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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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can i request familiar!reader kneading their hands/paws to get comfortable on the brothers' lap? if you cant do all, please do the oldest brothers

Obey Me Brother’s React To Familiar!Reader getting comfortable in their lap

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Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: He/She Asmo, Gender Neutral Reader, Catboy Reader, + insane levels of cuteness especially from reader

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Lucifer

Oh this old man

He was sitting in his bed reading a book when you came in, mumbling about how sleepy you were

He’s used to you climbing into his lap and snuggling up to him; it’s common cat behavior after all

It always tugs at his heart strings a bit, but something about you kneading your paws against him for the first time made his heart swell with pride

It was so soft, so gentle, and especially heartwarming when your low purring reached his ears

“What are you doing, Familiar?”

“ ‘m getting comfy…”

“Ah, I see…”

He allowed you to get comfortable as you saw fit until you were satisfied

Then he pulled a blanket over the both of you and held you do his chest

He definitely thinks your cat behaviors are adorable but will never ever admit it, he has a reputation to uphold after all

He lets you know in subtle ways though

Like how he’ll drag a hand down your neck or chest when you purr, feeling the vibrations

Or how his eyes watch the tip of your tail as it flicks back and forth

He thinks you don’t notice, so don’t say anything

You’ll embarrass him

“It’s times like these that I can’t believe I was ever on the fence about getting a Familiar…”

Mammon

He thinks you’re the single most adorable little thing on the planet

But he’d rather DIE than ever admit it

So every time you crawl into his lap he grumbles and complains because it’s Mammon of course he does

“Familiar! I know you’re desperate to be in the glorious presence of The Great Mammon, but do you gotta be so clingy?!”

And the answer is always yes

Of course it is

But he shuts up real fast the first time you knead his lap

Stops in the middle of his sentence like someone suddenly hit his mute button

Taken aback, even

He stays silent and frozen until you’re done

You settle into his lap with a soft purr, wrapping your arms around him

And slowly he wraps his arms around you as well, a hesitant hand coming up to rest on your head

He sighs as you relax against him and for once in his life

Mammon shuts up

And is very happy that he did

“Who ‘da thought I’d ever be cuddlin’ up with you…”

Leviathan

Oh this easily flustered boy

He was definitely enamored with you at first sight, images of all the cat hybrid anime characters he’s ever crushed on flashing through his racing mind

For a very long time he was too nervous to even speak to you, your cuteness overwhelming him if he so much as looked too long

If you had told him just a few months ago that you would be regularly curling up in his lap…

He would’ve melted into an embarrassed puddle at just the thought

But now it seems so normal, so comforting, something he not only expects but looks forward to

And he smiles down at you as you climb into bed with him

Taking your usual seat next to him as he clicks away on his controller

Except this time you don’t climb into his lap

Instead you reached out, gently kneading his legs with your paws

He froze, eyes going wide and his face heating up

How could you be so adorable?!

Your eyes softly fluttering closed, the soft purr emanating from your chest, the peaceful energy you radiated…

He squealed a bit when you finally climbed into his lap, seeming to have made yourself comfortable

He’s grinning ear to ear as he puts an arm around you, gently rubbing your back

“You’re just too cute for your own good…”

(Oh and he definitely refers to it as ‘making biscuits’ by the way)

Satan

Definitely the most open about his love for your cat like features and behaviors

Always scratching your head just to hear you purr, toying with your tail or eyes your ears as they twitch and turn

In fact, he’s usually asking you to snuggle up with him

And of course you can’t say no

He’s definitely a good cuddle buddy

He knows exactly where and where not to scratch, how you like to lay, and when you’ll want to sit with him

It’s a delightful surprise when you climb into his lap unprompted

He even puts down his book!

Although he wasn’t expecting it, he’s not exactly surprised when you put your hand on his chest and begin slowly kneading

“Getting comfortable, Familair? It’s alright, take your time.”

And all the while he strokes your hair with a soft smile

When you’re done he’ll pull you in tight with a forehead kiss and a cheeky comment

And then the best nap of your life

And by your life I mean you only

He’s going back to his book, sorry

“Lay here as long as you’d like, Familiar. I’m not in a rush.”

Asmodeus

Just like Satan, he thinks you’re the cutest thing to ever walk the earth!

Or, uh, Devildom technically

She’s always squealing and raving about how you’re just too darn adorable!

Always pulling you into hugs and holding your face in her hands just so she can look at you for a bit longer

You’re almost as cute as he is!

And he doesn’t just say that to anyone, you know

That’s a big deal

He’s a big cuddle enthusiast, never running out of excuses for you to sit with him

Unfortunately, Asmodeus simply can’t have you kneading her lap like that

She can’t risk any blemishes to her perfect skin, and you could wrinkle her nightclothes!

That’s alright though!

Because shes got a perfectly comfortable bed with lavish blankets and fluffy pillows for you to knead all you’d like

It’s a win-win!

He gets to see you be utterly adorable and you can still get comfy and spoon

Asmodeus will always find ways to accommodate you

“My Familiar’s so cute, I could watch you all night!”

Beelzebub

Just stating the obvious:

Beelzebub is a big boy

Massive, even

His body could completely engulf yours

And he’s basically a giant breathing teddy bear

Which is the best kind of cuddle buddy

He’s laying down on his bed when you come in, probably scrolling through Devilgram and snacking on whatever he found in the pantry earlier

He greets you with a smile as you climb into bed

And you plant yourself on his lap

He looks up at you as he lowers his phone, swallowing the last bite of food in his mouth

You lean over a bit, planting your hands on his chest as you slowly begin to knead

He’s confused as first, but he decides not to ask when he realizes how relaxed you look

Your soft purrs are music to his ears

And he simply lays back and enjoys the free massage

He looks back at you when he feels you lay down on his chest

Your tail flicking back and forth slowly behind you

His strong arms drape loosely over you as he too relaxes with a sigh of content

“I’m glad I have snacks here already. I don’t wanna move for as long as possible.”

Belphegor

If i’m being honest, Belphie has plenty of catlike behaviors himself

Always tired, generally unbothered, will get comfortable anywhere, won’t come when called…

He gets it

He probably doesn’t even noticed when you climb into bed next to him

He’s most likely asleep

This means that unfortunately Belphie doesn’t get to see how cute you are as you gently knead him with your paws

But somewhere in his unconscious he knows you’re there

He knows when you snuggle up next to him

And he knows the comforting feeling of your warmth

And he knows your quiet purring that manages to make its way into his dreams

And in his slumbering state he’ll still wrap his arms around you and hold you right

Because even in sleep Belphie loves his Familiar

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wrencatte · 1 year

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was trying to give Jason another cat, but I ended up getting side-tracked by a headcanon I have about one of his Joker inflicted injuries, how it didn't heal properly, and the subsequent chronic pain that comes with it....

Jason wakes up to a paw on his face. It’s not the first time and it certainly won’t be the last, but it’s ridiculous every time. He presses his lips closed as he opens his eyes. Turtle stares back, eyes wide in the darkness, nose inches from his – close enough he can feel her whiskers. Her paw moves from his mouth to his nose in a little boop then back to his mouth. The amount of times she’s stuck the paw in his mouth has made him very quickly train himself to keep it closed during the waking hours. He grins and she lets out a little mrrp!, purring heavily on his chest.

Then her feeder clicks on and she’s gone in a blink, scrambling off the bed and bulldozing her way to the bowl. Jason sits up slowly, feeling the reemergence of every hit from patrol last night. His dreams were okay – better than okay. He doesn’t remember anything at all. But waking up is still a chore, muscles aching, nerves lighting up. His feet settle on the ground, and he hooks his hands over the back of his head, elbows on his thighs, and does his best to massage the pain away before it blooms into something that’s gonna knock him flat.

It could be worse, he reminds himself. It could be so much worse.

Jason brings his hands around, presses his thumbs to the hinge of his jaw on either side. One side is fine. Normal. The other one screams in protest at the pressure and he can’t stop the pathetic little whimper from escaping between his teeth. What hadn’t hurt (yet, his mind supplies him) now brings tears to his eyes, a sweat breaking out all over his body.

Oh. So it’s gonna be one of those days. Fuck.

The Joker broke his jaw. Shattered it really. It hurt so much to scream that eventually couldn’t. Couldn’t breathe around the blood in his throat. He remembers Bruce lifting him up, cradling him so gently, just before the end, and he couldn’t even get out Dad around the mangled bone.

Of course, as his luck would have it, the Pit didn’t heal everything. It couldn’t heal everything. Either it was too much damage, or it was too old, or a combination of both plus whatever resurrected him in the first place – it just. It couldn’t keep up.

Which means that his jaw likes to lock up occasionally. Another little check box on the endless list of shit that’s wrong with him. Makes it hard to talk, makes it hard to fucking eat – a great thing for a guy with all the food issues he has. Chronic food insecurity will do that to a person.

He cups the side of his face where it throbs, breathing through his nose as steadily as possible, willing himself to not burst into tears. It’s not the first time this has happened. It’s just – the first time it’s happened since he’s come back to Gotham. Since the weird orbiting the family has done has settled into being in the same space instead.

Jason doesn’t know how long he sits there, wondering how he’s going to function. His vision is blurry. His head hurts. His face is agony.

Fur brushes his leg. He blinks and looks down to see Turtle curling around his ankles the best she can at this angle. She pats his toes, rubs her face on his exposed ankle, purring up a storm. He’s never had a cat before and Alfred never purred this much, but he’s not complaining. Her purrs have become literally one of the most comforting things in his life and he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

He scoops her up and cuddles her to his chest. She’s tiny compared to him, but she’s not scared. She’s never been scared even as a small kitten in that rainy alleyway. Turtle presses her nose to the underside of his chin and kneads his arm.

Jason swallows thickly around the nausea building up, his stomach churning. He’s too hot and too cold at the same time. He can’t afford to puke with his jaw like this. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses them to Turtle’s fur, breathing slowly. This is fine. He’s fine. Everything’s fine.

#jason todd #red hood #the adventures of jason and turtle #my writing

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smileymoth · 9 months

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This is Daniel!! He is my pride and joy, and drawing him truly makes me feel really happy ^_^

Under cut is a whole lot of information about him!!!

I originally created him in April 2013, but he was a girl named Kristina back then. I feel like I have to acknowledge the mess that was Kris the Cat before I get onto more relevant information: She was THE scene kid, THE evil girlie who wanted to poison everyone. THE one with dark blue wings and awful lot of make-up even though IRL I couldn't dream of putting make-up on ever (Repressed emo kid with "grr tomboy" mentality). She stayed with me for a whole year until 2014 June when I decided... hmm what if I Genderbend Her since I had seen some artists who I liked genderbend their own ocs. So I did. (That artwork I made is lost in the sauce forever, i think i deleted it off the web and then my dads computer got fucked so its gone permanently.) And that design of him kind of stuck with me more for unknown reasons so I made him my main sona.

Here's the timeline of his designs that I made back in 2020:

The reason why his name is Daniel is mostly due to Danny Murillo and Danny Worsnop, the lead singers of the 2 bands I was extremely in love with at the time. Hence my own name too. At the time I was 12, and because me and my bestie (hi Evan!!!!) were playing toys with our ocs on DeviantArt and wanted to make a band, we came up with 3 extra characters (he made Ethan and Aiden, I made Jack) and Danny became the lead singer of Fallen Soldier (epic cringey band name from cringey teens!!! I even made a failgirl logo for them!!) (The name originates from them probably listening to too much Rise Against and 5FDP)

I haven't changed his backstory too much from since we made it up the first time, since there's really no need to. When I say that my best friend is very intertwined in this world, I mean it. We built the world for these furries together and I will cherish it forever :3

ANYWAY let's get to the character info

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Name: Daniel Varing, stagename Danny Smileymoth. (when I gave him that last name I was 12 so do not bully me for it literally meaning 'avalanche'. it would be an excellent scene kid name on myspace. danny avalanche. lol)

His friends call him Danny or Dan Dan sometimes.

Birthday: 1. February, (aquarius sun, libra moon, cancer rising) <- this part matches w me too

Gender: non-binary, he/she pronouns. (he doesn't care about gender since he doesn't understand it's importance)

Personality: He's very sweet and kind, and enthusiastic about the things he enjoys. He gets attached to people quickly, that also means he can be quite possessive over them, sometimes feeling unnecessarily jealous when his friends don't pay as much attention to him as he'd like. He understands that this is a personal flaw and doesn't act upon it. His social battery drains real fast when he's out in crowded places, and mostly just enjoys spending time alone or in a small circle of friends. He enjoys art and music greatly. He needs a little bit help sometimes understanding social cues and such. She hates the Sun and tries to stay in the shade as much as possible, it makes her overheat. He likes to purr and knead when he's happy... he sometimes forgets to retract his nails so umm yeah. Meow. He likes people watching. He's normal I promise. (lie). He likes taking care of his friends.. he will make them gifts, buy them clothes or treats. He does have a bit of a short temper but he feels guilty about it, and tries to not lash out over stupid things that have no importance.

I mostly draw Danny wearing feminine clothes that can be related to emo/scene/goth/just alt fashion. Aka a lot of black. He does really like velvet and skirts though!!! Unlike me he does actually wear jeans too. :3 he just doesn't like them to be ripped, is all. He almost always keeps his hair down.

He loves the paisley pattern, velvet, corduroy, leather jackets, lacey skirts and shirts, leather shoes... you get the drill. He also always wears the metal bracelet on his right hand and the 2 necklaces around his neck. (just like meee)

Backstory Factoids:

As of right now he lives in California. He grew up in Estonia. He has been best friends with Jack since early childhood. He met Kratis at a local library where the mans was working. He got introduced to Kratis' friends, Ethan and Aiden. They had been planning on starting a band, and since Danny could sing, they just took him and made him the lead singer. Jack joined the band later on after Danny introduced him to the rest of his new friends.

He found Inbawez (weird freak of a pet) when wandering around a nearby forest, Inba took instant liking to him and never left.

Beside being in a band, he goes babysitting every now and then. He is also a freelance illustrator who does cute art commissions on the web.

The "California" they live in is not a representation of the actual USA Cali since I have never been there and we refuse to change their living location. All we know is that Daniel lives in the middle of the forest in a 2 story house with his boyfriend.

pre-danny lore Kristina lived in a hollow tree with her shadow pet Inbawez. She was obsessed with Kratis and due to forgotten circumstances she and Kratis are blood bound. lol

I think this is about it? I am definitely missing something but I want to post this since IT'S BEEN A MONTH SINCE I FINISHED THIS REF AAHH!!!! my pride and joy. feel free to draw her if you want :3 :3 :3 meow

#oc #danny #smileymothart #furry #this was supposed to be posted a month ago its been sitting in my drafts for too long. i am releasing my baby into the wild #reference sheet

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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I know I’ve posted this one before, but what the hell. It’s Johnny and one of my favs :D

-o-o-o-

John Tracy was sick.

Which meant John Tracy wasn’t allowed to go home.

Sure, he could say that he was home, but it didn’t really feel like home. It was full of brothers and people he loved, but it didn’t feel like home.

Home was among the stars.

But apparently astronauts with the flu weren’t allowed to go home.

“It won’t be for long, John. It will be over before you know it.” Virgil was kind and reassuring, but it didn’t really help.

He wanted to go home.

He was determined to work, of course. Until Scott caught him and cut him off.

There were some loud words over that, but the medical department of IR (aka Virgil) sided with the command department (aka Scott) and yeah, he was grounded, cut off from his ‘bird, holed up in his room and miserable.

Of course, his brothers attempted to cheer him up. Alan dumped himself on his bed chattering away with his latest game, all eager enthusiasm. Gordon brought him a pet crab. Even cared for it for him. John was left wondering if it was a snarky metaphor as the crab sat under a rock all day and had a distinct grumpy appearance.

Virgil and Scott were more subtle, but no less caring. Scott ran ideas past him for communications improvements. Piano music and the occasional piece of art found its way into his rooms uninvited.

He appreciated it. Truly, he did.

He just wanted to go home.

The morning he woke up with a cat sleeping on his chest was the last straw.

“C’mon, guys. You know I’m allergic to cats. Are your trying to kill me?” He held the cat out at arm’s length just waiting for his nasal passages to swell up. Though at this point considering his condition, he wasn’t really sure he would notice.

The cat meowed pitifully at him.

Virgil frowned.

Scott arched an eyebrow.

Gordon looked guilty....but then he always looked guilty. John was sure it was an inbuilt survival strategy.

Alan was cooing at the cat and reaching out to scratch it under the chin.

It was an orange stripy thing with big whiskers and that ragdoll floppiness all cats sported.

“Gordon?” Scott’s arched eyebrow was now pointed at the aquanaut.

“What are you looking at me for? I got him the crab, why would I get him a cat? The cat will eat the crab.” Gordon frowned at John. “Don’t let the cat eat the crab.”

Not a sentence John had ever predicted hearing in his lifetime.

“Can someone please take this thing?” He held out the cat even further.

Virgil, still frowning, gently collected the cat from John’s hands and automatically curled it up in his arms. A finger scratched under its chin.

“Thank you. I’m going back to bed.”

And he did.

The next time he woke, a pair of green feline eyes were staring at him, the cat, once again, curled up on his chest.

What?

It meowed at him and poked his nose with a paw.

“Virgil!”

He must have yelled a little too much because next minute his big brother barrelled into the room, panic on his face. “John, what the-?!”

His eyes landed on the cat and his shoulders literally sagged. “Goddamnit, that’s where you are. I’ve been looking for you for hours.” Virgil reached to pick up the cat.

The cat turned from mild mannered bed companion to spitting and screeching demon within a blink. Virgil yelped and fell backwards, his feet slipping on the mat and his butt hitting the floor with a crash.

One of John’s telescopes teetered before tipping ever so slowly. Virgil saw it and struggled to catch it. “Shiiit!” He threw himself in its path and the four-foot metal cylinder landed in his lap.

There was an oomph and Virgil was flat on his back on the floor.

Demon cat kneaded John’s chest a little before settling once more.

It began to purr.

“Virgil? You okay?”

His brother grunted and John struggled out of bed, shoving the cat out of the way. “Virgil?”

“I’m good.” It was up an octave higher than normal. “Sorry about your telescope.”

John grabbed the telescope off his brother and righted it. It was his own fault for leaving it there in the first place. Stargazing from bed was a habit much more easily exercised on TB5.

Virgil waved off his offered hand and rolled over, pushing himself to his feet with another grunt. He eyed the cat with suspicion. “I thought we had an understanding, Bagel.”

The cat eyed Virgil with equal suspicion.

“Bagel?”

“Gordon claims it is your cat so needs a John name.”

“A John name?”

“Yeah, Bagel it is.”

“It’s not my cat! And where did it come from anyway?” John frowned at Virgil. “Another stowaway on Two.”

“No! You know we have sensors for that now. And besides, that was only once.”

“Twice.”

“Once. The polar bear doesn’t count.”

“The polar bear most assuredly does count. Alan still hasn’t forgiven you.”

“Really?”

“It was a polar bear, Virgil.”

“Yeah, well, that is your cat.”

“That is not my cat.”

“Apparently she has decided she is yours.” Virgil held up his hands. Several scratches decorated his skin. “I have enough of these already. She’s yours.”

“I’m allergic.”

Virgil peered up at him, brown eyes assessing. “You don’t appear to be suffering a reaction. She’s been gone for hours. If she has been here, on your chest all that time, you should be showing the affects. All I can see is the remains of your flu.” A frown. “Are you feeling any better?”

It was John’s turn to frown. He had almost forgotten he was ill, but now his attention returned to his body, the signs were clear.

But he was feeling a little better.

“A little.”

Virgil reached up and squeezed his arm. “Good. You hungry?”

A brief consultation with his stomach and he realised that yes, he was. “Yes, I think so.”

A smile spread over his brother’s face. “Great. You’re on the mend.” Another squeeze of his arm and Virgil turned towards the door. “Meet you in the kitchen. Scott went all out this morning and made pancakes. I stashed you some. Gotta grab them before Gordon discovers them.”

“FAB.” John couldn’t help but return his brother’s smile.

Virgil grinned and with a half-hearted groan rubbed his butt and staggered with some exaggeration out the door. “Don’t forget your cat.”

John turned back to stare at the ginger monstrosity still sitting on his bed, calmly grooming.

“Bagel, is it?”

The cat blinked and kept licking its fur.

John sighed and grabbed his clothes.

-o-o-o-

The cat followed him downstairs for the meal, which turned out to be dinner. He had managed to sleep the day away. Apparently, this was a good thing, because for the first time in days, he could move without creaking.

Virgil had indeed stashed pancakes and within minutes there was a short stack piled up in front of him complete with ice cream and maple syrup. Before he even bothered to acknowledge the envy emanating from Gordon across the other side of the table, the stack began to disappear.

Scott knew how to make pancakes. John considered his big brother’s purpose in life and came to the immediate conclusion that it should be IR, family and pancakes.

Of course, pancakes could be a subset of family if considered that way, but there was always the possibility of him opening a business as a pancake chef.

Blink.

Yes, the flu had obviously taken part of his brain with it.

A pair of blue eyes and two pairs of brown were staring at him.

“What?”

“Did you bother to breathe between bites, bro?” Gordon gestured with his head at the table.

John looked down and found his plate empty. “Guess I was hungry. Scott makes great pancakes.”

“Yes, he does.” Virgil plonked a glass of orange juice in front of him and took away his sticky plate. “Now drink your juice and we’ll set up for family movie.”

“Aren’t you guys going to eat?”

“Already eaten.” Scott was poking at his phone, holograms bouncing around above it. “Grandma made meatloaf surprise again.”

John choked on his juice. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Scott did look a little green around the gills.

Well, that explained the envy on Gordon’s face and why Alan was very absent.

“Anyone feed the youngest?”

“All under control.” Virgil chucked Gordon a celery crunch bar and the aquanaut grabbed it from the air.

It was devoured faster than John’s pancakes.

Virgil wandered back into the kitchen proper and soon there was the delicious smell of hot popcorn wafting through the room. The engineer walked past the table again and dumped a chocolate bar in front of Scott. Another one landed in front of John.

“Consider it a survivor’s reward.” Virgil grabbed Scott’s phone out of his hand.

“Hey!”

“Stop working, this is family time. Everything can wait a couple of hours.”

Scott glared at his brother, but grabbed the chocolate bar and capitulated anyway.

Probably because he knew Virgil was right. It was so easy to get absorbed with International Rescue business. John knew he was a fantastic example case of such a syndrome.

A sigh.

Scott glanced up at him. “How are you doing, John?” A smirk. “How’s Bagel?”

As if beckoned, the cat in question suddenly leapt up on to the table and stalked the length of it towards Scott. John’s eyes widened as his eldest brother was targeted by a feline glare of epic proportions.

Scott’s expression was quite an amusing mixture and defiance and terror. Bagel sat down in front of him and after a moment of intense eyeballing decided Scott was boring and started washing herself.

“That is one weird cat, John.”

Everyone jumped as Bagel shot to her feet and dashed across the table at Gordon. “Holy crap!” The aquanaut scrambled backwards as Bagel ran at him. He tangled his feet in the stool he was sitting on and with a crash, ended up on the floor.

“Ow.”

Reaching the edge of the table, Bagel stopped and peered down at the fallen Thunderbird and, apparently deciding Gordon was no more interesting than Scott, sat down and returned to grooming.

The remaining three vertical brothers stared at each other and the cat.

No one said a thing.

“Uh, can someone give me a hand up, here?” Gordon vaguely waved an arm about and Virgil edged around the table to help his brother up.

His eyes barely left Bagel.

“Has anyone fed the cat?” John threw the question in there as a bit of an icebreaker since said cat had frozen the room almost solid.

Bagel looked up and stared at John for a moment before jumping to her feet and ambling over. A simple step off the table and she was in his lap, circling for moment to find a comfortable spot, then curling up and purring.

Again, everyone was staring at the orange fluff ball, John included.

“You have a very strange cat.” Apparently, Gordon hadn’t learnt from his earlier experience, but fortunately, Bagel ignored him this time.

John stared down at the purring ball of fur.

Yes, it seems he did.

-o-o-o-

Despite the possessed cat, the rest of the night went very well. All five brothers plus Kayo threw down some pillows, curled up in front of the holoprojector and waded through a trashy b-grade movie that looked like they were using mannequins for actors and plastic models for set pieces. There was popcorn, laughter and loving family. John felt warm and relaxed and better than he had in days. Somewhere between action scenes, he drifted off to the tinny soundtrack and the sound of his brothers criticising the special effects.

“Johnny?” It was whispered “Johnny, you’ve got to move or you’ll end up with one hell of a neckache.”

A blink and he found himself looking at Virgil upside down. Wha-?

“C’mon, bro. Up you get.” And his brother was lifting him up. Another blink and he realised he was lying on one of the couches...almost upside down, his feet at an angle above his head with his head hanging off the seat cushion. He was far too long for the piece of furniture and, apparently, he had stretched in his sleep.

Virgil was shifting his shoulders into a more horizontal position. Beyond him, the holoprojector was listing all the languages the movie was available in, complete with appropriate copyright warnings. Idly he noted that the Hungarian translation had an error in the third line.

John let his feet drop to the end of the couch before folding up enough to force himself upright. Ugh, Virgil was right. His neck cricked and creaked along with his spine. God, gravity was a nasty piece of work. It had also apparently dribbled all the mucus in his body into his head. His skull protested at the pressure as he sat up and he groaned.

“John?”

Why did everyone think Scott was the worry wart of the family? Virgil with his medical radar was just as bad, if not worse. “I’m fine. Just a head full of snot.” Ugh. Right between his eyeballs, throbbing to the beat of his heart. “Just kill me now.”

Suddenly there was an orange cat in his face, staring.

“What? Bagel, not now.” He gently picked up the cat and put her on the couch beside him. Where the hell had she come from anyway?

A pitiful meow was her response and she edged nearer brushing her cheek against his arm.

Despite himself, he turned to her. “What’s wrong?”

She looked up at him with a combination of adoration and haughtiness. He had no idea what to make of that expression.

Of course, she was a cat. Who understood cats?

“Are you two having a moment?” His brother’s smiling baritone broke the silence and to John’s surprise, Bagel turned to Virgil and hissed angrily.

His big brother took a hurried step back.

“Bagel! Leave him alone! He will never hurt you. For goodness sake, Virgil wouldn’t hurt a fly. Give him some respect.”

To his complete surprise, Bagel stopped hissing immediately. She turned to him almost a question on her face before once again looking at Virgil. Her head dropped and stared at the floor.

“What the hell?” It was little more than breath and all his big brother. Virgil was staring at Bagel, his brow crumpling into a deep frown.

Bagel’s head shot up and once again she was staring at Virgil.

Virgil’s frown got even deeper.

“John where did you get this cat from?”

“I told you, I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

Virgil continued his staring contest with the cat.

“What is it?” His brother’s expression was becoming unnerving, so suddenly determined, it was almost fierce.

“I don’t know.” A pause. “Keep her out of sensitive areas for me, will you?”

“Sure.”

Bagel continued to stare at Virgil.

Virgil continued to stare at Bagel.

A solid moment passed and then his brother was shaking his head, looking at his feet, looking at John. “You good to make it up to your rooms?”

“Yeah.”

“I need to go hunt down Scott. One of the TI directors in the States forgot the time zones. He’s been on the phone for half an hour already.” Virgil sighed.

“Need backup?”

“No.” A hand dropped to John’s shoulder. “You go to bed, you need it. I’ve got this.” The hand disappeared and Virgil climbed out of the lounge, heading towards the balcony.

Bagel was licking her paw.

John sighed. Perhaps some paracetamol would help. “C’mon, Bagel, apparently, you’re with me.” He picked her up and held her against his chest as he staggered to his feet. Cursed gravity. How he missed being able to make the smallest movements and coast across a room.

Bagel reached her head up and snuggled under his chin, her purr vibrating his sternum.

“Why me?” It was little more than an exhaled breath and he wasn’t sure it was a complaint or an actual question.

In either case, Bagel didn’t answer. She just purred into his chest.

So, it remained a mystery for another night.

-o-o-o-

“It just appeared. No trace on sensors, nothing. It’s as if it didn’t exist before the day before yesterday.”

Virgil’s puzzled voice echoed up the stairs as John approached the kitchen the next morning. He glanced at his watch. This was early for his brother; he usually wasn’t up for another hour at least.

“I’m telling you, Scott, there is something very strange about that cat.”

John paused at the top of the stairs, his hands curled around Bagel, gently scratching her under the chin. He had awoken again with her on his chest, but unlike the previous two incidents, he had found himself surprisingly comforted with her presence.

Her purring was strangely calming.

“I will admit she is quite volatile.” Scott’s voice was surprisingly reluctant. “She didn’t even take to Gordon. Every living creature takes to Gordon. Except lizards, I guess. Hell, she doesn’t even like you.”

“That’s just it. She doesn’t act like a cat.”

“What, just because she doesn’t like you?”

“I’m sorry, Scott. Something just doesn’t feel right. Why is she so attached to John? What if she is a plant after our technology?”

“A tech seeking cat? Really?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time an animal has been used for espionage.”

Scott sighed and John shifted, attempting to loosen the tense muscles in his shoulders.

“It’s just that John appears to have latched onto Bagel as much as the cat has to him. How often does John attach to anybody?”

“And that’s what scares me the most. What happens when he returns to TB5? He can’t take a cat with him. It wouldn’t be safe for either of them.”

“Then we look after Bagel for him.”

It was Virgil’s turn to sigh and it was a worried one.

John chose that moment to make his entrance. He stepped lightly down the stairs. “You two really do worry far too much.”

Both brothers started as he entered. The guilty expressions on their faces were quite amusing.

“Virgil, if you are worried about Bagel, scan her.” John held the cat out to his brother. “Take her up to the infirmary and run her through a thorough physical. In fact, I would prefer if you did since as you said, I have become somewhat attached to her. As to what we are going to do when I return to Five...” He shrugged. “I hope we can work something out.”

Virgil managed to look both apologetic and sad.

To John’s astonishment, Bagel wriggled out of his grip and jumped down to the floor. She ambled over to Virgil. His brother froze, obviously wary, but the cat gently brushed up against his leg and rubbed the length of her body across his boots.

The whole room stared.

“Good morning, Bagel.” Virgil’s voice was a little breathless.

“Good morning, Virgil.” The whole room jumped as Brains jogged down the stairs and passing them, bee-lined for the fridge.

“‘Morning, Brains, John.” Gordon wandered in from the pool rubbing a towel through his hair. “Yaargh! What the hell, Virgil. You gone to the cat side?” He took several steps back as he caught sight of Bagel.

Bagel, still wrapped around Virgil’s ankles, turned towards Gordon and spat at him.

“That damn cat is possessed.” The aquanaut made sure the table was between him and the feline.

Bagel glared at him, following with her eyes.

“Eos, I know G-Gordon can b-be a challenge, b-but really, h-he is a good man.” Brains was pouring milk into his cereal on the bench.

“Yes, but he is so annoying.” The AI’s voice bounced across the house’s comm system.

“He st-still deserves r-respect.”

The comm system grunted.

Every eye in the room stared at the engineer.

Gordon found his voice first. “Wow, Brains, thanks.”

John was staring at Bagel. “Eos what do you know about Bagel?”

“Oh, John, everything.” The little imp was so smug.

Two strides and John was beside Virgil. Reaching down, he snagged Bagel off the floor and held her up, his eyes raking over the cat. A moment of intense examination. Bagel stared back at him calmly.

“Okay, how did you do it?”

“Do what, John?”

“Do not mess with me, Eos. I want answers and I want them now.”

“Hiram helped me.”

“Helped you do what?” Scott’s voice was sharp. “Brains?”

“It was a v-very interesting challenge.”

“What did you do, Brains?” Commander Tracy stood up from the table, his height saying everything it needed to.

Brains didn’t notice.

“Oh, Eos had an e-excellent idea to equip Thunderbird F-Five with an internal m-mobile probe mechanism.

“Yes, something that could get into the spaces John cannot.” Still smug. Oh, there would be some serious talking at a later time.

“So, you built a cat.” Virgil’s eyes were wide.

Brains sipped his orange juice, still seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. “She didn’t think I could. So, I did.” He was definitely pleased with himself.

“You built a cat?” Gordon was an echo of his brother. “That cat?” He stabbed a finger in Bagel’s direction.

“Yes?” Finally, the man appeared to realise that something was amiss. “I’m v-very happy with the r-results. It performs v-very well.”

It certainly did. John had her under his arm and found himself scratching her under her chin despite everything.

He forced himself to stop.

“John?”

“Yes, Eos?”

“Do you like her?” Suddenly he was a parent faced with his child’s school science project and the need for approval.

Some science project.

“I like her, Eos.”

“Can we keep her?”

“That is yet to be decided.” It came out firm. It needed to be firm...even though he already knew the answer.

“But-“

“Eos, why didn’t you tell us Bagel wasn’t really a cat?”

“But she is...”

“Eos.”

“John...”

“Eos!”

“I missed you.”

He froze. “I’m right here.”

“But it’s not the same.” That was a definite whine. “You’re not with me. It gets lonely up here without you. So, I built a way to be down there with you.” Bagel rubbed her cheek against his hand.

“Eos is in the cat?” Gordon’s jaw may as well have been on the floor. “She hates me that much?!”

“I don’t hate you, Gordon. You are quite funny. Somewhat clumsy, but funny.”

“Eos.”

“Yes, John?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

No answer.

“Brains, why didn’t you tell us?” Commander Tracy was glaring at the engineer.

“T-Tell you what?”

“About Eos and the cat.”

“That would have r-ruined the experiment.”

“What?”

“Eos w-wanted to see if the f-feline programming was sufficient. The b-best way to do that was test it.”

“On us?” Gordon spouted outrage.

“Surprisingly only V-Virgil appears to have b-been concerned. I w-would be interested to hear your evaluation.”

“Sure.” Virgil appeared to still be processing. Probably attempting to work out exactly how Brains had pulled it off.

“Brains, you, Eos, John and I are going to have a serious conversation.” Scott’s voice was stern. “This is not happening again. This family is not an experimental lab.”

“It was not his fault, Commander.”

Scott arched an eyebrow up at the ceiling. “Really, Eos? I have no doubt that John has a few choice words to be said on this matter.” Oh, yes, choice and many. “In the meantime, please cease the experiment.”

“But-“

“Eos.”

“Very well.”

The cat in John’s arms went completely limp.

He couldn’t help it; a gasp passed his lips and he caught the sudden dead weight with both hands. “Eos!”

All life had left Bagel. She became nothing more than a lifeless corpse. Something inside him lurched horribly.

Every eye in the room was staring at him.

“John?” Virgil’s eyes flashed concern.

He gathered up the cat in his arms and gently placed her on the seat of one of the kitchen chairs.

So real. He shivered.

“You okay?” His big brother was suddenly beside him.

“That was unnerving.” Both of them stared at the immobile TB5 internal remote probe mechanism.

“Eos, can you please reactivate Bagel.”

“Virgil-“

“No, Scott. Too creepy, too real. Please, just...leave her be.”

To John’s surprise, Scott didn’t protest.

But Bagel didn’t move.

“Eos?” His own voice sounded hollow in his ears.

“Yes, John?”

“Please reactivate Bagel.”

“Why?”

“Eos, just please.”

“Very well.”

And Bagel uncurled herself, sat up and glared at Scott. Before Eos could exact any form of petulant revenge, he grabbed Bagel off the chair and held her in his arms.

“Thank you, Eos.”

“You are very welcome.” Impertinent little brat.

“Now, I’m going to have breakfast, then we are going to have that conversation.”

“Yes, John.”

Something in the room snapped and suddenly everyone went back to their morning routine with only the occasional stare at the cat in his arms.

“Would you like some cereal, John?” Virgil was heading towards the fridge.

“You don’t have to get me breakfast, Virgil.”

“You have your hands full and I’ve already had mine.”

“How early were you up this morning?”

“Early enough. Your cat weirded me out.”

Bagel was rubbing her cheek against his fingers again. He grabbed a chair and sat himself down, placing Bagel on the chair beside him. She started grooming herself quite content.

A bowl was placed in front of him, followed by a cereal box, milk and another glass of orange juice.

Bagel stared up at him

He shook his head slowly. “What am I going to do with you?”

The cat tilted her head and licked her whiskers.

And he knew that somewhere far above the planet his daughter was laughing.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #nuttyfic reblog #sorry

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skellebonez · 3 years

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69, 71, and/or 79 with some Red Son bondin with cats that Xiaotian (and literally everyone else) is Not Allowed To Touch otherwise said cat will rip their hands off? (and you might get some more cat asks cuz there are a lot of good prompts for this- just tell me if you don't want me to lmao-)

It's been taking me a while to get to a lot of these for... many offline related reasons, but I hope the wait for this was worth it! I would very much welcome more cat related asks if you are still willing to send them in! This is slightly similar to a past fill I did, but waaaay longer and with a very different cat.

You see that death glare means she likes you./When you aren’t paying attention, they watch you./How did you get that scar?

Sandy had warned them all about Feng, so named for the exceptionally windy day he had found the poor cat outside in the docks. She wasn't a young cat, but she wasn't particularly old either, and she was one of the few cats living with Sandy that was not in any way a therapy cat. She was gorgeous, extra fluffy and white with bright blue eyes that drew you in. And she was very, very, temperamental and very, very, deaf.

Feng likely didn't have the nicest life before Sandy found her and took her in, and while she got along just fine with the other cats she took months to warm up to Sandy alone. And he spent almost all his free time with the cats! So anyone else who was just a random passerby in her eyes was new danger stay away no trust to be found here.

Xiaojiao learned that the hard way via an incredibly nasty scratch and a terrifying sounding hiss when she went to pick her up before Sandy had the chece to shout out the necessary warning. Xiaojiao was fine with it, given she scared Feng by grabbing her, and was more careful to approach the cats a lot slower after that. And she liked having a story to tell when people asked "How did you get that scar?" ("Twas a feriouscious beast of a feline!" she would tell them.)

So that was why Sandy was so surprised to enter his house boat to feed his cats only to find Feng sprawled out all over Red Son's lap as he gently scratched her behind the ears.

"Uh..."

"I thought you said the last three times I was here that this one would 'leave me alone if I left her but would take off my hand if I touched her', Sandy," Red Son said with a chuckle, moving his hand to scratch under Feng's chin. Her purring, already as loud as Xiaojiao's motorcycle, grew louder as she turned over onto her side in his lap.

"Normally, yeah," Sandy said with a chuckle of his own, scratching the back of his head in awe. "It took her a long time to even warm up to me, and she still won't let Xiaojiao or Xiaotian touch her at all even with them leaving her alone like I ask them to."

"Maybe it's my extra body heat," Red Son mused, noting the other two cats curled into his sides. "It's kind of hard not to know when I'm coming near you."

"Well, when you aren't paying attention they watch you... so, yeah, that makes sense to me!" Sandy laughed heartily as he made his way into the kitchen, preparing some tea and snacks for the two of them. "She must have remembered it was you who made it feel warmer in the room and once she got used to that she started to, no pun intended, warm up to you."

Red Son hummed softly as Feng stood in his lap and stretched before curling up in his lap in a more comfortable position, claws pulling at his pants as she kneaded his leg happily.

"Red what the hell?" Xiaotian asked in fear, looking at the red clad man and the white cat in his arms. "How are you holding Feng? What did you do?"

"Exist?" Red answered with a shrug and a chuckle, sitting next to the Monkie Kid with a smirk. "Do you wanna hold her?"

"Won't she try to murder me?" Xiaotian asked with a squeak at the end as Feng turned to him, face looking nothing less than "angry".

"Don't worry, she trusts me," Red soothed as he scrathed her ears and held her out. "Besides! You see that death glare? Means she likes you."

Before Xiaotian could protest a second time he found himself with a lap full of tense and glowering cat and he froze. He stared at Feng. She stared at him. Then Red Son reached out slowly and ran his hand down her back and she practically melted into Xiaotian's lap and for the first time ever he heard her purr.

"Holy shit you have to do this with Xiaojiao, she will never believe me."

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #red son #sandy #mk #qi xiaotian #prompt fill

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childishfluff · 3 years

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(im gonna be sending a few seperate asks since theyre seperate thoughts/ideas, sorry for any sort of inbox spam!!) ur pet regressor tommy fic led me into a whole wormhole of many different ideas.. esp abt who else is a pet regressor!!

- wilbur (cat regressor!! also very relaxed, he *will* just sleep on phil or techno's lap for hours on end. mostly nonverbal, but will meow every now nd again. mostly communicates through actions. he can purr. doesn't drop often, but when he does, it's due to extreme stress- meaning he can be pretty sensitive while he's in catspace.)

- tubbo (puppy regressor, but definitely more of a relaxed dog aside from the amnt he communicates, especially through barking, whimpering, and soft "awooo!!"'s. loves snuggles. sometimes, he's scared to come of as annoying, so he's hesitant to slip into pupspace, normally needing someone to help him along and tell him that it's ok for him to be a puppy, nd that he's a very very good boy.)

- karl (kitten regressor!!!! he's either really sleepy or really playful/energetic, and he has no in between on that. he meows.. so much.. all he kno is meow meow!! *very* sensitive while dropped, and as such, he needs a lot of validation and love. will get extremely upset with himself if he notices that anyone is even *slightly* mad/irritated by him.)

- nick (sapnap) (PUPPY REGRESSOR 100000%!!! he's very very loud and extremely playful!!! he can be entertained for *hours* w literally anything, especially toys like chew bones. doesn't really drop too often, but when he does, he drops very very far. something that can trigger his drops is when people compare his traits/actions to those of a dog because he just goes yes!! yes me!!!! dog!!! me!!!! also he loves karl *so* much because karl absolutely spoils him rotten when he's in pupspace.)

- ranboo (kitty regressor!! similar to karl, he can be really sensitive while he's dropped. entirely nonverbal, opting for actions instead. he's a mix of both playful and sleepy. when he sleeps, he curls his entire body up into a circle nd kneads at whatever he's sleeping on until he falls asleep.)

- dream (cat regressor!! sleeps a lot when he's dropped, hes just vv tired. mimics patches, and loves to follow her around/act like she does. even bases his catgear around patches, with tabby-colored cat ears and an outfit based off of similar colors. drops very easily, mostly voluntarily.)

those r the ones i can think of now.. id love to know ypur opinions/interpretations of them!! -🌻

OKAY I’M GONNA GO THROUGH THESE ONE BY ONE, AND SHARE MY THOUGHTS+OTHER POSSIBLE HCS/FIC SCENARIOS, SO LONG POST WARNING Y’ALL

1. Cat Regressor! Wilbur

yes yes yes, I wouldn’t of thought of it myself but the idea is absolutely adorable! I’d totally write that, with like handler/cg!niki in addition to those you listed. And the idea of him using it for stress and therefore being sensitive in catspace? like, that’s amazing.

I could imagine a fic where someone pushes him to regress for fun for once, but he feels like it’s stupid to purposely act like a cat when he doesn’t need it? They don’t pressure him, or anything, but he ends up slipping because he feels safe. and he realizes not only does it help with stress, but it just makes him more happy!

also imagine him slipping around tommy for whatever reason, and just wanting to sleep while Tommy’s trying to do something fun. So he’s dragging around a sleepy kitten and waking him up every two seconds, and it’s really soft and adorable and ends up with Wilbur sleeping somewhat on Tommy so that he can’t get up and he’s like ‘you’re so lucky I love you, dude.’ awww I need to write a fic- no promises but y’know

2.Puppy Regressor!Tubbo

someone actually requested a puppy regressors!tubbo and tommy fic that I’m having trouble writing, like it sounds cute but it’s kinda hard bc I’ve never written puppyspace before. I actually decided to start over but I’ma keep trying on that.

anyways, imagine like, Ranboo or Tommy helping him slip over a discord call! Needing help to regress is something that I understand (I age regress, but I haven’t in a while due to this issue), so I could probably write Tubbo in that position well. Needing to be coaxed and told that it’s okay to be a cute lil puppy, like that’s adorable!

3. Kitten Regressor!Karl

tbh I tried to write kitten!karl but I was half asleep and gave up, I need to get back to that hjsiksja. Like I specialize in writing sensitive regressors w/anxiety over someone being mad at them, so I could definitely pull this off.

and the idea of him being a talkative kitty is sooo cute! Like I can imagine something along the lines of this conversation between him and a handler/cg:

“What do you want?”

“Meowww”

“I don’t know what that means!”

“Meow?” (little head tilt and innocent cute eyes)

“Do you want cuddles?”

*excited meows! and he goes and cuddles up in their lap bc yay, they understood him!*

and imagine kitten!karl playing w/Quackity! very very adorable concept

4. Puppy Regressor! Sapnap

okay okay so I don’t watch sapnap really but this is still adorable! Like the whole ‘me, puppy? yes.’ thing is soooo cute! Imagine George or Dream just forgetting that’s a trigger and making a joke about how one of his mannerisms reminds them of a puppy and suddenly! There’s a puppy to take care of!

and karl spoiling him sounds like something he’d do hjsiksjsa. I can’t really add much on here bc idk much about him/his content past the smp but this is so cute! Maybe I’ll watch a few of his videos and attempt writing him bc I keep getting requests for him

5. Kitten Regressor! Ranboo

yes, I was already thinking about this tbh! Like I’ve written him as a little and it’s kinda similar, he’s sensitive, and he’s less verbal the littler he gets. As a kitten, I can easily picture him just being quiet.

I imagine that he’s really pouty because of this, because he doesn’t know how to communicate otherwise, so this might confuse anyone who may take care of him.

“Why are you pouting? Do you want cuddles? Food? Do you wanna play?”

and he just doesn’t reply bc he’s a kitten and he can’t talk so it’s an endless cycle of guess and check until they reach the right answer, and it’s really funny to watch. I can also imagine that he giggles a lot. Like he’s not verbal or anything, and he doesn’t giggle a lot but sometimes it happens! and if you make him giggle while in kittenspace then you did something right!

it makes everyone happy when he giggles and it’s really soft and cute! I definitely think I’ll write a fic with kitten!ranboo in it, at some point eventually, I think!

6. Cat Regressor! Dream

awwwww- I didn’t even consider the possibility of this but awwww. Imagine Wilbur and Dream in catspace together, just sleeping and cuddling while basically all the other kittens are playing and being hyper. And everyone’s trying to get them to play but they’re sleepy! (ofc they end up playing anyways bc their friends are adorable and convincing but y’know)

and I really like the idea of him mimicking patches! I’ve seen a few pet regresors say that they mimick/copy their pets so it kinda feels realistic and likely! and plus, it’s really cute.

and since his regression is voluntary, I can imagine him like one minute, just chillin w/george and sapnap and going ‘what if- what if I just went *cat mode*’ and he tries to hint to his friends that he wants to slip but they’re not getting it so it’s kinda frustrating for him but funny for the readers to see play out bc George and Sapnap are being completely oblivious to everything. Hjsiksja that’d be funny

Thank you for sending this it, like seriously! It was really fun to go through and talk about these, I might make additional headcannon lists once I’m actually awake tomorrow bc I shouldn’t be up rn but yeah, I just wanted to go through and respond to this! <3

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buckpaws · 3 years

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Fawnpaw’s Way

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Fawnpaw is an apprentice of Autumnclan - known for its clever disposition and keen ability to hunt in the undergrowth of their dense forests. Unlike her littermates, however, her apprenticeship is to her mother, and her den has always been the nursery. Having only learned to walk at 5 moons, there were grim expectations from her clan’s medicine cat; but now at 8 moons, Fawnpaw is at a pivotal moment of self-discovery as she navigates her unique role within Autumnclan.

(experimental little wc oc writing from song of 6 trees...a story about trees and cats and stuff)

ALLEGIANCES

AUTUMNCLAN resourceful ● forest foragers ● adventurous

LEADER APPLESTAR - dark brown tabby she-cat with a white chest and tail tip, and pale green eyes

DEPUTY HAZELHEART - small light brown tabby she-cat with soft yellow eyes

MEDICINE CAT MAPLEFLOWER - calico she-cat with orange covering her muzzle DAPPLEHEART - large golden she-cat with a distinctive spotted coat and white paws

WARRIORS FERNSHINE - stocky calico she-cat with thick fur and green eyes

YELLOWBIRCH - lithe orange tabby tom APPRENTICE, RUNNINGPAW

SORRELWING - long-furred ginger tabby she-cat APPRENTICE, BRINDLEPAW

VIXENBREEZE - Cream-colored she-cat with dark paws and ears, and piercing blue eyes APPRENTICE, MOTTLEPAW

LEOPARDSPOTS - very large golden she-cat with distinctive dark spots and a long tail

DUSKSTRIPE - Thick-furred dark gray tom with dark paws and amber eyes

FOXBURROW - tall, dark brown tabby tom with unusual curled fur and yellow eyes

BRACKENSTRIPE - brown and white tabby tom with amber eyes and large paws APPRENTICE, VOLEPAW

FALLENWING - dark gray tom with a dark muzzle and ears, and amber eyes APPRENTICE, MISTYPAW

FOGBRIGHT - Pale gray she-cat with a light underbelly, and yellow eyes APPRENTICE, PLUMPAW

BLAZINGBIRD - thick-furred ginger tabby she-cat with a white muzzle and bright green eyes

FINCHMASK - thin light brown tabby tom with a white face and paws

GORSEWIND - small calico she-cat, blind in one eye

APPRENTICES PLUMPAW - lean black tom with green eyes

MISTYPAW - pale tabby she-cat with large blue eyes

VOLEPAW - small, dark brown tabby tom with short, curled fur and yellow eyes

BRINDLEPAW - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with dark green eyes

RUNNINGPAW - brown tabby tom

FAWNPAW - tiny brown and white tabby she-cat with a half-white muzzle and green eyes

MOTTLEPAW - long-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with white paws and a twisted jaw and nose

QUEENS MUDPETAL - small tortoiseshell she-cat with light yellow eyes APPRENTICE, FAWNPAW

MARIGOLDTAIL - strong calico she-cat with an orange tail and green eyes (mother of Rosekit, an orange and white she-kit, and Pinekit, a dark brown tabby tom with a white chest and paws)

ELDERS MARBLECOAT - very old, big white tom with black on his paws, nose, and ears

SNOWDROP - frail old white she-cat with a black spot on her nose, going blind

BRIARFALL - cream colored she-cat with dark ears and paws, and dark blue eyes

BADGERTOOTH - black and white tom with amber eyes and large white paws

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ch.1

Fawnpaw nuzzled into her mother’s flank, letting the soft tortoiseshell fur found there lull her to rest while she was groomed. This was what she did every day, as she continued to live in the nursery. She was too weak to handle normal apprentice duties, but her heart was happy surrounded by marble. The moss, leaves and feathers made it comfortable under her paws, and it was hard to imagine making her home anywhere other than the place in which she was born.

Feeling her mother’s tongue begin to rasp behind her ears, a purr erupted from the tiny brown and white she-cat. Mudpetal was the kindest and most beautiful queen in all of Autumnclan, and the apprentice couldn’t imagine a better mother or mentor. It wasn’t a popular or conventional decision for the young she-cat to stay in the nursery for her apprenticeship, but it didn’t bother her. In the last moon alone, she had seen the entire underground cave that sprawled beyond the nursery, protecting it like a sacred pearl. Mudpetal had also taught her the Warrior Code, how to care for the clan’s elders and kits - Fawnpaw certainly felt like an apprentice! Her mind whirled with the different responsibilities of being a clan cat, and when her siblings would return to camp with their jaws clamped around freshkill, Fawnpaw found herself even more glad to be exempt from hunting. It would be difficult to compete with Volepaw or Runningpaw.

Her brothers, as well as her sister, Brindlepaw, had been made apprentices two moons before her. They were a strong trio, constantly venturing out from the nursery together. At the time, Fawnkit and Mottlekit had been fighting for the strength to wake up each day. The tiny she-cat smiled, thinking of how much she owed to her youngest sister. Despite her ailments and disabilities, and how different her mind behaved to other cats in the clan, the tortoiseshell had never stopped battering her sister with her paws to play, purring at any cat who came by. It didn’t matter to her, even now as an apprentice surrounded by stronger, bigger, healthier young cats, Mottlepaw faced every day with bright eyes.

“You seem especially happy today,” Mudpetal mewed, finishing her grooming with a purr of her own. “What’s on your mind, Fawnpaw?”

Gazing up at her mother for a moment, Fawnpaw felt like she couldn’t speak through her purring.

“I’m grateful, that’s all. I wonder if I’ll get to attend a gathering soon with everyone else.”

Her mother was thoughtful, and finally gave her a last lick on the head, smoothing a set of stripes into place in her tabby fur.

“I’m sure Applestar will let you go soon. The Gathering-Place isn’t too far from our camp.” But her voice held a few notes of doubt that were difficult for Fawnpaw to ignore. She peered up, yellow eyes prying, until her mother had to avert her olive gaze from her daughter. “We’re facing some difficult times. Our leader has many worries.”

“Do I worry her? For being weak?”

“You are not weak,” Her mother said sternly, “Being able to run and hunt aren’t the only ways to be strong. You’re learning how to care for your clan in a different way, that’s all.”

It was as she always told her, and Fawnpaw liked the conviction with which her mother could comfort her. She was loved. That was definitely true. There would be plenty of time to prove herself to Applestar and the rest of Autumnclan.

A loud mewl filtered into their den. Fawnpaw’s ears pricked to catch which kit was fussing. A pause. Pinekit.

She looked to her mother for approval, who gave her a nod and a gentle nudge with her muzzle. The apprentice scrambled from her nest on skinny, wobbly legs. Shaking soft bits of moss and fern from her pelt, Fawnpaw scurried out of her mother’s section of the nursery, and out towards the rest of the cave. Following the noise, she finally popped her head through the entrance.

Marigoldtail was trying to lick her son into feeling calm, but Pinekit just wouldn’t settle. Looking up, the calico she-cat’s eyes brightened at the sight of her sister’s kit. Beckoning her over, Fawnpaw padded up and nuzzled the young tom. His sister, Rosekit, was trying to burrow herself into their mother’s belly, away from the squawks and cries of her littermate. She had even stuffed her tiny white paws over her ears.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Marigoldtail murmured, looking apologetic. “He’s had trouble sleeping since he came back to the nursery. And the herbs my sister gives him don’t exactly make the job any easier.”

Fawnpaw nodded in understanding. The poor little kit had had problems with his breathing since he was born close to three moons prior. She nosed at his dark brown tabby fur, stopping at the white patch on his chest. Letting her purr overpower the gentle rattling of his breath, Fawnpaw felt Pinekit begin to knead into her. His cries were soon raspy purrs. She licked away a few stray pieces of yellow coltsfoot that had stuck to his white leg fur like little golden bugs.

The queen was now purring heavily too, blinking with gratitude at the young apprentice. Once he was thoroughly asleep, she tucked Pinekit gently back into his mother’s belly, where he curled up against his sister. Fawnpaw’s heart felt full at the sight of the tiny bundles of orange and brown fur, their white paws and tails intertwined. She loved her kin, and was so happy she got to take care of them. It would be a long time until they were apprentices, but maybe they could train together someday! The kits were so small, surely she would be able to keep up with them far better than her rambunctious littermates.

“You have a real skill, Fawnpaw,” said Marigoldtail, her green eyes shining with affection and pride. With her tail straight up and twitching happily, Fawnpaw turned and left the den. She stopped at the entrance of her mother’s den, where the small she-cat was laying on her side with her head resting neatly on her paws.

“I’m going to go look for Mottlepaw,” She meowed.

“Good, the sun must feel wonderful today. When you see her, you should remind her to see Mapleflower for her herbs.” Fawnpaw dipped her head at her mother’s request. Her sister wouldn’t love them; hopefully it wouldn’t be a large ordeal to get her sister to the medicine cat’s den.

“Come on, Mottlekit! They’re good for you!” Dappleheart mewed wearily, trying not to be discouraged by the kit’s loud protests. Rather than saying no, the she-kit simply threw herself on the ground, yowling and screeching. Mapleflower’s tail lashed nearby, orange and white fur whipping in and out of her place in the shadows. The golden she-cat’s ears flattened to her head, struggling with failing to please both her patient and her mentor.

“She’ll learn…” She started, only to be silenced by Mapleflower’s glare. “I know that they’re not very yummy … “

“No! No! No!” Came the eventual words from Mottlekit, but her words were slurred and off-center. The cleft in her lip, curled up into her nose like an angry vine, made her look even more hysterical and upset when her jaw opened to yell.

Disheartened, the medicine cat apprentice guided the kit back to her nest. She would never give up on Mottlekit, no matter how much work it took to get the stubborn little kit to understand her.

Fawnpaw owed just as much to the medicine cats as Mottlepaw. She spent a lot of time musing on the moons spent helping the two she-kits grow into cats healthy and strong enough to become apprentices. And once they were ‘paws, Applestar had found the perfect places for them. Fawnpaw knew that her leader was proud of her progress so far, even if it didn’t mean an extra body on one of her patrols. Why would Autumnclan have elders if every cat had to be strong and tough? Why would apprentices have to wait six moons to start their training, only after their bodies had begun to become strong and nimble? It made sense to her.

Letting her paws carry her down the slope, Fawnpaw felt the smooth marble begin to fade into sturdy, gray stone. The vines and aspen leaves marked the entrance of the nursery, but Fawnpaw could tell it by touch alone. She passed it, looking around for any sign of her sister. The cave portion of the camp was quiet, and so she decided to venture up above ground. Maybe one of her littermates would be enjoying some of the greenleaf sunshine that Mudpetal had mentioned. Following subtle divots in the stone from generations of paws, Fawnpaw made her way towards the cave’s main opening. It was steep, and tiny pebbles cascaded down with every step up towards the pouring light that led into the center of camp.

Padding up and into the gorge, Fawnpaw’s large ears twitched back and forth. Different scents hit her nose, and she felt a little startled by the diversity of them. Peering around the bend of red rock, Fawnpaw noticed Leopardspots and Duskstripe, her mate, sharing tongues under an overhang. The shade there muted the gold and gray shades of their pelts, and the pair seemed content to rest in the cool shadows. Fawnpaw looked in awe at the large she-cat, easily as tall as a fox, but with a heart a hundred times more gentle. She had heard many stories of Leopardspots’ bravery, bringing her kits to Autumnclan in order to protect them from the wrath of her kind. One of those kits had then gone on to save her life.

She could also scent Applestar and Hazelheart, their familiar tang muddled with something totally unfamiliar. The imprint of many hushed voices drifted down from the leader’s den, but Fawnpaw couldn’t make out anything that was said. Besides, she wasn’t interested in eavesdropping on the leader and her deputy’s affairs.

With a polite nod to the resting warriors, Fawnpaw continued on her way.

Even as she passed under the dappled light of the forest, peering insistently through brambles and bushes, Fawnpaw could feel that the entire hollow was warm. Her pawsteps were silent as shade consumed her once more. Where the hollow met the earth, thick layers of soil and red stone kept the elder’s den pleasantly cool in greenleaf, but plenty warm during leafbare. Fawnpaw’s eyes followed the vine and honeysuckle trail that she had woven into place at the den’s entrance. The sight of it made her heart surge with pride. Mudpetal had taught her the importance of keeping the elder’s den clean and full of stimulation. It was one of her favorite of the apprentice tasks, though few aside from her found the time to do such a thing in addition to their training.

Flicking her ears against the tickles of the vines, Fawnpaw caught a scent that she knew too well, and her tail quivered in excitement. Following voices and scents once more through the dark den, she was soon met with a busy scene before her. Mottlepaw was there with Plumpaw, an older apprentice who had once been their denmate in the nursery. Badgertooth and Briarfall, the youngest elders, were resting with the young black tom, who was gently massaging Briarfall’s flank. Fawnpaw remembered that his mother, Vixenbreeze, was the pair’s only kit.

“Ah, Fawnpaw!” Came a rattling mew from Snowdrop. The she-cat was tiny in her old age, but her white pelt still glowed against the dark stone and moss nest she spent most of her time in. Her brother, Marblecoat, grunted beside her.

“Two apprentices is more than enough,” He muttered.

“Fawnpaw!” Mottlepaw cried out in excitement, nearly tripping over one of Badgertooth’s large paws to reach her sister. He lifted it with a flick of his tail tip, and the tortoiseshell stumbled over to Fawnpaw. “Fawnpaw!”

Blinking with affection at her sister, Fawnpaw nuzzled her head with her muzzle. Mottlepaw practically slammed her head against the young tabby’s pelt, causing her to fumble on her paws. Loudly purring, Mottlepaw looked up at her with love in her asymmetric gaze. Her twisted nose let out happy little huffs.

“Hi Mottlepaw, hi everyone,” Fawnpaw meowed, guiding her sister to sit with Plumpaw once more. She gave him a friendly wave of her tail.

“Nice to see you, Fawnpaw. We were just helping Briarfall with her joints,” Came Plumpaw’s voice, as sweet as his namesake. He was a good denmate to her sister now too, and Fawnpaw was glad for it. Plumpaw, or his sister, Mistypaw, were always thinking up games to play with the younger kits. Even when Mudpetal’s strongest had taken to venturing out at any opportunity, there was always the black tom there to play mossball, or give a quick nuzzle during a fit, in Mottlepaw’s case. Sometimes, when she was just Fawnkit, unable to stand or walk, Plumkit would just sit with her and talk. Without him and Mudpetal, Fawnpaw wondered if she would have even known what things existed to be talked about.

“If they’re still busy, you’ll have to get this tick, it’s making my shoulder ache,” Snowdrop beckoned Fawnpaw over, drawing her from her thoughts. She was quick to begin inspecting the elder’s white pelt, and even faster to find the fat, black tick nesting there.

“There’s some mouse bile over in the corner, but don’t go dragging it through here. The pests Badgertooth brings in on his shaggy pelt give me enough trouble as it is,” Snowdrop shared a disgruntled look with Marblecoat, whose black ears seemed to always lay flat in hostility.

“It’s a reminder of the forest. You should be glad you get the chance to experience it at your age, Snowdrop,” Badgertooth snorted.

“She has a point, you know,” Came Briarfall’s amused mew.

“I still like to hunt. I don’t intend on stopping.” The large tom said with a soft sigh of assurance. His mate laughed low in her throat, leaning on him until half of her cream-colored fur had become one with his long, black pelt. Snowdrop gave only a sigh in response at her endearingly raucous denmates. Fawnpaw could barely stifle her purr at the cats around her as she sat to work with the soaked moss, dabbing the mouse bile lightly onto some of the ticks. It required a delicate touch, so as not to spill the foul liquid on any cat’s fur. She had never been able to smell too well, so it didn’t bother her as much as it seemed to bother the other apprentices. Volepaw practically gagged every time he came to and from Mapleflower’s den with the moss clamped desperately to the longest piece of bark he could find.

It was funny to Fawnpaw how such a brave and capable young apprentice could be squeamish about something so small. One day, he’d have to let the young cats remove the ticks from his fur. Maybe at that point they’d share a den again, with all of their littermates together, and they could joke about things like that.

“I think I’ve got it,” Fawnpaw meowed after a short time, giving Snowdrop’s fur a last inspection. The she-cat waved her away with her once sleek tail.

“Thorough as always, Fawnpaw,” The elder said, seemingly in approval, before casting a glance at the tortoiseshell apprentice sitting a few tail lengths away. Mottlepaw was oblivious, playing with a flower from the den wall in place of checking the elders, or easing their aches. Now, Plumpaw was working alone. “You’ll be a warrior soon, Plumpaw; you shouldn’t spend all your time doing apprentice duties when we have so many.” She spoke now to the dark tom, who met her pale gaze with his own. He clearly picked up on the implication of her words, as did Fawnpaw, who began to bristle slightly.

But Plumpaw answered in a level tone, “It’s important to me. I hope you’re not too tired of me yet, Snowdrop.”

“Hardly,” The she-cat laughed in her throat, rasping as she always did, and her eyes were not entirely unkind or without understanding, “Sometimes the only way apprentices learn is when they’re forced to learn on their own, without someone to watch their flank. Life out there is hard, and only the strongest are able to pull through.”

“You’re sounding awfully wise today,” Marblecoat commented before any cat had the chance, “Who asked for your speech?”

“Are you disagreeing with me?” Snowdrop’s meow was incredulous, and Plumpaw rolled his eyes before turning back to Mottlepaw and the other two elders, his conversation with Snowdrop clearly forgotten in favor of a new quarrel. It was hard to stay mad at the she-cat on account of her short of a time her criticisms tended to last. Like an ember doused by a lake, Fawnpaw had heard Mistypaw joke once about the white elder’s memory.

“I caught a butterfly today...” Mottlepaw started up loudly, her head pushed in between Plumpaw’s cheek and one of Briarfall’s dark ears. His green eyes met Fawnpaw’s, and he gave a small glance to the mouth of the elder’s cave. Fawnpaw stood up in knowing, her tail neatly brushing the den floor in a small gesture to her sister.

“Really?” She said in her usual quiet tone, “Would you come with me and tell me more?”

Mottlepaw’s interest was captured instantly, and she quickly stood and pressed herself to Fawnpaw’s flank. She could feel her sister purring intensely.

“Okay! Yes!” The young apprentice was practically swaying on her feet from the breathy purrs rumbling in her throat. It was then that Plumpaw also stood.

“Mind if I tag along, Fawnpaw?”

“Sure,” She flicked her white-tipped tail, “Let’s all go for a walk. Let me know if you get any more ticks,” Fawnpaw said, dipping her head to Snowdrop and Marblecoat, who were already settling down at the sight of the trio leaving. It made her heart drop with sadness. Was Mottlepaw really such a nuisance the elders? Fawnpaw knew just how important their opinions were as the oldest cats in the clan, and she hoped to Starclan that they would come around to her sister. There was more to Mottlepaw than her boundless energy and stumbling, or how she looked on the outside. Fawnpaw held that fact close to her heart, and she knew it made her more than a little protective of her youngest littermate.

Not much time had passed since she had arrived at the elder’s den, but the air of the cave felt even warmer as the greenleaf breeze brought in with it the sun’s warmth. It was pleasant on her fur. Even clumps of moss that grew through crevices in the cave felt comfortable to Fawnpaw’s touch underpaw.

“This weather is amazing,” Plumpaw meowed, voicing her thoughts out loud.

“It’s the best! I hope Starclan makes it greenleaf all the time!” Mottlepaw agreed, and Fawnpaw gave her a friendly nudge.

“That’s not how it works, silly furball,” Fawnpaw mewed quietly, and her sister’s everpresent purr intensified once more.

“I’ve never been to Starclan, who’s to say…” Plumpaw said, with a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

“I don’t even know how to get to Starclan!” Mottlepaw responded in dramatic agreement, “I bet they tell the trees not to grow tall enough for us to get up there! We’d know all their secrets! Secret knowledge!” She rambled on, tromping around Fawnpaw and Plumpaw with a distracted sense of purpose. It was as if she expected a Starclan warrior to come down and prove her wrong if she thought about it long enough.

“Maybe Mapleflower could tell us more.” Fawnpaw suggested, sensing an opportunity which she hoped would be a tactful enough excuse for Mottlepaw to visit the medicine cat’s den. She seemed to pause, but nodded slowly.

“Yeah, and Dappleheart can make voices for the story!” Mottlepaw said, excitement slowly dawning on her like a reckoning.

As the three apprentices made their way out of the deeper cave and back into the open air of the gorge, alive with the birdsong of greenleaf, they saw a hunting patrol emerging from the top of the gentle slope leading from the forest. Fogbright was leading it, alongside her brother, Fallenwing, his apprentice, Mistypaw. They were also accompanied by Sorrelwing and Brindlepaw, who carried a plump squirrel and a blackbird between the two of them. Fawnpaw’s ears pricked at the sight of her strong older sister, and she was about to call out to her before Fogbright’s gaze narrowed on the apprentices.

“Plumpaw! Where have you been?” Her tail whipped once before she continued, “Why do I have to keep hunting you down too?” She said, pointedly gesturing at the fresh-kill pile with her tail, where Sorrelwing and Brindlepaw were arranging the patrol’s bounty.

“I’m sorry, Fogbright,” Plumpaw dipped his head in apology, “I lost track of time while I was in the elder’s den. Briarfall’s aches haven’t eased since newleaf.”

“That’s nice, but it’ll hardly put freshkill in our bellies,” Fogbright meowed dryly, “I hope you’ll be ready for your assessment tomorrow. Mistypaw caught two finches on patrol this morning.” The pale-furred tabby apprentice seemed to shift uncomfortably at the praise directed towards her. Fawnpaw too shifted, but in surprise; she hadn’t known just how early Plumpaw would become a warrior! Mistypaw’s mentor, Fallenwing, came to stand beside his sister. Fawnpaw thought they looked like a pair of proper littermates, with the only difference being Fallenwing’s darker gray fur, shadowy next to Fogbright’s light gray pelt.

“Plumpaw is doing fine, Fogbright. His battle moves are sharp, even Yellowbirch couldn’t dodge him when we trained the other day.” Fallenwing meowed evenly, and Fogbright seemed taken aback at his words. When Fawnpaw saw the two together, which was quite often, they usually shared a common voice.

Fawnpaw felt her own paws begin to itch with discomfort. Was she just feeling paranoid today? First with Snowdrop’s dismissiveness, and now Fogbright’s irritation at seeing her apprentice helping Mottlepaw with her apprentice tasks. It seemed as if every time she left the nursery, someone was displeased about the two newest apprentices. She tried to ease the feeling by reminding herself of her mother’s words earlier that morning. If Applestar was feeling the stress of some kind of difficulty in the clan that Fawnpaw couldn’t see, it was very well possible that some of the mentors were also experiencing a strain. Still, it made her ears hot, and Fawnpaw pressed against her sister’s warm, dark fur.

“Thanks, Fallenwing,” Plumpaw said gratefully, still looking to his mentor apologetically, “I could ask Hazelheart to put me on evening patrol tonight to get sharp.”

“Don’t worry about it. I want to see your best tomorrow.” Was all that Fogbright said, simply flicking her tail before turning the other way and descending down the red rock tunnel back to the warrior’s den. Plumpaw cringed in clear guilt for upsetting his mentor, and Mistypaw padded up to give him a sympathetic lick on his shoulder. Her blue eyes were as clear as the sky, offering him comfort without words. Fawnpaw admired their bond; she couldn’t imagine growing up with only her mother and her aging kin. She thought they were a beautiful family, but couldn’t shake the feeling that without her father, Foxburrow, she would be impossibly sad, or that deep down she’d feel a hole in her heart. Never had a day gone by without him visiting the nursery, or the medicine cat’s den, when life had been truly uncertain. His deep amber gaze never failed to shine with pride at her or Mottlepaw. Fawnpaw would never get tired of hearing the story of her father’s coming to Autumnclan, how as a loner, he had been so captivated by Mudpetal’s beauty that he had asked their previous leader, Gingerstar, to take him into the clan. It must be difficult for Vixenbreeze’s kits to have never known what their father was like.

“I guess there’s no harm if I come with you to see Mapleflower and Dappleheart now,” Plumpaw said at last breaking the awkward silence left by Fogbright’s sharp words. And seemingly sensing the energy directed at her denmate, Brindlepaw had quietly slipped through the tunnel after Sorrelwing, and the opportunity to talk to her was gone too.

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#wc #song of 6 trees #warrior cats #wc oc #fanclan #idk...just kind of proud of this dont look at me ill teleport away #im special interest #also cut out the other clans because.....its just too much for this 1 thing. they r still there tho #warrior cats oc

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guardiankarenterrier · 4 years

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may I ask for O and Ladybug and Cat Noir?

(the stars or space, for this ask meme) (my ao3)

"What did you want to tell me, kitty?“

Adrien turns over in his tree, folding his arms beneath his chin and grinning down at his partner. His tail flicks, and by the way he sees her roll her eyes at him Ladybug is well aware that his Cheshire cat impression is very much on purpose. "Come up here and I’ll show you!”

“Come down here and tell me,” Ladybug bargains, folding her arms and tilting her head up at him. By the lazy curl to her smile she’s not actually upset with him, so Adrien relaxes. “You’re not even supposed to know I’m here, Chat."

"And yet here we both are." He purrs, unable to help himself, as Ladybug rolls her eyes again and then swings herself into a neighbouring tree. He thinks about telling her it’s cheating if she doesn’t actually climb, but it doesn’t seem worth it. "You got my note?"

"Technically, everyone got your note." Ladybug settles against the trunk of her own tree, tossing her yo-yo up and down idly. It’s not often that she treats it anything like a real yo-yo, and Adrien tracks it with interest as Ladybug absently demonstrates tricks he’s not sure she consciously knows. "Next time, Chat, maybe don’t try the message-in-a-bottle trick when everyone is out swimming.”

“Mess hall it is, next time,” he says lightly, but he knows she catches the anxious undercurrent to his words when the yo-yo falls still. “Sorry, LB. I didn’t know how else to be sure it reached you."

She sighs, leaning back and reeling in her yo-yo. "It’s all right, kitty, I don’t think anyone else is going to know what you meant by it. Seriously, though, what did you want to show me?"

"Have you seen the stars out here?” He doesn’t manage to keep the excitement from his voice, but even if he had he’s pretty sure his ears and tail are giving him away.

He pouts a little when he hears Ladybug muffling laughter, though. “You haven’t been camping before, have you?"

He’s not supposed to be camping now. Technically, he isn’t. Technically, he’s at home, shut in his room for the weekend with the Gorilla guarding his door.

But Father and Nathalie have been too busy to make sure he’s actually there, and the Gorilla’s checks have become perfunctory at best, and it hadn’t taken very much for Adrien to slip away. He’d already known where their school’s classes were camping, and with Plagg’s help getting here to join them had been easy.

He’d gotten here too late to plausibly join them as Adrien, though. Still. Lurking in the woods around the camp is more fun than staying home would have been. He might have to sleep in this tree, because he can’t figure out a way to break into any of the cabins and not get caught, but he doesn’t mind that.

He minds it even less now that his hunch has proved correct. Ladybug’s relaxed more and more on their identities recently, and while it’s not enough for her to start actively dropping hints (like he has) it is enough for him to guess that she’s his age. That they might even go to the same school.

If she’d gotten his bottle message during swimming, then she’s in his class.

She could be Alya. She’s more than clever enough to use the Ladyblog as cover.

He doesn’t think she’s Alya, though. He’s never thought she was Alya.

Which leaves only one other person Adrien thinks is at all likely, but this is the closest she’s ever come to telling him herself. He’s not going to push for more.

(No matter how badly he wants to be right).

"No, I’ve never been camping,” Adrien finally admits, flipping onto his back to stare up through the leaves, claws kneading at his branch before he hears it groan in protest. He stops in a hurry, but not before he hears Ladybug muffling laughter again.

He only likes making one person laugh as much as he does her, and if he’s right then he’s not really thinking of two different people at all.

He huffs at her laughter this time, though, and then pretends to ignore her as he reaches up towards the sky with one hand. He studies his own clawed hand against the backdrop of the sky, so different this far from the city, even as he twists to claw a window through the leaves to have a better view of the stars.

It’s strange how the claws and cuffs of his suit feel so much more comfortable than his usual clothes. His suit is his, though, without any trace of his father’s name or reputation attached to it, and while he’s tried to wear less of his father’s clothes as a civilian it isn’t something he’s had a lot of success at just yet.

“Do you know any constellations, Chat?” Ladybug’s voice is soft and lazy, a relaxed drawl that pulls him from his thoughts long enough to flip his head to the side and gaze at her rather than at the stars.

Now that he has, though, he can’t decide which he’d rather watch. He’s having trouble finding words for how he feels about the vast expanse of sky visible from the forest, about how open and unending and free it feels, but he loves the galaxies in his partner’s eyes just as much as ever.

“I’ve learned them, but it’s different when I’m not just trying to identify them in a book or on a worksheet,” he admits, settling on flicking his gaze between Ladybug and the stars. “They don’t look the same."

"I don’t know them as well as I probably should." Ladybug takes a deep breath and gets to her feet, balancing delicately on her branch.

Adrien has a heart-dropping moment where he thinks that’s it, that she’s done with him for the night and that she’s leaving him to sleep alone out here, but Ladybug crosses to his tree instead and drapes herself over a branch level with his. She’s close enough to reach out and touch, now.

"You know,” Ladybug says, sounding like she’s choosing her words very carefully. “I bet Plagg and Tikki would know more constellations than we do."

"Plagg would just start making them up,” Adrien snorts, before the full implications of Ladybug’s words hit him and he almost falls out of the tree.

“Could be fun,” Ladybug says, her voice no less measured. “He’d make up interesting ones, I bet."

"He’d make up cheese-related ones,” Adrien’s mouth says without his brain’s permission, while he’s trying to breathe normally and figure out if Ladybug is suggesting what he thinks she’s suggesting.

“Only way to know is to ask." Ladybug slips closer, pressing near enough to the trunk of their tree that she won’t risk falling out. "Tikki, spots off."

(He’s never been so happy to be right).

#asks and answers #miraculous ladybug #my fanfiction #anonymous #ladynoir #camping #stargazing

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beyond-the-mirror · 5 years

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Time for some headcanons about our precious DMC boys. This were inspired by a request I made to @thedyingmoon about them being turned into little puppies, except this time they turn into adorable baby kittens!

Let the cuteness begin!

DMC headcanons: Being transformed into a little kitten

Scenario: The DMC boys and their respective s/o are fighting against a demon when suddenly, said demon transforms them into the smolest, most adorable kittens ever!

Dante ❤️

It is believed that NOT ALL cats are evil, selfish creatures full of hatred towards humanity: Kitty Dante is the living proof of that.

You just fall in love all over again for him, he’s so cute, and tiny, and fluffy!

A very playful and energetic cat, he is always down for some playtime with you!

You know those sticks with little feathers at the end? He adores playing those. Or give him a fluffy ball of yarn.

In fact, just go to the nearest pet store and buy a bunch of cat toys.

CAT TOYS. ALL THE CAT TOYS.

Will rub himself all over you, bath you with his little tongue and boop you with either his nose or head.

Would definitely climb you at any chance he gets.

Is that a new hat you’re wearing? Guess again, nerd! It’s Kitty Dante!

Please pet him, he will absolutely melt! He will begin purring and maybe even fall asleep. Also don’t forget to baby-talk to him!

If you are carrying him in your arms or on your lap, he will begin kneading your skin softly.

Hug him and carry him all you want, don’t be afraid to squish this kitten.

If you don’t give him attention, he will start meowing and batting at you until you cease.

After he transforms back to his normal self, you are both kinda sad. Kitty Dante was so adorable and he definitely enjoyed the attention you gave him.

One day you find him at the Devil May Cry office wearing cat ears.

“Please pet me!” “You are no longer a kitten!” “EXCUSES, EXCUSES!”

Vergil 💙

It is believed that YES ALL cats are evil, selfish creatures full of hatred towards humanity: Kitty Vergil is the living proof of that.

Grumpy cat is that you?

He so tiny and smol and his fur is so soft! But careful!

Approach with caution. Handle with care.

Only YOU are allowed to touch him. NO ONE ELSE!

Those who do not listen to these warnings shall fall victims to his ultimate technique: JUDGEMENT PAW (?)

... Except it’s now 99% less lethal and effective, it still hurts tho.

The opposite of Kitty Dante. He’s a very tranquil cat and will not play at all, especially with those silly cat toys.

Although that plushie you just bought from the pet store does look like a formidable foe. He must FIGHT!

Also, please buy him a scratch post. He needs to sharpen his claws as much as he needs to sharpen and polish Yamato.

You are the only person he shows his affectionate side. Will rub against you and clean you with his tongue.

He rarely meows, at most he purrs while you are petting him.

I once read somewhere that when cats blink slowly at you, they are actually showing their affection towards you. Kitty Vergil does this a lot to you, he trusts you fully and you are happy for that.

He doesn’t show it, but he downright melts when you pet him.

When he finally transforms back to his original self, he thanks you sincerely. Although once in a while he will ask you to play with his hair while resting his head on your lap.

V 🖤

V is immediately like “This is a problem.”

You can’t help but squeal at his adorableness, poor Kitty V feels a little embarrassed to be seen as a fragile little thing.

However, as soon as you take him into your arms and start petting him, those insecurities are immediately out the window.

“Actually, this is the opposite of a problem.”

Just like Kitty Vergil, Kitty V is a very tranquil cat. Do not expect any shenanigans or misbehavior from this feline, he’s very obedient.

But unlike Kitty Vergil, he is definitely down to play with you whenever you want. He also shows his affectionate side more.

Will rub all over you, bath you with his tongue and boop you.

Sometimes he brings you his book so you can read poetry to him, taking a seat on your lap and making himself comfortable.

Not exactly a fan of baby-talk, but will accept praises from you. And hugs. And pets. Squish this kitty with love!

“Now I’m sure black cats don’t bring any bad luck, because right now I feel lucky and blessed to have you in my life V.” Poor Kitty V is flustered and covering his eyes with his tiny paws at you. So cute!

Griffon constantly teases him for being reduced to a housecat. That teasing soon ends when V managed to jump over and claw at him in a surprise attack. He may be cute but this kitten has claws!

As soon as Shadow saw Kitty V, she picked him up and carried him by his neck.

“SORRY, THIS MY SON NOW.”

Shadow is very protective of him. It almost looks like she actually mistook him for a child of hers.

Can’t summon Nightmare, not because he’s weak to do so, but because he has no thumbs. Therefore, he can’t snap his fingers.

Once he goes back to normal, he does his best to repay you for your kindness. He misses being a kitten though, more specifically the affection you gave him during that time.

Nero 💜

As soon as you pick up Kitty Nero after his transformation, the baby-talk starts.

“Stop it! I’m not cute!” He bats at you furiously, with no intentions of hurting you, of course.

But then you start to pet him.

“Stop it! I- I... Pls don’t stop this feels good”

He’s either a feisty feline or a soft kitten, there’s no in-between.

Like his uncle Kitty Dante, Kitty Nero wants all the cat toys! He can never get enough of playing with you.

Kitty Nero is an incredibly affectionate cat, but only to those he loves and most importantly you.

Will rub up against you at any chance, knead your skin, boop you and even climb all over you. However, he will always make sure you’re comfortable with it first.

If he’s not receiving enough attention from you, he starts knocking stuff over. Nothing breakable, he doesn’t actually want to give you any real trouble.

An adventurous little guy. Will explore every nook and cranny given his new feline abilities, he might as well take advantage of them while he can.

Will definitely attempt to throw hands or claws (?) at anything way bigger than him.

Big dangerous looking thing up ahead? Come and get it! He ain’t scared of anything.

His attacks are not very effective, but he will still do his best to protect you!

When he’s back to his human self, he will always blush furiously every time you tease him about being a softie kitten. But please do keep petting him, don’t let his human appearance stop you.

“Alright Kitty Nero, time to test the new Punch Line model! Now hop on it so we can do a little test flight.” “NICO, NO!” “NICO, YES!”

#devil may cry #dmc headcanons #dante #vergil #v #nero #kittens #imagines #warning cuteness overload #i may have died while writing this

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frightknights-n-monstergirls · 4 years

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Why did Jonathan even consider this? Bringing it into the asylum like a teenage boy trying to smuggle a stack of Playboy magazines to the safety of his room without his parents knowing that their precious son is now having natural urges. If anything, the infamous Scarecrow expected this to happen to Jervis, actually would have preferred it. Jonathan will get caught with it, especially with it squirming like a worm in his orange jump suit. Maybe if he was lucky, the guards won’t pat him down for anything he may use as a weapon. Jonathan discreetly rubs the part where the creature is tucked away, making it slightly vibrate happily that it’s being remembered. Jonathan prays, actually asking God that his cargo doesn’t make a sound as he’s being escorted back to his cell from the gardens.

That’s where the masked criminal found him; Jonathan looked around for any more of them but nothing. The small thing seemed to appear from nowhere, calling out for warmth and possibly food with the tiniest voice. It was a bit of a shock that the thing had even made it to the island and not has of yet to get caught by personnel or worse. Perhaps that’s what made Jonathan scoop the thing up in the first place, impressed that it had lived this long on its own and deeming it worthy to share shelter with.

A quiet groan nearly escapes the criminal’s mouth as Jeremiah Arkham calls for the inmates to take their medicine. ‘Fuck.’ Jonathan curses mentally feeling the animal worm more for a way out of his suit, he gives it a reassuring pat as he follows his fellow inmates. The line, at least to him, slowly moves forward making him kind of thankful to be near the front, he is next until Edward fucking Nigma decides to be an ass today.

“How about this, I’ll take your crummy medicine if you answer my riddle correctly.” Edward grins smugly at the head doctor, leaning forward on his hand that he placed on the table.

‘You’re a goddamn whore, Nigma.’ Jonathan thinks bitterly gritting his teeth and clenching his hands into fists tempted to knock the Riddler out.

“You know the answer is no, Edward.” Dr. Arkham states casually, very used to this kind of behavior from Edward, as well from others who don’t want to their prescription given to them, Jonathan normally being one of them. “You’re holding up the line, again.”

“But it’s an easy one, doctor!” Edward insists giving his best award winning smile, totally ignoring a fuming Jonathan Crane behind him. That egotisical bastard probably thinks he’s doing everyone a service by delaying the line so it would take longer for everyone to get their medicine. A faint ‘mrrr’ catches Jonathan’s attention and feels the weight shift in his suit. The thing is growing restless, trying to find that ripple of fabric for it to slip down Jonathan’s leg. The lanky man brings his thighs together just when the thing found what it was looking for, closing off an escape route for it.

Luckily, the good doctor notices Jonathan’s posture mistaking it for a bodily function that needs to be met, “How about I give Jonathan his medicine first? He looks like he needs to be somewhere.” The doctor points to the inmate behind Edward. Nigma turns to face Crane nearly jumping into the closest guard’s arms, finally realizing how pissed off the other crazed criminal is and assumes why he’s lower body is twisted like it is. The doctor hands Jonathan his antipsychotics and water happy for the cooperation given from the usually stubborn patient. Jonathan glares at Edward as he gulps down the water making the latter grin sheepishly. “Have a good evening, Jonathan.” The doctor allows a guard to take Jonathan back to his cell.

Jonathan nearly sighs in relief at his good fortune, the trip proved to be a breeze and he arrives at his cell without anyone noticing the bulge in his trousers. Or they did but just assumed that his bladder was going to burst. The guard unlocks the heavy metal door hastily and steps aside to allow Crane to run inside the cell. As soon as the man on the other side made sure Jonathan is secure behind the steel door with a small barred window, he walks off not wanting to keep the inmate from doing his business. Crane waits until he could no longer hear footsteps before ripping open his uniform and fish the thing out.

Finally, Jonathan holds the soft ball of black fur in his hands; it is tiny enough to only lie in one. It perks its head up staring with big round amber eyes giving a confused mewl. Tiny paws shakily try to gain balance to walk towards Jonathan’s body for warmth. Spider-like hands cup the chest and hind legs of the tiny creature. At first, Jonathan didn’t think it was anything natural found on Earth; the face of this animal is flat as if it were trying to copy the look of a pug in a fluffier, softer form. He guesses that it’s some sort of cat by the sounds it makes, tiny meows and purrs. Jonathan sits on his cot examining the kitten closely checking the rear for a gender. It is a male. The criminal rolls the kitten in his hands stopping only when a mew of discomfort is voiced. Jonathan sighs having forgotten that kittens tend to make a lot of noise.

“You’re an odd looking cat.” Jonathan muses to his new cellmate scooting until his back presses against the wall. He allows the kitten free range to explore watching it awkwardly make his way to the pillow. He settled into the lumpy fabric, purring happily blinking slowly at Jonathan.

“I’m glad you like it.” He scoffs at the kitten reaching over to scratch his head. “Since I now know your gender, I should name you. ‘It’ isn’t a very good name.” Jonathan has had pets before but they were all birds. Nightmare the raven and Craw the magpie, no real theme or reasoning behind their names, expect for Nightmare since she was a companion of the Sinister Scarecrow. A name to strike fear into hearts, but there was nothing terrifying about this animal! Soft round eyes with softer long fur, adorable round head adored with small ears and a tiny body, everything is the total opposite of horrifying. Even Jonathan goes as far to call this thing cute!

The inmate sighs through his nose refusing to take his eyes off the ball of fluff even as it clumsily makes his way towards him. The kitten fumbles into Jonathan’s lap to sit on a toned thigh kneading the other one. The young cat purrs up at the ex-professor of psychiatry, Jonathan pets the kitten making it purr louder. The cat lays down on Jonathan’s legs feeling content and safe. The man groans really thinking on how he should evaluate his life choices.

#my writing #jonathan crane #detective comics #dcu

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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Hey, my 20 year old cat is getting kind sick with his age. Could you maybe write a little something about Duck and his cat to cheer me up? I adore your writing

Of course!

Which means we interrupt our current schedule of superhero AUs to bring you: KITTY!

Duck’s been in the apartment a little over a year. As childish as it may sound, he takes pride in the fact it’s a place he can afford to pay for himself, and that he gets to furnish and decorate in whatever way he chooses (minus things that would lose him his deposit).

There’s still something missing, however, and that something is why he’s currently standing in the cat room of the Kepler animal shelter.

“Anyone catchin your eye, hon?” The volunteer asks a she gathers stray, jingling toys from the floor.

“Just kinda gettin a feel for all of ‘em.” He scritches a white and black kitten through the slats in the cage, gives the white fluffy one that hisses at him a wide berth (he doesn’t take it personally).

When he gets to the cage at the end of one wall, he finds a medium sized, scruddy tabby cat watching him carefully. Her left ear is missing a chunk, and she has the bearing of someone who can’t figure out why existence is a thing she has to deal with.

But when Duck steps closer, she stands, stretching like a black cat halloween decoration, and bumps her head into the bars. He does his best to pet her through them, and when he stops she levels him with a glare.

“Mrow.”

Duck had been expecting a charming “mew” not a deep, twenty-year smoker rasp, and doubles over with a surprised laugh.

“I see you’ve met Winnifred.” The volunteer smiles at him, “she’s quite the little warrior. She was part of a feral litter that was found without a mother last year. They were found because someones dog saw them, started investigating, and Winnifred launched herself at him. His owner was more than a little amused to find his dog running back with his tail between his legs and a cat latched on his muzzle”

“That why she’s missin part of her ear?”

“Yep. Rest of the litter got adopted easily, as kittens do, but she never seemed to find the right person.”

Duck hunches down, finds yellow eyes watching him and gets an emphatic “mrow” when he scratches her behind her wounded ear.

“Hey there, Winnie. How do you feel about comin home with me?”

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“Okay, gonna put your bed right here, that way you won’t get too nervous at night by bein too far away from me, got you this real fluffy blanket too, aw, hey, it’s okay, no need to be scared by a blank-”

“DUCK NEWTON!”

“JEsus Minerva, you just scared her under the bed.”

“Who is this her of which you speak?”

“Mrow?”

“Ah, you have acquired an animal companion. She appears to have the makings of a mighty huntress.”

“Yeah, sure, now do you mind? I’m tryin to get her settled in.”

“Apologies Duck Newton, I was merely checking to see if you’d given more thought to-”

“No.”

“Very well. I shall leave you to your furry companion. Perhaps she can convince you of the importance of destiny.”

Minerva disappears, and Winnie blinks at Duck.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah, that’s about how I feel.”

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It’s the first serious raise he’s gotten since joining the forestry service. Bills are all paid, food and everything else is budgeted for the month with cash to spare.

So he’s currently got his computer and LAN cable out to do some very important shopping.

“What do you think? Three story cat condo?”

Winnie hops up on the table, chasing his hand as he moves it on the trackpad.

“You could use some new catnip toys too. Heh, these ones are shaped like little ducks. Hmmm, no these mice ones are bigger, better bargain. Two packs enough?”

“Mrow.” A sandpapery tongue licks his hand.

“You’re right, I’ll get four just to be safe.”

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“I dunno Juno, things have just gone kinda south with him lately but, I just-”

“Duck, you know I feel about him.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I oughta dump him. But I can’t help feelin, I dunno, like I ain’t givin him a chance.”

“....this is gonna sound weird, but how does Winnie get along with him?”

“She don’t, really. She was okay with him at first, kinda shy like she gets sometimes. Now if he’s over she won’t come anywhere near us.”

“Do I really gotta say that ain’t like her? That cat’d play with a bear if she thought that’d get you to pay attention to her.”

“Shit, you’re right. Okay, I’ll call him now and tell him it’s over.”

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“I gotta ask” Leo sips his beer as the two of them sit at the kitchen table, “you had any problems with mice this spring? I keep havin to set traps in my cabinet.”

“Nope, ain’t had any issues.”

“Mrow.”

“Hey there kitty-cat, how’s it--uh, think I know why you ain’t had any mice.”

“Huh? Aw, jeez, Winnie, don’t drop that on the table! At least you didn’t leave it in my shoe or somethin. Thanks for keepin our groceries safe.”

“Mrow.” Winnie trots off, head held high.

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“Well Winnie, that’s that. Your human’s just a regular dipshit now.”

The orange loaf on his chest purrs soothingly as he pets her, focusing on her fur as he lays on his bed in the darkened bedroom.

“Guess I oughta write out a plan or somethin, in case you outlive me. How you feel about livin with Leo, wait, shit, he’s lost his too. Hmm, maybe it oughta be Juno.”

Prickly, padded paws knead at his chest as the purring continues.

“Takin that as a sign you like that plan. Then again….wonder if Indrid would want company. If he ever comes back, I mean. Juno’s got kids, and you’re gettin up in years and don’t much like bein mandhandled. Plus, that trailer’s real fuckin warm. You’d never get chilly. And maybe you’d force him to clean up all those mugs of stale nog”

“Mrowrrrrrr.”

“Don’t gimme that look, the guy’s just a friend, and I feel kinda bad that he’s alone.”

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Duck clicks the heater up a few more notches as Indrid slips off his Uggs. The Sylph came back in late February, and has finally allowed Duck the chance to buy him dinner as an apology for the punching.

“Really, you don’t need to go to any trouble, I’ve dealt with worse, oh, hello there.” He chirps delightedly when Winnie bumps against his shin. She follows him to the couch as Duck searches for his wallet, which has chosen now of all times to stray from it’s normal spot on his nightstand.

“Care to join me, tiny predator?”

“She’s havin trouble gettin up on the couch lately.”

“May I lift her?”

“Uh, sure. She’ll let you know if she ain’t in the mood.”

“Alright, come along fuzzy one, ah, there we go. My, you are a dignified, silver-haired grande dame aren’t you.”

Duck glances up to find Indrid cuddling Winnie, cooing over her as he pets her forehead. The Sylph is right; the once cheddar colored fur on her head is almost entirely gray.

By the time he finds his wallet (in a random boot), Winnie is sound asleep in Indrid’s lap.

“We cannot leave. I have been chosen.”

Duck laughs, and goes to start some popcorn. No reason they can’t have dinner and movie at home, after all.

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Duck is exhausted; the apartment is at capacity, the FBI is nosing around town, and he’s been training daily to prepare for the next abomination.

So he’s more than a little annoyed when a familiar paw bats his nose, waking him up.

“Not even close to breakfast time.”

“Mrow.”

“Get.”

“MROW.” She hops off the bed, meowing louder and louder until he gets up, at which point she scurries into the living room. He follows, intending to bundle her into her bed so she can’t escape until morning.

But she’s not near her food bowl. She’s on the couch. Or, more accurately, on Indrid, who is curled up on the couch, frightened.

“‘Drid?”

“It’s all going to end.”

“Bad futures?”

“That’s putting it exceedingly mildly. I wish I could sleep, I’m so very tired.” He pets Winnie, manages a weak smile when she kneads at his thick sweater.

“Could read to you from one of my tree guides. Might knock you out.”

“...Yes, that actually might work. Thank you, Duck.”

“You’re welcome, be right back with that book. Winnie, you’re in charge until then.”

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“I have one final thing to move in. Ta dah!” Indrid presents a flat, rectangular basket, filled with thick, fluffy pillow. It’s late November, and while the world was saved, Indrid’s Winnebago got crushed by a Quell monster during the battle. Not that Duck’s complaining about an excuse to move his boyfriend in.

“Great, what it is?”

“It’s a special catbed. I know Winnie is on the upper limit of her years, and that the cold is rough on her joints. I found an old electric blanket in the Winnebago and stuck it under the pillow, so she can have extra warmth without leaving her favorite spot.”

“Thanks, darlin. Sure she’ll love it.” He kisses Indrid’s cheek.

“It’s the least I could do. After all, she was here first.” Indrid kisses his nose, pats Winnie on the head as she pads, slowly, over to investigate the offering. Duck sets it down in her corner, plugging in the blanket. She sniffs it, then settles into her favorite shape, the one Aubrey calls “catloaf.”

“Well, old girl, what do you think? This all gonna be okay?”

Winnie bumps her head against his hand, “Mrow.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

#duck newton #reader requests #indruck

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realmonsterboyhours · 4 years

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Incubus!Beej x Self Insert. Let me be self-indulgent this AU destroys me. CW: NSFW

With the most delicate movements, she slipped her comforter from herself, and with a soft thump, her sock-clad feet hit the soft area rug beneath her bed. Stretching upwards towards the entirety of her height, a small shiver took over her mostly nude form, stippling her skin with soft raised goosebumps. It was autumn now, her favorite season. Her love of the cold tended to cause her to have some curious habits, such as leaving her window ajar a few inches to allow for the nipping breeze to roll in and fill her bedroom with that all too delightful smell of fallen leaves.

Her skin was paler than normal, nearly spectral as she shifted into her winter shades of skin, pale freckles still dotted the points of her body, her dark hair tied up in a large but all too messy bun cresting the crown of her head. A shiver overcame her body, her soft pink nipples raised due to the cold permeating the silver metal bars that transversed them, the cold only compounded their upright position on her already rather full breasts.

She caught a small glimpse of herself in the mirror, she always walked around topless, but on select few nights, she felt like a goddess and would parade around the house proudly. Up until recently, it has not been much of an issue, it only ever became problematic after her rather handsy incubus friend Beetlejuice decided to take up some sort of residence in her apartment, to which this habit of hers was a bit more troublesome if you could call it that.

Yet here she was, standing in her full glory wearing only a pair of small black shorts, black thigh high stockings, and a small black leather collar. It was time for a break from her case studies and homework. She needed a break, she hadn’t really eaten for several hours now, though that wasn’t really out of the normal for her, even though Beetlejuice would adamantly protest to her periods of intermittent fasting, to which she would simply direct his gaze to her thigh with either a sensually prolonged graze, or a simple slap and tell him she had plenty to spare for now.

She had set some ground rules with the demon upon his arrival, one of which being that he wasn’t to disturb her unless absolutely needed when she was working on her schoolwork. It had worked for the most part, though on the off occasion she would find him slipping into her room to just watch her quietly. He had learned the hard way early on that she meant business about her studying when he had tried to grope her backside in a half-hearted attempt to feed, which quickly earned him a glare, and a small lecture. Something something ‘If you want to pay my tuition go for it’ something blah blah.

But now she headed out of her room and down the stairs of her loft-like apartment, making a quick trip to the kitchen. By now she should be used to the feeling of being watched, she never seemed to be truly alone in the confines of her own home, always feeling eyes on her, hungrily watching as she went about her business. The demon never typically hid from sight, he could usually be found lounging on her couch, watching TV or playing with her small tortoiseshell cat Monique. Such a strange little sassy creature.

So as she gathered up a box of cereal, a bowl, and spoon it didn’t surprise her that she felt his eyes, hearing the shift of the couch as he perked up at her presence. She took a mental note, his fixed gaze on her did not go unnoticed. “Well well, look you’re a sight for sore eyes snackcake.” She could feel his ogling trace along the curves of her body as she opened the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk for her cereal. When she turned on her heel she noticed the incubus’ vision immediately drop to her chest, this didn’t really bother her much now, in fact, she welcomed the attention.

There would be a certain spring of an emotional surge that sat heavy in her stomach with how his eyes would just drink her in. Something about the idea that an other-worldly creature would deem her attractive just struck a chord that played right into her lustful side. She did her best to keep her wits about her, though as an incubus she knew he could usually feel the charge of emotion, or maybe even notice a hormonal switch.

“Thank you kindly sir” she purred softly, her voice held a soft rasp from the cold air seeping into her lungs, something that was a tad different, but not unpleasant sounding. She too also knew how to drive the demon a bit mad, always treading that fine line, pushing his barriers. A subtle sort of brat energy.

It was not something that the demon found unwelcomed. In the past, he found many of his previous feeders to be rather dull, not willing to play his games back and submitted to him maybe a bit too easily. This one was different though. She was… Playful? Typically feeders would have problems with the way he talked to them or the way he would grab ahold of them. Not sensitive per se, incubus are demons of consent, after all, it had never been unwelcome touches, but none of the previous feeders have ever really talked back to him like she did, looked at him like she did. Like she was just as hungry as he was. It was like a breath of fresh air.

Yes, the very core of their contract was incredibly sexual, she ultimately was a food source for him, a symbiosis of sexual nature. Though recently he had found a much more deep appreciation for this feeder. It was a rarity that a human could keep up with his stamina as well as she did, he was able to take nearly his fill from her in one session, and she allowed him to feed often.

So when he noticed her skin standing erect as it was, something within him guided him closer to her. “Dollface, you realize it’s like, really cold in that room up there right?” His hand running up her arm from her elbow to her shoulder, trailing off just before reaching her neck. He loved how lax she was to his touch before his fingers even reached her neck her head dipped ever so slightly to rest in his hand, when it never came she looked up at him with those verdant eyes.

He felt like he had just committed a heinous crime by pulling away just shy of her touch when she had given him a look of disappointment so subtle and gone in a flash he almost questioned if it had been there in the first place. Though quickly after she gave him one of her toothy smiles, sweet, yet also so genuine. “Really? I hadn’t noticed, thank you for reminding me Beej” she teased. “I’m not too cold in my room honestly” she added after a scrutinizing look was placed over her frame by the demon.

He found his eyebrow cocking to form a doubtful, exasperated look, emoting to her that he was serious. He genuinely did care about this feeder. Whether he would mention that was an entirely different story.

She idly continued to assemble her snack without much more thought to his words. With an irked sigh, the demon quickly shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her chilled shoulders, holding her steadfast close to him by the lapels of his jacket, he made her face him, his face leaning down, his nose a hair's breadth away from brushing against her own. A subtle flush appeared on her cheeks, this did not go unnoticed.

“Babes, if you get hypothermia how am I supposed to eat?” He questioned in a half-serious tone. She averted her gaze as he released her, taking a step back to admire her frame within his jacket. He would be lying if he were to say she wasn’t actually a sight for his sore eyes. He was already attracted to her soft curves, her thick thighs, the plumpness of her backside, her full breasts. But in his stripes? This was a whole different ballpark.

Just when he thought he had gotten the upper hand over the woman, she leaned up to grasp his shirt, pulling him back flush with her body, she felt her chest pressing hard against his own, and the way she had taken him by surprise when his breath hitched in his throat. Her eyes made contact with his, her nose barely brushing against his own. Her lips placed so close when she spoke he would feel the silky drag of them sliding over his own lips.

“Why don’t you warm me up then-” She leaned over to one of the demon’s pointed ears, cooing gently into it with a purr “-Sir…”. This sent a bolt through Beetlejuice from the tips of his onyx horns to the tip of his tail, it was a weak spot of his was when she would call him that. She retracted just enough to gauge his reaction, a subtle bite of her sinfully full lips was all the encouragement he needed.

She honestly half expected him to teleport them to her room, their normal spot for this sort of event. However, the demon responded by pulling her into a fiery kiss. His lips surging towards hers with a sort of longing she had not expected. His tongue slipped across her lips, his pointed teeth would grab her lips with firm tugs. Soft noises of approval would seep from her mouth, as he kissed her like she was the only air to breathe.

She reached up, tangling her hands into his hair, her arms circling his shoulders as she pressed herself impossibly closer, a habit of hers he found absolutely charming. The idea that this breather wanted to be pressed against him completely always shocked him, but was always a pleasant feeling.

His hands found purchase on her hips, his thumbs kneading deeply into the soft tissue he found there, his own arousal becoming much more evident, and with a fleeting moment of clarity, he realized just how hungry she had made him. His hands slipped up the curvature of her ass, and buried beneath his coat, before sinking into the hem of her shorts, slipping them from her freely.

He paused only for a moment to take in the sight of her sumptuous body presented before him. She loved the vulnerable feeling she would experience prickling at the back of her neck when he would stare at her naked and exposed in front of him. He took in the sight ravenously as he pulled her back to him. “Tell me what you want from me, snackcake.” he groaned as she reached down tentatively rubbing her hand against the bulge forming behind the wall of fabric, eliciting a groan of approval from him.

“Please fuck me…” she breathed, feeling the power within her stomach rising as she brought this demon to shivering before her. “Feed as much as you like, Sir.” She gasped loudly as he scooped her up into his arms for a short while before the back of her thighs reached the cool granite of the island countertop behind her, a pleasant shiver rolled up her spine.

She made no fuss of parting her legs to make room for him to fill between them, exposing herself fully to him. He drank the sight in, tonight he feasts. Little more needed to be said as he dove his head fervently between her thighs, his long tongue making simple work of lapping up every drop of her excitement. She always tasted so much better when she was also yearning for him. He savored as much as he could, bringing rolling waves of pleasure, wracking her body with intense bliss.

She refused to hold her body up any longer, laying back fully displayed on the counter now, her hips would rock gently up to his proficient mouth, her arms stretched above her head, allowing him unhindered access to her body. It was one of those nights where he could do whatever he wanted with her, this sent a swell of excitement through his veins.

She rode out several orgasms from his mouth alone, her eyes began rolling back from the heightened stimulation. “B-beej, ngh ah! P-please. I c.. can’t wait anymore” She panted, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and ecstasy. A toothy grin appeared on his face once more as he stood up. “Fair enough dollface.” He purred lowly, standing once more, taking his position as her eager legs snaked their way around his waist. He deftly tossed one of her legs over his shoulder, his gaze fixed on her heat in front of him as he removed his throbbing member from his pants, and sank deep into her.

“F-fuck… You’re so warm” he let out a guttural groan as his cock hilted deep within her with a painfully slow speed, he felt every inch of her give way to him inside. His eyes looked over her body presented before him like a buffet of sinful snacks. He couldn’t help himself from leaning down, to bite her lip, his free hand massaging at her breast as he began to thrust in and out of her.

By now he knew exactly how she liked it, a slow, agonizing pace, that gradually built over time, and he was all too happy to offer it to her at this moment. Normally he had been one to simply to help himself to whatever he could get, but tonight felt different. It was different. Something had changed or shifted. They were so synchronized in their movements. Their hips rutting against each other ardently, her cries of pleasure sent jolts of excitement down his spine.

It was unlike him to pull her into him, their mouths meeting in a passionate set of kisses normally, but the way she felt was driving him absolutely mad. He felt her softly clenching around him, her walls shivering with the pleasure he was forcing into her. His hips milking another orgasm from her, his hair shifted to a soft pink at the tips, his body becoming more sensitive. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“One more baby, gimmie just... one more. I know you can do it.” He growled with a deep lusty rumble. His tail found its way to circle her clit, sending a wave of heat to her brain, his free hand tangled itself into her hair, prying at it gently as he tugged her head back to expose her neck. He littered it with kisses, his fangs grazing along the sensitive skin that was presented to him. She came completely undone, any semblance of composure was tossed aimlessly to the wind as she found her toes curling. She came, and she came hard, crying out his name one final time as he spilled into her, even dripping out though he was wrapped tightly inside her.

Panting, and disheveled, she rolled back onto the cool surface of the counter, doing whatever she could to catch her breath. Though the incubus was not nearly as worn through as she was, he was definitely catching his breath as he retracted from her slowly, leaving a huge mess in his wake.

“Fuck…” she said breathlessly before finally composing herself enough to sit up and admire the wreckage he had created. A warm heat took over her cheeks again when she noticed him watching her looking things over. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the moment felt different, almost like time had stopped. “I-I should clean this up” she whimpered out before finally sliding from her counter to her feet once more.

She made quick work of cleaning her kitchen and herself to some degree. And after excusing herself to shower quickly, she returned to find him in her bedroom waiting for her once more. “Did you want to sleep in here tonight Beej?” she asked him curiously as she stripped down in front of him without a second thought. He watched her curiously, and with desire. “Yeah” he said simply, not sure how to articulate how he felt about it exactly. It was hard for him to express how he longed to feel the touch of her skin or being surrounded by her scent.

It wasn’t out of place for the two of them to curl up together and sleep, but the same peculiar feeling found its way to his gut yet again that nagged him. Tonight was different. He kept repeating in his head, she had felt it too, but had placed it as him just having a craving as he did from time to time.

She sank slowly into the bed, feeling the sheets soft against her freshly cleaned skin. She felt so safe with him near, it was a feeling she always appreciated as she burrowed into the crook of his neck, he was more than willing to pull her closer, gathering her into his arms, his legs intertwining with her own.

She felt the exhaustion crash into her like a tidal wave, and after some soft words of praise, and a few teasing quips she faded off to sleep, leaving Beetlejuice to admire the bruises and scrapes of varying degrees of healing that he had adorned her soft body with. He was so proud of his little feeder, and spend the next several hours stroking her hair behind her ear and kissing her head before replacing his lips with his chin.

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