#wild kratts fanfiction

[littlecrittereli]

Reprogrammed AU Fanfic

guys I did it....

Summary:

The Creature Power Suits were a brilliant and powerful attribution to science. They also had the potential to be an even greater weapon. Aviva always took steps to ensure they would never fall into the wrong hands, but no one could ever have predicted this.

Or:

A new villain ends up on the Wild Kratts' radar and he's determined to harness the powers of the CPS. The fact that they are too unstable to be operated by anyone besides the two people they were designed for is a minor obstacle.

[sabyfangirl16]

Stay With Me

Summary:

Let's just say that sometimes, when you're having an atrocious night, you need that special someone to be there for you...

“Chris!” Martin called for his brother. “Chris?!”

He was nowhere to be found.

Martin was running through a forest, unlike any other forest he’d ventured in before. He dodged branches, jumped over fallen tree trunks... It seemed as though the trail would never end.

The sun was shining through the tree leaves, making his surroundings all but beautiful. Yet, it all felt so... ominous.

Finally, he slowed to a stop. He thought he had caught a familiar shade of green from the corner of his eye.

Maybe even a hint of red.

He backed up and went to take a look.

…

His face dropped at the sight of his brother lying unmoving on the ground, like a marionette with no puppeteer.

“CHRIS!!!” Martin cried out as he dropped to his knees.

He quickly held his little brother in his lap, and nearly screamed at the sight of blood covering his abdomen. It didn’t take long before his shirt got stained, though it was the least of his worries at the moment as he was too busy trying to put pressure on the wound.

Chris gave a faint whimper. His eyes were closed, almost in a lifeless way…

With a bloody, shaky hand, Martin felt his brother’s pulse: it was weak. Nearly non-existent.

“No, no, no- ” In a wave of panic, Martin held his brother’s face close to his. “Chris, look at me. Look at me, I’m right here!” He begged him as he swiftly brushed his brother’s hair back. He held his hand tight, heavy tears forming in his eyes.

Only two barely audible coughs came out.

“Y-You’re gonna be just fine, I-I promise!” his voice cracked hard.

What even happened? Was it a wild animal?!

“M-Martin…”

Martin gasped softly hearing his brother’s frail voice.

With the little strength he had left, Chris forced his eyes half-open, barely . He was terrifyingly pale; he had lost a lot of blood…

He met his brother’s tormented gaze and, without a word, he simply smiled bittersweetly.

Martin’s eyes grew wide.

No. This couldn’t be happening .

“Chris…” Martin shook his head, his little brother still smiling at him. “Don’t do this to me.”

Chris’ eyes began to close, his hand gradually losing grip on his brother’s.

“Chris?”

Finally, his fingers were resting on the edges of his brother’s palm.

Martin was left staring at his little brother’s lifeless face, eyes wide from shocked despair.

“Christopher…” A pained cry escaped his chest. “Don’t do this to me, bro. Come on…” He gave his body a vain shake. “No, no…” His voice was feeble, nearly broken.

With trembling hands, Martin slowly cupped his little brother’s bloody face. His poor, precious little brother . His tears began to pour down harder than they ever did. He gasped silently as he buried his brother’s numb face in his shoulder. He soothingly ran his hand through his hair, his lips pressed against his forehead. His glassy eyes wandered into nothingness as he painfully processed the fact that he was no longer there, no longer with him.

“No, no, no… Please. Please, don’t do this.”

Eventually, his sobs became louder and interminable, tightly hugging his dear little brother’s limp body in his arms, his tears falling onto his hair.

“ Oh, God. ”

He could already feel the crushing weight of grief pushing down on him, life seeming to have lost all meaning all of a sudden.

“Please, God. No…”

What would he do without him?!

His companion. His best friend.

The world around him began to spin, his tears blinding him from looking at his brother’s face. Then-

“AH!”

Martin’s head was pounding. His entire body was soaked with sweat. He was gasping for air, clenching his chest hard. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest any moment. Tears were stinging his eyes and staining his face. Heavily disoriented, he couldn’t even make out where he was, and the darkness in the room didn’t help much.

“Martin?”

He suddenly heard him, his eyes growing wide in the dark. That voice .

As he looked to the side, Martin found a pair of brown eyes glowing in the dark. He wanted to say something, but it almost felt like his voice had been stolen. He was paralyzed .

He sensed someone getting out of bed on the other side of the room.

Click .

A night lamp was turned on.

Chris, who looked very much alive , went over to check on his brother. As he sat on the side of his bed, Martin’s eyes remained fixated on his brother’s visage.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chris asked with concern, as his brother only stared at him like he was a ghost. “Martin, you’re kind of freaking me out,” his voice cracked a little.

Martin was pale as a sheet. His eyes scanned Chris’ abdomen: no blood.

At that moment, the image of his brother’s blood-covered body flashed before his eyes.

“ AHH! ” he let out a loud, panicked CRY .

“Martin!” Chris immediately tried to calm him down.

Martin kept screaming, hot tears flowing down his face.

“HEY! Hey, I’m here. You’re okay. Breathe. Breathe.” Chris held his brother’s hands tight, trying to look into his eyes.

“I-I can’t! I can’t!” Martin was practically gasping for air.

“I’m right here, shh…” Chris slowly leaned in for a hug. He gently rocked him back and forth, just like Martin always does to him when he’s in distress.

It took a while, but Martin finally started to calm down a bit, his eyes now bloodshot from all his tears. He held onto his little brother as if the whole world was about to fall apart.

It was a miracle that none of the crew members had woken up so far. (Although Jimmy could be cast aside for that.) It had been a long day, after all.

Chris subconsciously slid into bed, his brother’s arms locked around him as though he was a treasured possession.

In a way, he was .

Chris tried to get his brother to lie down. He could hear his heart pounding hard; he frowned. His brother’s tears had really soaked his hair. Nonetheless, he didn’t mind. The bed was shaking from his brother’s agitation.

Several minutes later, Martin let out a prolonged, heavy and shaky sigh. He sniffled as he wiped his face in his pillow before taking a deep breath.

“Sorry- I-I’m so sorry- ” his voice was terribly raspy.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Chris rubbed his back comfortingly. “I’ll go get you some water.”

As soon as he shifted to get up, Martin instinctively locked his hand on his brother’s wrist like a handcuff.

“ NO! ”

Chris nearly jumped at his reaction. He looked down at his brother’s pleading eyes, his hand tightening on his wrist so hard that he winced from the pain.

“Martin?” Chris’ brows furrowed.

“S-Stay with me,” Martin begged.

Reading his brother’s eyes, Chris understood. “Okay, then. I’ll help you get to the main room and grab a glass of water,” he suggested with a tender tone.

Martin scanned his brother’s eyes deeply, and with the soreness in his throat, it was all enough to convince him. He gave a small, quivery nod.

Carefully, Chris reached out two hands, one to hold his brother’s, and the other wrapped around him for stability.

Martin’s knees were trembling so hard, doing an incredible job at making the trip from the brothers’ room to the main room a challenge of its own. He felt weak, so close to just collapsing onto the floor right then and there. Despite the fact that his brother was heavier than him, Chris was determined to support his weight as much as he could.

When they made it to the main room, Chris led his brother to the center table where he could rest while he went over to the sink to fill him up a glass of water.

That small, insignificant distance between the sink and where Martin was sitting were enough to make him dreadful to the core. He couldn’t even swallow anymore. His shoulders were tense. He kept his drowsy eyes on his little brother, refusing to even blink , fearing that in that minuscule fraction of time, he would just vanish into thin air.

He watched as Chris brought him a glass full of refreshing water before sitting next to him. It took him a few seconds before having a good hold of the glass; his hands were still a bit shaky. But the cool liquid was all but soothing for his throat, making that small “trip” all worth it.

Putting the glass down, Martin sighed heavily. “Thanks,” he whispered.

Chris put a hand on his shoulder and, thanks to the bit of moonlight shining through the rooftop, Martin was able to see his smile. A smile he wouldn’t trade the whole world for.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Chris finally said in a hushed tone.

Without another word, he accompanied his older brother back to their room, Martin seeming a little less shaken. Regardless of how small the change was, it made Chris feel a little at ease.

Once they made it back, Martin lay down in bed, refusing to let go of his brother who had no choice but to stay by his side. He ran his hand through Chris’ hair as a coping mechanism of some sort, cherishing each second of it. Normally, Chris would be giving him a hard time for touching his hair, but this was an exception he was more than willing to make.

Silence.

“You wanna… talk about it?”

Martin’s heart skipped a beat. He shook his head hard, tightening his arms around his little brother.

Chris sighed. “You don’t have to... But it might help you feel better?” His voice was calm and soothing.

Martin swallowed hard.

“I- ” he found it hard to talk. His eyes began to water again. “I’m just glad you’re here. With me .” He pulled Chris even closer.

Chris felt another tear fall on his hair. His brother’s words deeply perturbed him. He remained silent, snuggling deeper into the embrace.

All through the night, Martin was almost certain he’d never be able to go back to sleep. But Chris refused to fall asleep before he did. He could tell Martin was fighting to keep his eyes open.

“You need sleep, bro,” Chris finally said.

Martin didn’t say anything.

…

“I was running in a forest,” he suddenly started.

Chris was all ears.

“And I was looking for you…” His voice was getting more shaky with each word. “And when I found you- ” A small squeak escaped his throat. “You- ” He swallowed hard. “Y-You were- ” He began to tremble again, sounding as though he would burst into tears once more.

Chris could feel his fingers digging into his shirt and arms. “Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s okay now.” He brushed his hand against his brother’s agonized face. “Whatever happened to me, just know it was never real.” He looked up to find tears already seeping through the corners of his brother’s eyes.

“But i-it felt so real ,” Martin’s lips were shaking badly. He never sounded so scared, so vulnerable.

It almost made Chris burst into tears.

“Hey, look at me.” Chris held his face and looked deep into his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?” His voice was comforting and reassuring. “When you wake up, you’ll find me right here.”

Martin looked down at his brother for the longest time, sensing the sincerity in his eyes. “Promise?” He gave him a longing look.

Chris caressed his hand. “I promise.”

With a tear-stained face, Martin gave him a somewhat relaxed smile. “Okay.” He seemed a little pensive.

After a while longer, Martin finally yawned. “Thanks, Chris.” He gently rubbed his face against his little brother’s hair, scooching as close as possible.

It didn’t take long before Martin gave in as he was drifting back to sleep.

Soon, Chris could hear him snoring softly. With a tired smile, he carefully pulled the blanket over them both, his brother’s arms strongly locked around him.

Chris hid his face in his brother’s shoulder and curled into a little ball, Martin now seeming at peace for the first time since he’d woken up.

At last, Chris closed his eyes, and whispered, “Good night, big bro.”

Notes:

Thank you @littlecrittereli for the wonderful cover you made for this fic!

[mindlesssins]

i have a really odd fanfic idea and i really need to put it out in the open (posting about Wild Kratts on main? oh hell yeah!)

So uh, i was listening to Journey to the Past from the 1997 animated masterpiece that is Anastasia… what if, and PLEASE HEAR ME OUT, Anastasia (1997) AU?

From the way I have been thinking about this (for the last half hour) is that Chris is the lost Prince Christopher, except he doesn't know that because he has absolutely no memory of it because he hit his head while escaping when the monarchy was violently thrown over and it's been so long since that most people assume he died with his parents that night.

Chris only has one item that connects him to his past is a compass and a very familiar voice in the back of his head telling him "so you'll always know how to find me" every time he looks at the blue and silver of the compass.

--

Prince Martin was only fourteen when he took an overcrowded train from the remains of his kingdom to his Grandmother's in France and the last thing he saw of his brother was when Chris fell off while trying to get him onto the train. While he is much older now, and the scars Chris' fingernails left when Martin lost his grip have faded with time, Martin knows his brother's alive he just can't prove it.

[rainbowyumy]

I also noticed that many Wild Kratts EVIL AUs have one thing in common. That usually being Chris becoming the one, or at least the first one, getting corrupted. Even his older brother Martin doesn't have much evil versions. Martin only most known version was Salutations, an alternate Zachbot version based on Toodles from the Let The Rinos Roll episode.

Seems fitting that Martin rarely has any evil version, since he's known as the happy and energetic type. Chris is more calm and serious, which are the perfect ingredients of creating corruption to a character.

It's also ironic, as fandoms tend to get wild when it comes to happy, energetic, and/or hopeful characters. Haven't we forgotten how the My Little Pony fandom made Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy into notorious creepypastas? Odd how Martin was given a pass.

[blackaleycatt]

Ordinary Things: Chapter 1

AO3 link: Here

5 times Aviva and Koki were clearly a couple + 1 time the guys realize.

Title named after Ariana Grande's song "ordinary things".

1

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Each member of the Wild Kratts crew has their own room in the Tortuga. Usually, they slept in their hammock in the Tortuga’s main room but on the weekends they liked to have little hangouts in each other's rooms. It was a way for them to bond outside of work.

They would watch movies, play board games, play some of Jimmy’s video games, listen to music, and Aviva liked to do everyone's makeup sometimes. Martin, in particular, enjoyed having his makeup done by Aviva, who was practically a pro at it.

Tonight they were in Aviva's room for a mini spa day. The weekend was coming to an end so Aviva suggested doing a “Sunday refresh” to prepare for the start of the weekday. Aviva prepared customized face masks for each of them, taking into account their skin types including retinol for Jimmy’s greasy pizza face and high SPF for Chris and Martin, who spend a lot of time in the African savannah creature adventuring. Koki had her own supply of face masks too, as she and Aviva had been doing spa days with each other since college.

As they relaxed in Aviva's room, the soothing aroma of face masks and incense filled the air, and the gentle hum of "NewJeans" played in the background. They chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company, and the warmth of their friendship. It was moments like these that made their adventures all the more special. The boys absolutely loved having a spa day and were sad when it came to an end. They were already planning the next spa day as they were leaving Aviva’s room. It was getting pretty late and they had to get up in a few hours. Koki stayed behind, which wasn't surprising since Koki and Aviva spent a lot of time together in each other's rooms, even more than the guys.

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The next morning the crew woke up feeling rejuvenated and relaxed. Martin couldn't help but comment on how amazing the spa treatment was, "That spa day was incredible. My skin feels so rejuvenated and fresh," he said while rubbing his cheeks. "Mine too. My face was so clear this morning I almost didn't recognize myself," Jimmy said, rubbing his hand on his now less pimply forehead. Chris turned on the electric kettle to prepare hot water for everyone's morning beverages.

"I'm glad everyone enjoyed it," Aviva said as she stretched and went over to the counter to prepare her coffee. However, as she sat down at the table, the boys noticed several red blotches on Aviva's skin, going from her jawline to her collarbone.

Jimmy drops his fork and starts panicking. "Aviva, you have a rash on your neck," he says while covering his mouth. He looks like he is about to pass out or something. He's so dramatic.

Martin stops eating and looks at them. He gets up to examine her. "Yeah, you do. It's all over your neck. Are you feeling alright? Did you come in contact with anything?"

Chris soon joins them to look at Aviva's neck too. It had to be serious if it made Jimmy and Martin stop eating.

Aviva looks at them, worried and pulls out her phone to look at her neck. She did have reddish-purple blotches on her neck, but it wasn't a rash. She knew exactly what or who caused it. She covers her mouth, and her face turns as red as Lost and Found, their baby red panda friend. She stutters, trying to come up with an excuse. "Uh, it must be from a product I used last night or the new detergent in the laundry. Um, I'm sure it's fine, guys. Please don't freak out."

She tries to calm them down. She didn't want them to look too closely at the "rash" before they realized it was not actually a rash.

“Hold on, I have some ointment in my first aid kit,” Chris said before rushing out of the room just as Koki walked in.

“What’s wrong, guys? What's with all the commotion?” Koki asked. Aviva was covering her neck, and Jimmy still looked scared as he replied, “Aviva has a weird rash on her neck, and we don't know what it's from.” Koki immediately knew what this “rash” was that they were fussing about, but she tried to hold back a laugh as she approached.

“Koki, why are you laughing? This is serious. She might be dying!” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Jimmy, please calm down. She's gonna be fine,” Koki reassured them, with a grin on her face, both from Aviva’s embarrassment and the way Jimmy was acting.

“Yeah, Jimmy. Freaking out is just gonna make her more scared. Look at her,” Martin motioned towards Aviva, whose face was still red with mortification.

She covered her face and groaned, “Guys, please.”

Koki tried to comfort her by resting her arm on her shoulder, but Aviva glared at her. Chris ran back to her with some ointment. He took a handful and rubbed it all over her neck and chest. Aviva wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

Chris finished applying the cream. “There you go. It should go away soon, but I think you should lie down until it goes away. We don't want you to get any worse.”

“Guys, I'm fine, seriously.” She protested.

“No, Aviva. I think you should rest a little bit. As much as we don't want to, we can go a day without a new awesome creature power if we have to,” Martin sighed sadly.

"I'll take a day off if it'll make you guys feel better," Aviva sighed and finally gave in.

"I can watch her and make sure her rash doesn't worsen. I think Jimmy still needs to calm down," Koki assured the brothers.

The brothers nodded in agreement. "Okay, sounds good. We'll get the dishes cleaned up and head out in a bit. Keep us updated."

Koki smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I will," she said with a smile on her face.

Aviva glared at Koki once again and headed towards the bathroom.

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Aviva stands in front of the bathroom mirror. Koki comes in after her. “What are you doing?” Koki can see that Aviva is scrubbing the ointment off her neck and chest and has a bottle of foundation and concealer on the bathroom counter.

“This is all your fault,” Aviva snaps, ignoring Koki’s question. “You left this huge mark on my neck and then you had the audacity to laugh about it.”

Koki bursts into laughter, “I'm sorry. I thought you knew I was gonna leave a mark.”

“I didn't know it was gonna be that big. I've never had a hickey before,” Aviva complains.

“The guys must have never had one either. I can't believe they didn't realize it wasn't a rash.”

“Me neither. But I'm just gonna cover my 'rash' with some makeup so they won't be concerned anymore,” Aviva answers her question, holding up the foundation and concealer.

“Yeah, because Jimmy is acting like you have some kind of deadly disease.”

Aviva chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I guess it was funny. But next time be more careful.”

“OK, ok. I'm sorry,” Koki says as she hugs Aviva from behind and kisses her cheek.

"I guess I'll forgive you this time." Slowly turning around, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Koki's nose.

[jumpin-jack-va]

Wild Kratts Fanfiction that I really recommend

Wild Kratts: Power of Nature

Made by @wkpowerofnature

Just a Few More Years

Made by @lady-of-lyon

Darkness inside of me

Made by Destftwanabe

[jokerislandgirl32]

This Is Too Easy: A Wild Violet One Shot

Summary: Zach Varmitech wants to have an animal collection party for himself, but with his assistant Violet tagging along, this proves to be problematic. She will not shut up! She just keeps harping about how the Wild Ratts will foil his plan. Well, he can’t have that. He’ll have to find some way to silence her so he can enact his evil scheme: Even if it results in him using his lips for more than talking.

So last year, I decided to take a wack at the 2023 Year of the OTP Event here on Tumblr and A03.

The link to the event with the prompts can be found here: @yearoftheotpevent!

I only wrote/completed a couple works for the event, and this was for the month of February to fulfill the prompt: “If I kiss you, will you shut up?” I’ve previously posted it to A03 and Fanfiction.net, but now I am posting it to Wattpad and making the “master post” here. The links for the story can be found below as well as a list of potential warnings!

I hope you all enjoy this little story if you have not read it yet. Feel free to let me know what you think! I may post more stories with Zach and Violet or my other f/os and s/is (Arthur x Amelia or Merrill x Emmaline) that fill these prompts! If you have any suggestions or requests, I’d be happy to hear them!

Warnings: This is one of, if not the mildest, works I have completed. The only warnings which apply to this piece are bickering, plotting and scheming, manipulating, implied animal abuse (because Zach uses the animals as robots as we know), and kissing/a makeout session.

[charlie-eppes-blog]

Okay, hear me out-

Young blood Chronicles Wild Kratts au

Chris: Patrick

Martin: Pete

Aviva: Andy

Koki: Joe

Jimmy is added in

[cryptid-kratt-kid]

A Metalgreen drabble because I got distracted.

But I guess I can't really call it METALgreen since Toodles isn't a robot. Oh well.

CW: Nothing explicit but smut is HEAVILLY implied. Improper use of witchcraft, this ain't nowhere near how it works IRL. Monsterfucking? Maybe? Toodles ain't human if that's the qualifier.

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Chris traced a piece of chalk along the floor, closing the large summoning circle.

He let out an annoyed sigh and began lighting an absurd amount of candles that no normal spell would or should require. He knelt down inside the circle and shakily raised up a book. It was red and black and gilded with gold. It gave Chris, and everyone else who’d had the displeasure of being in its presence, the heebeegeebees. 

He looked around his dark room, lit only by the, again, affront-to-the-gods amount of candles. Like seriously, Chris was wondering what the fuck kind of entity requires you to light over 200$ worth of unscented candles to summon them ONCE. 

Chris sighed to himself, “Toodles, that’s who.”

He remembered the first time he’d met him. His blood-red lookalike had been tormenting Chris in his dreams. At first he’d thought it was just his subconscious being weird, but all the love bites and scratches Toodles gave him would follow him into the waking world. One night he’d told Chris “Dreamwalking is so restricting,” he’d shoved a book into Chris’ arms “Summon me so we can have some real fun~” And then Chris woke up gasping. He could still feel the entity’s hands all over him, and the book was clutched in his arms exactly as it had been in his dream.

Chris shook himself back to the present, and opened the book. It didn’t seem to have any other spirits in it, only spells for Toodles and… Chris? 

Chris flipped through the pages, “‘Instant Camp’? ‘Habitat Regrowth’? “Banish Zach”? Are these specifically for me?”

He thought for a moment. The pages with the spells he was particularly interested in were emerald green as opposed to the previous spell’s deep red.

He wrote it off as wistful thinking, “Nah, maybe he’s just a nature guy too?”

He shook himself again, who did he think he was, Martin? He needs to stop getting distracted before the candles burn out. He flipped back to the first page, the summoning. He rechecked the instructions to make sure he had everything he needed.

Chris read off from the book, “Low light environment, check. Toodles' sigil, check. The FUCKING CANDLES, check. All that's left is the incantation itself.”

He took a deep breath, and began the incantation.

“Chaos incarnatum, Humanitatis pernicies, es quod ita cupio. Ostende te, falsum me, et non me excrucies. Chaos incarnatum, Humanitatis pernicies, es quod ita cupio. Ostende te, falsum me, et non me excrucies. Chaos incarnatum, Humanitatis pernicies, es quod ita cupio. Ostende te, falsum me, et non me excrucies.” He chanted. (See end of post for intended translation)

The circle began to glow, and the candle flames roared. Intense magic began to fill Chris, and then burst throughout the room. Using his body as a sort of conduit into the mortal plain. But Chris felt no pain. Sure, his heart was racing and he was being lifted up into the air, but Chris felt… calm. 

A hand reached up through the circle, breaching the barrier between both planes of existence. Instead of fearing for his life, like any normal person would after breaking SEVERAL rules of spellcasting and making every witch ever recoil in disgust, he felt… anticipation. 

He held his breath, desperately hoping he'd get to see that face again. He still couldn't pinpoint exactly why he wanted him so badly, all he knew was that he did. 

The being clawed itself up out of the floor, and reached for Chris' hands to pull him back down to the ground. They were both surrounded in a swarm of red magic. Chris couldn't make out the figure, as it was being veiled by its own magic. The figure reached out, and closed the book in Chris’ hands.

The swarm suddenly ceased. Chris lurched forward as the power left his body, stumbling directly into the entity’s arms. The candlelight turned red as the magic dispersed, covering the room in a soft, crimson hue. 

Chris looked up, and…

Toodles was staring him dead in the eyes with that signature, toothy grin. “Hehehehe, Hello Chris!”

Chris was in awe, it was him! It was really him! 

He couldn’t really figure out what to say, “H-Hi” he stammered.

Toodles laughed, the lighting making him look slightly intimidating. He pressed himself up against Chris, hands tracing Chris' body in a way that was deeply familiar to him. Toodles guided Chris out of the circle and onto the bed. Miraculously avoiding all the fucking candles, and laying himself ontop of him.

Toodles stuck his hands up Chris’ shirt, feeling up his bare chest. Chris’ heart raced as he felt Toodles’ claws lightly drag against his skin, gently, to avoid hurting him. He sat up and began to tug at Chris’ clothes, making no attempt to hide his lust. 

Toodles’ sharp teeth glinted in the candlelight, “Oh, I can’t wait to play with you~”

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What the Latin is supposed to say (Though I highly doubt google translate got it right) is: Chaos incarnate, Humanity's bane, you are what I so desire. Show yourself, false me, and torture me no longer.

Total word count: 856 (Just a little thing I like to keep track of)

[alleycatchitchat]

To the person behind me on the bus, craning their head to stare at my phone screen in disbelief: yeah asshole that’s right, I AM reading wild kratts fanfiction right now. Yeah I’m a fully grown adult and yeah I have the entire internet at my fingertips and what I want to do right now is read this almost-100k-word-count Chris/Zach unfinished slowburn and you know what?? Its fucking fantastic!!! What do you have to say to that huh

[littlecrittereli]

Okay I gotta say your art + story have gotten my fanfic engines a churning and now I'm picturing AU with the bros starting out in the wildlife game but with Martin as an 18-19 year old and Chris as this 14 year old and it's more "panicked older brother trying to keep his baby bro safe" while they encounter poachers/dangers.

OKOK HEAR ME OUT....

Martin has legal guardianship over Chris (uhh parents gotta die for this i am so sorry mom and dad kratt but it's for the fanfiction so please forgive me) Which is why a 14 year old is able to join their research team. Martin is technically "homeschooling" him, (i mean technically he's learning on creature adventures so...)

Martin was offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join the Tortuga research program and Chris didn't want to be the reason that Martin held back on his dreams. So, Chris was basically like take me with you, I'll be good and stay out of trouble I promise. So basically Martin is trying to do his job while simultaneously juggling the responsibility of raising Chris. And the rest of the team helps out as well so they all become a little family and go on these adventures.

The rest of the team would step into older sibling roles as well: Aviva would teach Chris about programming and engineering, Koki would show him how the Tortuga runs and how to make small tune-ups, and Jimmy would teach him how to bake and play video games with him. JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES

I don't think Aviva would make a CPS for him, Martin would lose his mind if she did. Chris was already a handful, he does NOT need to be running around as a gecko. Maybe she could make a less extreme version of the suit for him? Like a partial creature power suit, where it can give him traits of animals. Instead of turning into the whole leopard, it just gives him leopard claw gloves and a tail for balance. So a little kiddy version of the CPS. IDk it's just an idea.

[sabyfangirl16]

After heading over to the garage to grab his Creature Pod, Chris ends up falling out of the Tortuga and landing in a forest where the sky seems like it’s permanently covered with clouds. Now he has to survive on his own with minimal equipment and materials while his brother and friends search for him wherever they can.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51577057/chapters/130363633

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/356010652-wild-kratts-desolate

[cyberfairyblog]

Cyberweek day 5: Crossover

Since cyberchase shifted focus from math to environmentalism, the best show for crossover with is Wild Kratts! The technology in WK makes it possible. Imagine the cybersquad helping the Kratt bros in the real world. Or maybe something funky happens with the Tortuga and it sends the crew to cyberspace?

Imagine the Kratt Krew finding out that the only thing standing between evil is a group of kids.

The Kratts wondering what species Digit is modeled after.

Inez geeking out over the creature power suits.

Jackie freaking out when she activates a flying mode

Matt choosing the coolest animal

Chris: "hey i thought my main color is green!"

Matt: "who said you have ownership over an entire color?"

Aviva: "BOTH of you can be green!"

Jimmy thinking they're just transported into a game, in fact it's his knowledge of games that ends up saving the day

Koki overwhelmed by the various sites and sights, who knew the net had a whole sentient population

Donita recommending a new villain suit for Hacker (much to his annoyance)

Buzz asking Gourmand if he has donuts

Delete is a secret fan because he likes bunnies just as much as the Kratts like animals

Zach being very impressed with how advanced Cyberspace is, proceeds to hatch a scheme to steal its secrets for himself

Poor Fabio just wants to go home, far away from that witch (and it's not Donita this time)

The lesson could be about how the internet is a useful tool for spreading information - and MISINFORMATION - and how to fact check.

[rainbowyumy]

I JUST THOUGHT OF AN EVIL AU FOR AVIVA (Probably gonna be ignored of forgotten so just set aside when I have time)

This is inspired by littlecrittereli's "Reprogram AU".

A malfunction almost risk the life of Martin, and Chris gets super angry at Aviva. This results in a nasty dispute between the two and Aviva being scarred by Chris's harsh words. An enraged and depressed Aviva sides with her own ENEMY, Zach, for the sake of getting revenge against the team (mostly Chris.)

Aviva would use her tech building skills and her smarts to create defenses and weapons for herself and Zach. She would also use her smarts and great reflexes to physically attack her rivals, since I thought she would be the type to get her hands dirty.

Chris, already regretted what he said to Aviva in the past, and is constantly trying to apologize to Aviva and get her out of that state. But it fails to no prevail, at least during the beginning. Unsurprisingly, he's the main target whenever Aviva attacks them.

Martin is treated similarly, but not as bad as Chris. Martin didn't like how Chris yelled at her during the dispute, and therefore understand Aviva's reasons and uses that to get to her. Due to her being the cause of his injuries, Aviva is still a bit regretful of him. She's less aggressive with him during battle, but that doesn't mean she would spare him.

At one point, during her evil state, she almost kills Martin. Ironically, the second time since the malfunction. Luckily, MK is rescued before fatal consequences occur. This would be the perfect time for Aviva to question her actions. But it wouldn't fully convince her enough to redemption, yet. At least in my opinion.

Despite working with his enemy, Zach would be extremely thrilled. He always wanted to defeat the Kratt brothers and their team, and this advantage to Aviva's great inventions and strong traits would be in his favor. I'm not sure if he should concerned or even more happy of Aviva's brutal methods. (There will be no shipping involved, however. This would be more story based than shipping based.)

Koki would be as regretful as Chris, for a similar and different reason. She would think it's her fault for not being more supportive to Aviva and not standing up for her during the dispute. Just like Chris, she would try to get her to listen and convince her to stop. However, these attempts would later lead to Martin close death encounter.

Despite Jimmy's flaws of being in the side lines, that wouldn't stop him from assisting his team and getting his friend back. The whole event made a big impact on Jimmy as he willing to break his personal boundaries just to save his friends and stop Zach.

Aside Varmitech, I'm still wondering what to do with the other villains. I did have the thought of also having Paisley being involved, but due to her redemption arc in the season 7th special "Our Blue and Green World, " it wouldn't make sense. Donita would design Aviva's battle outfit, though.

I'm not sure if Aviva would be mind controlled (since that's the usual method many Wild Kratts evil aus do) or she would be mostly motivated by anger. I'm also unsure how she'll redeem herself in the end, but I'll figure both ideas out later.

This is still a draft. Any constructive criticism would be very appreciated. ^^ (I'm not good at make story by scratch, my apologies! )

[q2-1]

So l have an idea.........

[jumpin-jack-va]

The entire PoN crew in season 1

I'm going to draw the extended crew After I reread season 2

@wkpowerofnature