#i gave him cat ears on complete accident

[sonicvoid]

Shoutout Soundwave

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝓊𝒾𝒹 ༻

You’re one of the Druids from the grove, captivated by the tieflings you decide to wild-shape into a cat in order to get closer to them. It’s all going smoothly until one night you lose control of your magic and you return to your humanoid form.

- These are all separate scenarios

Dammon - Rolan - Zevlor - PRT 2 (Click Here)

-𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃-

Unbeknownst to Dammon, you, one of the druids, observed him quietly from afar. At first you were drawn to his breathtaking blue eyes, but as time passed you became drawn to not only his strength, but his dedication to his craft. You longed for a way to connect with him, but if any of the others were to catch you, especially Kagha… There would be hell to pay, and it wouldn’t be you paying for it, no, it would be Dammon. Determined to get closer to him, you devised a plan. Using your wild shape you transformed yourself into a sleek and agile feline, complete with a delicate pink ribbon around your neck.

Under the guise of a cat, you started visiting Dammon at his forging station. Of course, Dammon noticed you, a peculiar feline with a pink bow wrapped around their neck as you appeared at his forging station. “Hello there,” Dammon held his hand out to you waiting for a sign that it was okay to give you a gentle pet, “Are you lost little girl?” You rubbed your head against the palm of his hand, your eyes closed and your tail pointed up. He softly laughed, “Well then, I guess I don't mind the company. Stay as long as you’d like.” Ripping up what little he had left of his meat, he gave it to you before continuing his work.

As the days went on, Dammon would awaken to find you perched on the wooden barrel next to his bedroll or curled up next to the dancing flames of his forge. While he hammered away at his steel you would watch him with an intensity that seemed to mirror his own passion for his craft. Dammon couldn't help but notice how you watched him intently as he worked, curiously, he could have sworn he saw a hint of blush on your tiny furry cheeks whenever he lifted his shirt, exposing his glistening chest as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

Dammon chuckled, "Are you sure you're just a cat?" Still dazed for a moment, your feline eyes wide and ears back as you stared at him finally shook your head and responded with nothing but an innocent meow. Being a cat it wasn’t hard for you to distract him allowing your more playful side to shine through as you attempted to pounce on the tip of his tail. Succeeding in distraction, you found it heartwarming to see it brought another smile to his face. He even lifted his tail allowing you to jump at it. You didn’t know it, but Dammon cherished all these lighthearted interactions. Every single time he saw you he’d think to himself that It’s been a while since he’s awoken looking forward to something.

Your bond with him grew as the tieflings continued their stay at the grove. You began to rub your small frame against Dammon's leg and received gentle pats on your head in exchange. Soon, Dammon would come to find you sleeping at his side at night or comfortably perched above his head on his pillow. Each night he’d find himself sleeping with a smile on his face and again, he swore he could see the feline doing the same.

Soon you’d find the right time to tell him the truth about you, but for now you only wished to bask in his warmth, content with where things were at the time.

However, fate had other plans for you, something went awry. One night as you were curled atop Dammon's chest your wild shape dropped by accident while lost in a peaceful slumber… In the late night as you shifted back to your humanoid form, Dammon awoke, feeling an unexpected weight upon his chest. As his vibrant eyes opened, he was greeted with a surprise.

There, nestled atop of him, lay one of the druids, you, with the same pink bow his feline friend had worn. Your head was tucked into him, breathing gently as you continued your blissful sleep. Dammon, startled yet calm, couldn't help but blush at the sight before him, you were absolutely stunning… And, and very nude. Quickly, Dammon pulled the sheets over your figure, wanting to protect your modesty. With softened eyes, Dammon couldn’t stop himself from stroking the top of your head, "Thank you". Overwhelmed with emotions, he wrapped his arms and tail around you, holding you gently, and closed his eyes, content to share this intimate moment with you and hopefully more to come.

-𝑅𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃-

You felt bad for the tieflings, no one deserves to be treated this way. Your people were acting out which wasn’t usually like them, wasn't like most of them anyway… Granted you’d never seen one in person until now, but still, they were no devils. Wanting to get closer to them you decided to wild shape in the form of a cat to observe and understand the tielfings better. One caught your attention right away, his name Rolan according to the two others standing beside him, arguing. This tiefling frequented sour moods so you decided to get closer to him best you could and extend a helping paw.

The moment you came around him and his siblings, Rolan was skeptical and guarded, he’d never seen a cat like you around before, but now all of a sudden you show up. He waves his foot in front of you dismissing your attempts to befriend him, “Shoo! Scram you damn beast.”

His sister, Lia, interjected, urging him, “Rolan! Be kind! It’s just a harmless cat” You sat on your tail, shaking your shoulders as you held your head high as if agreeing with his sister. Rolan scrunches his face, scoffing, “What if it’s one of the druids? We can’t be careless, Lia!”

Lia countered, “All the more reason to be kind.”

As the days moved forward, so did your attempts. Each time you fussed over Rolan, a spark of irritation would flash in his eyes. Whenever you strove to rub yourself against his leg he’d lightly push you back or move it before you could, which caused you to face plant into the ground… And whenever you tried to jump at his tail he’d hastily pull it away from you, squinting at you with disgust, “As if I'd allow you to touch me,” Your furry cheeks puffed out as you let out your own scoff for once, “I've got my eyes on you, cat.”

However, Rolan couldn't deny that each spark of irritation was beginning to flicker less and less. With each passing day, your feline antics became almost endearing. The sight of the pink-ribboned cat became a constant in his life and surprisingly, he found he was beginning to enjoy your feline company.

"Why are you so persistent?" he asked you one day, wondering if he’d get an answer back, but you only purred, weaving yourself between his legs instead of answering him with words.

Rolan found himself developing an odd friendship with you. He found that your presence alleviated his stress and provided comfort, something he hadn’t realized he craved.

One night, under the blanket of stars, Rolan sat on a log outside the grove, his lips vocalizing his thoughts aloud, “I should have left this place already. Staying any longer would be a mistake!” Registering his tone, your ears pushed back, but still you continued to approach him. Maybe there was something you could do to ease his mind.

Hopping onto his lap you softly nudge your head against his chest purring as your tail flicked up and glided across his chin before finding peace on his lap. Sighing, he looked down at you, “Even if you are one of the druids,” he murmured, scratching behind one of your ears, “You don’t seem like the rest. Perhaps I wouldn’t mind your company.”

For all you know you had let your guard down, hell maybe it was because him scratching your ear felt so good, or maybe this was Silvanus nudging things forward… But you instantaneously transformed back to your humanoid self, naked and sitting on the tieflings lap…

Instinctively, Rolan grasped your hips to prevent you from falling, his infernal cheeks darkening at the sight of you. Your own face flushed with embarrassment, swiftly trying to cover yourself.

“R-Rolan! I-I didn’t mean. I didn’t mean for this to happen! I- i lost control and i- i… I’m so sorry!” You bowed your head, far too frozen to move off him from shock that this happened. You were thankful to the oak father that it was only the two of you out here though.

As the initial shock subsided, "I knew there was something peculiar about you," he growls, his grip loosening from your hips.

You reveal your name just as Rolan is about to release you to slip off his lap, “I didn’t mean to scare you! I- I originally just wanted to help ease your mind while you were here, and then i grew-” You looked away from him, “I grew to appreciate your company, i didn’t want to ever leave your side.”

Rolan’s gaze softened, and he found himself lost in your eyes as you looked to the side. He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some kind of connection between the two of you now. With a hint of a smile, Rolan reassured you, “Not scared, nor surprised really,” He carefully released his hands from your hips so he could conjure up a robe for you. Slipping it over your shoulders, Rolan covers you, “I suppose I did say I wouldn't mind your company, no reason to change that now. Besides, I can’t wait to stick it in Lia and Cal’s face that I was right about you.”

-𝒵𝑒𝓋𝓁𝑜𝓇-

Zevlor was engrossed in a map of the lands until movement caught his attention. Looking up from his stone desk his eyes met with a beautiful cat with a pink bow wrapped delicately around its neck. Its silky black fur glistened from the sun that poked through the cracks of the cave and the dimly lit candles, and its vibrant green eyes gleamed with an intelligence that surpassed that of an ordinary feline.

“Greetings, and just who might you be?” As he approaches, the feline gazes up at him with a longing in its eyes, as if seeking companionship.

Unbeknownst to the tiefling, this cat was not an ordinary feline but rather you, a Druid who had admired him since his arrival at the grove. Enchanted by Zevlor's purity of heart, you had taken on the form of a cat to get closer to him, to experience the warmth of his touch and be near him.

You gracefully hopped onto Zevlor's stone desk, emitting a subtle meow as though inviting him into your world. Zevlor's heart had softened as he extended his hand and gently stroked your furry head… You closed your feline eyes, basking in the touch of his kind hand. Your very own warmth against his hand, a gentle caress to his troubled soul.

As the days passed, you became a constant visitor in Zevlor's cave. You would lie on the stone desk, your head occasionally tilting in apparent fascination as Zevlor read over his books and maps. It always made him feel as if you were reading alongside him, sharing in his knowledge. In the evenings, you would curl up on his lap, purring in contentment, easing the weight of his isolation.

Then came the night that changed everything. While nestled at his side as you both slept soundly you had dropped your disguise on accident leaving you vulnerable to his eyes when he woke.

In the middle of the night Zevlor had finally stirred from his deep sleep, immediately he sensed a weight of warmth permeating his being, a sensation that had long been forgotten. When Zevlor’s eyes finally opened, he found himself face to face with a breathtaking view, you.

A stunned silence befell Zevlor as he connected the dots, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Tracing his fingers gently over the pink bow, careful not to wake you, the beautiful Druid who laid next to him was the same creature who kept him company during his lonely nights. The one he had affectionately named Blossom due to your pink bow, Zevlor had petted it countless of times as you purred under his touch…

Despite being as careful as he could, Zevlor had caused you to awaken. Blinking your eyes awake you lean your head up to look at him, a smile creeping on your lips as you stretch out to him… Only it isn’t paws you come to see but rather your actual hands… Your eyes grew wide and suddenly you’re looking at him with a face redder than even his skin. You sit up in a panic and as you sit up in his bedroll his thin blanket glides off your body revealing that you’re in the nude. Cheeks burning with embarrassment and a trace of fear in your eyes, you scramble to cover yourself with the thin blanket.

It all happened within a matter of seconds and despite looking away as fast as he could to ease your embarrassment, Zevlor did in fact catch a glimpse at what happened… He swore he would have a heart attack with how fast his heart was beating.

"I-i I’m so sorry! I can explain..." You began, your gaze not being able to look at him.

Zevlor simply shook his head, cutting you off. "There’s no need, I owe you my thanks.”

You don’t know why you were so surprised, you knew this man was the embodiment of kindness, but still, you felt terrible for this. "I… I didn't mean for you to find out this way..." You admitted, clutching the blanket close to your chest.

“I understand. But, I’m grateful to you. For keeping me company all this time.” Zevlor offered you a comforting smile, “If I may?” He reached over grabbing the only spare shirt he had and offered it to you.

Touched by his understanding and warmth, you accepted the shirt with a shy smile and pulled it over your head, "Thank you, Zevlor," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude, “Would it be okay if I stayed just a bit longer?” You rubbed your arm, comforting yourself in case he said no. But luckily, Zevlor nodded, “I’ll leave you to the bedroll, I’ll sit at my desk.” He was such a gentleman but, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him here with you…

“C-could you stay here with me, please.”

He had an internal battle with himself, he wanted to be close to you, to feel your warmth against his body, but would that really be okay? But when your gaze meets his, he couldn’t deny the way you looked at him, plus the pink bow… Zevlor could see you desperately wished for him to stay with you like the other nights.

“Of course," he replied, "I'd be honored to stay with you, my dear." He settled himself beside you, the heat of his body pressing against yours. You couldn't help but lean into him, craving the contact, the intimacy that awaited.

[ocinstar]

Cat nap

Peter parker x fem!reader

Summary: after a long mission, you end up falling asleep on the shoulder of a certain spider boy.

Cw: blurb, fluff

A/n: I've been struggling with such bad writers block, so here's a blurb i managed to write. (Sorry if its not the best 😭)

Wc: 616

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Peter and I groaned in unison as we sat down on the jet. We sat there in complete silence, both our bodies aching after the 2 hour long mission we had just had. As the jet rose off the ground and took off, I felt my eyes grow tired.

"I never wanna stand again." I leaned back against the wall and blew the strand of hair that had fallen on my face away. All I got from peter in response was a weak groan of agreement. He leaned back with a huff, rolling his head to look at me.

"Do you think Mr. Stark will let me nap on his couch?" I turned my head to him.

"If he doesn't I'll put fart spray in his helmet." He gave me a tired chuckle. His loopy smile, tired eyes and messed up hair almost made me forget the aching pain across my whole body. Peter had a talent for making me feel better, or making me forget what there was to feel better about.

We both turn our heads forward, falling into a comfortable silence. The heat radiating from peter onto my arm and the quiet hum of the jet had my eyes feeling heavy. I found myself struggling to keep my head from tilting, slowly falling towards peter. I fought to stay awake, but soon enough my eyes closed and sleep overtook me.

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I let out a surprise gasp as i felt something hit my shoulder. I glanced over, feeling my heart start to race upon seeing a sleeping y/n. Her face was serine, calm breathing and a few strands of hair tickled her cheeks.

I felt my face heat up, turning a light shade of pink. I could hardly believe this was reality, that she was really asleep on my shoulder. My shoulder! The girl of my dreams, my long term crush, was now peacefully sleeping on me. I know she didn't mean to, that it was an accident, but yet that didn't stop the nervous smile creep up on my face.

I did my beat to stay perfectly still, doing my best not to wake her. She shifted her head slightly, causing more hair to fall on her face. Her nose twitched, insinuating the hairs were tickling her. I cautiously moved my hand to move from her face and tuck it behind her ear. She hummed lightly, a sound that made me weirdly happy.

I didn't move a muscle as she continued to nap peacefully on my shoulder. She stayed there for the entire ride home. Bucky and sam took notice of my situation and naturally teased me about it, making jokes and jabs for the other half of the ride.

It pained me when we landed, since that meant i had to wake her up. I contemplated not waking her, staying on the jet till she woke up on her own. But i assumed she'd want to sleep in her comfortable bed rather then my hard shoulder. So I called to her softly and shook my shoulder lightly. I watched as her eyes fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes now revealed.

"Hey there sleeping beauty." I joked softly. She looked ul at me, her eyes still hooded and half asleep. She gave me a tired, loopy smile and sat up.

"Um, sorry for passing out on you." Her cheeks darkened, an embarrassing tint linger on them.

"It's ok, you needed some sleep."

"Well, thanks." We both stared at each other awkwardly, neither of us knowing what to to next.

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" She asked, looking away. I nodded and we both stood, walking off to enjoy our night.

[dreamwatch]

Know When To Hold 'em

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #17 - Prompt: This One's For You | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: death of a parent, depression, grief, referenced drug abuse, alcoholism | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Wayne Munson, Eddie needs a hug, protective Steve, hurt/comfort

I'm sorry. :(

The first time it happened totally out of the blue.

It was their first big show in Indy, their home show, and of course Wayne wanted to be there, as much out of curiosity as anything. He didn’t hear a thing; Steve gave him a set of ear plugs and it was like he’d been handed a pot of gold. “I could have done with these years ago.” But he saw everything and he talked about that show to anyone that would listen, and a few that wouldn’t.

Eddie was over the goddamn moon about it so he told the audience, “My Uncle Wayne’s here tonight, everyone say 'hi Uncle Wayne!'” and five thousand people just— did it. Because Eddie asked them to. Even through the ear plugs Wayne heard it. Steve’s not sure he’s ever seen the old man blush before.

So it became a thing completely by accident. If Wayne was there they played The Gambler as the last song of the encore; like the flag at Buckingham Palace telling everyone the Queen was home: Uncle Wayne was in the house. The fans latched onto it straight away, and it was one of only a couple of songs that Eddie would sing. Wayne didn’t see the band play often but it didn’t matter where they were, the moment that song started up the crowd went wild; the roar of “Hi Uncle Wayne!” rolling through the audience before everyone sang along. And Wayne there at the edge of the stage shaking his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Eddie was in Germany when Wayne died. 

‘The best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep’, sang The Gambler, and that’s exactly what he did. Wayne would have got a kick out of that.

Breaking the news to Eddie was the most painful thing Steve’s ever had to do.

Tonight is their first night back after a two month hiatus. It feels too soon, but there are contracts, missed shows, obligations, and there’s only so much their manager can do to keep the label, promoters and lawyers away. 

Eddie’s dead eyed and lethargic; he’s started drinking again, Steve discreetly hid his pain medication when he noticed the bottle emptying faster than it should have. He sleeps with a belly full of Ambien and spends his day wrapped in Zoloft. Neither help.

But the show must go on, right? 

Despite everything, the grief, the fog of depression, when he walks out onto the stage he’s a supernova, the brightest of lights in the deepest of darks. He’s fucking dazzling. 

The crowd at the Market Square Arena are on fire, they explode when the band run on stage but Steve doesn’t miss the extra noise when Eddie gets out there. Eddie loosens up as the gig goes on, and by the end, when they take a bow together, he looks like a different man to the shell thats been haunting their home. 

There will be a crash later. Steve is already prepared for it.

The band come off drenched with sweat. Steve can see the pinched expression on Eddie’s face, the exertion after all this time lying around like a ghost has taken its toll on a body that has seen better days. But he still smiles at Steve as he hands off the guitar to his tech, his Sweetheart, only brought out for the encores now. 

“Was it okay?” Eddie asks him, towelling the sweat from his face.

“You were amazing,” is all Steve can manage right there, but he’s buzzing inside and there’s more he wants to say. But that’s for later, when it’s just them.

The band are handing off instruments, roadies scurrying around, breakdown already underway. There’s a lot happening, and you know, Steve’s hearing isn’t that great these days but there’s nothing wrong with his eyesight. He sees the little commotion over Eddie’s shoulder, the way people halt, ears pricking up like labradors. Jeff turns to Steve with wide eyes and Matt has stopped in his tracks. And then he sees the exact moment Eddie picks up on it, the furrowed brow, the soft tilt of the head.

The crowd are singing Wayne’s song.

Everyone stops. Roadies stand there like marionettes with their strings cut.

And Eddie…

He looks devastated, his hand flying up to his mouth like he’s trying to bury a sob, stopping the grief from breaking containment.

Steve can see the band over Eddie’s shoulder, heads nodding before they’re grabbing guitars back from their techs. He knows what they’re going to do, but there’s no way Eddie is up to it, they have to know that. Jeff slings an arm over Eddie’s shoulder, pulls him in, knocking his forehead against Eddie’s. And then Matty does it, Matty who doesn’t have a sentimental bone in his body, but Gareth is long gone, already running back onto the stage, crowd cheering at the sight of him, before Matty and Jeff follow him out. And they pick up where the crowd are and they play. Eddie usually sings it, but Jeff takes it tonight. 

Steve grabs Eddie’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “C’mon,” he says, pulling Eddie toward the side of the stage.

Steve loved Wayne, so fucking much. And maybe with all the help and care Eddie needed afterward, still needs, maybe Steve didn’t get a chance to grieve properly. He feels the ache in his chest, before he notices the calloused fingers wiping his tears away.

“He loved you, Steve.” He can’t reply, just nods, and Eddie holds him like he should be holding Eddie. And then he’s gone, out on to the stage, back with his band. No guitar, just sharing a mic with Jeff and joining as much as the tears will allow. And then the music cuts, Matty and Gareth joining them at the mic, and it’s just voices, nineteen thousand and four. Corroded Coffin, arms slung across shoulders, singing Wayne’s song. 

Singing to Wayne.

Yeah... I went there.

So, I had this idea months ago and parked it because I didn't know what to do with it. And then this prompt came along and BOOM!

[citruslullabies]

Could you do moments of Catnap acting like a cat now? Please?

Can do since they're super quick and easy!!

I have a feeling this is gonna be your guys' new favorite thing

Like Dogday, Catnap can make animal noises!

And more than just purring

Hes one of those cats with a cutie patootie face and a demonic meow

The feline was just laying around all day, dealing with glares from Dogday and Cubby trying to attack him. They just didn't understand why you let him inside, but he wasn't hurting anything; actually he wasn't very active when you weren't around.

But as soon as he heard that door click open, his ears shot up and he quickly stretched. Not wanting to seem like an overly clingy cat, he didn't act how he wanted to and just sat up. A Cheshire cat smile still makes its way to his face when you walk inside and rub between his ears though, watching as you walk into the living room and set your stuff down. He got up in all his tallness and made his way over to you; but the mini's and Dogday beat him to it. The purple cats ears fell and a low growl released from his throat, but he would be alright.

However when you continuously gave the four every ounce of your attention, not saving even a drop for him; he got annoyed and let out a loud obnoxious mrow. It would've sounded a lot better if his voice box wasn't absolute garbage from being damaged, but it obviously caught your attention and you immediately started to give him attention. "Awh, sorry kitty." You said softly, he purred loudly in your touch and looked at the others with a smug expression.

He knocks things over

Sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose

More than likely on purpose

The room was still and quiet in every corner, with the noise box playing and your eyes focused on the imagery it would show. Completely off into your own world before being startled when you heard glass shattering, looking over to the kitchen and narrowing your eyes. "What was that!?" You called out.

Guilty as can be, Catnap quickly tried to speak up despite how croaky his throat can be. "Nothing!" He cooed, trying to hide the fact that he was on the counter when he wasn't supposed to be. He stared at the broken glass below him, tail swaying as Peanuts came over with his eye filled with curiosity as he sniffed it. You however came to the rescue and gently shooed him away, spraying Catnap before sweeping up the glass. Catnap left with a hiss and escaped into the living room, ears flat as he was pouty for getting in trouble.

However... His eyes quickly caught sight of the TV that constantly took up your attention, and a mischievous look came across his face as he wiggled his tail and knocked it over. A loud crash echoed through the house with a certain kitty being proud of himself. "CATNAP!"

He has a really rough tongue

And since he absolutely adores you, likes to lick your face

Poor you

Getting ready for bed used to be easy, until you had various critters in your home at all times. You just wanted one night to yourself and thought that you had them all kicked out, but Catnap revealed himself from the shadows and quickly loafed on top of you before you could shoo him away. "Catnap." You said with a frown, but he purred away.

The loud rumbling of the purr being all you could hear as you stared off into space unamused, before feeling a very rough tongue try to lick your nose and in turn licking your entire face. It felt like someone took slightly damp sand paper to your face making you hiss and try to push Catnap's big head away, but he refused to stop and continued to nuzzle into you and lick your face.

Eventually he had enough and rolled off of you, walking over to the door all prissy like and exiting. He left you with a forcefully red and sore face and you covered in his scent; which none of the other critters would be happy about. With the door left open, you could hear Biscuits hissing at Catnap before sadly glaring at you like you betrayed him. Cats.

Thanks for requesting!

[scozthewoz]

mercs as cat breeds + kitty merc headcanons

inspired by/in collaboration with @joonliebe (i changed a few of them sorry pookie 💔)

kitty headcanons are from my cat fortress AU where all the mercs are cats that are foster fails because nobody wants those motherfuckers and now miss pauling is stuck with them all

spy ▪︎ persian - fancy and high maintenance. the signature bond villain cat

likes to be alone. needs to be taken to the groomer once a week or he gets pissed off and starts tearing up the couch. he has a very strict schedule and if his terms are not followed he throws a tantrum. he also sneaks out of the house and dissapears frequently. a dick to the rest of the cats, except scout for some reason.

heavy ▪︎ siberian - big boys with big coats, comes from siberia

the most well behaved cat there. scarred up and scary looking from his time in the pound, but he's suprisingly very quiet and peaceful. naturally chunky and big boned. miss pauling's favorite. he's a bonded pair with medic, they can normally be found grooming each other. he tends to wrangle scout when he's being too much, he doesn't like to see miss pauling stressed.

pyro ▪︎ sphynx - just a weird lookin thing. also an affectionate and energetic breed that likes to wreak havoc

peculiar little intersex kitty covered in burns, owners died in a house fire (that she may or may not have caused). both eyes are gone, but she navigates just fine. knows how to turn the stove on and has set multiple small fires. miss pauling puts him in cute little sweaters since he doesn't have any fur to keep him warm.

sniper ▪︎ savannah - hybrid of a house cat and a wild serval

very solitary, like spy, but not hostile to the others. owners were an old couple that died and it shook up the already shy cat. miss pauling doesn't need to feed him like the others since he sneaks out and hunts his own meals. almost completely silent unless he's sitting at the window and chirping at birds. evident dislike for spy. quiet and low maintenence so not a huge headache, but he tracks mud in the house. he's very skittish too, runs off or hides whenever there's company.

medic ▪︎ turkish angora - graceful. very majestic. cunty, even

on paper, he seems like a very good cat! he's an ex-service animal that still carries out some service tasks, like deep pressure therapy when miss pauling is getting anxious or retrieving stuff. only problem is that he loves bringing dead things inside, and he goes out of his way to rip it to shreds and get blood and guts ALL over the house. he also has a temper issue, and he needs little kitty glasses because his eyesight is shit.

engineer ▪︎ munchkin - haha short legs!! oh yeah, and they're pretty smart

used to be a workshop cat around for pest control, lost a leg in an accident. workshop guys gave him a kitty sized hardhat he gets very upset without. he's got a hard time jumping up on stuff since he not only has short legs, but he's got a prosthetic one too, so miss pauling made him a few kitty staircases up to his favorite spots. he likes stealing tools from neighbors and and scrap metal from outside and stashes them under the couch.

demoman ▪︎ scottish fold - scottish, prone to eye problems

missing an eye and has some singed fur from teens with fireworks. little kitty eyepatch. he frequently gets into the bailey's irish cream miss pauling keeps on top of the fridge and has to be brought to the vet for liver issues at least once a month.

soldier ▪︎ ragdoll - developed in america !!🇺🇸 tend to rough house when playing and are very vocal

used to belong to a war veteran, then became a stray after he died. clipped ear. his body's kept shaved because of scarring and matting issues, so he's got furry boots and a puffball tail, but the fur on his noggin covers his eyes. he frequently bothers the others. a big sweetheart for miss pauling, but agressive with anyone else. likes fetch. dog in a cat body.

scout ▪︎ siamese - the extroverts of the cat world, very energetic and chatty, also very clever.

his ma and brothers are all siamese, but he's got an oddly fluffy tail like a persian.. he's a big fan of miss pauling, never leaves her alone. gets pissy and scratches the curtains or breaks a glass when she's giving one of the other cats too much attention. wayyy too clingly and always causing some sort of trouble or getting into places he shouldn't. he also meows CONSTANTLY.

[yanderederee]

CaughtOffGuard!

ctw: BajixFem!Reader , nsfw/smut , timeskip/college

Disclaimer!: I don’t feel I m very good at writing active smut, so I apologize if this seems off!

It has been one fucking HELL of a day. Baji swore to Chifuyu he could handle opening the pet store all on his own.

Yes, even though he had an exam an hour before the store opened.

Baji had been up and literally running since four in the morning. And now, just after getting off his shift at the shop, head heavy with doubt about just how shitty he probably did on his exam—- he realized he forgot to leave out food for Peke.

“I’m so sorry buddy.” Baji sighed, tenderly petting the scarred cat while he ate. “Kei?~ are you home?” You could be heard just a wall over. “Yeaaah. Forgot to stop by the store after work though. I‘ll run by the corner shop in a sec, you need anything?”

Circling your way into the same room as your long term boyfriend, you took note of his frazzled mannerisms. As though adrenaline was pushing his husk to do everything at once.

“I fed Peke earlier babe,” you swiveled Baji’s moving form from going for his discarded wallet and jacket. “C’mere! Ain’t seen your cute face all day.”

Before he could wrestle his way free from your tangled limbs, you had succeeded in disorienting him into tripping over his own feet to fall back onto the couch:

Step 1: Complete

“Babbbeeeee,” Baji whined deeply, masked as a powerless growl. “Ain’t got time for this right now. I’m meeting Dranken an’ Mikey down at SS Motor in—-!! aah..”

It was painful. Watching the one you love overwork themselves to a point such as this. You gave your fearsome lover a pouting look, while pressing your body against his with just enough pressure to melt his sore muscles into your own.

“Oh, baby, no you’re not.” You looped your hands under Baji’s loose work shirt, grazing your slightly overgrown nails in detailed patterns over the skin of his back.

A relieved moan escaped past Baji’s ego, his eyebrows knitting together as chills ran down his entire body. Fuckk.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was better than the feeling of you against his body like this.

Not one to object his queen, Baji batted his glazed over, tired eyes. He opened his mouth, seconds passing, but the words seemed to escape him. Too obsessed with the helplessly lost look in Baji Keisuke’s eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Stay,” you ordered, so, so sweetly.

Taking advantage of his condition, you quickly snaked your kiss into his mouth.

This was the first kiss the two of you had shared in perhaps two days, what with all the late shifts, classes and obligations.

As experienced as you were in kissing Baji for years, your kiss practically emitted steam. Humid in a way that sent the both of you rutting into each-other every way physically possible. Your tongues weld into a mass of muscle and slick, mixing saliva to create an intoxicating cocktail. You only shifted your lips apart enough for the both of you to gasp against each others skin, teeth clattering once by accident but soon felt his bite down against the hollow of your neck. Pressing his canines deeper— until he was sucking your soft skin harshly.

The lazy roll of his tongue teased your thin layer of skin, gently biting you closer. You sighed in content across Keisuke’s ear. Neither of you needed words to understand the other.

Melting even closer against his body, a delicious warmth wrapped tightly across Baji’s hips. Clad only in a pair of shorts, every roll of your hips was genuinely intoxicating. “G-gatta…” Baji made one last pass in protesting against you. To be a responsible adult.

But you purred at his pathetic form, red faced and cross eyed. All for you. You slid your tongue back into Kei’s mouth, swiveling your hips so as to rub your clit as best you can against the outline of his already hardened erection.

“Gotta what, baby?” You asked in an innocent voice, giving his bottom lip a gentle pull in between your teeth. “If you can’t use your words properly, I’ll have to put this mouth to better use,”

And just as quickly, Baji lost all control. He always seemed to lose these damned encounters. Never one to submit, yet never could lift a finger to defy you.

Rubbing gently against him, you slid your hand just far enough under his pants to coat your finger with the bead of precum. Trailing said finger back up and between lips, you moaned softly. You batted your eyelashes down at Baji, kissing him deeply once more. “Let me make you feel better~” you ordered between kisses.

Baji could never deny you.

In skilled strokes, you rid Baji of the clothes on his lower half.

You were guiding Baji’s hands across your body, caressing the skin of your curves with his rough calloused touch, using them like a tool to discard every bit of clothing you had on.

“You’re so beautiful…” Baji breathed gently, never missing your stare. Once your hands let go in guiding his touch, he immediately tangled your hair into his fingers gently, feverishly pulling you down to kiss you deeper.

You may have started this night off with the upper hand, it was simply a fact that Baji was stronger than you. That Baji Keisuke was a true beast that would eventually snap and swallow you whole.

You smiled widely into his bruising kiss, letting your body relax as he took control entirely. “So.. fucking soft.” he bit the opposite side of your neck, allowing the exploration of one hand to gingerly graze over you once more;

from shoulder,

to butterfly bone,

along the rim of your rib cage,

up, to gently brush his thumb over your budded nipple.

“So perfect.” He smiles when looking into your increasingly lustful gaze.

Without further distraction, the tips of his fingers honed straight for your slick sex. “Just so excited to see me, weren’t you?”

He was soon answered by the feeling of your pulsating clit, eager to be touched. Baji chuckled, circling the bud quickly against his middle finger. “You know just how to build me back up again doll,” he moaned, the leaking juices you produced slowly began dripping on his neglected length.

“How bout I fill you up as thanks?”

Baji smirked when you practically cried. “Please?” You pleaded, softly kissing him one more time.

“Anything for you.”

God, and he did not waste any time in doing so. Swirling what juices he had coating his fingers across his leaking tip, he made quick work sinking you down onto it.

It was just the tip, yet neither of you could suppress the overwhelming feeling of finally being with one another. It was so easy to get drunk off of eachother. Impatiently, you pulled him deeper into you.

“Shitshitshit— c-calm down..! You’re gonna make me-“ Baji’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. How long had it been? Since you fucked him like this?

“You’re always running around these days… can’t be mad at me for wanting you all to myself.”

Well, he couldn’t argue that. Still, at this pace, sinking himself to the deepest part of you he could in one slow motion… it was too much. A shiver ran down his spine when the seal of your pussy lips met the juncture of his navel. Locking him inside of you for only a few seconds.

“I’ll take care of you, so try to relax for me, ‘Kay?” You breathed hard. It always took a few seconds for your to adjust to his size, but the added intensity helped. Drunk from it all, he finally let himself become dominated. Baji rested his head against the back of the couch, and laid his hands flat against your thighs, allowing them to do their will.

“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling you clench down on him in praise. “You win.”

“Good boy.” You whispered in his ear, pulling your hips up slowly, and sinking back down at an agonizingly slow pace.

You wanted him to feel everything. Feel his veins trace your insides. How your muscles contracted against his tip. The warmth of your insides stroking him in perfect stride. Everything.

Knowing you could only bare this pace for a few more strokes, you began humping faster. It was instinctive. You craved the act of taking what was yours for so long now, it became impossible to hold back.

“Kei…” only part of his name escaped your lips, begging so sweetly.

Both of you starred down, enthralled by the sight below. Faster, til you couldn’t anymore.

It was harder than it looked. Your legs began to shake, maybe from pleasure, but definitely because it was tiresome work.

Yet still you prevailed. Letting your legs rest at last, you sat in his lap with added weight. The deepest he could possibly be, given the position.

Just as he had thought you were ready to call it quits, your hips began go swivel quickly.

“Oh fuck-“ he gasped. This was it, the pleasure he had been building up this entire time was beginning to unravel.

And you knew it. You smirked at Baji’s agape expression, his eyes rolling back once more.

“Such a good boy,” now clenching your abdomen repeatedly, it was only a matter of seconds. Devilish, he thought. He didn’t need to warn you of his oncoming release, you already knew. You could feel him twitching inside you.

Pairing the intoxicating swirl of your hips and clench of your muscles, with the last bit of strength your thighs could muster, you teased Baji’s dick into pulling out and sinking back into you impossibly fast.

With this amount of work, you knew you wouldn’t finish, but he would, and ultimately that was your goal in all this.

And finally, finally, the tension he’d been trying to prolong finally snapped. With a deep, guttural moan, Baji let himself be heard as you pumped him for all he was worth.

His hands couldn’t stop his rougher hands from forcing your hips closer, furthering himself into you deeply. He clenched his own hips upwards in reply, shuddering as his cum began filling you up.

He didn’t intend to, but it was impossible not to have. The overwhelming urge to be burried inside you was too great. Especially after not participating for so long, this was heaven.

Baji breathed heavily. He didn’t do much work, but he was spent. Resting back into the couch below, he slowly began regaining eyesight.

Your face was front view, beautiful and equally as spent. “Submission looks good on you,” you commented cheerily.

Baji laughed. “Don’t get used to it,” he slapped your ass, harsh, warning a loud yip from you. “You’re mine now.”

[wolven91]

Easedropping

Nick opened the door to the train's empty cabin and settled himself into the seat. He had a brief moment where he allowed himself to hope that he'd get the cabin to himself for the journey, but one look out the window at the packed platform dispelled that notion as soon as it appeared.

The mag-lift train would set off shortly and after an evening's travel would be on the opposite side of the planet along with thousands of others.

The cabin could comfortably house four passengers, but that was for four of the alien passengers, the big ones. With Nick being a human, he'd actually have ample room for himself as humans were not the largest species out here. The man could have stretched out of the padded seat that he was in and never touched the walls.

With a wince, he removed one of translators from his ear and placed it onto the table in front of himself. Nick's ear was aching, he must have put it in at a weird angle or something. Leaving it out would rest his lobe and he'd just put it back in as and when.

That's when the cabin door slid open to reveal a black and white furred taurian with a thick gold ring through the end of her muzzle, her horns barely fit in the doorway.

"Ey! We got three spaces in 'ere!" The bull-like taurian called back down the corridor outside the cabin.

"Hey can we- oh, you ain't going to understand me." The taurian started before trailing off while glancing at the unused translator on the table. Nick could understand her however as his second translator in his other ear was working perfectly fine, albeit hidden from her view. The taurian was joined by her compatriots moments later.

A black furred felinoid and a similarly black furred ursidain's face appeared on either side of the taurian's shoulders, all of them curious as to their friend's find.

"Jackpot!" Bellowed the ursidain gleefully and shoved past the hesitating taurian, who was sent stumbling into the cabin. The giant she-bear sat heavily on the same bench as Nick causing him to be bodily lifted off the cushion briefly as the ursidain displaced. He landed and found himself sliding towards the Ursidain as she warped the bench with her far greater mass. When he touched against the side of her thigh, it gave easily, her black fur rolling against him. It was warm to the touch and was not missed by her either. Thankfully, she didn't make the wrong assumption and pointedly ignored him.

Re-seating himself, Nick watched as the Felinoid with pitch black fur that rippled with a glossy sheen, settled herself opposite the human with the table between them and finally, the taurian, with a shrug, settled into the remaining seat before closing the door behind her.

"I hope you don't mind us sharing." The felinoid mentioned lightly, but the ursidain broke in with a chuckle.

"Ah, he can't understand ya, even some of your words are even out of his hearing range without that thing in." The bear-like alien explained to the cat-like alien.

Nick did consider correcting them, but instead simply remained quiet. If they asked him a direct question, he'd respond. Otherwise, he'd settle himself into a long session of people watching while pretending to look out the window. He didn't miss the fact that the felinoid had 'accidently' started resting her foot against his leg after crossing her legs.

"Aw look at him. By The Feast, I love humans." Rumbled the ursidain's voice from above and to his side.

"Got to admit, there's something about them I like too." Replied the taurian, nodding in Nick's peripheral vision.

The felinoid made an 'mmm' noise as she continued to stare at the human. Nick tried to avoid letting on he could see out of the corner of his eye how she was completely focused on him. He kept his face completely still.

"It's how small they are for me. Actually, a bunch of folk I know of feel the same. Humans just look cute and small. They need protecting!" Claimed the black mountain to his left, she was quite animated, her thick arms, as wide as Nick's torso swept through the air with ease as she spoke.

"Naah! They're sexy!" Countered the taurian as a retort. "Look at him! Dressed all provocatively. No horns and no headband to cover it?! Goddess." He felt another set of eyes staring at him now.

Nick was almost certain the side of his head was about to start smoking under the intensity of their combined focus.

"And! They're really weird." Nick briefly frowned at the taurian's claim, but smoothed his features with, quite frankly, incredible skill, he if did say so himself. "They're all the opposite way round. Their males act like females! And, and! I heard! They like sex and what we look like, just as strongly as we feel it." Claimed the bull excitedly.

Ah, Nick understood now. Taurians had a gender-norm flip when compared to humans. The males and females were satisfied with their stereotypical roles but found humans to be quite fascinating as a human of their opposite gender, suddenly, (stereotypically) enjoyed the same things they did. The males had a maze of protocols and rules surrounding them, whereas the females had the libido of a high school jock.

It had been described by a fellow human who had spent time in taurian space that the female taurians often acted like, quote, 'lads lads lads' and were quite oblivious to what was 'proper' when interacting with the males of their race as the males were far more 'prim and proper'.

"Mm, I honestly don't mind. Apparently, humans like us anyway. Did you know they worshipped us?" The felinoid stated, finally breaking off her stare to glance at the other two occupants of the cabin.

"What?!" "Rubbish!" Came the two replies.

"Oh it's quite true. Even in their ancient times, they had entire murals built to give homage to our visage." Said the Panther-esk feline, as she brushed the curve of her claws against her fur and inspected them closely.

"Even to the point of its destruction, on Sol-3 they kept and loved feral versions of ourself right up until the end" Cats?! This one believed that cats counted as worship towards the felinoid race? Well it come cases... honestly... he could see how they could take the wrong message away.

Nick didn't enjoy hearing about Earth, it was still a bit raw for him, but he couldn't ask them to stop now. But he needn't have worried, the panther continued, pressing on.

"What I find fun, is that most humans believe most felinoids they meet are female."

Nick resisted the urge to raise his eyebrows. It was true, he'd never seen a male felinoid before, the ship full of them that turned up at his station was entirely female... right?

"They don't realise that our genders are just very similar to one another. A surprise for a human to learn if they hadn't asked beforehand!" The panther chuckled. "Apparently the adventurous ones can be quite shocked."

"Haha, yeah like they... wait.. you're female right?" Asked the ursidain.

"No, I'm male? By the seven truths; you're joking right?"

The pregnant silence was tortuous as Nick resist the urge to burst out laughing. He had to bite his tongue hard enough until he was sure it would bleed.

"My god you're as bad as they are!" Accused the felinoid with an outstretched finger.

The cabin fell into silence again. After a few minutes, the panther spoke once more.

"I'd let this one believe whatever he wanted. I've spent the last ten minutes trying to press my leg against his so I can feel his warmth..." She, Nick correct himself, He was speaking to the window now, but the felinoid was still addressing his companions.

"If he'd let me curl up next to him, I'd do whatever it took. Tucking and all."

The taurian chuckled.

"Some of them are quite open. We're going to be all sleeping in here... maybe you can try and say you're freezing? Ham it up, do a bit of a shiver?" The scheming black and white alien suggested, hatching a scheme.

The panther alien scratched at his chin as he considered.

"As long as I'm my demure self, he might be for it."

"I'll just say we all spoon together! I wanna' hug him and squeeze 'im." Declared the black bear. "I'll just make out we're all cold!"

The taurian looked frustrated.

"Two points. One, he'll be lost to your tits and two, what about me?! I want a turn! I'm fine not spooning, that's not my thing, but it means I'm left out!" She crossed her arms over her muscled chest and glared at the door in a huff. With a glance, Nick felt she was inches away from kicking the door in a huff. Nick noted the other two were looking at each other and having a conversation with their eyebrows in silence.

It wrapped up with the felinoid nudging his head towards the door.

"Well.. what if we 'go for food'? It'll give you an hour or two to work him over?" Suggested the ursidain, 'subtly' tilting her head.

"How? Just drop to my knees and suggest he lower his pants? Make kissy faces? His translator is out! Oh yeah; that'll work." The taurian huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Do you want the chance or not?" Demanded the felinoid.

A moment ticked by.

"Yes."

A few moments more and the ursidain's knee was slapped by the felinoid as he got up and moved out of the cabin, gracefully moving despite the rocking of the moving train. The black furred mountain was less graceful, wobbling and stomping when her balance was found wanting.

The door closed and Nick was left alone with the black and white cow, who idly toyed with the ring the glittered in the setting sunlight.

The man looked round 'idly' and as naturally as he could. When he had her attention, Nick gave a tight lipped, but hopefully warm smile to her.

Nick had to admit she was attractive, he probably wouldn't have said no if she had approached him, but he wasn't sure how to react to such a candid conversation.

"Say.. you-.. ah.. you still don't understand me." She started then stopped, the wind visibly taken out of her sails and looking outright dejected.

"And why wouldn't I?" Asked Nick with a ghost of a smirk on his face.

The human worried for a moment whether he'd given her a heart attack as he refitted the spare translator into his ear.

"You.. did.. I mean, we... err.." The large and imposing lady spluttered.

It was adorable.

"Don't worry, it's different to hear things with no filter, but I wasn't insulted... not really." He tried to assure her, folding away the table now it was unneeded.

"So... about why I stayed behind...?" She asked, with a hopeful tone that was painfully obvious. These female Taurians really were like oblivious young men, full of nerves and hormones with no idea how to use what they had.

"Well we've only got just over an hour and a half... how do these beds unfold?" Nick asked carefully, thankfully for her, so was he.

[natelia-aldelliz]

I am perfectly normal about wanting cuddles from 3 very big werewolves and the cat-version of a human named Soap.

Because I am perfectly normal, perhaps some Roach bejng included in the dog pile?

Ghost probably isn't too keen on Roach being near his wolf in the beginning, given what happened last time. It ends up happening anyway, by accident.

They were on a mission, just the 141 by themselves, separated to conquer more space, when they hear Gaz howl, a long and painful thing, and they immediately rush over. Price and Ghost are transformed before they even reach the pup, Soap and Roach running behind.

Gaz is stuck down a hole, looks like the floor gave up, and he pitifully whines when he smells them above him. There's blood on his dark fur, from the nasty looking cut on his side. The hole is too deep for him to jump out of hurt like that. The only solution is to calm him down long enough for the fast healing to work.

Roach rappels down before anyone can hold him back and inspects the wound, making Gaz yelp in pain. It's pretty deep, might take more than a few minutes to heal, but definitely not bad enough to take the entire afternoon.

He clears some debris to make more space, and Price jumps down, nuzzling the top of Gaz's head reassuringly. Soap stands guard and they wait for Ghost to jump down as well, but he doesn't.

He stays at the top oh the hole, cowering guiltily, whining, eyes locked on Roach, who understands immediately. He climbs back up, raising appeasing hands towards the white wolf who quickly retreats, tail between his legs and ears flat.

"I'm alright, you big puppy, I'm alright, you didn't hurt - well you kinda did but it wasn't on purpose?"

"Not helping Bug," Soap says, sending them concerned looks.

"He doesn't understand me anyway, it's just to make him hear my voice. I'm alright baby, come here, come smell me, I'm fine."

Eventually, Ghost has hit the wall and can't retreat any further, and Roach reaches him. He softly grabs the sides of Ghost's head and gently scratches behind his ears, pushing his muzzle against his chest to force him to smell him. The wolf stays tense for a few more seconds before making a sorrowful whine and melting against Roach, licking his entire face with his tail starting to wag.

Roach brings him back to the hole and Ghost finally jumps down, cuddling against Gaz's back. It takes two hours before they're turning back into humans and the other two Sergeants help them climb out, Gaz almost good as new.

After that, Ghost's wolf whines everytime Roach isn't here, so Simon kinda has to get over himself, and the cuddling as a pack finally feels complete with Roach in the middle, squished between giant wolves and with a vibrating cat napping on his face. It's sometimes a bit suffocating, but Roach has never been happier and wouldn't trade his place with anyone. He might only be human, but that's his pack.

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 11 !! || —> Next Part 12.

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The household was fast asleep but when arriving back home from a long day at working with a detective on a case, it suddenly drained all the energy out that Areum could actually fall asleep the minute she’d walk up the stairs into her bedroom. But to a surprisingly large extent instead the journalist came home to her husband laying on the bed with a sleeping baby on his chest laying by the stomach so the child could keep her tiny head on his chest area.

He wore a white plain ole’ tee shirt with only loose grey sweatpants. It was such a homebody outfit but he made it look like a freaking cat walk.

She was smiling uncontrollably when slowly walking on the tip toes approaching the bed and taking off the jacket. Areum made sure to kiss Jeno’s forehead even though he was now asleep.

Taking advantage of them sleeping on the bed, she made her way into the bathroom taking off the everyday clothes she wore for ages and made sure to change into something more comforting and appropriate.

A plain white tee shirt, which belonged to Jeno’s collection as well, but he wouldn’t mind because his clothes are becoming Areum’s clothes now too. None the less she came out in simple sweatpants as well but her own size.

When coming out Jeno was already awake again standing next to the baby crib where he took it out again for Saebom to sleep in. Areum smiles moving behind so her long arms scrape on his expectant waistline that fit so perfectly on her, as if he was made for her, like a designed key to the doorknob.

Areum might have a slight obsession with his waist, but can you blame her? He looks like he was build straight out of a marvel comic.

“Hey baby did i wake you up?” She couldn’t help but whisper into his shoulder wondering if perhaps she woke him up but her husband turns around now grabbing her waist.

Jeno shakes his head. “Nope. I was waiting for you.” They stay in each others holds enjoying the feeling their hands gave each other. A loving warming feeling deep in their stomachs.

He trails letting the fingertips trace round the stomach when he creeps it under the plain white tee shirt smiling. “You wore my shirt to match me?” Areum softly smiles. “Thought it would make you feel less lonely if i match you.”

“How kind of you.”

They stare within each others eyes until they suddenly tangle each other on the bed by pushing Areum with a gentle kiss on the mouth enough to let their breathes becoming as one breathing space. Her arms fell on the bed until they crawl back on the chiselled surface belonging to her husband, letting their lips completely become infatuated.

The kiss took everything away from them, but the love stayed and Jeno took every opportunity to let Areum know that.

His voice was as soft as a feather but it lands a giant shot in her heart knowing how mesmerising he sounds and looks to the eye and the ears. “You know, — spending a day with Saebom and the twins made me realise i might have a bit of a baby fever again.” It was honesty deep from his heart, murmuring it close to her mouth.

Areum bites her bottom lip watching him. Truth be honest she feels the same way. Something within Areum broke and expanded when seeing Jeno with children looking so happy.

It was something like a spell put on them.

“Me too.” She softly pressed her lips into a small line going to press another kiss against his plum chapped lips loving the taste it brought to the tastebuds. “But we can’t do anything here. We might wake up Saebom.” She smirks when Jeno’s face comes to a realisation that yeah, they can’t do anything but that doesn’t mean they can’t move out somewhere…

As an idea strikes him faster than anything before he wraps his arms away and stands up looking at Areum.

She sits up seeing her husband hold out his hand. “How about we… innocently take a bath together?” He said trailing lowly.

It felt almost forbidden doing this but as quietly as possible they return to their en suite bathroom turning on the bath letting it run warm water. Putting inside the bubbles it soon began a striping party — Jeno did not waste a single second taking off the clothes from her beautiful body roaming his hands and just as impatiently, Areum tugged all his shirt and lower clothing off too.

They missed each other even though they see one another every day their bodies were mourning themselves and the absence.

Sometimes life becomes too much, separating them apart, but they find each other through it all again. Jeno and Areum are a part of each other that cannot be undone therefore when they push each other in the bathtub letting the warm water hit on the skin they were giggling together trying to be as quiet as possible.

She smirks slashing a flew bubbles with the water on his face, Jeno wiping it away.

“Yah, is that how you’ll be playing?” He retorts and Areum nods staring at him. “Or what will you do about it, mr lee?”

Many things come to mind but Jeno only took the slow approach by smiling down unconsciously. “Well— mrs lee i think i can handle more of your tricks.” Oh and he certainly did knowing the way Areum was watching him with such a dimly lit eyes so deep enough to piece his soul together once again.

Their heads tilt and Jeno goes to land a kiss on her lips again deeply laying onto the bathtub kissing with each other like it would be the end, so passionately in touch with one another.

Their eyes spoke when they couldn’t. They communicate through their bodies as much as their souls did too. The minds knew instantly what to do. Areum softly sighs when her neck become a scene of the attraction with his kisses going down and down. Their hands were on each other’s shoulders until he slid them down softly finding her chest squeezing it softly letting her know how much he loves holding her this close, bare nude in the open space.

He could never get enough of Areum.

Brushing hands into the thick black hair Areum’s fingers finding refuge in them with the wetness of her hands soon make his entire hair damp and curl up with some leaving bubbles on in his head. Though he didn’t mind it, he loves the feeling of him tugging on his hair or even playing with it.

His tongue goes flapping itself on the nipples constantly teasing between that or the lips recounting again for another fiery passionate kiss leaving them to softly gaze up at one another.

“How is it possible i can’t get enough of you hm? You’re everything i ever wanted.”

An unconditional loving but small smirk throws at the man murmuring the most sincere sweet nothings, to the point even her bodily scent could drive him absolutely mad.

“Don’t say it like that.” She said blushing against the folds of her hands now closing her face but Jeno quickly grabbed the hands to separate them.

“I want to see your face, don’t hide it.”

And once her hands were pulled apart so he could see his wife’s shy but beautiful face that went red he was satisfied with it. He knows sometimes these confessions he makes are too much ; but at least he can see how much it touched her heart. He likes knowing he makes her feel this way, because Areum doesn’t know how to voice her feelings through words.

Instead she shows it through the actions much more. Slightly ironic that his wife is a journalist who can convey emotion on the headlines and alert people’s emotions so much but when it comes to her husband, she’s a complete fool who doesn’t know what to say to what to do.

It’s like seeing an inexperienced person coming to terms that they love someone so deeply, they wouldn’t know how to deal with it. But he understands nonetheless. Jeno enjoys Areum’s signs of affection through physical touch and the gift giving too.

She murmurs staring at him. “I don’t know what to say to you most of the time i’ll be honest.” She’d admit it aloud. “But I do love you so much, that even the butterflies that i felt on our first date never left.”

She pulls herself up cupping his face and kissing him once more. Jeno hums into her mouth when she pulls down a kiss on his lips enjoying how much she communicates to him.

“Thank you for telling me that.” He whispers feeling a slight happiness from knowing that Areum feels the same way, even if it was a while back they fully went on a date.

She will never regret marrying him.

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They gather round for breakfast, a new day has arrived welcoming the family from their sleep. Little Nayoung with bed hair slightly ruff up although in the little pink Princess Aurora dress on grabbing a spoon taking a mouthful of the cereal.

When asking children what they want to eat, they only reply with sweet cereal, they didn’t want a savouring breakfast at all.

Nayoung and Minjae having matching cereal bowls but in different colour to match their own liking. He had a red bowl, meanwhile Nayoung had a pink colour once again.

You can definitely tell her favourite colour now.

Jeno would be by the stove today. This morning he was the chef. He somehow convinced Areum to sit down at the table and let him take over the kitchen, he felt like he should contribute to cooking sometimes too and honestly it was a nice change. She felt a little different watching her husband cook a fried egg on the pan and toast the bread too.

Humming a tune Areum comes behind Jeno back hugging him to take a peak at the food he was frying an omelette for her because she asked for that instead of a simple fry egg.

The omelette had bits of vegetables such as tomatoes and spinach too. It might be your favourite breakfast dish apart from others.

“Look at you cooking while looking so handsome.” She murmurs confidently encouraging him and by this Jeno could only shortly laugh.

He warns playfully when her hands got under his shirt to feel his stomach. “Yah lee areum careful where your hands are hm? You’ll surprise me and i might drop the omelette.”

Areum smirks. “Better be careful then.”

Sometimes when she has the upper hand in making the big mafia lord flustered, he can’t help but find it endearing and sometimes he enjoys it a little more than he should be.

It’s definitely a unique dynamic he loves between them. Areum always makes him feel so many things at once.

She pulls away to suddenly remember that she would have to make the hot bottle for the baby. She’d hum a little sing song.

“Opps nearly forgot to stop the kettle.” She says quietly taking it off and starts to pour it into the bottle with the baby formula powder which will then make the baby milk.

Jeno puts the food on the plate moving it to the table as his wife would shake the bottle when closing it fully with the lid and then she tests it on her hand the temperature.

She winces. “Slightly hot.” As she said this he looks over as she sits down next to him shaking the bottle to let it cool down more before she could latch and drink from it. He moves his hands to her hand taking the bottle and pushes the plate in front of her.

“I will handle this, you can eat up.” He would say as he shakes the bottle now side to side. Areum looks down sighing. Looks like I have no choice now.

He wants his wife to eat and get her strength back up so he could handle the bottle cooling off.

Taking a bite of the food she smiles finding it perfect, just the way she wanted it to be. Pulling a piece on the spoon Areum looks at Jeno who was feeding Saebom in the high chair.

She was smiling drinking from the bottle now. Areum would gently call out putting the spoon forward. “Hey open your mouth.”

Jeno would look back opening his mouth as he multitasks feeding Saebom, as if it were like a mission he were on.

He took a bite and hums delighted it tastes good. “It’s not bad, is it to your taste Areum?”

She nods going back to eating. “Mhmm thank you.” Jeno boops the baby’s nose seeing her smile wide like he was the best thing she saw. “Boop boop i see your nose Saebom-ah.”

Nayoung grins. “Saebom is super cute. She definitely has mummy’s look.”

Jeno turns to Nayoung playfully scoffing. “Huh? Whaddya’ mean she totally looks like daddy.”

The twins share a similar glance before giggling giving Jeno a huge run for his money as they disagree, they’re convinced their younger sister is a total copy paste of their mother.

Minjae throws a soft blow at his father. “You always look grumpy dad. Saebom never looks grumpy.”

Areum wanted to laugh out loud because it was the truth he does have a very — stern looking face. Sure he was handsome, too handsome out of this world but he didn’t look cheerful unless he was with his family that’s for sure.

Usually Jeno would look too strict and stern.

He held his chest when his son points out the deep truth, dramatically pretending it was hurting his poor feelings. “Argh Minjae can’t you compliment daddy for once?” Jeno walks over to his son’s seat and lifts the boy up and instead sat down on the boy’s chair so he could be sat on his lap instead.

He squirms on the lap above Jeno’s that huddles him to be stuck on. “Nope!”

He laughs. “I know you want to but you like seeing daddy get humbled don’t you?”

Minjae shakes his head. He wasn’t going to admit to anything but his father had other plans to make.

“Hmm come on, is daddy not cool? Not even a little bit cool to you?” He pouts looking at Minjae as he turns him around so they can face each other. The little boy stares crossing the arms.

He mumbles a little, stubbornly. “Maybe he is a — little cool.”

Something made this scene so much cuter to see Jeno get a compliment: a very rare compliment, from his own son. He would kiss Minjae’s forehead petting his soft bed hair he has not brushed out quite yet in the early mornings.

“Well I think you’re cooler than me and I know you will grow up to be even better than your old man.” Jeno retorts putting Minjae back down to his seat. Areum smiles ear to ear seeing the small interaction as she would focus on Saebom hand feeding her on between the lap.

He shifts to Nayoung kissing her head too. “And you princess, how do you feel about going to a special event with me?”

She jumps up at the sound of going to a big event, wearing a fancy dress and looking pretty? It’s everything Nayoung would ever want to feel like an actual princess.

“Whoa where we going dad!”

Areum shifts in the seat barking her head up when she heard this message.

“Wait what event do you mean?” Areum never heard of this until now.

Jeno smirks leaning by the doorway as he trails. There will be an upcoming event he was invited to by another company however due to personal long alliances with the mafia group he was able to come accord to those.

“I’ve got invited by someone to a company celebration. They told me to bring anyone. So I thought I could bring you and the kids with me?”

It might be a nice change to go to a fancy event with the children, perhaps even do something fun with them there while meeting new people.

She’d look down smiling putting the bottle on the dining table.

“I’d love to. Might be nice to get out there with the children don’t you think?” He nods hearing her say that and he smiles.

“Thing is the company owner has kids similar to the twins age so they might make friends there too. Who knows.” He suggests as he’d rather have an idea on what they would do there too.

Areum wonders. “Then what about you know… who will handle your work?” ‘She really wanted to say the base’ but she held herself back. The children aren’t aware of the actual behind the scenes work yet.

He replies causally. “Don’t worry I’ve got it handled. I made sure they will call me if they need anything.”

Nayoung cheers the loudest. She seems to be the happiest out of the rest at the table now. ��yayyy! A party! Mummy can i wear my blue dress to the event please?”

Areum laughs a little. “You can but you have to finish your breakfast first.”

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Running through the clothes she has staring in the mirror with a sigh. She watches her body that has changed a lot over the years, it’s definitely not what it’s been like before.

Pregnancy changed her body shape a lot. It’s not like it’s completely different it’s not that much different from before but there are certain modifications definitely.

For example her chest grew a lot, which was to be expected. The hips are a little wider than before.

Thighs are thicker than they were before. It’s making Areum currently feel slightly more uncomfortable knowing the clothes might look now way too different on her than they did probably years before.

“What are you sighing about baby?” He calls out coming out of the shower with a towel on his waist covering the lower part as the other towel was drying out the wet black locks.

She stares in the mirror feeling defeated and broken in a way. She wasn’t feeling too good about herself now and it’s making everything look worse.

Areum never struggled with body perception until now it’s leaving her to change plans.

“I don’t know — I just don’t look good wearing my old clothes before it’s making me wonder if i shouldn’t go at all.”

The moment he heard Areum speak about what she’s seeing in the mirror was the complete shocking opposite to what he’s seeing. She was standing in the mirror with underwear and a bra on checking down every curve like it was a hassle problem but for him he loved the body she has now.

He thinks it suits her very well. If anything Jeno found it severely attractive that he can’t help but find his eyes constantly check her down shamelessly. He has no shame in it though.

None at all.

He comes from behind so he appears in the mirror giving a tight back hug as one hand drops on the stomach and the hip bone sticking on the service. He whispers. “Baby you’re perfect look, your body. It’s perfectly normal and fine.” Areum closed her eyes sighing. “I don’t know… I don’t— think it’s the same as before.”

He would kiss her head. “Trust me when i say that your body looks fucking amazing and it’s very hard to hold myself back right now with you standing in with barely anything on.”

Creeping blush on to her face Areum clears her throat and turns around to slap his arm pushing him back to keep a personal bubble now.

“Yah what— don’t say that so freely.” She warns turning around to look into the closet. Somehow this made her feel a little better about herself though, knowing Jeno loves her body and so she does too.

Although he didn’t back away just her until a very firm hand was placed on her back making Areum flinch in surprise feeling a gentle spank and a grope later with Jeno smirking widely — he felt so proud to be able to do that to his wife.

She turns around smacking his hand off. “Lee Jeno! Come on what if someone saw us.” She now said sternly but he comes forward pulling her on the bed more specifically his lap where she sat but he was on the edge of the bed.

Jeno grips and squeezes gently her thighs humming. “Let them see. We are a married couple we can do whatever now.” He teases singing it to her face it felt like a long warm embrace from him.

Areum looks away sighing. “You’re shameless.”

She hears a laugh coming from him enough to spike her neck as he doesn’t dare to deny it; who wouldn’t be shameless when they have Park Areum as their wife? He darn knows no one would be able to keep their hands off her.

Afterall she’s untouchable but she’s most certainly not untouchable when it comes to him.

“I’m just saying honey that when you arrive at the party with me, no one will be able to take their eyes away from you. You’ll be the main attraction.”

She murmurs. “Okay just…” pausing as she saw that he was still in nothing but a towel on her voice stains out like a piece of fragile glass. “You should get changed already.”

Areum gets off his lap leaving Jeno stay on the bed admiring her body from afar as she picks out a dress becoming satisfied. He would watch her put it on and he felt himself fall for his wife once more.

It’s a pleasuring hobby to see your wife get changed.

Until tiny background noises were heard shouting…

Bringing them back to reality where their children could be up to no good whatsoever.

“DAADDD!! I NEED HELP ZIPPING UP MY TROUSERS —“

“MUMMMM!! I CAN’T FIND MY DRESS —“

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 591, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1094

I smiled as I watched the kids playing in the backyard from my place up in the master bedroom balcony. Even though I was unable to hear them shouting, my mommy senses were telling me that they were having fun as they were supervised by Miss Mittens the motherly cat and her not a kitten, little Primrose frolicking closely behind her.

And now, I am happily ever after, with my husband, my children, and our undying love for one another. Nothing more, and nothing less.

And with that, I completed writing my autobiography, appropriately retitled as Tattooed Wings. I had laid everything out- from my history with the despicable excuse of a human being, my mom hiding my following pregnancy and aborting my baby before I knew of my condition, me needing to grow up and become another parents to my two younger sisters, running away at the age of eighteen to go attend Julliard’s on a full ride scholarship, acting as a surrogate to James and Aaron, meeting Peter, our whirlwind romance, little girl’s unexpected birth at the birthday party that I was sharing with my two younger sisters, my marriage to Peter, my transaition from Mary Claire Bradley to Mary Claire Ratajczyk…

There! Now all I need to do is send my final draft off to my publisher for her to work her magic! I thought before emailing a copy to Peter for him to get an advanced copy to read. I powered down my laptop computer and set it off to the side in the space in between the bed and my bedside table.

I stood up, stretching my arms up above my head and gently twisting as loud pops and snaps reverberated from my joints.

Much better, I thought as I wandered off downstairs, stooping to scoop up Primrose, who was racing all over the lower floor with her skunkie zoomies.

I was slowly beginning to regain the usage of my ears once more, with me only being able to make out loud sounds at the moment being. I knew that my hearing would be restored in the ten days that Ryley had given me to take the ear drops that she had prescribed for me.

I glanced out the back door, frowning at the sight of the kids cowering off in the far corner while Peter chattered away on his phone. And then my eyes caught sight of a deer, stumbling about on dazed legs while Mittens stood guard in front of her clowder of ugly, furless kittens, her fluffy black and white fur standing up at ends. Primrose was tucked away in my motherly arms, Katie on her knees with the babies curled up into her, all wide eyed and adorably confused at the scene before them all.

My love? What just happened?

He glanced up at me and mouthed, Cathy. I nodded going over to the window in the kitchen that overlooked the front of the house from the sink.

About forty minutes later, Cathy had rolled into the driveway and she and Clark were coming up to the front door, where I met them. I showed them both to the backyard, where Clark cornered the deer, providing the kids with enough space to book it over to me and into the house. I watched as Cathy gave the deer a shot of an apparent tranquilizer and then as the deer collapsed.

Peter came in, taking to a knee to bless me with a whiskery kiss.

Sweetheart, Cathy and Clark are going to carry the deer in through the house before setting her free, he told me. I’ll build a door into the fence next to the house to help prevent this from happening next time.

Baby Jojo toddled over to her daddy, throwing her arms up as she babbled out a clear demand, leading the charge for the other babies as they sought out love from the Ratajczyk family patriarch.

Peter manfully scooped up all the babies- Baby Tommy, Baby Kit, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy, Baby Jojo and Baby Noah- settling them all across the vast landscape of his burly chest. He then gently moved me off to the side as Cathy and Clark entered the house, carefully carrying the deer over his shoulders. Mittens trailed in after them, her fur still sticking straight up.

MEOW I imagined her saying as she paraded about, obviously pleased with herself for protecting her litter of not a kitten kittens.

Silly kitty.

I got down into my knees and began to pet her, starting at the fur in between her pointed ears and ending at the tip of her fluffy tail. Her only response was to lean into me and erupt into full out purrs that thundered throughout my core.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

Good kitty, I told her as I affectionately tickled that spot in between her ears and being rewarded by Mittens leaning deeper into my hand and shutting her eyes. You protected your kittens. You are a good kitty.

MEOW And with that, Mittens rolled onto her back, guiding my hand down to her belly with a demanding glare. I gave in and began to pet her tummy and being rewarded with a thundering purr.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

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[angelbymadonna]

Marinette's heart was beating in her ears. She'd spent hours on end sewing the suit she wore, talking herself up. But this was the moment she'd really know. If she could do it.

A deep breath in. Marinette opened her eyes, cast a line to a building at the end of the street, and jumped.

The street fell from under her feet and the row of buildings sped past her vision. Marinette's stomach seemed to get left behind once she started to turn, doing a complete 180 around that building on the end. She pulled the string, flinging herself upwards above the rooftops.

Honestly, the view was really great. That one moment was golden and could've lasted forever.

Unfortunately, it was overshadowed by the hour Marinette spent vomiting. Traveling by web was going to take some... getting used to. Maybe she'd get a glider or bike one day, but until then, she'd show up nauseous to save the city.

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Marinette clung to her pillar, trying to be still so the intruder wouldn't see her. Sure enough, he sauntered through the door, stepping around the guard's limp body disdainfully.

He made his way to the center of the room, inspecting the emerald. So he was after Tsurugi's trinket, then. What would he want with it? He could sell it, sure, but the same was true for every treasure in the room, and the others weren't on loan from famously cautious, well connected people.

Marinette wasn't sure she'd even have to do anything. She'd followed the thief in, but the precautions on the gem itself would catch him. As soon as the boy moved to lift the emerald, an alarm would alert every other guard, not just the one unlucky guy he'd managed to subvert.

But he moved to the pedestal instead. Marinette couldn't see exactly what the jewel thief did, but she could hear an electric pop as the mechanism broke. It seemed she must get involved anyways.

She cast a web line to the ceiling and swung down straight to the center of the room. Around halfway, the boy turned to look at her.

It was at this point Marinette realized the burglar was dressed like a cat. For some reason. Ears, nose, even a bell! Her surprise was probably why she crashed into the boy.

Once Marinette for her concentration back, she looked closer at the boy. He wore a plain black masquerade style mask over the top half of his face, but it didn't cover his eyes. Greener than any jewel, they almost popped out at her, and had creepy cat-like slit pupils. He was about the same age as Marinette. How strange for a teen to steal a jewel alone, Marinette thought. Well, no stranger than a teenage arachnid to leap forth from shadows and thwart him, she supposed.

"Pleased to meet you, webs. I wasn't aware they hired such pretty guards here!"

"Not funny. I'll tie you up and call the guards!"

"Oh they've all had accidents. Such unlucky folks! Seems to happen often around me!"

So he must have some type of power he used on the guards... and probably the warning mechanism too! So nobody would know he took the emerald until it was too late!

"I must be really lucky though, to make your acquaintance, Miss..."

"Spider-Woman." Marinette's tone must have revealed some annoyance, much to the pleasure of this stranger.

"Spider-Woman. Black Cat, at your service." he bowed and everything, enjoying his charade.

Black Cat, as he called himself, made his way back to the emerald. Marinette tried to follow, but she tripped and fell on her face.

Great. First time meeting this guy and she'd fallen over twice already. Clearly fighting a guy who's power gave her bad luck was going to take some... getting used to.

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Marinette stared into his pupils, ones wide enough she could see her mask reflected in them. Maybe she was too hopeful, or the long night and several hits to the head had gotten to her. Or maybe she was getting through to him.

Black Cat wasn't a bad dude, he just liked being into trouble. Marinette couldn't for the life of her figure out why, but she knew there was no grand plan. He had a taste for it or something.

It wasn't the first time they'd been like this. Face to face in a quiet moment, waiting for the other to make a move. Other times, he'd let slip that he looked forward to meeting the Spider-Woman. He liked her company. And the thieving cat sounded like he believed it himself, too.

Her hand still rested over his on the mask. Some theatrical deal didn't seem.. right somehow for revealing his identity. Marinette didn't entirely know why she cared.

Plus she was so not going to reveal her own. But.. a little earnesty might go a long way in convincing him.

Marinette felt her free hand along the seam of her mask, not hesitating to pull the hem over her nose. "Is this enough?" Marinette had meant to sound cocky, more confident in herself than she was, but it was for the best that her voice shook. Better than another mask.

"Now we're even." She added instead, with a breath of relief. She studied Cat's face, trying to gauge his reaction. Let that show him who doesn't care.

"Not even close, milady!" was Cat's answer, complete with a kiss on the nose as he swung upwards, breaking the web around his ankle to make his escape.

Black Cat lingered on the wall above Marinette for a moment or so, and she didn't go after him. She simply stood, realizing she didn't only care about that boy because he was a citizen, but that her feelings about him were personal.

Yeah, putting her heart on the line hoping it'd be seen only to be disappointed would take some... getting used to.

link to Adrien pov

[roselinbooks-archive]

Seven Snippets for Seven Writers

I was tagged by @queen-tashie to share seven writing excerpts and tag seven writers to do the same. I have decided to find some favorite humorous scenes that I don't think I've shared before. Have fun!

@abalonetea @coffeewritesfiction @dragonauthor @mecharose @incandescent-creativity @haileypiperfights @quilloftheclouds

Falconswoop's Advice, Shifting Roots

“Here Pool, let me give you some pointers,” Falconswoop said, not missing a chance to shoot Halfmask a dirty look. She crouched down next to her little brother so only he could hear her. “First, don’t let him get in your head. They know you’re new, they know Boulder is bigger than you, and they’re counting on that. Before you ever meet an enemy in combat, you have to defeat the opponent that’s in your own mind.” “Right!” Pool nodded fiercely. “How do I do that?” “By knowing that you’re bigger on the inside.” Pool blinked at Falconswoop, hoping it was one of her bad jokes. Her expression was completely serious.

2. Wrensong's Observation, a little later in Shifting Roots

“I wasn’t aware shoving kittens into the mud counted as a battle tactic.”

3. Larkwing Volunteers, Shifting Roots

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” Larkwing yawned again and gave his pelt a shake to get rid of the debris Aspenbreeze had kicked over him. “But not because we were your new-claws! We don’t have to do what you say anymore.” Dawnfrost tilted one of her ears to the side. “How odd. I could have sworn I just heard some young cat volunteer to help the Keepers clean dirty bedding out of the nursery for the next month. Was it you, Larkwing?” “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Larkwing responded, bolting out of the rangers’ quarters with Aspenbreeze right behind him.

4. Baltan's "Accident", Echoed Thunder

Baltan still talks with his hands, waving them in front of himself even though he can’t see if they’re about to knock anything over. To his credit, he hasn’t broken anything yet except a cat-shaped vase Eureka found in the garbage, and Lleuwellyn is pretty sure that wasn’t an accident.

5. Peter Talks to the Egg, The Prince and the Dragon

“Hello, friend,” he said to the egg. “I wonder what you’ll be?” The egg did not reply.

6. Friend Meets Another Dragon, The Prince and the Dragon

“Mandrake. Like the plant?” “Not at all!” Mandrake’s smile widened, clearly pleased with himself. “I have a rider, so I gave myself the name Mandrake to honor that our ranks are men and dragons together; man, drake. You understand?” “Not entirely,” Friend replied, suppressing a laugh at his earnest excitement. “It…suits you.” Despite her best efforts, Mandrake huffed at her, a small plume of smoke rising from his nostrils. “What of you, then?” “I am called Friend.” More smoke poured from Mandrake’s nose as he laughed. “Friend is not a name.” “It is. It’s my name,” Friend returned. “And I much prefer it to something silly, like Manfriend or Frienddrake. I am a friend to all things, not only men.”

7. Christopher Disbelieves Morgan, WHiTE RABBiT

Christopher’s response was clipped and direct. “My name is Christopher Robinson. I am twenty-two years old and work as an asylum orderly in Woodrow, Oregon.” He took a deep breath, waiting for Morgan to write down his words. As if Morgan would ever forget a thing he said. “I’m not sure how I got here. I was driving to town, and then I woke up in the hospital. Can you tell me where I am, please?” “I’m not familiar with Woodrow, so you must have gotten pretty turned around out there. You’re in Wonderland.” Christopher narrowed his (gorgeous, stunning, bluer than the sky) eyes. “Be serious.”

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

Cat: Are you happy here? Li: You'd think being surrounded by cutting edge laboratory equipment and some of the greatest minds the world's ever known would be enough. Only problem is the lack of transparency. I don't think we get the full story on everything that occurs down here.

- oh? dish, girl, i'm all ears.

Li: What does that have to do with why we're talking? Cat: The Brotherhood needs your help, Doctor. Li: Needs my help? Why? They seemed to have everything under control when I left. Cat: Did you abandon any projects you wanted to complete? Li: You should know better than to ask me that. If they didn't tell you what I was working on, they didn't want you to know. I'm certainly not going to put my neck on the line and spread their dirty little secrets.

- rats! my powers of unbeatable charisma have failed me! i'd forgotten how frustrating that is!

Li: Why would I possibly want to come crawling back to the Brotherhood? What reason would I have to throw away everything I've accomplished here?

- "trust me"? greatest damn lawyer alive, and /that's/ the best i've got? nah, too easy.

Cat: I give up. What would it take to convince you? Li: All right, I'll play your game. I had a colleague down here… a Doctor Virgil.

- oh you've got to be kidding me.

Li: Several months ago, there was an accident in his lab, and he was killed.

- was he, now?

Li: I wanted to help with the investigation, but Father had the laboratory sealed, saying that it was contaminated. The incident never sat right with me. The more I asked about it, the more I felt like Father was deflecting my questions. If you bring me solid information on what killed him, I'll take it as a favor from the Brotherhood, and consider your offer. Do we have a deal?

- well, the good news is that good buddy Burce has recently been un-Banninged, so theoretically we could just go for a little field trip. i don't think she'll go for that, though, and getting Virgil back into this hellhole seems even less likely.

Cat: I know this may come as a shock, but Doctor Virgil is still alive. I met him myself.

- it just occurred to me to hope that we're not being listened to right now. whoops.

Li: Oh, please. Do you really think a cheap tactic like that is going to work on someone like me? Stop trying to avoid the legwork by lying. Either you get me the evidence or we have nothing else to talk about.

- well, it was worth a shot. plan b: this Holotape which i actually forgot i was carrying and am really glad i didn't accidentally leave in Sanctuary when i last cleaned out my inventory.

Cat: I already have something that might convince you. Li: How did you…?

- "yOu ShOuLd KnOw BeTtEr ThAn To AsK mE tHaT" :p

Li: Never mind, just let me see what you've got. Cat: Here you go.

Holotape: Virgil: I'm going to make sure the whole program is shut down. If not for good, then at least for years to come. After that… I know what I'm about to do will be seen as a betrayal. Treason, he'll probably call it. So… I'm leaving. I have a plan… and if it works, I'll be somewhere safe. Somewhere not even the Coursers can find me.

Li: They… lied to me. They lied to me, and I didn't even realise how far it went. All those years of loyalty… for nothing.

- good to have confirmation that Shaun is not to be fucking trusted, which i already knew. wait, did i say "good"?

Cat: No matter how badly it hurts, you needed to hear the truth.

- shut up ghost of DiMA past she asked me directly to investigate it's not the same thing shut up shut up

Li: And for that, I thank you. I came to the Institute to get away from the Brotherhood… from the whole world. I just wanted to do my research in peace. Father took me in and gave me access to cutting edge technology that I only dreamed existed. Li: I became jaded. I thought that the Institute cared. That they wanted to better mankind. Maybe, in their own twisted way, they still do. But now I realise if you can't trust the people you're working for, then it's all pointless. If they lied about Doctor Virgil, who knows what else they've been lying about… or what their plans are for my work.

- well said! now, have you ever heard of a group called the Railroad-

Li: I'll make my way back to the Brotherhood, but I'm going to have to do it on my own. I can't take any chances being seen with you.

- honestly, appreciated. i don't want to be ousted as an infiltrator yet, either.

Li: Tell whoever sent you that they've just regained the services of Doctor Madison Li.

- mission accomplished.

[local-crying-boy]

Thank you so much for all the votes <3 I'm so glad I can yap about this silly character I made.

[QUICK WARNING: this is long asf + not proof read]

= I also make a lot of Avengers references because I grew up on both of these franchises, forgive me =

So… my Mutant OC that has come in many forms throughout my obsession with the X-men, then was ultimately left to fizzle out and die from lack of attention when I inevitably got into the Avengers side of the MCU.

I mean just look at how my oc (originally called Y/n because that was a huge thing for me back in 2020/2021) was back then

Clearly I was desperately wanting this oc to be not clearly human (hence the wings, wolf and elf ears). This was like BEGINNING of me drawing and obsessing over making so called PoVs for my favourite films. So, in my 11 year old brain, I started to work on this 'Y/n' and gave it an actually name (then completely forgot about it until I watched Deadpool and Wolverine).

Now, do I remember the name I originally gave 'Y/n' after I decided it wasn't going to be called 'Y/n'? NO! of course not. I mean, in reality, this 'OC' had COMPLETELY changed when I revisited it. The OC isn't even a female anymore, and it become more of a 'persona' or based off of myself, which, to be honest, defeats the entire point of an Original CHARACTER. But, hey, ho, it is what it is.

So, let me start the actual ramble over this character:

His name is Nicolas Jasper (not the most creative last name, I'll admit). He is twenty-five years old and he's the most British character (I've decided) who is an x-men.

I haven't actually decided what his hero name is yet because, well, I don't want to give him a shitty cringy one by accident, so I've left it for whenever I actually decide to brainstorm some ideas.

His Mutation

Nicolas has an 'animalistic' mutation of sorts, he's got small horns, ones that goats have and he has a tail too. He's got retractable claws, but his nails look relatively normal (almost like sabretooth, but Nicolas hasn't sharpened them), while also having more sharper teeth than before his mutation developed.

Now, with his claws, they work the same as cat claws do. So, when Nicolas developed his mutation, he gained the function of dorsal elastic ligaments, which is similar to how cat's are able to retract and protract their claws when needed.

So this is a diagram of a cat's paw, clearly. Therefore, my OC had developed similar functions in his hands that allow him to do the same as a cat!

And, one downfall of Nicolas' mutation was that part of his brain chemistry/instincts altered. So, obviously, humans don't act wild and overly aggressive to the point of murder. However, due to Nicolas' 'animalistic' mutation, he started to slowly act more like a wild animal.

I originally grew inspiration for the 'wild animal' aspect of the mutation from Bruce Banner and The Hulk, because Hulk acts so aggressive and attacks and destroys (or, at least, he did). Banner had to learn how to control his anger so that Hulk wouldn't show up and be all aggressive. So, I wanted to do something similar with my OC.

Of course, though, Nicolas doesn't have some alter ego that comes out when faced with a dangerous situation or when faced with heightened emotions. Which just means that Nicolas just goes absolutely, simply feral when he first developed his mutation and got pissed.

His backstory:

Nicolas originally had a pretty normal family: a mother, a father and he had two siblings - a sister and a brother. He did, however, grow up with parents who didn't exactly like mutants, so he grew up with ideals in his head that mutants were horrible and monsters, things that were unnatural and not to be trusted.

Because mutants gain their, well, mutations throughout the years of puberty, Nicolas started to gain his mutation around the ages of 13-14. Obviously it was clear with the horns and the tail, his parents had started to get a little bit colder towards him and it got worse as his mutation progressed more and more. This whole 'parents-starting-to-neglect-him' thing slowly led to his emotions starting to get more out of hand, so you can thank his parents for his overly angry anger issues.

Around his two siblings, however, they really didn't mind the whole mutant thing and the three of them were able to have a lot of fun with Nicolas' newfound abilities. His two siblings were actually a large part of the reason that Nicolas didn't immediately become hateful towards his mutation, since they actually showed him that some people liked the fact that he had these abnormal developments in his youth.

However, after three years (so when he was sixteen) of this neglect from his parents and his instincts starting to become much more 'animalistic', he finally snapped and, basically, acted as a wild animal.

[Little ramble - feel free to skip, it was just me explaining the whole 'wild animal' idea]

Now, I know what your thinking, "A wild animal? That's stupid, boy, what the hell were you thinking?"

Now, now, hear me out, yeah? Let me talk you though my insane, weird thought process.

I was trying to think about some animals that are just, I guess, naturally aggressive because I wanted this sense of Nicolas going 'feral' and almost 'merciless' when he has heightened emotions. Initially, my mind went to animals like wolves, hippopotamuses, sharks and crocodiles.

However, Nicolas only comes into this aggressiveness when provoked or overwhelmed and whatnot. So my mind went to Chihuahuas (which I thought was spelt 'Chiwawas') because you see so many videos of Chihuahuas being aggressive, but that is only when they are feeling threatened! (Guys, they aren't actually aggressive!! They just feel threatened when they act like that most of the time!!!)

So the idea expanded.

Nicolas final straw to 'snapping' is when his parents started to get loud and extremely aggressive. And, because Nicolas has seen how his parents have spoken about and to mutants, he started to get afraid about how loud they were.

His parents had seen how he and his two siblings had been messing about with some of Nicolas' abilities, and they HATED the fact that they had been doing it ever since Nicolas' mutation started developing.

His parents were starting to get closer and closer to him, becoming louder and louder until this sort of 'instinct' that he developed finally kicked in.

Call back to me getting inspiration from Bruce Banner and the Hulk (if you read that), just like how Banner blacks out when switching to the Hulk, Nicolas blacks out when he goes 'feral' or 'wild'. Which means that Nicolas only remembers bits and pieces to when he initially snapped.

All he remembers is swinging for his father, claws out, his mother screaming in fear and his two siblings behind him as they tried to grab his arms. After that, nothing. Completely empty. He remembers... absolutely nothing.

Meeting the X-men:

Time skip to three years later, Nicolas still being in a sorts of 'blind rage', Charles Xavier - using Cerebro - was able to find Nicolas.

Prior to Xavier looking for Nicolas, everyone thought that the series of attacks that were appearing were simply animal attacks. Everyone who survived was able to describe a creature who was too quick to see and some sort of snarling noise. Which meant that Charles Xavier didn't think twice about looking for a possible mutant. However, the attacks were too frequent and the victims were all describing the same 'animal'.

After the second year of these 'animal attacks', Charles Xavier wanted to get rid of the suspicion of this 'animal' being a mutant. Although, he did believe that the chances were slim and that, if it was actually a mutant, they would be hard to reason with if they were going around attacking hikers out in the woods.

However, Xavier, obviously, was correct in his suspicions and himself and some other one (I don't know the others aren't really SUPER relevant). They first tried to talk Nicolas down from his 'feral' episode, but it didn't have much affect.

Nicolas had immediately tried to attack the X-men, and so one of the others (not Charles Xavier) had to give Nicolas a sharp blow to the head and knock him out. Similarly to how Natasha Romanoff knocked out Clint Barton to stop Loki having control over him.

When Nicolas came to, he was back in the mansion. Everyone was on very high guard, just in case this was just how Nicolas acted. However, Charles was able to look into Nicolas' head and see that he really had no memory of those three years during his 'feral' episode.

Similarly to Logan (which wasn't actually on purpose), Nicolas asked Xavier to help him retrieve those years of memories that he lost. But, alas, even Xavier wasn't able to help all that much.

brief yap about Nicolas in the films:

In my mind, Nicolas was introduced to the X-men around the same time as Jean and Scott (which was DEFIENTLY NOT because I wanted him to interact with Logan shhhh it definitely was).

However, because I am so bad at inserting my own characters into films half the time, Nicolas really isn't in many of the scenes. Or, at least, he isn't yet, mostly because I haven't EVEN thought about inserting him into the films yet. I've mostly been thinking about his character as a whole.

Though, because I am so INSANELY in love with Logan, I may, perchance, add in a small unrequited love type trope. Only because I love making my characters suffer about small things after giving them trauma.

So, yeah! That's my yap for those of you who actually wanted to hear about it. Once again, thank you for voting in the poll about whether or not you wanted to hear about Nicolas, I appreciate it very much!

I’m currently huperfixating on x-men because I watched Deadpool and wolverine like a week ago and now am working on consuming ALL x-men content RELIGIOUSLY. Like, I LOVED the x-men as a kid, then clung onto the Avengers for dear fucking life. However, the film has resurrected my obsession and I’m already working on a mutant oc.

I’ve got such a good background for said oc and it literally is making tweak that I don’t have anyone to talk about it to.

Question is: does anyone actually wanna hear about this shit?

[overgrowth-wc]

Snowdrift gets a much needed confidence boost, but we'll see if that's enough in light of what happens. 

              Snowdrift sighed, lounging by the medicine den in what he refused to acknowledge was a sulk. The half-moon had returned, and tonight he was to journey back to the Mothermouth, the first trip since he was named and received the omen. And it was an omen, as Softgaze had explained, apparently because he had not received any pithy quote or rhyme foretelling a specific event or cat. Just one foretelling doom and despair. Omens are warnings, showing what will come if they are not prevented. She had mewed sagely. Prophecies tell of what will happen, and exist to give you time to prepare. Semantics aside, Snowdrift was worried about what other omens he might receive, especially since he had not found a third cat to help him. He and Softgaze had agreed that after finding a warrior in both Shadowclan and Riverclan that it was likely there existed a cat in Windclan he was supposed to find- however, he had yet to discover anything, despite spending as much time as possible on the Windclan border. While finding the Riverclan tom had been a happy accident, it was lurking on the Shadowclan border that led to his meeting the Shadowclan molly. Snowdrift couldn’t help but flinch remembering that interaction. As embarrassing as getting stuck was, it had been made worse by the arrival of Mintfrost and her patrol. He could only hope that Briarmask showed up as he requested.

              Shaking himself from his brooding, Snowdrift took a moment to observe the camp. Cats were coming and going, making use of the last of the evening light to complete their tasks for the day. His mother chattered with Tigerwhisker near the warrior’s den, Rainpaw and Owlpaw were carrying in mouthfuls of freshkill, Turtlepaw was nervously making her way towards him-

              Snowdrift blinked, trying to hide his bewilderment as he watched Turtlepaw approach. She looked nervous, as usual, but she didn’t look injured, she was carrying no prey, and she wouldn’t be dragging her paws if she had a message to deliver. Snowdrift couldn’t think of why else she would come to see him, but he gave her a friendly smile and a warm blink as she made it to his side.

              “Good evening, Turtlepaw,” he mewed gently. “Can I help you with something?”

              “Um,” she fidgeted, “Ma always said we could… um… talk to the medicine cats if we, you know, needed advice, and Mintfrost said I should talk to you too, so, uh, could I maybe talk to you about something please?” The last part came out rather rushed, Turtlepaw looking almost desperate as she looked up at him from where she sat hunched over, gaze quickly returning to her feet. Snowdrift nodded immediately, glancing around before gently guiding her just past the curtain of ivy into the medicine den. Softgaze was spending time with the elders, so the den was empty, giving the two some privacy to talk. Snowdrift blinked down at her, Softgaze’s advice running through his mind.

              We don’t just heal physical wounds, but mental and spiritual ones as well. Sometimes that means walking with a clanmate through their grief, fear, or other such things: other times, it’s just being a listening ear and giving some objective advice. She had run through a few scenarios with him, and he had sat with her while helping other clanmates before, so he felt confident that he could manage Turtlepaw on his own. To start, a gentle touch would be needed to calm the flighty apprentice. Snowdrift lied down so that he was more level with Turtlepaw instead of looming over her, crossing his paws neatly and keeping his ears pricked attentively, even tilting his left ear towards her to make sure he could hear her perfectly clear. Turtlepaw relaxed a bit at that, her tail settling beside her and shoulders loosening, but she kept her eyes fixed on the ground.

              “I think something’s wrong with me.” She admitted quietly, sounding so dejected that Snowdrift just wanted to bundle her into a cozy nest and keep her safe from whatever made her so sad. Instead, he waited a moment to see if she would continue before speaking, matching her quiet tone.

              “What makes you think that?” he murmured.

              “It’s… everyone thinks I’m weird.” Turtlepaw curled in even further on herself. “Everything’s just so hard. Talking to other cats. Looking at their eyes. Understanding them, even. And then I talk too much, or I don’t talk enough, or what I say doesn’t come out right… I just can’t do it right. Everything just… feels too much, a lot of the time. Too loud, or too prickly. And then everyone thinks I’m weird because of it.” This last part she muttered bitterly, lip curling. “Ma tells me I’ll grow out of it, that I just have to make myself spend time with others. Da says I should, I dunno, make myself touch or smell or look at things I don’t like to get used to them. I try!” She mewed forcefully, quickly looking up at Snowdrift before glancing away again. “I try, but it makes my skin feel all prickly, and my head too loud, and I can’t do it.” Turtlepaw slumped forward with a sigh.

              “Rainpaw and Owlpaw understand, but they’re my brothers. I don’t have friends like they do because no one else here gets it, and I’m scared at the Gathering’s. I don’t want to be weird, or rude, or anything, but I don’t know how to not be like this. Mintfrost is the only other one who gets it,” Snowdrift forced himself not to visibly start at that, the statement clashing with his perception of the seemingly cold and strict deputy. “She doesn’t make me look in her eyes or touch gross stuff, and she doesn’t get mad when stuff is too much. And she listens to the stuff I like to talk about without telling me to be quiet. But everyone else wants me to change.” Turtlepaw clammed up at that, staring miserably down at her paws. Snowdrift blinked slowly at her, mulling over her words- the most he had ever heard from her. His heart broke for the poor apprentice, some guilt stirring in his stomach as he thought of his own perception of her being odd. He shifted gently before posing a question.

              “Do you want to change? Or do you feel like you have to?”

              Turtlepaw glanced at him in surprise and down again, but she seemed more thoughtful. “I think,” she said slowly, “that I don’t want to change, but I also don’t want cats to think I’m weird, or to look at me funny. And I want friends. Besides my brothers and my mentor. I just don’t know how to do it on my own.” Snowdrift nodded thoughtfully.

              “Alright, how about this- what if we worked together to practice some things,” at the look on her face, he emphasized, “and I don’t mean forcing yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable. I mean things that you can do to… blend in, a bit better, if that’s what you want. I know it’s not fair that other cats treat you poorly- this might just help get them to the point where they’re more understanding.” Turtlepaw nodded hesitantly.

              “How… would I do that though?”

              “Here’s an example then,” Snowdrift said, mind spinning as an idea formed. “Eye contact is difficult, right? But you don’t actually have to look in someone’s eyes to make them think you’re looking. What if you looked at their nose, or their forehead, or somewhere else near their face instead?” This was a trick Softgaze had mentioned- in the case she was talking about, a traumatized loner saw any eye contact as a sign of aggression and thus was afraid of it, but Snowdrift saw no reason it couldn’t help here. Turtlepaw froze for a minute, thinking, before once again nodding. “Would you like to try that now, with me?”

              Slowly, Turtlepaw lifted her gaze to his face. Her eyes flickered around a bit before finally settling somewhere, but as far as Snowdrift could tell, she looked as if she were looking him in the eyes.

              “How’s that feel?” He mewed, anticipation making his tail twitch.

              “It’s… fine. It’s a lot easier. I’m looking at your nose.” She said, wonder in her tone. “Does… it look right?”

              “Yes.” Snowdrift said supportively. “If you hadn’t told me, I never would’ve known.” Turtlepaw straightened up a bit at that, a bit of confidence entering her eyes.

              “There’s nothing wrong with you Turtlepaw.” Snowdrift mewed, tone serious but gaze warm. “Sometimes cats are a bit different. Did you know that Cloudclaw and I are each deaf in one ear?” Turtlepaw shook her head, wide eyes darting to his right ear as he flicked it. “We had to learn how to manage when we were younger, but we had help in figuring it out, and now no one would know. It doesn’t change who we are- cats just don’t notice it as much. You don’t need to hide who you are, but I understand the frustration you feel, about how other cats see you. We can work together to find the balance you need to feel confident in being around others while not forcing you to change yourself into something you’re not. Does that sound good?”

              Turtlepaw had been studiously staring at his nose the whole time, but at this she nodded, seeming relieved. Snowdrift gave a rumbling purr, eyes slitting affectionately.

              “I’m glad you felt comfortable coming to me with this, and I promise to help you in any way I can. For now, why don’t you try practicing what we came up with? You can start with your brothers, maybe, or Mintfrost- whoever you feel comfortable with. After that, we can try with other cats. Sound reasonable enough?” Again, Turtlepaw nodded, blinking gratefully at Snowdrift.

              “It does! It really does. Thank you so much Snowdrift! I promise, I’ll work really hard.” She bounced to her feet, smiling brightly. Snowdrift laughed before getting up himself to lead her out of the den.

              “Alright then, it’s a deal. Why don’t you go get something to eat and relax a bit? I know you’ve been training a lot lately.” Turtlepaw bobbed her head, still smiling as they stepped back into the clearing. With a wave of her tail, she loped off, Snowdrift gazing after her. She ran up to where Mintfrost was grooming herself near the warrior’s den in the now cool dusk, skidding to a stop in front of her mentor. Mintfrost looked up to her, ears flicking as Turtlepaw spoke to her briefly. Turtlepaw must’ve told her about her conversation with Snowdrift as Mintfrost’s gaze cut over to where he was sitting, still watching them. She dipped her head at him, which he returned respectfully, despite the unease he felt. It was at that moment that Softgaze shuffled up to him.

              “Alright, my boy, have you eaten? We need to head out soon.” Shaking his head, Snowdrift followed after Softgaze to get something to eat, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest. It felt good to help Turtlepaw, the interaction both reminding him of why he became a medicine cat and inspiring him with more confidence and determination regarding the omen. He could handle being a medicine cat, and everything that meant.

              There’s still time, he thought. We can still keep the clans safe.

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              It was cold on the moor, the wind unhindered by the trees and underbrush that made up Thunderclan’s territory. Snowdrift sat pressed up against Softgaze, sheltering the old molly from the bite of the wind. Fernfire and Kestrelcall sat huddled close by, looking uncomfortable as the wind buffeted their short fur. It was later than usual, but their Riverclan compatriots had yet to appear, which was odd. Reedpelt was notoriously punctual, often the first one waiting when the others arrived, a complaining Splashpaw sprawled by her side. Snowdrift was starting to worry, as the moon was climbing higher in the sky with no sign of them. Fernfire looked like he was about to say something when Kestrelcall’s ears pricked, his attention focused on the hill they sat near.

              “I hear someone- hopefully they’re finally here.”

              They watched as three cats crested the hill, which was surprising enough, but a ball of ice started to form in Snowdrifts stomach as he saw who it was.

              Oakstar and his deputy, Coppertail, were leading a miserable Splashpaw towards the assembled medicine cats, faces set in grim lines. Splashpaw was sniffing and hiccupping, paws dragging, as they finally drew up to the now concerned group of healers.

              “I’m afraid I have terrible news,” Oakstar rumbled, the old tom looking defeated. “Reedpelt was found on the riverbank just a short time ago, drowned.”

              It was a lightning strike had hit the group. Fernfire’s eyes blew open, Kestrelcall’s fur stood on end, Softgaze dropped her head in grief. Snowdrift couldn’t help his surprised gasp, unable to comprehend the news. How on earth does a Riverclan cat drown?

              “We have no idea how it happened. She was going to check some herb spots before leaving tonight, so she could discuss how best to prepare for leafbare with the rest of you. A border patrol found her near Windclan territory, and…” Oakstar trailed off with a heavy sigh. “I come to ask you all for a favor- specifically our Thunderclan friends.” He glanced over at Splashpaw, the normally bright tom staring ahead like he wasn’t aware of what was going on around him. “Splashpaw is only two moons into his training, and we have no one else to teach him. As the only clan with two medicine cats, I humbly ask that one of you might help us, and help him, by stepping in for Reedpelt and continuing to mentor Splashpaw.”

              Before he had even finished Softgaze was rising to her feet, normally sweet face set into a determined frown. “You don’t even have to ask,” she mewed firmly. “I will return with you tonight. Snowdrift will inform Stonestar once he returns to camp.” Her tone left no room for an argument, not that Snowdrift was planning on challenging her. Oakstar’s eyes glittered with relief as he bowed his head in deference to the old molly.

              “I cannot thank you enough,” he rasped. “If we may, Coppertail and I will escort you all to Highstones. We will wait outside until you are finished.” The group murmured their consent, all eyes shifting towards Splashpaw. Coppertail had moved to try and protect him from the wind, fluffy ginger tail wrapped securely around the young tom. Splashpaw didn’t seem to notice.

              The somber group set out, moving with haste as the night was growing older and colder. As promised, Oakstar and Coppertail staid by the entrance of the Mothermouth, giving Splashpaw worried looks as he trailed after the other healers. When they arrived in the cave the Moonstone was already aglow, and for a moment they all sat in silence, staring at the crystal in collective grief.

              The quiet was broken by Fernfire’s sigh. He carefully made his way over to Splashpaw, nudging the silver tabby into lying down by the stone before starting to groom his ears.

              “See if any of you might learn something about this,” he murmured to the others. “I’ll watch over Splashpaw.”

              The other three nodded, and Snowdrift felt numb as he lied down and pressed his nose to the stone, his stomach sinking at the overwhelming belief that it was all his fault.

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              Snowdrift once again awoke in the empty chamber, but when he spun around, his father was nowhere to be seen.

              “Please! Tell me what to do!” His desperate cry echoed around the chamber and down the tunnels, but there was no response. Snowdrift screwed his eyes shut, sitting down heavily. There was no doubt in his mind that whatever happened to Reedpelt was connected with the murder of Poppypaw and Falconstar, but he had no idea what to do about it. It would be another week before he met with the others he had found, and he had yet to discover the Windclan cat who was supposed to help. I thought I had more time!

              Suddenly, there was a shuffle behind him. Snowdrift whipped around to see a small, fluffy molly sitting in front of the Moonstone. Her back was to him, and in the blue glow of the chamber it was difficult to see what color her fur might be. When she turned to face him, however, he froze.

              Her eyes were a glowing mint green.

              “I’ve been here before,” she mewed distantly, “I mean, I haven’t, but I’ve dreamed of it so many times…”

              “What’s your name?” Snowdrift blurted, desperate but hopeful. “Are you a Windclan cat?” The little molly blinked, looking at him like she just realized he was there.

              “My name is Teasel- or, Teaselpaw, rather. I just came to Windclan, but I wasn’t born there.” A thrill shot down Snowdrift’s spine. This was it! The final cat.

              “I need your help.” He said quickly. “Meet me at Fourtrees, the night of the new moon. I’ll explain it all then.”

              Teaselpaw blinked, looking confused, but as she opened her mouth to speak the light in the chamber went out. In the darkness, the scent of mint started to become overpowering. Fear once again washed over Snowdrift like a wave, and he reached blindly into the dark for Teaselpaw.

              “Run!” Snowdrift yowled, pushing the apprentice in front of him before he darted out of the Mothermouth. The dream played out the same as it had before, the mint growing furiously around them as Snowdrift and Teaselpaw raced towards Fourtrees. This time, however, there were already cats in the hollow when they burst through the barrier around it.

              Snowdrift recognized Piketail and Briarmask as they gazed at him in alarm. They were standing in front of each other, claws out and fur bristling, but it seemed whatever confrontation they had been having was forgotten in light of the scene before them. The mint was everywhere now, and as Snowdrift and Teaselpaw stumbled to a halt, all four cats were soon caught in its inescapable grip. Four different voices echoed out across the hollow as they struggled fruitlessly against the tide.

              “Save them.”

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              Snowdrift’s eyes flew open, his sides heaving in exertion as he shakily sat up. A quick glance revealed Softgaze and Kestrelcall were still dreaming, their paws and noses twitching. Splashpaw’s back was facing him, but Fernfire was watching Snowdrift with sharp eyes.

              “Briarmask spoke to me,” the golden tom mewed. “I don’t know what it is you saw, but I encouraged her to speak with you. And do let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

              Snowdrift hesitated for a moment, before deciding to tell Fernfire what he knew. I need all the help I can get.

              “I received an omen- enemies from within are moving against the clans, and I think it has something to do with Falconstar, Poppypaw, and now Reedpelt’s death. I’m just not sure what. I was told others were chosen to help: Briarmask, of course, Piketail of Riverclan, and Teaselpaw of Windclan. Beyond that, the only hint I’ve gotten is that this is all connected to mint, somehow.” Splashpaw’s ears twitched at the mention of his clanmate’s name, but he didn’t say anything. Fernfire nodded thoughtfully, shifting to press more firmly against Splashpaw’s side.

              “Alright, I’ll keep an eye out. If someone is targeting medicine cats, we all need to be careful.” Snowdrift started at that- somehow, it hadn’t crossed his mind that the medicine cats themselves were being targeted, but it made sense with Reedpelt’s death. Before, it had seemed like Falconstar was the target, Poppypaw an unfortunate victim of circumstance. If it was the other way around…

              Snowdrift dipped his head to Fernfire, thanking him quietly.  Softgaze and Kestrelcall began to stir, and Fernfire shot Snowdrift another look.

              “If you don’t mind, I’ll tell Kestrelcall. I don’t know if he’ll take it well.” Snowdrift nodded quickly, relieved he wouldn’t be the one telling Kestrelcall his daughter had potentially been targeted. He padded over to Softgaze’s side, helping her up from the floor.

              “Our ancestors approve of me going to Riverclan.” She rasped. “Head back to camp quickly, and inform Stonestar of what has happened.” Snowdrift abruptly realized that Softgaze would not be returning home with him, and that he would be Thunderclan’s sole medicine cat for… he didn’t know how long. Until Splashpaw can handle it on his own, I suppose. So… moons probably, the thought adding another weight to his stomach. Snowdrift tried to not show the sudden anxiety that came over him, but Softgaze knew him too well. She let out a comforting purr, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “You’ll be just fine,” she murmured. “I trust in you completely. If you need anything, just come to the Riverclan camp. We have a right to visit each other when necessary, and I doubt Oakstar will mind.” Snowdrift nodded, giving her an affectionate nudge before turning to the other cats.

              “I’ll be off then. My apologies for leaving so soon.” His gaze landed on Splashpaw, who looked dead on his feet, still yet to say a word. Snowdrift padded over to the little apprentice, rasping an affectionate lick across his forehead. “I’m so very sorry, Splashpaw. Softgaze will take good care of you. And Reedpelt would be very proud.” Splashpaw’s face screwed up at his mentor’s name, but he nodded. With a comforting brush of his tail, Snowdrift dipped his head once more to his fellow healers before turning and trotting out of the chamber.

              We need to figure out who’s behind this, and quickly- before anyone else is lost.

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              Snowdrift raced home, following closely along the side of the Thunderpath. While odious, and often dangerous, the Thunderpath was usually silent this time of night, and it was the most direct way home. Plus, gathering clouds were making the night even darker, and he was struggling to see, making the clear path along the road the easiest way to traverse the territory quickly. He was back in Thunderclan territory, and just about to bear south when the smell of mint hit him in the face, sharp as a swat from a heavy paw. Snowdrift skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. He could see nothing in the darkness, but his fur was prickling with unease. There was an oak tree right next to him, on the edge of the forest- quickly, he clawed his way up the trunk, crawling out along a limb to try and see what was going on. As he did, the clouds parted slightly, affording him the barest glimpse of his surroundings. What he saw made him freeze in fear.

              Just briefly, he saw a brown and white form next to a smaller, black smudge, dark as the night around him. The black smudge stole out towards the Thunderpath just as the clouds reconverged, enveloping them in the darkness. Mintfrost? Meeting a Shadowclan cat?

              This must be the murderers, he thought desperately to himself, then realized his position- alone and unprepared to face them. Snowdrift scrambled back towards the trunk of the tree, huddling close to it and praying the branches were enough to hide his bright white fur from the cats below. And please, don’t let them look up.

              It felt like years before his heart calmed, and he opened his mouth to sniff the air. The scent of mint was completely gone- he let out a whispered prayer of thanks to the ancestors, sure that without the warning he would’ve careened right into those two cats, which certainly would’ve been disastrous. He needed to get home, now, and prepare to meet the other cats-

              They had a lot to worry about.

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