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Still Subject to Change Chapter 10 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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I shifted a bit so he could see it and pointed to the pale mark on the back of my shoulder blades illuminated by the red fire, giving it a strange orange glow.

“How did you get that one??? What happened?”

He was back to his blubbery old self, damaged tooth forgotten for now at the sight of the pale line on my back.

“Well one time a guard almost got me, but i was a bit faster than him, and as i turned a corner i was suddenly bleeding from my back, Then I looked over my shoulder and apparently that guy just fucking threw his sword at me”

“Wait what? that's so dumb though, why would anyone throw their weapon like this?”

I shook my head at him as i didn't know why someone would do that either, it was a bad idea really, Why risk losing an expensive weapon?

But that was in the past and didn't matter now, I was just glad that I had no other lasting damage other than the scar.

“Whatever, it's late we should sleep like Rikaad said”

I shifted a bit over to flatter ground and flicked some rocks away so I could lay there without having sharp things poke me all the time.

Shifting to lay on my side and facing the fire I settled down for sleep.

Feeling something move at my chest area I looked down to see Robin curling up next to my thorax, probably trying to steal some warmth.

He looked like a kitten next to me and curling up like this didn't help to get rid of the mental image, so I just left him lying there and put my arm as a barrier between the forest and him.

Having him die while he was lying next to me would be rather traumatizing, not to mention if something were to get this close it would probably try to kill me too.

Settling down completely on the ground I closed my eyes and fell asleep basically trying to get as much sleep as I could before I had to take my watch shift.

Having expected to be woken up in the middle of the night by Rikaad to watch the camp i was surprised to find that when i awoke it was already morning.

I looked around confusedly and the first thing i saw was Robin still curled up next to me and fast asleep, The second thing I saw was Rikaad sitting next to my shirt and fiddling with the fabric, what was he doing?

“Rikaad? Why are you messing with my shirt? I only have one you better not destroy it”

I was still a bit sleepy and with Robin half leaning half lying on me I didn't want to move.

“I am not messing with it, i'm just repairing small holes so they don't tear”

He spoke quietly and focused back on his task.

It was weird, this was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me, so I better never tell him that I stole it from a clothesline a few months ago.

I was still a bit befuddled at the fact that i hadn't been woken up for a watch shift but looking closer at Rikaad he had bags under his eyes but somehow still moved like a man wide awake.

“Have you slept? Nobody woke me up for my shift watching, don't tell me you were awake the entire night”

He shook his head and continued patching up my shirt.

“I couldn't, not with Arthur still back there, so i started doing this instead, but i do hope that we can come up with a plan to get Arthur back today”

Now I felt a bit guilty, I knew Arthur wasn't captive anymore and actually fine if probably quite disgusted at what had happened.

I was glad that today we would backtrack a tiny bit and meet him somewhere in the woods.

I really hoped he would never tell anyone that i ate him but i couldn't realistically expect that it would stay a secret forever.

So bringing them back to Kamerasca and then leaving would be the best option as much as being alone again pained me.

“Done, try seeing if the stitches hold when you put it on”

He held a corner of the cloth in my direction and I tried to take it without waking Robin who was still snuggled up to me.

Sadly I was unsuccessful and he woke up, blinking owlishly against the morning light and flopping onto his back.

“Ugh, morning”

While Robin complained about the sun I put my newly fixed shirt back on and was happy to find that all the tears were expertly fixed, even the ones I had tried fixing had been redone.

He really was surprisingly good at this, Robin hadn't been kidding.

Standing up I just put some dirt over the still smoldering remains of the fire, I didn't want to cause a forest fire after all.

“So what is the plan? Just backtrack and see what we can do?”

Rikaad stood up and put his sewing supplies away.

“Ideally we will know what to do before we get there, but yes for now we backtrack and try to figure it out on the way”

Robin immediately came up to me, looking at me with wide eyes, holding his arms up as a signal that he wanted to be picked up again.

Obliging, I cupped him to my chest and started to walk after Rikaad the way we came from yesterday, all the while on the lookout for Arthur.

I could hear Rikaad quietly mumbling to himself, likely trying to come up with a plan even if I knew it was unnecessary.

He didn't know that Arthur was fine after all, and I couldn't tell him, but he'd see soon enough that Arthur was fine.

I hoped.

There was the possibility that he had gotten lost in the dark or been attacked by another manticore.

Shaking such thoughts out of my head I continued to trail after the dark haired human in front of me.

It was funny, his almost black hair and well toned skin let him blend in near perfectly into his surroundings.

I was really glad that he chose not to kill me when we first met, which is also another reason why I couldn't tell him about the pouch.

I was worried he'd change his mind on letting me live, I somehow didn't doubt he'd actually find a way to end me.

Lazily walking through the underbrush after him I kept my eyes open for any sign of Arthur, or worse.

I wasn't sure that the Maringand Guard had given up yet on following us and I hoped I didn't have to find out.

Hearing something snap up ahead my muscles tensed, ready to defend myself before hearing a loud shout.

“FUCK”

That was Arthur's voice!

He was right up ahead and yelling at something.

I hoped he wasn't in trouble but before I could react Rikaad had already pelted over the ground in the direction of Arthur, hands on his sword.

“Rikaad wait! Donovan let's go!”

Robin tugged at my shirt and pointed after Rikaad and I followed a bit more cautiously, what if some of the Guards did follow us this deep into the forest?

But actually seeing Arthur was a relief, even if he had somehow managed to get seriously stuck in a thornbush and was hitting it loudly swearing with a stick.

Rikaad had already begun helping him untangle and I set Robin down who immediately tried to help too.

“ARTHUR! Are you okay? How did you get away? How did you end up in a bunch of thorns?”

Robin was babbling excitedly again while worrying for his friend.

While they tried to get him out of the thorns by shoving all of them aside I decided to pick him up, lifting him out of the thorns, and he was clinging to my fingers as he dangled over the prickly bushes.

“FUCKING- i hate plants im going to set this green hell on fire one day!”

Setting him down in front of the other two he was immediately tackled into a hug by Robin.

He looked a bit miserable, like he hadn't slept at all and being stuck in a bush didn't do him any favors whatsoever if the countless bleeding scratches were any indication.

“Im fine, im fine stop fretting about me! I just want to get as far away as possible from THAT place so can we move along now?”

He really didn't seem pleased at all and very tired, more so than Rikaad.

“How did you escape? Or did they let you go? What happened?”

Now Rikaad was the one asking questions and I nervously glanced at Arthur.

Robin however did look at me with a puzzled expression and then back at Arthur.

I twitched nervously, I hadn't taken into account that Robin could also tell about it, but when he looked back at me he winked and put a finger over his mouth.

Looking back at Arthur he was fishing some leaves out of his hair and then looked back at Rikaad.

“I escaped through sewers and no i'm not going to elaborate, it was horrible enough already lets just go”

He walked past Rikaad with his shoulders hunched over and a miserably tired expression.

Baffled Rikaad went after him and I followed, scooping Robin back into my palms and holding him against my torso.

“Arthur? You look tired, maybe you should rest? I could carry you if you want?”

At my offer he looked up at me with tired eyes seemingly taking some time to comprehend what I had said before he shook his head.

“I'm fine, I can walk by myself, let's just go as far away as possible, okay?”

He continued stubbornly walking away from Maringand and was heading towards the mountains.

Weird, I had thought we had given up on going there, well the others at least.

It was still my plan to go there after I had dropped the small humans off at Kamerasca.

The thought of being alone again hurt more and more with each passing day but I continued to ignore it, there wasn't anything I could do about it anyway.

Following him and Rikaad I made sure to not hit my head on any of the tree branches that were getting denser the closer we got to the mountains.

“Donovan? Do you think he's okay?”

Robin whispered from my hands trying to get as close to my ears as possible without falling over.

“I think so? he said he was at least, i'm sure hes just tired and grumpy, you said yourself he's a grumpy man so i think he's okay”

He didn't look entirely convinced but sat back down into my palms, lounging lazily against my fingers and watching the ground beneath him.

“So wait a second, Where do we go now exactly? I thought we would be going back home and not to the mountains?”

Robin did have a point in that, I wasn't sure what route exactly the others wanted to go but I was pretty sure that Kamerasca wasn't in that direction.

“Well since we don't really know where we are and which direction to go to it might actually be a good idea going somewhere higher up to plan a new route, lest we end up in a different part of Maringand instead of Kamerasca”

Rikaad admitting that we were kind of lost wasn't what I expected to hear, but at least he was honest about it.

“So we are going to go higher up and see if we can find the way home like that? Are you sure about that? I thought the mountains were dangerous?”

Robin was now clinging to my fingers again, he was probably a bit scared of the mountains from all the rumors there were in Kamerasca about them.

“It'll be fine if something does show up i'll just kick it as hard as i can”

I tried to reassure him while still trailing after Arthur and Rikaad.

Rikaad was trying to get Arthur to stop for a second so he could assess his wounds, which consisted of multiple scratches and a possibly broken nose.

Arthur ignored it and just kept stomping forward and I sort of expected him to collapse at any moment now.

It was weird, for him to be this tired he really must have been awake the entire night and who knew how long he had been stuck in those thorns.

Rikaad suddenly turned to me motioning for me to lean down.

“Can you help me for a second? I want to make sure all those scratches are clean, we can't risk an infection out here and he is being stubborn, so could you pick him up for a bit?”

Nodding and setting Robin next to him on the ground I went over to Arthur and Picked him up.

Immediately he began weakly cursing and tried to kick my fingers, sitting down next to Rikaad I held the angrily twitching form of Arthur in front of him.

“Calm down, I just want to make sure those cuts don't get infected, you said yourself you escaped through sewers right? I don't think a river bath is going to get rid of all of the nastiness from that so keep still and let us help”

Arthur went still at this, seemingly only now realizing that the story he had told would mean that he had crawled through some Nasty stuff.

“Ugh fine but i still want to put as many miles between myself and Maringand, at least i didn't have to swim in that stuff so just get it over with”

He went limp and I carefully set him on the ground where we apparently now made an impromptu camp in the middle of the day.

Robin somehow had found a lot of dry branches and was putting them together in a heap to make a fire while Rikaad pulled a metal cup from somewhere and instructed Robin to go fill it with water at the river.

While Robin did that Rikaad inspected Arthur's broken nose and dabbed the dirt away with a small Piece of cloth, much to the protest of Arthur who flinched every time it touched his nose.

I feel kind of useless right now.

I was too big to properly help while Robin could go get water and Rikaad was able to take care of Arthur's wounds, and I was just sitting here next to them completely unable to do anything helpful.

It sucked, it was really dumb that I had been struck by this stupid curse, and it felt more and more tempting to just try and yank it off even if I destroyed my hand in the process.

But there was no guarantee that just ripping it off my wrist with force would actually break the curse.

I might just stay a giant, but then with only one working hand which Honestly was even worse.

Since I couldn't help the smaller men I instead went to be on the lookout for anything that would come near us.

At least i could help by making sure no uninvited beings showed up, The last we needed right now was another Manticore thinking it could snatch up a human.

Luckily the only thing that came from the forest was Robin with the water which he put on the fire Rikaad had made in the meantime.

Seeing them move as a unit like this to help Arthur I felt kind of…jealous? No that wasn't it, it wasn't jealousy more like..envy.

I envied them for the fact that they had someone to rely on when they needed it, and I envied them for not having to be alone all the time.

I envied them for being human with human friends, something I could never have as a Bastard.

I hated myself for being the son of an Elven man and Human woman.

I sort of wished that my mother had never met the pointy eared man that promised her the world, and then ditched her as soon as he could when he found out that she was pregnant.

Well, lamenting about a past I couldn't change wasn't going to help anything, and at least my mother stuck around as long as she could before dying of typhoid.

Watching the small men patch up Arthur was even a bit endearing, they did their best with whatever supplies they had while Arthur looked close to nodding off after probably spending the entire night awake.

After some time they had patched him up as god as they could and put all of their stuff away.

Leaning down again after they were finally done I put my hand down on the ground as I was sure Robin would want to be carried again.

But instead of Robin climbing on Rikaad dragged a tired looking Arthur over to me.

“Does the offer of carrying him still stand? I think he might fall asleep standing up at this point”

I nodded and very carefully let Rikaad drag the at this point half asleep Arthur into my hands.

He really must have not slept at all since i had sent him off downstream, Rikaad hadn't either but he seemed to be fine aside from some darker circles under his eyes, he really was the scariest out of the three.

Cupping the tired form of the small human closer to my chest I started walking after the other two small men again.

The mountains did look a lot closer now than before our Capture and I hoped once there we could see which way to take to get them back to Kamerasca.

Until then though I would do my best to be helpful, and for now that meant carrying a sleepy and bruised Arthur while the other two led the way.

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It was now two days after we escaped from Maringand and Arthur had almost completely healed aside from a slightly crooked nose and the obvious bruising.

He also had kept his word about not telling Rikaad about how he actually escaped, which I was glad about.

We had gotten a lot closer to the mountain in the time we had walked even if i still thought that if i carried all of them it would have been faster but so far the only one that had never actually willingly climbed into my hands was Rikaad, and he made no sign of ever wanting to do that.

It was fine that he didn’t, I just wish walking after them didn't feel so awfully slow.

It did make sense that i was able to walk a lot faster than they were seeing as my legs were taller than them, none of the humans even reached up to my knees.

At the very least we were now very close to the mountains and I could see Wyrmhurst mountain in front of me, only a few minutes walk away and I realized for the first time how steep it actually was.

I marveled at the fact that something Steeper than a barn roof didn't just collapse in itself, which also presented the question how the fuck anyone was supposed to climb this thing.

The narrow woods surrounding us weren't any help either as I got stuck more and more often in the branches as the trees got bigger the farther we traveled and Rikaad had to patch my shirt twice now.

In short, this sucked, a lot.

We probably would have to go around it a bit to see if there were any less dangerous places to climb.

But maybe we got lucky and the first place we found was at least somewhat climbable.

Expecting either more Forest or just a wall of stone, I was surprised that we suddenly emerged in a little clearing that had a big Oak Tree stump that went up to be over my head, and surprisingly an askew hut that had been directly embedded into the cliffside of the mountain.

Judging by the smoke coming out of one of the three chimneys it was even inhabited.

“Who the fuck would live out here of all things?”

Arthur had apparently seen the smoke too, and I did have to give him right on this, This was out in a Forest that was widely regarded as dangerous and deadly as proven by the fact that I had to fight off at least three more manticores in the two days we had traveled.

At least most of the Wildlife left us alone due to my size but it was still annoying, and mosquitoes did not care how big I was so they were the major annoyance anyway.

But it was still strange why someone would live out here of all places.

“No idea maybe they got banished or something, i think we should just leave it alone”

I really didn't want to mess with someone that had survived out here, human sized no less as indicated by the hut.

If someone could survive out here they probably had a lot of skill and I wanted to keep my hide intact a bit longer.

I didn't want to walk backwards in case one of the humans was right behind me so instead I turned my head around to scout the area, Rikaad doing the same, trying to figure out where to go to not intrude in this place.

Suddenly I heard an unknown voice from somewhere above me and I looked around to locate it.

“What do we have here? Humans? This far out and traveling with an Ardua no less, how strange”

I could not find where the voice was coming from, it sounded like it was above me somewhere between two big trees and I hoped that I was still the only giant here.

I didn't know if I could fend off an actual one and I'd rather not test that.

And what the hell was the voice even talking about? The human comment made sense but the rest not so much.

Feeling Robin hide behind my leg I decided to respond to the voice and see if it was hostile or not.

“Who are you? What do you mean by that? And where are you? I don't like talking to disembodied voices”

The other two humans had also shifted to stand closer to me, likely not wanting to suddenly find themselves face to face with a possibly hostile being.

“You can call me Oakley, and I'm right here, you have to look up to the tree young Ardua, i'm right in front of you on one of the branches”

Hearing the voice who introduced itself as Oakley say that they were in the tree in front of me, I tried my best to actually find them, but I couldn't make out anything.

It seemed even the others couldn't see anything either judging by Robin's reaction.

“I can't see anything? Are you sure that you are there? Or are you messing with us?”

“Look again”

This time I could actually make something out, but only because it was moving, having blended in perfectly before due to standing absolutely still.

The figure that showed itself was wearing a dark green patterned cloak that hid most of their other features.

But I could make out the Pointiest ears I had ever seen poking out from between hair that had the color of oak bark, and strangely bent legs with weird birdlike feet that had two of their toes bent backwards to grip the branch the figure was sitting on better.

After a second I could also make out a sort of tail swaying behind them that was split into two at the last part showing that their skin was the color of Stripped oak wood.

If they had not moved I would never have been able to tell that they were there.

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strayrockette · 2 years

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Squeak Squeak Shelby fam x reader

Summary: reader loses her pet and receives comfort through the Shelby's.

Trigger warning: none

Requested: Yes by @mysticalpandora

A/N: I am alive. Took me a while to complete this one. I seem to be getting stuck one fic at a time he..he....😕

She wandered the halls of her home, peering around corners with groggy eyes and restless bones. Irritably calling his name into the shadows to warm her bed on this cold night. It wasn’t until her eyes landed on his collar sitting on the kitchen table, did she realize just how empty and quiet her home felt.

Her ears twitched, listening for the pit-pat of his paws’ prancing against the wood and his awful imitation of a meow. Her heart sank deep into her stomach, for the umpteenth time she only had the sounds of shadows echoing back at her. Mirroring her disappointment. Y/N snatched his collar from the table and trudged back to bed, passing the washroom, door ajar, and a small bucket fit for a cat lay recklessly. Y/n eyes avoided the open bathroom, grief creeping in as a memory pulled through.

Her fingers dipped into the warm water, sinking the rag in once and then pulling it out to squeeze out the remaining water, “You’re not very good at meowing, are you?”

His orange fur glistened with soap and water, the tiny kitten lay on its side, peacefully basking in the care she provided. Most kittens refused to remain still for a cleaning, but this one rather liked it. He squeaked as she gently rubbed the rag over his paws, the built-up dirt slowly washing away.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh before she squeaked back. The next few days followed the same, he would squeak and she’d respond in kind. Until one day his name became the very thing, she teased him for.

The memory pained Y/n, she swallowed it down and crawled into bed. Her eyes felt heavy and all she wanted was to sleep peacefully.

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Sleep never came and Y/n had convinced herself that maybe it wasn’t a bad thing. At least being awake she could try and control the memories that floated around. That wouldn’t be easy if she had been sleeping. The only positive thing about the restless nights she’s had for the past week.

Her mornings were just as restless and aimless. Most were spent curled on the couch and staring blankly at the fireplace. But today was different.

Y/n sat across Polly and Ada, both busying themselves in her kitchen. Y/n wrapped a thin blanket around her shoulders and cleared her throat, “Why exactly are you guys in my kitchen?”

Ada was the one to answer, “It’s your turn.”

Y/n mind blanked, her turn for what?

Polly turned, knife in hand-waving it in the air around them, “Dinner night, love. It's your turn to host.”

Ada brushed her hair behind her ears, “The boys are out searching for the best steak money can buy, Polly’s goin’ handle the drinks for most of the day, and we’re-she waved between her and Polly-are goin’ to make a feast.”

Y/n raised a brow, “And what about me?”

Ada shrugged her shoulders, “All you have to do, is enjoy our company and drink.”

Dinner nights were important for the Shelby’s. Despite the rocky relationships and less than honorable work they did, dinner nights were the only nights they set aside everything and tried to be a functional family. It only occurred every few weeks and was hosted by each Shelby. In this case, it was y/n’s turn. Y/n had known the Shelby’s since childhood. She’d been there for them through thick and thin and as such, was considered family by choice.

She distinctly remembered John telling her to be ready to hide Squeak from Arthur when her turn to host came ‘round. That was the beginning of last week. She parted her mouth, ready to ask them to leave, to post pone dinner night, to leave her to her silence. But Polly’s laughter reverberated through the home. Filling it with warmth and loudness she had missed.

Perhaps hosting tonight's dinner wouldn’t be too bad. Y/n watched as Ada squealed, batting Polly’s greasy fingers away from her. Amazed by how childish and silly they turned when they weren’t thinking about what big bad event would follow them next. Y/n fingers gripped the thin sheet around her shoulders, taking a step back she tilted her head towards her bedroom and told them she’d be back after a quick wash and a change of clothes.

The rest of the morning and early evening passed with light conversations and teasing. Polly had given her a few too many drinks but y/n felt great. John and Arthur came after the 5th drink was passed around. The best steak in their possession and excited grins on their faces.

“Already startin’ without us, eh?” Arthur jabbed at John’s shoulder, “I told you; they never wait for us to start the fun.”

John chuckled lightly, “What did you expect, Polly brought the whole damn bar wit’ her, she’s worse than us.”

Polly scoffed, “I’ve been ‘round lot longer than you twats, of course I’m worse than you.”

Polly took charge of the kitchen, ordering the boys to leave her alone and for Ada to pick up the slack. Y/n was promptly ordered to have a drink and to sit at the table.

Arthur’s voice rang loudly piercing through her thoughts, “I miss that bugger, even if he hated me.”

Somehow the topic of conversation moved towards the absence of Squeak. John belted a laugh, “What’d you do to the lil guy?”

Y/n turned in her seat and tilted her head to look into the living room, “He did NOT hate you”

Arthur’s following look of disbelief led her to continue, “he just.... wasn’t very fond of you”

Her lips quirked teasingly. She thought affectionately of Squeak’s mischievous behavior where Arthur was concerned. He’d hide patiently in the shadows to attack Arthur's ankles as he passed by. Based on the scars on his ankles, Arthur had a different way of viewing his encounters with Squeak.

“You can laugh all you want, but that bastard hated me guts,” Arthur exclaimed, he pushed his hair back and leaned into the well-worn couch. He stretched his legs and tugged his trousers up, displaying the tiny claw marks left behind by Squeak, “I remember how I got each one, worst war I ever fought in, eh.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed. She remembered each one as well as he did. She’d watch Squeak saunter away with his head held high and tail swinging, followed by a hopping Arthur with a pained expression so often, it was almost expected when he came to visit. It wasn’t supposed to be funny, but the things Arthur would say after the forementioned attack always made her laugh.

“I APOLOGIZED YOU SNOOTY BASTARD! LEAVE ME ANKLES ALONE.” Arthur hopped on one leg, one hand rubbing his ankle and the other pointing erratically at his attacker who sauntered away, tail wagging in the air teasingly.

She laughed aloud at the memory before addressing Artur once more, “You stepped on him and didn’t apologize right away. I say, he has a right to enact revenge.”

Ada set plates onto the table, nodding in agreement, “It’s true, I stepped on him once and apologized, he never attacked me.”

“I think there’s a consensus that you’re the true bastard here,” Tommy stepped through her living room door, a sealed box in his arm.

John took the box from him and turned to set it on an empty side table. Y/n eyed the sealed box with curiosity, “What’s that for?”

Since entering her home, they had made sure to be as loud as possible yet fell silent at her question. Tommy’s eyes slowly analyzed y/n, “A gift.”

“For me?” she was standing now walking towards the box, her shoulders brushing against Tommy’s as she passed. Her fingers ran over the top of the box, its surface smooth and cool.

“It’s from all of us.” Polly spoke, “Was a riot to get the details right.”

Polly’s statement piqued her interest. With swift hands she opened the box and peered inside. Her heart swelled as she stared at a sculpture of her pet. It was strange to see him immortalized in this way. Whoever put this together tried their best to get the details right. From the cocky tilt of his head to the teasing sway of his tail, it was perfect. He wasn’t real and therefore wouldn’t do any of the things she wanted but nonetheless she loved him. Because now she had something to refer to when she missed him.

She laughed, tears slipping from her eyes, “thank you, I love it.”

She wanted to grab it, pull it from its box and hold it everywhere she went but she was afraid she’d break it with her shaky hands. At her admission a wave of relief washed over the room, “how about some dinner? I’m sure we’re all starved,” Tommy uttered after a moment.

Y/n was all too happy for the distraction and extra company. Maybe isolating herself wasn’t the best idea, but she was glad she had people like the Shelby’s backing her up for something as mundane as losing a pet in all the chaos they experience daily.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Could I please request some unrequited love headcanons for Comte, Theo, Arthur, and Leonardo?

A/N: Hello anon! I've left Leonardo out because he just got a very long fic and the others don't have quite as many requests so I wanted to let them have their time to shine. I hope that's ok!

Word Count: 964

Comte de St. Germain

Pushing aside the heavy velvet curtain, Comte has a perfect view down into the sunlit garden and a perfect view of you. Of both of you. Leonardo has set up his easel and is watching you attempt to paint the wooden gazebo with its clinging vines and flowering bushes. He leans over your shoulder, reaching around you and covers your hand with his, guiding your brush strokes. Comte’s sharp golden eyes zero in on the way his long fingers curl around your delicate wrist, the flirtatious, downward cast of your eyelashes, the sensual smile playing over Leonardo’s lips.

You turn to look at Leonardo, your faces so very close, and Comte’s breath is held prisoner in his lungs. Your eyes, even at this distance, are bright as stars, your cheeks rival the pink petals of the roses you’re trying to capture. His chest begins to burn. There is undeniable longing in the tilt of your head, the inviting pout of your lips. What would he give to have that perfect expression of admiration and yearning aimed at him?

Leonardo leans forward, as unable to resist you as the tide could the enthralling pull of the moon. The paintbrush falls from your fingers, abandoned, as you wrap your arms around him, your body melting into his impassioned embrace.

Leo deserves happiness. This is the mantra that gallops through Comte’s mind, over and over, even as he tries to ignore the agonizing ache in his chest. He closes the curtain once more with a trembling hand. Now he stands, slumped in darkness, his heart a flower without sunlight, without water, slowly withering away.

Theodorus van Gogh

One of the best things about walking through Paris on a clear afternoon, just before evening breaks and spills its lavender and orange and pink across the sky, is using the fading light that is left to admire the street artists and their work.

Vincent’s fingers are laced through yours, strong and protective as you move across the Pont des Arts, taking in the different paintings, all sizes and subject matters, that the different street artists are displaying, trying to make a sale. You pause in front of a painting of tiny calico kittens in a basket. “Oh look!” Vincent smiles, soft and affectionate as he nods, immediately engaging the artist in a conversation about brush types and which paint they used. You are content to listen, unable to hide the sunshine of open admiration you have for him. Your smile is radiant with it. Your eyes sparkle with it.

Theo pretends to be deeply interested in a smaller painting of a doomed ship out at sea during a violent storm. Normally he would spend time studying the black, thrashing waves with their white caps, noting the way the artist created movement, how they captured the chaos of nature gone feral with their brushstrokes. But he is distracted. Because rather than stare at the painting and study it, he is staring at something he considers a perfect piece of aesthetics: you. He has long since memorized the line of your cheekbones, the curve of your jaw, the perfect symmetry of your lips. Your eyes are a color that has never existed for him until he saw them. They are the bright window to the part of you he admires most: your kind and gentle heart, that luminous part of you that shines resplendent as a harvest moon.

And now those eyes are fixed on his brother as if he were the one who hung all stars in the sky. Your fingers are locked tight with his, laced together, a perfect pairing. His jaw clenches as he turns back to the painting of the wild, roiling sea. He has that same turbulent ocean inside of him every time he sees you look at Vincent that way. It floods his heart, dragging it down into the black depths of despair, leaving him as windswept and lost as the small, broken ship in the painting.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Of all people, why Newt? Newt with his wide, cherry-blossom eyes and slight frame, his dislike of people and a good time. His mind which so easily winds its way through impossible equations but cannot small-talk its way out of a paper bag. That Newt is who you have chosen to love. The one you have decided is allowed to receive all of your warm smiles, your tender touches, the melody of your laughter.

He caught you one night. Strolling back from a tryst with one of his regulars, the sweet taste of blood stilling lingering on his lips. He entered the mansion through the garden gates at the back. As he made his way quietly as a shadow around towards the front, a certain sound caught his attention.

He stops, ducking behind the gazebo when he spots you and Isaac. Evidently you had come out into the garden at night to do a bit of stargazing. Isaac’s telescope is set up, pointed toward the sky. But it is abandoned, left to gaze on its own. You and Isaac seem to have gotten distracted, laying on an oversized picnic blanket, wrapped in each other’s arms. Gripping the wooden railing of the gazebo, Arthur’s sharp blue eyes note the details: the way your fingers are white, curled so tightly against Isaac’s shoulders; the way his leg is pressed between yours, the tilt of your head, baring your sensitive throat to him. And that sound, the one that caught his attention, the sharp gasping of your breath as his lips feast on the bare skin of your shoulder, the slope of your neck.

Green-eyed jealousy roars inside of Arthur’s heart. His fingers are bloodless as they grip the railing. The lingering taste of another woman’s blood suddenly turns sour, curdling like rancid milk on his tongue. He doesn’t want her, or anyone else. The woman he wants, the one he dreams of, is currently in the arms of another man. And all he sees now is red.

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arrthurpendragon · 6 months

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you’ve asked other ppl for ten facts about an oc, so now’s your turn to spill ten facts about any oc you’d like!! -🍂

You are amazing!!! I'll go with Nerissa! Spoiler edition! lol.

Nerissa had an orange cat for a pet in Ealdor.

Arthur then gives Nerissa an orange kitten upon their return to Camelot. He claims that it was making a ruckus in his room, but truth was he went searching all over Camelot for the little orange furball.

Their first kiss is technically nonconsensual - but Arthur does it to sneak Nerissa the flower to save Merlin - he's putting on a bit of a show for the guards who are taking him to a cell for slipping out of Camelot against his father's wishes. She slaps him after the kiss and only understands later when she finds the flower in her pocket.

Nerissa will meet a half-brother from her father's side unknowingly at Arthur's coming-of-age celebration in series 1.

Nerissa dresses up in Merlin's clothes and meets up with Arthur on the way to get the flower to save her brother because she doesn't trust Arthur with the task. (Arthur discovers her true identity when they're over halfway there and he realizes that he can't bring her back and get the flower in time, so he grudgingly brings her along.)

Nerissa is going to help change Morgana's destiny.

Nerissa is crucial to defeating the afanc, only she uses her magic accidentally.

It takes Nerissa longer to fall for Arthur than it does for Arthur to fall for Nerissa.

There was a boy in Ealdor that Nerissa was all but expected to marry. When she goes back to save Ealdor, he all but demands that unspoken contract be fulfilled. Obviously, Arthur comes and saves her. lol.

Nerissa will meet the Great Dragon, whether Merlin wants her to or not.

#10 facts #oc: nerissa #fic: the prayer #fd: merlin #spoiler edition #alvita🍂

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chronicallydragons · 8 months

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I’ve got just a little over a week to figure out what we’ll name our new kitten

If it helps, the shelter named him Lamb already, my other two cats are Penelope and Theodore, my two bunnies are Duchess and Merlin, and my beardie is Pyro

The kitten is a flame point siamese and currently is almost pure white except for his stripey orange tail and ears

#polls #names #kitten #flame point siamese #shelter rescue

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honyakuninakunaru · 1 year

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So That We May Not Forget This View // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Akira's room)

Akira: ("Wow, it's incredible how many scenes there are in this 'Vestiges Records' thing...")

I was flipping through the book's pages and recalling events from the past, when a familiar voice called out to me.

Mithra: "What's with you, staring off like that?"

Akira: "Ack! M-Mithra?!"

Mithra stepped out of the Door of Space and languidly strode into my room.

Mithra: "I mean, not that I care. Just give me your hand, come on."

Visibly irritated, he promptly snatched away the diary from my hands.

Mithra: "What even is this thing?"

Akira: "It's a book called the 'Vestiges Records'. I found it in Murr's storage room. He said he wasn’t going to use it anymore, so he gave it to me. When you cast some magic on it, your current location's scenery gets illustrated on the pages. I wanted to leave something as well, which is why I've been going here and there with everyone lately..."

Mithra: "I see."

Akira: "You and I have been to quite the places too, haven't we? For example, 'The Black Cat With The Purple Hat's Mansion Upon An Orange Night'..."

Mithra: "We have been there?"

Akira: ("...Has he really forgotten...? Though if I'm being honest, sometimes he seems to have forgotten about his promise to Miss Chiletta as well...")

Mithra: "If you do well, I might consider it."

Akira: "Consider... what?"

Mithra: "Come on, pronto."

Being coerced in such a way, I promptly clasped the hand that was extended to me.

CHAPTER 2

(Hallway)

Akira: "(I somehow managed to put Mithra to sleep this time, but my powers are still a bit unstable...) ... If I can just get the knack of it, I'll be able to help Mithra every time, but..."

Mithra: "Help me with what?"

Akira: "Eek! M-Mithra! You and your sudden appearances..."

Mithra: "Yes, yes, anyways, I've got something to ask you."

Akira: "Ah, do you perhaps want to hold ha—"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Akira: "Wha—!"

Taking advantage of my bewilderment, Mithra grabbed me by the nape of the neck as if I were a kitten.

Akira: "H-Hey!”

Mithra: "Come on, let's go."

Akira: "G-Go where?!"

———

(Black Cat Mansion)

Coming out of the Door Of Space, we were greeted by a sky adorned with drifting grey clouds and a worn-down, yet exquisite Western-style mansion.

Akira: "This is... The "Black Cat's Mansion' you brought us to once, isn't it!"

There used to be a rumour that if you performed a particular ceremony here, you would get the 'Miracle Candy Apple'. It was said that no matter how strong a magic power one might possess, once they took a bite, they'd be forced to sleep forevermore.

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "(Why is he staring at me like that...? Ah, does he...) Mithra, do you perhaps want... the 'Miracle Candy Apple'? I mean, it is troublesome having to look for me every time you want to sleep... And if you ate that..."

Mithra: "It is indeed tremendously troublesome having to constantly run after you."

Akira: "I'm sorry..."

Mithra: "However, that's not what we've come for this time. Besides, that apple cannot put me to sleep, as 'miraculous' as it may be."

Akira: "Then what are we doing here? (Does he want the apple for some other reason...?) But, don't we have to perform that complicated ceremony to be granted permission to enter the mansion?"

Mithra: "Do we?"

Akira: ("Did he forget that too?!")

Mithra: "Don't worry, I've got it."

Akira: "Phew! I knew I could count—"

Mithra: <Arthim>

(Cracking)

Akira: "D-Did you just blow up the door?!"

Mithra: "I did. It is the quickest, most efficient way to get in. Now, let's go."

Akira: "M-Mithra, wait!"

CHAPTER 3

(Mansion Hall)

As I ran to catch up with Mithra, I couldn't help but notice how the mansion's entrance hall was still as austerely beautiful as when we had visited the first time. And just like last time, a large cauldron full of water and apples was enshrined in its centre.

Akira: ("Ooh, right, Heath and Arthur had to bob apples as part of the ceremony... Hm?")

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "(He's looking at me again... Does he want to...?) What do you say we bob apples together, Mithra?"

Mithra: "Huh? Why would I want to do something like that?”

Akira: "Well, don't you want to go further in? ...Ah, but we aren't blonde or silver-haired youths, are we..."

I cast a glance at the hall's gates. Just then, seeming to have thought of something, Mithra headed towards them.

Mithra: "Oh, that's what you meant. <Arthim>"

(Rumble)

Akira: "N-Not again!"

Mithra: "Yes, again. Let's go."

———

(Mansion Ballroom)

On the other side of the gates was a gaudy ballroom with a stunning ceiling, lit like the night sky. And in the centre...

Black Cat: "Meow."

As soon as the cat saw us, it came running to cuddle at our feet. It almost seems as if it's been impatiently awaiting our arrival...

Mithra: "... This creature feels familiar. I think we met it last time too."

Giving it a little thought, Mithra bent down as if peeking from under something and extended his hand.

Mithra: "Will you grant me this dance?"

At those words, the cat happily leapt into Mithra's arms.

Mithra: "... This feels familiar indeed."

Akira: "Yep, last time you invited it for a dance just like this. Although the circumstances were a little bit different back then..."

Mithra: "Is that so."

Akira: "But since we didn't perform all the necessary steps for the ceremony, we might not get the apple...”

Mithra: "Oh, did you perhaps want it?"

Akira: "N-No, not really... I thought... You wanted it?"

Mithra: "I already told you it's useless to me, didn't I? I brought you here because you said you wanted to fill in that record thing of yours."

Akira: "I-Is this really why we're here?!"

Mithra: "I thought it was obvious. No wonder you haven't brought it out yet."

Akira: "(I-Is that why he was staring at me all this time?! Don't tell me he was expecting me to pull it out...) I'm so sorry, Mithra, it really didn't occur to me... I don't have the ‘Vestige's Records’ with me..."

Mithra: "...Goodness gracious."

Akira: "But, I'm glad we came here! I truly appreciate it. Though it is unfortunate that we couldn't leave this in the records, I'll never forget our second coming here."

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "A-And I hope you'll remember it too! That way, we both..."

Mithra: "That is impossible, I'm afraid. I will surely forget one day. I'll forget you, and this day too."

Although true, the indifference in his tone and words made my heart ache just a little.

Mithra: "...Whether I forget or remember is all up to you, you know."

A small smile adorned his face as he said that. Mithra then extended his hand to me.

Mithra: "Here."

Akira: "T-The records! Where did you-?"

Mithra: "You're quite forgetful, aren't you? I'm a wizard. This is the least I can do."

Black Cat: "...Mreow?"

Akira: "...Ahaha, you're right. I suppose I did forget."

Mithra: "Come on, use it already. What happened to not wanting me to forget any of this?"

Akira: "...Yep, I'll leave the memory of today here, on this page! Will you come to look back on it with me sometime, Mithra?"

Guide To Surviving In The North // Card Training Episode

(Manor Lounge)

Akira: “Our last trip was really fun! Thank you for taking me, Mithra.”

Mithra: “It's nothing.”

Akira: “There must be plenty of stories like the one of the Black Cat’s Mansion in this world. Do you have a favourite such story or legend?”

Mithra: “But of course I do. My favourite is the legend about me.”

Akira: “Ooh, do you have legends like Oz’s?”

Mithra: “How distasteful can you get. Mine’s so much better than his.”

Akira: “S-Sorry... So, what does it tell?”

Mithra: “ ‘Shall you stumble across Mithra of the North, smile as you turn on your heel and run as fast as thy legs can carry you.' "

Akira: "...Aha..."

Mithra: "It's quite well-known in the North. Don't tell me you've never heard of it."

Akira: "Umm, I think Bradley told me about it some time ago... But since it's something only within the territory of the North, I thought..."

Mithra: "Still, you have heard of it. After all, my name is associated with teaching people how things stand in the North. Thus, you ought to watch out as well, lest I wipe you out by chance."

Akira: "Y-Yep, I will... (If Mithra himself is warning me, then...)"

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Thank you so much @_Zeotrope_ for providing raws yet again!

#translation #mithra #mahoyaku

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Just had to take a mini break from #drawing Christmas 🎄 stuff by drawing #mysteryskullsanimated fanart stuff and one of my favourite characters from those animated music videos on YouTube is Arthur Kingsmen (the fact my new cat/kitten isn’t just named Arthur to match my other cat Merlin but his name can now be for both Merlin & Arthur story but for mystery skulls animated Arthur :3 .. although if that Arthur was to become a cat I believe he’d be a cross with a tabby orange cat 🐈 and a ragdoll cat because that Arthur hasn’t got the eyes of a ragdoll but his personality can match a shy ragdoll cat’s but that’s just a guess I’m going on) ✍️✏️✨🌼⭐️

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls arthur #arthur kingsmen #my drawings #alanaartdream #my artwork #drawing #fanart #mystery skulls fanart #Instagram

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dreamingblacktabby · 2 years

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Hey, so when I did the Brokenstar's tail post I didn't have a very good picture of Pudge's tail but I finally got a really good picture to show off just how much shorter it is compared to kittens with normal sized tails.

Arthur is orange kitten on left, Pudge is middle and Wilbur of the black kitten.

Broken tail looks shorter than it actually is because it also doesn't lie flat or straight which exaggerates it quite a bit. As you can see though, Pudge's tail is noticeably short than the other twos'. It also doesn't help that he's the smallest kitten of the three.

Really funny that he ended up being the smallest kitten because he used the be the biggest, hence the name Pudge, because he used to be super pudgie. Also funny fact, Arthur is clumsier than Pudge because he's got big paws. All our cats who have had big paws have a tendency to be clumsy. It's definitely effected our cats' gracefulness more than broken tails have.

Basically, Blackfoot is more likely to be clumsy due to big paws than Brokenstar is due to his broken tail.

Also for anyone curious, they're three and a half months old.

#Brokenstar #Blackfoot #through the fire au #warrior cats #My cats #technically not Arthur #He's going to a new home soon #Wilbur and Pudge are ours though

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tkafterdark · 4 months

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about us

21 bodily. all alters here are of age as well. varying identities all around. our communication is not great all the time so we use our blogs for comms. we might tag others as well as signing off on posts. there's a quite few of us who are dating, poly, or involved with each other to some extent.

member intros below

arthur simon: mid 20s, red-orange hair pretty boy :). my name is a double barrel so please use both names together, not just one. gay-leaning bi, masculine femme. i use he/him, leaf/leafs, gore/gores. some interests include: werewolves, sub tops, gender fuckery, cuddling, pups, the title daddy. tags: [arthur.simon] or 🤠.

wynter: 30s? based on my source a lot older so let's just say 30s. trans fem dyke. she/her, it/its, or just use my name. interests include submission, light hypno, masochism, service top/bottoming, and being a kitten. tag is ❄️.

🎭📚: late 20s. genderqueer androgyne bi person/puppy. they/them is fine. interests include pup play (obviously), light pain, and monsters of all types. almost exclusively a sub. personally not comfortable with using my name on here but still interested in posting.

johnny: early-ish 20s. masc genderqueer, bi aro. he or they. primary anger holder. interests: "forced" subbing as a cool-down (like brat taming but instead i'm just angry), soft doms, and other cuddly shit tbh. switchy in theory, sub in practice.

others: m., ☁️🌫, ❤️‍🔥🫎, m4u.

#queer nsft #system nsft #<- i wasn't sure if this was gonna be a tag #nsft intro #mdni

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panikpanikpanik · 7 months

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...a bit of traumadump

I really suck at imagining names where other people think it's absolutely normal to do so. For a while I thought that it's just how I work, but...

Nope, I've given things names before. In childhood. But as soon as I did and spoke it out loud - my father chimed in and questioned what potential crush I've named anything. Like, we babysit kitten for a couple of weeks and I decide to call him Arthur because he's orange and somehow reminds me of Arthur from Kameloth from old Disney movie I watched a lot as a kid? Two weeks and more father will interrogate me who this Arthur and not taking actual answers for an answer and accusing me of lying.

Naming bycicle Hera as in greek mythology? Unfortunately, in russian it sounds like a guy's name and I didn't remember it at a time. That time interrogations happened through several years, in and out, when he got drunk. Of course, my actual answer wasn't taken because of course I'm always lying.

Creep behavior.

Anyway, I just eather use canonical names or let other people (or name generators) do the naming. Don't think it's important enough plug in my brain to fix it, but good to know that it's there.

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gwenleiner · 7 months

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wickedscribbles · 2 years

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Oh dang, ficlet requests, so exciting!! Because my cat attacked my foot while I was thinking: Arthur + a bunch o' kittens? Maybe with a femme!reader but thats not necessary!

hhhhhh yes 🥺🥺 I love that idea 💖 Thanks for the suggestion!

Tiny Pink Noses

Summary: You find a box of kittens -- and call upon Arthur for help.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x AFAB Reader (Second Person Perspective)

Rating: General

Tags: allusions to animal cruelty, modern au, fluff!! very fluffy

Word Count: 1,093 😅

“And someone just left them there,” you hiccup into the phone between tears. “They’re so t-tiny and they’re crying and I don’t know what to do –”

“Now, hold on, slow down –”

You try to listen to Arthur and keep a hand on the top of the box at the same time. Sitting in your parked car on the side of the street, you take a few deep breaths for good measure. You’d been walking back to your car after a morning shift at your nearby workplace when the box had caught your eye, slightly damp from the spring rain and pushed up against the side of a building.

There were no words written on it, nothing like free kittens!. No one around to watch them. Just four tiny bundles of fur crowded inside, their little eyes peering up at you desperately. You picked the box up without a second thought, carrying it to your car. It was only when you called Arthur that you started crying, not having a clue what to do. Your apartment doesn’t allow pets, and they look so hungry and small. You have no idea how long they’ve been there, abandoned, alone. How could someone do that? What is wrong with people? It breaks your heart.

“Let’s just… slow down,” Arthur says again. You nod, though he can’t see you. His voice is soft in your ear, comforting, and you’re grateful for his ability to keep his head when you’re currently losing yours. “Why don’t you drive over here and we’ll see what we got to deal with?”

“Okay,” you answer. “Okay, I’ll – be there in a few minutes.”

Arthur lives a few miles outside of town, on a gorgeous piece of wooded property. He’s waiting for you on the front porch as you pull up the gravel drive, thumbs in his front pockets, and the knot in your chest loosens at the sight of him. From the backyard, Copper barks his welcome, wagging his tail furiously. You put the car in park and unbuckle, careful as you scoop up the box. The scuffle of claws against the cardboard meets your ears as you lift up, opening the car door.

He holds the front door open for you, and you utter a thanks. Gathered around the coffee table, you sit the box on the ground, unfolding the flaps. At once, two needy faces peek out at you, black with splotches of orange. Their tiny meows echo loud as the other two hurry to catch up, realizing that there’s an opportunity for escape.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Arthur mutters, moving to sit on the carpet. “Look at ‘em.”

One of his big hands moves to scoop a kitten out of the box, leaving their little paws dangling. It lifts its head to sniff at him before letting out a particularly loud demand for food. To your amusement, you watch a small smile light up Arthur’s face – though he’s always claimed to not be a cat person. He places the kitten close to his chest to comfort it before grabbing another, letting it explore along his lap.

Now that they’re in a safe place, you feel a lot better about the whole thing, even if you still don’t know what to do with them all.

“Guess the first thing we oughta do is get ‘em fed,” he says after a few moments of watching them play. “And call the shelter. I can’t keep ‘em, and I know you can’t.”

You think for a minute. The pet store in town should have what you need, but you don’t want to leave the kittens alone. If one of you stays here with them, then the other can call the animal shelter. Arthur graciously volunteers himself to stay put with the little bundles of fur – emptying the box of all four kittens into his lap as you gather your keys and phone.

When you return with kitten formula, bottles, and a litter box, they’re all right where you left them. Arthur’s leaned up against the living room wall, murmuring something too quiet for you to hear as you bring the supplies inside. But the tone of voice he’s using is sweeter than you’ve ever heard him use, and the little kitten peering up at him honest-to-God looks like it’s hanging onto every word. As you draw closer, some of what he’s saying becomes distinguishable.

“...Gonna get you fed, okay, kitty? Yeah, nice and round and healthy little fella. We’re gonna take care of you. You’re never gonna live in a box again.”

“I got the stuff,” you say quietly, grinning as you hold up the bag.

Arthur blinks, flushing a little as he realizes you must’ve heard some of the adorable monologue. “Oh – uh – good. I called the shelter, ‘n they said we can drop ‘em off tomorrow mornin’.”

“Now we just have to feed the poor little things,” you say, studying the back of the formula box. “Who knows when they ate last.”

You might not know when the kittens ate last, but they act like they’ve never had food in their lives. With you and Arthur armed with tiny bottles in each hand, you take turns feeding each little black-and-ginger furball their share of lukewarm milk, wincing a little as they grip your hand with earnest claws.

Once they’ve had their fill, their bellies round, you deposit them onto a soft blanket pulled from the couch. Something melts in your heart as a few of them knead the material with their tiny paws, letting out purrs before drifting off to sleep. They look peaceful, curled up against one another, and you’re so happy that they’re alright. At the shelter, they’ll get veterinary care and plenty of attention, and go into foster care before they go up for adoption. A few hours ago you’d been so upset about these little ones, but now they’re sleepy and full, their mouths wet with milk.

As it turns out, one of the four kittens never gets put up for adoption. Though Arthur had insisted he couldn’t keep a cat, one snuck its way into his life anyway. Once he realized that Copper would get along with one, you think he was sold on the idea completely. You’d seen the way he’d looked at them that first day as you’d opened up the box. The smallest kitten – Jellybean, he calls her – goes straight from foster into Arthur’s home, and grows into a longhaired tortoiseshell beauty.

Every now and then, you can still catch him talking to her.

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