#kitty shifter series

[slashyrogue]

Spacedogs AU: The Cat’s Fancy

Adam doesn't know why he goes to the park that night.

It's cloudy, there's little visibility, and yet he finds himself heading outside.

His breakup still stings from just a few weeks prior, and while he's sometimes lonely Adam doesn't try to talk to strangers much anymore. Beth's rejection made him think he's better off alone, and when he spots people in the park he avoids them heading as far back as he can possibly get hoping for just a glimpse of the stars outside.

But when he hears a hiss coming from the bushes behind him he freezes.

Everyone knows shifters aren't prone to attacking humans, mostly other shifters, but he's still never met one and the sound is far too loud to be just a normal sized cat. He gets up from the bench, hand in his pocket to grab the taser he always carries, and is about to leave when he hears a whimper.

And he sees a clawed hand sticking out as if trying to reach someone.

Adam takes a deep breath and goes down on his knees, pushing back the leaves to see a man deeply injured curled up in the bushes.

"Oh!" he says, reaching to grab the man's arm, "Are you alright?"

He pulls, barely able to get the man out halfway, and lets go when he realizes he's right.

It's a shifter.

The injury must've made him stop mid-shift, his body half cat but still very human, and the blood all over him makes Adam's chest hurt.

"Are...do you need an ambulance? I'll call..."

The shifter grabs his arm, digging his nails in, and Adam whimpers turning back to look at him.

"No...no...cops..."

"But...you're hurt and...you're hurting me!" he yells, pushing him back hard.

The shifter crawls closer, and his ripped clothes make him shiver.

"I just...I need to...get home."

"I have to call the ambulance," Adam repeats, tears in his eyes as he looks at the claw on his arm, "I...I..."

The cat shifter growls, trying to shift again, and Adam pulls out his phone to dial 911.

"Hello? Hello, I've found an injured cat shifter in Woods Park. He's right near the cluster of elms at the back and he's bleeding and...aggressive."

"No cops, no..."

Adam watches the shifter pass out, going limp, and sits down on the grass beside him. He's surprised when the shifter comes closer, nuzzling his arm, and it feels wrong to be excited at the attention but he is.

He pets the shifter's head as a loud purr reaches his ears.

"They're gonna take care of you," he says, "I...I'll stay till they come, ok? They'll take care of you."

The ambulance doesn't arrive for almost twenty minutes, and the shifter gets so aggressive that Adam ends up coming along since him just being close calms the shifter down.

The shifter who, according to the ID in his pocket, is named Nigel Ibanescu.

Nigel ends up having many injuries that didn't heal because of the bush he'd been hiding in.

"Cats are allergic to hosta plants," the doctor says, as Adam sits beside Nigel, "It was...a fluke I suppose. Any longer entangled in that he might not have made it out. You saved his life."

They give Nigel some antibiotics, and after a few hours Adam can see the wounds healing rapidly which makes him look much more normal - though his brown cat ears are prominent on top of his head. Nigel hasn't let go of him the entire time, purring so loudly Adam is sure he'll hear it in his dreams, but he knows he has to go.

"You'll be ok," he says, "I have to get home and...I...I don't like it here. You'll be ok, Nigel."

Nigel makes a sound when Adam pulls himself away, and it's harder than he expects to leave but he does, getting home so late he passes out cold. Adam is grateful that he's off the next morning, even if he feels anxious about how much he missed the day before.

And he can't stop thinking about Nigel.

Was he ok?

Who hurt him?

Adam is in the middle of breakfast when he gets his answer.

The knock at his door has him confused and when he peeks out he stares wide eyed at who's on the other side.

"Nigel."

Adam doesn't know why he opens the door.

Curiosity?

Worry?

But as soon as he does Nigel pulls him into his arms, and the sound of his purring has Adam confused.

"Mine."

The word gives Adam pause.

"What?"

Nigel pulls back, his almost yellow eyes nearly glowing in the sunlight, and his smile makes Adam's heart beat faster.

"You're mine," he says, breathing in deep, "All mine, Darling. You..."

Adam pushes him off, shaking his head. "I don't know you, I...I don't...I'm not anyone's."

"Adam..."

He hurries back into his apartment, locking the door fast, and his heart is beating wildly as he looks out to see Nigel still there with his ears down as he glares. 

"I know you're there, Adam," he says, nearly hissing, "I can hear your heart beating. You saved me last night, Darling, and I followed your scent all the way here. You might not understand, but....I'm not going anywhere."

Nigel leaves, at least from Adam's view, and he turns to put his hand over the scratch mark on his arm.

What did Nigel mean Adam was his?

And why, despite how scared Adam felt, did he want to see him again?

[heretoobsessstuff]

I'm kind of new to the fandom and I was wondering do you have any fic recs? Also love your blog!

omg hii and welcome! thank u sm!!

Do I HAVE fic recs? oh gosh anon I'm afraid you've unleashed the beast inside me lol. Buckle up cause this is going to be a long ass list. I'm prob gonna keep on adding to it as I remember. I'll try to link both their ao3 accs and tumblr handles (if they have one) so u can go on and explore for urself :)

Would you do anything for me by @marionettefthjm (oh man this is such a ride. Funny, heartfelt, so well and beautifully written I felt like I was watching a movie. Joan I will love u forever. Their other works are beautiful as well!)

In a lonely place (Together) by @counting0nit (listen, I have prob said this 100 times but they're one of my fave authors in the fandom. The whole "don't count on it" series and literally everything they've ever written you'd love it if u wanna experience some canon beauty and pain.)

In this and every life, I'd choose you everytime by @joeyalohadream (If they posted their grocery list on ao3 I would prob still read it. I feel like their 'coolerverse' series which is what I've linked is a classic in the fandom at this point. beautiful Hurt/comfort and John being tender I've reread multiple times.)

When the bones are good by @aramblingjay (this one not only is one of my fave mota fics but its one of my fave fics PERIOD. It's so beautifully written, the characterization is gorgeous, idk how many times I've reread.)

Learning Curve by @hogans-heroes (This is also one of my fave fics. Buck and Bucky's relationship explored through the eyes of Alex. I shed a lot of tears reading this. This is literally canon in my head and made me fall in love with Alex even though he had like 20 mins of screen time in the actual series lol)

Blue skies by @majorbuckyegan (Another classic. This whole series is beautiful and explores the buckies all through the war and after it. Checking my email 20 times each saturday waiting for an update lol)

This must be the place by @blixabargelds (what else can i say other than WHUMP HIM HARDER. I love me a good gale whump and this is just so so beautifully written. obsessed.)

ain't it easy? by @stereobone (Literally obsessed with every piece they've ever written but this one has a special place in my heart. Gale letting himself lose control bc he trusts Bucky that much. Just love to see it)

like to see your eyes open up real wide by @recmeidareya (a beautiful collection of canon-compliant one shots which I'm obsessed with. The writing is stunning and chapter 2 never fails to make me cry.)

Eudaimonia by @swifty-fox (modern outlaw au, absolutely obsessed with the visualization and the imagery in this series. The writing and the storyline is incredibly beautiful and needs to be turned into a movie)

Tell me you're going to be alright by @alienoresimagines (They tend to each other's wounds, they make love, man this is just beautiful, tender, soft, desperate, sensual. in love with this)

kitty Gale series by @avonne-writes (shape shifter Gale! Avonne has so many beautiful pieces which I'm obsessed with, but this one is just special and comforting and fun and I love it so so much)

Check back cause i will be adding more to this as I go through my ao3 bookmarks ;)

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 77

This week's fic recs! :D

every cat has its day by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Batfam, wip. More shifter cat Bruce! This time, it's bath time for some of his shifter children. Shenanigans ensue.

Blood and Honey by RedFive - Superbat, wip. Mershark Bruce and his pod of killer whales are hunting yachts. Marine biologist Clark is there to investigate. Featuring my new favorite tag "Appetizer to Lovers."

Parts of a Whole by Anonymous - Superwonderbat, complete. Omegaverse Trinity with Dom Diana? Yes please.

misty by TheResurrectionist @frownyalfred - Superbat, complete. Survival horror my B E L O V E D. Clark was extra creepy in this one, I loved it :D

A kindred bond by Nyszu @theocddiaries - Superbat, wip. I about shrieked when I saw this fic updated! It's more of the fic where Bruce gets kidnapped by evil Superman and rescued by his Superman. So much angst and hurt/comfort, I love it!

Smoke and Mirrors by Sunshineandmoonlight9 - Superbat, complete. Battinson and Cavil Superman team up!!!!!

it runs wide and it runs deep by Goldmonger - Superman & Batman, complete. Superman gets dosed with fear toxin, Batman is there to help.

Triple Chocolate Ice Cream by A_Hamilton - Superbat, complete. Clark is sad that his boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, flirted with Superman (never mind that he's Superman too), and stops talking to him. For some reason, Batman is upset with Superman now too. What's a guy to do? :(

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by signifier @sig-nifier - Poolverine, complete. Part of the carmine and bumblebee series. Wade gets stuck in a time loop (kinda like the movie Edge of Tomorrow!) and tries to get unstuck while keeping Logan alive. It's a lot harder than you think.

Soft Kitty by pomegranatesushi - Poolverine, complete. Logan purrs. It's SUPER ADORABLE.

Home is a four-letter word and it's spelled W A D E series by Curupia @curupia - Poolverine, latest fic in series is wip. What happens after the world saving. Plenty of angst, lack of communication, and feels. So, my favorite :) The current fic being updated in this series is Logan being Domestic while Wade flirts at him (and breaks his brain). I've been enjoying the heck out of it.

i swore hands were made for fighting by WhatIsAir - Poolverine, complete. Logan and Wade are dating. No one told Logan this. Shenanigans ensue.

only you can me (scream and beg for more) by yellow_crayon @yellowwwcrayon - Poolverine, wip. An update to the Omegaverse Poolverine fic that I am absolutely in love with. The sass that Logan gives Tony in this fic is top tier, I was giggling so much.

Relationship Advice by fir_forest - Poolverine, wip. Wade needs some relationship advice, so he goes to the best possible place to find it: Reddit. Shenanigans ensue.

shattered glass by anarkissed @anarkissed-ao3 - Poolverine, complete. All the sex scenes, kissing, and general horniness the movie should have had :)

Men and their Problems series by capitalismwasamistake @capitalismwasamistake - Poolverine, complete. These two fics made me Unwell (affectionate), I will most likely reread them again this week. These fics convey how these characters have the most fucked up romance while being funny and cute and soft and sharp and freaky and I LOVED EVERY WORD OF THEM. I partially blame my love of this fic on the fact that my first fandom was Hannibal. Make sure to check the tags, both stories get a bit bloody :)

Happy reading!

[writeforfandoms]

State of My Head 1

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Your life is pretty good. Run around as a cat, get into places you shouldn’t, and get back out. Occasionally shift back to human to flirt. And on your way again you go. Until you make the mistake of trotting right into a military base and getting caught.

Warnings: Lying, mentions of hunting and eating small critters, reader is a literal cat (cat shifter), swearing, minor violence, world building, shifter etiquette, some self-deprecating humor, mention of death, threats of violence. 

Word count: 4.8k

Eventual Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x f!shifter!reader (I swear this has a happy ending)

Nighttime jaunts were your favorite. Fewer people to avoid, less noise, fun hunting. Plus, as a cat you could see pretty well in the dark. It was great. 

Tonight, though, you had a new goal in mind. There was a military base you’d never seen the inside of. And the middle of the night would be a perfect time to explore. 

It didn’t take long to find a gap at the bottom of the fence big enough for you to squeeze through. You were small as a cat, no bigger than the average house cat. You trotted past a dirt path, ignored an obstacle course altogether, and finally started sniffing around some buildings. The base was big, larger than you’d anticipated. Interesting.

Also lacking in rodents to chase, at least at this time of night. Damn. 

You scaled a perfect tree next to one building, sharp claws making the task easy. One leap and you went from the tree to the roof of the building, padding up to the very top of the roof. Then you sat, curling your tail over your feet, to observe your temporary territory. This was a good spot - you could see a good part of the base, there was a nice fresh breeze up here, and all was quiet. 

Honestly, a good napping spot.

You’d just wake up with the sun and be on your way again before anyone noticed you. 

Things didn’t quite work out that way. You woke to a creak and a sudden shift in the lighting, sunlight blocked by something. You blinked your eyes open, expecting a shadow. 

And found yourself looking instead at a man. 

You were on your feet a moment later, hissing as he reached for you. 

“It’s okay kitty,” he said, voice soft and easy. “C’mere, I’ll help you down.”

As if you needed help down from the roof! You hissed again for good measure and then bolted, running straight past his outstretched hand and ignoring his shout. You jumped to the tree, pausing to regroup. 

An entire group of soldiers stood around watching events unfold. There was some good-natured laughing and teasing as the man on the roof got back down, swearing. 

You eyed the drop, thinking about how best to proceed. This had definitely not been part of the plan. 

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” another man cooed, both hands lifted towards you. “We’re just trying to help. You’re okay. Nobody is gonna hurt you. C’mere, pretty kitty.”

Almost despite yourself, your ears pricked forward, listening to him. He sounded nice, at least. You crept forward slowly, and a few of the soldiers moved closer too. You backed up, and the man hissed at them and flapped one hand at them until they backed off again. So you started forward again, carefully, until you could sniff the tips of his fingers. 

Well. He smelled okay, at least. Still moving cautiously, you moved closer, letting him grab you. He was gentle, so you decided not to attempt to murder him. Even better, he promptly cuddled you into his chest, scratching your ears. 

Okay. This one could live.

“Wonder where she came from?” one of the others asked, sneaking closer. Not sneaking very well though. 

“No idea,” the one holding you said. “Doesn’t have a collar.”

“Could be a stray.”

“What would a stray be doing in here, though?”

“I’m sure there’s mice and things for her to catch, that’s probably what brought her here.” 

You let the talking wash over you, amused. This wasn’t bad. You’d let them coddle you for a few more minutes and then be on your way. You could run faster than them, after all. 

“What’s all this?”

The soldiers all stopped and turned to look at someone new. He was wearing a silly-looking hat. 

“We found a cat, sir,” the one holding you said. Very unnecessarily, if anyone asked you. (They didn’t. Nobody ever did. It was enough to hurt a girl’s feelings after a while.) 

“I can see that. It doesn’t belong on base.”

“We thought she might be a stray,” one of the others offered. “We were going to bring her to you, sir.” 

He snorted, finally walking over closer, eyeing you. One hand reached out, and for a moment you thought he was going to pet you. Rude, since he didn’t let you sniff his hand first, but whatever. 

Except he scruffed you.

You yowled plaintively as he held you aloft, dangling uncomfortably from his hand. Squirming only got you held tighter. This was embarrassing - you hadn’t been scruffed like this since you were a kitten. 

“She doesn’t belong on base,” the hatted man said. “I’m sure you all have things to be doing.”

With a despondent scattering of “yes, sir”s, the soldiers all left you to your fate. 

“Well, guess you’re stuck with me until I can get animal control out here.” His voice was low and rumbling, and he carried you with him towards one of the buildings. It was really uncomfortable, and you yowled again, trying to grab something to hold on to. 

“Captain,” a new person called, and, really, how many people were there on this base? 

“Gaz.” The captain paused, at least. 

“Why do you–nevermind. Give me the cat, you’re making me sad just watching you carry it like that.” 

“It’s a stray,” the captain pointed out, even as he held you out. 

Gaz was quick to scoop you up, one arm sturdy under your paws, his other holding you steady. “She, I think,” he said, looking down at you. You blinked up at him, already relaxing again now that you weren’t being dangled about. “Doesn’t look like a typical stray.”

He may not have meant it as a compliment, but you took it that way. You knew you looked striking as a cat, with bold rosettes and spots, eyes and ears rounder and bigger than a typical housecat. 

The captain grunted. “Still doesn’t belong on base,” he grumbled. 

“Aw, c’mon, cap. Can’t hurt to let her hang around for a few hours.” Gaz shifted his grip on you to let you sniff his fingers. Oh, you approved. And he smelled nice! You liked this one. 

“Just don’t let it get into any trouble.” The captain waved one hand, heading back inside. 

“You won’t cause any trouble, will you?” Gaz murmured to you, low and soothing. He had a nice voice. 

You blinked at him and very deliberately meowed. Human-raised cats did that, and you didn’t want him thinking you were more than a typical cat. 

“Good kitty.” He scratched under your chin, and you stretched your neck out to give him more room. Mmm, that felt nice. 

“Hey Gaz, whatcha got there?” 

“Soap.” Gaz shifted his grip on you just a little, and you blinked at the new person. Soap, apparently. Ridiculous. “Someone found a stray cat on base and I rescued her from Cap.” 

“Pretty kitty,” Soap murmured, holding out a hand for you to sniff. Oh good, you’d found the polite ones. “Bit exotic, isn’t she?”

“I thought so too, but she’s well-behaved.” Gaz stroked one big hand down your back. 

“Huh.” Soap tickled under your chin. “Ye wanna come cuddle, kitty?” 

“Nuh uh, she’s with me.” Gaz turned slightly away from Soap, much to your amusement. 

“Ye can share,” Soap wheedled. 

“Maybe later.” Gaz smirked down at you as he started walking. “You’re on duty with me, cat.” 

Well. Not the worst thing in the world. You did wait until he had stopped somewhere again to crawl up onto his shoulder, balancing across his shoulders easily to watch the world from this new vantage point. He didn’t even protest, just let you get settled there. 

And you stayed there until lunch time. Gaz sat at a table with Soap, the two bantering. But you mostly ignored them, because Gaz tore pieces of meat off his sandwich and fed them to you. You accepted each morsel delicately, careful not to bite him by accident, quite content with how this was going. 

A good-smelling man hand-feeding you bits of his own lunch? Yes, thank you. 

“My turn,” Soap declared once lunch was over, picking you up and cuddling you to his chest. You made a disgruntled noise but decided to show mercy and not kill him. 

“Take it easy with her, yeah?” Gaz did not try to grab you back but he did watch Soap as the Scot left with you. 

“Well, pretty, let’s torment some rookies, aye?” His fingers scratched through your fur, which was acceptable. For now. But you still scrambled up onto his shoulders as soon as you could, much preferring this to being cradled like an infant. 

Soap was okay, but he was a little too handsy. He kept reaching up to rub your fur or play with your tail or even rub his nose into your side. That got him a gentle swat to the head. But otherwise you bore the indignity with aloof grace. 

“Johnny, if you're not careful, that cat’s gonna kill you.” 

You did not jump at the voice behind you, because that would be undignified. You did not hiss either. You might’ve dug your claws in, but Soap turned too fast anyway. 

“Nah, she’s a right sweet li’l thing,” Soap cooed, reaching up to tickle your chin again. 

And that was enough of that. You tensed, gathering yourself, and jumped from him to the big masked man, who didn’t even flinch when you scrambled up to his shoulders. Ha! Even taller now! 

“Easy, cat.” This one had a nice voice, deep and rumbly. But he let you settle in without touching you, which you appreciated. 

Soap was pouting when you looked at him, and you turned your face away from him, haughty. That’s what he got for ignoring your signals to stop. 

The big masked man didn’t seem to mind you perching on his shoulder as long as you kept your claws to yourself. And you were well-mannered, so of course you kept your claws to yourself. He didn’t annoy you, after all. 

It was an arrangement that worked well for both of you until dinner time. 

You spotted Gaz across the room and shamelessly abandoned your current perch, trotting under tables and around soldiers until you could leap up onto the table next to Gaz. You sat, tail curling around your paws, and chirped at him. 

“Hi there, beautiful,” he greeted, holding out his hand for you to sniff. You headbutted his palm, eyes half-lidded. He already smelled warm and familiar, like safety. 

And, just as you’d hoped, he fed you bits of his dinner. You could get used to this kind of treatment. 

“Gaz, I thought you were going to get rid of the cat.” The captain sat across from him, looking disgruntled. 

“She’s sweet,” Gaz defended. “And she’s not hurting anything.”

The captain grunted, eyes narrowing at you. “At least get her off the table.” 

Gaz didn’t protest, just picked you up gently and settled you on his lap instead. You hunkered down there, gently kneading his thigh. This was a comfy spot. 

After dinner seemed to be downtime. Soap once again attempted to nab you, which you deftly avoided by skittering out of the mess hall. 

Which meant you had some time to yourself. 

You meandered around the base, staying out of reach of the soldiers with ease. Honestly, it was amusing to watch them light up at seeing a cat. Especially since none of them had any idea that you were more than just a cat. 

You did a bit of hunting, more for fun than anything. You were still satisfied with the meal Gaz had shared with you. 

The base quieted, settling in for the night. And you crept towards the barracks, slipping in an open window and then making your way through the halls, sniffing under every door until you found the right one. 

And then you sat and scratched at the door. Politely. 

When that didn’t elicit an immediate reaction, you scratched some more. And then stretched up on your hind legs to sniff the handle and see if you could turn it without shifting back to human. 

“Hey, kitty.” 

You startled, tail poofing up, and spun to look at Gaz. He looked abashed, crouching down slowly with his hands out. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he cooed, gentle and warm. “You looking for someplace to sleep?” 

You chirped at him, consciously willing your tail back to normal. You’d still have to groom it later. When Gaz hesitated, you chirped again and threw yourself against his calves, winding between his feet with obvious affection. 

Amused now, he opened the door for you, letting you in first. 

An opportunity you didn’t miss. 

His room was neat, of course. And smelled like him. Which was amazing. You checked under his bed (boring), on top of his bed (pillow was too flat), and even batted at his footlocker (smelled interesting but also closed). 

“Mischievous,” he said, still amused. “Alright, if you wanna stay you gotta settle down, right? I need sleep.” 

You meowed at him, but made sure you weren’t too loud. That would count as agreement, right? 

He ran gentle fingers over your head and behind your ears before he turned to start undressing. You thought about watching… but gave him his privacy, turning instead to sniff the rest of his room. Humans were so body-shy, for reasons you’d never understood. 

The bed creaked, and you trotted back and jumped lightly onto the bed. He laid down, getting comfortable, and you followed suit. 

You only took up part of his pillow.

“Cat,” he spluttered, one hand gently nudging you to the side. “Oi. I need to breathe, yeah?” 

You lifted your head to give him a supremely unimpressed look. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbled. “This is my bed.”

You put your head down again and closed your eyes, pointedly. He huffed something between a sigh and a laugh, but he settled down and stopped moving. You took it as agreement. 

You woke when he got up, stretching out and giving him a bit of privacy to dress for the day again. 

“Don’t think I can keep you with me all day,” he admitted, reaching over to pet the top of your head again. “Probably don’t wanna come running with me.”

No. No you did not. Smart man. You rewarded his intelligence by headbutting his hand. 

“Well, tell you what, I’ll see if I can spot you for breakfast, yeah?” He smiled, scratching under your chin gently. “Just don’t let Price catch you, he’ll toss you out.” 

You purred your agreement. You couldn’t entirely blame the captain - he just didn’t seem to like cats. (You could take that personally. It was in your nature to take that personally. But you decided to be the bigger person here and simply decide he was tasteless.) 

So you had some time to yourself. You avoided the many feet and scaled the nearest tree, using trees and rooftops as your highways. The day was beautiful, sunny and not too warm, and you found a good napping spot on top of a roof. Out of sight from below, this time. 

You did not show up to breakfast, because you didn’t want to be too predictable, but also because you didn’t want to seem too smart. So you napped through breakfast, content to just lay in the sunshine. 

You could get used to this kind of life. Quiet. Having your own territory, not having to fight for space or food. Especially being hand-fed by a gorgeous man. 

But then you also ran the risk of being discovered, if you stayed. And that could end poorly. 

Someone wearing a new cat scarf kind of poorly. 

You stretched languidly before getting to your feet. The safest thing to do would be to stay another day or two and then be on your way. If you really wanted stability, you’d find somewhere in a city to be a human too, carve out your own space as both cat and human. 

It was something to consider, at least. 

Going across rooftops, you investigated more of the compound. You could smell the shooting range, making your nose wrinkle and your ears flick back. But you gamely kept on, sniffing around and exploring. 

This really was a good spot, though. No competition. Lots of room to roam. 

And mice. One of which you caught, shaking until its neck broke. You weren’t really hungry, didn’t need it for kittens or anything. 

So you trotted off to a quiet spot near the fence and buried the mouse. 

By the time you meandered your way back, the sun was high in the sky. Probably lunch time. Mmm. Hopefully Gaz would agree to give you food again. 

You peeked into the mess, looking for your person. He was, of course, near the back, with Soap and Ghost (although Ghost didn’t have food in front of him). Pleased, you trotted over to the table, tail held high. 

“Hi kitty!” Soap reached one hand down, wiggling his fingers at you, clearly trying to tempt you closer. You ignored him and jumped into Gaz’s lap. 

“Looks like she likes him better,” Ghost drawled. 

“She has good taste,” Gaz agreed with a proud smile, offering you his fingers to sniff. You headbutted his hand before tipping your head to invite chin scratches. He obeyed easily. Such a good human, you really needed to think of an appropriate way to reward his good behavior. 

Especially since he once again began offering you pieces of meat. 

“Gonna spoil her,” Ghost warned, though he made no move to actually stop Gaz.

“She’s just a cat,” Gaz said with a shrug. “Besides, if she’s really a stray, she might wander off again.”

“Not likely, with how you’re feeding her.” Ghost watched as you delicately took another piece of lunch meat from Gaz. 

“She’s fine.” Gaz smiled down at you. You slow-blinked up at him, warm and content. 

And he let you ride around on his shoulder the rest of the day, so long as you kept your claws to yourself (which you did). 

You could get used to being a shoulder cat. 

You spent the next two days similarly - hunting for fun and to keep your reflexes honed, eating the bites Gaz gave you, running around base, and sleeping on his bed. If you hadn’t given up on the concept of having your very own person, you would have wanted someone like Gaz. Someone who treated you gently, and gave you room to be your own cat, and gazed at you with affection. 

But it was not to be. For one thing, he thought you were a cat. For another, you knew you needed to move on soon, before you got any more attached. 

You stretched in the early morning light in Gaz’s room, and then blinked. Wait. Something felt wrong about that stretch. 

Your hand bumped Gaz’s shoulder and you blinked again. Hand. Not paw. 

Oh fuck.

Gaz opened his eyes, still sleepy, and you froze, your own eyes wide. He blinked once. 

And then yelled, startled, falling out of bed. You yelled too, because oh shit this was bad. You dove off the bed, uncaring that you were human and nude, and yanked the door open. You shifted mid-step, skittering on the slick floor for a few moments as you tried to get enough traction to run. 

By now other doors were opening, people looking out in sleepy confusion. You were half-way down the corridor when you heard Gaz behind you shout, “Get that cat!” 

Soap got close, attempting to straight-up tackle you. He almost managed it, except you swiped at his hand and then used him as a platform to leap off. 

Your paws didn’t even hit the floor as Ghost grabbed you out of mid-air, scruffing you firmly. You yowled, as loud as you could manage, twisting and fighting like hell. At least until someone swaddled you in what smelled like a t-shirt, forcing you to stillness. When your claws poked out through the shirt, a towel was added to the mix.

Leaving you thoroughly burrito’d and helpless. 

“Gaz?” Soap asked, even as he took you from Ghost. “What the fuck, mate?” 

“Price’s office,” was all Gaz said, staring hard at you. You flattened your ears to your skull, growling low and threatening. It was all you could do in this position. 

The three made their way to Price’s office, still sleep-rumpled but wide awake now. Price joined the group, unlocking the door and ushering everyone in.

Gaz deliberately locked the door again. 

“What’s this about?” Price asked, arms crossed over his chest. 

Gaz, however, was staring at you. “Change.” 

You hissed a little, trying to wiggle out of your forced cocoon. You had no idea what would happen if you shifted while you were so tightly wrapped, but you didn’t think it would end well for you. 

“Put her down.” Gaz flicked his gaze to Soap before focusing on you again. 

Soap obeyed slowly, putting you on the couch. You immediately rolled to loosen the towel and then wiggled your way free of the layers of fabric. A quick glance around showed no way out. 

This was going to be unpleasant. 

You shifted back to human, wrinkling your nose at the shift in perspective. Soap swore, Price grunted and stood up straight, and Ghost pulled a gun on you. Where he’d had it, you had no idea. 

“Gaz?” Price demanded, low and furious. 

“Apparently, she’s not a cat.” Gaz was still staring at you, lips thin, jaw clenched. Oh he was angry. “Woke up to her like this.” 

You sighed. “Shifted in my sleep,” you admitted. No point denying it now. 

Price’s jaw clenched and he grabbed one of the extra chairs, pulling it over until he could sit in front of you. With the three others behind him, it was quite clear who was in charge here. “Put that on.” He nodded to the shirt still laying next to you.

You huffed but obeyed. Humans and their weirdness about nudity. Honestly. The shirt was soft at least and covered you well enough. 

“Why are you here?” Price watched you carefully, but you were less concerned about him. Your gaze drifted to Gaz, taking in the tense line of his shoulders, the anger in his eyes. 

“I was curious.” 

“Yeah? About what, exactly?” Gaz asked, voice sharp. 

You didn’t flinch, but you did look down. “This is unclaimed territory, figured I’d stick around for a few days, do some hunting. Relax. And then move on.” 

“Hunting, huh?” Price leaned forward. “And who have you been contracted to hunt?”

“What?” You blinked at the non-sequitur. 

“Or you could just tell us who’s paying you.” Gaz rocked forward a little on the balls of his feet, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You blinked. Twice. “You… think I’m a spy?” 

“Fits, doesn’t it?” Price tipped his head a little, restrained violence in his eyes.

“Not really.” You leaned back, drumming your fingers against your arm. “Look. We don’t like people to know we exist, that’s how we got nearly hunted to extinction before. I’m not a spy, I really was just wandering through.”

“Wandering through a top security military base. Sure.” Gaz sounded unimpressed. 

“Really!” You held your hands up, palms out, at your sides. “I haven’t got a clue about anything here, except that the food is pretty good and I don’t have to fight for the territory.” 

“Then why were you sticking so close to Gaz?” Price again. The two were doing pretty well at tag-team questioning you. 

You shrugged, struggling to put your thoughts in order. “He smells good,” is what you settled on. At the disbelieving scoff from Soap, you shrugged again. “He never smelled… wrong. Angry.” You couldn’t help looking at him again. Sure, your sense of smell was muted as a human, but you could still smell well enough to smell the anger pouring off him now. “It’s hard to explain.” 

“You expect us to believe that you chose Gaz, at random, because he smelled nice?” Price raised one eyebrow slowly, conveying exactly how foolish it sounded. 

“That and he never grabbed me.” You grimaced. “Things are simpler. As a cat.”

Price leaned back in his seat slowly, considering. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have you arrested and shipped off to a lab.” 

And there it was. Well. At least it came from Price and not from Gaz. You weren’t sure you’d recover if it came from Gaz. “Being turned into a scarf isn’t on my list of things to do this year.”

Soap was the first one to get it, his eyes going wide. He glanced at the others, shifting his weight. Gaz stayed perfectly still. 

“Cap,” Soap murmured. 

Price pushed to his feet, narrowing his eyes at you. “Do. Not. Move.” The four of them moved, stepping out of the room, although Ghost remained in the doorway, both blocking your exit and keeping his gun on you. 

He was absolutely prepared to shoot you. You were absolutely prepared to be shot before they could ship you off to a lab. 

Unfortunately, they spoke too quietly for you to hear much, just the murmur of their voices. Gaz still sounded angry. Maybe one day he’d forgive you.

Sighing softly, you closed your eyes for a few moments. This was a right mess, one you’d be lucky to make it out of with your life. How many had you used up by now? At least five. At least. 

Here’s hoping you still had one left. 

They must have reached a consensus, because they trooped back inside and shut the door again. Price sat again. This time Gaz stayed back, arms crossed over his chest. 

“You have two options,” Price told you, calm, collected. “You tell us everything we want to know, or you get sent to a lab.” 

“I’m not telling you where to find my family.” You narrowed your eyes at him, testing. 

Price didn’t respond to that. Instead he started asking you where you’d been before. Who you knew. Who you saw. Where you stayed. 

Most of it was easy to answer - you’d spent most of the last two years as a cat. You hadn’t been kidding when you said life was less complicated as a cat. Food was less of an issue when you could hunt for yourself. 

The questions about how you shifted, though. Those were harder. You gave as little detail as possible, very well aware that they could hypothetically use that information to find others. 

You had no idea how long you sat there answering questions. A long time. Hours. Long enough for your throat to go dry, for your stomach to complain. Both of which you firmly ignored. 

Finally, though, Price nodded once. “You’re to stay with one of us until further notice. Any attempt to leave will have you shot. Any attempt to shift without permission will have you shot. Understood?” 

“I understand.” You shifted your weight, part of you railing against being threatened. The rest of you was far more pragmatic and simply accepted it. 

Still better than being sent to a lab. 

“Good.” Price stood and fished out a pair of sweatpants, tossing them to you. “Put those on.” 

You obeyed silently, though you had to roll them a few times so they didn’t trip you. Price stepped out of the office first, and you followed quietly. 

The meal that followed was easily as tense as the last one you’d had at home. And silent. Nobody seemed inclined to talk, and you weren’t going to be the first. You just picked at your food, absently wishing to go back to the day prior, when you’d settled on Gaz’s lap and eaten morsels from his fingers. 

Damn you were in deep. That was a problem. Especially considering you could tell he was still mad at you. 

“Stay with Soap,” was all Price told you as he rose. Gaz was quick to follow his captain without a single look at you.

Ouch.

But you stayed with Soap. Because you did not want to get yourself shot just yet. 

“Ye really were just gonna leave?” Soap finally asked, once the two of you were outside, walking around base. He didn’t seem inclined to hold still, something you were rather grateful for. After the stress of the morning, stretching your legs felt nice, even if it was only two legs. 

“Yes.” You shrugged. “I’ve spent a lot of time wandering. Wasn’t planning to settle down just yet.” 

He went quiet again at that, and you let him think. You had your own things to think about, after all.

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k-pop stan at heart forever and always!!! currently obsessed with zerobaseone and boynextdoor<3 my other ults are stray kids, enhypen, aespa, and njz. although i stan more boy groups, i listen to girl groups the most overall. other musical artists i enjoy are taylor swift, gracie abrams, sza, doechii, sabrina carpenter, and . . many more that i'm forgetting off of the top of my head but!!!!

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[mintitack]

Affection So Freely Given (6,322 words)

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP & 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar & Charles | Grian & Jimmy | Solidarity & Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Characters: Ryan | GoodTimes WithScar, Charles | Grian, Pearl PearlescentMoon, Jimmy | Soildarity & Cubfan135 (Video Blogging RPF) (briefly)

Additional Tags:

Not RPF, (Just shipping the characters), (Not the CCs), Cat Shifter Grian, Cat Shifter Scar, Cat Shifter Jimmy, Cat Shifter Pearl, Charles | Grian and Jimmy | Solidarity and Pearl | PearlescentMoon are Siblings, Animal Abuse, Animal Attack, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Homelessness, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Financial Issues, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, dog attack, Ambiguous Relationships, (Desert Duo can be seen and romantic or platonic), no beta we die like men

Summary:

"Ah, shh, it's okay, little kitty! I mean no harm, little guy..." The man cooed softly as he smiled at Grian.

Grian growled in response, backing away until his paw nearly fell off the edge of the dumpster. The man slowly reached for the brown bag that was slung over his shoulder. Grian, confused, watched as he fumbled around inside the bag without taking his eyes off of Grian. Apparently, he found what he was looking for and smiled as he slowly pulled the object out and held it in front of him. It was a thin aluminium can, which the man easily and swiftly opened via the pull tab.

Grian recognized the smell instantly.

Tuna.

Or; Grian is a catshifter who struggles to take care of his siblings Jimmy and Pearl. One day, he gets caught stealing a trash bag full of food by an extremely friendly human named Scar. A few weeks later he meets a very friendly house cat named Sunflower, who suddenly won't leave him or his siblings alone

[knightoflodis]

@wanderrealms this is my current favorite animal shifter comic. They are basically humans. But I am reading it for the adoption story of course. It’s very rare to get child main characters that act like actual children. And this is one of those. It has a mix of sad and wholesome.

[kitshiftssz]

INTRO POST!! :3

helllooo!! im kitty (she / them) and im a reality shifter,, ive been in the shifting community for 1 year (i havnt shifted YET.)

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MY DRS:

(in no particular order)

• stranger things

• descendants

• south park

• fame dr

• better cr

• childhood dr

• total drama island (my first dr btw >_<)

• IT

• youtuber dr

• sml

• regretevator

• the goofy movie series

• BRCU dr

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INTERACT LIST:

• minors,, i am i minor myself.. therefore i would prefer minors interacting !! (under 18s)

• shifters!!! obvi!!!

• neo/xeno pronoun users

• msi fans… i love msi…😿

• pretty much anyone who isnt totally weird!! i block freely :pppp

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THIN ICE:

• 20+ ,, unless i trust you/look up to you then im gonna feel a bit uncomfy :(((

• thats pretty much it ..!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*:☆ﾟ. ───

DNI:

• anti shifters .. 😾

• NSFW, once again im a minor

• pedos

• transphobes, homophobes, ect

• WEIRDOSSS!!

[forestgoblinvibes]

CHAPTER THREE: CONTROL IT

A/N: here we go! I can’t believe it, this story has been getting so much love!!. And bare with me, this is my interpretation of the 141 characters. So for some they might be out of character but for me it’s how they are.

WARNING: This chapter includes fighting, cursing, death, mentions of betrayal and murder.

-

Arriving at the training room you were meet with the all to familiar smell of sweat, metal and stale air. But also unfamiliar scents of your new team members and other soldiers. Being a shifter left your nose able to distinguish different smells. Though it could be unfocused and overwhelmed if you didn’t have something to pinpoint.

Dennis skipped confidently to the center ring where Soap was already waiting with the rest of 141 and getting his hands wrapped by gaz.

You following behind her, glancing to everyone in the room. Change, you dislike it. Having to get used to new surroundings, a new territory. It left you untrusting of those around you.

Your attention was to the different scents and trying to distinguish who’s was who. Soap, smelt like honey and gunpowder, he was the first you pinpointed upon meeting from how sweet it was.

Then price, cigars, sawdust and a slight tinge of copper. His was prominent from the day they rescued you. Always lingered in whatever room he’d been in and in a way it was comforting.

“Kitty! Are ya’ listening?” Your attention is yanked back to Dennis, Sunflowers, campfires and the ocean, peaceful despite hers and you job. 

Dennis was standing in front of you, arms crossed and giving you a concerned look. You zoned out a lot some times, normally when tense. But it had been happening more often after the failed mission. After losing your team.

But you just smile to her and nod, no need to darken her own light. No, she still carried her brightness, a flame that infected everything around it, that bright warmth and life.

Your flame, when not controlled as the exact opposite. It’s happened before. So all you need to do it control it.

“Sorry bug, just getting used to the smells..you stink” you said and offered her a gentle shove.

“Mhm, well I was asking for you to help wrap my hands” she said while holding the white wrapping to you. Which you take with a nod and follow her to the sparring area.

“So, what’s your game plan bug? Tire him out? Or want me to call out openings? Show ‘em how we work together?” You spoke quietly while carefully wrapping her hand. Being sure her knuckles were well protected.

“Both, I say. Give them something interesting” she smirked while looking at the rest of 141. Gaz and Soap were talking, probably about soaps own game plan. Ghost stood nearby in a corner, watching through hooded blonde lashes. And price stood by, seemingly ready to call out the wins.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll call out what I see” You nod and squeeze her hand with a smile before she walks to the center of the ring, and you walked off to the side.

“Ready to lose Suds?” She called out as Soap walked over and laughed.

“Show me what ya got lass” he said while raising his arms

-

“We need a way to communicate with you while your shifted. How do you normally communicate with say..family?” It was nova. Another training day of trying to get the team to work fluidly together and see who excelled in what.

You were sat with the rest of the team, Lana, Dennis and a few recruits who were just observing for now.

“Growling, roars, chuffs or chirps. It all depends on the animal. Also body language Sir, how my ears are pointed, to how my tail flicks. It’s all there if you know how to listen..Sir” you half mumbled. Growing increasingly more frustrated with this training.

Trying to get the rest of your team, all humans. To understand you, to understand what growl or chirp meant a warning or you were agreeing. Or how a series of chirps meant a team member was injured.

But Nova, for a captain he was kind and patient. Took your frustration with a grain of salt, being as you were the odd one out.

“Alright, so say you come across an injured member while a panther. You can’t use your communication device and someone else is close but you need to get their attention. What will you do” he gave the hypothetical and you took a moment to think about it. How to sound urgent.

Then you let out a short but loud growl. It did sound urgent, and for being in your human shape, it sounded completely animalistic, making the recruits jump in surprise. Nova nods and grins.

“Sounds good! Now we are getting somewhere. Let’s continue” and from there you all continued to practice and learn. Dennis was the first to pick up on the new communication and eventually you both could communicate almost fluidly in your on way.

-

Soap and Dennis circled each other slowly, both eyeing each other and waiting for the other to make the first move.

Dennis was the one to move, launching forward and swinging for Soap’s rib cage though he blocked the move and used her momentum to trip her. Causing her to land on her butt, but she quickly stood up and huffed.

And you watched like a hawk, eyes still feline and ears still pointed. It drew Gaz over who was curious about you and shifters in general.

Dennis glanced to you before making her next move, kicking at his legs faster then he could react. Making Soap take several steps back.

You tilt your head and let out a growlish chirp while rolling your left shoulder. Dennis grinned and swung for soaps left side, landing two blows to his side. Gaz stared at you in surprise.

“What was that?” He questioned, failing to hide the pure curiosity in his tone. And you glance at him, a small close lipped grin growing.

“You’ll learn” you said, eyes never leaving the sparring match. And both contestants grew more serious and hits became harder.

Dennis managed to get Soap to the ground, they both struggled for the upper hand. She hand one of his hands pinned behind his back and she started laughing as she pressed one knee to his back . But being cocking was her downfall.

Soap bucked upwards, throwing her off balance and used his own momentum to spin around and pin her in her back. Arms pinned at her side and legs trapped between his thighs. You couldn’t help but laugh the sight.

“C’mon bug! I thought you said you’d win” you teased as Soap helped her up while chuckling, her cheeks dusted a rosy pink as she glared at you.

“Your good lass, just need some practice” Soap assured while stretched and Dennis turned her attention to you.

“Oh yeah! You fight someone then! I’m out of practice” was her taunting excuse as she walked over to you and you raise your arms in surrender.

“Mhm you did good though, we can train together as well to get back on track” you offer as she leaned against you. But watching her spar made you itch for the same. You felt so cramped not being able to shift or train.

“Go on kitty, spar with someone. Get some tension out” Dennis egged on and smirked as you tensed up. She knew you well, and knew you were antsy.

“Yeah kitty, come spar” Soap taunted from in the ring and stretched. You tilt your head to the side and take a breath. By now, the team had mostly dispersed, Price and gaz were doing some light sparing on a different mat. And Ghost was going at a punching bag as if it was his worst enemy.

“Don’t call me that, Mctavish” you warned and stifled a growl. You nod to Deniss who started to wrap your hands.

“Take it easy Y/N, control it yeah?” Dennis spoke softly and squezzed your hands, she noticed the slight growth in your nails. Knew you were still pent up and frustrated from the failed mission. And knew your temper could get the best of you. It’s happened before.

“I’ll be fine bug, promise” you assured and stretched some more before stepping into the mat with Soap.

“Your not a scaredy cat are you?” The Scotsman teased lightheartedly. Making you chuckle just a bit.

“Your the one who should be scared” you taunt and move forward quickly, swinging for his left side which he tended to leave open.

Your speed took Soap by surprise, your attacks were quick and you were more agile then he was. Your movement was fluid and well feline, always ready to pounce at the next opening. And you weren’t giving him much room for his own attacks, the moment you stepped on the mat it’s like a switch was flipped.

You were an animal, tactical and in control for now at least. But control, it’s such a shaky topic, so many things can make someone lose control.

Soap took two steps back to reanalize you and your fighting style and you allowed it. Taking slow deep breaths as you watched him and flexed your muscles.

“What’s wrong Suds? Afraid to lose?” You taunt lowly there was a slight growl to your voice as you spoke.

“Never faught a shifter. Your a beast kid!” Soap spoke with a laugh. It was meant as a compliment, but it itched you the wrong way.

You moved without thinking, that familiar feeling coming back slowly.

-

You’ve spent the last three days in your panther from, tracking the leaders scent through the desert. The rest of your team by your side.

It was only supposed to take a day to find him, as intel said he’d be in a village. Three days have passed sense then and the only solid lead you had was his scent. You were becoming increasingly more frustrated.

And his scent was now starting to fade away, but you and your team had decided to take a break. The desert sun was high in the sky and having fur made you over heat easily.

“How are you filling kitty?” Dennis came over with some water, cupping her hand and pouring the water. Allowing you to drink what you could.

You answered her with a soft growl, thankful for the water.

“Your doin good you know, tracking him. I can’t imagine it being easy” she continued once you finished drinking. You looked back to Nova and Lana who were seemingly talking about the next course of action.

There was a breeze finally going and you growl lowly, taking a deep breath and focusing on the different scents. You wanted to finish this mission and go back to base, wash the dirt and sand from your fur.

And to your luck, you caught it! And it was strong, you stood up and snarl, alerting the rest of your team who stood ready. And within seconds you were on the move agin. Trotting through the desert on the hunt.

The scent lead you to a large campsite, a few guards stood point around it and there was a group towards the middle. One man stood out, large and barking orders. Your Target.

You were crouched down in some bushes, waiting to engage. Muscles tense and ready to leap forward.

Lana set up on a hill, she’d be the sniper. Nova and Dennis worked as a team to clear the outer guards before giving you the signal. A low pitched whistle, with the signal you lunged forward.

Your job was to subdue the gang leader and watch him. Of course you killed any guard or soldier who got in your way. The day’s frustrations being out on them.

You used your largest from for an intimidation factor, some guards avoided you all together and within a few minutes you were in front of the leader.

Alister Barkovia, well known for his hatred and treatment towards shifters. You’ve seen the files, photos. He was a terrible man who deserved death. A terrible man who you’ve spent the last three days tracking through the damn desert.

A terrible man. Who you’d kill.

Without thinking you lunged at him, he went from taunting you to screaming as your fangs ripped into his forearm. This alerted your team who had been busy clearing out the camp.

Dennis and nova were the first to reach you. Nova immediately started to shout orders.

“Fuck are you doing?! Let him go kid! Your disobeying direct orders!” He shouts gaining your attention. You growl and drop Barkovia, stepping over his whimpering form and stalking towards Nova.

You were seeing red, flashes of what the man had done and Nova wanted him alive? You weren’t thinking rationally. It felt like you were drowning in it.

“Kid, calm the hell down!” He continued to yell. Only angering you further and you lunged. Dennis stepped in front of him as your claws reached out, stopping you in your tracks but not before she received a nasty gash to her shoulder.

But Dennis being who she was remained stoic and glared at you.

“Really kitty? Your gonna be what everyone says about shifter’s? That your beasts? Who turn on their friend’s? control it kitty” she spoke softly, stepping towards you slowly.

She calmed you down, always has. She was your anchor when you needed it. You step back, growls became short breaths as you reel yourself back in.

“Control it yeah? There you go” she smiled to hide the wince as she raised a hand to brush your cheek. You notice, see that she’s hurt because of you. And then you hear the laughter.

“You think you can tame the Beast. He will betray you like the animal he is. Just a feral monster” Barkovia spoke through pain and nova was the one to knock him out before turning to you.

“Don’t let this happen agin” was Nova’s warning. He was mad understandably. You almost cost them the mission. All because you lost control.

-

You felt the force and then the air leaving your lungs before you could actually process what had happened as your legs were swiped from under you and you landed in your back.

Taking a moment to process everything as that suffocating feeling left your body you looked above you. Ghost stood above you with a cold gaze, standing with his arms crossed. It’s like he appeared out of nowhere, living up to his call sign.

“Always keep your guard up sergeant, never know when you’ll be ambushed” he warned gruffly and walked away.

Dennis came over with a knowing look as she helped you up but staid silent. And Soap, he seemed just as surprised but started laughing and turned his attention to Ghost.

“Steamin jesus, Lt!! Go easy on them” he laughed while following the Ghost to the fountains.

Dennis followed you as you left the mat before gently grabbing your arm and turning you to face her.

“You gonna talk about that Y/N?” she said and crossed her arms.

You sigh and shake your head, running one hand through your hair.

“Just worked up, Bugs. Is all” you made your excuse with a straight face and direct eye contact. But she of course didn’t believe it.

“I’ve seen that look before. You have to control it kitty. You know that” she said sternly but softly before both your attentions was brought to Price. He seemed to have left the training room and just returned.

“Oi muppets! Mission in four days! The next three days will be used for team building, mission debrief at 0800 tomorrow” he spoke loudly with a voice full of authority.

With that the rest of your team continue training, but Ghost made his way to you and Dennis. Even the way he walked with intimidating. Once close enough he spoke.

“I need a moment alone with your friend Dagger. Go train, that’s an order” he spoke hashly, you can practically feel the anger rolling off of him. And with a direct order Dennis slowly walked away.

“The fuck was that sergeant!? Am I gonna have to worry ‘bout you turnin’ on this team? Like a feral animal?” His words were quick and sharp. And stab to the chest.

So he did notice you slipping. But why cover for you?

“No sir, I have it controlled” you spoke stiffly, jaw clenched tightly as you stood straight.

Ghost stared at you, surveying you. Judging you. He didn’t trust you. Shit he didn’t really trust anyone but you? No not at all. Not yet at least, but he walks away after your response.

You sigh and take a deep breath. A slight growl.

All you have to do is control it.

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[takaraphoenix]

Alabaster Torrington for the character ask post?

MY BOY. Oooh, I've been having a severe case of Missing Alabaster Torrington for like the past two weeks, how did you mindread that?

Thanks for playing and asking about him!

Favorite romantic ship(s): PERCY!!!, Ethan, Nico, preferably I'll take them in an OT4 too :D

Favorite platonic dynamic(s): also Ethan, but I actually made up this whole alt-reality dynamic for him and Bianca, I love the idea of those two becoming really good friends, plus also the obvious of Lou Ellen because I love her and I have that brother-sister dynamic made up in my head too and it means A Lot to me

LGBT+ headcanon(s): gay, so gay, definitely 100% gay. I see him as the "I do not understand heterosexuals they bewilder me" kind of gay

Job headcanon (in an AU/or future): Mh. Trying to remember if I ever had him have a job in a mortal AU beyond a "necessary cast" (like a fire fighter AU where they're, duh, fire fighters, or a mob boss AU where he's, duh, a member of the di Angelo Family). Generally, I like to lean into his magic nature and I'd love to see him actually have like a... magic shop? Selling crystals and giving tarot card readings and such

Animal shifter headcanon: Long-haired, dark-brown haired cat, potentially a Norwegian because these are my favorite kitties

Favorite canon thing about them: ...that he lived? I'm sorry that sounds lame, but also Riordan Senior famously killed off literally every single "traitor" or "bad guy" demigod who was a named character with story - Luke, Ethan, Silena, Octavian (Chris lived but I'm not entirely counting him since he 1. deserted early, 2. spent like months severely mentally fucked up which felt like "penance" or "punishment" for his choices on a meta level, like, he avoided actual social or even juridical consequences because "hasn't he suffered enough?" coupled with "dating a main character from the good side" which is generally seen as a 'gets out of jail free' card) - to avoid having consequences happen, so I'm deeply in love with the fact that Alabaster was on the rebel side but lived and we got to see what the consequences for the demigods who chose to rebel actually are in the now-time. I love this story. I think Haley Riordan should actually write more about Alabaster, first and foremost, but also generally in the Riordanverse? Like, I would love him to write about the Titan War but from the rebel side, even if it's just one standalone book. I would devour that

Least favorite canon thing about them: That he hasn't returned to me yet ;-; I am REALLY hoping the PJO tv show will feature him, because... obviously wasn't he in the PJO book series since he was created after the fact and not by Riordan Senior, but since he exists now, and since Riordan is involved in the show, I really hope that Alabaster will be featured among the rebels in the tv show. Since they definitely will need more than three and a half rebels? Literally just for visual reasons and if you cast em, give em names (so I am generally hoping for the creation of more rebel demigods due to the tv show but it'd be a real missed opportunity to not feature Alabaster in it)

Character Ask Game

[slashyrogue]

Basic Chickens AU: The Cat’s Eye

Adam Towers has a stalker. 

It's not his first, nor will it be his last, but this stalker is different than the others for one reason and one reason only. 

It's a shifter. 

He wasn't quite sure it was a shifter at first, the feel of eyes on him wasn't uncommon in public since he was extremely attractive, but when some of things start to get stolen like his scarf and even his underthings from the laundry he's almost certain it's a shifter. 

Shifters are, in Adam's opinion, the absolute best fucks he's ever had. 

But he's unsure if it's worth the hassle of breaking things off to try this one. The persistence of this particular shifter is rather adorable really, the ridiculous lengths they've gone to just to get Adam's scent alone makes him smile, but he's almost sure he should be calling the police soon for how long it's gone on. 

Adam is close to doing just that on the night when he's headed home from the pub down the block arm in arm with a rather cute bartender who's a very good kisser. He's forgotten the bartender's name halfway from the pub, Billy or Brian perhaps, but really he's sure it won't matter once they're naked. 

Billy or Brian is all over him, nearly rutting against Adam's leg like a dog in heat, when a growl comes out of the alley. Billy or Brian freezes, letting Adam's arm go, and stares down into the darkness. 

"What was that?" 

"How the hell should I bloody know?" Adam sighs, "C'mon now, love. Let's just go to my place, alright? It's late." 

"I...I'm not sure if..." 

The growl gets louder as Adam grabs Billy or Brian's arm and kisses his neck. 

"Don't worry about the shifter in the dark, love," he says, laughing, "They're harmless." 

Billy or Brian moans. "Shifter? What are you..." 

Adam bites Billy or Brian's neck, sucking hard, and before he can even answer the man in his arms is ripped away from him. He jumps back in shock as a very large man with cat ears lifts Billy or Brian up, throwing them against the wall, and growls right in the poor man's face. 

"MINE! HE'S NOT YOURS!" 

Adam looks the cat shifter up and down, taking in the sight of him. 

He's wearing clothes that are at least fifty years out of date - his mess of curls so unkempt Adam's unsure he's ever seen a mirror, and the moustache on his face barely covers his cleft lip. 

But he's built, muscles obvious, and it takes everything in Adam not to openly drool at the obvious monster cock that's bulging out against his tight pants. 

"L...Let him down...Kitten," he says, making the kitty turn to look at him, "Let him down." 

"But...he was...he was marking you. No one is supposed to..."

Adam walks up to touch the kitty's arm. "Let him down, love, please? For me?" 

Billy or Brian whimpers, nearly pissing himself, and Adam watches his kitty stalker let the poor thing go. He runs off, not even looking back, and Adam sighs staring after him.

"I...I didn't like how he...he was marking you." 

He turns to look at the shifter. 

"Did you want to mark me, Kitten? Is that it?" 

The kitty blushes, and Adam can see close up his eyes are a cross between orange and yellow. He has tears in his eyes as he ears go low, and Adam pets his cheek reveling in how loud his purr is. 

"Yes," he purrs, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Adam comes closer, "You...you're mine. I...I know you're mine." 

He frowns, stepping back in surprise. "What?" 

The kitty comes closer and he steps back again. "You...you smell very good and...I know you're supposed to be my mate. I...I want to court you, but I...I know you're very promiscuous and....I don't like it but...I know you're mine, Adam. I know it." 

Adam laughs. "No, no, Darling, you're...you're very sweet honestly but I'm not the forever type. You know? I've had my fair share of shifters in my bed, and I'm sure with that cock it would be amazing but...I'm afraid I'll have to decline." 

He feels odd when he sees tears fill the kitty's eyes. 

"Elias," the kitty says, his voice shaking, "My name is Elias Thanatos, and...I'm not...I..." 

Elias runs off in tears, wailing so loudly it hurts Adam's ears, and his chest aches. 

Why did he feel so badly about rejecting someone? It wasn't like he'd never done it before. 

And why did he want to go after him? 

[stealeroflemons]

eah thingy whee-ooh sirens everywhere I'm actually posting oml #19 (PART I)

here's some eah x tlou crossover headcanons where if the outbreak and such happened in our beloved eah universe because if I have to suffer watching tlou every sunday night then you all need to suffer with me in some way <3

---SPOILERS AHEAD FOR "THE LAST OF US"!!!!!---

The big outbreak would happen somewhere far away like in dwarvin kingdom or such

It would then spread like wildfire through the rest of Ever After

REBELS would be Fireflies, wanting to break away from the government structured way of living, fighting for their lives constantly

ROYALS would be the FEDRA people, trying to controle everything and squash the fireflies beneath their thumbs

Miss Raven Queen would be the crossover version of Ellie (let me explain)

+ Ellie was bitten by the clickers and survived without turning, ebing this annomaly that everyone is trying to find and figure out and use to benefit the rest of the world (i.e. using her to make a cure)

+ Raven didn't sign the story book of legends (at first) and didn't go POOF! as Headmaster Grimm said she would. And throughout the series people are constantly trying to pressure Raven into using her powers and to use her in general and scare her into doing what they want

Headmaster Grimm would be this story's David 100%

Faeries would have their own rural communes (like the one Tommy was in in Wyoming), taking care of themselves and sharing their resources amongst each other and only for each other unless someone inparticular comes by

Royal kingdoms would be QZs, their hildren being locked up and hidden way from the infected

Instead of clickers having the traditional fungus look in the game/show they would have more moss, red capped mushrooms, and maybe some bioluminscent magic-y stuff goin' on

This story's version of "Joel" I guess doesn't really exist since Raven fends for her own but Raven still has the people she becomes close with

The Wonderlandian's live secretly underground (think of where Sam and Henry take Ellie and Joel when running from Kathleen) and rather then being wiped out, they are very stable with where they live

Kitty would probably do supply runs for them using her vanishing to get in and out of places

Holly and Poppy are locked in their towers, disconnected fromt her est of the world, more so than the rest of the royals

Apple is kind of like Raven's Riley, but instead of her dying she turned more to the royal/FEDRA side on the hunt for Raven after they were both attacked by clickers in an abandoned shop in Book End

The Hoods/Badwolf's stay within their own itght-knit community with the other generations of their families and other wolf shifters, hunting and gathering for themselves and staying secret deep in a forest

How did the outbreak happen? For now I'm going to say that it was a mutation of fungus in the Enchanted Forest that spread like wildfire through animals and people who harvested mushrooms to eat (but that's just for now)

PART II will be up soon! But for now enjoy this brainrot!

[killerzshadow]

Name(s): Moss, Killer, Any Nicknames. No Petnames

Age/DoB: 18, October 3rd

Pronouns: They/It/Neos (Check Pronouns Page!)

Gender(s): Non-Binary, MANY Xenogenders

Romanticism(s): Omniromantic, Nebularomantic, Demiromantic

Sexuality: Feasexual, A-spec

Amourism: Ambiamorous

R-status: Single

Nationality: Canadian

Religion/Spirituality: Omnist, Eclectic Pagan Witch

Extra: I'm Petre (Kitty), And A Black Cat Therian. :3 I Struggle With Multiple Mental Illnesses And Am Neurodivergent. I Also Have A Typing Quirk If That Wasn't Obvious. That's About It, Lmao

Interests!!

Minecraft/MCYT, Life Series, Hermitcraft, OutsidersSMP, Dsmp, QSMP, Genshin Impact, TMA (The Magnus Archives), Mythology, Space, Plants, Toxicology, Astrology, Throne Of Glass Series, History, Torture Methods, Witchcraft, Spirituality, True Crime, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, Criminal Minds, Generation Loss, Hollow Knight, The Crane Wives, AlexG, Conan Gray, Taylor Swift, Melanie Martinez, Mitski, Etc

Hobbies

Writing, Reading, Crafts, Fishing, Hiking/Nature Walks, Cosplay, Roleplay, Art (Drawing, Painting, Etc), Journaling, Playing Instruments, Vibing To Music, Etc.

INTERACT (Pleaseee)

14-19, Systems, LGBTQ+ Peeps, POC Individuals [This Is A Safe Place For Everyone], (Non-Toxic)Fans Of My Interests/Hobbies, Petre/Agere, Therians, Furries, Witches/Spiritual People, Artists, Writers/Roleplayers, Canadians, Charlie Slimecicle Fans, Etc/TBC

DNI (Do Not Interact)

Under 14, 20+, NSFW/K!nk Blogs, Homo/transphobes, Racists, Ableists, P3dos/(Pro)MAP, (Pro)Endos, Proshippers, Toxic Fandoms/Stans, Toxic Antis To My Interests, cc!Dream Supporters, Wilbur Supporters, Reality Shifters, Bible Thumpers/Extremely Religious (Common Religions), Fakeclaimers, Reality Checkers, Etc/TBC

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[kaciidubs]

I'm so late to this but thanks for tagging me my love @abcdefgiwsmcty 💕💕

✧ favourite colour — Blue! (Even though most of my stuff is pink)

✧ currently reading — anything and everything related to a certain man named Bangchan

✧ last song — Literal Legend by Ayesha Erotica (it gives me such crack head energy I love it)

✧ last series — I dunno if this means book or anime/tv but I'll do both! Anime; Demon Slayer - Entertainment District (I'm so late on the recent season I KNOW) Book; a good girl's guide to murder by Holly Jackson (I haven't really started reading the first book but I'm determined to start soon)

✧ last movie — Spider-Man - Across the Spider-Verse (10/10 Miguel O'Hara bend me over anything and everything)

✧ sweet/savory/spicy — Sweet all day!!

✧ currently working on — Surprise! Kitty Shifter! Felix collab, Changbin birthday fic (super late I know), Cameras and Sweatpants Chan fic, and an untitled Poly! OT8 series

Tagging; @sweetracha @goblinracha @ddyskz @lixiesol @hwanghyunjinenthusiast @bangchanbabygirlx and whoever sees this and wants to do it! ❣️

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

NEW ROMANTIC PARACOZY SERIES COLLECTION  Love a paracozy mystery with big dash of shifter romance? Great news! The Howling Creek Mystery Series Omnibus by Lia Davis is out now.

Lexi Palmer is a witch whose magic has a mind of it own. It never works when she wants or needs to use it. It’s a good thing that she doesn’t really need her magic to be a forest range for the Ancients Agency. She’s okay with that and has learned to adapt to a nice normal life.

All that changes when her Gigi summons her a familiar to help “fix” her magic. But her real adventures have only begun…starting with a dead wolf.

Howling Creek Mysteries is a 4 book paranormal cozy mystery series with a touch of romance plenty of laugh out loud moments.

The reading order: Familiar Magic and a Dead Wolf Magic Mishaps and Hidden Agendas Magic Spells and a Double Agent Magical Mates and Killer Friends

About Lia:

Lia Davis is the USA Today bestselling author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia's novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of heat, and happily-ever-afters.

Lia makes her home in Northeast Florida where she battles hurricanes and humidity like one of her heroines. When she's not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travel, read, enjoy nature, and spoil her kitties.  She also loves to hear from her readers. Send her a note at lia@authorliadavis.com!

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[dargeereads]

Here Kitty, Kitty by Shelly Laurenston

5 stars

audiobook

Smart, witty,  steamy and awesome, the book, the characters, just everything! This wraps up  the series of these three best friends and I was constantly laughing and  smiling, because Angelina and Nik were perfection together <3