#the paw is indeed white

[existential-dread-in-the-am]

Your paw is white 🙏

Wait...my paw and my icon match 👀

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

How long can Toji go without touching you...?

“Nuh-uh,” you lightly swat his hands away from your waist. “Paws off…” you flash him a small, teasing smirk, finding joy in the little game you two are playing. 

“Woman…” Toji groans, plopping his hands to the bed with a dramatic sigh. His jaw clenched as he takes a deep breath, trying to control the urge to just touch you. His broad shoulders slump just a little, a small pout appearing on his lips– a rare sight on Toji indeed. 

It’s a scene you’re not used to—seeing Toji like this, so soft, so yearning, so desperate. Such a strong man, that could easily manhandle you if he wanted to, straddled under you, looking up at you with such a pleading expression. Just begging for permission, to feel your soft skin on his fingertips. 

“No pouting either…”  you mumble, leaning in to give him another sweet kiss. He wastes absolutely no time kissing you back, eagerly meeting your lips. His kiss full of hungry desire for you, the way his tongue managed to slip inside your mouth, and how he occasionally bit your lip, tugging on it just a little. He could barely contain himself, but he did… 

His hands remained off you, the only difference now is he was gripping the hell out of the bedsheets. You pull back slightly, breathless, your heart racing and you hoped he couldn’t tell. He chases your lips, not happy you broke the kiss, not happy at all. “This is so unfair,” he glares at you with half-lidded eyes. His chest heaving up and down as he pants to catch his own breath. 

A chuckle leaves your plump lips, as you look at him. Face red and flushed, and his boner as hard as ever. “What do you mean, baby?” you tease him, the words dripping with playfulness as you move your hips against him, just enough to drive him crazy but not enough to give him that relief he oh so craves.

Toji groans, his hips instinctively bucking up to meet yours. “You know exactly what I mean,” he mutters through clenched teeth, the frustration in his voice just making him all the more hot. His rich deep voice sends a shiver down your spine. You were driving him insane but that was the plan all along. It was exactly what you wanted. 

“You want to touch me so bad, huh?” you purr as your hand comes up to cup his chin, tilting his head so he could face you. His pretty green eyes could burn into your skin with the way he was looking at you. His jaw tightens slightly under your touch, lips part slightly as if he wants to say something, but the words don’t come out. 

You lean in closer to him, placing kisses on his jawline, trying to coax him into speaking. "Is that what you want, Toji?" you murmur, your thumb tracing his bottom lip slowly. You only feel him grow harder under you, his cock speaking for him. His whole body twitches, he couldn’t hold back anymore but he doesn’t want to lose the game… or maybe he doesn’t want to disobey you. 

"Say it, baby" you whisper into his ear, your voice low and sultry, each word full of temptation. You look down to see his poor knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sheets. He was such a good boy for trying to hold off, but he was at the brink already. 

“Please… let me touch you, already,” he finally blurts out, his voice hoarse and strained with embarrassment. He held on longer than you thought, you could give him that. The sound of his begging was like music to your ears.

"Good boy," you giggle, letting your fingers trail down his chest, sending tingles through his body. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

[moondirti]

blue collar simon x gn! reader. implied cnc.

Simon finds a journal on his lunch break.

It's inconspicuous. A5 black moleskin with an elastic holding it's contents together, bits of paper sticking out like nails on a poorly constructed house frame. He only notices it because his cooler slips off the bench when he blindly places it atop the fat book, sandwiches and packets of crisps now strewn across the dirty pedway.

The day's already been shit. A motley of blows, each made worse by the torrid sun overhead, sweat to cling to his grievances. An uptight site manager. A near loss of life after some tenderfoot got caught in between an excavation truck and the wall. Even his too-long hair, which curls around red ears – having not had a chance to buzz it off since being called in for this job. It's no wonder, then, that the tiny mishap stirs as severe of a reaction as it does; he chucks his hard hat across the road, satisfied only when it finds its fate mid-lane, an obstruction to inevitably fuck the tires on a white collar's new car.

When his rage settles as smouldering ash in his chest, he picks his food off the floor and cracks open the source of his animosity.

With no name or number, the first page holds just a chicken-scratch address. Interesting. Its owner hasn't made this easy on him, crafting it like one would a game. A skewing of traditional acquaintance. Granting nothing of their superficial identity, yet unrestricted access to their innermost thoughts. Thus he's forced to paint his own picture of the figure behind the words.

And what a picture indeed.

The first entry is brief.

13.02 – My therapist expects at least three pages a week. I'm not doing any of that, so don't get your hopes up.

It's evident that you don't stick to your guns. Though the next one is dated several months later, so he see's the attempt had been made. Written in a whole new hand, like you'd picked a dry pen off the floor and practiced your non-dominant grip:

08.05 – I broke my arm playing tennis. The umpire called a match-point in my opponent's favour and I threw the racket at his head.

I am no longer allowed to play tennis. What good is that resolution? My radius has a greenstick fracture. I'm already out of the game.

His laugh is abrasive and sudden, like it'd been pried from his chest by a pair of careless hands. Or as close to that analogy as it can get – your anger is intoxicating and only grows more potent across the pages. Inadvertently amusing. Simon chews through the tough crust of his torpedo roll as he reads, time wearing away under the stiff comb of your words.

There's hardly any variation in your cataloguing –

10.06 – The universe must need more bad people in it, because it tests my limits everyday. Can the fuck next door snore any louder? It's 2 am, goddammit. I wonder if it'd be overkill to ship nasal strips to his mailbox.

26.06 – Dad called today. Didn't pick up.

04.07 – I'm close to killing Kathleen. There's a reason the food in the fridge is labelled as MINE. GET YOUR GRUBBY PAWS OFF OF IT!

13.07 – The world is a shitty, stupid, crappy, icky, lousy, rotten, stinking, stinky, bad place. I hate my coworkers and friends and parents and landlord and etc etc. It's like everyone is out to get me.

– so it's like the honed curl of a hook. Whiplash-inducing, reeling his attention so quick that his neck strains in phantom pain. Simon stops everything, elbows settling onto his knees as he fixates on one entry in particular.

30.07 – I stand by what I said. The world is uniquely horrible. I think that's because I make it that way for myself. Whatever this exercise was meant to do for me, rage relief or introspection or whatever, it's clearly not working. I'm just as angry as I was before. Maybe burning these pages would help. I wish I could play tennis again. I don't know what to do with my hands anymore. I got fired last week. Need groceries. Eggs, spinach. Spinach always goes bad and I never make use of it. I keep buying it though. Dad keeps calling. I've got a migraine and I've run out of advil.

I just need someone to put me in my place.

And it ends there. No more entries after the fact, just a handful of blank pages before the journal wraps to a close.

He flips back over to the address at front. Looking at it a second time, he can tell the ink is still fresh.

Perhaps he misinterprets it. Perhaps it hits a little too close to home. It wouldn’t be the first time he looks for salvation in the empty lines someone leaves behind. Perhaps it’s just been a bad day, and he should go home before he does something he’ll regret. Perhaps it’s nothing at all.

Or–

Perhaps he sees it for what it is.

Here are all my colours. What you choose to do, or think, is no longer my concern.

[reallyromealone]

Title: little god

Fandom: jjk

Characters: Gojo, Geto

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: -/-

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, dragon reader, child reader, fluff, god reader

Notes: uwuwuwuwu

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(Name) Stretched his bones as he sunbathed in a garden he found, the dragon stretched out and his scales glimmered in the sunlight.

The lawn was soft, fancy grass that felt wonderful against his scales as he huffed sleepily, eyes blinking lazily and without a worry in the world as the ribbons in his little horns swished in the gentle breeze, the gold accessories on his head and horns jingling slightly with the wind chimes in the engawa a few feet away.

Dragons couldn't be seen by normal humans so (name) often made his way into gardens or sleeping on couches or chairs... Basically the little mythical reptile did as he pleased as he scratched his little whiskered face and sneezed a little and a flower bloomed where the golden dust hit, a single orchid grew up.

"Well you aren't a cursed spirit" a voice broke out and (name) looked up to see blue eyes and immediately the small cat sized dragon jumped up startled and ran behind a decorative rock "I take it you're the little one leaving tiny paw prints in my sand garden" the man was crouched as he smiled at the dragon who glared and grumbled at him, a little baby hiss.

Who was this?

Why was he seeing him?

(Name) Was only a toddler in human years, running on instinct as he got ready for a fight.

But the human seemed unphased.

Gojo cooed at the little guy, he knew there was something living in his garden but he never thought it would be a fortune god or a baby one at that "where's your mama little one" he asked sweetly and sat down as he grabbed the pieces of chicken he grabbed when he saw the little one lounging "want some chicken?" That got the little guys attention as he chirped, the sound of little chimes could be heard as he carefully walked towards the good smelling food and before Gojo could even blink the dragon took it and ran back behind the tree.

(Name) Sniffed the chicken he took and deemed it safe and began munching on the chicken, glancing at the human periodically to make sure he didn't take it.

"You're the one whose been sneaking around eating birds, probably the one eating my koi" he teased as he watched the dragon eat the chicken happily before coming back for more, batting his snoot against his hand "I got plenty of chicken and even some salmon inside if you want some" he offered the dragon who let himself be lifted up as he ate more chicken from the white haired human, very food driven indeed.

Gojo noticed a gold charm on the dragons forehead, (name), inscribed on it and the man hummed as they got more food for the little guy.

He loved watching (name), he was absolutely hilarious and precious!

(Name) Liked to do his own little thing, mainly fight his own shadow and chase bugs but he did his own thing regardless.

He had to show Geto!

"So you found a dragon..." Geto said as they watched (name) eat his new balanced diet, little face messy "you know he won't be a dragon fully forever right?" He said and Gojo shrugged "I'm his dad now, currently he eats raw chicken hearts and salmon but when he's bigger he can have tempura and rice" he said simply as (name) blinked up at them before trotting off "he does his own thing" Gojo said simply and Geto worried for Gojos... Could it even be seen as parenting?

He definitely had to keep an eye on this situation.

The following days went daily smooth as Gojo took time off to be with his new son, (name) having morning zoomies in the yard before breakfast and a nap, the sorcerer doing some work from home as the dragon slept in his lap, imprinting hard on him.

But the dragon would often wonder off, vanishing for periods of time before eventually returning and Gojo decided to follow him.

(Name) Was weirdly interested in under Gojos bed, the man had no clue why though until he looked under to find things from his jewelry to coins to soft blankets, all on top of the fluffy dog bed Gojo got his little buddy "there's my Rolex..." Gojo grumbled but let the little guy keep it, clearly he was very happy with it all.

Something Gojo noticed as well was he would have random coins in his pockets in pants, better hair days and he was feeling better and it wasn't until he saw his little... Son? Yeah son! Drop coins in his shoes and pockets and golden dust sprinkled on his mask after the dragon finished cuddling it "do you do have a bit of magic in ya" gojo lifted the dragon up whose hind legs curled up and his long tail curled between his legs, little head tilt before sneezing gold dust on his face.

"Gross"

Bling!

Setting (name) down he checked his phone to see that meeting he was planning on being late too was cancelled "why thank you, son" Gojo pet the dragons little head and chuckled when he aggressively kicked his leg and leaned in to the touch.

Gojo did his research, Jujutsu sorcerer's kept documentation on God's and such, wasn't the first time they saw one and won't be the last and realized he would need to be ready for when he stopped being a little dragon full time and quickly grabbed his laptop and ordered away.

Gojo set up a bedroom for his adoptive dragon son, a toddler bed and toys that the little one played with kind of.

The room had everything he could need and even got pull-ups in case the kid couldn't figure out toilets.

Should he get a nanny?

Maybe he should look into that... And a tutor... His kid was not cut for public education.

It wasn't until four months in that he got woken to a tiny little hand, eyes snapping open to see a tiny face with big (color) eyes and scales that framed bits of his cheeks and forehead "papa, breakfast!" He said impatiently and gojo realized that this random child was the dragon he took in, the tiny tail swishing at the boy wore traditional clothes lined with gold "yeah? And what does my son want today?" He teased as he got up and lifted the boy into his arms, blessed energy radiating off him like an eclipse "hot dog!"

"A hot dog for breakfast? Thats not breakfast!" It was weird how easy he fell into the role of dad, making his son eggs and hot dogs as compromise and the boy devoured it happily.

Gojo was thankful he had the forethought to get the boy more clothes though the tot leaned towards more traditional robes than anything and Gojo assumed it had something to do with being a god.

"Fancy clothes for my fancy son" he said as he had the seamstress he typically went to put together a bunch of robes for the boy, his little one was so cute!

Geto came by frequently, (name) plenty used to him as the boy ate fancy chicken nuggets as his tail swished lazily "why is he dressed like royalty?"

"Why do you dress like a monk?"

"Touche"

"You know you can't hide him from the elders forever right?" Geto worried for the boy, the elders were assholes who would exploit the fact that the little one was the literal god of fortune, having done some research to find that (name) goes through "rebirth" periods, once he gets too old he just reverses his age and starts new, he wondered if he retained his memories....

"I would love for them to try" Gojo said coldly, a smile on his face as he pat his sons head fondly, the boy grinning at his dad and offering him some of his half eaten nugget "papas full, little man" he rejected kindly and (name) resumed eating as the adults spoke.

(Name) Was just happy to have more meat, Gojo always having the best food especially for the literal only other Gojo family member (if you try to tell him (name) wasn't you would be turned to a fine mist by the blue eyed man) who looked at him like he hung the stars and painted the moon.

"Oh? What's up?" Gojo asked and Geto looked confused as (name) suddenly handed him a few coins "he just has those" Gojo shrugged and Geto raised an eyebrow "he keeps using his magic to summon coins, he keeps giving them to the fridge though..." (Name) Practically worshipped the fridge, the tiny god hugging it often and mumbling "chicken..." Happily as Gojo took pictures of the little goober.

"Though he has granted a wish" Gojo said softly as Geto looked shocked, looking back at the tot who was full and sleepy, a soggy nugget in his hand "what did he grant?" He asked curiously and Gojo sipped his tea "he saw something on tv, I was watching the news and there was a report on a missing dog and the man looked distressed" setting his cup down and taking off his glasses as he continued '(name) touched the tv and poof, the dog was running to his owner" Geto still couldn't grasp the fact that he was sitting before a literal god, the god of fortune no less.

A being that could completely alter reality but all he wanted was chicken and getting to chase birds.

Eventually Geto left and Gojo brought his son for his afternoon nap, a stuffed lucky cat in his arms as he snoozed.

It was weird for Gojo to sit and think about the fact he was a dad... To a fucking dragon god!

But it was worth it because (name) was odd yes, but he looked at Gojo like he was his dad.

It's why he used his standing to put together papers so (name) would be a Gojo legally.

Now he just had to make sure the Zenin clan didn't go near him.

[muffinsin]

Hi, I'm sort of new to your blog and I really love your writing. And since I'm going through a crocodilian phase, I was wondering if you could write one of the daughters with a, sort of half lycan reader but, instead of a wolf they're a crocodilian. And I'm pretty sure crocodilians are bigger and stronger than wolves, so maybe in their lycan form their just massive.

This is my first time requesting like, anything ever so I'm really sorry if I got anything wrong in my ask.

Hi! That’s a really cool ask! :) I’m happy I finally get to tend to it!🙌 Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

She’s out hunting when she encounters you the first time

Originally hoping to go for a deer, she picks up your scent instead

And oh my..what a scent indeed

Nothing she has ever smelled before

She’s pulled in the moment she picks it off the air

Before you, she has never quite encountered crocodiles

Even the very few genetically modified ones found near the village are never quite within the castle grounds

This makes you the first to carry such a scent, at least to Bela

She rushes past trees and bushes, dodges branches and swarms past countless scurrying deers and squirrels, even a pack of Lycans is scared off by her presence

Being in a rush is certainly unusual for the collected eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu

And yet…

There is just something about your scent. Something strange. Something new

In time, she finds you, a large creature hiding away a human form she is not yet aware of

You’re by a small pond, washing what seems to be a large paw. But despite your varcolac-like shape, you sport no fur

Instead, Bela spots…scales? Could that be?

Your skin looks hard and dark, scale-like

You look like nothing she has seen before, for even your scales look tougher and stronger, thicker and more resistant than those of any fish she has seen around the castle and village

What are you?

She nears herself slowly, her sickle at the ready

She doesn’t look for a confrontation, really, aware she is neither as fast as Daniela, nor as strong as Cassandra

Still, her mind already scans your body for weak points where her sickle and sharp nails could dig in

Briefly, she thinks, bringing you home would earn her a lot of praise from her family. But, you’re so rare

It would be a pity to eat you

Soon enough you take notice of her and turn to her

She spots the sharp teeth in your mouth immediately, white and pointed, sharp as small blades

She doesn’t doubt you could take your preys arms between them if you tried

Yet still, when you do attack, she finds you to be exciting prey

Of course, due to the warm weather you stand little chance, but your tough skin provides you cover still

At last, Bela finds the weak spot she’s had in mind, the little bit of softer skin at your stomach, and drives her clawed fingers in. Not enough to kill, merely enough to force you out of this fight

When you flee and she inevitably catches up to you, it takes no time for her to drag you back to the castle, despite your size

Inside, you’re shown off and pawed at, before ultimately being brought to Bela’s room

This marks the day you become hers, in a way

She feeds you and tends to your wounds. Silently, she’s thankful you seem to be a fast learner even for a creature and refrain from attacking the hand that feeds and tends to you

The real surprise, however, comes when she awakens one day to snarls and huffs

There’s no longer the mysterious creature in the large cage by her bed. In its place is you, a creature resembling a human

She’s…surprised, but even more so, she’s intrigued

Despite the time she wants to know everything all at once, taking a notebook and noting all she can get from you

You don’t mind all that much. Your imprisonment aside, this woman has been very kind to you

You’ve learned, it isn’t that bad in the castle, even back when you were kept in a cage by her bed

You were fed and warm, had access to water and even got to go out once Bela knew to control, or maybe even trust you

It was a comfortable, but exciting life even then

And the more time Bela spends with you, the more intrigued she becomes. Not only by your beast form, but by you

It’s long now that you’ve had to sleep in the cage

Instead, you’re presented a room near her own, though often she awakens to find you curled up by the foot of her bed or the middle of her room in your other form, lazily sleeping on the carpet

Both your rooms connect to one of the larger bath halls of Castle Dimitrescu, one fitted to your needs and sporting a forest-like look by now

You sometimes find Bela’s sisters lurking in there, but otherwise it is all yours to slumber in when being in your transformed state

She helps you find out more about yourself, exploring your body with you and giving you the opportunity to learn with her by your side

She’s incredibly intelligent, you find, something uncommon in the village and even the castle

You find she’s hungry to learn and enjoy the countless times she teaches you new things, too

You grow closer to Bela each day, too, and look forward to learning more from the interesting woman that rescued you from the dangerous life out by the forest

Cassandra

You aren’t entirely sure how you ended up at the castle cellars

Whether you were captured and sold off, whether you were an experiment going wrong that people had no use for, or whether you were truly unlucky enough to stumble into the wrong territory and get yourself captured

Of course, you know where you are, though. All know of the infamous Dimitrescu Family and what lies beneath the castle

And yet it still doesn’t explain how you got captured

And frankly, Cassandra doesn’t know either

But she notices you, of course

Being the sister that practically owns the dungeons, she knows all about the prisoners ending up there

Traitors, raiders, hunters, misbehaving maidens

You don’t seem familiar to her, though

And as she passes your cage the first time, she immediately notices the shimmer to your skin

Upon opening your cage, she finds herself feeling slightly surprised. You aren’t attacking her. Haven’t. Wouldn’t

You know a fight against her would not go well, you heard the stories of maidens and villagers alike

Was it her who imprisoned you? But, you sensed her surprise and suspicion

“You, pet. What are you?”, she demands, her sickle held just under your chin

You give her a shrug, able to offer her nothing but your name

This intrigues her more. A new prisoner, surprisingly none captured by her

When you suddenly groan and curl in on herself, she immediately swarms back

Were you not in so much pain, you might have commented how cute it looked, her surprised, wide eyes and her little jump that turned into a swarm of flies

Alas, you can only clutch your stomach and groan in pain, hunger gripping you like a vine

“Hungry”, you barely manage to choke out. Thankfully, the huntress underdstands

In less than a few minutes after swarming off she returns to you, a screaming, crying woman held tight by the collar off her rag-like clothing

You can’t bring yourself to feel mercy when she’s thrown into your cell, hunger turning and forcing your hand

Cassandra watches as your skin turns to more scales

Sharp teeth replace human ones, quietly, she thinks of taking one to make a necklace of it

Then though, you take her by surprise

When you bite down on the crying woman’s arm, you neither claw at her nor bite chunks out, as she would expect from lycans and moroaica

Instead, you turn, over and over, so fast she can barely keep up

The crying woman screams as her arm is popped out of its socket, then easily ripped off at the next turn of it

Never has Cassandra enjoyed seeing a kill more

She’s immediately intrigued by you, watching as you easily twist more of your meal off before picking things off with your hands

You sport no claws, you realize, unlike her and most infected. In fact, you almost look like- what was it? A crocodile?

She had seen pictures of those, made Bela and Mother tell her stories of them

Transformed, or perhaps only halfway so, you look strikingly similar

When entering your cell, she finds you still don’t try attacking her

She spends the rest of the day with you, poking at you and lifting your arms, checking your teeth and what not. You don’t mind. It gives you something to do

You become her research project fast

Cassandra ensured you’re fed well every day, and as you prove you’re capable of behaving and listening to each of her commands, she even takes you out the basements occasionally

You’re allowed to hunt with her, something you immediately have fun with

Cassandra is…

Stunning, is one word for it

She’s the most skilled huntress you have ever encountered, outdoing even the rumors of her skill and efficiency

She finds her prey fast, and once caught up with it, defeats it even faster

You are not one for chasing with her, yet occasionally you get to teach her a thing or two about the strategic plans you’re developing

With her you find your true transformed form, a crocodile-like creature the size of a varcolac

As such, you blend in perfectly at the ponds within the castle, and while Cassandra finds it incredibly boring to simply catch fish together, she indulges you

She usually watches from a tree, snickering when fish, snakes, sometimes even silly rabbits and squirrels come near you

Once, a deer did. Again, you twisted your body fast when biting down at its leg

That day Cassandra fell from her perching spot and right into the water, having leaned forward so much in her eagerness to watch

You dried her gently with the clothing you took off before transforming, dabbing soft clothing she provided you with against her cheeks

Aside from hunting together, you like helping her out in the dungeons

You don’t nearly have the knowledge she has, but find: you enjoy your company

As she does yours

You hope, one day, you may call her more than just the woman that has saved you. You think, maybe someday you will tell her she is the woman making you feel happy, safe, strong,

Loved

Daniela

You’re a member of the staff, specifically, one serving Daniela and all her needs

Being her private maiden and in charge of keeping her room clean, bathing her, tending to her needs and such allowed you to build quite a connection with her

And, to many maidens’ surprise, she does not lay a finger on you in a harmful way

Some days, you’d confidently describe the two of you as friends, or friendly at least

On other days, her flirty touches, her bottom on your thighs when she lets herself fall on your lap and her lips at the corner of yours when she leans in for a brief kiss to your cheek have you question what kind of relation you have to her

Nevermind what you are to her, though, Daniela is important to you. Has grown to be one of the most important people in your life even, maybe

With not many among the staff you’d call your friend, Daniela has become the person you care for most

She’s kind to you, though you understand her sometimes random mood swings

She’s caring towards you, and interested in you

Never does she harm you, and you trust she never will, should you not harm her in return. Something you swear you never will

And still, she is kept in the shadows about your…condition

You don’t know how to explain your crocodilian-like state to her, how to start, even. You’re just thankful you can retreat to your chambers or even hers whenever you feel you’re close to transforming even slightly

Not laying a finger on you, Daniela is none the wiser about your unusually thick skin and the scales on your skin, safely hidden underneath your long sleeves and gloves

This changes one day, though

With the begin of winter, Lycans let out to hunt end up at the castle

Tidying up the library, you immediately rush back to Daniela’s room, where you know you’ll find her

Only is she on the ground when you do, clutching her bleeding side and holding her sickle tightly in front of her with her right hand

The previously warm air is cold with the shattered window and in front of Daniela stands one of the intruding lycans

You act fast, pulling the creature back when it’s about to lunge at her again

She’s screaming, her golden eyes set on you. She’s sure she’s about to lose you, assuming you’re a mere human trifling with creatures you ought not even cross paths with

And still, when the sharp claws come in contact with your hip, you scream, but don’t fall

You push back against the creature, your fingers digging into its fur

Before you have time to overthink exposing yourself like this, you feel yourself transform a little

Your face mutates just a little, as your jaw rips open and your teeth become sharp as blades

Your big mouth stretches around the creature’s neck, and quickly, you twist, over and over again

Daniela watches in amazement and shock, as the lycan first twitches and yowls, then stills entirely on the floor, its head separated from the rest of its body

You lift your head as you transform back, your face and chest bloodied

Shakily, you move towards Daniela

“Come on, Milady, this place is far too cold for you”

From then on you only grow closer together

Daniela shares your secret with nobody, keeping it even from her family in fear you might be taken away to be studied

Instead, it’s a secret shared only between the two of you

Talked about in hushed voices and giggles in her room, underneath the blankets

When entirely alone, she sometimes asks for another demonstration. You’re happy to indulge her, glad to be able to be in your other form more often

After batting her eyes at her mother and pulling her famous puppy eyed and lip wobbling look, Daniela is granted to take you outside with her in summer

And it’s the best feeling in the world

You need not worry about villagers or hunters with Daniela so near. You know, you have her back, and she has yours

You’re allowed to swim in lakes and even try hunting with her

At other times, you feel as though on fire when you’re relaxing just underneath the water and spot Daniela’s barely-covered body just a little away from you

It seems, she likes to try her luck as it comes to catching fish. She doesn’t eat them, but finds it fun to watch them quickly scurry away from her hands when sticking them inside the water

You sometimes chase a flock of them in her direction only to hear her excited squeals and adorable giggles

Life is good. And Daniela makes it even better

[areyoudreaminof]

Cassian is not a cat person

“What’s this?” he asked searching his girls’ faces for an answer.

“My kitten!” Ori squealed, “House got me a kitten!”

The little kitten blinked back at Cassian with large green eyes before it opened its jaws with a mighty squeak. It bared its fangs, tiny sharp little things that meant holes in his leathers and rips in his blankets.

“So, it’s an illusion then,” Relief washed over Cassian for a moment, but it was quickly snatched away as Ori’s chin quivered.

“He’s not an illusion, he’s my real kitten,” Fat tears began to drip from her eyes, “He’s mine and he’s going to stay forever!” Ori held the little cat tighter, as it seemed to sneer at Cassian. That’s right bat boy, this is my house now, it seemed to say as it purred.

“It’s a real kitten, indeed,” Nesta assured them both. stroking the cat’s head. A little white ribbon was tied around its neck. A Valkyrie ribbon.

“And before you ask, no I had nothing to do with this. The cat is real and it’s here to stay.” She shot Cassian a look. “Though he’ll need a name,” she said, turning to Ori down in her lap.

Orianna bit her lip thoughtfully, “Pudding,” she said with finality, “because he looks like chocolate pudding.”

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Orianna’s hand touched the kittens paw in her sleep, as if the cat would be gone when she woke. Thought the cat seemed perfectly content with his new little master, immediately snuggling up and nesting in the blankets. Nesta watched at the doorway as Orianna and her new best friend slept soundly.

Soft, heavy steps interrupted her thoughts as Cassian sighed, “She’s very hard to say no to. Even a magical, sentient house can’t do it.”

“I wanted a cat,” Nesta said, to her own surprise, “when I was Ori’s age, I wanted a cat. A fluffy white one, and I wanted to name her Pearl. I had forgotten about that.”

“Did you get one?” Cassian snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“No, Grandmother said they were filthy vermin, Mother agreed, and we never spoke of it again,” she leaned back into Cassian’s chest. “I only remembered when she started asking about it a few weeks ago.”

“Well then, I suppose I’m going to have to call a truce with Pudding,” Cassian sighed.

[innocentsandsofdreams]

Scenting Halsin x Tav

Tags: Halsin x Tav, Tav is reader, desperate Halsin, tav being confused but likes the outcome, begging (slight)

Word Count: 615

Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact (DNI)

SFW

After going with Halsin and basically adopting the kids with him, all was perfect

Somehow, Halsin is constantly touching you to some extent

The poor man, something is going on with Halsin and you don't know what

Getting worried you start asking around

Come to find out, during a bear's "season" Halsin occasionally 9/10 gets the same symptoms

Going to Halsin, you try to encroach the subject as nice as possible

"Halsin my love?" - "Yes, my heart?" - "Are you alright?" and immediately the man goes to you and start nuzzling into your neck

"Yes, why not?" - "Well, you have been cuddling me more than normal- which is nothing wrong with that! However, you are like my shadow, clinging to my every step..."

Halsin just looks at you and just ponders

It dawns on you and him that Halsin is indeed in a bear "season"

Being slightly embarrassed he stammers with his speech, apologizing profusely

Having seen the poor druid panicking, you hold him and gently hush him with a kiss

"Baby it's okay I meant nothing by that, I was only concerned on your behavior because I thought you were going to say goodbye"

Halsin is shocked and quickly reassures you "I would never leave you! Especially with all of these orphans! I love you and these children; Oak Father preserve me"

Having laughed it off, you put the whole debacle behind you two with a kiss

A kiss that quickly got heated

NSFW

Halsin started to paw at your clothes almost tearing it off you

Shoving you down on the floor (respectfully uwu) he yanks your pants off

Having done so, he didn’t take your underwear off yet, having mouthing at your front salivating at the taste of you

Managing to soak the whole front of your underwear with not only his saliva, but also your juices

Being satiated temporarily, rips your underwear off

Still not done with you he starts going down on you for a hot minute

Making you cum a few times

Almost exciting his inner beast he has to calm himself with breathing, softly kisses your tummy

Having calmed down he looks at you and decidedly gave you a warning

“My love, I have to tell you, in this season I have uhm, I have a thing, a knot. Same thing as an animal does and if you don’t want this I can understand- “

“Babe, I love you, I will take all of you, knot and all baby, please take me”

Having been given the green light

Halsin lines his cock up and pushes it in

Taking your breath out your lungs he starts moving

Having a hard time catching your breath each pump of his cock Halsin is almost desperate with his thrusts

Having your knees to each side of your ears, you began to feel a bigger mass on top of his cock

Halsin groans as he whispers “love you sure? You want my knot, right? Right??? Please, I love you pleasepleaseplease”

Moaning in agreement he gently puts his knot into you and you both groan in pleasure as he locks into you

Grinding and bulling his cock in you, he shoves as deep as he can go and cums deep in you

He being, the loving gentleman giant also makes sure you finish too even tho he came first

Halsin works you until you moan and cum with white stars

Having calmed down and you realize that he’s still on you

He softly chuckles in embarrassment

“I’m locked to you for a while my love, I apologize but I’m so proud of you for taking me so well, if you're willing, I would love to try this again”

Sighing in pleasure you agree and rest on your back as Halsin readjusts you so that your back is facing him and he’s spooning you

Yeah, you can get used to this

[nuttytani]

Tails Of Trouble

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Cursed

Word Count: 666

A/N: An easter egg for the Ikemen Flash Exchange, The Fair Returns event; hosted by @flash-exchange.

Something was amiss, something was strange, something was not right.

His body felt far too tight; skin taut over dense, large bones. They had an unfamiliar weight than usual, pressing against vital organs, constricting the path of air to his lungs, he had to drag in every breath. Even the air in his room was unbearable. Too much for his senses — the aroma of his mild woody and sweet incense seemed sharp for his nose. The wisp of smoke curling above the dimmed oil lamp burned his eyes.

Now, Mitsuhide was not one to be frightened so easily, yet whatever was happening to him had thoroughly scared him.

In reflex, his hand reached out to touch the other side of his futon, where his lover slept. He was relieved to sense the warmth radiating through their sleepwear. Indeed, they were with him. With a shaky sigh, he moved closer and pushed away the stray hair falling in front of their closed eyes.

Before he could take a moment to admire their sleeping face, he noticed something furry where his hand should be.

White and small, with sharp black claws. Mitsuhide turned it around, it did not have fingers. It was not a hand; it was a paw… An animal paw. Eerily similar to Chimaki’s, he knew very well since he had tended to her injured ones multiple times. Mitsuhide proceeded to look down, he had a matching pair of paws down there as well, with a fluffy tail.

An undignified yelp echoed in his room. The sound was piercing for his ears, so he scrambled back, or tried to at least. His limbs were tangled up in their shared blanket. The more he moved, the more he got tangled, though finally, he escaped the blanket’s maze and landed outside the futon, and on his sensitive tail. As expected — another pitiful yelp had escaped his mouth.

Once Mitsuhide caught his breath, he looked up for a brief moment, only to be greeted with sleep-laden eyes that soon widened with shock.

Oh, and now he had disturbed his little one’s sleep. How shameful. Not wanting to show more of his new appearance, Mitsuhide ran out of the room and hid behind the shoji.

“Mitsuhide? Is that you?” his lover asked. Though he wanted to answer, he held himself back.

After what seemed like seconds, Mitsuhide’s ears could pick up the distinct sharp sound of a fire-striker being used, followed by a soft thud. Their room was now lit, and he could see the telltale shadow of his lover, slowly moving out of the futon.

His lover was astute as ever and figured out his hiding spot. They crept towards the shoji. “Mitsuhide… Are you alright?” they asked, with concern, standing on the opposite side.

Again, he did not answer. If he did, all that would come out of his mouth would be loud barks and screams.

“You know, you’re not hiding that well. I can see your tail,” they said. “Moving it away doesn’t change the fact that I saw it! Not good at hide and seek are you, my dear?”

Mitsuhide did not like the teasing tone that his lover used, he could tell that they were having a blast laughing, and their shadow was shaking far too much. With a yelp, he padded out from behind the shoji and glared hard.

“Awe, looks like my husband is angry,” they smiled and cradled his body. “I’m just as confused as you are. I can’t believe my kitsune has turned into an actual kitsune!” Mitsuhide bit their finger in response, lightly so as not to break skin.

His little one fake frowned and flicked at his nose. “Behave yourself Mitsuhide, otherwise I’ll let you be stuck as a fox forever!” To placate his love, Mitsuhide licked at the finger he bit. “That’s more like it. Tomorrow I’ll ask Kyubei to find a good curse-lifting monk, they should be able to help you. Meanwhile, you’re stuck being my pillow.”

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[midnigtartist]

I wrote a longer SpellBomb fic and y’all are getting it first

Please enjoy Gale being a little horny and a lot soft in the shadow cursed lands 🔮💣

He can’t help but watch her through the mirror of her makeshift vanity as she readies herself for sleep. Lounged on his side on a thin straw mattress in the only spare room at Last Light, Gale considers how supremely lucky he is. To get to share space with the most captivating woman he’s ever had the good graces to know. The domesticity of the thing feels new and novel after a year spent in isolation, and even longer as the lover of the Mother of Magic.

Mystra preferred abstraction in their relationship. The intertwining of their very souls in the astral over and over again is a pleasure Gale’s not know before nor since, but left little in the way of mortal cuddling after the fact. Mystra would summon him when she pleased and dismissed him when she was satisfied. If there was a scrape of vulnerability to be found in her, he’d not seen it while splayed across her infinite domain.

Dotty hums a halting, pipping tune as she run fingers through her frazzled hair, picking out clots of dry blood with her dexterous fingers.

It had been but a few hours ago that this inn, this singular point of silvered hope in the mitst of the shadow cursed night, had been sieged. Set upon by the Absolute cult that dogs every step of their journey. Another frantic pitch for survival against the horrors of the cursed land, and Dotty looks so fine, even whilst in the thick of it.

Her stately poise and cheerful disposition betray how truly fierce she is in the heat of battle. Every muscle pulled taut, every movement sharp and precise, lethal. The way she wields crossbows half as tall as she is with such ease never ceases to steal the breath from Gale’s chest.

The scrap to protect the Selunite cleric and guardian of the inn had been a fierce one indeed. A treacherous flaming fist commander bore down on them with a horde of devils, but the moment that persists at the forefront of his mind is that of Dotty, thrusting her rapier up though the stomach of one of the winged beasts. Her eyes white fire and her lips pulled back in a shrill, piercing shriek of rage. Every bit the devil her heritage presumes.

Even now, the lingering tendrils of adrenaline squeeze tight around Gale’s heart at the memory, leaving him suddenly flushed from hairline to toes. There’s a particular exhilaration he feels at seeing her in such a state. One that leaves him so desperately wanting.

Her navy skin, like the deep blue of the bay seen from his tower window at night, and speckled with just as many stars, peaks over the top of the wide collared tunic she wears to bed. Gale traces the lines of her shoulders with his eyes.

To say he desires her would be an understatement. He’s desired her nearly from the first moment he’d met her. Dotty is a beautiful young woman and she is well aware of the fact. He’d like to say his attraction goes deeper then just her full lips and rounded hips, and in many ways it does. She has a seemingly unquenchable thirst for life and joy, and a devastatingly gentle heart that never fails to steel his own, but still. He is just one mortal man, and flawed man at that. He can’t keep his mind from wandering down paths flesh. Thoughts of her of soft skin fitted into his hands. Her teeth set against his throat or her taloned hands pawing at his chest.

How he longs to spread her out across his sheets, like royal blue ink spilling across the fresh pages of a new chapter of his life. Weave willing it's not the last chapter, of course.

It would be tactless to voice such desires without preamble however, so Gale instead breaks their amicable silence with-

“It is exhilarating, facing what grim horrors these cursed lands throw at us. Especially by your side.”

Dotty hums absently in way of response as she continues to pick at a particularly troublesome knot in her silver hair.

“I once read a book-“ he tries, sitting up a little straight on the bed. “One detailing how a brush with danger might heighten ones desire for—other forms, of stimulation. Have you- read anything on the subject?” He finishes, valiantly.

Could he not have thought of something cleverer? Well he can no more resend the words then he could pluck a star from the astral sea.

Dotty seems to find his fumbling question amusing, which is a great comfort at the very least. Her fond gaze catches his through her looking glass, eyes crinkling at the corners. Her words laced with laughter when she speaks.

“Read it? At this point I could write it myself.”

The mild embarrassment building in his throat dissipates, leaving only warm affection in its wake.

“Oh, I believe you.” He says, aware of how breathless he sounds but not paying it any mind.

Dotty pushes the last of her curls back from her face and stands, moving instead to her pack on the other side of the room. Gale’s gaze stumbles after her like how a child might chase a butterfly.

“You never look so beautiful then at the end of stirring battle. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes bright, your skin glistening,,,,”

He can’t help but reach out as she passes him on the bed, brushing the backs of his knuckles down the sinuous length of her tail. A self satisfied smirk wedges itself onto his face as her tail presses up to meet his touch.

“Perhaps its just the thrill of our near undead experience talking but, standing at your side through such darkness and despair- it only makes me want you more.”

Dotty hums her acknowledgment again, but he can see the way her mouth curls in a shy smile, and the tops of her cheeks flush violet at his words. Gods, what he wouldn’t give to gather her up into his lap and please her.

Instead he lets his hand drop back to his knee, fingers curling around the fabric of his trousers. “Unfortunately, this is neither the time or the place to indulge in such feelings.”

“Is it not? We’re as alone now as we’ve ever been.” Dotty drops her pack and instead comes to stand between his legs. Her lithe fingers sweep an errant piece of hair from his brow. “I don’t see why we couldnt,, indulge.”

Gales head bobs between his shoulders and a huff of laughter escape him. “I’d hope to make our first time together a bit more impressive then a quick tumble on a straw mattress. I want it to be special.” He reaches up, taking both of her hands in his. “To woo you properly. Well- as best I can given the circumstances.”

They’re calloused in unexpected places, littered with fine scars from her tinkering. He runs his thumbs over her fingers with single minded awe.

Dotty cocks her head to one side, eyes adorably round with surprise. “Really? Huh- most men cant wait for me to get my top off,,”

“Oh, I am quite intent on that as well, believe you me, but, a gentleman knows how to temper his excitement.” He says with a chuckle. “Not to mention my uncommonly high tolerance for delayed gratification.”

Dotty rolls her eyes, affectionately. Gale sits taller, scoots closer to the edge of the mattress. He brings her hands up to his lips.

“If you can be patient with me for a bit longer, I promise to deliver you night a passion beyond your wildest imaginings.”

It has to be special. He has to illustrate to her how important her affection for him, her companionship truly is. To settle for some evening romp might be easier, yes, but it would never convey the depth a breath of his feelings for her. He loves her. A thought he’s been more and more willingly to concede in recent days. Certainly it would do him no good to deny it, in a any case. Better to admit it. Despite the brevity of their time together, he loves her, and he’ll settle for no less then perfection when the time comes to covey that to her. He only hopes he has the time to bring his grand plans to fruition before, well, before divine circumstance make doing so impossible.

Dotty, in all her grace, grace he’s so undeserving of, smiles playfully down at him.

“Ooh that sounds exciting. I could be convinced to wait for a promise like that.”

Gale presses another swift kiss to the backs of her hands “A promise I fully intend to make good on. And soon.”

She giggles, rocking back on her heels before pulling away. The loss of contact feels like snuffing out a candle with your fingers. She goes back to her pack, producing a smaller velvet pouch from within. Then she reaches up and removes the small silver hoop from her nose.

When she hold her free hand out to Gale, he fixes her with a questioning look.

“You’re not going to sleep in your jewelry, are you?” Its less of a question and more of a statement of fact.

Gale considers her upturned palm for a moment before huffing through his nose in acquiescence, pulling the spoked wheel of arcana from his ear and setting it in her hand. There's something to the intimacy of the act that makes his chest hurt. Seeing their shared belongings clinking together as Dotty slips them into the velvet bag, stowing them away with her things for safe keeping. What would her skirts look like hanging in his closet? Her make up strewn across his vanity?

“I do hope this doesn’t mean you’re turning me out, though.” She says, drawing him back from his revere.

She's teasing, he can see it in the wrinkles around her nose but, there’s just the finest touch of worry laced within.

“Of course not.” Gale’s quick to assure her. “It would take nothing less than an act of divine intervention to prise you from my arms now that I have you.”

To emphasize the sincerity of the words he scoots back till his back is against the pillows, swinging his legs up on the mattress and opening arm wide for her.

“Come, the morning comes sooner then we think, but I want to take a moment to take you in.”

[a-fantastic-time]

Galactic Stowaway! (Open RP)

The hum of the ship's engines had long been a source for comfort for many space faring species. From cargo shipments, to military vassals, to cruise liners, to the lowly transport ship. All methods of transport had one common problem. Stowaways. People trying to jump ship, jump planet, or simply wanting to avoid authorities, it was not exactly uncommon to find someone, or something attempting to sneak aboard inside supplies or even small spaces between machinery.

After having left the closest trading station this side of the edge of known space, [your muse/muses had heard a small amount of ruckus near the ship's maintenance hatch. At first you might have attributed to simply parts moving, or maybe a bit of turbulance, but after a particular harsh bump. The distinct sound of a voice cursing was heard. The hatch hissed open, and out fell a rather unique creature indeed.

Standing at just under three feet, a small furred creature hit the floor, only to skitter back up on its two pawed legs. Her face completely covered by a hood, and only two slanted glowing eyes could be made out, a pair of glowing blue horns coming from her head, and a long shimmering white tail ending in crackling blue energy. "Wait!! " She raises her cute tiny hands. "Xixy can explain......Xixy....is....lost?" She spoke in the third person and shrugged, as if to see if this would justify her unwarranted entry on the ship.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello!

I wanted to make a dogday x cheetah smilling critter reader

Reader is basically the fusion of hoppy and kickin chicken

They're very curious, adventurous and energetic always looking for action or adventure around the factory and sometimes even bringing kids along with them which sometimes would always lead to reader getting scolded by both dogday and some of the workers because of the dangerous situations reader puts the kids into

And one day after reader comes back from one of their adventures to talk with dogday, he finds out that reader had injured her arm and tail from falling from somewhere and also bringing a child they took with them that had a small scratch on its cheek

Oops! This is way longer then I expected sorry ^^"

(Texas) Hold Em’ Please

Note || ooh this is such a neat idea, hope this was okay <3

WC || 1,005

More often than not, you would go searching for new adventures in the factory. You simply couldn’t be tied down to one singular floor or location, you wanted to feel freedom and the excitement of being able to search for things; even if you’d already seen it before. It was quite pleasant to do so anyway.

Though, this had led to multiple scoldings from DogDay and a few of the employees, as you had a habit of bringing the children along with you when they insist on it multiple times. You couldn’t help it! You certainly couldn’t turn down the children’s pleas either. Why would you be the one to restrict them from a possible adventure of fun? So you had always said yes every time they had asked. 

You try as you might to protect them from the possibilities of any bruises or actual injuries, as you know that will lead to real scoldings you were sure you didn’t want to be faced with in any case. Sometimes, there were bruises involved but you always had great solutions and remedies to fix them right up. It was a fortunate thing indeed that there hadn’t been any incidents of injuries before. The children getting hurt was the last thing you wanted anyway.

You just didn’t take into account it would one day truly be you in that position.

This was a recurring setup, it was everyday during work hours you had gone outside regulations and went along on one of your adventures. For someone like you, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to do so, you had always done this. But the sunny dog was beginning to get worried, you were taking longer than normal to return to Playcare, to their spot. You weren’t back just yet, and so many thoughts swam through DogDay’s mind.

“DogDay?..”

He didn’t respond, the onslaught of thoughts, still capturing his self-attention continuously. The figure snapped their fingers against his ears once more, trying to get him back to reality. 

“DOGDAY!” He snapped out of his incessant thoughts to find that Hoppy had been the one to snap the leader out of his mind-chamber. DogDay blinked for a few moments, white pupils flickering in and out. He shook his head and turned to Hoppy, wondering why she was making time to converse with him right now.

“Hoppy, what is it?” DogDay inquired, tilting his head as he awaited her reply. She groaned with a huff escaping her as she put a paw on her hip. She seemed to be consumed in thought as to how she would go about saying what she needed to, “SO… uh, our particularly adventurous friend got back from a recent one.”

Hoppy jabbed a thumb right behind her, throwing up her other hand to do so. “You really ought to be the one to look at this.” DogDay began to get worried upon hearing the words of his friend, sometimes at most you brought a sense of unease with how often you had brought about your adventures both privately and publicly with few of the children. But what has happened now? Something bad no doubt, he must hurry.

He then nodded, then stood to his feet. “Thank you, I’ll go right away-” He then turned to the group of children that accompanied him, looking on in confusion. “Could you?..” DogDay trailed off, gesturing to the children. Hoppy nodded with an exasperated sigh, urging him to go and check on you.

DogDay scuttled away, waving at Hoppy before he had disappeared out of view. “You're the best, Hoppy!” He smiled at her then continued onward.

It didn’t take long for DogDay to find you, seeing as how he was informed that you were in the infirmary being checked on by a medical professional. Now it didn’t take long either for it to register this was a more major situation, you were hurt. He looked around to see another body in the Med Bay, the building was buoyant, yet so empty. 

A child?

A whimper snapped him out of his shock, you noticed that DogDay had arrived. “Hey.” You grin tired, the vocal pronunciation prolonged as you appeased in embarrassment before DogDay. He wasn’t sure what to say, out of the shadow of the fear raging within his heart that he might make the situation even worse than it needed to be.

“Angel,” He began, “What happened?” DogDay walked over to you, seeing as how the nurse had finally taken her leave. 

“I, I uh…” You stutter, burning in embarrassment. “I injured my arm and tail, and..” Your head snaps to where the child was resting, actually taking a nap after his cheek had been tended to. “He got a scratch on his cheek.”

DogDay’s shoulders deflated in relief, seeing the situation wasn’t as terrible as he had made it out to be. Suddenly, he had hugged you, causing you to choke out in surprise. 

“DogDay?”

“I’m just glad you two are okay.” His voice carried a warmth as if he had lived a long time, though it wasn’t the truth it had simply felt as if it was that way. DogDay laxed in his hold, pulling back so you could regain personal space. “All that there was to it, then there was no reason for me to worry that much.”

You were almost stunned, used to the scoldings you normally would get. This wasn’t one, not at all. DogDay was actually genuine with his words, you weren’t sure of what to say in return. DogDay couldn’t help but chuckle at your inability to speak, “NO, worries… okay? I just, I really don’t want to see you or any of the children hurt.”

“But, what had happened in the first place for you to end up here?” DogDay questions, head tilted and one ear raised. Typical dog-like behavior resides within your friend, a small laugh escapes you at the thought. You shrug your shoulders as you return in reply with words of your own.

“We fell.”

“...”

“What?”

[xanderomeister]

MY TOP 10 CATS LIST

* this is an assortment, not a ranking; I don't like being forced to pick favourites

Relevant: animals, monster hunter, red dwarf, delicious in dungeon, heartstopper

Cats chosen for various, sometimes drastically different, reasons. This is like, a really stupid list to make, admitedly.

1. Izutsumi

Comment: She is a cat, and not happy about it. Izutsumi has some really funny panels/shots, although there are more serious narrative aspects to her character too, among others the nature of her soul and mind as a werebeast. Props to Ryōko Kui for cooking up some really interesting worldbuilding concepts in Dunmeshi in general.

2. Jaguar

Comment: The muscly, meaty jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.... Honestly just a really cool cat in vibes. They are also really adaptable, and it shows in the range of places they inhabited historically, not just presently. Also possibly hoping for reintroductions in the US. I really like wildcats in general, but jaguars really strike me among big cats.

3. Charlie Spring

Comment: Reportedly catlike, has meowed at least once. Not the main thing that strikes me about him though. I think he is a well realised and compelling character in the comic and series. Admitedly he is not the most relatable in his experiences, but he is far from unlikeable. Charlie and Nick are also a really sweet couple.

4. Xenosmilus hodsonae (no common name)

Comment: The maddest (real) cat. This is one of the sabretoothed cats found in North America during the Pleistocene, alongside the famous Smilodon and Homotherium. Unlike these two, Xenosmilus is seemingly limited in distrubution, only known insofar from Florida iirc. It had insane teeth; the huge incisors stand out especially. It was also very heavily built among cats, and likely used its paws to wrestle down prey. Gnarly beast, love it.

5. Barioth

Comment: 90 screeching tons of cat-shaped wyvern. It has a lot of really weird details and cool design influences which I really like. Barioth is a very good fight imo, or at least one with considerable potential. It's also got a sick title for its BGM track: the Subzero White Knight. Overall, one of my favourite monsters in the whole of Monster Hunter.

6. Cat

Comment: A cat 3 million years in the making. My favourite Red Dwarf character, with Lister coming at a close second. I especially like his portrayal in the first two seasons. He just roams about yowling and doing all sorts of random bullshit. Basically, the worst parts of a cat in human form (though, he is a LITERAL cat by descent so... he's a cat.)

6. Flat headed cat

Comment: I found out about this little freak this year, and I love it. Shoutout to the other Prionailurus cats, who tend to look less weird overall. Interestingly it is semiaquatic and eats fish. For further clarification, this is indeed an adult cat shown here; they are one of the smallest species out there.

8. Pete

Comment: The least "catlike" cat. I assumed he was like a bulldog or something when I was little, but cat does make sense (yknow, cat and mouse, with one towering over the other). I like how ugly, clumsy and brutish he is, but at the same time amusingly pathetic in some situations. I have only fairly recently begun looking into Mickey Mouse shorts; I mostly grew up with Donald Duck comics.

9. Jones

Comment: The only other cat on this list in space. He is one of the few pleasant things in Alien, as the film is quite grisly otherwise. Fortunately, he is safe. I really don't have much to say about him given his fairly small role beyond a few jumpscare antics. I moreso just like Alien because it is such a multilayered and interesting film.

10. Eurasian lnx

Comment: My country's only wildcat. Lynx are pretty peculiar looking with their ear tufts, bobtail and long legs. They aren't huge among cats as a whole, but their size is still distinctive. At the same time they are normal in a sense because of their widespreadness. Btw they climb, which is something I remember every now and again and become amazed at.

HONORABLE MENTION: Felynes

Forgot about these guys as a whole, somehow, but I like them. They are a very distinct part of Monster Hunter, and pretty charming overall. Also not able to embed more images, sadly.

[sparrowrye]

Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 9

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous Part

Part 9: playing mind games

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I started noticing books being left on the ottoman at the base of my bed. Their old covers and texture of the pages told me of their age. I didn't know what any of them were about unless I read them. I knew it was Alastor's doing, though. I kept them by the window and didn't touch them.

I sat out on the porch with Husker again. This time I shared with him what happened in the library. His grumpy face didn't change and he often let out an exasperated sigh over Alastor’s behavior. It felt nice to complain about him to someone. Husker somehow managed to coax me into talking about the big fight.

"I thought you said your powers were dampened up here," I finished.

"They are. But I also told you that Al is different."

"Why?"

He shrugged and took another sip. "Beats me. And I don't really care to find out either."

"What...do you think it would be...easier for me to practice my powers in Hell?" I asked slowly.

His sharp pupil looked at me sideways. "I don't think that's really a place you'd want to explore."

"I didn't say explore. But it might be easier for me to unravel my curse if a Demon's powers are stronger in Hell."

"That's something you'd have to ask Al, about." He leaned his face on his paw.

"The answer is no." Both of us jumped when the Radio Demon appeared by the door. "A curse is a curse and it's just as hard to unravel no matter where you are."

I sighed and leaned back in the chair. I stared off into the white landscape as Husker and Alastor talked about something else. It didn't make sense what he had said. How could it not be easier to unravel a curse? It would make my magic easier to handle and learn from, which would in turn make it easy to unravel it. So why not?

I thought back to my meetings with Rosie. She would always make a comment about the progress I was making. When she would ask me to do something with magic, it took minimal effort compared to when I used it in the house. Did Alastor have some kind of magic constraint on the house to keep me from using too much? Or to keep Husker in check? I had seen them disagree before.

Or—

My eyes widened. I slowly turned my head to look at the two of them bickering. Husker noticed first and went quiet. Alastor uncomfortably turned his head first, then his shoulders followed.

"Is..." My claws dug into the wood of the chair's armrest. "Is Rosie's place...in Hell?"

Husker's eyes snapped up to look at Alastor. His lips parted into a toothy smile. "Of course it is darling. Where else did you think it was?" I couldn't tell if he was angry at me. He always sounded so condescending so it was hard to tell the difference.

"I don't know. I just...didn't know."

"Indeed, she resides in Hell as Cannibal Town's prestige Overlord."

"Cannibal Town?"

He chuckled. "What did you think all their pointy teeth were for, darling?"

I leaned away from him despite the distance already. I couldn't help but stare at his own sharp teeth. There was always something he was neglecting to tell me.

"It's why we always visit Rosie at night and why we always use the back door. Hell isn't exactly the safest for you."

"It would have been nice to have known, though."

"There are some things you don't need to know." There it was again with the condescending tone. I felt like a child being lectured by a parent. "But this you do," he leaned down toward me, "You are not to leave her estate without me. Wouldn't want you getting into the hands of any cannibals, or worse."

"Worse what?"

He straightened up and placed his cane down. "My dear, you are not yet ready for Hell. You have still a long way to go. Speaking of which, I do think it's time for another lesson, don't you think?"

I squeezed my hands tightly together. "Do all your lessons use fear and pain?"

"That all depends on you, darling. Come along." He went into the house, leaving the door open for me to follow. I let out a huge sigh and gently hit my head on the back of my chair.

I dropped my human appearance and walked inside, leaving Husker to his whiskey bottle. I found Alastor waiting in the library, his claws drumming his cane impatiently.

He can't get mad at me for using self defense, right?

The doors all slammed behind me and the curtains were drawn. "Conjure light." To my relief, I could still make out everything in the room. I focused on my palms and conjured light from my hands. "Give shape to it."

I hesitated. Then I cupped my hands together and imagined rolling up a snowball. I took my hand away to reveal a sphere of light.

"Excellent." He appeared directly in front of me and lifted the sphere from my hands. "Now, I want you to snuff it out."

"How?"

"Use your imagination dear." He looked near the window at a sharp shadow cutting through the wood. He wanted me to control the shadows.

I looked around at all the other sharp lines from the single light he held. How did I move shadows? I only ever saw him disappear into them. And how did I get them up to the light?

I tried moving the single shadow from a chair's leg. I saw it shaking at first. Eventually I managed to pull it towards me along the floor. I was practically reeling it in with my hands. It felt heavy. I lifted it up Alastor's leg and to his arm where it promptly disappeared.

"Let's try something more simpler," he said. He lifted his cane and the room was plunged into utter darkness again. His face was illuminated in a nightmarish way from the sphere he still held. "This should be easier. Try again."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I looked around at the darkness as I struggled to think. He and Husker always used their hands when they were casting. So I opened my claws and imagined the darkness infecting and surrounding the little ball of light.

The light disappeared.

"Well done." Alastor appeared beside me as did the sunlight. "You seem to have a good grasp on shadow work.” He walked behind me to the other side. "You must really be in touch with your Demon side. Good job." With his condescending comment, he slipped into the shadows and back upstairs.

I looked down at my black claws.

****

I met with Rosie again a week later.

"My my, you've made even more progress," she marveled at the touch of our hands. "I'm so impressed. You must be practicing a lot."

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. I had just gotten comfortable with her before Alastor revealed who she really was to me. I couldn't stop staring at her teeth.

"Well, let's not linger any longer. Let's get right into it." She held my hands and I grudgingly closed my eyes. Would today reveal anything more than just more memories?

We started a trip down my teenage-hood when Striker owned me. He was the roughest when it came to discipline. He always grabbed my hair, held me right up to his face, and whipped his tail at me. He hated my snide comments.

We continued through the years. She asked me to focus on the faces in the crowd above me and those in cages beside me. There were faces in the cages that I recognized, many of whom were now long dead, but the crowd was never recognizable. Until one face stood out.

Husker.

His red wings caught my attention real fast. I could see him pushing through the crowd collecting bets and dishing money out. He wore his usual grumpy face but he wore a long jacket of some kind. I felt hot anger in my arms but my opponent slammed me into the ground. I finished the memory exiting the ring and walking onto a cobbled street. I looked around, utterly confused.

"What do you see?" Rosie asked.

"A town. I'm...wait...I'm in Tidebring."

"Where's that?"

"It's on a beach of the fishing district. It was where I first escaped."

"Tell me what you see."

"I see people walking. All people I don't recognize. And I see children. Their parents are holding their hands and moving quickly. It's almost sunset."

"Good. What happens at sunset?"

"It's more dangerous. Things come out of the ocean and..." I turned around to find myself in Ultopa. It was the city Striker found me. "I'm...I'm...not safe."

"What is it darling?"

"This isn't...They legalized ring fights here." I started spinning in circles. "There's no one on the streets. He's...he's going to find me."

"This is a memory, darling. Don't let the fear get to you."

"He's looking for me. He...he wants me back. He wants...he likes to play tricks." I found myself walking further down the street. I suddenly spotted the orphan boy I had saved in the alley. He was hugging a woman in the doorway. "This isn't...this isn't how I remember this."

"Darling, I need you to pull out of the memory."

"This isn't a memory." I looked intently at the boy. He was smiling and rubbing his face in his mother's skirt. Rosie was saying something else but I couldn't hear. He opened his eyes and waved to me. I waved back. When he smiled his face got really big and he laughed, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

I spun around right as Striker lunged at me. My head slammed into the concrete and his claws tightened around my throat. I could hear Rosie yelling but I was too focused on Striker's teeth near my nose.

I tried pushing him off with my legs but he wouldn't budge. He laughed loudly in my ear and ran his tongue along my neck. My blood ran cold. My struggling turned frantic. I couldn't breathe. He was too heavy.

"You're mine, oh you're mine." His voice didn't match. It wasn't his.

Cold water slammed into my face. I sucked in air and water, rolling over to cough it up. I dug my claws into the wet carpet as I hacked up more water. I could still see his face but I could feel that I was in Rosie's store.

I frantically shook my head and blinked several times. I couldn't get his smiling face out. I began clawing at my eyes but something cold grabbed my wrists and pinned them against a wall. They were glued there. When I couldn't move them I brought my face to them, desperately trying to get his face to go away.

Rosie was frantic as she tried to tell me to stop. "Get him out! Get him out!" I yelled. I dragged my face along the carpet but he wouldn't leave. His smile only grew bigger and closer. I could feel his tongue still on my neck. "Get him out!"

I could sense Rosie wasn't near me anymore, which made me panic even more. I started slamming my head into the wall, repeating the same words over and over. I tried smelling for anything but all my senses were blocked. I was floating in nothingness.

Someone grabbed my chin and pulled it up. Another hand covered my eyes and dragged it across my face. I furiously blinked and the image of Striker faded. His yellow eyes were replaced by red ones and I soon found myself staring up Alastor.

My breathing slowed as I realize I was back. Alastor gently let go of my face and I fell down on my elbows. I slowly looked around at the small, pale room. Rosie stood behind me with a hand on my back. I let out a sigh.

"Welcome back, sweetie," she said softly.

"What..." I swallowed with a dry throat. "What happened?"

"Someone got in your mind," she answered.

"What?"

Alastor stood up from his kneeled position and started looking around. Rosie went to my hands and took the old handcuffs off. I hadn't noticed the random white bar that ran along all of her walls. Was it a decoration style?

I sat up and pushed my wet hair out of my eyes. I started shivering and Rosie was quick to put a blanket over my shoulders. I could still see a faint outline of Striker's face still.

Alastor walked back over. "There was air magic involved."

"I'll have my boys clean all the vents," Rosie declared. She kept rubbing her hand in circles on my back. All I could do was stare at the floor and tremble. "It might be wise for me to visit you next time. She'll need to learn how to use mind magic before she can come back here."

"I think you're quite right, Rosie." He stood next to my cowering figure. "Thank you for saving her." He attempted to pick me up but I panicked and practically jumped over Rosie.

"I—I—I can—I can walk. I'm fine!" I yelled. Rosie looked between the two of us.

"Then let me at least help you, darling." He held out a clawed hand. Still shivering, I slowly accepted the gesture. He carefully lifted me up from under my arm and let Rosie wrap the blanket around my shoulders again.

"I'm sorry it even happened, Alastor. I didn't notice anything different."

"It's no worries," he reassured her, "It might've been too small for you to detect. We'll arrange for you to visit us soon."

"Of course. You may leave in here. I'll need to scrap this place clean again."

Alastor simply nodded before wrapping an arm around me. I felt uneasy and grabbed onto his arm when the ground fell away. We came back to the moon's blue light reflecting off the snow. The cold grabbed at my wet body and my shivering worsened.

The world went dark a moment before I found myself in front of the fire. I knelt down and pulled the blanket tighter. I stared into the fire, not yet feeling it's sweet warmth. I watched the flames wave back and forth.

I flinched when Alastor touched my chin. He still had a smile on his face but he wasn't showing any teeth. He knelt in front of me and carefully touched my chin again. He used his other hand to run his fingers along my face. It wasn't until he touched a wound that I realized my face was covered in them. It had been from my own doing.

They stung every time he touched them. I closed my eyes and braced myself every time I felt his fingers on my skin. My claws punctured holes in the blanket from holding it so tight. I didn't like how gentle he was being. It was uncharacteristic of him.

He eventually moved down to the sides of my neck. If I wasn't tense before, I was now. His claws occasionally brushed against my skin but it was mostly his fingers running across the bleeding cuts.

Then his hands froze. I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at my neck. He ran his finger along a certain path on my skin.

"What is it?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"You have a rash here. Nothing to worry about." He pressed his palm against the spot and it tingled as his magic worked. I could see the glow of green outlining his figure again. He then touched the remaining wounds and stood up. "Nifty," he called. She appeared a second later excitedly. "Draw a bath for her." She crawled quickly up the stairs.

"What happened to me?" I asked. I was still crouched by the fire and soaking wet.

"Someone got into your head with mind magic." His cane appeared in his hands and he suddenly looked much taller. He looked out the window. "And I know exactly who it was."

"Who?" I coughed up more water. My lungs burned with every breath I took.

He finally turned to look at me. His smile widened but not enough to show teeth. "No one you should concern yourself with, darling. I'll handle it." He held out his hand, helping me to my feet.

The world went dark and my body felt like it was in water again. A moment later I was standing in my bedroom. Alastor let go of my hand as Niffty walked out of my bathroom. "It's all done!"

"Excellent." He turned to me and panic ran through me. "Perhaps you'll ensure that she's well on her own, Niffty?" My shoulders dropped with relief.

"Of course, sir!" she saluted him with the wrong hand.

"You have nothing to worry about tonight, dear," he told me, "You're safe in this house. Husker will be up shortly to watch over you."

"Where are you going?"

He took a step away and half bowed his head. "I have someone to speak to on this account. To ensure they don't try this little trick ever again." With that, he faded into the shadows.

The hot bath water was instantly soothing. Everything in me slowly began relaxing until I could move my limbs properly again. The relief brought tears to my eyes as I sank lower into the warm water. I kept my eyes on the faucet because closing them made me see Striker's face again.

I wasn't so sure I would be able to sleep tonight.

[gingiesworld]

Family Ties (2/?)

Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @natashasilverfox @the-ox-fan20 @purpleturtletragedy

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N looked up at the night sky, her father stood beside her with his hand resting on her shoulder. Explaining her whole existence and the clan.

"Once you turn, it will hurt at first but the more you do it, the easier it gets." He told her as he knelt down before her. "Now close your eyes and breathe." He told her, smiling as she followed his every word. "Deep breaths and feel the change." He stepped back as soon as he heard bones starting to crack and crunch. He smiled as he watched her turn for the first time.

Soon he stood before a white wolf before he turned himself. Gesturing for her to follow him into the woods. Y/N had felt free for the first time, the wind running through her fur as she ran at a high speed. The feeling of the earth beneath the pads of her paws. The way her claws would dig in the soft dirt with every step. Soon the two stood on a ledge, looking out at the horizon as the moon shone brightly.

Nat had remained in her seat, reading more information on what they had retrieved from Hydra. Seeing that the girl who lay unconscious was indeed a part of an experiment. Just as she started to read over Y/N's blood work from Hydra, Y/N had started to wake. Jumping up as she never recognised the room.

"Hey." Nat spoke softly as Y/N looked at her. "It's ok. You're safe now." She told her as she approached with her hands in front of her. "I'm Natasha Romanoff."

"Y/N Selene." She muttered as she was backed into a corner. "Please don't hurt me." She whimpered as Nat knelt before her with a tender smile on her face.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Nat told her tenderly. "I just want to help you."

"I don't want to go back there." Y/N whispered as Nat shook her head.

"You won't ever go back there. Never again." She told her firmly. "Let me help you back on the bed." Nat held out a hand which Y/N hesitantly took, sitting on the bed before Wanda came bursting inside.

"Hi, I'm Wanda." She greeted as she placed the folded clothes down. "Nat gave me these when I first arrived here before she took me shopping. Her taste isn't really for me but maybe you can use them until then."

"Thank you." Y/N smiled at her gratefully before she turned to Nat.

"Wanda is another member of the team here, whenever you're ready you can meet the rest." Nat told her softly as Wanda observed the two.

"I think maybe leave it for now." Y/N told her. "I just, I don't know how much you guys know about me."

"We know that you are a werewolf." Nat told her as she took a seat. Wanda made sure to lock the door to stop any unexpected guests from entering the room. "And your family has been looking for you, going back over a decade."

"I was 12 when they took me." Y/N informed her. "I have been with them for years and they wanted to learn about us, my clan and what we can do."

"It's ok, no one is going to expect anything of you here." Wanda told her. "We understand how awful Hydra can be, I was an experiment at the Sokovia base." Wanda leaned on the wall. "Well, I volunteered thinking that they would help our country, stop the war that was going on at the time."

"Bottom line is that Hydra is the enemy." Nat stated as she cut off Wanda, seeing how Y/N looked at her curiously. "But here, the Avengers will help you, we can help you train and get adjusted to the real world and maybe find your family."

"You can't be serious?!" Tony yelled. "She needs to be locked up!"

"She doesn't." Steve started.

"She is a werewolf. What do we even know about them? Are they unpredictable? Dangerous? Deadly?" Tony cut him off.

"Hey! Just cut her some slack." Bucky told him. "I was Hydra's weapon for decades. Wanda too. Nat was with the Red Room and a double agent. We all proved trustworthy and weren't thrown in a cell. Let's just give her a chance."

"Maybe the girls can start with her?" Clint suggested. "She might be more comfortable opening up to Nat and Wanda."

"Where are the girls?" Steve questioned.

"They are both with the patient." Vision informed them.

"That's good." Steve nodded.

"Nat stayed with her all night." Bruce stated as Tony scoffed as he walked away.

"Then it is settled, we will leave her in the hands of Nat and Wanda. Besides, they're scary enough that none of us will even question it." Steve stated as everyone agreed. Only Tony went straight to Bruce's lab to steal the blood work to do some research of his own, even using the intel he had retrieved from the base.

Wanda was showing Y/N her powers, lifting some objects up and making them float around the room.

"That's so cool." Y/N smiled as she watched the red magic dance around Wanda's fingertips.

"I've not long learned how to control it." Wanda told her. "Nat and Steve helped me a lot."

"I don't want to change." Y/N confessed as the two girls gazed at her. "They made me change every day, multiple times a day." She started to play with her fingers. "They drugged me, aconitine."

"Wolfsbane." Nat stated as Y/N nodded.

"I used to love changing before they captured me. It was freeing back then but then they wanted me to do it all the time." Y/N told them. "But now, I hate it. You would think it would be easier, less painful but it just, the aconitine was making everything hurt worse than it should."

"What happens when you change?" Nat questioned softly as Y/N wiped her eyes.

"My bones break and morph into a canine skeleton." Y/N told her. "It can be painful but with aconitine, it makes it so much worse."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Nat spoke tenderly. "But we wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to." Nat noticed that Steve was standing outside, gesturing for her to talk. "I'll be back in a moment." Both Wanda and Y/N watched as she left the room, closing the door behind her. "What is it Steve?"

"Tony is stating that she needs to be put in a cell." Steve told her.

"Y/N is not going in a cell." She snarled as Steve raised his hands before him.

"We all went against him, but he won't give her a room." Steve told her.

"She can bunk with me." She shrugged as Steve smiled at her.

"You really have taken to her haven't you?" He questioned.

"She is just like the rest of us." Nat told him. "She has been through a lot and we need to help her like we helped each other."

"We will help her." Steve told her. "Tony is the only one we need to worry about."

"She won't turn." Nat told him. "Something they forced her to do everyday in Hydra."

"Well, she is safe here." He told her.

"What if we help her find her family?" Nat asked him as he folded his arms.

"I don't think Tony would allow us." He told her.

"We can maybe ask Fury or Maria for help." She suggested. "We don't always have to go through Stark."

"You're right." He nodded. "I'll arrange a meeting with Fury." He started to walk away. "What's her name?"

"Y/N Selene." She told him before turning back and re-entering the room.

"That was about me wasn't it?" Y/N asked as both she and Wanda watched her approach.

"It was." Nat nodded. "You're going to be bunking with me for the time being, and we are going to try and help find your family."

"Thank you." Y/N whispered as Nat gave her a small smile before she picked up the files.

"Well, I think we should have a movie night." Wanda clapped excitedly before she went on to talk about possible options.

"Don't worry, it's just that you are the closest to her in age and I think it's something that she needs." Nat whispered as the two watched Wanda with amused smiles.

"Well, I could do with a friend here too." Y/N replied as Nat smiled wider as she nodded.

The night went as expected, the three girls had moved into Nat's room as Wanda brought all of the snacks. Y/N just looked at the bed and the floor.

"You can sleep in the bed with me." Nat told her softly. "I don't mind sharing, hell I had Wanda come in here in the middle of the night when she first moved here."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Y/N whispered in a small voice.

"You won't make me uncomfortable." Nat told her. "Now get comfy." She watched as Y/N hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed. Reluctant to move further up the bed as though it would hurt her.

"I haven't slept in a bed in over a decade." Y/N told her. "Well, that's how long I think it is." Y/N turned to her. "I guess when you're strung up like a rabid animal, your perception of time becomes non-existent."

"You won't ever have to go through that again Y/N." Nat told her as she sat beside her. "I promise you." Nat opened her arms slightly. "Can I hug you?" Y/N only nodded as she melted into Nat's embrace. Little did they know that in that moment, they had become tethored. Destined to be one.

"So you want to use SHIELD resources to look for these people?" Fury questioned. "Why not just use what you have at the tower?"

"I can't trust that Tony jeopardizes our search." Steve told him before explaining the whole situation.

"I can understand how he feels." Fury told him.

"We didn't lock Wanda up when she joined, or Bucky." Steve reminded him. "And the two of them actually tried to kill a majority of us when they worked with Hydra."

"That isn't the point, Y/N is a werewolf." Fury stated.

"Wanda is a witch and Bucky is a super soldier." Steve countered.

"Ok." Fury sighed as he rubbed his brow. "Make sure she isn't a danger to herself or any of you."

"Nat and Wanda are with her, helping her settle in." Steve informed him. "I figured it would be easier on Y/N."

"Good, I'll have Maria do the search and she will contact either you or Romanoff directly." Fury told him. "Until then, try and get her on a training schedule too, just in case we don't find her family, she could be an asset to the team." He waved Steve out the door which Steve thanked him before leaving the base.

[ninthcircleofprythian]

A Pocketful of -- Ragweed?

My contribution to Azris week - I fully intended on just enjoying everyone's talent and being the casual observer. But this idea latched on and wouldn't let go. I know this could technically be slice of life theme but I think it qualifies as contact too. So enjoy this tiny snippet. Special dedication to @chairofchaos for being the best brainstorming buddy and my biggest fangirl.

Warnings - Nothing but fluff, also uneditied in any way, shape or form. We die like men.

The sound of the tea kettle stirred Azriel from his quiet morning reverie. With a quick flip of his wrist he folded the newspaper he had been reading and laid it down, the reading glasses perched on his nose quickly followed. He moved gracefully through the kitchen, tucking his wings as he rounded the island, following the familiar path he did every morning. Every morning the same routine. 

Right on schedule, the sound of the front door latch and a flurry of paws echoed down the hallway. Az was quickly greeted with cold noses pressed against his still bare thigh and wagging tails whipping through the air. His shadows swirled themselves in a frenzy between the excited appendages. Bringing one hand down to their level, he gently patted each of the hound’s heads in turn while he poured the two steaming mugs of tea. Every morning the same dance. 

Settling the kettle back upon the stove, Azriel’s hand popped a slice of bacon from the plate next to him, breaking it into small pieces. 

“Don’t tell,” he whispered, bending down to hound height. The tails of the hounds whipped even faster, knowing what was coming. Every morning the same treats. 

“Stop feeding them bacon,” came the snide remark from the hall. Az just laughed. 

Appearing in the doorway, Eris glared. “They are highly trained animals and you are spoiling them.”

“Mmm, yes,” Az smiled into the face of the nearest hound who was licking the grease from his fingers. “Highly trained indeed.” It was just last night that they were piled into the bed between them, stealing all the covers. At Eris’ request of course. 

“Still not dressed I see,” Eris commented cooly on his mate’s attire. Brief shorts and white undershirt. Every morning the same banter. 

“Good morning to you too, my love.” Azriel winded his legs through the mass of hound bodies with ease, reaching his mate for a kiss. 

Eris’ hand slid up to meet Azriel’s cheek as their lips met in tender reunion. Even just an hour apart left him longing for this warm brush of skin against his own. Every morning the same touches. 

Taking note of Eris’ other hand, Az nodded. “What’s this?” This was a change. Something different.

Pulling the hand from behind his hip, Eris brought out the hidden treasure. A bundle of plants with the occasional flower. “For you,” he handed the bundle over, his face just as neutral as usual. 

Azriel grasped it from him gently, staring down at the gift in silence. Some of the sprigs were drooping, others snapped off their mother plant in haste and showed the damage. “Thank you, my love. It’s -,” Az began slowly.

“I know it’s not pretty,” Eris threw out hastily before softening his gaze. “But it’s you. That’s why I picked it.”

Az’s quirked brow in silence was his only reply. 

“This one here,” Eris started as he dropped his gaze to the bouquet between them, his finger trailing along the petals of one of the only flowers. “It reminded me of your eyes.” The flower was golden in color, bleeding into light green at the center. 

“And this one,” his voice dropped into a smooth register, pointing out a still tightly closed bud. “Smelled like night rain.”

Pointing again to another sprig, this time a length of fern, Eris continued. “This one reminded me of your shadows when it moved in the wind.”

Azriel felt a small shudder race down his spine as he watched those long elegant fingers slipping deftly between each plant. It reminded him of how those same fingers traced along the path of his scars in the quiet of night.

“And here,” he went on. “This one hung from the vine just like that lock of hair that always falls across your forehead.” Eris brought his look back to his mate’s face in confirmation. Sure enough, that lock was hanging low, dragging against Az’s brow. With a gentle push of his fingertips, Eris swept that lock back into place only for it to fall once again. A bright smile lit up his face.

Neither of them were staring at the bouquet any longer but Eris continued. “And this,” his hand brushed against a fiery autumn red leaf. “When it fell in my path it brushed against my cheek ever so gently.”

Azriel could feel himself holding his breath as his mate’s eyes seared into his own as Eris finished, “And if felt just like the touch of your hand.” With his words, Eris drew his hand down the side of Az’s face, knuckles dragging feather light over his cheek. 

Along with the breath that rushed from him another shudder claimed Az’s body, this time reaching his wings with a tremble. “It’s beautiful, Eris.”

His smile only brightened further. “I know. That’s what I said.”

Every morning the same and yet Azriel could still be surprised. Leaning down slightly he claimed another kiss, this time less than tender. 

As Eris pulled away, the ghost of that bright smile still lingered upon his face. “You’re over steeping the tea, love,” he quipped before turning to grab a vase from the cabinet. 

Az could only laugh as he turned back to the stove, grabbing the mugs to return to the table. 

Every morning the same and yet his mate still snarky as ever. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Autumn Court divider designed by @tsunami-of-tears can be found here .

@chunkypossum @the-darkestminds (I know this isn't the Azris fic I mentioned but I figured you would want the tag anyway)

[em-prentiss]

Persuasion

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“Oh, look at you,” Emily coos. Casually, in her three inch heels, she crouches down and smiles at the black and brown spotted calico. There’s color around each of its eyes; orange surrounding the left, black surrounding the right. She holds out one hand, her other gripped around the edge of the bench to keep herself steady.

The cat stops its kneading and approaches Emily’s extended hand, sniffing the air apprehensively as Aaron sighs behind her, blowing out a low, “Emily,” that makes her lips twitch.

Or, Emily finds a stray cat. She wants to take it home; Aaron does not.

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A carefree laugh intertwines with the warm air, rising to the stars as Aaron and Emily walk down the path of a well-lit park. Their fingers are linked, their smiles easy and two dimples in each of their cheeks, drunk on each other’s company as if it were their first time.

Emily’s heart beats contentedly with Aaron’s hand in hers, his gun-calloused fingertips on her knuckles and their wrists pressed together, their pulses separated by thin, delicate skin. She squeezes his hand tighter to stop herself from twirling around, her lungs filled with bubbly air, her veins rushing with sparkling gold dust. She feels like a teenager, sickeningly in love, and yes, she could blame it on the fact that it’d been months since they had time for a date, but the everlasting truth is that she’d always felt this way.

Life with three boys—one a toddler—is unsurprisingly chaotic, and though Emily is nothing but grateful for the family she thought she’d never have, the escape with her husband is blissful if a little nostalgic, pulling her back to the days when they’d gotten an escape a little easier.

Just a little.

After a slow dinner, warm conversation, and of course, ice cream, she feels full; full on food, full on love. And, when she spots a cat, full of briefly childish wonder.

“Aaron,” her eyes widen as she squeezes his fingers, bringing him to a stop. She grins. “Look.”

Letting go of his hand, Emily walks over to the park bench behind him, the lamplight shining down on it throwing the gravel under it in shadow. If not for the cat’s moving paws as it kneads the floor, she’d never have seen it.

“Oh, look at you,” Emily coos. Casually, in her three inch heels, she crouches down and smiles at the black and brown spotted calico. There’s color around each of its eyes; orange surrounding the left, black surrounding the right. She holds out one hand, her other gripped around the edge of the bench to keep herself steady.

The cat stops its kneading and approaches Emily’s extended hand, sniffing the air apprehensively as Aaron sighs behind her, blowing out a low, “Emily,” that makes her lips twitch.

Light puffs of air hit Emily’s skin as the cat noses cautiously around her fingers. When it’s satisfied with its inspection, it butts its head into her palm, low purrs buzzing through Emily’s skin as she scratches behind its ears. Grinning, she smooths the fur with her fingers. “You’re so cute,” she murmurs to the cat as it slinks out from beneath the bench to rub against her ankles. “Just don’t tell Serg I said that.”

“I have him on speed dial,” Aaron says dryly. Without looking back she knows he’s got his hands on his hips, an exasperated look on his face as he shakes his head. “I’ll let him know of the atrocious crimes you’re committing behind his back.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Emily threatens as she runs her hand over the cat’s spotted back, browns and blacks and oranges overlapping with bits of white peeking through.

Behind her, Aaron sighs. “Come on, Em. It’s getting late.”

She turns to look at him—his hands indeed are on his hips. “You didn’t seem to think that just five minutes ago.” She teases, a knowing glint in her eyes. The cat meows, wanting attention, and Emily turns back to it. “He’s right, though,” she whispers as she softly touches its velvet nose. The cat’s eyes fall closed. Emily sighs and with a final pet to the top of its head, she straightens.

“Okay, buzzkill,” she takes Aaron’s hand as he rolls his eyes, “let’s go home.”

“I’m not a buzzkill,” he mutters, disgruntled. Emily’s low laugh softens the scrunch of his brows. “I just don’t see the appeal in you going around petting dirty, probably flea-infested street cats—”

“Aw, come on, it’s clean as a whistle, you saw it.”

“—you know those things can actually infect you, and I’m still holding your hand even though you may well give me Lyme disease—”

“Oh, Jesus—”

“—so that’s how you know I actually love you.” He finishes in a huff. 

“I never doubted.” Emily smiles coyly. Aaron rolls his eyes and her grin widens as she squeezes his hand, “At least we’d get Lyme disease together—” 

She yelps when something knocks into her calves, something furry and small and meowing wildly as it winds its way between her ankles. Emily smiles down at the cat, and, unable to help herself, lets go of Aaron’s hand again and bends to pick it up. It nestles in the crook of her arm like a baby, its tail curling to flick at her chest, a small meow leaving it as she scratches between its ears again.

“Aw, someone’s clingy, huh?” She coos, entirely pleased with the cat and the way it slowly blinks amber eyes at her.

“Put it down.” Aaron’s mouth tightens when pale cat hair clings to her dress. Emily’s face twists and she looks up at him, intending to argue when he cuts her off. “Jesus, Emily, it could scratch your eyeball out with claws that have been god knows where—”

“Okay, okay.” She crouches to set the cat down. Aaron blows out a breath and runs an exasperated hand through his hair, making it wilt over his forehead. “And you say you’re not a buzzkill.” She pokes her tongue out, absently petting the cat as she looks up at him.

He crosses his arms. “Oh well, I’m sorry I’m looking out for you.” He glares down at the cat as it places its paws on her knee, leaving bits of gravel and dust on her dress. Emily doesn’t mind, now scratching under its chin as the cat purrs, loud as a motor.

“Sweetheart, please.” Aaron sighs, holding out his hand for her, “we’ve already got one insufferable feline at home that you can cuddle to your heart’s content, just leave this one alone.”

Taking pity on the distressed look on his face, Emily accepts his hand and lets him help her up. “Don’t call him insufferable,” she scolds as the cat circles back around her ankles.

Aaron doesn’t need a second to think. “Detestable, then.”

He’s entirely serious. “Is it because he’s the first man I loved before you?” Emily teases. “Let it go, Aaron. You’ll always be second in my heart.” She winks. A knowing smile pulls at his lips.

“We’ll see who’s second when I get you out of this dress.” He murmurs, his hands finding her hips. The gentle warmth of them seeps in through the fabric.

“Oh?” Emily grins, a sparkle in her eyes. “Take me home, then. We’ll see if I change my mind.”

“I think you will.” Aaron smiles as he takes her hand again and tugs lightly to get her walking. They barely take two steps before the cat is after them again, meowing and bumping into Emily’s legs.

“Aaron—”

“We’re not taking it home.”

“Please, cariño.” She murmurs, her voice petal soft, the same crushed velvet as her dress. Wrapping both hands around his forearm, she hugs his arm to her chest. “Look at the poor thing, it doesn’t want to be alone all night.”

Aaron hesitates. She sees the exact moment his eyes go soft, the fight leaking out of his shoulders as he shakes his head. 

“Only for tonight.” He concedes.

Emily beams. “Love you.” She lightly kisses him and Aaron gently holds her wrist.

“Only for tonight, Emily. We’re not keeping it.”

She gives him a wink. “Whatever you say, bossman.”

He sighs. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Would you prefer baby daddy?” 

Closing his eyes, Aaron groans. “Never mind.”

Her responding laugh rustles the trees, making the leaves dance to the sweet melody of its music. 

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“Do you think we can hide her from the kids?” Emily whispers as they cross the threshold of their home. The cat is loosely held in her hands, her paws (they found out she’s a girl) safely away from Emily’s face—and her eyes.

“Unlikely,” Aaron says as he closes the door behind her, “unless you’d be willing to get up at 5 to take her to the—”

“Kitty!” A small voice gasps. Elliot barrels into Aaron’s legs, his arms outstretched and reaching for the cat. Aaron holds him back just in time, the toddler’s grabby fingers inches away from the cat in Emily’s arms.

“Elliot,” Aaron murmurs, frowning as he looks down at his son. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

Elliot wriggles his hands. “Kitty, Daddy!” He insists, whining when Aaron lifts him up in his arms, away from Emily and the cat.

“No kitty, it’s not clean.” His lips press against his cheek in a soft kiss, catching the edge of his son’s frown.

“You should be asleep,” Emily’s brows furrow as she walks behind them and into the living room with the cat content in her arms, “it’s way past your bedti—”

In the living room, instead of just finding the babysitter, they find two more Hotchner boys nestled in blankets on the couch. Emily frowns as she looks at the time: nine thirty.

“Why is everyone awake?”

Again, the question goes unanswered when Jack and Matthew catch sight of the cat in her arms. They jump off the couch excitedly as if Sergio wasn’t half buried in the cushions between them, their eyes going bright.

“Cat!”

“Is that a cat?”

The babysitter has the sense to look sheepish. “Sorry Mr. and Mrs. H, I was putting on a movie just before bedtime and they wouldn’t go to sleep.” Callie scratches at her scalp, her lips stretched over her teeth in a grimace.

Emily gives her a small smile, taking pity on the way the poor girl turns red, “It’s alright, Callie, it’s the weekend anyway—”

“Where’d you get the cat, Mommy?” Matthew reaches for it, his eyes wide.

“Can we keep it?” Jack pleads.

“Nobody touch the cat, please.” Aaron sighs, tightening his hold on a wriggling Elliot. “C’mon guys, we already have a cat. Has everyone forgotten about Sergio?” He scolds gently, but of course everyone ignores him.

“The cat’s not staying,” Emily lifts her up away from the grabby hands of the kids, “we’re taking her to the shelter tomorrow.”

Jack and Matthew let out matching sounds of protest, their faces falling as she walks past them in search of Sergio’s bed that has gone unused ever since she bought it. Elliot whines, Sergio approaches her ankles with a hiss, and as Aaron sighs audibly behind her, Emily wonders if he was just the tiniest bit right.

Not that she would admit it to him.

Safe to say, the cat stirs up more action than she’d expected. The boys somehow end up touching her, Sergio doesn’t stop hissing and spitting, and pleas of “can we keep her?” echo through the living room along with Aaron’s responding “no’s” that start to lose their firmness with each persistent flash of brown eyes. Callie escapes the chaos with another sheepish smile and an apology, both somewhat lost in the mess of cats and children. 

After everyone’s hands are washed and they’re all in their respective beds—cats included, Sergio curled grumpily on Jack’s bed—Aaron shuts their bedroom door with a sigh, soaking in the silence. It’s ten forty, and his body sags against the wood.

Emily rises on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck, whispering, “So I was thinking we could name her Edith—”

“Fuck me.” Aaron groans, closing his eyes and dropping his head on Emily’s quivering shoulder as she laughs silently, absolutely delighted at this turn of events.

“We’re not keeping the stupid cat, Emily.” His voice is muffled in her shoulder. Then, weakly, “You made me a deal.”

“I can’t change the terms?” She teases softly, her hand winding its way into his hair.

“No. It leaves tomorrow.” He says firmly.

Emily hums, unconvinced, but then Aaron lifts his head from her shoulder and gently grabs her chin, pressing his lips to hers, and all thoughts of the cat are thoroughly out of her mind.

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When they’re not woken by a flurry of kids the next morning, Aaron and Emily are confused.  Confused and a little concerned—if not relieved—but when they walk into the living room, it’s all made clear.

The cat is in Jack’s lap, sprawled over his legs as his siblings gather around him in a tiny circle on the floor, inside of which is an assortment of Sergio’s toys. The resident feline is helplessly pawing at Elliot’s elbow, meowing for his attention as Elliot withholds it, lavishing it instead on the cat in Jack’s lap.

“Don’t touch it, Eli,” Matthew whispers to his younger brother, though he himself looks unconvinced by that. His brows are pinched exactly like Aaron’s as he stays just far enough away from the cat so that he’s not technically touching it. He dangles one of Sergio’s toys above the cat, the frown turning to a smile when she swats at it. “Mommy and Daddy said we shouldn’t touch it.”

Aaron pinches the bridge of his nose and turns to Emily, his eyes accusatory. She covers her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle a smile as Elliot whines and counters but we can wash our hands like yesterday.

They’re gone unnoticed for another minute of whispered conspiracy before the boys catch sight of them and scramble upright, crowding around Aaron and Emily with wide eyes and fresh pleas of “please please please can we keep the cat?”

Elliot pouts, Matthew tugs on Aaron’s shirt, and Jack offers a cherub’s smile.

It takes all of five minutes before Aaron cracks.

“This is all your fault.” He whispers to Emily.

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and shrugs. “You should’ve never let me take her home.” Her hand finds his and she pats it sympathetically. “Who knows, maybe you’ll warm up to this one.”

They both know how unlikely that is.

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