HEYYYY WE HAVE THE BOYS!! STUFFIE AND FANG FROM THE FELL AU!! They were the first thing that came to mind hehe!
Sorry for the lazy drawing (and for being kinda late, it's still Day 5 where I live but idk for y'all-) but I didn't have much time! Hopefully, the next day is gonna be WAY better (it's my fav)!
I like their current design and how much it differs from classical Fell Aus (and their concept as well)! I think it's worth appreciating!!
(It’d be so hella chaotic, just eret giving snotlout a sweet small peck on the cheek before getting MAULED by Snotlout’s desperate-ass kiss; just straight up all teeth and tongue. Snotlout does NOT know how to kiss ✨)
yes, captain !!
It's the end of the night, and Snotlout still isn't positive if Eret had taken him on a date or not. It had all been so romantic, but the older man had also been his same, arrogant, deliberately obnoxious self. It's dizzying, being on such unsure footing. Eret is the only man who can make him feel this way; so lost and confused yet all at once safe.
"Tonight was..." Snotlout trails off. He struggles with his words at the best of times.
"I had a good time, Lout," Eret says, voice warm and inviting. "I'm surprised."
And there it is! The little jabs that throw Snotlout off balance. Snotlout is certain that he'd know what to do if this were a fight, or a romantic dance, but it feels somehow like neither and both at the same time. Eret is utterly baffling in all the best and worst ways.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He snaps back, perhaps a little too sharp. Or not sharp enough.
Eret laughs-- laughs!-- as if what Snotlout had said was funny. "Just that you're nice to be around, darling. Despite all that attitude."
He might scream. Actually, he will scream. He shouts, face hot and hands covering his face. "You keep doing that! Acting all sweet and charming, making me think this is something more. Then you insult me!" He growls, trying to gather his words. "What are we?"
Snotlout finally looks back up at Eret and is met with the taller man much too close to his face. Eret's hands grasp his shoulders before he can leap back.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Eret says simply.
Eret then drags Snotlout into a gentle, almost innocent kiss. The soft press of Eret's lips over his own makes Snotlout's heart jump into his throat. He can hear his blood rushing as Eret drags a roughly calloused thumb over his cheekbone in a delicate pattern.
To Snotlout's disappointment, Eret pulls back without deepening the kiss. He can't stop himself when he sees Eret's dark eyes and parted lips.
Snotlout surges forward and drags Eret into a desperate kiss, all clashing teeth and tongue and rough presses. He can't tell how it happens, too focused on the sharp sting of Eret biting his lip and the faintest taste of sweet, floral mead that lingers on Eret's tongue from earlier this evening, but he ends up with his back slammed up against the exterior of his hut. Hands, rough with years of sailing and fighting yet always so gentle and sweet with him, grip his thighs like they're a lifeline.
Snotlout's own hands tangle in Eret's long, dark hair, gripping and tugging him closer. He whines in a way that would typically embarrass him, but he can't quite find it in himself to feel anything but the hard press of Eret's entire body against him.
Eret pulls back, looking just as disheveled and debauched as Snotlout feels. They pant, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, before Eret laughs.
"Does that answer your question?" Eret asks, smirk looking less cocky and more playful.
Snotlout blinks, feeling very dumb. "What question?"
