#store shifter au

[cyncerity]

Finally! The Store Shifter AU dad story!!

Holy shit this took so long, i’m still not fully satisfied with the ending but this story has been like genuinely over 5 months in the making so i’m leaving it as is. also this will need a part 2 so expect that hopefully in a shorter period of time than this one took!

guys this thing is like almost 5k words lol

tw vore: don’t like it don’t read it

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

~~~~~

Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who’d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

“…those are our dads.” Quackity whispered, barely audible as dreams eyes widened. “The one crying is my dad, the other two are Sapnap’s.”

[screamingviridianforest]

Wait wait wait for the shifter!reader au, i just knooooooow price is the dad TM that doesn't want the cat and then a week later, BAM, is the one doing most of the coddling and spoiling.

And i literally mean buying the best fish for kitty, cuddling while watching football, baby talking, the whole shebang.

And i headcanon that the cat doesn't like simon very much, always listens to soap and just looooves biting and chewing on him, and the 141 knows that if kyle is in another room, that's where kitty is going to be. no one can keep kitty in the room if gaz is in another one shshshsh

No this is literally adorable and i love this idea

Price is definitely the one to do all the research for catshifter!reader. At first, it's just food, claiming if he didn't want to eat it, neither should you. That and you refused the cheap kibble they picked at the corner store while heading home after just picking you up.

"I think you're goin' a lil' overboard..." Soap murmurs as Price writes down a list of vet recommended food and treats, and a list of raw foods cats often enjoyed too.

"Kibble is the cat version of an MRE. Do you want to eat an MRE every day for the rest of your life with no change?" Price quips back, and it shuts Soap up pretty quickly.

~

Then, the cuddles start. While you mainly lay with Gaz or Soap because they handle you the best, Price is quickly raising in the ranks. Afternoon naps curled up on his chest were amazing, his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. Though the boys were mad, you stole their spot.

"Think we can kick the cat off and steal the spot?" Simon mutters under his breath, Gaz playfully shoves him.

"Don't you dare, they're finally bonding!" Is Gaz's whisper-shouted response.

~

Gaz and Soap are the ones who tag team toys. They quickly learn your preferences and stock up on that. With plenty of cat trees and scratching posts so you'd stop scratching Simon's bed.

Most times, though, you end up asleep on one of their laps(Kyle's, probably), while they keep themselves entertained. The toys were great for when they were gone, though.

[edgeray]

*vibrates*

So many wips… 👀

Ok so. IDK. I have. So many “want to sees”. So I’m just gonna list them 🤷‍♀️

Ghost Clervie AU. I’m imagining Clervie watching as Peruere- sorry, *Arlecchino* develops her “cold, strict, and unfeeling Father persona”. But she quickly reverts back to Peruere in the presence of Clervie when Arle figures out she isn’t hallucinating and this isn’t some scheme of someone trying to throw her off balance.

(I’m actually just realizing the parallels of Furina making her Archon persona and Peruere with her Father persona 🤔 Both masks are there in order to better protect the people that rely on them (Fontaine’s citizens and the Hearths Children respectively)). Anyways.

Isekai-ed Arlecchino. I’m just wondering at how that would work and how serious you would make the writing take itself. Like would it be crack, crack that takes itself serious, or serious? (You don’t need to answer that. I was just pondering)

Modern Cat or Bunny Shifter Arle. Arle in her animal form has a nearly 100% coat with the exception of one ear that’s black. It’s cute. Also, I see her as a bunny with floppy ears that are so long that she trips over them XD I’m giggling at the thought she might even be one of those massive bunny breeds too. This makes me wonder if the House exists and whether or not the rest are also shapeshifters. Like a haven for shapeshifters, if you will.

Pirate Arle. You know (you don’t, but I’m telling you 😅) I’m a sucker for enemies(who actually aren’t all that bad) taking in and caring for an abandoned enemy.

Historical Goddess Arle. I think the fact that Reader prays for a painless death rather than no death at all could be intriguing to Arle who probably regularly gets prayers from people not wanting to die?

Spiderwoman Arle. It’s not a want, it’s a need. I’m also a sucker for secret identity relationships. 

Arlecchino w/ Cursed Bio Child.

Alien Arle and Human Reader. Arle and Clervie internally seething at getting another runaway test subject (not at the human, at the fact they were experimented on). That(the facility) would need to be taken care of… (badass ArlexClervie couple who are leaders of an organization who take down illegal trafficking rings, experiment facilities, etc? 👀) Once the newcomer gets adjusted to their new home, of course.

Arlecchino x Alive/Knave Clervie.

Sorry if any of that/the extra commentary seems like I’m trying to press for any of this. Yeah, these are requests. If that’s ok 🙂

👉👈 Hopefully it isn’t overwhelming.

The Other End of the Blade

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Hi anon, sorry for being late with this anon! I really love your commentary on all of your (mine?) ideas so don’t worry about it! I’ll put more of a response at the end of this.  This one is going to be pirate AU because I too crave some enemies to lovers right now. One piece is the only basis I have for pirates so apologies if it's not alike to other pirate media.    Those of you wondering where this list of ideas come from, it’s from my ideas/wip post, where I store all of the silly little ideas for fanfics. Feel free to request from anything on that list.

Content warnings / info - enemies to lovers, semi-graphic violence, heavily one piece inspired, got WAY too invested into this whoops, 4.0k words

Before you could read books, you could read wanted posters. Before you could spell out your name, you could write down ‘pirate’ and ‘wanted dead or alive.’ Before you could write, you throw a mean punch. Before you knew how to play, you knew how to fight. And before you knew how to count your fingers, you could tie knots. Before you knew what a Marine was, you already were one. And before you knew what ‘love’ means, you knew what hate was and who to hate: pirates. Hatred towards them coursed alongside your blood through your veins. 

Pirates are the scum of the seas, raiders from the depths of the oceans that have come to pillage towns and wreak havoc over the prospering empires. They’re sick people who only know how to steal and how to kill. They rob lives without an ounce of hesitance, ignorant to the misery and suffering they force upon people because of their actions. The world would be better off without them. That way, all people can live in peace without worry from murderers and pillagers like them. Pirates are everything you should hate and you swear that you're going to make it so not one person has to be afraid of their shores–they'll never have to look at the horizon wondering if they see pirate ships in the distance cruising towards them. 

If there is one thing that your family has instilled into you, it would be that a world free of suffering is a world free of pirates. Like every other family member before you, you've been set on the path of greatness that is to eradicate every one of those vermin since birth. The only aspiration you could have is rising the ranks of the Marines. Generations of your family served in the Marine, holding the highest positions. Being anything short of one of the admiral positions, (the lowest of which ranking fourth highest in authority) is a disgrace, a stain on your one of the most prominent Marine families. 

Rising towards the ranks was no difficulty for you. It's only about two years since you've joined the Marines, and you've already risen to a commander position. For reference, even the best of soldiers take four to five years to be promoted to that level. And you know you're about to be promoted–you just need one big case. Just capture one famous pirate, and you know that the Captain rank is yours. One more step closer to cementing your place among the greats of your family. 

– 

Water pelts across your face and the strong sea breeze whips around you. Over your own thumping heart, you can hear the roaring of raging waves paired with the wild flapping of the sails and the creaking of wood. Thudding footsteps rushes all around you, and the clouded sky flashes, thundering. 

“Lower the sails!” You scream at the men as they wrestle with the ropes. Seeing one of the men fumble, you grumble under your breath and shove him away to take over. 

“Get a bucket, and keep getting rid of the water. We need as little water to get into the hull as possible,” you command him, and that's enough to make him useful. 

“Pirate ship spotted!” One of the crew members states and you groan in frustration. A pirate ship at this time? You're only just barely ensuring the vessel does not capsize! Not only is the Marine ship struggling, but no doubt the pirate ship would be too. You release the ropes, seeking out the captain. 

“Captain!” You yell as you head towards him. The cranky man shoots you a snooty glare before turning to a Marine soldier besides him. 

“Hurry up! What flag is it?! Huh? Huh?! Give me a damn answer before I throw you overboard!” Your captain gruffly exclaims at the poor Marine who was holding a spyglass, pointing it towards the oncoming ship. You cringe at the Captain's voice, silently giving sentiments to the other Marine. 

“It's a… um… it.. um…” The Marine stutters, unsure of what to make of the flag. You grind your teeth before wrenching it out of his hands and examining the flag yourself with squinted eyes. In between  heavy rain and dark surroundings, you can just barely recognize the flag: a hand grasping a candle. 

Damn it! At this time?! 

“It's the Hearth pirates!” You announce, tossing the scope to your Captain to see. 

“The Hearth? You mean one of the Harbinger crews?!” The old man grunts before seeing for himself. His facial features morph into one of disbelief before hardening. 

“I want every cannon manned now! Get your weapons ready and drawn! All hands on deck!” The Captain demands. The confusion and disbelief was practically palpable among the Marines, and felt through their second of hesitation before the soldiers’ replied with a ‘yes Captain.’

Is he crazy? What the hell is wrong with him? As much as you would love to capture the notorious Hearth pirates, you knew now was nothing but an imprudent time. Even if the Hearth was among the less deadly of the Harbinger crews, that did not make them any less powerful. You have heard from other Marines’ hushed whispers that it takes at least a large fleet (5 Marine ships) to take down one entire Harbinger ship, and even that was theoretical. The Fatui pirates as a whole are damn near unstoppable, but the Harbingers themselves are monsters ripped from hell. As much as you hate to admit, you’re not strong enough to defeat a Harbinger, and you have similar doubts for your Captain. Where does he get this pomposity from?

The other men are struggling enough to keep this piece of wood afloat, and now they have to worry about battling pirates? You doubt even the Hearth is eager for a fight. Fighting in this storm would only lead to early graves for both sides. Winning against and capturing the Hearth pirates is unfavorable, but surviving past this storm is indisputable. 

“Wait, Captain!” You call out to him. An annoyed click of his tongue comes from him, as if you were the bother, and it only makes you clench your hands into fists. He turns his back towards you, irritation written all over his expression. 

“What are you standing around for? Get ready already!” He demands with a scrunched face. 

“We can't engage in battle with them yet! We don’t have enough men, and we're already struggling with the storm!” You protest. “We're in no condition to try and fight them!”

Silence. Around you, you hear whispers from the other crewmates, sounds of agreement coming from them. Evidently, this increases the captain's indignation. 

“Quiet!” He screams. “If we're struggling, just think about how they could be faring! They don't have nearly enough resources as us marines do to survive! This is our chance to capture one of the Harbinger crews!

“After all,” he pauses to give you a pointed, haughty look. “We have one of the members of the greatest family? We won't lose with you on our side, right? We're in your hands.”

You bristle, your nails digging into your palm as your lips twitch into a deeper frown. To think he would use your family name against you. What is he even trying to do? You're too stunned to respond and he brushes past you. 

You're absolutely powerless to do anything, and so are the other soldiers on this ship. No one here outranks the Captain. No matter how correct you may be, you would be punished for disobeying a superior's order. If only you could have been promoted earlier, then you wouldn't have to listen to this fool. Had it been you, you would have this ship steered towards the closest Marine base and report what direction the Hearth pirates are going. But you can't do that. You nod pathetically, and the rest of the men disperse. 

You can only watch as the smaller ship approaches closer and closer. As soon as Hearth pirates enter within the firing range, chaos ensues with your Captain's bellowed “FIRE!” 

A cacophony of screams and cannon fire sound through the air, deafening you, and the overpowering smell of gunpowder and brine swarm your nostrils. Like all naval battles, it’s always a blur–just a flash of colors and movements. At some point, the pirate ship approached close enough for them to board onto the Marine ship. You are not aware of this until you find yourself face to face with one of the Hearth pirates. By then, all rationale has been thrown out in favor of instinct–the most precise, miniscule reaction is what keeps you alive the most when it comes to battling pirates. Your surroundings fade from your awareness, your only attention on the figure before you.

She’s a young pirate, that you can tell, but her skills are no less admirable. She has an ever passive, unreadable face that makes predicting her movements hard to discern and even harder to catch off guard. You narrowly dodge another slash of her saber, and your cutlass swishes through the air, only shallowly cutting her sleeve. Despite this, she is far from deterred, and you have to parry another swing. The steel of the blades screeches as your blades clash against each other. Now at a temporary standstill, the both of you exchange eye contact for a brief moment. Lilac eyes, brimming with determination, skirts away from yours. She pulls away only to lunge again, a thrust of her blade heading towards you abdomen but you dodge, side-stepping it. The blade skims just past you, embedding into the wood of one of the masts. Realizing the given opportunity, you give a swift kick to the pirate’s stomach, disconnecting her hand from the handle of her sword. She tumbles onto the ground with a grunt, and you use no time to close the distance. 

Just as you are about to deliver another blow, a loud gunshot sounds through, making you flinch. A sharp pain erupts from your left shoulder and you stumble back from the young pirate. You cock your head, peering behind you. This action allows you to narrowly miss two oncoming daggers, though your cheek and neck get nicked. Spinning on your heel, you face the dagger wielding pirate fully. He’s a young boy, with a top hat and matching eyes of the saber user. Siblings, perhaps? The fierceness in his eyes confirms your suspicions. 

You charge at the boy, but before reaching him, a large wave crashes into the boat, water spilling overboard and throwing you off balance. The sudden impact makes you lose your balance, and you’re hurtled towards the railings of the ship, your back slamming into it. An audible crack emits from the collision and your spine screams out in agony. Lifting yourself into a crawling position, you glance up at the havoc over the deck. 

A bit close to you is your captain, fighting against a white-haired woman. Given the striking polearm she wields, that must be the Knave, one of the eleven Harbingers of the Fatui pirates. Her movements are graceful, every thrust and slash calculated and precise. In contrast, your captain’s movements are botched, desperate. Every output of effort from him is just for another instance of him scraping by with his life. Each parry with his saber leaves his arms trembling. He is a bumbling mess compared to the Knave. Easily, you can tell it’s a losing battle for your captain. He’s outclassed. 

You’re about to rise when a flicker of bright light catches your gaze. Your eyes widen as you turn your head to spot a bright orange mass covering a part of the deck, and it only grows the longer you gaze at it. The flames stalk towards you with a terrifying space. Despite your body’s protest, you beckon your body to stand. When you have both feet on the wooden planks, you head towards your captain to assist him in his battle. Abruptly, the Marine ship shakes, another current assaulting its side. Swept off your feet, your body is flung, your lower abdomen hitting the top of the railings while you roll off of the ship. It’s only by sheer luck that your hand catches the base of the railing, holding onto it with all the strength you could muster in your left arm. The rest of your body hangs over the ever-swallowing sea. 

Your grasp is slipping because of the rain. You grunt as you try to lift yourself with just one arm. Opening your mouth, you clench your teeth onto the spine of your cutlass, freeing up your right arm to grip onto the base of another fence. With much effort, you’re able to heave your head up so that your eyesight is just over the floor. You can spot the familiar boots of the captain. Every muscle in your arm is straining, burning painfully. Holding on for much longer is impossible.

The cutlass has to go. You let the weapon fall from your mouth, and it plunges into the waters below. 

“Captain! Captain!” The guttural outcry comes from your lips. There’s the groaning of wood breaking. A large shadow looms over you, and you lift your gaze. The mast above tilts down, forewarning its collapse on top of you. 

“CAPTAIN!” You scream out, no longer having the strength to lift your head above the deck. You dangle helplessly, your grip slacking with each second. 

You hear thumping footsteps towards you, and you have never been more grateful to see the unsightliness of your captain’s face peering over the railings. 

For a moment, he does nothing, viewing your vulnerable state. His lips twitch, a small smile stretches over his face. He turns away briefly, glancing in both the right and left direction, before focusing on you again. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that they know you fought honorably,” he says, venom in his voice. “So go ahead and let go.”

Your blood freezes, and his face disappears. Your arms can no longer continue and you let up. 

You fall, plunging into the icy cold waters. The iciness does not just seep into your blood, but your muscles and tendons too, making your body heavy. Air is stolen away from you and you flail and kick to the surface for air. Everything hurts. As you sputter for oxygen, coughing out the saltwater, your vision catches the glimpse of a long brown mass toppling down onto you. It’s the last thing you see when something hits the back of your head, and everything fades into an inky abyss. 

—

Everything hurts. It's the first thing that comes to you when you are able to grasp even a bit of consciousness. You feel it in your limbs, your back, your abdomen, essentially anything above your waist has a stabbing sensation in it. A groan, followed by a deep suction of air, emerges from you, and you lift your head up. Your eyes flutter open, bright light stabbing into your eyes. You let out a pained groan, rolling your neck to ease its discomfort but find it unhelpful. 

Your eyes adjust to the orange glow of your surroundings. You blink several times to relieve the blurriness in your vision, able to see more clearly. Given the rocking motion and the familiar sound of waves crashing, you would reckon you're on a ship. Looking down at yourself, you're seated on a chair. You attempt to sit up, only to find yourself unable to. Rope digs into the skin of your bound wrists, and you let out a string of expletives in a single defeated sigh. 

“Did you learn that tongue from the Marines?” A cutthroat voice resounds through the room. 

You dip your head, turning towards the figure. A tall woman leans against the wall in the corner, a good bit of distance away. White and black strands, charcoal hands, crimson crossed-pupils, and the epitome of beauty and refinement that marks the appearance of the Knave. Strange to find that among pirates, of all brutish people. Your hazy mind clears in an instant, and you sit up straighter. The pirate captain's presence brings about your most recent memories onto the forefront of your mind in short bursts. With a forceful swallow, you recognize that you have been captured by the Hearth pirates. If you're alive rather than dead, that means they have some use for you. Whatever it is, you need to escape from this. You can only do that when you fish for enough information. 

Taking in your surroundings, you'd have to guess you're in some storage room. Stacked barrels make up the majority of the room. Perhaps if you're able to access the contents of the barrels, you can use them to escape. If not, you could easily ruin their supplies, including food and water. 

“I just thought communicating would be easier in your language,” you snark back, observing the Harbinger's reaction. Expectedly, she remains inexpressive, revealing nothing. She leans away from the wall, stalking towards you. Heels click against the floorboards. Only pirates would have the audacity to be wearing such compromising shoes out on the sea. 

She stands before you, unmoving, her piercing gaze smiliarly fixated on your form. When nothing comes from her lips, you make conversation first.

“Admiring me?” 

This earns a humorless chuckle. “There's nothing to admire.” 

Ow. 

A frown comes across your face. Acting coy does not work on pirates like the Knave. The Knave seems like someone who only responds to directness. No use in stalling. 

“What happened to my crew?”

“They were alive when we left them.” 

“And are they still alive?”

“Presumably.” 

You grit your teeth, lunging at her in anger. Your bounds don't allow for much movement, and it only makes your chair screech across the floor boards towards the pirate. “You left them in the middle of the storm with a ruined ship! You killed them!” 

“You were the fools that decided to attack us.”

“You would have attacked us first! You scum aren't above anything! How can I even trust your word? How do I not know you're not lying to my face?! How do I know you haven't slaughtered them all?!” You scream, thrashing against the ropes wildly.  

“I doubt any persuasion could relieve your distrust. I see that any sort of conversation with you will be futile,” the pirate remarks. She spins on her heel, heading towards the door. You're almost tempted to let her if it means the chance of never seeing her face again, until another thought crosses your mind. 

Why did she want some sort of conversation with you?

“Wait.”

The Knave stops in her tracks. “Are you choosing to be civil for once?” 

You scrunch your nose. “Never mind. I can't bear seeing your face again.” 

An audible huff comes from the pirate before she does face back towards. 

“Why did you… why did you keep me alive? Why did you spare me? Why did you…” You pause, recalling back to your last memories. You were knocked unconscious by falling debris, that you were sure of. You should have drowned by all accounts. You doubt your crewmates have saved you–you hate to admit it, but you would have sunk to the seabed before one of them had noticed. Your crewmates would have been too focused on the pirates to have. If it wasn't any one from your party, then that only leaves the opposing party. However, there is no logical reason for them to. You'd sooner accept divine intervention rather than pirates having rescued you. 

The voice in your head, the voice that has been fostered since your childhood, tells you that it is neither of those two, just a sick sense of karma. Pirates aren't capable of any good doing. If they've kept you alive, it's because they intend to hurt you even more. They're inhuman monsters who only know how to steal and steal, until nothing of you is left. Wretched people that shouldn't even have the luxury of being labeled as ‘humans.’ 

“Why am I here?” You finally settle on those words. 

Silence stretches for a single moment before she begins. “You encountered two of my children, yes?” 

You raise your eyebrows at the mention of ‘children.’ You're aware that some captains likened themselves to a parental figure of their crew–it seems like the Knave is one of those cases. You think back to the young ash blond pirates you briefly fought. 

“The swordswoman and the dagger thrower,” you reply.

“Correct. I found Lyney as a child, when I was wandering the alleys of a shoretown. He bumped into me because he was in a hurry to save his sister from being sold to a high ranking Marine.”

Shock envelopes your face as you process those words. A Marine? Someone whose duty is to protect citizens? A high ranking Marine? Someone whose performance and power is praiseworthy and yet they would do something like that? The thought sickens you. That kind of behavior… that can only pertain to a pirate right? It is not possible for a Marine to act that way. Other Marine officials would have never allowed it. She must be feeding falsehoods to trick you, to get you to betray your family and duty. There's no way this would happen. 

Despite your inner turmoil, Arlecchino continues. “When I took them in, fed them and gave them somewhere to sleep, it took several months for Lyney to sleep in his own quarters. He couldn't be torn away from his sister's quarters. Any chore assigned to him, Lynette had to be beside him. You would have to possess a superhuman strength to separate him from her.”

You could imagine why. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, hating the fact that with every word, her story seems more and more plausible. Why were you even considering this fabricated story? Why were you being swayed by a pirate's tongue?

“Why are you telling me this? You didn't take me to tell your kids’ sob story,” you remark. 

“Every single person on this ship has been dealt an unfortunate hand by the Marines. My children,” she speaks with a hint of indignation, her voice chillingly sincere, “have suffered and wept because of a Marine. Not one of them has ever had a good history with a Marine.” 

She gives you a pointed look, one that makes your blood boil. You hate it, you want to gauge her eyes out because you can see the glint of sympathy in them. “I see now that it's not just people having been harmed by the Marines. But their own people too.” 

“I am not some pitiful stray you found on the street!” You scream, having heard enough of this. “I have not been wronged by-” 

“Your captain abandoned you.” That is all it takes to silence you, and your outburst dies the instant it comes. Any protests on your lips is pummeled away by the heaviness in your chest that forms whenever you think back to that moment. Arms aching, helpless and dangling, and the man you relied upon to lead you and guide you, turns away. He left you, simple as that, to die. Why? You couldn't even fathom a reason. How could a captain do that? After all your service, after all you've done for him, he leaves you.

“You would have died because of a self-serving captain.” 

And you still have the audacity to try and defend him. The Marines are all you know. He was just one man. That did not mean all the Marines were like that. “He was just one man.”

“One man is all it takes. One man is one too many. And if that were true, no one else would be on my ship. I do not believe that all Marines are as revolting as him. Quite the opposite. But there is enough and that's the problem. 

“You may find it hard to believe, but we want to welcome you. If you choose to so stubbornly reject our hospitality and company, we will drop you off at the nearest island so you may return to your duty. But here, we at least know of loyalty and family, I assure you that.” 

The Knave approaches you. You hear the unsheathing of a blade and you feel your wrists relieved from their bounds. You gape at her. 

“Welcome to the House of the Hearth.” 

More A/N: I know this was really long, and not at all romantic, but I got way too invested into the plot of it all to actually focus on the romance. Please someone request a part two because I haven't enjoyed writing a piece this much in a while (i know my inbox is closed for requests but I will make this an exception. This was such a fun piece that really had me invested the entire time while writing. I would love to see Arlecchino's and Reader's relationship develop more. I hope you guys enjoyed this because it's now the longest request I've ever written.

I'm not done yapping, unfortunately. To address anon's commentary. First of all, never be sorry for the commentary. I love yapping, as you may be able to tell. I love hearing your guys' ideas and I think they're all so cool!! (I'm also lonely :v pls talk to me anons).

I love, love, love Arlecchino's character, and I so wish to see it more explored in x Reader fics (I have something like this in the works ehehe) and I totally see the comparison between Furina and Clervie (even though I don't ship Arlefuri).

I've already written Goddess! Arlecchino x Reader! I've linked it in case you haven't seen it before. I'm also working on an Alien! Arlecchino x Human! Reader, so not quite like the Alien AU! Arlevie, but I thought it's something you might be interested. I think that Bunny! Arle would be more like her plush in the Arlecchino animation, but seeing her with floppy ears is such a cute image. With the Isekai AU, I guess it really depends on my mood. (I've also put a different concept for an Arlecchino Isekai-ed AU in the same post), but likely the one mentioned in your asks will have more crack.

I really want to think you for your conideration of my ideas!! It means a lot to me that people actually see them and like can envision it and feel the raw potential for that story like I do. I know it took super long for me to get to this request and it might not even be how you wanted but I hope you like it. <333

Note to future requests: if you guys give me a list of ideas you want me to do (bc you're as indecisive as I am), I can pick one to write :33)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters:��Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hurt. Bad. Your insides are on fire and your soul is raw. You lean into the car door as each bump along the back roads jostles you and makes you whimper. You watch out the window without seeing. 

There’s a sudden radiating agony in you as something slaps against your knee. You squeak and look at the sheriff’s hand as he squeezes and purrs. You hug yourself tighter as he rubs the cap and creeps further up your thigh. 

“Dang, girl, I’m startin’ to go again,” he snickers as he kneads you through the denim, I could have your ass around me all over again.” 

His snarl makes you shudder. You’re sickened by him. His voice, his touch, his very being. And you’re disgusted with yourself. With what he did to you. You're scalded by the burning deep inside of you. 

“So, vanilla?” He draws his hand away reluctantly and rests it on the shifter, his other thumb lazily hooked around the bottom of the wheel. “Though now you might want something more adventurous... how about some double fudge or... rocky road?” 

His laughter makes you shrink. You lower your eyes at the glaze of hot tears and mop them with the back of your hand. What’s done is done but it doesn’t make it any better now it’s over. You can feel him. You don’t think you’ll ever forget it. 

“Aw, don’t get quiet on me, kitten,” he taunts, “we had some good fun. Don’t ya worry, I’m not embarrassed. Ya can tell Greta all about me. Maybe y’all can share notes.” 

He laughs again and you hide behind your hands, “please...” 

“You don’t gotta be so sensitive. It’s what ya do. Coulda had your pussy if I wanted,” he clicks his tongue, “I was nice just tearing up your rear.” 

“I don’t... I don’t want any ice cream. I want to go home,” you gulp down a sob. 

“Now, now, I ain’t gonna be some deadbeat like that. I owe you a proper date, don’t I? ‘Less you that type of gal.” 

“I didn’t....” want that. 

You can’t finish. You know he doesn’t care. That this isn’t some valiant gesture. A date? No, he’s torturing you. Still. 

He pulls up outside the grocery store and you sink down, overly aware of all the people on the street. There’s no way they don’t see you with the sheriff. He won’t let them miss it. 

“Go on, grab us a table,” he winks, “I’ll go in an get us a scoop. Still set on vanilla?” 

You look at him sharply and press a shaky hand to your chest, “don’t make me do this, sheriff.” 

“Make you do what, now? I’m being awfully fucking nice,” he reaches to grab you by the chin, “I treated ya to something thick, now let me get ya something sweet.” 

He’s so gross. You knew that already but each word is twisted like a knife in your already shredded insides. You lower your lashes, “sorry, sir.” 

He hums and pushes his thumb up to your lower lip, playing with it, “now that’s a good girl. Sir...” He wiggles in his seat, “you’re gettin’ me riled again.” He trails his hand down your neck and pushes your hand away from your chest. He cups your tits and squeezes, pushing you back with the force of his grope. He growls and rips his hand away, “goddamn, you go get a table.” 

He unbuckles his seat belt and leans back as he undoes his fly. He reaches down the front of his pants and grabs himself, tucking his tip up under the band of his brief. He does up and lets out a smoky exhale. 

“Maybe on the way back, huh.” He opens his door and pauses to glance over at you, “you hold up over there.” He gets out and hurries around the hood. He comes around to open your door and waves his arm extravagantly as he urges you out, “ya know I’m the old-fashioned type. A real gentleman.” 

You don’t look up. You get out and murmur a thanks, knowing better than to forget that small courtesy. You know someone you know will see because everyone knows everyone. You turn your head as you shuffle past him. 

“I’ll grab the table by the wall,” you utter.” 

“I’ll find ya, kitten,” he purrs. 

You walk away from him and cross to the table in the shade. You’re hoping being far enough away from the street might at least be subtle. You sit on the bench and stifle a yelp. Oh god. You fold your arms on the table and hang your head, taking deep breaths as you try to sooth the pain. 

What happened? What did he do? You’re not some silly girl, you aren’t saving yourself for some prince charming but that was not what you ever imagined. That was... 

You inhale and raise your head, putting your hands to the side of your neck. You stare off into the leaves across the lot and they blur into orbs; shades of green rustling in the sunlight. You could get up and go but that won’t help you. That’s what got you into this whole mess. 

You wince as the sheriff blocks the view of the trees. He sits across from you and offers you a cone. You take it, turning it in your hand as you examine the already dripping scoop. 

“Cherry cheesecake,” he winks. 

You don’t know if it’s another joke. Cherry. Popping your cherry. Ugh. It’s so nasty the way they talk about it. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

“They were all outta vanilla,” he shrugs, “got me some chocolate swirl.” 

You nod and adjust the napkin to catch the melting cream. He eagerly licks his own, watching you as he does, spreading his tongue wide as his cheek dimples. You’re repulsed by the vision of him hungrily lapping up the ice cream. 

“Go on,” he encourages you, “you got a pretty mouth, don’t ya?” 

You sniff and look at the scoop. You slowly bring it closer and flick your tongue across the sweet melty treat. He growls as he watches you and slurp up some of the mess trickling down his fingers. 

“Mm, I like to watch ya work,” he chortles, “make sure ya don’t tire yourself out,” he slips his hand under the table, his arm moving slightly, back and forth as he rubs himself. “We got a long ride home, ain’t we?” 

[sinful-lanterns]

So I've had thoughts about Stargazer in the Monster AU... 👀 She had a 3-star outfit in the the store a few weeks ago, so based on that appearance along with her feline familiars in it, I think she could be a large cat shifter. Maybe a very large sand cat. They tend to be solitary desert creatures and, like most cats, very independent, which fits Stargazer very well to me if you played through her event. Because of how spread out their population is, sand cats normally have to travel long distances to even find a mate (their mating call actually sounds similar to a dog bark which is hilarious to me 😂), and I imagine once Shifter!Stargazer found our dear Researcher, she'd be quite reluctant to let them go. 😏 If you consider Egyptian mythology as well, cats were also quite revered back then and considered magical, so she could still have powers in the Monster AU too! Mostly, I'm just happy thinking about Shifter!Stargazer with her rough cat tongue and the spiny nubs on her cock to pleasure you while she focuses on putting a nice healthy litter of kittens into you... 😌 - 🌙 anon

I actually think Stargazer would make a good Sphinx Monster tbh. It sorta fits the sand cat description you’ve got going on, and it allows Stargazer to have that spiny nubbed cock that Researcher would definitely take an interest in 🤭

I can see the Researcher being given a riddle by Stargazer while exploring the sandy desserts, and despite Stargazer expecting the Researcher to fail, she surprises her and answers the riddle easily. (The Researcher is quite smart so, makes sense lol)

Stunned that this little human managed to crack her complex riddle, Sphinx! Stargazer is immediately intrigued and begins purring at the Researcher quite affectionately. I can see Nekomata! Angell growling a bit when she sees this other cat monster getting too close to the Researcher, so that’ll definitely be an interesting rivalry when Stargazer inevitably joins the group.

In exchange for solving her riddle? Stargazer allows the Researcher to have a favor. Her requested favor? To see her cock of course!

Sphinx! Stargazer is surprised, yet smug at the same time as she indulges in the Researcher’s request. And the Researcher is definitely not disappointed at what she saw underneath those robes~ 💕

[loop-hole-319]

South Park Monster AU

Stan - werewolf, He can't hunt because the sight of blood terrifies him. Had a panic attack the first time he saw Kyle shed his antlers. Was separated from his family by poachers and witnessed his pack be skinned alive before Wendy saved him. Can't he can't shift away his legs, tail and ears because of the trauma. Codependent relationship both Wendy and Kyle and must be next to one or the other. Dating Wendy, in a queer platonic relationship with Kyle. Smallest wolf form of the shifters. He is in charge of forageing and gathering.

Wendy - Kumiho, Has the highest kill count of poachers and other monster hunters. Before she joined the caravan, her goal was to kill as many poachers as possible and to take down every camp she came across. Her new goal is to escort the caravan to the safe zone. She is the leader of the werewolves in the caravan and is in charge of making big decisions. She and Kyle basically the leaders of the caravan.

Red/Rebecca - Huldra foxtail variant, She was going to kill and eat Clyde when the caravan stopped by a town. The group had sent some disguised members in together for supplies. She joined the caravan when she realized they were headed south to the Al's monster reserve. She is in charge of blending in with humans and the occasional shopping in towns.

Bebe - Secretary Bird Harpy, Bebe meet the caravan by decapitating a Hunter who was chasing Ike and Tricia while they were playing a little too far from camp. She and Tweek most often take up guard duty for the caravans campsites.

Butters - Cockatiel Harpy, Was raised in captivity for his entire life as a victim was the monster pet trade. His owners were abusive and also never let him sing. This caused him to stress pluck his feathers. Kenny helped teach him how to fly after rescuing him. They joined the caravan a year after he was freed. Got shot by a hunter and had to ride on Kyle until he healed.

Kenny - Reanimated corpse, Dating Butters who he saved from his abusive owners. Hollowed out his chest cavity to make room for storage. Sometimes he carries Karen in there, they like to play Kangaroo and Joey. He doesn't remember anything about his past life, but he woke up in a creepy Hunter's taxidermy cabin. Once he ate Kyle's velvet shed. This made Stan pass out. Cartman calls him a "shitty piece of taxidermy".

Karen - Voodoo Doll, She knows for a fact that Kenny Is her big brother, she can feel it in her soul. Is the 2nd smallest of the entire group. She stores needles and thread in her body for her and her brothers repairs. She is either carried by Kenny, flies with Butters or rides in one of Kyle's saddle bags.

Tweek - Imp, Freaked the fuck out the first time he saw Kyle shed his antlers. Dating Craig. Was scared of Tricia at first but now will Carry her whenever she asks. He Butters and Bebe are scouts for the caravan. But after Butters was shot down by a hunter he refuses to fly above the tree line. He has ripped a hunters arm off in defence of Craig. If a human gets too close to the caravan's campsite, he will become hysterical and attack the human Hunter. His sense of smell is slightly better than the Harpy's.

Craig - Fuzzy Horned Cyclops, (Yes from that one comic) Poachers got his parents, leaving him in charge of Tricias safety. He is determined to her, himself and Tweek to Big Gay Al the Wizard's monster sanctuary. They both lack depth perception and have a better sense of smell than the Werewolves in their human forms.

Tricia - Fuzzy Horned Cyclops, She takes advantage of the fact that she is small and gets free rides from Kyle. She and will constantly run it in Cartman's face at every chance she gets. Loves to sit in the loaf position on Kyle's rump and flick him off. Craig and Kyle told her to hide his saddlebacks when they run into hunters. She is petrified of hunters and poachers.

Jimmy - Satyr, Legs are still fucked up but he plays the pan flute outstandingly well. Whenever the caravan is separated he will play certain songs to communicate with the others. He is in charge of giving signals to the caravan when they are spread out. Kyle gives him free rides whenever he wants. Once jousted a man off of a motorcycle while riding Kyle. His alert songs mimic bird calls.

Clyde - Werewolf, He met the caravan while they were setting up camp for the night. He had recently lost his pack and didn't know how to hunt so he was starving. Clyde bit Kyle on the ass and then got his nose broken and knocked out with a kick for his efforts. Even several months later he is wary of standing directly behind Kyle. Is dating Bebe, she calls him her baby girl. Has PTSD from the poacher attack on his pack. Good friends with Stan because of their similar trauma. Terrified of gunshots.

Tolkien - Werewolf with direwolf ancestry, His dire Wolf blood is several generations diluted so he isn't as big but is still the third biggest of the caravan. When He was a puppy, he was shot in his right arm by a hunter giving him a limp in Wolf form.

Kyle - Red deer Cervitaur, His grandma on his mom's side was a Jersey Devil completely replacing his deer nerves with Jersey rage. Craig and Kenny have an agreement with him that if things go to shit because he is to take the little siblings and run. He can run up to 35 mph if no one is on his back. He is the dedicated mom friend of the group and will force anyone who is injured to ride on his back. Doesn't understand Kenny's jokes about 'riding' him. His summer migration spot was right next to Stan's den causing them to become best friends, although due to hunters he stopped coming 3 years ago. Stan thought he was dead and they had an emotional reunion. He doesn't pronk unless he is extremely happy only Stan and Cartman have seen him do it before.

Ike- Moose Faun, Although he is one of the smallest of the caravan, he will grow to be the tallest of the group. He knows he'll grow up to be absolutely massive so he takes as many rides from his brother as he can now. One of his strongest memories is hiding under Kyle's cloak snuggled up to his back in the dead of winter, a little bit before they meet Eric. Likes to play RAM with Tricia as they both only have nubs for horns.

Blanket - Parakeet Harpy, Was taken from his nest at a young age by poachers. But was rescued by Kyle when he went on a murderous rampage through the camp for trying to take his brother. Can be found sitting on Kyle's antlers or nesting in his fluff. Best friends with Karen. Is the smallest of the group.

Cartman - Gargoyle, The only animated gargoyle of a burnt out mansion. He came to life after the mansion was abandoned with only the company of the ghosts of the former residents and a and drunkered Cherub. He was out looking for the monster hunting party that had been harassing him when he met Kyle who had been hurt by one of their traps. Kenny and him take the night shift because neither of them need sleep. Is the only one of the caravan to never have ridden on Kyle and this pisses him off. Good friends with Ike and Blanket One of his horns is broken from a gunshot.

Timmy - Merfolk, His disability prevents him from transforming his tail into legs. He lived in the lake next to the hunter's cabin that the caravan hunkered down at for the winter. He met them when they travel to the lake for water. He has a service cockatrice named Gobbles, who looks like he's been run over several times. He joined the Caravan at the end of winter and road on a sled that Stan had built.

"God damnit Clyde and Stan! Your supposed to ferocious fucking werewolves! Not a couple of prissy little purse dogs who sit there pissing themselves while they're kick ass girlfriends do all the work!"

- Cartman after he had to take a bullet for Kyle because the two of them froze up when a hunter pulled a gun out. He's fine, He's bullet resistant.

[books-and-strawberry-tea]

Books I always forget about cause they are on my kindle:

Am I the only one like this? I always forget what I have when its a digital collection. I've been collecting since I bought my kindle. I read heaps on my kindle. But I just keep adding more and more to my collection. So here's a list of books a want to read that's on there. If anyone has any feed back or recommendations about my list, please leave a comment! Also if you decide to look into the books on this list, be aware some are 18+ and have TW.

Vampires: Hollow - Legend (Series) Tethered (series) Court (started) The southern book clubs guide to slaying vampires (Started) Twilight (series) Court of the vampire queen (40%) From blood and ash Bitten and bound Vampire academy Die for you (aus) The vampire in the bookstore Bound to the vampires Empire of the vampire - Empire of the damned (series) Feathers so vicious (series) House of crimson hearts Shade of a blood moon blood oath - shadow heart - twisted soul (series)

Manga: Somethings wrong with us (Manga) Say i love you (Manga)

Contemporary/contemporary romance/dark romance ect: Den of vipers The predator The ritual Things we never got over The virgin suicides Ninth house - Hell bent (series) God of Malice Hate mail Hate (JAMES) Bridget jones diary Hunting adeline (Started) Kiss the sky The seven husbands of evelyn hugo Moments of mayhem Lights out Mine (AK ROSE) Falling leaves Twisted friction Saint - sinner - priest - midnight mass (series) Love of my after life Theif (MASSERY)

Fantasy/fantsy romance: The spell shop Yumi and the nightmare painter Gideon the ninth Kingdom of blood and betrayal (35%) - A kingdom of venom and vows (series) Heir of the beast (series) Whispers of the deep The crimson moth The orchid and the owl (started) The song of the marked A court of silver flames (started) Half a soul (series) The god and the gumiho A discovery of witches Psycho fae - psycho shifters - (series) Daughter of the moon goddess (30%) - Heart of the sun warrior Powerless The liars crown Forged by malice - bonded by thorns - Woven by gold (series) Heaven officials blessings The dragons bride Dark heir - dark rise (series) Legends and lattes Lightlark - Nightbane (ugh) The very secret society of irregular witches One dark window - two twisted crowns (series) The invisible life of addie larue One little nightmare Daughter of no worlds The unmaking of June farrow Feather so black Songbird of the sorrows What is dark within me (series) A dream so wicked - Sleeping beauty retelling Of darkness and ruination

Ghosty/Hauntings/Spirits/Halloweenie ect: When stars come out Black silk and Sympathy (Aus) Love letters to a serial killer Good girl bad blood (started) - as good as dead (series) House of hollow Chlorine Carving for cara Her soul to take (series) A soul to keep The curse of the flores women The haunting of blackwych grange Leather and lark Starling House A deadly education Spells for forgetting Rouge In the clearing (aus) In a dark mirror Creations captive

Japanese stories: 夏物語 (Breasts and Eggs JP ver) The full moon coffee shop If cats disappeared from the world (ENG/JP) Conveniance store woman Butter コーヒーが冷めないうちに - 川口 俊和 Days at the morisaki bookshop (series)

[lets-try-some-writing]

Just wanted to let you know that your Pretender AU has given me a Smokescreen brain worm.

What is he? What is his purpose? Why is he so secretive and mysterious?

(you don't need to answer these questions)

I am going to answer them anyway because at this point, all of the AUs I am particularly fond of are going to be turned into fics eventually. No use beating around the bush here on Tumblr. Glad to see my Pretender AU has infested a mind other than my own!

Optimus, while devoted to his task, was no fool. With Megatron targeting him and his inner circle of active Pretenders, he needed a failsafe. His initial plan was to create a cache of Pretender larva which would, in time, develop on their own and either come to serve under him or one would naturally evolve to take on the role of Firstborn. Thousands of Insecticons were instructed to remain in stasis alongside the cache as a barrier. Then to be safe, he guarded them through careful artificial EM field generator which gave off the impression that his brood were one huge dweller and carefully never visited. That was Optimus Prime's failsafe.

However, without his knowledge, his creator began yet another experiment.

Optimus was the first, and his biggest folly was being put into the wrong mech. If his host had been ANYONE else, his life would have been all but safeguarded and he could have grown his brood in peace and even become an ally to Autobots and Decepticons alike given enough time. But Orion Pax was influential, and that meant that Optimus was, for all intents and purposes, a failure in Shockwave's optics. He was too well known and in such extreme circumstances that he could neither be studied or fulfill his function properly. With all that in mind, Shockwave attempted to create another Firstborn in order to have a backup.

Everything went according to plan. A new Pretender was made, and this time its biology was adjusted so that it would not require a host. Shockwave built its CNA so that it would have its monstrous form and a completely normal civilian appearance. Then, in order to keep Megatron from noticing his creation, Shockwave quietly placed his newest creation amongst the last generation of sparklings to emerge from the Well. It was then taken in and raised amongst soldiers and Shockwave returned to serving Megatron, content in the knowledge that his Pretenders, his failsafe to ensure the survival of their species, were going to fulfill their function one way or another.

But of course, biology tends to act of its own accord. Smokescreen instinctually knew from the moment he could think for himself that there was already an active Firstborn. And thus, instead of shifting and becoming one himself, he instead adjusted his very CNA over time. He served in the Elite Guard with the express purpose of getting to the only living Firstborn and was quick to take the opportunity to serve Alpha Trion if it meant access to relics that could be of use. He did not intend to be thrown into a pod and sent careening toward Earth, but it all worked out in his favor in the end.

(He did in fact try to eat the phase shifter to store it before Alpha Trion caught him.)

Smokescreen had the potential to be a Firstborn, but with Optimus very much alive and well, he changed to fulfill a less critical role. His entire functioning revolves around safeguarding the future. If he cannot create new life himself, he will protect the future of their kind, consequences be damned.

Backstory out of the way, Smokescreen is an Attendant. He is a one of a kind, but likely won't remain that way if the Pretenders are allowed to increase their ranks. His entire purpose is not necessarily to protect living Pretenders, or even attach himself to any of them. Rather, he developed to be a pragmatic and logical entity more focused on long term planning. He does not care a great deal about any other living Pretender because of the way he functions. If he knew about the cache, he would have been guarding it with his life until he sensed the death of the other Pretenders and knew it was time to wake his kin. But as he was unaware of it, he has settled for throwing his entire spark into taking care of Optimus now that he's on Earth.

Smokescreen does everything he can to keep Optimus relaxed and secure. A happy Patriarch is one who will produce more lava. More lava means more Pretenders. And of course, since Optimus is at war all the time, Smokescreen is able to satisfy his lingering desire to rear young via tending to Optimus's spawn. He is creepy even to other Pretenders. He is a little too obsessed with Optimus, or rather Optimus's spawning capability, for any Pretender to like him all that much. The only reason he is tolerated is because of how much calmer Optimus is around him. The Prime himself assumes that Smokescreen was an early hatcher from his failsafe cache, which is why he is unconcerned with Smokescreen's strange behavior and lack of true attachment to the group.

Smokescreen is well aware he is not well regarded by anyone save for Optimus, and so he has conjured up countless plans to take as many larva as possible and flee in the event things go up in flames. He's a schemer, and he is not willing to risk his life when the Pretenders are yet at risk. Their species comes before all else. Let Optimus fight, Smokescreen will secure their future.

[bellamer]

COD Gas Station AU:

First Shifters/Morning Shift:

John Price- Store Manager

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick- Assistant Manager, Store associate

Alex Keller- Stocker, Store Associate

Farah Karim- Store Associate

Second Shifters/Afternoon-Evening Shift

Alejandro Vargas- Afternoon manager

Rodolfo Parra- Assistant Manager, store associate

John “Soap” MacTavish- Store associate

Gary “Roach” Sanderson- Store associate

Third Shifters- Overnight Shift:

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley- The only overnight shifter.

Other:

Kate Laswell- General Manager.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

NEW YEARS GAME!

You’re a new animatronic. A new years animatronic, to be precise. Or at the very least, that’s what they’ve decided to call you for the time being. They like to change your title frequently enough that it seems a little pointless to keep doing so, but it’s not as though it matters. You have much more important things to do than worry about that.

What do you do? Well, you are Fazbear’s impossible delivery animatronic, delivering presents in every Fazbear location all year round! You’ve been to so many places, theme parks, water parks, cafes and burnt pizzerias alike, all to deliver the endless supply of gifts stored safely within your trusty, bottomless backpack. You can’t imagine a better job than this, handing out presents to anyone and everyone with a name on a prettily wrapped box. There really is nothing like it!

And no matter how many presents you hand out, the backpack never grows lighter, and never grows heavy on your back. A good thing too, given that you always seem to have more deliveries to make come the end of the year and into the next. The gifts seem to change almost every time you open your pack too, and you’re never really sure what it is you’re giving to someone until they open it for themselves. It’s always such a treat to see their face light up as the mystery object beneath the paper is revealed!

You can’t help but feel that familiar sense of anticipation as you find yourself standing within the largest location you’ve been to thus far. Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, you believe it’s called. Even just the lobby you’ve entered is impressive, all neon lights and golden statues! You can’t wait to see more of it, and you especially can’t wait to meet its inhabitants, animatronics, staff, and guests alike!

The only question is, who are you going to meet first?

(Send me an ask with the name of who you want to give a gift to and what gift you're giving them, and I will write the response. I'll put a list of characters under the cut. This game will last until either I get sick of it or sometime in January cause it's a new years thing)

Quick disclaimer: Not all of these interactions will end well

CHARACTERS: Freddy Bonnie Chica Monty Roxy Sunny Moon DJ Music Man Mini Music Men (if you give to them you'll get a different Mini every time) Vanessa Cassie's dad (I call him Eddie) Cassie Vanny Mimic Tangle Staffbots

I'll also do this for any AU animatronics such as:

Pizzaplex History: The Original Roxy Mangle Pirate Foxy (and his bird Skipper) Spring Chica Winter Bonnie Autumn Music Man Summer Monty The Original Freddy Magician/Pirates Sunny & Moon Bonbon & Bono Helpy Engineer Chica (the third one) Magic Maze Chica Jurassic Monty (and his dinosaurs) Winter Sports Lolbit Jack-O-Moon Raceway Chica Cowboy Chica Cowboy Foxy (and his bird Barney, and his horses) Danny Tiger Rock Happs The Shifters (there's three different ones) The Breaker The Recruiter

I dunno I may add more for other AUs later my brain is honestly so fucking fried right now (For reference, the date I wrote this was very late December 1st, technically December 2nd in my timezone. My brain will likely not be fried if you read this on a different day)

[sladerobinweek]

Is it possible to see(have a list of?) the other suggested prompts (which aren’t in the final pick) from the form which just closed so that we can use some of them for the free day? I hope this is no bother! ^^

I can do that! See under the read-more for the full list (only editing done is some filtering into lists I did initially, and the removal of winners) of all submitted prompts:

SladeRobin Week 2024 Submitted Prompts:

"I'm tired of hating you.”

"I never said I was the good guy."

"This isn't what it looks like."

“I won't fail you.”

“We are all pretty.”

“You should smile more.”

“I don’t like penetration.”

“It’s yours, take it.”

“Make me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You don’t have to stay.”

Premature Ejaculation

Mutual Noncon

Weapon Insertion

Orange Pirate Boots Kink

Murder Kink

Lingerie

Chastity Devices

Surprise Heat

Pleasure Whether They Like it or Not

Undernegotiated Kink

Frottage

Aftercare

Orgasm Denial

Male Squirting

Coming Untouched

Arkham-verse

Flashpoint Universe

Babysitter AU

Ravager Lives AU

Bachelor AU

Olympics AU

Shifter AU

Trucker AU

Dragons AU

Football Coach/Cheerleader

Killer/Detective

Assassin/Royalty

Soulmate-Identifying Marks

Omegaverse Same Dynamic

(Robin) Using Deathstroke’s Sword

Rose Finds Out

Robins compete to fuck Slade first

Contract on a Batkid

Slade claims the Bat pack

Lion!Slade

Slade + 2 Robins

Batman!Slade

Slade’s Past

Meta Inhibitor Collar

Accidentally Wore the Same Outfit

Shaving Other with Straight Razor

Grocery Store Meet Cute

The Inherent Homoeroticism of Men’s Sports

Crushing on an In-Law

Baseball

Dragon 

Wish

Mirror

Cats

Stray

Trust

Misunderstandings

Courting

Captivity

Competitiveness

Ownership

Galas

Princess

Holiday

Smoking

Fever

Babysitting

Betrayal

Sparring

Choking

Crying

Drunkenness

Gay Discovery

Dynamic/Power Swap

Age Reversal (or, young!Slade/older!Robin)

Bad Guys Win

On-Again Off-Again Relationship

Political Marriage

Accidental Relationship

Gunpoint Wedding

Hurt/Comfort

Outside POV

Fake Dating

Accidental Baby Acquisition

Hanahaki Disease

Established Relationship

Identity Reveal

Identity Shenanigans

Love Potion

Daddy Issues

Playing Chicken

Knife to the Throat

First Time

Texting Miscommunication

Pushed to the Brink

Second Choice

Reluctant Hero

Secret Meeting

Hidden Talent

Costume Swap

Impersonating One Another

Civilian Hookup

Tracking Device

Guard Dog

Old Wounds

Opening Up

Shared Trauma

Old Sins Resurface

Son/Daughter Issues

Daddy’s Business Rival

My Best Friend’s Dad

Super Soldier Stamina

Unexpected Mercy

Pain as Punishment

Hunt for Sport

Tag Chaser

Lesser of Two Evils

Unlikely Savior

Messy History

Cottage in the Forest

Surprise Kid/Pregnancy

Baby Fever

[cyncerity]

Just finished your new storeshifter au and, if I may add to the angst train, how long did it take for Sapnap to eat in the same place as his partners?

I'd assume he would have some trauma surrounding eating/chewing/swallowing near people after everything that happened with Bad and I would bet that sudden change in behavior would be extremely worrying to Karl and Quackity

ANON YOURE A GENIUS

yes absolutely, it takes a long while for Sapnap to get used to eating around people again after the Bad incident. Hell, he’d probably have a hard time eating. I think he’d play it off to Karl and Quackity as just wanting to eat by himself but then he’d go off and just…not eat.

also i can imagine this happening in the middle period between the fiancés leaving after the Bad incident and them finding the store, so they’re just traversing through the dangerous woods. Yknow, probably the least favorable place to be starving yourself given that you need energy to walk and fight off threats.

(tw for a little talk of fatal vore and digestion here, nothing canon just intrusive thoughts)

I can imagine that Sapnap has a hard time with swallowing anything for a while. He won’t drink anything warm cause it reminds him of his dad’s body heat when he swallowed him. He won’t chew anything because all of a sudden he’s back to the forest in that fight with that bird and it’s his dad that’s getting crunched in his teeth. God forbid he try eating any sort of animal; the first time he tried to eat meat after the incident it wasn’t fully cooked and the blood in his mouth sent him into the worst panic attack of his life.

Worse yet, when he does have a full stomach, the sounds of him digesting his food make him want to sob. Countless times after the incident he had tried to force himself to eat. After all, he was the only one of his trio who could fight, he had to get over himself and stay strong for them. But every time, he’d dream of a scenario where he hadn’t been lucid enough to let his dad out, where he had died within him, and they only sounds he’d woken up to were the gurgles of his own stomach and he couldn’t handle that.

He survives solely on water for as long as a living being can. Karl and Quackity notice him getting weaker, but he pushes off every attempt they make to comfort him. He doesn’t deserve to be comforted. He’s a monster.

Eventually he passes out and Quackity and Karl give him a very stern talking to, and he’s no longer allowed to wander off while they eat cause they want to make sure he’s eating too.

He has a breakdown when they make soup one night because now that he’s with them, instead of it being just his dad, it’s his boyfriends, too. He can almost feel them struggling and screaming, and the warm, full feeling in his stomach when he swallows only makes it worse. He won’t tell them why he can’t eat. They can’t figure it out, but eventually they find things he’ll eat by ruling out what he won’t. Nothing crunchy, nothing warm, no meat. Karl and Quackity begin to stock up on any berries they find, honey when they can come across it, and whatever roots they can easily grind into a smoothie-like mixture just to keep something in his stomach.

It takes a while for him to get over himself, and he probably still can’t properly eat some things, and he regresses a ton when he eats one of his fiancés for the first time (still trying to figure out how that happens but i’ll write it eventually), but after a while of Q and Karl being ok with it and getting more comfortable, he starts to feel better about himself.

[triskhellion]

Legs

Rated: Explicit (4.3k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Tags: POV Stiles, Werecreature Stiles, Tall Stiles, Pack Beta Derek, AU - No Hale Fire, Getting Together, Stiles & Derek are College Students & Little Shits with Big Dicks, Piercings, Dry Humping, Spanking, Marking, Derek's Ass, Smut & Snark, Explicit Sex Acts, Bottom-ish Derek, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Balto References.

Summary: The one where Werecreature Stiles works at the mall and crosses paths with his crush, Derek, upstairs at the movie theater after close.

Super Blue Moon prompts: 13, Black Cherry, [spoiler*,] Special & Summer

“Thank fucking God,” Stiles muttered to himself as the key finally turned in the lock after jiggling the damn door until everything lined up just right. 

He shoved his work keys into his right pocket and then ran his hand through shaggy mid-length hair — his natural espresso brown with thick streaks of dark red — as a small plastic bag dangled from his other wrist. Sighing in relief, he headed down the maze of employee corridors behind the stores on the second floor of Beacon Mall.

Being a supervisor at Spox left much to be desired, especially in the summer, but at least he got a discount on the bullshit that the wannabe Spencer’s/Hot Topic sold. He even got stuff for free if it was about to be tossed for one reason or another. Jacob happened to drop a bottle of nail polish in his favorite color — Black Cherry, of course — on the concrete floor in back and while it didn’t actually crack where it mattered a piece of the top broke off and it got pretty scratched up, so now it was his. There was also a partially mangled GIR figurine, which only improved it in his opinion.

Stiles was looking forward to redoing his nails when he got home or maybe tomorrow afternoon on his day off, but first he was going to catch a movie at the multiplex upstairs. 

Hanging back from the ticket counter, he was weighing his options when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he saw a multigenerational group of mostly dark haired, dark appareled people who were all unfairly attractive. Hales.

He knew that they were wolves and, as far as he could tell, the older ones knew that he was something, though not what. 

His kind were fairly rare, at least in the States, because feline shifters were much more likely to mate with humans and then usually had human children when they did, unlike their canine cousins. Stiles happened to be the not quite 1 in 3 offspring of a such a mating to take after the shifter parent, his mother. 

In addition, while their more solitary nature could help them fly under the radar, it also left them vulnerable to Hunters or other hostile creatures if they were actually detected. (It wasn’t that they’d never join up with other Weres or live in larger groups, but it would have to be something the individual actively wanted rather than a need or custom.) They had a natural masking ability — some extra bit of magic perhaps — that let them conceal their scent and other body signs at will, but that too could give them away if used at the wrong time.

And then historically, well, wolves didn’t often care to have other predators on their territory and also had a very annoying habit of trying to claim that everything was their territory. As if the the absence of another pack meant an area wasn’t really claimed or that they didn’t have to share. Stiles wasn’t worried about the Hales hunting him, though. Things were much more civilized these days and they didn’t seem to be the “Retvrn” sort.

He’d seen the middle child of the Alpha, Derek, around Beacon Hills High before the overachieving beta graduated a couple years ahead of him. They were both at BHU now, soon to start their senior and sophomore years respectively, and Stiles would be lying if he said he didn’t make sure that he still saw him around occasionally despite having no classes in common on the sprawling campus. 

The guy was gorgeous and by all accounts a decent person despite being a popular and rather audacious jock. I mean, football, swimming, basketball, and lacrosse over his high school career? Ridiculous. Derek had finally settled on the latter when he went to BHU on a scholarship and was currently captain of the team.

Stiles had tried out for lacrosse himself the year after Derek graduated, though with the exception of a few shining moments of glory he mostly warmed the bench with Scott. Track and field was more his speed, which he finally realized senior year. The 300m dash, 110m hurdle, high jump, and triple jump were his chosen events. 

The Hales had been there at the state championship to cheer on Peter’s recently discovered daughter, Malia, in her commanding performance in the 3,000m run and javelin for neighboring Oak View High. Stiles had clipped a hurdle and gone down rather embarrassingly in the middle of his first race, but won bronze in the high jump and gold in the triple jump and 300m dash. 

Their eyes locked briefly during the team celebrations after the meet, an amused smile on Derek’s face as he watched Scott tug him away toward the group heading for the diner. He looked back a few times as Derek was approached by fans on the lacrosse team and then rejoined by his girlfriend at the time, Paige, and they wandered off together. 

That was pretty much the extent of their interactions, but when Stiles got home late that night he brought himself off to thoughts of the wolf between his legs.

Back in the here and now, he suddenly realized that he’d been staring and looked away to find that one of the younger present Hales — Cora if he remembered correctly — was observing him with a smirk. He turned back to the schedule board and worried his bottom lip, playing with the black snakebite studs underneath. Well, at least they won’t *smell* what I was thinking about. When he glanced over again Derek was now watching him too, eyebrows raised and that same amused smile on his face.

Stiles nodded in greeting, trying to act nonchalant and likely failing. There were murmurs and giggles behind him as he walked up to the bored looking employee with Electric Lizard green afro puffs. Shayna, who frequented his store and hooked him up with free snacks and premium showings if the right people were checking stubs in return for discounts and discontinued items.

His fingers started tapping on the counter when moments later the wolves also stepped up to buy tickets in the line beside him and he could practically feel the weight of their collective attention. They’d opted for the same sci-fi action-thriller, but Stiles was “upgraded” to the 3D IMAX and the Hales were content with a regular screening starting fifteen minutes later, so they weren’t in the same theater. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or disappointed. 

As luck would have it though, he and Derek ended up going for a bathroom break at the same time, black lined whiskey brown eyes meeting hazel-green in the mirror above the sinks.

“Stilinski.” 

“Hale.”

Stiles was surprised that the upperclassman actually knew who he was. Probably Cora’s doing. 

Derek turned and leaned back between the basins while drying his hands with a paper towel, nostrils flaring and blatantly checking him out. Stiles snorted and turned sideways, shaking his hands and leaving damp spots on his t-shirt as he crossed his arms and waited for the inevitable question. 

“So, I know this is rude and all, but I just have to ask—“

“Do you, really? Is there a gun to your head?” he snarked.

Derek grinned, tossing the crumpled paper into the bin over his shoulder without looking, and sidled closer smelling of curiosity and attraction. He lowered his voice conspiratorially even though they were the only ones in there.

“What are you?”

Stiles sighed and straightened up to his full nearly 6’3”, gazing down into the werewolf’s eyes as if searching for some kind of assurance. It wasn’t forbidden to tell or anything, but he’d never done so before and wasn’t certain that it was a good idea. If it’d be a whole thing with the Hales or make the cocky beta that he’d been stupidly crushing on run the other way. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Derek said emphatically, his face growing serious for a few moments before breaking into a grin again. “Not even if you’re a sweet little rabbit or something. But you’re not a bouncing bunny boy, are you?”

Stiles bared his teeth and showed a hint of fang. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” Derek winked and waited expectantly.

Lips threatening to twitch into a smile, he rolled his eyes and let his arms drop, swinging his right hand up and making a circular motion. “Guess.”

“Hmm…”  

Assessing eyes looked him over again and warm fingers reached to take his wrist, bringing it towards that handsome, stubbled face to sniff at the thin skin over his rapid pulse. A light kiss was placed in the center of his palm. 

“Large hands,” Derek mused, replacing his mouth with a grazing thumb and then staring down at size 15 sneakers — what else, black and dark red — which had to be ordered from a speciality store. “Larger feet.” 

He was already flushing when that hungry gaze landed on the crotch of his black skinny jeans, which were getting progressively tighter, before meeting his again. Blown pupils ringed in gold and the heady spicy-sweet scent of arousal. “Large…everything?”

Stiles licked his lips and then they were kissing, the wolf delving into his mouth and backing him against the side wall. He let Derek take control a little longer, enjoying his eagerness and the curiosity about his jewelry. Then he slinked down and out of the cage of those muscular arms to push him face first into the white tiles. 

“What do you think?” Stiles hissed, grinding against Derek’s ass and earning a moan when he nipped an earlobe.

Minutes later he was leading them through the service corridors, each with a strategically placed outer layer held in front of them (flannel and leather jacket respectively,) and into a dim storeroom. He was pressed back into the closing door, a hot mouth latching onto his throat as soon as they were shut inside. 

Stiles froze momentarily, unused to allowing another predator access to such a vulnerable area, but he made himself relax and enjoy the enthusiastic attention. Eventually, he grasped Derek’s head and pulled it back so that he could take his turn, gently biting and licking over unguarded flesh before finally bringing their roving lips and tongues together. When they came up for air he had a calf wrapped behind Derek’s knee and there was a hand running under his hiked up thigh leaving a trail of tingles through the soft, stretchy denim.

“Long legs,” Derek whispered, squeezing and making him jolt, the motion driving Stiles’ hardness into his. Half-lidded eyes flashed beta gold and he let his own glow a bright, pale green. “Beautiful.”

He blushed and began to rub himself against Derek from face to abdomen, loving the way the other man’s scruff prickled and burned his cheeks. Holding onto his shoulders, Stiles rocked his pelvis into him and Derek responded in kind. At some point in the haze of grinding and kissing they ended up on the floor, the wolf on top of him pulling up his shirt to play with his nipples and rutting between his thighs.

Stiles was snaking an arm between them to undo their pants when Derek stilled and groaned, coming at the brush of his hand. To hell with it, Stiles thought, glomming onto him and writhing shamelessly, finding the hair trigger hot and not wanting him to be embarrassed. When he was close he pulled his cock out of his jeans, pumped a few times, and came into his fist. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as he flopped down, withdrawing his hand. He was contemplating getting up and grabbing one of the rolls of toilet paper stacked on the other side of the room or just wiping it on his flannel a few feet away, but Derek grabbed his forearm and very deliberately brought it towards his mouth. Stiles let his fingers open and a hot tongue darted over and between them, still golden eyes holding his gaze his while licking him clean.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his cock twitching in a valiant attempt to get hard again.  

Derek chuckled and slid off to the side their legs still tangled together. A text came in for him soon after and he rolled his eyes, sending one back while absently carding Stiles’ hair as they basked in the afterglow.

Setting the phone down, Derek took his hand once more — thicker fingers playing with his and complimenting his nail polish — and told him how he had seen him around campus, but didn’t think he actually had a chance with the “cool, unimpressed freshman” until Cora mentioned his apparent interest (i.e., blatant staring.)

Stiles was surprised, but quite pleased. He didn't think Derek would notice him at all after he decided not to continue his athletic endeavors at BHU. As much as he enjoyed the events and being on the team he loved his free time more, especially because he already had an academic scholarship and wanted to be able to work and help his dad.

“Well, “I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, so…”

Derek smiled all crinkly and adorable, kissing his nose and letting go of his hand to pet his belly. Stiles closed his eyes and melted into the warm, rhythmic sensation. Soothing. Possessive. Before he knew it he had unconsciously began to purr. 

Sounds of amusement and epiphany followed and when he looked up Derek was wearing a wide grin.

“You’re a cat!”

Stiles made an affronted noise. “Sure, if you’re a dog.” 

“Come here, pretty kitty,” Derek crooned, pspspsing at him and dangling fingers overhead. Stiles caught his arm and bit it, eliciting a dramatic “Ow!” despite the lack of blood.

“Cats love bite,” he shrugged mischievously.

“Wow, you’re already admitting that you love me...” 

Stiles sputtered and then snatched the still unlocked phone from the smug wolf, keeping it out of reach long enough to send himself a text. He begrudgingly got up once Derek wrestled it back, wishing they could stay longer but not wanting to push his luck. 

After straightening and dusting their clothes, helping each other where they couldn’t reach, Stiles kissed him — squeezing his ass one more time — and pulled him back into the hallway after a quick scan. He wasn’t concerned about the security guards supposedly watching the monitors because he had it on good authority that most of the cameras back here were useless.

Shayna raised her eyebrows and smirked when they returned to the theater and he did his best impression of wide-eyed innocence. They parted ways outside the auditorium where the rest of the Hales were apparently enjoying a massive explosion. 

“Later, Legs,” Derek called.

Stiles flipped him off over his shoulder as he walked away grinning like a fool.

The next weekend found him standing in the Preserve around noon, just across from Hale territory after sending his coordinates. Checking the reply, he removed his custom seamless niobium lip rings and carefully placed them in a tiny ziplock bag in his pocket next to his wallet and some wet wipes before undressing and bundling up his things. He dropped into his full shift. 

Stiles didn’t do the whole shebang all that often, but it was frequent enough to make having to re-pierce himself kinda annoying. Transforming immediately closed the holes and the time he tried just leaving his jewelry in…well, let’s just say they migrated in unexpected and hilariously unfortunate ways. It screwed up his nails too, but this was worth it.  

He twisted and stretched, extending and retracting his claws, and then climbed into a tree to wait. It wasn’t long before a large black wolf came sniffing around. Silently he crouched, his scent and and heart beat hidden, and then jumped down right behind him, swatting the startled canine’s backside and immediately taking off. He laughed internally as an indignant howl trailed behind him. 

After evading among the trees, climbing and taunting when his pursuer got too close, Stiles finally jumped down and let himself be chased into the open. He was tackled moments later, but turned to get his hind paws between them, claws poised against the wolf’s belly just as fangs gripped his throat. A stalemate. Warm air rushed across his neck from an amused huff and they both slowly pulled back, shifting forms. 

Derek gave him a look of admiration 

“A lynx! No wonder you have legs for days…gorgeous.”  

“You’re not too bad yourself, Balto,” Stiles replied, blushing. He sat up and knocked their shoulders together, laughing at Derek’s glare and drinking in the sight of his naked body. Fingers traced over scrunched up eyebrows. “Oh, too good to save the kids from diphtheria, are we? For shame…” 

With a growl the wolf pounced on him again and grabbed his wrists, holding them against the ground above his head. 

“When in Nome,” Derek smirked, leaning in and licking his face. Stiles giggled and kissed him, enjoying the feel of skin on skin even as he prepared to strike. 

In the blink of an eye he had them rolled over, wrenching an arm free and straddling a surprised Derek with claws to his neck. He flashed his eyes and the beta submitted, baring more of his throat. 

“Good boy,” he purred, delighting in how Derek whined and squirmed beneath him. Pleasure, embarrassment, and arousal bloomed in the late summer air. 

Stiles nipped and licked over his chest, moving further down to wrap a hand around his nice, big cock and jack the thick, velvety shaft. Precum beaded at the tip and he lapped it up before stretching wide to suck and slide to where he grasped the base. He wished he still had his lip rings in for this, but alas, another time. 

After edging Derek to his heart’s content — mouthing his balls and leaving pretty dark red bruises on his inner thighs, teasing around the head and enveloping him to the root in turns — Stiles finally relented and let him come. He swallowed everything that Derek had to give, including the remnants of his desperate cries when he crawled back up and licked into his parted lips, sharing the taste of him. 

“My turn,” Stiles breathed, guiding him over onto his belly and settling behind him. 

He gave silent thanks to the sports gods for the work of art that was Derek’s ass and palmed it with both hands, spreading him. Letting saliva spill into the cleft, he rubbed over his hole with a thumb. Should’ve brought lube, but I’ll make do for now.

“So, um, you don’t have spines do you?” Derek asked, looking over his shoulder. 

Stiles chuckled. “I do actually.” At the wolf’s worried expression he added, “But only in my beta shift and they’re more of a ribbed for her — or his — pleasure thing, like little knobs. Not a ‘painfully raking your insides to stimulate ovulation’ thing.” 

Derek sighed in relief.

“Besides, as much as I want to, I’m not gonna fuck you right now,” he said, adjusting his position. “Don’t want to hurt you…well, just a little. In a good way.” He made the barest motion of paddling and Derek gasped, sticking his ass out. Stiles smiled and shook his head. “How did I get so lucky?”

He ran his hand over those plump cheeks and then spanked them four times in quick succession, alternating sides before caressing them again. Derek grunted and hissed as a harder four landed in a different pattern, which turned to moans as the heated flesh was soothed. Another four came down and then a final unexpected smack across the center a moment later. Lucky number 13.

The sounds Derek continued to make were music to Stiles’s ears as he massaged his tender bottom. He spit into the crease again and then his right palm, stroking himself. His own cock was maybe an inch or so slimmer and longer and he guided it between those lovely, reddened cheeks and plastered himself to Derek’s back, nuzzling at his temple. The fact that they hadn’t healed yet because the wolf didn’t want them to made him harder still.

“Yeah, believe me, I was freaked out myself when I hit puberty and tried to do some reading,” Stiles admitted, picking up their prior conversation. “Spines, what the fuck? I thought I’d either never get laid or get sent to prison.”

They both laughed, the shaking of their stacked bodies doing pleasurable things, and then he threaded their fingers together and began to move. Stiles described exactly how he planned to fuck him next time as he rutted against him. His glans dragged over Derek’s rim on longer thrusts and it made him growl, so close to burying himself within the currently pliant wolf who instinctively tilted his hips and pushed back.

“Mmm…you want it so bad, don’t you, puppy? Hungry to be fucked and filled like a good boy should?” 

Derek’s ears turned pink, but he nodded and whispered “Yes.”

“What was that?” he asked with a wicked grin, stopping and pressing his leaking tip against Derek’s hole.

“Yes, I want you to fuck and fill me!” 

Stiles set his teeth to the nape of Derek’s neck and groaned. 

“That’s my good boy.” He started moving again, changing to shorter, swiveling movements as his pleasure built. “Soon, I promise. And then I’m gonna ride on that pretty, fat cock of yours. Make it all mine. Gonna come on it and cover you in my spunk while I milk you dry. Would you like that, puppy?” 

“Yes, Stiles. Please.”

That fervent plea was enough to tip him over the edge and hot cum flooded between Derek's cheeks, a few spurts reaching his lower back, as he continued to climax. Stiles rested for a few moments when he was done, kissing his lover’s shoulders and then gently squeezing his hands before letting go and easing off. He bit his lower lip at the sight of his handiwork, trailing two fingers through the mess trickling down Derek’s crack and onto his balls.

Circling his hole, Stiles pushed them inside when Derek relaxed and then slid them out to scoop up more up more cum before plunging them in deeper. The wolf whined when he did it again, brushing over that sensitive bundle of nerves. He pumped his fingers a few more times and then stilled with a sigh. There, properly marked.

Stiles gave a last playful bite to that delectable derrière and withdrew, wiping his hand in the grass. Just as he was about to suggest hanging out somewhere else he heard his phone chime in the distance, an alert that meant it was from someone at the store. 

He groaned in annoyance. There was no way in hell he was going in today — he’d lie and say he was out of town if he had to — but maybe they just needed to ask a question or something. Quickly shifting back, Stiles butted heads and then licked Derek’s face with his rough tongue before loping back. 

He was dressed and up in a tree again after telling Jacob how to price the new vampire-themed lava lamps when the black wolf came ambling by a few minutes later, head sweeping from side to side and then falling rather dejectedly. His heart simultaneously ached and rejoiced at the display. He liiikes me, he misses me alreeeady, Stiles sang internally. 

“You gotta start looking up, dude,” he said out loud.

Derek startled and gave him a lupine glare, but by the time he was back on two legs a grin was winning out.

“You’re still here.”

“Duh,” Stiles scoffed, dropping his concealment and climbing down to drape his arms around him. Derek pressed him against the trunk, diving into his neck and inhaling deeply. His mouth soon followed, leaving bruises that Stiles would do his best to keep. Properly marked, he thought, grinning.

He was purring when Derek took a step back and looked at him like he was something special. 

“So I never did finish that movie…what with the coming in my pants and deciding to go home rather than back inside to be mocked by my entire family.“ Stiles preened smugly. “Well, mocked more. Wanna see it again with me?”

“Sure.” 

There were definitely parts he’d missed even after returning to his showing. It was one of those movies where you really had to pay attention to the details to fully understand what was going on and he was quite distracted. Of course, there was also a non-zero chance that they’d get especially distracted again, but if so they’d just have to keep going until they saw it all. Stiles took Derek’s outstretched hand and walked with him into Hale territory. 

“But let’s go to a different theater this time. No mall on my day off.” 

“As you wish-pspspsps,” Derek proclaimed with an exaggerated bow.

Stiles pushed him over and skipped out of the way of his counter lunge.

“I’m too quick for you, Balto.”

“Bet I can reach the house before you do, Puss in Vans.”

Stiles cackled. Damn, direct hit. He wasn't wearing them now, but did in fact have multiple pairs of the skateboarding shoes.

“Well, these are your woods, but fine. Point me in the right direction and if I win, I get to drive your Camaro, Benji.”

Derek snorted and directed him to a trail heading NE. “Not gonna happen, but sure. And if I win?”

“You get to fuck me first.”

It’s not his fault that Derek was still processing those words when he ran off. 

For the second time that afternoon Stiles laughed while the wolf chased after him, though in their human forms the outcome would be more uncertain this time. He might excel at sprinting, but his long legs could go for miles.

And no matter who came in first, he was going to win either way.

*Lynx!

[everlasting-rainfall]

In skin into fur, I couldn't help but latch onto that one brief mentioning of Lucci hanging out around the giraffe enclosure and wonder if that means Kaku is also there for the same reason.

This led to me thinking about how giraffes go about courting, and how males will just beat the shit out of each other with their necks for dominance. Like I'm picturing Kaku waiting until the object of his affection is walking by and then just slamming into a poor unfortunate zookeeper as a display of strength. He quickly whips around to see if they look impressed and is confused (and jealous) to see them fretting over the zookeeper he just obliterated.

At least the gift giving would be more tame though? Instead of finding dead animals in their locker there's just like... a large branch with lots of leaves sticking out of it

I’m glad that you liked the Animal Shifter AU, I’m thinking of calling it Skin into Fur AU but I also might not so feel free to just call it whatever you guys want as long as it isn’t something mean

Anyways let’s get into it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Stalking, Violence, Human into Animal Transformation, Pee Mention, Dead Animals, Deception, Jealousy

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Yeah! That does mean that that Kaku is here too, I’m glad that you picked up on it! Basically a lot of animal shifters have been known to make it so that they appear as regular animals although others do just decide to appear human

Some appear as house pets, others are wild animals like that raccoon behind the corner store, and others like Lucci choose to live in zoo’s or wildlife sanctuary’s

The purpose of it being a lot of things like some of them have simply decided to live out their lives there until the day that animal shifters take over the world and become the dominant species of earth while others use it as a way to more easily find mates and breed as a lot of people are around

An animal shifter will never take a normal animal as a mate though as that’s really weird even to them so typically an animal shifter will just take another animal shifter as a mate or a human they intend to court in a similar fashion to how an animal would until they eventually mate them turning them into an animal shifter too

Also I can’t say that I know too much about animal courtship methods but I do know something about giraffes and it’s that males will actually headbutt a female until they pee then they drink it to see if the female is fertile or something like that but let’s not think too much about that, yeah?

But that would be pretty interesting like that thing you brought up like let’s say that the male zookeeper is the one that’s been caring for Kaku way before you came along and Kaku has never had any problems with him

Doesn’t like him too much but he’s not a problem and he keeps the enclosure clean and sanitary while also keeping Kaku fed so he won’t cause any issues

But then comes the day that you get hired and I can imagine that when you walk in with the male zookeeper, it’s like a stereotypical scene where there’s like pink at the edges of the screen and some kind of romantic music in the background as Kaku looks at you

Definitely follows you around the enclosure a bunch eventually deciding that he wants you specifically as his mate but before he can start courting you, it seems like the male zookeeper has taken an interest in you too!! How dare he!!

(In actuality, all he did was ask if you wanted to go out to get some food together after work)

So next time that he gets a chance when you and the zookeeper are both near his enclosure, it’s time to show him just whose the better man so he waits for you to be watching then obliterates the male zookeeper just like you said

He’s so proud of himself, he took down the competition in one blow! Look at you running towards him, you’re likely going to accept him as your mate and let him fill you with his-! Wait, wait a second… You just ran past him…

You’re checking on the male zookeeper and dragging him off to safety which likely does not goes over well with Kaku, he won the fight so you should be recognizing him as the better person to mate but he has all of your attention…

Jealousy is rising and he figures it’s time to take matters into his own hands…

He’ll do exactly what Lucci did by leaving you gifts and things and it would be a hell of a lot tamer like it probably is branches but I can also see Kaku thinking of what human related things you might like

Like maybe a giraffe plush to remind you of him? That might get you accused of stealing though so this may take a while

Honestly though, his gift giving would definitely be a lot tamer than Lucci’s like if you worked there at the same time that Lucci’s S/O went missing then it’s probably worrying but at least it isn’t dead animals, yeah?

At most, it’s stuff that Kaku thinks you would enjoy and also things to help you get used to what’s soon going to be your new life as soon you’ll be an animal shifter just like him living in this zoo with him as another giraffe

Like I can just imagine him looking at a branch in his enclosure while he’s chomping down on some of the leaves and going “Hmm, that seems like it would be nice” then just getting offended when he checks around at night to see if you took it only to find it in the trash bin

How rude of you! But no matter, he doesn’t care too much as he knows that you’ll come around and even if you don’t then there’s not much that you can do about it as you’ll have to get used to it eventually when another giraffe mysteriously appears in the enclosure

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Artificial Extract

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, pregnancy, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Peter hasn’t spoken to you. Not since you told him the truth. He’s barely around. You don’t do much more than wallow in your anxiety, dreading his return and the moment he chooses to finally confront you. You know it won’t be pretty.

The day seems to be it. You're wiping up the countertops when he comes in. He’s dressed to go out. A dark zip-up jacket and black jeans. His hair is combed neatly and parted to one side. He approaches you and grabs your forearm. You drop the cloth as he drags you away without a word.

He marches you to the door and sets a pair of your heels before you and snatches a coat from the rack, nearly flinging it at you. You put them on as your chest bubbles hotly. Is this it? He’s not going to say anything to you before he disposes of you?

You think of the others, the ones who got away, you heard what the men said about them; what they wished they could do when they catch up to them. You’ll find out first what’s in store for those who can’t live up to standard. You step out ahead of Peter as he nudges you, pointing you down the steps and along the walk.

You go to the car and stand across from him. You look at him across the sleek roof, “Peter…”

He ignores you and gets in. You close your eyes and cringe. It takes you back to your ex and his bitter silences. They usually ended much sooner, always violently. You wish Peter would just hit you. That he would just do something. He can’t do much worse than you’ve already been through.

You open the door and lower yourself into the seat. You pull the seatbelt down and click it into place. He reverses down the long drive. You brace yourself and stare blindly through the windshield. Well, maybe it will be over soon. You have nothing left; you’ve only bought Princess the same spite and you never did have much to offer anyone.

He drives on. You wince each time he reaches for the shifter. He doesn't look at you, doesn't acknowledge you in any way.

You recognise Stark Tower as he drives up, pulling beneath to the garage. You follow him as a daze slowly floods you, numbing you to whatever comes next. You walk beside him with heavy, stiff steps, ankles shaking on your steepled heels.

He presses his thumb to a censor and a door opens, then another, a hallways long and sterile, another, and another. You stop at a steel barrier and he exhales loudly, stalling as if preparing for the next step. The last crumb of hesitation flakes away as he pushes his thumbprint into the ultraviolet pad.

You're met by an unexpected symphony of moans and grunts. Peter drags you inside before he seems to realise. He halts stuntedly across from a long lab table, the contents of which are strewn over the floor.

You see the top of Princess's head shifting on the metal, her hair askew as Tony ruts into her. Her back squeaks on the table with each thrust as she grips his veiny forearm, his hand clamped around her throat. You take a step back as Peter lets you go and clears his throat. Loudly.

"Um, you told me you were available."

Tony looks up, not wavering for a moment as he keeps his tempo. Princess retracts her hand and hides behind her arm as she slings it across her face. Tony pulls his arm back to check his watch.

"Four already?" He smirks and gives a wink, "I won't be much longer… you can wait outside or... Stay and enjoy the show."

You twist away, stimach curdling as you fight the urge to save Princess. Her distress is wrought into her piqued moans. You stomp to the door and Peter follows, catching your elbow before you can leave. He hits the switch to slide the door back.

You walk out together and you stare at the wall as you feel Peter's gaze on you. You try not to show your fear or disgust. It's better this ends, you're tired of being a toy.

"Tony's gonna help," Peter speaks to you at last, "he's gonna fix you, kitten."

You turn to him, a tremor in your cheek. Fix you? You don't say a word. Men have only ever seen you as just that; broken, weak.

[writeforfandoms]

congrats on the new follower milestone!! could i request alittle bit of some very indulgent hurt/comfort 👉👈 like the fic 'anxiety' you wrote(loved that, it's one of my favourite things to date). set in the shifter au, sometimes i just want to read something incredibly horrible happening and someone making it better and being scooped up into a big protective hug yknow? can be 141 centric, or maybe konig and horangi i really dont mind anything, thank you so much!

Hi friend! Okay, I did my best with this. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: hurt/comfort, brief assault, protective boys, shifter dynamics

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You hummed quietly as you stepped outside. The boys had convinced you to go out drinking (they drank much more than you did), and you were having fun, but the bar they'd chosen was also loud.

You just needed a few moments outside, just a little bit of quiet before you went back in.

Honestly, you had no idea how the pack wasn't going nuts.

You breathed in deep, the cooler air a welcome change.

"'Scuse me, luv."

You jolted a little and stepped aside automatically as someone stopped next to you. He looked down at you, lips curling in amusement.

"Here with friends?" He asked, fishing around in his pocket to pull out cigarettes.

"Yeah." Your smile was small and tight. You didn't really want to chat. You edged a little further away from him.

"Smoke?" He held out the pack to you.

"No, I'm good." You shifted your weight to your far leg, shoulders hunching a little.

He didn't take the hint. He lit his cigarette and stepped in closer to you, blowing the smoke away from you. "Think your friends will mind if I keep you from them a little longer?" His eyes were cold when you met his gaze.

"Yes, they will." You stepped away from him, determined to get back inside.

Except his hand snapped out, wrapping around your wrist to hold you there. "Shame," he sneered. "'Cause I'd sure love to spend more time with such a pretty thing."

"Let go." You tugged your arm, setting your feet. But he didn't let go, his grip tightening until you gasped.

"Come on, sweetheart," he cooed mockingly. "We can have some fun, they'll never notice."

"Let go!" You yanked again, free hand balling into a fist as you twisted to get in a better spot. Last warning. Then you'd punch him.

You didn't have a chance. The door opened back behind you (when had you gotten so far from the entrance?).

You didn't even see what happened. But you heard the low, rumbling growl before someone was between you and the man.

"Problem here?" Gaz asked, faux-pleasant, his hand tight on the stranger's wrist. He released you with a low hiss.

"Nah, just chatting." The stranger didn't seem very scared, but you weren't sure he knew what he was facing.

"Right." Gaz sounded disbelieving, but at least he wasn't growling. He did slowly herd you back, away from the man towards the door, keeping himself in front of you.

"Sure you don't wanna ditch the mutt?" The stranger called to you.

You didn't even try to stop Gaz. To your surprise, though, Gaz merely growled a little.

"Better than some smelly arsewipe." Gaz turned finally and draped his arm over your shoulders, keeping you close as he escorted you back inside. "You alright?"

"Yeah," you assured him, a little surprised to find your hands trembling. "Just a little shaken."

Gaz huffed and crowded closer to you, keeping his arm around you. When you two got back to the table, he didn't release you, just trapped you between himself and Soap.

Soap, of course, saw the cuddling and immediately got on board, squishing himself into your free side and rubbing his cheek against your shoulder. "Alright, hen?"

"I'm fine," you said, more amused than anything, though you knew you still smelled of distress. The encounter was still a little too fresh on your mind, your wrist still store from the man's grip.

John met your gaze across the table, eyes stormy. But he didn't move, keeping his gaze on you.

You swallowed but nodded, just a little. Yeah, you were shaken. You certainly didn't want to go back out alone, not right then. But you were safe with your pack. All would be well.

His shoulders relaxed a little, a tiny smile gracing his lips. And he sat back again, just watching as Soap and Gaz kept you firmly between the two of them, both chattering and interrupting each other.

You breathed out slowly and leaned into Gaz, curling your fingers into Soap's shirt so he wouldn't feel left out. This was better. This you could do.

The rest of the night, you stayed close to one of them at all times. It made you feel better. And the boys certainly didn't mind.

(Although you did laugh when John finally got sick of watching Gaz and Soap bicker and pulled you onto his lap instead.)