#turned out to be lynx. kinda surprised me but then again she was my only reliable healer that i had built for quite some time. so it's fine

[revserrayyu]

One HSR Character a Day Day 31: Lynx

[3d-wifey]

PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A READER WHO'S JUST AS MUCH OF A FERAL FREAK AS LOGAN JUST IDC WHAT HER MUTATION IS, JUST MAKE IT ANIMALISTIC SO THEY CAN HAVE FREAK NASTY SMUT

Back to the Kitty (Cus She's Kinda Pretty)

Pairing: Logan James "The Wolverine" Howlett x Lynx!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut heehee, uh munch logan supremacy, hybrid au (?), NSFW, NSFT

A/N: This has been my man since 2000 and I was only born in 2004, I'm so happy he's fucking FINALLY GETTING LOVE GOD DAMN. Reader is implied to be black but you can still read it if you aren't, as always. Also, it's been shown in canon again and again that Logan is weak to the whims of a pretty woman, especially early Logan, so dont give me no goddamn lip about this being unrealistic.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Logan stares at the wooden door long after Summers leaves. He scoffs, irritated. Something about the Boy Scout rubs him the wrong way. He rolls his eyes. "Prick."

"I see you've met Scott." Logan spins around, and sees… No one. There couldn't be another telepath rummaging around in his head. Between one blink and the next, a woman appears on what's supposed to be his bed. "He's not so bad once you get to know him. Then again, he's not so good either. He's a real mixed bag."

Logan gapes at the relaxed figure lounging on his bed. His senses snap to attention—your scent is all over his room as if it's always been there.

Your heartbeat is fast but steady. He sniffs. Your scent, cool like snow, makes him nostalgic for the Canadian wilderness. It’s tinged with something familiar—an intrinsic note of his own scent. Something he caught on that Sabertooth freak earlier. Animalistic. 

Feral.

As he takes in your appearance, memories of the wilderness flash through his mind. He'd heard stories about people, people like them living off the grid, protecting wildlife and using their powers to evade detection. Maybe you were one of them. A guardian of the wild, hidden from civilization up till now. Maybe he was too.

"What the hell is going on here?" Logan grits his teeth, sick and tired of surprises. You tilt your head, pointed ears twitching, the black tufts catching his attention.

You're lying on your stomach, facing him. Your knees are bent, ankles crossed and swinging.

"You teleport in here or something?" He takes cautious steps towards you, spotting the sharply curved claws in place of toenails—easy weapons. One good kick could slit his throat.

A mix of gray and beige fur trails up from the front of your feet, all the way up your thighs to disappear past the leg of your shorts. It's the same shade as the hair on your head.

"Nope." You barely acknowledge him, grooming the fur along your forearm like one of those big cats. He lingers on the movement, intrigued. The slight tilt of your head, long pink tongue peaking out as it travels the length of your forearm to your knuckles and then back again, holds his attention. "I've been here the whole time.”

“I would’ve smelled you." 

“But ‘ya didn’t,” you chuckle and it feels like you’re rubbing it in his face.

“That's impossible.�� He scoffs, shaking his head. 

Sharp, amber eyes lock onto him, reflective and cat-like. He freezes, instincts on edge, the hair on his nape standing as vertical pupils assess him coolly. 

Logan’s eyes flicker away to the exit—only for a split second. But when he looks back, the bed is empty. He whips around to the door, heart pounding in confusion because it's…it's still closed.

Where—? 

“How the hell—”

His jaw doesn't drop but it's a near damn thing. This is freaky, freakier than the regular freakiness he's come to expect after walking into this school.

"Still here." You purr from behind him, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He turns back, and there you are again, lounging like you never moved. He takes a deep breath, trying, and failing, to steady himself. 

"You mind explaining how you're doing that?" He asks, hoping he sounds more annoyed than unsettled. He can tell by the playful glint in your eye that he doesn't. 

“And if I do mind?” You say, but he doesn’t rise to the bait, which is what this all is, he realizes. You smirk. "I told you, boy. I've been here the whole time. Long enough to see you strike out with Jeanie."

Logan scowls more at the mention of Jean than being called ‘boy’. Just what he needs—another reminder of the happy couple. 

But how had he missed you? Jean wasn't that distracting. It gnaws at him. He doesn’t like it, the idea of his senses betraying him.

"Yeah, well, it's not exactly easy getting a read on you when you’re playing hide and seek."

You tilt your head, studying him. "Maybe you’re just not looking hard enough."

"Or maybe…” He steps closer, his instincts screaming at him to stay on guard despite your eyes compelling him to do otherwise. “You're just really good at hiding."

Your eyes meet his, a challenge in your gaze that he's not sure he's the right guy to take on. "Then I guess you'll have to get better at seeking.”

Logan's mind races as he processes the confrontation. He isn't used to feeling off balance, the one on the back foot. Usually, he's the one doing the intimidating, the one making others question their next move. 

But with you, it's different. There's a raw, untamed energy about you that draws him in and sets him on edge at the same time. You're not just another mutant, he knows that much. Like none he's ever met before; you're something more, something savage that mirrors the part of himself he tries to keep under control. The part that craves the hunt, the chase.

He comes to stand near the bed, slowly reaching out to check if you're real or just some kind of projection. You stare up at him, amused, and allow his calloused hand to meet the warm skin of your shoulder.

"I don't understand," Logan mutters and it feels like admitting defeat.

"I didn't want you to see me. So you didn't." You shrug, and even that looks graceful. It takes him a second to get there, but it dawns on him in much the same way your sudden appearance did. Some kind of mental camouflage. Not like prey blending in to hide, but a predator lying in wait before striking.

"But I couldn't even smell you anymore." It's one thing to trick his mind, but it should be impossible to trick his nose. He bares his teeth. "I've had enough of people messing with my head."

You say nothing. Instead, you grin, baring your own teeth right back and revealing elongated canines that glint under the low light. His eyes are drawn to their sharp edges. They're sharper than his own. How easily could you sink them into something? He wagers it wouldn't take much effort at all.

"Down, boy." You cackle, not even doing his ego the service of pretending to be threatened. "Unless you wanna see whose bite is really worse than their bark." You raise a brow at him expectantly.

He scowls, crossing his arms. He's not backing down, but something about this whole encounter is throwing him off. Your self-assuredness is doing something to him, and he's not sure what to make of it.

He regards you warily, taking slow measured steps around the bed. "So… What’s your deal? You’re not a teleporter or a telepath? Great. Then what the hell are you?"

"Hm," You hum deep in your chest, resting your chin on your palm as you track his movements. He figures you aren't gonna maul him in his own room. "Don't worry, your nose isn't failing you," you snort, and his confidence in you not being a telepath drops significantly. "I cloaked myself. Completely. Not even the professor can find me if I don't want him to. I can even trick all that fancy tracking technology. So don't feel too bad."

It's a bunch of smoke and mirrors. Well, it's better than you messing with his head. Impressive too.

"Huh. How 'bout that." He licks his lips and holds out a hand. "Name's Logan."

"I heard." You take his hand in your surprisingly strong grip, turning it palm down instead of shaking it. "I was curious about the new guy. Wanted to see if you'd be worth holding my attention." You drag a feather-light finger along his knuckles, circling them, then rubbing the almost perpetually red divots where his claws are hidden. For whatever reason, he lets you. The barely there touch makes the hair on his arm stand up, fingers twitching in your hold. He only just fights back the desire to lean into it.

"S’that so?" He smirks. "And what do you think now that you've seen me?"

"Well, first impressions, I'm not disappointed." Those stunning eyes rove over him, lingering on the sweatpants he borrowed. He preens under your gaze, understanding Scott even less now. Don't get him wrong, Jean seems like a great girl. But how could he possibly see a woman like you and leave you to your lonesome? Hell, his loss is Logan's gain. Slim couldn't handle you anyway. "But the rest depends."

"On?"

"You. I've been so bored here. Keeping clean, prowling the straight and narrow. What do you say, Logan?" You purr, bringing your free hand up to ghost over his leg, and the muscles in his thigh flex under your touch. "You think you can keep me entertained?"

He arches a brow. "You got a name?" He husks, at some point coming close enough to stand over you.

"No," you reply, his brows furrowing in response. Though he guesses he's got no room to judge. He only knows his name because of his dog tags. "The kids just call me Lynx, for whatever that's worth. Guess it stuck.”

"I can see why." He looks you over, taking you and all your curves in as you rise up to your knees to sit on your haunches. You're wearing a tank. A very thin tank. He can see the shape and heft of your tits, and even though you feel far from cold, he can see the white fabric rubbing against your hard nipples. The name fits you, but Minx would've been his suggestion. "And... What exactly do you do around here? Other than skulking in other people's rooms." He asks, not masking his curiosity.

You pull him onto the bed beside you. He doesn't bounce but the springs squeak under his weight.

He can’t picture you teaching those little brats anything. Maybe you could teach them how to gut a man like a pig, but something tells Logan that might just offend the professor’s sensibilities.

Your top lip pulls up into a snarl, a predator's smile, it draws him in instead of warning him away.

"I'm not too good at the whole guiding the minds of our future thing. For now, I have to hone my powers and learn how to integrate back into proper society." If the wording wasn't enough to tell Logan you're copying Chuck word for word, then the accent you put on does the trick.

Your grip on his hand tightens, pressing a hidden pressure point. Logan’s breath catches as his claws unsheathe, the metallic sound slicing through the air. His eyes lock onto yours, trying to read the intention behind this sudden, intimate maneuver. He smells it instead—musky, semi-sweet—and heat pools low in his stomach, hardening him against his thigh.

You shift, straddling him with feline grace, knees on either side of his hips. His free hand instinctively grips your waist to steady you, though it's clear you don't need his help.

Your long tongue runs along his knuckles—warm, wet, and a little rough. He exhales heavily at the sensation.

His mouth drops open with a pant, watching closely. You trail the muscle up the blades—he shouldn't feel it so viscerally, but he does. He can practically feel the flicks of your tongue in his damn spine—and he smells the rich iron in the air before he sees crimson bleed along his claws.

He can smell you getting wetter too. Whether it's from the blood or the sharpness of his claws is anyone's guess. Logan's hold on you tightens, his hand sliding to your lower back as he pulls you closer, a low growl rumbling in his chest

He watches, fascinated, as your split tongue knits itself back together. It's bizarre, witnessing such rapid healing on someone else. The sight stirs something primal within him.

Blood drips down your chin, a stark contrast against your skin. 

He wants to follow it. So he does, pushing into your space to chase it up your chin and into your mouth.

You gasp, soft and sweet, at the contact, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Running, thankfully, dull nails along his scalp. The metallic taste mingles with the warmth of your mouth as he kisses you deeply, a groan sitting low in his throat.

The kiss, meanwhile, isn't soft or sweet. It's biting and bitter with the taste of your blood, mixing with his own when you bite his bottom lip, fangs piercing the meat as easily as he predicted they would. It makes his head hazy with some kind of bloodlust. Or maybe just regular lust. The two are more intertwined now than ever before. At least as far as Logan can remember, which admittedly isn't saying much. He's got no idea how to begin separating them and he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t remember the last time he's tasted blood other than his own. It makes him groan as he squeezes the fat around your hips in a bruising grip—hard enough to make you moan. He knows you can handle it, handle him.

You pull away, a string of pink saliva connecting your lips to his.

Something kicks Logan into gear, and, without really thinking about the movement, he leans back down, his lips brushing against your chin to lap up the rest of the blood.

"You showed me yours; only fair I show you mine." You unsheathe your own claws, as pretty and deadly as you are. They're about two inches long and even sharper than those teeth.

"Now, how the hell did they manage to domesticate a wild thing like you?" In this pristine and civilized place, you stand out even more than he does. For a creature like you, it must be akin to captivity.

You laugh, though it sounds closer to a chuff. "I was out in the wilderness, hiding the lynxes from poachers and loggers." You say, hooking a claw in the zipper of his hoodie and tugging it down, exposing his bare chest and stomach to your exploring hands. "Saved as many as I could. Spent years out there like that."

“And the professor found you?" Logan asks, intrigued despite himself and despite all the blood in his head rushing to his dick.

"Eventually," you nod, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips, what he's beginning to think is their natural state. "But not before a lot of poachers ended up dead, wondering why they couldn't find a single lynx."

"You hid them," Logan says, tilting his head back. You don't hesitate to take the bait, swooping down to stitch your lips to his neck. You bite more than you suck, breaking skin as you go and not letting how fast the wounds disappear deter you from making more. He grunts, bucking hips coaxed by your own.

"You're not the only one hiding out from the metal man." Your lips drag against his skin as you speak. Lips and teeth and tongue and—

"Fuck." He hisses. His hips buck again and you meet the movement head-on, swiveling your hips like you're riding a bull.

Magneto wants you too then, Logan thinks, dazed.

"So what?" He breathes, dragging the both of you further up the bed, "Now you're fighting the good fight for animals and mutants?"

"Something like that. Don't tell Xavier, but it really just came down to Jean and Oruro being more persuasive than that big brute Magneto sent for me."

He laughs. "I can believe it."

"Now," you grind your hips down, hitting the perfect angle, "do you wanna hear my life story, or do you wanna fuck me?" You say with a grunt. And when you put it like that, the choice is pretty fucking clear.

He twists around, switching your position with you on your back and him hovering over you.

You've got a mischievous look in your lidded eyes as you hump each other through your clothes, sinking your nails into his ass. He flinches, thrusting against you hard enough to push you up the bed, and snarls in your face.

You laugh as he flips you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up. Moans sprinkle through when he presses up against your ass, dick grinding into you. He can feel how hot you are through your thin shorts. You're soaked, enough to turn the fabric of his sweats a darker gray.

Just the smell of you is straining the cotton around his dick, he wants—no needs more. So he leans down, gripping your shorts and ripping a hole down the middle, finding you wetter than he imagined.

You gasp, peeking over your shoulder at him, but he's already on the move. 

He mumbles a gruff fuck as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He goes to pull himself out but thinks of a better idea.

He wants your cunt in his mouth and he tells you as much. You smirk, more fang than gum, and sway your hips side to side, like you're daring him to take what he wants. He does.

He buries his nose in your snatch and takes a whiff, you moan, grinding back against his face, leaving slick on his nose and cheeks. He lets you, encourages it, even, by gripping your hips and growling deep in his chest. Fur soft where his facial hair is rough, sticking in wet peaks from how much your cunt is drooling.

He sticks his tongue out, not as long as yours, but long enough to get the job done as he buries it into you. Coaxing out more slick and cum as your fluttering warmth squeezes him. 

“Logan,” You moan into his pillow, likely leaving it wet with licking and biting, the same way he's planning on leaving the blanket under you wet with your cum. He grinds against the bed, letting his own need build steadily in his gut and up his spine, the animalistic urge to devour you stronger than anything else.

The taste of you, as heady as you smell, settles heavily on his tongue and down his throat as you rock back and forth, twisting and whining like the wild thing you are.

He leans back just enough to take one of your pussy lips into his mouth, sucking as you take in hitching breaths above him, moving to the other side to give it the same treatment, before circling back to your clit.

He spits on your fluttering hole, licking it back up, and spitting again and he almost thinks you came then and there from how loud you get.

Your thighs are shaking and you're wet enough for him to skip to two fingers right away. He pushes his spit, and his scent, deep into you, stretching you around his thick fingers as he bites at the back of your thighs. You arch your back like a, well, like a cat in heat.

He fucks you on his fingers hard enough that your body shakes with each thrust. He feels the rapid build-up inside of you, shaking and fluttering as he mumbles against your clit about how good you taste and smell, how wet you are for him. 

He feels you come as much as he sees it, your body locking up before abruptly loosening. He pets your flank, “Atta girl.” His voice is rougher than before as you twitch. Soaking his fingers as you lazily hump his hand, making little gasps and whines that he would have thought of as wounded if he didn’t feel how tightly your walls are gripping him.

You lift your head, something satisfied yet still challenging in your amber eyes that makes his hands go to pull his pants down, using your slick to stroke himself, and he knows his pillow will be littered with puncture marks from your teeth and claws, the thought is enough to make him twitch in his hand, a bead of pre that he swipes with his thumb.

He pauses before offering his finger to you, knowing he made the right choice of staying here when you wrap plump lips around his thumb, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like it's his dick.

You pull back, just enough to lick the mixture of the both of you off of his palm, mumbling a demand. “Fuck me, Logan.”

And who is he to deny you when you’re looking at him like that? Wet and wild, curves and claws wrapped up in golden fur like a gift, just for him.

He smirks, “Yes, ma’am.”

[moonsaes]

Take Care

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem reader

genre: royal!au, fluff, smut

warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex, dirty (but kinda sweet??) talk, creampie

word count: 6k

summary: as king, seungcheol often forgets to take care of himself. your job is to remind him.

note: this has been my baby for the past 2 months, and now she’s finally ready!! this is also the longest piece i’ve ever written, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!! all my hugs to @127vevo​ for looking over it.

Your nails are red again, raw and cracked from the counsel that saw too much dispute and too little compromise. Ryujin always reprimanded you for the habit, the steady cluck of her tongue stopping only to order you to dip your hands into the medicinal bowl. She would nearly faint if she saw the current state of your fingers—you’re grateful you let her retire early tonight.

The bath would normally be drawn by the time your foot crosses the meeting room’s threshold. Tonight, the basin sits empty, polished and shining in the dim candlelight. You’re not sure why the girls insist on polishing the wood for it to only get wet again, but they press forward every morning with quick feet and low bows, so you let them.

The bin hanging on the hook to your far right looks as if it can fill the basin in five turns, four if you’re lucky enough not to spill on the way back. You don’t mind walking to the well; it’s a path you rarely have the opportunity to walk alone, so the quiet may do you some good. Maybe you can steal a sweet pancake from the kitchen on your way back—one for Cheol when he returns tonight.

Your fingers tighten on the handle at the thought of him. It’s not often he’s away for so long, but when he is, you’re too aware of how bare the kingdom feels. He had been the first to jump at the prospect of visiting the bordering villages after reports of outside raids, the humanitarian in him bursting out the moment Councilman Lee had read the beginning sentences. His fervor could be misinterpreted as inexperience to some—a young king eager to carve his legacy deep—but you know better. You know the responsibility he’s taken to the very core of him, the duty he lives by to serve those around him. It’s noble, the way he leads for others, far more noble than you had seen from anyone in the court. But it’s also the heaviest burden one could place on oneself. Cheol never reveals it, but as his other half, you can sense it. The long days and even longer nights, finger rubbed to a hard callus from his quill—he loses himself. And it hurts you far more than you could’ve anticipated.

The nearby call of a loon pulls you from your thoughts. Your feet must’ve taken you down the pebbled path to the mouth of the hot spring. It doesn’t come as a surprise, with how the route is well worn in your mind after years of travel, but you hadn’t realized how long your mind had wandered for.

You squat and dip your fingers in the water, a pleasant warmth in the night chill. It teases at the future of a basin full and steaming, ready to knead at the tension living in your body. Your fingers inch toward the bin at the thought, and it’s not until you’re raising the filled bin to your head with wobbly arms and aching back that you realize how greatly you need this bath.

Six minutes at an otherwise leisurely place is pushing ten with the nearly overflowing bin perched on your head. You didn’t account for the steady decline down to the spring, but the uneven rocks that line the path up are catching under your feet now. Every groove and ridge is impressed onto the soles of your feet—your shoes are much too old and worn—and it’s only after several stumbles and a few near accidents that the ground beneath you turns to the fine dirt of the garden walkway.

It’s inevitable that your feet will bear some marks of the journey; you’ve always bruised easily, much to the girls’ dismay. But now you have an excuse to keep Cheol busy outside of the council room, occupied with rubbing your feet as your husband instead of the king.

You follow the short path through the firs before you reach the steps to your living chambers. With careful slides, you kick your shoes off at the base of the steps, paying particular attention to the full bucket on your head. You’ll have to remember to get the thicker-soled boots from the side closet before heading back out. Maybe the lynx coat too, to set out for a dusting. It won’t be long until you’ll need it, from the way the air feels.

With cautious steps, you shuffle down the hallway, turning the first corner and continuing down the stretch toward the bedroom. One of the screen doors is crooked, what looks like a jam along the cracks. It’s something that happens when you’re preoccupied and forget how gently you have to maneuver the doors. And though it’s been a long day, you don’t remember leaving for water with the door open.  

It only takes a well-aimed kick at the base for the screen to lurch back into its tracks. You slide the door just wide enough so the width of the bin can fit through, making it a couple steps before your eyes land on a body sprawled on the bed. Your mouth opens, ready to signal the guards, but a small sigh stops you. You can recognize that sound from across the palace.   

“Cheol,” you breathe, a smile breaking across your lips.

He sits up at your voice, a little slower than usual. This trip must’ve been hard on him. He gives no indication of such however, getting up and walking toward you with a wide grin.

“My love,” he says, cupping your face in his hands, and you’re once again reminded of how his touch stabilizes you. Your body warms as his eyes trace over you, landing on a drop trickling down the slope of your nose. He notices at the same time you remember the wooden bin perched on your head, but his hands beat yours in lowering it to the ground. 

Only with the weight from your head gone do you realize the tension creeping up from your shoulders. Like a bow pulled taut, the muscles breathe with the sudden relief, and you tilt your head forward to massage at the back of your neck, a stray droplet tracing down the slope of your nose at the movement.

He leans close to catch the water at the tip of your nose with his lips. With him so close, you can smell the heady hints of sandalwood, light with the hours of rain and travel. It’s become habit to tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, and when you press forward to settle in the familiar spot, you feel the soft roll of laughter rumble through him.

His lips rest on your temple before traveling to your hair. “Go get ready. I’ll get the rest of the water.” He’s gone with the bin before you can object, leaving you to undress. It’s late enough in the season that the cold has started to creep in through the cracks. Your skin pimples when you slide the jeogori off your shoulders, and you rush to step out of your skirt and underclothes to get to the warm haven of the bathroom. Now fully bare, you can feel the autumn chill as deep as your bones, and you wonder if Cheol is cold from all the travelling. You’ll have to check his toes when he returns.

There’s already a pleasant steam hanging in the air from the first binful of water when you enter the bathroom. Looking into the basin, it’s barely enough to cover your legs, your hips if you try hard enough, but you step in to sit anyway. You’re right—it laps only halfway up your thigh, but the warmth is such a friendly welcome to your worn muscles that it makes no difference.

The heat must’ve lulled you into a drowse because a small thud has you blinking your eyes open to Cheol, kneeling by the foot of the basin. He looks up when you shift in the water.

“You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you up,” he says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“So you were just watching me? Should’ve called the guards,” you tease. But you can’t resist kissing the inside of his wrist. 

He flicks your nose with a playful huff before standing up and reaching for the bin next to him, a bigger one he must’ve found along the way. He rests it on the side of the basin, and with your nod, he tips it over to add to the water pooling at your legs.

“Oh,” you sigh as the water creeps higher up your body. The level now rests right below your breasts, high enough that you can bend your legs and sink down to your chin.

“Nice?”

You hum, letting your eyes drift to where he’s standing. His eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes in the dim light, and you wish you could trace them, kiss them until there’s no hint of them left.

“Join me.” You raise your arms from the water to stretch them towards him. “I miss you.”

He smiles and bends to set the bin down. “Well, we can’t have that my lady.”

He’s quick to shuck off his undershirt and pants, turning to place them on the side table. You take the quiet moment to look over his shoulders, waist, thighs—bends and crooks of his you’ve been able to imprint into your memory with an unusual ease. The thought of being able to feel him again after so many weeks makes your toes curl.

“Come here.”

He carefully fits himself in the space that you’ve made, mumbling something incoherent when he stretches his legs alongside yours and leans back against the basin. You follow suit, pushing back onto his chest until you can feel his arms dip below the water and wrap around your waist.

“Have baths always felt this good?” His lips trace at the shell of your ear, travelling down to give your lobe a quick suck.

“Mmmm,” you breathe, tilting your neck to give access to his wandering lips. “Only with you.”

You stay like this, quiet except for the occasional ripple of water. It’s as close to a sanctuary you think you may get with the looming thought of meetings and scrolls, but you push that to the far corner of your mind, running your hands down Cheol’s thighs to his knees.

“Long day?” he asks, gathering the pieces of hair that have fallen from your clip and slipping them through the teeth.

You can’t help the small snort you let out. “The absolute longest,” you say, skimming the surface of the water with gently pruning fingers, “it never fails to surprise me how stubborn old councilmen are.”

“Hey,” he murmurs into your skin, “that’s going to be me someday.” 

“You’re more handsome.” 

His hand finds yours to bring to his lips. You can feel the curve of his mouth against your palm, and the feeling makes you settle closer into the breadth of his chest. The water laps gently around your knees as you lean back, little kisses of warmth to exposed skin.

Cheol must see the beginnings of gooseflesh because he lifts an arm to place his hand over your knee. The action makes you smile—he never liked seeing you cold, even when there’s nothing but a comfortable glow all throughout you. 

Your hand pulls from his grasp to rub up and down his now-exposed arm. He’s relentless in his quest to keep you warm, but you’re also aware of how his toes curl towards your calves whenever a morning snow hits. “Do you want to talk about your trip?” you ask, massaging his bicep.

He sighs softly enough that you wouldn’t have known if not for the stuttered fall of his chest. You press deeper into his arms, as if you can push every bit of strain out of him.

“Not tonight. Tomorrow?” A small squeeze on your thigh serves as a tacit appeal for no questions, not tonight. It’s late anyway, nearly midnight if you’re thinking correctly, so you nod your head in agreement. Whatever can wait until the morning. 

Lips fall to the base of your neck, following the drying droplets to trace down the length of your shoulder blade. It’s a silent thank you for the reprieve he most likely didn’t get from the villagers, the advisors. It’s a silent thank you for being his sanctuary—he’s told you as much—even though you’re a mere attempt for what he is for you. You still try anyway.

One hand grabbing his, the other gripping the edge of the basin, you stand up, grimacing at the rush of cold air. Cheol is still sitting down, eyebrows raised. 

“It’s not hair washing day?” he questions.

“Mmmm, did it the other night,” you respond, letting your eyes wander over his chest. “Come out. I’m getting cold.”

He stands, careful not to splash any water over the side. You bear down onto your right hand to give him stability as he steps out, his wet feet joining yours to make a small puddle on the floor.

“We’ll wipe it up later,” he promises. You’re not one to argue when he’s wet and naked, so you nod and lead him out toward the bedroom.

The chill sweeps over you nearly instantaneously, and you can barely contain the shiver that cascades through you. “Cheol, it’s c—”

His hand leaves yours to cup at your hip. He taps twice, a signal you’re more than familiar with, for you to turn around. You take a look at the sly smile on his face before looping your arms around his neck and jumping. He catches you with a practiced ease, though he stumbles a bit from your added weight onto his slippery feet. 

“Easy. I’m trying to get both of us onto the bed alive.” His words are stern, but the beginnings of a laugh are pushing through his lips, pulling one from your own.

You cling on tighter to tuck your head into the notch of his neck. “Just get there quickly so you can warm me up.” 

He squeezes your thigh in acknowledgement and walks the last steps to your bed. You’ve begun to pepper kisses around the base of his neck, your eyes nearly shutting on their own accord at the feel of his steadily hardening cock between the inside of your legs. It reminds you that you haven’t had him for weeks, but even after all that time, your body responds as if he had never left.

You raise your head when his feet stop at the foot of the bed. “Don’t want to let go,” you say, your lips brushing against his own. His teeth catch your bottom lip for a gentle pull.

“Who says you have to let go?” He sucks your lip with a smile before you feel one of his hands hike your hips further up his, the other moving to brace the back of your neck. The movements are quick, and you only just process the change before he’s leaning forward to guide you down onto the bed. It squeaks in protest at the sudden weight of you two, retaliating with a small crack somewhere towards the center of the headboard.

A few moments of wide eyes pass before laughter peals out, catching in each others’ mouths.

“That’s been there for the last century and we managed to break it in two years,” he giggles, tickling the traces of your lips.

“You managed to break it,” you correct with a poke to his side. “I didn’t steal extra of Mrs. Jung’s dumplings today, so it couldn’t have been me.”

He leans back to fix you with a discerning look. “Hmmmm,” he muses, eyes roaming from across your face, lingering a little longer at your lips. “Whatever you say, my lady.”

You lace your fingers in his hair to tug him back to your mouth. “Exactly what I like to hear. Besides, they were all gone when I passed by the oh—” you groan at the sudden thought. The sweet pancake. 

“The sweet pancake!” You pinch the inner corners of your eyes. “I was going to get a sweet pancake on my way back from the spring! I know for a fact that General Yoo doesn’t let you stop at that bun stand in Seorabeol, so you must be so hungry. I can’t believe I forgot, and—and you’re laughing?” 

When you blink open, you see that he is. 

His fingers rub the space between your brows until the wrinkle disappears. “You look very concerned,” he laughs, shifting up to place a kiss where his fingers were. “And I do love those sweet pancakes, but General Yoo broke off with half the men to do evaluations in Ungjin, so I was left with Commander Pyo, who you know loves those buns as much as I do.”

You wrap your arms around his middle with a relieved sigh. “So you’re not hungry?” you ask. “And you’re not going to have to leave bed?”

“Definitely not going to leave bed,” he confirms, repositioning your legs to bring your core even closer to him. “As for whether I’m hungry or not,” a swipe of his tongue across the seam of your lips makes you let out an impatient whine, “haven’t tasted you in far too long.”

His mouth sears a trail down your neck and across your collarbones before you can kiss him, can poke fun at the sudden forwardness that still somehow makes your fingertips itch for him. All you can do is gasp and let him suckle at your nipple. His tongue is a welcomed heat on your skin, and you can feel it prickle with every swipe.

He grounds himself to move downward by holding your sides, a sight that in it of itself makes you shiver. You can always feel the roughness of hands—have essentially memorized how every ridge and callous move on you—but seeing them, large and reverent in their handling, makes you want to do everything in your power to keep them there. He’ll always take care of you. His eyes say it first, and his body never fails to assure it.

But you need him to feel the same unwavering devotion. Even when he’s gone and especially when he’s not. He never asks, never will, but there’s no one more deserving of something so unconditional.

“Cheol,” you murmur, while he kisses over the soft spot on your stomach. “Stop.” You tug gently at his hair.

His lips pull away, and his eyes are on you. “Everything okay, love?” 

“Yes, of course,” you assure with a small nod. “I just—I want to take care of you.”

“You want to take care of me?” he asks with furrowed brows. His hands are still heavy at your sides, and you reach down to grasp at his wrists. He lets you guide him onto his back, lets you straddle his hips and hover yourself over where you need him most.

He’s looking at you through half-lidded eyes as you bring yourself onto his cock, using your anchored hands to slide him back and forth between your lips. You’re already wet—have been since the moment he carried you to the bed—so he slips through with an easy slick. The head of his cock kisses your clit on one rock of your hips, sending a tingle through your core that makes you bow your head. He groans too, responding with a buck that shifts you higher up his pelvis.

“Love,” he sighs before pressing forward to kiss your lips. When he speaks again, he does so softly. “Let me taste you.”

“Mmmm,” you mumble, trying to temper your voice from whining. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you remember?” You squeeze his wrists in reminder, though you know he could easily break free. 

He smiles at the same thought. “I remember, but—” he wriggles his hands from your grasp to settle at your hips. “I think the best way for you to take care of me—” he lets out a small hiss when he lifts you off him, guiding you to turn around so you’re facing away from him. You lick your lips at the sight of his heavy cock straining against his stomach, but you’re cut off by a swift tug that pulls you back.

“Is to give me what I want.” The last few words are hummed against your skin as his lips trace the inside of your thighs. He’s taking his time nipping around the soft skin, tending to each mark with a soothing hum. Every movement is slow, purposeful, too much so for your growing impatience. You reach to run a light finger over a vein on his cock in hopes of provoking him, but he only tightens his hold on your legs. Even with you closer to his mouth, he’s still lingering around where you need him the most.

“Cheol,” you whine, pushing your hips back. “Don’t tease.”

He licks a quick stripe up the length of your lips, making you gasp and buck your hips back. His mouth is gone too soon, leaving only his hands to anchor you from seeking his tongue again. 

“What I want, remember?” 

“Fuck.”

It sounds like a promise he would make when he’s feeling indulgent, with no other goal than to get you begging. So it comes unexpected when he pulls your body down at the same time his neck cranes up. His mouth lands hot on your center, tongue pushing through to lick at your core. You blink your eyes close with a moan as his attention moves to your clit, his tongue landing quick flicks on it. The pressure’s delicious, a burning heat that makes your toes curl into the sheets. You feel as if you can cave in on yourself and still remember the imprints of his mouth. It’s so generous—the way this bliss always consumes you—that you don’t realize that his hips are moving in tandem to yours, have been for some time.

His cock is somehow even harder than before, following the path of his hips with a heaviness that makes your mouth water. You know tonight is for him, but you also think you won’t make it to see to his pleasure if you don’t feel him on your tongue.

And you can’t help the pride that streaks straight from your core to your heart when he groans at the welcome of your mouth. You start off slow—kitten licks across his slit to hear more of his muffled sounds until you wrap your lips around his head. He sucks your clit in response, thrumming over your bud with an insistent tongue when you begin to guide him further to the back of your mouth.

You begin a slow bob up and down, easing your mouth further down him each time. Your hand works his base, twisting up the smooth skin with help from the wetness dribbling from your mouth. He’s thick enough that you can’t wrap your palm completely around him, but you try anyway, eager to not leave any part of his cock untouched.

He breathes it into your thigh, where you can already feel slick smearing. “You taste so good, love. Love when you let me taste you like this. Want you just like this when you come.”

All you can do is moan around his cock and hope he can taste how wet you are. You ease your mouth off to catch your breath, your hand replacing it to set a steady rhythm up and down his cock. It’s a comfortable pace with the wetness from your mouth, and for a few moments it’s just this—the sound of your hand and his tongue warming the room.

Your whine breaks the tempo at the feel of his fingers joining his tongue before slipping into your core. He enters easily with two fingers, pulling a quiet squelch when he’s up to his knuckles. His fingers aren’t moving, waiting for you to adjust to the fullness, but you need him to move. Need him to curl his fingers and sink back and forth into you so some of the tension in your lower stomach can be relieved. He’s taking his time however, pulling out until he’s mid-knuckle and pushing back in as if trying to gauge how much you can take.

You fit his cock back into your mouth in hopes of encouraging him to move. He must get the hint the moment he hits the back of your throat because he pushes both fingers into you with a groan and begins a punishing pace. If his other hand weren’t still secured on your hip, you would’ve squirmed away from how he’s hitting that one spot with practiced expertise. With the way your thighs are beginning to shake, you don’t know how much longer you can handle before you buckle under his fingers and tongue.

You pull off his cock to release the whine that’s pushing past your lips. “Cheol, too—too much,” you moan. It is too much—his fingers fucking into you as if his tongue weren’t already undoing you from the core. Your forehead lolls to rest on his thigh, your hand around his base nearly forgotten because you’re so close. Just the sounds of his wet sucks on your clit could have you coming with a cry. They make you greedy, make you want to bury his face deeper into your core until he can’t remember anything but the taste of your slick on his lips.

His mouth leaves your heat at your words, though his fingers maintain their steady thrusts in and out. “Too much?” he says, words muffled by your thighs. “Want me to stop?” 

“No—I.” Your hips push down to find his mouth again. When he flicks at your clit, you mumble into his skin. “Just want you to make me come. Need you to.”

His hips jerk at your voice—a seemingly unspoken acknowledgement to your request by the way he adds a third finger into your pussy with a squelch. You feel full, as if you’ll always have a reminder of him in the pits of your lower stomach, and it makes you drunk to imagine what his cock will feel like. Stretching you somehow more than his fingers, dragging out of you until you can see what a mess you’ve made on him. Your hand tightens around his cock at the thought.

He groans when he feels your pussy mirroring your hand, clenching around his fingers. “I got you. You can come for me.”

You mewl at his words, moving your hips in time to his thrusting fingers. He curls them to a new angle that makes you drop your head to his leg again, and when he meets the spot with a suck of your clit, the bubble in your lower stomach bursts into hot white. Your legs give out beneath you just as his fingers pull out for support. With his hands keeping you stable, you tremble against his tongue for several thuds of your heartbeat, until you can lift yourself upright onto your forearms.

You know he’ll keep you like this, wave after wave of pleasure thrumming through you until you can’t distinguish the beginning of him and end of you. So you untangle yourself from him as quickly as your sluggish limbs will allow. You turn to face him, not quite letting yourself press into his pelvis.

“Good?” he asks, cheeks flushed and lips wet. Even after all these years, you’ll never quite get over the vision of Cheol stained with love.

You can’t resist leaning down and kissing his cheek, which warms underneath your lips. 

“More than good. Always my favorite.” Your hand brushes a strand of hair that’s fallen into his eyes. “Want to make you come though.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle at your words. “Want to make you come again though.”

You shoot him a warning glance. “I’m taking care of you, remember?” you say, raising onto your knees and placing your hands onto the planes of his chest. The skin’s smooth and taut, and when you run your palm over the left side, you can feel the unmistakable beat of his heart—a stamp you hope will never fade from your memory.

“As if I can forget,” he replies with a smile. “Not every day the queen takes care of you.”

His hands squeeze your waist to signal he’s ready, so you still your roaming hands. There are still traces of your orgasm on your thighs, along with pinkened reminders of where his lips travelled. You know the moment you tuck him between you, you’ll be even more sensitive, your pussy snug around the part of him you’ve missed so much. So you lower onto his cock with care, gaze locked on how he disappears beneath your hair. A quick glance at his face shows that he’s focused on where you’re joined as well. His teeth are worrying his bottom lip as you sink down, welcoming him with a slow slide. There’s a soft squelch when you near his base, and you can see wetness already gathering by his curls. 

“Cheol,” you let out a shaky breath as he bottoms out. He’s deep, deeper than you remember him being, but it’s been a few weeks since he’s filled you like this. You lean into your hands to lift yourself up, but his hands grip your thighs before you can shift.

His lips are parted enough so you can hear his sharp exhales. “Love,” he says, cutting off when you lean forward to place your forearms on either side of his head. A low grumble vibrates through his chest, and you can’t resist dropping a kiss to the tip of his nose. “You have to stay still for a little or I’m going to come.” He grits his teeth when you settle your hips further back, somehow taking even more of him.

A warning flashes in his eyes, stopping your movements. “Okay, okay,” you whisper, the traces of a smile forming on your lips. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

You hide your grin by taking his mouth, pushing your tongue in to try to distract yourself from the fullness you feel. His lips are giving, letting your mouth take the lead to nip and sip. He tastes like you, something that makes your center flutter. You wonder if he tastes himself on you, if he likes it too.

He kisses you for a few more moments, momentarily diverting your attention from the ache in your core. The gentle bite that lands on your bottom lip however, makes your hips twitch forward. It’s a small motion, but the way his cock shifts in you has you moving one hand down to grip at his bicep.

“Please tell me I can move soon,” you mumble with a squeeze to his arm.

Cheol’s mouth moves to trace over your cheek, toward your ear. “Yeah, yeah,” he breathes, tickling the hairs on your neck. “Move, baby.”

You place a kiss on his jaw before bracing your hands on his chest to lift up. His hands are stroking around your hips, digging into the little notches for a better hold. He’s not guiding you so much as grounding you, making sure that every sink of your hips has you meeting his curls.

There’s nothing rushed about the first moments he’s in you. It’s not until his hands begin to wander, or the ache between your legs begins to throb, that your pace starts hardening. In the nascent bits though, you’re relearning how his body fits in yours. So you take your time raising yourself until only his tip remains in you, and sliding down slowly enough to watch your wetness trail down with you.

He doesn’t demand more from you than this gradual pace, but you can sense his growing sense of urgency by his hands. Once again, they begin their journey of the terrain of your skin, leaving a searing trail in their path. Up the smooth of your stomach, over the swell of your breasts to tease at your nipples, up the length of your collarbone to the base of your neck. It makes it difficult to concentrate on him, when there’s so much of his focus on you.

Intent on his pleasure, as well as soothing your burning thighs, you brace your hands on his stomach and push your hips forward instead of up. You feel his body cave in in surprise at the sudden change, your body now grinding against his with a purpose.

“L—love, so good,” he groans. “Feel so good when you’re like thi—.” He cuts off with a moan when you squeeze yourself around him.

“Yeah?” you breathe, arching into him with a moan when your clit bumps against the base of his cock. You grind back to press forward again, chasing after the familiar tingle up your spine. Back and forth you rock, the slick leaking down between your thighs and onto Cheol’s skin fueling you to keep going despite your protesting legs. “Think you can come like this?”

“Y—yes,” he gasps, trailing his hands back down to your hips to help you move against him. The added strength of his hands angles your clit to rub against him. 

You’re struggling for breath, trying to stay upright by planting your palms against his chest, but the sight of him beneath you with eyes glossy is almost too much to bear. You can easily come just like this, have every urge to with the building pressure in your core. 

He can too. From the little dent that’s formed between his brows to his stuttering thighs, he’s nearly there too. It’s a chase for his orgasm that you will never be able to deprive him as long as you’re the one who can guide him to it.

So you push your own wave down and focus on having him come undone within you. You slow your hips just enough to lean over and rest your forearms by his face. Your pace quickens again to one almost punishing, the resounding thud of skin ringing through the air.

When you bend to kiss him, it’s gentle in comparison. Just a ghosting of lips, but it feels far more intimate. 

“Come for me, baby,” you say against his lips, feeling how his breath hitches in his throat. “I want to feel all of you.”

He breathes in response, tongue poking out to taste your lips. You purse your lips and suck at the tip while you push back with one last thrust, deeper than the rest, and he comes with a cry. A sticky warmth fills you up as you continue moving on him, hoping you can take everything he can give in the moment. His thumb makes its way to your clit and rubs in tight circles, persistent until you feel yourself quiver around him. You come with his thumb asking more from you, and you have to pull his hand away once you begin to feel too sensitive.

Your head hangs forward while you catch your breath. His cum always makes you feel dizzyingly full, and that paired with the flutters still radiating through your body, you’re relieved when he helps you off his cock. You don’t realize how heavy your limbs are until you topple over trying to swing your leg over his side.

“You’re going to kill me one day,” he laughs, bringing you into his arms so he can kiss your temple. His skin, as well as yours, is slippery with a sheen of sweat, and his cum has started to drip down the inside of your thigh. 

You throw an arm over his torso to pinch his side. “As long as it’s a good death,” you muse, smiling into his chest when he slaps at your hand. “Feel good though?”

“Mmmmm. Thank you for always taking care of me.” He places a kiss on your forehead. “Makes me want to take care.” 

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Blackberries (Adrinette April) Day 26: Sick day

Or see it on AO3: Blackberries 

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When Marinette walked into school on Monday morning, she kind of wished she had taken a sick day, because the hottest topic of conversation was Coccinelle and Lynx and the new Bee and Fox miraculous holders. As she walked to Madame Bustier’s classroom, she couldn’t help looking around and wondering if one of the students around her was Coccinelle or Lynx. It could’ve been anyone.

‘This sucks,’ she thought to Adrien, who had already arrived at the classroom. Rather than wait outside for Marinette like he usually did, he’d been dragged into the school by an overly excited Alya.

‘It’s frustrating,’ Adrien thought in agreement. ‘But maybe, with time, it’ll get a little easier and we won’t wonder as much.’

Marinette had her doubts about that. Any attempts at getting Tikki to give so much as a hint about Coccinelle’s identity had been met with either silence or polite refusals or, last night when she had pushed Tikki too far, a gentle scolding about respecting privacy. Adrien had also asked Plagg about Lynx a few times, but Plagg usually just laughed at him and refused to say anything.

“Marinette, there you are!” Alya cried as Marinette slid the door to their classroom open.

“Uh – what?” Marinette said, freezing and wondering if her phone had lied and she was late.

‘You’re not late. Alya is just going crazy,’ Adrien thought, waving to her from where he was still sitting beside Chloé in the front row. Chloé wasn’t there yet.

“Did you read my newest article on the Ladyblog?” Alya demanded, practically jumping down the stairs to shove her phone in Marinette’s face. “Look! It has over two hundred thousand views already! That’s over twice as many views as I got from Lila’s interview!”

“Wow,” Marinette said, gently easing Alya’s phone away from her nose. “That’s really cool! And of course I read it, but my mom made me help in the bakery all day yesterday. We were slammed. I didn’t get a chance to text you.”

“Sure, yeah,” Alya said absently, all of her attention on her blog as she hit the refresh button again. Marinette slipped by and made her way up to her desk, thankful that Lila wasn’t there yet either. Maybe she would be lucky and Lila would be the one who was out sick.

“Good morning, Marinette,” Nino said.

“Hi Nino,” Marinette said with a smile, taking her seat. “Long weekend?”

Nino just sighed. “Let’s just say I’m kinda glad that Alya and I have shields up,” he whispered, leaning towards Marinette. “All she’s been talking about nonstop is that article she wrote.”

“Ouch,” Marinette said, who was well acquainted with exactly how obsessed Alya could get. She suddenly found herself grateful that she had been preoccupied all weekend. Listening to Alya drone on about Ladybug was awkward enough. She really didn’t want to have to listen to endless theories about the new Bee and Fox too!

“So do you think there’ll be an akuma attack today?” Alya demanded, throwing herself down in her seat. She looked from Marinette to Nino to Adrien, clearly expecting an answer. Marinette looked at Nino and shrugged, so Nino turned hopefully to Adrien. Adrien sighed.

“Uh – we don’t know,” he said at last. “I don’t think anyone but Hawkmoth knows that.”

“But I need someone to get akumatized!” Alya cried.

“Alya!” Nino said. “That’s awful.”

Alya scrunched her face up. “I know, but how else am I going to find out more about Coccinelle and Lynx?” she asked, dramatically flopping over the desk. “If they’re anything like Ladybug and Chat Noir, they’ll only come out when there’s an akuma or when they’re on patrol. And who even knows if they’re going to be doing patrols? I just have so many questions I want to ask!”

“It’s very unlikely that they’re going to tell you what you want to know even if you do get to see them,” Marinette pointed out.

“You don’t know that. I can be very persuasive,” Alya said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“What do you even want to know?” Adrien asked.

“Everything! I want to know why Ladybug and Chat Noir stopped being heroes, I want to know who Coccinelle and Lynx are, I still want to know who Ladybug and Chat Noir are – I want to know it all!” Alya proclaimed.

“Why don’t you just ask Lila?” Marinette said before she could stop herself.

“Why would Lila know?” Alya asked, puzzled.

“Well, you said Lila and Ladybug are best friends. If Ladybug doesn’t have the Ladybug miraculous anymore, then surely she would’ve told Lila who she was so they could keep hanging out,” Marinette said in the most innocent voice she could muster. “Lila probably knows all the details now.”

Adrien was hard-pressed to restrain a smirk as Alya’s eyes lit up. ‘You’re evil,’ he thought.

‘You know it,’ Marinette thought smugly. She was extremely curious to find out what Lila would say in response to that. Though knowing Lila and the wild stories she could pull out of mid-air, she’d probably make something up about Ladybug having to flee Paris unexpectedly. After all, it wasn’t like Lika could give the name of someone. Not unless she had someone willing to lie for her…

“That’s a great idea!” Alya burst out. “Maybe she’d be willing to do another interview!”

Nino was smiling at Alya’s enthusiasm. “You won’t know until you ask. And there’s your chance.” He nodded to the door and Marinette turned to look as Lila walked into the room. Chloé, Sabrina, and Ivan were right behind her.

“Hi Lila!” Alya said.

“Hi,” Lila said, making her way up to her desk.

“Did you see the Ladyblog this weekend?” Alya asked.

“Yeah,” Lila said slowly. “Why?” She looked from Alya to Nino to Adrien before settling on Marinette, her eyes narrowed. It was obvious that she knew something was up, but she wasn’t sure what. Marinette couldn’t help a small smirk.

“I wanted to know if you’d do another interview!” Alya said, and it was wonderful to see the way that Lila froze.

“Another interview? Why?” Lila asked.

“Because you’re Ladybug’s best friend, of course! You’ve got the inside scoop on why she’s no longer a superhero,” Alya said. “And maybe even on her identity?” She looked hopefully at Lila.

‘This is great,’ Adrien thought gleefully.

‘She looks totally panicked,’ Marinette thought, biting her lip to hold a smile in.

“U-um… I’ll have to see…” Lila said, clearly trying to think fast. “Ladybug, she – she doesn’t really want me spreading her secrets…”

“But she’s not Ladybug anymore,” Nino said. “Hey, maybe you could even introduce us!”

“That would be amazing!” Marinette chimed in, unable to resist.

“I’d like to meet her too,” Adrien added.

“So would I,” Chloé said, setting her backpack down behind Asrien. “You did say on the blog that you’d do more interviews. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans, right?”

“Of – of course not,” Lila said weakly.

“Speaking of blogs, did you guys see the picture of Marinette and Adrien?” Chloé went on, turning to Alya and Nino.

“No,” Alya said, looking baffled by the fact that Chloé was speaking to her.

“You need to see it. They look like the perfect couple,” Chloé gushed, pulling her phone out and turning it on. She aimed it at Alya and Nino – and, Marinette realized, at Lila, who took one look at the photo and went white. Then she flushed red with anger.

‘Remind me to bake Chloé a dozen cookies,’ Marinette thought.

‘She deserves way more than just a dozen,’ Adrien thought. ‘I almost feel bad for enjoying this.’

“Wow, that is a great picture,” Alya said, impressed.

“Excuse me,” Lila mumbled, grabbing her backpack. She rushed down the steps and out the door.

“Oh, poor Lila,” Alya said, her smile immediately falling. “Seeing you guys together is so hard for her.”

Chloé put her hands on her hips. “And why would that be?” she asked tightly.

Alya awkwardly glanced over her shoulder at Marinette. “Ah, well…”

“If the next words out of your mouth have anything to do with soulmates, then save it,” Chloé sneered. “You call yourself a journalist, but you’re really failing to check your sources. I’ve never heard of an ethical and genuine journalist that ignores an established source of information for pure clickbait bullshit.”

“Watch it, Chloé,” Nino said warningly.

“Shut it, Lahiffe. This doesn’t concern you,” Chloé said haughtily. “Everyone, listen up!” She yelled that last part, and everyone in the class turned to look at them.

“What is it?” Alix said.

“At first I thought it was funny, but now I’m sick of it and so I’m putting this dumb rumor to rest. Adrien Agreste and Lila Rossi are not soulmates. Whatever Rossi thinks she feels towards him is all in her head,” Chloé said. Adrien’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

“How do you know?” Alya demanded.

Chloé glared at her. “Because Adrien and I have been friends since we were children. I know what his words are, and I guarantee you that Rossi did not, and never will, say them.”

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Kitty Cat and Tweety Bird (Part 2) - Jason Todd

Gif: Dxnninja on Tenor

Word Count: 3.5K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Jason Todd likes both sides of Y/N Kyle, civilian and alter-ego. Bruce can’t help but think there is something familiar about his new intern.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

Tagging: @bella-0104-123 @ninergirl1d @httpfandxms @rosybrock @attackonnat @reclusive-chicken-nugget   @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @young-psychos @thesleepykaijuu @thescottpack @nightlygiggles @rougestorms @sinon36

Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird Part 1 | Masterlist | Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird Part 3

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Jason loved hanging out with Y/N, both versions of her – civilian self and alter-ego. Of course, he knew Y/N Kyle was Lynx, there was no way two people in Gotham were that incredible, and he would recognise those Y/E/C eyes everywhere. He loved that she was cheeky and playful and always grinning – like the cat that got the cream! If only he could tell her that she knew she was Lynx and that he was Robin, but when Jason first became Robin, Bruce warned him to never tell anyone who he was, never put anyone in danger, protect them, so that’s what Jason did – he kept the fact he was Robin to himself and didn’t even let himself hint to Y/N that he knew she was Lynx. In fact, Jason hadn’t even told Bruce he knew who was under the mask of Lynx. It was better to be safe than sorry, he decided, and anyway Jason could deal with keeping the secret, it meant he got to spend more time with Y/N, in a sense, like now, when he was on the phone with her as she was trying to find an outfit for her first day at her internship.

“Okay, how about a blouse?” Y/N asked through the phone, “its vertical black and white stripes.”

“Y/N, I honestly don’t think Bruce will care what you wear.”

“I know,” she whined. Jason could just imagine her huffing and throwing the blouse on her bed, then pushing her hair back. “This is just so important to me – I don’t want him or anyone else to think I’m a charity case.”

“No one will think that,” Jason assured her in a gentle voice, “and so fucking what if they do?”

“Cause my whole life as always been ‘oh, you’re the daughter of a single mother who was a street kid?’ and it’s exhausting to deal with,” Y/N explained. “They seem to think that because of Mum’s background that they know me, and my mother. Mum isn’t a street kid anymore, she’s worked hard to give me a good life. Just once I want to be able to go into something without someone judging me beforehand.”

“Bruce would never judge you,” Jason said firmly, “he might be a billionaire but that doesn’t mean he’s heartless – Alfred told me that there was a girl Bruce was like totally in love with growing up who was a street kid, he took in Dick Grayson, a circus kid, and me, who spent all his time jacking cars and grew up on a barstool, there is no way Bruce will think you aren’t worth his time, and there is certainly no way he will judge you before meeting you. Anyway, all I’ve told him about you is your first name and what you’re like and how you’d be perfect for this internship. It’ll be fine, trust me.”

“Okay…” Y/N sighed, seemingly calming down, but Jason knew her better than that, he knew that she was chewing on her thumbnail from nerves.

“How’d you mum react when you told her?” Jason asked her as he laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Took a bit of convincing to get her to agree, but she’s sort of onboard now, or at least has made her peace with the fact I want to do this.”

“Why was she against it?” Jason asked. Y/N’s end went silent for a minute.

“It’s Bruce Wayne,” Y/N said carelessly, “The Womanizer of Gotham.”

“Come on, I know Bruce’s type,” Jason laughed a little, “No offence Y/N/N, but ‘old enough to be her father’ isn’t really up Bruce’s alley.”

“None took – kinda flattered really,” Y/N teased, “but you can’t blame her for being a little concerned. How many women has he left heartbroken?”

“I’ve never met your mother,” Jason said, changing the subject, wanting to stop Y/N from worrying about the start of her internship, “what’s she like?”

“Protective,” Y/N said.

“That’s a given.”

“I don’t know, Jason,” Y/N said, “she’s my mum… she’s loving, and she’s someone I can rely on, and that I know I can talk to. Hard-worker. She’s so strong, the toughest person I’ve ever known. She wants to keep me safe.”

“Your mother sounds nice,” Jason said smiling at the description of Y/N’s mother. “What’s her name?”

“Selina.”

“Selina Kyle,” Jason repeated to himself, “cool name!”

What Jason didn’t say was that the name sounded familiar to him. Selina Kyle. Maybe he read it somewhere. Maybe Alfred said it once in passing. Maybe he met her once and had forgotten, but the name was familiar to him somehow.

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The first day of Y/N’s internship was one which filled her with nerves. In the end, her mother helped her find the perfect outfit – a black dress and a blazer with flat black shoes. Armed with a notepad and a pen, Y/N waited at Bruce Wayne’s office to greet the man. She tapped her pen against the pad as she waited. She occupied herself with looking up and down the corridor, trying to spot her new boss, then, there he was.

Bruce Wayne was exactly as she imagined him to be and wearing a crisp expensive Italian suit and shoes. Bruce was about the same age as her mother was, and now Y/N knew he was Batman she noticed smaller things that many people wouldn’t – there was a scar on his chin, small and almost invisible, and there were a few grazes on his knuckles. There were other things too. Yeah, now Y/N saw it, how Bruce Wayne was Batman. He walked down the hall, talking with an executive of the company as he did, clearly not paying attention for he did not see Y/N standing there waiting for him and glided right past her. Y/N started jogging to catch up with him.

“Mr Wayne! Mr Wayne!” Y/N called as she jogged.

“Not now,” Bruce said, barely glancing at her, “busy.”

“Yes, I do understand that, Mr Wayne,” Y/N said, “but I’m the new intern, technically your assistant.”

“That’s nice,” Bruce waved Y/N back.

“And I wanted to introduce myself,” Y/N continued, “I’m the girl Jason Todd recommended, Y/N, his lab partner.”

The mention of Jason Todd caused Bruce to stop walking; the executive walked forward two more steps before realizing Bruce wasn’t by his side. Bruce turned to Y/N and walked up to her, studying her closely. He took in her hair, her face, her clothing, the manicure her mother insisted on treating her to before her first day, and her shoes. He looked at the pad and pen in her hand. He leaned down a little to get a closer look of the young woman, frowning a little as he did, as though trying to place his finger on something but couldn’t. Bruce decided it was all in his head and stood up as he smiled a little at his new intern.

“You’re the lab partner?” He stated. His voice lifted a little as though there was a chuckle in his throat. Bruce looked at Y/N again, softer this time.

“He’s told you about me?” Y/N rose her eyebrows in shock.

“Yes,” Bruce chuckled a little, “all good - I can assure you, Y/N.” Bruce turned to the executive and waved him off. The executive nodded and walked off. “According to Jason, you are smart, independent, charming, strong-willed and stubborn, and also very pretty.”

“Oh…” Y/N blushed and coughed, shocked to hear Jason’s description of her, “didn’t think he was such a sap,” Y/N faked a laugh, trying to play off her reaction. Her cheeks were still a bright red and she was biting back a small smile. It felt nice to know that Jason looked at her in such a good light, that he held her in such high regard. Bruce just looked at her and smiled, laughing to himself.

“You’re an incredible young woman, Y/N,” Bruce nodded, “I’m not surprised in the slightest that Jason holds you to such high accord.” Bruce offered his hand out to Y/N to shake, which she took. “It will be an honour to work with you, Y/N.”

Y/N was taken back at the words said by Bruce. Bruce Wayne thought she was incredible, that it would be an honour to work with her.

“Thank you, Mr Wayne,” Y/N blurted out, “I cannot wait to work with you either.”

“Bruce, please, Mr Wayne was my father,” Bruce smiled.

“Yes, sorry, Bruce.” Y/N apologised.

“Nothing to apologise for, Y/N,” Bruce waved it off. “It’ll be nice to have you around. There is something about you that reminds me of someone I used to know – I just can’t place my finger on what it is or who it is though.”

“Well, things like that happen,” Y/N said, it being her turn to wave a topic off. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about her mother, but then decided no, however, Selena did say that she knew Bruce was Batman – how could that be if they didn’t know each other? ‘Later’ Y/N thought ‘that’s a problem for later’. Right now, Y/N had to worry about her new internship, and not about her mother and Bruce’s past together, if there even was a past together.

“I have a feeling you will fit in at Wayne Enterprises very well,” Bruce assured her with a firm nod.

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“Surprise!” said a voice behind Y/N. She turned with a small jump to see Jason standing there with a large, stupidly happy grin on his face. Y/N laughed and hugged Jason, who engulfed her in his arms, swaying her back and forth before letting her go.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked him.

“Well,” Jason said, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I know it’s our lunch break so I wanted to come by and see if I could buy you something to eat, can you spare a minute?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course she can,” Y/N and Jason turned to see Bruce standing in the door of his office, looking at the pair with a faint smile on his lips. “Go and have lunch on me,” Bruce said as he pulled some money from his pockets, “I insist,” he said as he saw Jason and Y/N both start shaking their heads at the money. Bruce put the money into Jason’s hand and ushered the pair towards the lift, pressing the button and pushing the pair into the lift when the doors opened. When the doors closed on them, Jason pushed the button and they started laughing like crazy.

“Oh my god,” Y/N gasped for air, “what’s with him?”

“The subtly of a blow torch, right?” Jason laughed.

“Tell me about it.”

“So, what’s Bruce been like so far?” Jason asked as he leaned against the wall of the elevator, looking at Y/N.

“Nice,” Y/N nodded, “good.” She grinned a little, “so, I’m pretty, huh?”

“Oh god, he told you that!” Jason groaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Y/N chuckled as the doors opened on the ground floor. She walked out and called over her shoulder as she did, “you’re not too bad yourself, Jason Todd!”

Jason blinked and stared after her, rooted to the spot for a second before running after her.

“Really?”

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Jason and Y/N strolled through the park, stopping at a hot dog cart where Jason bought them lunch – a hot dog and a pretzel each. They ate as they walked, eventually stopping at a bench and sitting down.

“I like your dress,” Jason said gesturing to her outfit. “Good choice.”

“Thanks,” Y/N smiled, “my mum and I spent ages tearing through my wardrobe trying to find something – couldn’t find anything that went with this blazer or my shoes, so Mum found this old dress from her wardrobe.”

“It’s nice, fits you perfectly,” Jason nodded. “You look really nice… pretty…”

“That’s sweet of you, Jason.” Y/N said allowing her hair to hide her face, which was turning red. Never in her life was Y/N ever this shy around a boy, but Jason wasn’t like the other boys she knew. Jason was kind. Jason was honest. Jason knew what it was to be a vigilante, even if she couldn’t tell him. Jason listened to her, understood her. Jason was a rarity in this world.

“Look, about what Bruce told you,” Jason sighed, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

“It didn’t,” Y/N assured him, “I like you too,” she confessed.

Jason smiled and slowly slid his hand into hers, rubbing his thumb over the back of Y/N’s hand. Y/N didn’t hide her face this time when she blushed, she met Jason’s gentle gaze and smiled back.

“So… now what?” Jason asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” she said in a small voice, feeling strangely vulnerable, “but I want to know.”

“Me too.”

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“Hey there, Kitty Cat,” Robin grinned as Y/N looked up to the ledge where he was perched, watching her. Y/N rolled her eyes as Robin back flipped and landed in front of her. He stepped forward looking at her from under his fringe.

“Why are you chirping, Tweety-Bird?” Y/N teased as she drifted by.

“No particular reason,” he shrugged, jogging to catch up with her. “Just happy to see you tonight.”

“It’s nice to see you too,” Y/N smiled as she looked at Robin. Her mind was screaming with joy, like a child who had just been given the present at Christmas they had been begging for all year – Jason Todd was such a genuinely good guy and all she wanted to do was take off her mask, grab him by the stupid cape and kiss him. She holds herself back though. “I like it when you drop by, Robin.”

“Oh my god,” Robin exaggerated a gasp, “Did the infamously cold Lync just say something nice?”

“Don’t make me regret it,” Y/N playfully groaned.

“No take-backs,” he said, tapping her nose with his gloved finger, “I like seeing you too,” he confessed when Y/N swatted him away. “You’re a cool chick.”

“You’re a sweet guy,” she admitted, “even if you are a bit of a pain.”

“Aw, shucks,” Robin teased, “you’re making me blush here, Kitty Cat.”

“I know, I know, I’m liquid sugar,” Y/N hit his shoulder, “so sweet I cause cavities, call the dentist.”

“Amazing how even when you’re being nice, you’re still insanely sarcastic,” Robin chuckled with a shake of his head.

“It’s who I am, Tweety Bird,” Y/N flashed a grin, “and you love me for it.”

“Yes I do,” Robin smiled. Y/N didn’t notice Robin watching her closely, smiling at every little thing she did, every time she brushed her hair back, every time she turned her head, everything she did made him smile. He was a sucker for her, no denying it.

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When Jason returned to Bruce’s side after leaving Lynx, Bruce didn’t have a chance to interrogate him over where he had been. Bruce had no clue his newest intern was a vignette, and Jason hoped to keep it that way, at least for a while.

“Quick,” Bruce said gesturing for Jason to climb into the Batmobile, “Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn are at the Gotham City Vaults.”

“Robbing the place?” Jason asked as he buckled up and Bruce hit the gas to speed off.

“No, renting a vault,” Bruce snapped, “what’d you think, Jason?”

“Alright, alright,” Jason rolled his eyes as Bruce, as Batman sped through the streets of Gotham.  “Any idea what they’re going after or just a general robbery.”

“Joker, reportedly, keeps a lot of his funds there,” Bruce explained, “and since Harley and he split and now we’ve got an alert his ex is robbing the place, I’m going to assume that those reports are right and Harley and her gal pals want a piece of his stuff.”

“Well,” Jason pondered, “why not let them? Joker’s an ass, at least those three have a bit more of a moral code than him, and well not like those two can go through divorce court to split custody of things.”

“It’s not about that, Jason,” Bruce sighed, “this could lead to two things, firstly, those girls aren’t causing problems on the street, second, this could bring us closer to taking down Joker once and for all.”

They pulled up to the vaults and jumped into action, running to find the three women, The Gotham City Sirens. The women in question were ransacking a large vault filled with jewels, gold, cash and more.

“Holy Crap,” Catwoman said as she filled her bag with emeralds and gold chains before grabbing a stack of cash and running her thumb over the edge of the money. “Why did we wait this long to rob your dumbass ex?”

“Gawd knows,” Harley called out as she pulled out a fur coat and draped it over her shoulders, turning to Ivy, her new beau, and grinning wildly, “how’d I look, hun?”

Ivy at first attempted to keep a cold appearance with a sigh and roll of the eye, but gave up quickly when seeing the grin on Harley’s face. Harley had struck a glamour pose and turned to Ivy with such a look of pride on her face for finding the coat that Ivy couldn’t resist but smile to her love.

“Just lovely, Harley,” Ivy nodded before going back to stuffing her bag, “now, quick, we don’t want to get caught.”

Harley huffed and pouted before grabbing other things to throw in her bag. Stupid police always ruin their fun, and if not the stupid police then stupid Batman with that stupid sidekick of his. Stupid people ruining their fun!

Catwoman, however, was nervous. Y/N would do anything to keep her mum and aunties safe, and Catwoman did not want her daughter to get wrapped up in her messes. Selina chose to be Catwoman, and she was prepared for the risks that came with that.

“Hurry,” Catwoman said, “they’re here.” She heard them running down the hall towards herself and her friends. The Sirens ran from the room and headed the other direction, with Batman and Robin hot on their tails. They managed to get outside of the building only to find themselves in a dead-end. “Shit!” Catwoman huffed as she looked around to try and find a way out of their trap. The three women turned around to see Batman and Robin approaching them. Selina sighed and thought of Y/N – she would be home by this time and wondering where her mother was.

“Don’t move,” Batman called. Selina met his eyes and thought of the boy she once knew, Bruce Wayne, and the promise he made upon returning to Gotham that he would never leave again – to her surprise, he kept that promise. Suddenly a smoke bomb dropped down from above and Batman and Robin couldn’t be seen.

“UP HERE!” Called a voice. Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn all peered up to see the face of Y/N in the disguise of Lynx, grinning proudly down at them, “you wanna hang around for the smoke to clear and get dragged to the police, or you wanna come?” Y/N said throwing her claw hook down for them to climb up. They all did, one by one, and by the time they had reached the top, the smoke had cleared. Batman and Robin stood and stared in shock as the Sirens dropped to the other side of the high wall and Lynx gave them both an awkward wave before disappearing herself.

“What the hell?” Said Robin, staring after Lynx and her uncharacteristic move to help criminals rather than stop them.

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“I thought Lynx was on our side,” Bruce said as he and Jason sat in the Batcave. Alfred had decided to join them and listened closely to all the conversation.

“She is,” Jason assured him, “I don’t know what possessed her tonight, really I don’t. I tried to find her afterwards to talk to her about it, but I couldn’t catch up with her – she and Catwoman disappeared together.”

“Catwoman?” Alfred frowned, “Strange pairing.”

“We’ve found Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn going on a date nights, the fact that two alter-egos who go by feline names ran in the same direction is nothing,” Jason said, although he was still confused as to why Y/N helped an infamous jewel thief escape capture when she had such a strong sense of justice. 

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“I know I was supposed to be home,” Y/N said to her mother once they got home, “but I saw a message Jason got as Robin about helping Batman capture you and I knew I had to do something.”

“Baby,” Selina took off her mask and cupped her daughter’s face, “Kitten,” she sighed, “that was very reckless, so stupid if it went wrong,” Y/N looked down, ready to be scolded, “but I am so grateful that you were willing to rescue me and your aunties,” Selina said. Y/N looked up and met her mother’s gaze, “thank you Y/N that was very brave, but please don’t put yourself in danger unless absolutely needed.”

“I won’t, mum,” Y/N promised, “I promise.”

“Good,” Selina sighed with relief “Kitten, you mean the absolute world to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

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Adrien Augreste: Shapeshift

Nobody had expected it. It was something so fast that noone really noticed it until it was too late. But somehow, there were no humans at sight, just animals wherever a human had been standing just minutes before. Additionally, there were trees and other plants instead of buildings and cars.

Three hours ago, Adrien had been attending with his friends to the Lion King's remake prémiere, wanting to have a good time. Everybody had loved the original film and had hopes for this CGI animation remake, but came out of the cinema two hours later quite disappointed because of the so many errors and differences had the film with the original version.

They decided to chew off their disappointment with some fast food and went straight to the nearest Mad Canold's to buy it. Then, they had to wait a long time in an incredibly long queue before they could even order the food and had to wait once again until everyone had their respective food. So fast for a so called fast food.

Thus, they sat down and begun to eat, discussing about the worst psrts of the film or that real life animals can actually do some facial expressions to express how are they feeling. Until then, everything was still normal and everyone was having fun. They found André and bought some of his famous ice creams, but when they were about to eat their ice creams, it happened.

Trees began to grow everywhere, slowly replacing any trace of man made objects until they were surrounded by a jungle. At the same time, everyone transformed into random animals, being confused as they didn't notice the change but saw themselves surrounded by other animals.

In Adrien's case, he simply jumped when he saw himself surrounded by a panther, a wolf, a dog, a fox, a coyote, a crocodile and a giant turtle. Simultaniously, those animals also showed signs of fear and some of them also jumped or in the turtle case, hide in his shell. After the initial shock, the animals seemed wary of the others, but didn't move a single paw until they saw there also was a baboon were André was standing a moment before.

"My precious ice cream stand! Where it is? Where am I? Why are there so many animals?" screamed the baboon as if he was André.

"A-Are you André?" asked the dog cautiously.

"A dog talking! What kind of akuma has attacked now?" exclaimed the baboon.

"A dog? But I'm Mar-" said the dog before she looked at her paws. "I'm a dog! Why am I a dog! I won't be able to design like this!"

"Okay, you're Mari without doubt" said the fox, getting some nods from the other animals. "So that means that everybody has been turned into animals. Wait, what kind of animal am I?"

"A fox" said the coyote. "But I have no idea of who you are".

" I'm Alya Mr. Coyote" said the foxy Alya. "Just to be sure, everybody say your names".

"Marinette" said the dog.

"Marin" said the wolf.

"André" said the baboon.

"Alen" said the coyote.

"Adrienne" said the panther.

"Nino" said the turtle.

"Nina" said the crocodile.

"Adrien" said the model.

"Okay so, Adrien is a big black cat, like some sort of wild cat, and Adrienne is a panther. Then Nina is a crocodile and Nino a giant turtle. Marin is a wolf and Mari a labrator. And then I'm a fox and my brother is a coyote? Cool, I've always wanted to shapeshift" said Alya.

"Isn't anyone else creeped out by this?" asked Nino the turtle.

"Not really Donatello" said the croc Nina.

"Guys, this is really not the moment, we should try to get somewhere safe where we can hide. And we should do it now, specially because Nino will surely take his time, no offense dude" said Marin.

"I hate being a turtle" huffed Nino and began to walk, moving faster than expected but still pretty slow.

"Good. Nina, you go behind him to bite anyone that tries to hurt him. Then Adrien, Mari and Alya, since you guys are the least dangerous animals, so you'll be pretty safe in case someone attack us. Adrienne and Alen, you two are pretty fast predators, so you'll stay behind to help. André, you'll climb the trees and use your baboon senses to detect danger from above. And I'll go behind to make sure noone is left behind, okay?" said Marin.

"Dude, your wolf side is showing" teased Alen. " But I'm glad to be part of your pack".

"Let's go guys, you've heard Marin. It'll be dangerous if we stay here more time" purred Adrienne.

They got into formation and slwoly avanced, following Nino's pace while looking around to find a refuge or any inmediate danger. They eventually found a pretty safe spot, a large cave without anyone inside. Everybody entered and Marinette sniffed the air, trying to find any hints of some other animals, but detected nothing. Once inside the cave, they realised that there could be people in danger right now and decided to found other people.

"Okay so, I think that we should send like three groups, one would scan the zone that surrounds this. Another should explore over the trees and a last group should explore a most vast territory" said labrator Mari.

"But there should also be someone capable of defending the cave" pointed the wolvy Marin.

"I know. I think Nina and André could defense the cave, Nina biting and André throwing rocks. Then, forthe scouts, Alya and Alen should stay in the nearest vicinity, Adrien and Adrienne are the only ones who can move fast over the trees and wolves and dogs are known for being long-distance runners, so Marin and I should scout the furthest area. Any complaints?" explained Mari-dog.

Everybody agreed and the designed scouts went outside to search for other people. Adrienne and Adrien hoped that noone would notice their disappearence and climbed to the top of a tree, making sure that nobody could see them. Once they were completely sure, they called upon their transformation, hoping that it would work. Luckily for them, their kwamis, that were hidden in their fur, transformed them, but instead of becoming humans again they turned into different animals.

Adrien turned into a lynx, but had his usual black leather mask on,as if someone could even recognise him. His ring was an his paw, it probably had been there the whole time. Adrienne turned into a jaguar with her mask also on its usual place. Their baton thought, was on their leg, where they could easily grab it with their mouth. Both looked perplexed, but this time they knew that the animal in front of them was the other twin. They quickly asked for their new appearence and sprung into action, searching for the akuma.

They first stopped by the cave, identifying themsleves before they were hit by a rock or bitten by Nina. Alya and Alen came with some puppies on their mouth, saying that those were apparently their quadruplet sisters, and were surprised and encouraged by the feline heroes presence. Then, a red andblack wolf and a dalmata with red fur instead of white appeared, identifying themselves as the bug heroes.

"M'Lady, M'Lord, did you had a fight? You two have a rather bloody appearence" said Kitty.

"I suppose your Kitty Noire" said Lordbug. " Don't worry, our kwamis did this when they transformed us".

"But how it comes you two are still feline? We've been turned into colorful dogs!" complained Ladydog.

"Well, everybody wants to be a cat, 'cause the cat's the only one, who knows where he's at. Everybody wants t-" sang Chat, but Ladybug softly hit him with her tail.

"Chat, now it'snot the moment for Aristocats. Please focus, we have to find an akuma that we don't even know how they look like. And I don't know if you've noticed, but using our weapons with our mouths isn't exactly easy. Swinging with the yoyo is almost a nightmare" scolded him Ladybug.

"And let's not talk about your Cataclysm, you'll have to stand up and run with two legs unless you want to cataclysm the whole world" said Lordbug.

"Great thing we have kwimens now. Oops, I forgot you two didn't" said Kitty teasingly.

"Hey, our kwamis said that you only got them because you two use your miraculous too much. I bet you two don't even have a kwagatama" protested Lordbug.

"A what?" asked Chat.

"It's something made of kwami saliva and the hair of their holders. It's a really important gift that shows the kwami apreciation towards their holder and has some misterious powers. Also, the kwamis get really offended if you don't apreciate it" explained Lordwolf.

 "Wow, sounds a bit nasty to be honest, but I get it. They can't precisely go and buy you something" said Kitty Noire.

"It's cute thought, I turned mine into a collar and I always wear it. It could easily be mistaken by a yang collar" said Ladybug.

"Shouldn't you go for the akuma?" asked Alya. "Don't get me wrong, I love learning things about you, but it's kinda weird to be a fox".

" Sorry, we totally got distracted. Let's go!" said Lynx Noir and ran away quite fast.

The cats leaped and climbed to the nearest tree branch, jumping from branch to branch while the bugs followed them closely running at ground level. They kept running, searching for any clues of the akuma, without having any luck. When they began to think that they didn't have any opportunity, they saw a familiar place that had a somewhat cartoonish style, as if it had been a real life copy of Timon and Pumba's house. Then, a song began to sound and everybody turned around to see a real life version of the simpatic friends of Simba, Timon and Pumba.

"Akuma mattata, what a wonderful phrase. Akuma mattata, thanks to Hawk Moth everything's great" sang Pumba.

"Just like this jungle, better than on some remaaaake" sang Timon.

"I think they are upset over the remake" whispered Chat.

"Great deduction Sherlock" said sarcastically Jaguar Noire.

"Stop it you two, we must focus on searching the akumatized object, or objects. We don't know if one is the akuma or the both of them are" scolded Ladywoof keeping her voice down.

"I think they don't have any pockets or something like that. Where is Pumba hiding the akuma? Please don't tell me it's anywhere near that dangerous smelly butt of his" said Chat.

"Okay but, aren't they rather harmless? Like, Pumba's tusks and farts are his only weapons and Timon is plainly defenseless. Shouldn't they have something to threaten us?" observed Lordbug.

"It's almost like they aren't the akumas... But that, wouldn't really make any sense, they were singing about Hawk Moth" pointed Kitty Noire.

"What if... What if they are part of the akuma's power? Like that time with Kung Food that he controled people who had eaten his soup. Or like Befana, that turned people into his angelic allies" said Ladybug.

"It could be. Purrhaps we still have to find the real akuma" agreed the lynxy Chat.

"We should separate then" said Lordhowl. "Chat, come with me to search for another possible akuma. Kitty, keep my sis safe, I don't think her actual self could handle a lion attack or something similar"

"Will do, I'd never let my bestie be harmed without doing anything" said Kitty.

Chat and Lordbug parted, leaving the girls behind to watch each and every action of the comic insect eaters duo. They were alert, ready to jump to action at the first sign of danger or akuma,but something lurked on the branches over them, moving silently and stalking the heroines until the heroes were nowhere to be seen. Then, fast as lightning, the creature jumped and landed on them, pushing the girls to the ground with her weight.

"As a fellow girl, I'm sorry for this, but I'll have to take your miraculous" said the creature.

"Who are you in the first place? Normally, you akuma villains present yourselves,do your stupid evil speech of how bad, unfair or sad is something and then demand for the miraculous" said Kitty, trying to turn around without success.

"I'm the Lion Queen and, sweetheart, I'm not your everyday akuma. I can control any animal with a roar and, unfortunatelly for you, you two are animals" said Lion Queen.

"Girl, how are you even going to grab our miraculous? You don't have hands" said Kitty.

"Hey Timon! Come over-AAAAAAGH!!" roared the lioness when Ladybug managed to turn around and bite her on the paw, backing and letting the girls free, who were already up and searching for the akumatized object.

"It has to be that crown on her! There's literally anything else on her that could hold an akuma" exclaimed Kitty.

"Okay, we need to snatch that crown and use your cataclysm. You go right and I'll go left!" said Ladybug jumping to avoid Lion Queen claws.

"Oh no you don't!" said the akuma and jumped on Ladybug, pinning her to the ground again. "Pumba! Take care of our kitty cat!"

Pumba began to run to tackle Kitty at full force, but the jaguar heroine pulled out her baton and extend it, avoiding the attack and sending it directly to the lioness, who groaned in disbelief. Then, using the distrsction of her captor, Ladybug kicked her and managed to send her to Pumba.

"I'm done with all these blonde cats pinning me down" mumbled Ladybug.

"Oh, but you wouldn't mind if it was a certain blond model, would you?" said Kitty teasingly.

"I-I don't know what are you talking about!" denied Ladybug, who would probably be blushing if she wans't already red.

"You don't?~ I'm sure I overheard your brother telling so to a certain blonde beatiful model when I was trying to visit her" teased Kitty.

"He WHAT?!" said Ladybug while dodging Lion Queen, who had already recovered her senses.

"Come on, let's get rid of this kitten so I can see you blushing" winked Kitty.

"Is that so? You sure you just don't want t o find your new boyfriend and go smooch smooch with him?" counterteased Ladybug.

"N-No! I don't want t-to do that in public!" said Kitty. "Anyway, isn't it time for your lucky charm? We still have to take her down".

"That's right! Lucky Charm!" chanted Ladybug and a ball of fire appeared, burning a tree and making Timon and Pumba flee in fear. "Well, that was rather immediate. Kitty, tackle that tree!".

" As you order M'Lady!" said the jaguar and charged into the tree, making it fall into some dry bushes and spreading the fire.

"Wow, you've trapped yourselves with me. Very clever" laughed Lion Queen.

"Oh did we? I think you don't really get it...You are the one trapped here!" said Kitty, jumping to a tree.

Ladybug put her yoyo in her mouth and throw it to Lion Queen, who easily dodged it without realizing that Ladybugnwas aming at the tree behind her, hooking her yoyo to the tree. Furious, the lioness roared the girls to stop their attack, but Ladybug simply charged to her left, pulling the yoyo so the cable would hit Lion Queen. The akuma foolishly jumped and Kitty jumped on her, pinning her to the ground and taking off the crown. Quickly, Ladybug tied the villianess with her yoyo and Kitty used Cataclysm in the object. The dark butterfly tried to escape, but a yoyo caught the butterfly, revealing Chat and Lordbug.

"It's time to de-evilize!" barked Lordbug somehow and purified the akuma. "Bye bye little butterfly".

" It was about time you appeared guys" complained Kitty.

"Hey, it's not like we didn't try to call you and came back because you didn't answer" replied Chat.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" chanted Ladybug, returning everything to normal. "Great, now I don't have to hold the yoyo with my mouth".

" We're leaving now then, we have some friends that must be really worried" said Kitty bowing.

"Actually, so we do. They are likely to be freaking out already" said Lordbug.

"I know you two just want to go back with your lovers, no need to hide it" teased Chat.

Kitty punched Chat on the stomach and carried him on her shoulder. "Well, see you later!" said the girl and hurried to ran away.

"He deserved that, I've been putting up with a lot of teasing while we were chasing a non-existent akuma" said Lordbug.

Ladybug punched him on the shoulder. "Why did you tell Adrienne I like Adrien as Lordbug? Kitty overheard it! Now she knows who is the boy I like and it could compromise our secret identities".

_________________

Adrienne met with the gang under the Eiffel Tower, accompanied by Adrien, who was holding his tummy. Mari and Marin had already arrived and look at the blondes with a weird face.

"Sorry we're late, we got stuck on a balcony when things went back to normal. Oh, and my idiotic brother here was mid air and his stomach had a fateful meeting with a balcony" said Adrienne.

"Dude, are you okay?" asked Nino.

"Yeah, just feeling like throwing out the meal" said Adrien.

"Are you fine Adrienne? Did you also hit somewhere?" said Marin approaching her andlooking for any bruises or cuts.

"Calm down Marin, your wolf side is showing" teased Alen.

"Oh, but he may get me to purr if he keeps being so considerate" said Adrienne with a wink.

"You two are disgusting. Absolutely repulsive. I feel like throwing out" said  Adrien. "I take it back, you two can't go out".

"Oh shush brother" said Adrienne and everybody burst in laughs.

[tafferling]

An Odyssey for Two

On Soft Paws

> Ao3 | This one’s all fluff. Literally.

Sinvik has a liking for things with big teeth.

Tom thinks the only thing she ought to like that's got big teeth, is him.

This ancient Greece thing was real pretty. Didn’t matter what island they cozied up with, she’d always find it striking. For one, there was always that brilliant, blue water, so clear she itched real bad to go for a swim, even if she wasn’t awfully good at it. Plus, there were sharks.

Sharks, Tom’d told her (shown her, really), were very big fish.

Fish with big teeth.

So no swimming (for now), just a lot of gawking, because this island in particular was an exceptional sort of pretty. It’s beach was white and soft— like most others were, to be fair —lined with the ocean curling up to it in bright turquoise. And on land, everything smelled real good. Fresh and clean, for the most part. Salt, sunkissed air, and spice and flowers— so. many. flowers. Blue, red, yellow, purple, all popping from the verdant green clinging to craggy hills.

Mh. It was all real gorgeous.

Distracting, too, and it preoccupied her while she followed Tom along the crest of a stoney hill. The ridge was lined with trees laden heavily with red fruit, one of which she juggled idly between her hands. She didn’t know what it was called. Just knew that on the inside it had lots of tiny beads that tasted a little sour and a little sweet, and that were fun to throw into Tom’s open mouth. Or on his nose. Or into his eyes. Probably the eyes most of all.

She smirked, tossed the fruit from one hand to the other again, and when it landed in her palm, Tom got attacked.

It came out of a tree.

And it was rather large. A large, puffy scruff of sand coloured fur that hissed and spat and clung to Tom’s back with wicked claws sinking into his shoulders and tearing bloody ruts down his lower back. Tom, ever so eloquently, screamed and cursed up a storm so colourful it rivalled the variety of flowers all around. He also staggered and thrashed around, frantically trying to throw it off. Whatever it was. Though since the thing was on his back, he couldn’t get his swords— and when he tried to reach back, grab it by the neck to maybe tear it off, it bit his hand.

“Fucking shit fuck shit— get it— get it off— what the fuck.”

Sinvik leaned her head to the side.

It looked like a cat. The thing.

A big, fluffy cat.

With big teeth.

Teeth that suddenly glinted— red on white, because there was blood on them —as they headed straight at her. Seemed like the cat had grown tired of riding on Tom’s back, and decided to leap right over his head and at her.

Which was really unfortunate, because she’d stepped out of Tom’s way just a moment ago (what with how he’d been flailing about like a drunk), which’d put her right at the edge of the crest. And the hill was real steep.

It took Tom a while to find her after that. Mostly because her and the large, angry, fluffy cat had found a narrow crack in the hillside and had gone tumbling ass over paw into a damp, cool cave.

“Vik!” she heard him go. Up there, somewhere. Stomping around. “Viiik?! Where the fuck are you?”

Purrr.

Sinvik sighed and folded forward, sticking her nose and cheeks down, right into the soft fluff sprawled out on her lap. Her hands were busy around its ears and neck, scratching and scratching and scratching. Oh yeah, the fluff was heavy on her lap. Had to admit that. The thing had a lot more muscle and bone and meat under all that fur than she’d originally anticipated. And by Elaya’s ample titties, was it loud. She was surprised Tom hadn’t found her by just following the constant purring that’d started when it’d stopped trying to eat her because Cad’his scratches were a lot better than having said Cad’his stab it with her itsy bitsy sword.

Or maybe Tom did end up trailing the constant Rrrr-rrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr , which led him to the hole above her, his silhouette blotting out the sun spilling in around him.

Said hole was up real high. So high, she’d not even tried climbing it, and picking her way through the dark cave had sounded like a whole lot of effort. Especially since she’d banged up her leg on the way down, and unlike other present company, she didn’t heal in a snap. Three snaps, maybe.

“Vik…” he said up there, voice edged with relief. Same relief that seemed to exhale soundly from his soul, right before it was replaced by a jitter of confusion.

And a stab of jealousy.

Almost like he had a bit of an issue with how she was scratching a purr out of that cat-thing. Maybe even being horribly offended by how she’d taken a liking to yet another thing with big teeth. One that wasn’t him.

Yeah, Tom didn’t like that one little bit.

He sneered at it and sized up the stupid pincushion of claws and tiny sharp teeth and hated it in about two seconds.

“That little shit was trying to tear my back off,” Tom said pointedly, folding his arms. “Y’know, in case you missed that…” and he turned around some to show off a very bloody back that – ow – okay, it hurt.

“ I did something like that to you once,” Vik replied sweetly, scratching the lynx behind an ear.

Tom scoffed. “Pff, no, give me a break – you were obviously aiming for my throat, not my back—and besides, that’s really beside the point right now.”

“Don’t have any forgiveness in your heart?” she teased softly.

Oh come on . “ You’re here, aren’t you?” he said just as sweetly, offering a little smile.

She hummed and shrugged and that stupid ugly cat purred even louder like she’d found some favorite spot to scratch.

Tom sputtered as he started climbing his way down into that tiny fucking crevice they’d managed to find their way into, which was definitely tight on his shoulders on the way in. And he threw another look over one of those (very broad, thanks for noticing) shoulders, saw her petting the cat (no, lynx), and snapped, “Will you stop that?”

“Somebody’s jealous,” she whispered in one of the lynx’s tufted ears.

“I’m so much bigger. My everything is bigger. Incomparable, really,” Tom practically blurted, very pointedly landing in front of her to stand over the two of them and put his hands on his hips.

“Mh.”

“Claws are way bigger…”

“Mh…”

“And don’t get me started on the muscles – or the teeth.”

She sighed.

“See, you’re swooning just thinking about them, babe.”

That got a snort out of her, anyway.

So he quickly added, “And my fur – hair – fur, all of it, it’s a lot softer than that wiry old thing.”

“You haven’t even touched her fur.”

“Yeah, because prissy little pussy bit the hell out of my hand when I tried. But hey, I still felt it when it was trying to get a look at my fucking spine—wait, her? ”

“Her.”

“It’s a her.”

“Tom, jealousy doesn’t make you deaf.”

“Of course it’s a her…” he muttered as he abruptly scooped the both of them up in his arms, halfway to make a point that he could. The lynx started, its purring stuttering for a second and pausing in alarm. “Fine, I’ll bring it with us so I can eat it.”

“You’re not eating the fucking cat.”

“Why not? It wanted to eat me .”

“She only didn’t know you’re a werewolf and those aren’t for eating. Isn’t that right?” she asked the cat, very pointedly, giving it a scratch along the back of its head.

Tom actually growled then, deep and loud and ripping up his throat, and the lynx recoiled in terror in Vik’s arms, ears all flat, and looked ready to take a wild swipe at his face. At least until Vik swiped for it and flicked him right on the bridge of his nose.

Which got him to flinch back with an, “Ow!”

“Rude. Don’t be a brute.”

“I swear to Athena I’ll just eat both of you right now, you like that better? That way you’ll still have your cat.” He pointedly opened his mouth to make a show that he’d gladly shove the both of them down his throat—

He stubbed his toe, hard , on a big old rock because he was paying fuck-all attention to where he was going, and his sandals didn’t really do much for shielding his toes.

Then that set him cursing and sputtering and growling and having to actually look where he walked instead of staring at Vik the whole freaking time.

Which wasn’t nearly as fun. Even if she was just relentlessly teasing him with that purring ball of wiry, staticky (it was so not nearly as pretty as his) fur… And, you know, now also giggling because he’d nearly planted himself face-first in the dirt.

That made him almost wish he had’ve, since he would’ve landed right on top of her and her newfound precious bundle of needles and maybe given them both a good flattening they kinda deserved.

[invinciblerodent]

Propositioned by the Billionaire Moose - A moose(!!!) shifter romance liveblog

Yes, I’m doing this.

As requested by my dear friend @kurosmind, here it is, the first part of my (hopefully complete) liveblog of this wonderful trainwreck.

And before I would go on to cut this with a Read More, let me begin by saying that I am by no means being purposefully malicious. This is not a terrible book. It’s not a good one either (tbh, the other one I read from this series, “Her UnBearable Protector”, was, to me, much better- the titles are equally silly, but that one kept my attention way longer), but it’s not terrible, and this is purely for fun.

That being said, onto the shit-talking.

Also,

‘Nuff said.

This goes for the introductory blurb AND Chapter 1 as well- the plot is dead simple. It’s the one I would hesitate to call the “tried and true” plot because I hate it with such a burning passion, but it’s the one, you know the one, where the bratty and arrogant heir-dude has to find a wife in a set amount of time in order to get his inheritance.

Because the patriarchy is fun, and forcing someone who doesn’t want to get married into a rushed marriage is going to make for a good and healthy relationship that will benefit both him and his chosen bride. Only this time it’s a maple syrup empire, because THEY ARE MOOSE, and also Canada.

His name is Bryce Elanroux btw, not like it should matter because let’s face it, these kinds of protagonists could be called whatever and they would still all be mostly the same. It doesn’t even have the kind of Character™ that I like in these dude-names beyond it screaming “French-Canadian trust fund kid”. Like in the last one I read the prince was named Niccolito (and surprisingly he wasn’t Italian, what are the odds), and before that, the bear shifter dude was named Salvatore, and I physically cannot read that name without overpronouncing it to shit in an ostentatious and stereotypical Italian accent. Once I read one where the rock star guy was named Ari, and it took the book A WHILE to reveal that Ari was, in fact, short for -guess again because I guarantee it’s not what you expect- ARISTOTLE. So, to get back down from this tangent, Bryce is a real boring name, but not awful. Unfortunately it doesn’t fully embrace the silly or go way Italian for no reason. Gets a C- from me.

Oh, and this time there is also a Suddenly Appearing Cousin Who Is A Competitor For Grandpa’s Will™. Surprise. Where did I put my jaw. I hope that he’s not a moose so we can have just a regular dude in this, just watching in bewildered terror as his uncle and cousin turn into giant land-mammals.

I don’t know how to describe this next part (which is the last paragraph of chapter one), so I’m just going to show it to you as it is:

Charming fellow, isn’t he. Also, a buck with plenty of prancing years.

Chapter 2 begins with introducing our female protagonist, Melanie. Who is inexperienced with guys (check) and would like a “sturdy man” to take charge “for once” (check). It’s real confusing that she would begin by complaining that the reason for her inexperience is that she doesn’t want to actually physically hurt a man, but then also she complains about the juice she bought being heavy, but not really because she can carry it easily, but it’s heavy and there should be a man here to carry it. Makes me think that she too might be a shifter? Maybe a sharp one because she’s talking about giving guys stitches, and later she mentions having claws, but keeping them sheathed? I’d dig that, if she were like a tiger or some shit like that. Imagine what a moose-tiger hybrid would look like. 

Real stupid, I’d wager.

Oh, and she also fantasizes about killing her sick mother. Which, yeah, I kinda get because their relationship seems real abusive and draining for her, with no love between them whatsoever, but… look, folks. This girl is a grown-ass woman and has a degree and a job, and she’s lamenting that she has no money because she has to care for a woman whom she hates? Who sometimes flings scalding cocoa into her face because reasons. Leaves me wondering why she even does it? Obviously she can support herself, and it might be my European self talking with our public healthcare backing me up, but Canada, where this is set, also has a publicly funded healthcare system? So I don’t see why it would be cheaper for her to do all this than to have professionals at a hospital or a sanatorium care for this middle-aged woman living with chronic liver problems. It just seems like it’d be a simple enough issue to solve that doesn’t need a BILLIONAIRE MOOSE, but, y’know, some backbone. The ability to make decisions. Taking charge. Y’know, something these protag ladies all seem to sorely lack. Even the ones that make cryptic references to being a were-cat-tiger-bullshit creature.

Btw, a couple paragraphs later? I totally called it. Hell yeah she’s a shifter. And a sharp one. Not a tiger, but a cat-bullshit creature. Another call I’m making now, they’ll meet as animals first. Why else have them both be shifters?

Chapter 3 is back to the dude. Joy. (Side note- how clever would it be if this was a gay story, and the “boy-toy” character was named Fisher Bryce? Fisher-Price? Eh? Eh?)

Btw, I will never stop finding their use of the word “rack” to refer to his antlers funny. It makes it sound like he has a pair of tits on his head. Which, uh….

It just conjures this image in my head, every time.

Oh, and I called it again, they meet shifted. She’s a lynx. Not as good as the image of a tiger shivering somewhere in Canada, but hey.

She’s a furry. The weird kind. Also I had to google “moose ass” for this.

In this chapter, the moose (the prey animal) saves the lynx (the predator) from three wolves (predators). No idea why the wolves would even attack a lynx, or why they would be afraid of a prey animal (which, okay, I get moose are fucking huge and strong, BUT HE IS STILL A DING-DANG DUMB DEER), especially if they’re all shifters, but y’know. There is nothing like a good ol’ Damsel in Distress situation to start off a novel.

We meet the cousin too, Rory, who -so far- seems somewhat less of a shithead than our protagonist.Who, upon finding out that his grandpa is dying, is only talking about the inheritance and shows…. Literally zero compassion. Or nothin’. Even though they seemed to be at least kinda close. Okay then. Asslord.

Also, grandpa is a real romantic. Apple from the tree, I see.

The chapter closes with, and I wish I hadn’t seen this, the third person limited narrator literally saying “#betweenacrackandahardplace”. Which is just. Super bad to read. It took me like five whole seconds to decipher what it was saying, and it still doesn’t make sense.

Here seems like a good place to cut this- I wouldn’t want to go on too long, in three chapter increments seem like a good way to do this. Next time I have a day off, I’ll definitely get to the rest of this and post chapters 4, 5, and 6 because it’s, ngl, real fun to bitch about a not-very-good book.

Again, this is by no means as awful as the last one I tried this review-thing with (that one I didn’t even get to finish because jesus christ it was awful and the reason I hiss at regency romances from afar), but it’s…. quite silly, and has enough opportunities to poke fun of it to last me a while. :) I can’t yet call if it’s gonna be that bad, but we’ll see. If it gets too good I’ll stop this, because then it’s no fun, but.... I have a feeling I might be in for it.

[hardman5509]

Searching...for a better writer.

The recent Overwatch comic, Searching...is badly written. I’m not even surprised, given how this is a Zarya comic (given that she has the worst skins) and it’s OW, writing ain’t their forte. It’s got good art by @kate-n-bd, but that doesn’t help when compared to all of the lazy writing and a lack of continuity featured in Searching.

Much like how the Binary comic made Torbjorn jump away from his Anti-Omnic stance in four panels:

Yes sir, that’s a turning point. Bastion holding a bundle at sticks is enough to convince a anti-AI man like Tor (Who has a history of dealing with violent Omnics) to change his mind about the Omnic who used to be a minigun sniper when the game first launched.

Searching...kinda ignores Zarya’s anti-robot stance. It mentions it, but doesn’t really address it in a proper way. We get Zarya telling a robot to shut up, her dislike of Numbani’s more open-minded society,

And this is the best moment; background characters. Ugh, Ana got TWO comics dedicated to her, Sombra got her own ‘Meet The Hero’ vid, and Doomfist got his own animated trailer and comic, but these two got a simple trailer. 

But then we get this:

Notice her reaction in the last panel. The ‘How could this get any worse’ joke...and her face is utterly blank. Like she’s waiting in line at a grocery store.

Those two panels are sequential, meaning this is more of a writing error than a artist one. The writer INTENDED to put those two together. But then again, Kate didn’t exactly put much emotion in Zarya’s face in this moment where Zarya must work alongside something she hates.

And more sequential failure comes with these two panels. Not one after the other, there’s a bit with Guillermo Portero of Lumerico in-between that’s pointless.

(sorry about the blurriness of the last panel)

They set up a Gilligan Cut, and don’t follow through with it. No mention of how Lynx (The Omnic’s name) convinced Zarya to tag long. As far as we know, he followed her to Mexico. And now they’re relaxing by the fountain, like they just got off work and are about to hit up a few bars like co-workers.

Page Eight I think is the worst page out of the whole damn thing. It’s just banter and exposition. It’s poorly paced.

Panel One: Zarya and Lynx are standing outside of Sombra’s hideout. Banter, and then suddenly Lynx asks: “Hey, how many Omnics have you murdered?” Time and place, dude! (or more seriously, why ask that question now?)

Panel Two: Zarya blows up door and gives off her backstory. OW sure loves repeating character’s backstories, aint’ that right ‘Rise and Shine’?

Panel Three: The best panel out of Page Eight, only because there isn’t text boxes and speech balloons crammed into it. A big problem of the comic on the whole actually. Actual humanity from the dialogue.

Panel Four: Tripe. It’s meant to be a moment of understanding, but I think the biggest problem of Searching is the lack of emotion. I don’t feel anything from this moment, it’s just crammed in. 

Then we get to the Sombra fight. It’s all fine and good, but...

Zarya somehow didn’t see that. The over-the-head baseball throw. Gawd, you’re stupid. She really does fall for it too when Sombra teleports:

(...is that the same face as the one on the card...?)

So Zarya wins (Funny, given the fact that Sombra usually is a better choice for taking down a Zarya) and interrogates Sombra. And as a reminder that Sombra is the worst spy in the world (As seen in the Masquerades comic, Sombra’s plans are well-known to Talon and she wears bells in a disguise) we get her real name:

...despite her backstory saying that she deleted all traces of her former identity. Guess she isn’t really that great of a hacker. 

And my favorite funny moment:

Lynx on the ground, having been hacked ‘back in Numbani.’ So Sombra just let Zarya and Lynx get that far? Zarya nearly captured/killer her. Why not just make the Ominic explode? “Nobody tracks me and gets away with it?” THEY DID TRACK YOU DOWN AND ALMOST WON UNTIL YOU PULLED OUT A DEUS EX MACHINA. (Good story-telling!)

Our comic ends with Zarya taking Lynx out of the hideout and proceeding to go back to Russia, ending with this:

We have resolved nothing. Zarya isn’t really over her Anti-Ominic slant and is only suspicious of Volskaya. This doesn’t seem to be a turning point for her characters (Way too damn early for that), it’s just a bunch of stuff that happened. 

Good artwork will not hide bad writing. (in fact, the former usually bolds the latter.)

[candy-corps]

Giant Lynx Man

Ratchet belongs to the-explosive-existence, Dae to me. 

Rp under the cut! 

Follow-up-RP is Melodies.

Ratchet's huge shape cast's its shadow over the grown bat of his best friends roof, tackling Dea to the ground before he realize he recognize the smell, this was not Bruce-grr-uh?

“Ohhmondieu.” Okay, so this was what he got for listening to music while he was on a job? He’d listen to music now all the time. Eyes like stars Dae looked up at the … giant lynx, wasn’t it. Goodness. He’d actually not mind get torn to shreds by such a majestic being, but his girlfriend might mind. And so he kept still and blinked one time, real slow. giving the cat a universal cat ‘I love you’.

Removing his weight from grown bat’s body and taking a step back Ratchet tilt his head hesitant to Dae giving out the dazzled shimmer reaction. What to do with this… Throw him of the roof? Felt wrong after this one helped him as a plush. “Alixon, it isn’t Bruce.” He grumbled. -FUCK LIKE IT ISN’T!!- The roof went shouted. “It’s not..” Lynx went over to a camera installed in the vent and carried it over to the Dea, showing his face clearer. -…..???????????-

“Is that a secret camera thing? Did I win? Hahahahaha haha … ha… ” he sighed, up again. He should check if his stuff was alright, but he just ended up looking at Ratchet again. He’s never seen such a big feline … and it was a talking one, too. Kinda like Nova … but taller, which was awesome…

“Is my hair alright” he wondered, and brushed his fingers through it. Being filmed always made him feel overly self conscious … “I don’t know who to thank … ” he kept going, still beaming like he won some prize.

-Right, definitely isn’t.- Alixon agreed on the other line after a long silence watching the teen bat groom himself, which should been awkward if Ratchet know closer how that felt, and Dae was funny and through of his pelt!, lynx man even smiled up to Alixon spoke again. -Your hair is fine, who are you and what are you doing on my roof???…- She demanded to know. -Put the camera back Ratchet.- She gently added and lynx shrugged amused, end of show, before getting problem’s installing the technology back in its place, Baal one who done it.

“I have a friend you might be interested in. Shapeshifter, most often a panther… Know what, I think I can set something up for you” Dae said - not to Alixon - but Ratchet. He didn’t like to talk to voices that came out of speakers, and this was one of the days.

The voice that came from the camera must be the one of his friend. She seemed to be easy to upset, but his dad said something about pregnant and magic and danger and he forgot for now. There was a giant cat man there and they had to become friends and take a selfie, too.

“um.” Tugging the corner of his toothy smirk Ratchet tried concentrate on his work and not ignore Alixon’s agitated bad mouthing too on the other end, by now screaming realizing this shitty kid overlooked her questioning!!! “Maybe we can talk about that after you answered my friend.” The lynx rugged voice proposed looking over his shoulder on Dae, leveling a think brown, hoping the teen gave Alixon another chance as turn again. Attaching this thing was hard with big hand’s, needed his focus.

“Alright” Dae beamed and initially reached out as if to ruffle his fur … but then managed contained himself, just in time. So … what to even talk to. Camera seemed to be safest, so he stuck to that for now while Ratchet set it up again.

“Dad said you need help to secure the area here” he said, hands in his pockets as he looked up and smiled. “So … here I am. You’re welcome. Name’s Dae.”

-….Your Bruce son? He got more then one?- Poor kids. The screaming ended abrupt to be changed too distrust Alixon only meeting the bat’s young Damion, barely month’s ago, this was a teenager! They heard a sigh throe the speaker. -ANyway, you dad is wrong, we don’t need help anymore, particularly not from someone who act like I’m not here and listen to music while on the job.- “You could discuss it with Drago…” Ratchet innocently put in being one of the guards, Dae deserved a white slate and not be compared to his father. Pause, the lynx imagined Alixon trying not to burst. -Dae was it…??- Grumble.

“Yup.” Too bad. He was about to turn on his heels and go back home when she didn’t need his help. He did prefer to have time to spend with his girlfriend instead to spend it on rooftops. Though the lynx’ company was kinda cool, too … and Amelia would sure be impressed when he could show her a picture later today.

“Free help is free help, and four eyes see more than two” he shrugged, still in good spirits. When she wanted someone better, she should just call his dad… so he didn’t take it personal. “Alixon, right?” Now that they were at introductions.

The camera attached to stick in the vent finally and the picture on Alixons side focused the blue women looked over this Dae one last time throe the monitor, toke a screen shot learned by Pandora before gently replied. “Yes, welcome to my roof but dont get too comfortable and your not allowed inside.” And then she moved from the mic to call a surten djinn. Ratched looked between camera and teen bat, frowning faint. “…i hope you know Its not you she’s mad at..”

What? Dae couldn’t decide between smile or frown, and so his expression got a little fun for a moment. So … this was what he had Amelia left for? He shrugged, just going to roll with it.

“Something … … … ‘s up??” he wondered, his gaze shifting back to the lynx again. “And who are you?” he wondered, smiling.

Cat shrugged, not meaning to get catch in the fire. ”Nothing I’ll can explain for you.” And then turned to starred on Dae funny, realized he hadn’t told him they meet before and his questioning face melted away to change out to a natural smile. “I’m what you should call an old friend to Alixon.” He toke a step away from the vent and extended his bigpaw hand to the teen bat. “Call me Ratchet, Dae. Got any experience keeping guard?”

Dae smirked. “Little bit.“ He reached out his hand as well and shook Ratchet’s paw. Huge guy.

“What are we looking out for anyway” he wondered, looking aside and raising his ears. This might be a good opportunity to practice concentrate his hearing on limited sources without getting distracted too much. He could use some training there, so that mission sounded about alright.

“It’s not a question of what but If anything would close in on the loft. That and lower my friends stress, If she tell’s me to keep watch I keep watch. …” Ratchet noticed how the young one started try and hear out the possible dangers and his smile inched up a little extra, before Dae landed on the roof nothing had happened. most was to scared for the couple. Looked out over the tall sky scrapes around them.

That sounded nice. Well, his dad had asked him, and at least the company was good. Dae sat down, getting comfortable merely because Alixon told him not to  before. He couldn’t help being a rebel at times … though it might also help to not draw attention. He tried keeping still and closed his eyes to just focus on his hearing for now. He was used to do this further down, but up here any nearby sounds were farther than expected … though thankfully, not loud, the wind drowning out some. Dae’s ears turned as he listened from one sound source to the other, getting used to them. It wasn’t really easy listening in to th bunch of them. How the heck did his dad fix on just one.

“We don’t worry that there’s something that might come from below?” he wondered suddenly, meaning the staircase or the fire escape.

“heh.hum..” How to handle a guard in training if he would not listen to Alixon? Seemed willing to learn. But If Dae kept act stubborn Drago wouldn’t approve ether, the cat would have to throw him out. Ratchet through down but answered easy hearten. “well, I’m only a mortal so I got placed were I should fit and most of this families threat are sky bound. Also,,,” Glance on Dea grinning, “You are a tryout guard, so your not allowed anywhere I can’t keep an eye on you.” Ratchet replied politely. Staying upright himself during there talk.

What? He was heartbroken! “I have to prove myself?” Dae wondered. Though … sure. These people never met him. His younger self, maybe. And they were no bats, so. Generally you could trust one, you could trust all, but when not … he was starting to understand Alixons initial reaction.

He sighed. It didn’t seem right for him. Besides, he could tell that something was off. Tongue stuck out, he kept sitting like that though, pouting a little, but listening. What he didn’t do for his old dad …

“Yes?” Ratchet who again had let his gaze wander over the big city snapped back on Dae with surprise before questioning think browns sink. Was that so weird? hero’s and villain’s alike needed to prove were they stood. But watching how the young bat went into what the cat assumed was disappointment? confusion? He started to puzzle, reminded how different Dae lived compared to Bruce. “I’m sorry… I don’t get the hero villain vibe from you.” He began, his deep voice turning more conserned. “You find it weird a having family want to know who they have around them?”

“I find it weird that my dad send me here when they don’t know that I’m a nice guy. Deep down… someplace” Dae answered that. He looked up at the lynx, remembering to pull his tongue back in.

“I gotta shine with my … personality, huh.” He laughed. Fuck. Yeah. He was going to get kicked off the roof sooner or late. 

The lynx scoffed low and his lids lowered watching Dea curl up before swooping his half long fluffy tail sneaky around the young bat, patting his shoulder elevating. Shouldn’t sit comforting, one of the guards had to stand. “Nice guy routine don’t always cut it here,….if ever. You have a shot. And Alixon’s mate isn’t impossible like Al and rather fair with a scary touch.” He pause, puzzled if it was to soon too ask, ear’s twitch, glancing from and back to the bat. “What relationship do you have with your dad?”

“Dad … ?“ Well, that was a topic change. Ratchet must mean the one from this dimension. Going that it was unlikely he meant Zagam, too … “Normal.” As normal as one could get, given he just met him months ago, they weren’t really related, but good at pretending to. This version of his dad had a thing with his girlfriend not as long ago as he’d wish it to be, but he was happy with Zagam now and accepted his choices, so. He tried to pack him lunch at times, it was really kind of …. nice to be pampered like a grade school kid. Dae nodded slowly. Yep. he’d go with that answer.

He approved of having Ratchet nearby. That had been boring when it wasn’t for him. “I dunno what’s up but he says I gotta help, I help. He asks rarely. Not like I got something better to do.” Except to snuggle with his girlfriend, maybe. Too bad he was aware that any training was important, too.

”You call him something else?” Ratchet wasn’t surprised, might be digging to deep. Used his long arm to playfully ruffle the other one’s hair, one’s pelt was important so of course it was teasing same as appreciation. Getting carried by this little dud before seemed far off now. “….Your a good man. But I’m supposed to believe a young lad like you has nothing else to do with his life?” Smirk. ..Maybe I’ll should just spit the bean and tell you this is not the first time I meet you and you were frolleshing with plenty.” Also, Dae smelled of female.

Oh? "We met?” Well that was strange. He was sure he’d kept Ratchet in good memory and someone as huge as him? Hard to miss. He also didn’t know what it was with people and his hair, but he brushed his fingers through it again, used to getting his look destroyed on a regular basis by now. Because yes, he did a lot of interesting things in his spare time, and one of them included getting groomed by a panther that had too much catnip.

Tugging smirk making whiskers tremble Ratchet glancing down again. “Oh yes we did. You don’t recall my beautiful eye’s?” Ratchet teased, easing the conversation while crossing his arm’s, leaving the young one’s hair as tail dance behind them.

Dae huffed. “Sorry?” To be true …. No. But Ratchet seemed pretty sure of himself. Dae checked another option. When was he ever distracted enough to miss a giant lynx man… ? Nothing really came to mind, just every second he’d spend with Amelia in this new dimension. Which was just the case for like 75% of his day …

And now he missed her.

Naw. He got up to stretch and check. It was fun to meet someone taller than him. “I saw a cat with your ears yes” he joked.

Humble Ratchet chuckled with his low deep voice and leaned back on the vent behind them as Dae finally stood. better he did, what ever bothered him should easier be destroy if he saw the city view matching with the night sky. “See, were coming somewhere.” He purr amused and elbow the other gently. “It be easier to remember if I was small enough to carry through and you spoke in french tongue.” Breath out. “Didn’t understand a word you said, but was comforting at the time.”

“Cube cat - ? No. No … No. No.” Yes, fuck. “You grew” he said lame and covered his mouth with his palm, still watching Ratchet. “I talk to cats in French because it’s … people find it weird to talk to cats. Least they won’t know what it was” he explained. Yeah, that wasn’t embarrassing at all. Least it helped though…

“Gosh … It’s great to see you’re doing well.” He worried about the cute little guy.

“I eat healthy.” Ratchet chuckled, appreciating how easy Dae toke it. “Then you keep do it, your french got soothing when your a distressed cube in a big town.” He smirked. “Got worried when I never returned?”

“I just hoped you found home” Dae said, truthful. “Somehow, with your little stubby legs” he remembered, chuckling. He’s been adorable. Dae sighed. “People kept telling me cube shaped cats ain’t natural … “ Seemed it was just a silly dream then, too.

Then again, Giant Lynx man. That was kind of okay.

Frowning Ratchet curved a small smile. Stubby huh? “I don’t have a home, left because I needed someone breaking my Halloween spell. Smooching your cat’s not cutting it and try on your friends wrong, or you.. So, don’t feel bad. staying over the small time I did was cozy. Lot of petting” He added pleased before hearing the young bat’s next comment. “….” Side glance. “Baal filmed me with his phone, can ask him for a copy if you want to feel sane.”

“Yes I would like to” Dae beamed. His YouTube channel WAS getting popular lately, and he had no chance to film square cat. “Who’s Ba’al?” he wondered. he didn’t meet him just yet. So many new people in this new dimension.

Oh wait though - they had a job, right? He stopped listening a while ago, but now Dae’s ears moved, feeling a little bad about it. But all seemed … well. Birds on the left roof moved a little, radio on the other side of the street playing a new song.

Glancing on the smaller almost grown bat Ratchet smiled, people got exited by the oddest things. Glance away to the distance however after mentioning Baal. Better be quiet with that for now..“If you get accepted on guard duty you probably meet sooner or later, he’s young but a sweet kid.” Adding jokeish. “Ether way you can have the film after you interview, reactive sanity.” “..Want to hear a tip about this work?” Of course he noticed Dae tense little remembered what he was doing on the roof.

“Sure.” He was pretty sure that Ratchet and him followed two entirely different strategies, but it wouldn’t harm to listen, right? One of his ears turned back to the lynx man, right away ruining focus. Talking out loud was plenty distracting. He and his dad used sign language instead, but he somehow doubted Ratchet would know.

“Shut everything far away out.”

It was a shame if Dae through he should have got any good tip from Ratchet. he was no teacher, rather he liked to keep the young one leveled until he meet the djinn, which he was almost certain would come out, not Alixon. “Easy.”

Dae huffed. “I try” he promised. “Listen to what’s not too far away, but also not to what’s super close. Dad makes it look easy” he complained and walked off again. Maybe a higher spot would help.

“It’s not. There’s so much … stuff all around” he tried to explain, wiggling his hands to empathise.

Leveling his big chin spying after Dae as this one tried to get up on higher ground, Ratchet felt misplaced pride, Bruce had visibly explained this better to Dae so the lynx shouldn’t take credit. After all, he had joked. Blocking out sounds toke little time to learn. “I know.. You get it in time, no rush. Maybe your young ear’s have to collected more dust and bullshit throe life.” Smile tilt up. “And patience…”

Patience. What a buzz kill. The sad thing was, that whoever would get here to kill the peace, chances were slim they’d announce themselves loudly. He really gotta concentrate.

“Lynx have good eyes, right?” he asked Ratchet. “Maybe you wanna cover that. I’m really bad at spotting ghosts or any of the like” he warned. He’d prefer to check the audio rather than the visuals.

Smile. “Certainly, very good. But right now I’m supervising your and your work.” The lynx allowed in his inching mouth corner, watching the young one walking over the loft, approving of how serious Dae was even if the bat man’s attention floated away now and then. “Wouldn’t want to miss to report your good work… .. Do you have a mate? I feel a female fragrance from you.” A sudden question without ill meaning Ratchet lightly fished for more info.

Oh? He must be smelling her. It wouldn’t surprise him, to be true. “A girlfriend, yes.” He found the word ‘mate’ a little weird. “Amelia.”

And now he missed her and was distracted. “Maybe you’ve seen her, she’s living with me and my flatmate and shapeshifting Panther. And another Amelia.” It was slightly complicated, but as much info as he meant to spill now anyway. Didn’t Alxon mean to return?

“Girlfriend.” The cat repeated feeling Dae was unlucky ending up with two of the same name with all that existed. Must be confusing. “Suppose you given one of them a nickname?” Smiling Ratchet shrugged assuming. Hand’t he smelled the girl on the bat he still would have assumed something pulled the growing boy’s attention. “Not the privileges. Saw a panther and another dud while staying at your’s but n-” Words thinned out with a surprised look, a pigeon daring to land on Dae’s head and suddenly, Ratchet got still as a statue, starring on mr feathers.

Speaking of distracted. He felt a little mocked, not noticing the bird until it was too late. But, luckily, Ratchet’s gaze in time.

Oh please no. Dae tried to shoo the pigeon away, reaching with his hand for it to push it. Yet another time his hair was being ruined …