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The A-Team Kink Meme
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Last Thursday I went to see this new movie called The A-Team. I fell in love with it and the characters, but lo and behold when I arrived to livejournal to look for fandom and fic, there was none! What a dilemma. After seeing several secrets on Fandomsecrets of other fans not ( Read more... )
Okay, so hopefully this can get off the ground. Let's hit it.
Last Thursday I went to see this new movie called The A-Team. I fell in love with it and the characters, but lo and behold when I arrived to livejournal to look for fandom and fic, there was none! What a dilemma. After seeing several secrets on Fandomsecrets of other fans not ( Read more... )
At first, B.A had drawn the small stick.
Their minds changed quickly when Hannibal and Face arrived to the household to find clumps of fur everywhere, and Murdock miraculously on the high shelter of a tree branch, which B.A was barking at.
It seemed he'd jump from the window ledge to reach it, something none of them questioned.
And so, that was how it came to be that he resided with Face.
His shifting was off; almost bi-polar. Human and speaking one minute, a bundle of uncontainable energy the next, literally bouncing off walls and chewing up Face's shoes.
It took numerous chomps and snaps and even throttles to prove to Murdock that you do not. fuck. with an alpha's belongings. They got on well for the most part (as they had previously in their... relationship), but it was hard to sleep when every interval your slumber buddy was altering states. Murdock would always apologize, either vocally as a human or with a whimper in wolf mode, cold nose always nudging in the most uncomfortable spots.
It was keeping him on a short leash when full moon's came about that it got really difficult.
He was still zaney and insane, even as a wolf. He bounded one way then flipped over himself to go the other way all in the same millisecond, falling into streams and bashing off of luming tree's.
And always. Always. Grating nerves.
Hannibal took it for so long until he snapped. And snapped hard.
He lunged, snarling, catching Murdock in the ear and spinning him about to bash his paws against his nose, before shifting his maw to get a grip on his neck, effectively subduing him. Instead of watching like a good second in command, instincts had Face moving and attempting to over-throw Hannibal.
It all ended in sore egos, heaving pants and wound-licking.
While Murdock panted away happily, a gung-ho happy look plastered all over his stupid puppy-like face.
I can't wait until he's matured, rumbled Hannibal, treating the pad of his paw with his tongue.
He lucky he ain't dead yet, B.A bared his teeth from where he was perched, and Murdock ducked his head, resting completely flat.
M'sorry friends, real yup sorry, Murdock's English in canine form was still broken, and would be for some time. No one doubted it for a moment.
As the sun came to a curious rise, the four regarded each other, and Face huffed as fur crumbled away from skin, turning pinky warm instead of cow-patterened.
'Til next week, folks.
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Thanks for posting!
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:3
But seriously, we can never get enough werewolf fic. EVER.
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