more legs than 2 in their sex life. no thank you.

"alright." patrick stood faster than nathan even realized the weight off his chest was gone & pulled the fox up & after him faster than the damn police.

"where are we going???"

"my bed."

[foxlawed]

“Is that my shirt?” (CE!)

@ofwings-andclaws

nathan's first night at nathan's apartment & he couldn't... possibly feel happier. no seriously, he couldn't. the night had been amazing, patrick was amazing - he was away from home & that cramped little dorm room, which was amazing & nathan had never been ...more free than he was right now. if a little sore. patrick was a big sea puppy with puppy eyes & the gentlest smile, but he definitely was no puppy in bed. no.

still, they ... it was like they were made for each other. at least... nathan felt like they were. he couldn't look into patrick's head obviously, but he prayed that he felt the same. he prayed to a god he didn't even believe in. he'd give anything for this to work out, for them to just ... for them to last. they'd barely met & nathan was the last to believe in love at first sight - or love in general, but honestly?

he believed.

there was no denying it. he'd fallen for him - hard & pretty much instantly. the moment patrick's arms had caught him & their eyes met nathan knew he met his soulmate & while he'd not seen a chance for him to actually get him, he knew patrick was the one. he couldn't even say why. he had no explanation, which - for a son of lawyers in a family of lawyers would likely be considered blasphemy.

but it was what it was.

& patrick seemed to try extra hard to convince nathan of what he already knew. not that he told him. he didn't want patrick to think he was a hopeless cause, or one of those omegas who fell in love with every alpha giving them attention, because that wasn't the case. he hoped. no, no. it wasn't. patrick was special.

when nathan woke this morning, with an alpha wrapped around him, he... for the first time in a long time, turned off his alarm & nuzzled back into that alpha he'd likely die for without asking questions. he shouldn't mess up his rhythm, but he didn't really care at that moment. he could worry about fixing it for classes on monday.

although, when he woke a second time he was alone in bed. hm. he sat up slowly & rubbed his eyes & stifled a little yawn. the fox glanced around the room, but his handsome alpha was nowhere to be found. neither were his clothes. where.... had he taken them? he maneuvered himself out of bed & came to stand on wobbly legs, but nothing a little stretch & patience couldn't fix.

"patrick?" was he in the bathroom? hmmmmm. he... shouldn't..... but if patrick left him alone..... sly fox snuck to poke his nose into the selkie's closet, sniffing excitedly, his very much visible tail definitely wagging as he found himself practically slapped across the face with the alpha's scent. soft hum on his lips, he picked something & pulled it from the pile of clothes. yes, he wanted that shirt - or sweater from the middle of the pile. no, another wouldn't do.

putting it on, he couldn't help purr as fingers danced over the soft fabric, but he couldn't help jump when patrick's voice disturbed his little journey of freedom.

"is that my shirt?"

"not anymore, no. you see, by law ... i confiscated it for illegal storage, illegal sustenance residues and .. because it smells like you. all very valid reasons for a confiscation and there's nothing you can do about it, unless you're willing to take this to court." bright blue eyes grinned at the other, tugging the shirt down a little to cover his groin, his bright white tail swishing behind him. he.. couldn't help it. sometimes the sly fox in him just won. "i'm two semesters ahead, so... if you did, i'd totally win and you'd have to pay court fees.... reparations... you know? that's more kisses than you could ever give me."