Peter Mills x fem!reader
Summary: When your sphinx cat gets stuck in a tree, firefighter Peter Mills saves the unusual creature.
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: None
masterlist // one chicago masterlist //
Your sphinx cat Imogen isn’t allowed to go outside. Normally, you were very precise with the way you left the windows open, the nets in front of it so she couldn’t escape. But somehow she managed to turn into Houdini and got out.
The best part about this story: you know where she is.
The worst part is: the little idiot got stuck in a tree.
To call the fire department was your only option and you saw Truck 81 of the CFD arrive not long after you called them. You made your way over to truck, hearing poor little Imogen cry out. She was an indoor cat. You had no idea how she managed to get out there, but your cat had managed to do so.
‘You called?’ one of the fire fighters asked. You had seen him on television a few times. If you remembered correctly, his name was lieutenant Casey or something like that.
‘Yes, I’m so sorry to bother you. I just am so afraid. My cat… She’s stuck in that tree.’
He nodded. ‘Well, we’ll help her out. What color is she?’
‘Well, yeah, there’s a thing,’ you start. ‘Imogen is a sphinx cat, so she’s mainly pink, but because it’s so cold, even in my apartment, she’s wearing a brownish colored sweater.’ You could see the firefighter was a little overwhelmed by the information. ‘Please don’t laugh at me.’
Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh. ‘That’s a first,’ he notes, ‘but she’ll be easy to spot. How’s she with people?’
‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘She can be okay with people, but she’s not an outdoor cat, so there’s a possibility she’ll freak out.’
‘This sounds like a job for the candidate,’ he says. ‘Candidate!’
‘Yes lieutenant?’
Of course they’d send the hottest fire fighters to solve the cat problem you’ve got going on, but this so called candidate was the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.
‘There’s a sphinx cat named Imogen in that tree. Good luck.’ Lieutenant Casey slapped him on his shoulder and the candidate looked up.
Right at that time, Imogen meowed loudly.
Then the candidate looked at you and smiled. ‘I’ve got this covered,’ he told you. ‘Imogen will be alright.’
He climbed in the tree with a certain ease. In a soft voice he said: ‘Hi Imogen.’
The answer was a loud meow. You could see through the branches the way your sphinx cat nearly leaped in his arms and he cuddled her in his jacket. Carefully he climbed down and when he hit the ground, you made your way over to him.
Her cute head poked out of his coat. ‘Hi baby,’ you cooed, tears burning in your eyes. ‘Don’t be so stupid again, okay? You are not made for the outside world.’
The candidate handed you Imogen and you quickly checked her, thankfully not a scratch on her.
‘You scared the shit out of me, so please don’t do it again.’ You kissed her face and was met with a meow.
The candidate placed his hand on her little head. ‘She’s quite the cutie,’ he admitted. ‘Never thought I’d say that about a sphinx cat.’
‘Why not?’
‘Well, they look like cats, without the hair. Kinda freaked me out, but Imogen is a sweetheart.’
You chuckled. ‘Yeah, she’s great. Thank you for saving her.’
‘It’s my job, ma’am.’ He saw how Imogen was shivering and said: ‘Go back inside, she needs to warm up.’
‘Yeah, you’re right. Thanks once again.’
’Pleasure’s all mine,’ he said, patting Imogen one more time. ‘Stay indoors, Imogen.’
‘Meow.’
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It’s been a few days since the Candidate saved your cat, so you naturally wanted to thank him. After you locked your house safely, so Imogen couldn’t escape anymore. You found out truck 81 belonged to firehouse 61.
You made your way over and walked inside.
‘Hello miss,’ the man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever said. ‘How can I help you?’
‘Hi, I’m looking for the guy who saved my cat a few days back.’
‘Well, we had a busy week, because we saved three cats over the course of a few days. What color was he?’
‘She was a naked sphinx cat.’
Instantly he knew what case you were talking about. ‘I see,’ he says. ‘You need Mills, our candidate. He’s in the back. Allow me to show you the way.’
‘Thank you.’
You followed him inside and the firefighter said: ‘Yo candidate, you have visitor.’
The handsome candidate looked up from the stove (which you thought was odd) and smiled when he recognized you. ��Hey,’ he said, a crooked smile on his face. He dried his hands and walked over to you, placing a hand on your arm, as he lead you away from the nosy firefighters. ‘What’s up?’
‘I just wanted to thank you for the other day. I’m really glad she’s okay, thanks to you. I know this will never repay for what you did, but here.’ You handed him some cookies in a nice little jar. ‘I don’t know if you like this, but I wanted to do something.’
‘I love these, thanks. You really didn’t have to.’
‘Imogen is my baby,’ you admitted. ‘I’d probably die if I would’ve lost her.’
He smiled. ‘I understand. She’s really cute though.’
You looked at your watch and said. ‘I’ve gotta go now, however… If Imogen sneaks out again and climbs a tree, I’ll be calling Firehouse 61 again.’
He nods. ‘Good to know. I’m Peter Mills by the way.’
‘I’ll ask for you if it happens again,’ you chuckled.
You walked away and made your way to the exit, when he caught up. ‘Wait, please,’ he said. ‘If I can have your number, I can… We can… Hang out. If you want of course.’ He rambled on, but then shook his head. ‘No wait, I’m sorry. I’m overstepping.’
‘No,’ you said, way too quick, because you were glad he’d chased you down. ‘I’d love to. I know Imogen would love it. She really did well with you.’
‘Cool,’ he says. ‘I really liked her as well.’
‘When does your shift end?’ you asked.
‘Tomorrow at seven in the morning,’ he said.
‘Wanna have breakfast?’
He nodded. ‘I’m down for that. Only if I can see Imogen afterwards.’
You smiled. ‘That can be arranged, Peter Mills.’
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I know i've suggested this before but... I just love the idea of reader accidently getting turned into a cat and suddenly becoming a menace💀 like they start pushing stuff off Dottore's desk, MULTIPLE vials falling and shattering. Reader doing zoomies around the lab as the segments desperately try to catch them...
Reader kneading on the segments legs.... making so much dough 😭 and Reader getting so many pets!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!
Foxttore and Cat Reader playing and running around... (Reader getting suffocated by the pufflings because they all decided to lay ontop of Reader...)
Then reader gets turned back into a human and is very confused when prime dottore looks at them very unamused (the lab is a mess and they will be forced to clean it all)
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READCAT BEING THE MOST MISCHIEVOUS EVEN IN CAT FORM... you could only be restrained with cuddles and head scratches... climbing up the legs of the segments begging for head pats ough... loafing on their lap and refusing to get off so they're stuck there...
Reader shattering the vials and random agents start falling everywhere... 💀 it would be CHAOS. All because of a silly little cat who's now perched at the top of the biggest shelf in the room sleeping peacefully while the segments are left to deal with the current mess of the lab.
You would accidentally tear Foxttore's little suit... you'd have to stitch it back when you return to a human. Kneading a puffling would be so fun omg... poor things don't know what's going on but they like the sensation.
Being a kitty is fun and all but you're happy to return to being a human again for all the kissies! :3 Unfortunately you receive none until you clean and reorganize the lab as it once was. And also handwrite all the documents that were ruined. The only one who helps you is Zandy. Dottore notes to himself not to let any strange concoctions near you ever again...
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