vincent. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • thread tracker.

Is that [IAN BOHEN]? No, that’s [VINCENT HALE]. The [39] year old [OMEGA] [MALE] is a [HEALER] in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [KIND] & [CARING], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [INSECURE] & [JEALOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BREEDING & EXHIBITIONISM] but don’t even think about trying [SCAT & GORE] with them.

send in " nodding off... " for the exhausted sender to fall asleep against the receiver's shoulder, and for the receiver's response to this. @howlingkiefman

liam always worked so hard. not that vincent didn't take his job seriously, he did. but liam's work was so tough, the heat all day, the sheer force he needed to work the iron.. yeah.. vincent watched him. always. sometimes. he often worked longer than he had to & vincent didn't say anything, because he .. well, he didn't know why. liam liked his job, maybe that was why. or maybe he didn't want to appear like he was jealous of liam's job.

....he really wasn't.

he also never thought about liam working him like he did his stupid iron.

but after long days, of which vincent spent half in the blacksmith shop to keep his alpha friend company, they got to spend a little time together. the highlight of his every day, honestly.

vincent was just rambling about his day & things he heard & found interesting - he usually was the only one talking, other than a few comments from liam. but that was okay. liam's voice was ... that low rumble did things to him... he preferred silence, really. or he would go insane with want.

some nights they'd stay late, just sitting on the floor, their backs against a wall & watching the nightsky through the windows. he loved those nights. he's just whisper little dreams & wishes while liam listened, but tonight he felt a new weight against his shoulder & he heard the alpha's breath slow. curious eyes glanced down his side & lips curved around the softest of smiles - the kind that was dripping with fondness.

fingers trailed down the alpha's arm... slowly as to not wake him & across liam's thigh where they found their counterpart to entwine with. soft little sigh, he let his head rest against the other's, he wasn't going to wake him. he needed the rest.

@howlingkiefman

most of his time when he didn't work these days was spent watching the love of his life, liam at work. it wasn't nearly as romantic, though, because vincent was too afraid to confess & liam barely spoke to begin with. he knew the alpha liked him, cared about him - but... how? was he still the little boy that needed protecting? was he an omega that needed supervision to him? or... or did he like him.... like.. more than family? he didn't dare dream.

he wants to know. he would die to find out, but how? if he tells him & liam only cares about him in a .. normal way, they'd never be the same & vincent couldn't lose him. he couldn't.

so.. he watched, always. that little voice in the back of his head whispering - always. yearning.. it hurt. liam was so close, vincent would give him the world, if only he showed he wanted it. wanted him. he wasn't a bad catch, was he?

elbow on the table, his chin on the palm of his hand.. just watching, he let out a little sigh. liam heard & spun around, so he shot him a smile, though that faltered quickly when the alpha of his dreams unbuttoned his shirt - yes, liam the forge was hot, but did he have to?

there it was again, longing lodged so deep within him he didn't know how to deal with it. it hurt, it ate him up from the inside, it made his heart throb. mother wolf, please give me strength.

apparently the trick to get into an alpha's heart was ... ale. well, it wasn't as romantic a setting as he'd imagined their first proper kiss to be, but beggars couldn't be choosers, right? they were out with friends, just having a calm evening at the tavern, making fun & laughing about the stupidest things, when he noticed liam's eyes on him. the faint blush tainting his cheeks at the knowledge hopefully didn't blow his cover, because vincent tried to pretend not to notice.

but he could feel those beautiful blue eyes on him & so he glanced to his side again, where this time - he was met with more than a simple stare. without warning, liam had pulled him in closer by the collar of his shirt, had cupped his face with a hand & done the unthinkable. they kissed.

they finally kissed, after weeks of pining & hoping liam would notice how madly in love vincent was with him, but at the same time hesitant because he didn't want to push liam into anything. now here they were, almost making out in the middle of the tavern.

liam was not playing fair. vincent was trying to behave, he was trying to be good & watch the alpha work in peace, but he had to roll up his sleeves - just like that. like it was the most normal thing in the world to do & not a personal attack to vincent's patience.

his arms were.. sculpted by mother wolf herself. they were true perfection, especially when they glistened in sweat & hard work. vincent wanted to crawl over, get on his knees & lick. but no, they weren't .. they didn't.. they hadn't... yet. he was too chickenshit to tell liam how he felt & liam.. well, he wasn't exactly chatty himself.

no. definitely. (hope so ahahaha)

❔ - How to tell your muse is horny?

Vincent gets all hands-on snuggly when he's horny. He'll sneak around the object of his desire & rub against them like a cat, widdle down their defenses one by one. If he has someone he's horny for anyway. Otherwise he'll snuggle up with the next best thing. He will, also, sprawl across that person's lap & stretch all across them.