#that scene on luciens dad yacht is probably still as fun as it was when I was writing it

[separatist-apologist]

“have never reread Holy Ground because, and correct me if I'm wrong, it has no plot. It's just 15 chapters of a healthy relationship progressing in a healthy manner?” um OK but it’s still well written and great characters and humour and it’s cute and sweet AND WE LOVE IT who cares if there’s no “plot” ELUCIEN FALLING IN LOVE IS THE PLOT

Whoa anon I didn't say it was BAD just plotless. Free MB, she is embarassed of herself and has only reread The House That Built Me and Last Of The Real Ones (and last week The Great War which RIP when is that bword gonna FINISH IT???) because she likes MESS.

[ddaddsprompts]

Dads react to Tiger Shapeshifter dadsona :0? (Love ME some giant cats )

I love, love, love shapeshifter AUs. Next to Omegaverse, they’re my favourite, so writing this was a lot of fun! They all ended up a bit longer than usual. Mat’s scene was inspired (and based on) @daddy-hotline‘s robbery ask, but no one gets shot here. No bears were seriously injured writing this. - Mod Mare

🥃 “This is a stupid idea,” you say, for the umpteenthtime. By now, you don’t expect a reply anymore and simply voice your protest sowhoever’s in charge up there can note your unwillingness for this endeavour.But you can’t leave Robert on his own, in the middle of the night, followinglarge paw prints leading deeper and deeper into the forest, either. You lowerthe phone on the ground so Robert can see where he’s going, paying closeattention to your surroundings. Even in your human form, your hearing is athousand times better than his, so when the sound of wood breaking comes fromsomewhere close by, you hear it, even if Robert doesn’t. “Stop! Robert, stop!“ Robertthrows a glance over his shoulder, but doesn’t stop. “What, you got spooked bya squirrel?” Again, there’s a sound, loud enough for Robert to hear it too. Hefreezes; you see his grip on his knife tightening, knuckles white. “Stay behindm—“ A deafening roar, then, a large brown bear breaks through the thicket. It’sstanding on its hind legs, sending drool flying everywhere. Robert stumblesbackwards and lifts his knife-holding hand. “Y/N, whatever you do, don’t try torun. Back away slowly. I’ll cover your exit.”“The hell you will.” Without second thought, you shift, clothes be damned. Musclesstretch and bones break in a matter of seconds. Letting out a loud roar, youpush past Robert. Pale as chalk, he moves out of the way and stares as a tiger lunges at the bear and buries itsteeth deep in the animal’s neck. The bear roars in pain. You let go, growl, andthe bear runs off. Behind you, Robert says, “Holy shit”. You turn around tofind him approaching you cautiously. He puts the knife away and reaches out.There is no fear in his eyes, only fascination as he puts a hand on your noseand runs his fingers up between your eyes up to your ears. “I found a cryptid.”

🍸 ‘Stopwriggling’, you try to convey, but unsurprisingly, Joseph doesn’tunderstand. He’s far too busy doing just that – wriggling, or rather, strugglingto free himself from the tiger that got its teeth buried in his shirt, eventhough said tiger is doing its darndest to make sure he doesn’t drown. You’restill unsure just how it happened, but on a trip with Joseph’s yacht, thecaptain somehow managed to go over the railing and fall into the water. Hisbody weight plus his wet clothes would have rendered any attempt to pull him upuseless so you did the first thing you could think of: You shifted and jumpedin after him. With a lot of clambering and scratching the coating, you manageto heave Joseph back on board. He scrambles away from you immediately, holdingup his hands. “Good tiger… good kitty… don’t eat me please…” Joseph scans thedeck, probably for something to protect himself with. “Y/N? Y/N! Where areyou?!” You wave and give a tiger grin. He stares at you, looking very much likehe was about to faint; he’s soaking wet and trembling badly. You try to thinkof what to do next, how to show him you’re no threat, but your thoughts are cutshort when your nose starts tickling. A second later, you sneeze, a full-bodyshudder going through you. Joseph stares. You look away, doing the tigerequivalent of a human pout. Suddenly, Joseph starts to laugh. “It’s… it’s you,”he breathes out in surprise. “But… how? How is that possible? It’s you… only hairier.”With an indignant huff, you turn your back to him. When Joseph somehow managesto find that spot behind your ear on hisfirst try, a pleased noise escapes your mouth, despite your intention to sulk. “Don’tsulk, Y/N,” he chuckles. “Thank you for saving me… could you… um, turn backagain? I… we really need to talk. About. Well, that. I have so many questions—”

☕ It’s a lazy morning at the Coffee Spoon, just Mat and you, seeking acaffeine boost before your run with Craig. Things come crashing down withinseconds. The jingle of bells alerts you to the arrival of a customer. Mat ishalfway through his greeting when the man suddenly pulls out a gun, shoutingdemands. You’re frozen in shock and can only watch as Mat quickly empties what moneyhe brought for change into the bag; as the robber takes in his measly gains andstarts shouting, waving around his gun. It all happens so fast. You shiftmid-jump, knock into the robber and send him flying on the ground. A shot ringsthrough the air as the gun flies out of the robber’s hand. The bullet shattersthe display case, but thankfully doesn’t hit anyone. You roar in the robber’sface and press your massive paw on his chest, press down until you hear thefaint cracking sound of bones about to break. He’s sobbing, begging for mercy,but that falls on deaf ears. The only reason you don’t tear his throat out isMat; Mat, who’s cowering behind the counter, breathing too fast and shallow.Without second thought you let go of the robber, who is too shocked to move,and shift back. “In and out, Mat, in and out. Just do as I do. Here,” you presshis hand on your chest, “follow my lead. In and out. That’s it, baby, that’sit, you’re doing great.” Once his breathing slows down again, you call thepolice, who arrive within minutes. By then, you’re dressed in some of Mat’sspare clothes and hid the evidence, so the robber’s rambles about a tiger onlymake the officers think he’s high or insane. They take your statements, neitheryou nor Mat mention the tiger, and that’s it. You’re alone again. You don’tknow where to begin, what to say, but Mat beats you to it. His strong arms wraparound you and he buries his face in your chest, sobbing. You return hisembrace and sink down on the ground, pulling him into your lap.

🌹 Damien is at work, won’t be back untilseven, and since Lucien is staying over at a friend’s place, you have the manorall to yourself. It’s been a while since youlast transformed, but it’s still second nature to you. You welcome the ache of musclesas they shift, embrace the widening of your jaw, the sprouting of striped furfrom your skin, and once your two limbs become four, you stretch. Not wantingto get any fur on the (probably very expensive) furniture, you head outsideinto Damien’s garden, which is a lot more interesting anyway. So many smells!You stay on the path, careful not to damage any of the flowers, but entertainyourself by chasing butterflies, scratching on a tree and napping in thesetting sun. Your slumber comes to an abrupt end when someone screams. Confused,you startle awake and whip around. Damien is standing there staring at you, stilldressed in his work clothes. Has it gotten so late already? You stretch andyawn, drawing another scream from your boyfriend. He’s still as a statue, not amuscle twitching, even as sweat forms above his brows. “Good tiger, you won’thurt me, right? You wouldn’t like human meat, it’s nasty. Good tiger. Just…stay right where you are.” He takes a tentative step backwards towards the door.When you don’t attack, he takes another, then another. Slowly, as to notstartle him, you sit up and walk up to him. Damien freezes. You sit down infront of him and reach up to poke him with a paw. His heart beats rapidly inhis chest as you bump your head against it. You tilt your head and chuff, theclosest thing you can make to a purr. Damien looks down into your eyes; you cansee the exact moment he realises. “Y/N?” You chuff and bump him again. Hestumbles with a surprised gasp and puts a hand on your head to steady himself.When he, after a few moments of hesitation, starts petting you, you make adelighted noise and close your eyes. Damien chuckles and scratches harder.

🎣 There’s a loud crashing noise, followed by ashout. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register that the shout camefrom Brian, but then you jump on your feet and run out into the backyard. Thesight that presents itself to you causes your blood to run cold. The projectBrian has been working on the last days lies broken, heavy panels of wood andstone piled in a heap of debris under which Brian is buried. You can only seehis legs sticking out, the rest is hidden. “Brian!” You hurry over and try topull off the pieces lying on top, but they’re too heavy for you to lift. Atleast you know he isn’t dead, as you can hear him call for you from underneaththe heap. He’s probably asking you to call an ambulance, but that would taketoo long, something in the pile could shift and send everything crashing down,he might be crushed… You make your decision within seconds. “Hang on, Brian! I’mgetting you out of there!” You efficiently strip down and throw your clothesaside. It’s been a while since you last transformed, but it’s still secondnature to you. With the strength of a tiger, removing one piece of wood orstone after the other. At the sight of a tiger pushing off the wood on top ofhim, Brian screams. You put one of your paws on his face to shut him up. Onceyou’re done and Brian is free again, you take a few steps back. Brian sits upand takes one of the smaller panels to use it as a weapon. “S-stay back! Y/N!Y/N! Where are you? Y-you f-fucking t-tiger if you h-hurt him—“ Before he canwork himself into a frenzy, you shift back. Brian’s mouth drops open. He looksfrom your clothes back to you, then at the debris, growing paler by the second.You open your mouth to explain, but Brian faints before you can.

👟 You’re not a werewolf, so there were no awkwardconversations with Craig during college about why you disappear once a month, nostumbling into the dorm naked (not that that would have been out of theordinary). He doesn’t know, but you feel like he should. A few days ago, heasked you to move in with him and you said there’s something you have to tellhim first, so you wait until the girls are at Smashley’s place before you sit downtogether to talk. “What do you need to tell me, bro?” You look down to where he’sholding your hands in his and nervously wet your lips. There’s no easy way tolet the cat out of the bag. “Showing you might be the best.” He follows youwith his gaze as you stand up and strip. “Bro, I’ve seen you naked before, whatare you up to?”“You’ll see. Just… Craig, please don’t be scared.” Before he can talk andweaken your resolve with promises he might not be able to keep, you shift. Onemoment, there stood a man; now, there’s a tiger in Craig’s living room. Hescreams out in surprise and scrambles over the backrest of the couch to put itbetween you. “Holy shit. Holy shit,am I dreaming? Is this a prank?” Moving as slowly as you physically can, youround the couch and walk up to him. Craig flinches away from you, his eyesdarting to the door, but he doesn’t run away even as you continue approachinghim. You lie on the ground in front of him, belly up, and chuff. After standingstill for several minutes, Craig gets on his knees and reaches out. As much asyou want to, you don’t give into the instinct to catch his hand between yourpaws; you hold perfectly still, let him pet you and run his fingers over yourbelly. “My bro is a tiger. Here, kitty, kitty— Ouch!” He sucks on his finger,where you lightly scratched him. “I deserved that.” You chuff in agreement.

📖 Another sneeze courses through Hugo’s body. Wordlessly, you offer him anew tissue. “Are you sure you didn’t touch any cats?” Hugo asks, then sneezesagain. You came home from a short trip to the forest where you shifted to getrid of some pent-up energy and within half an hour, Hugo was reduced to asniffling mess. You’ve only seen his allergies act up once, when Damien forgotto switch clothes, and that gave him breathing problems, so this is a muchmilder, but still annoying reaction. Some of your fur must have gotten on yourclothes when you shifted. “I’m sure, Hugo. I didn’t touch any cats.” That’s thetruth, but you still feel bad. He can tell you’re withholding information, buthe’s a teacher, he knows better methods than to ask. Instead, Hugo snifflespathetically and sinks down into the couch, looking so sick and miserable, it hurts.You manage five more minutes, then you crack. “Okay. I can’t do this. There’ssomething you should know.” He has the decency not to look smug and simplyraises an eyebrow as you climb off the couch and come to stand in front of him.“I’m going to have to show you.” You don’t bother stripping, but simply shift.Hugo drops his tissue and stares. To make yourself smaller and lessintimidating, you curl up and rest your head on your front paws. Hugo sneezesagain and lifts a hand to his forehead. “Can’t be fever-induced…” Carefully, henudges you with his foot. You grumble and scoot a few inches to the side, outof reach. “It’s impossible… There’s no way… there would be records ofsomething like that. But you’re here, you…” He makes a gesture you assume meanstransformed, then sneezes again. Fromthe back of your throat a whine sounds. It’s your luck your boyfriend isallergic to cats and while tigers are only distantly related, your fur stillaffects him. You shift back and uncurl, stretching your naked legs from you. “Ihave so many questions,” Hugo says. This time, the sparkle in his eyes doesn’tcome from the allergy.