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Hopes & Prayers

My first entry for a @bnhabookclub​ weekly SFW prompt, this one’s themed around mythology! 

Izuku Midoriya x Gender Neutral Reader WC: 2.1k Warnings: Religious (specifically Pagan) themes, some mentions of alcohol

You weren’t really thinking anything would come of this. You were just at your wit’s end, and figured that leaving a little offering for the God of Love may be the boost you needed. But of course, why would a god trifle himself with the whims of a mortal?

Your offering was simple, honey cakes and a small bundle of flowers, placed atop the altar along with the offerings from all the other young people that wanted so badly to find their love, praying to the god for guidance.

You bowed your head and a few mumbled words flowed out of your lips, pleading with all your heart to find someone for you before the village elders chose someone for you. Often more keen to trust the decision of a god than of an old crone, anyways.

You felt a light breeze brush against your ankles, cool enough to be refreshing in the summer heat, almost like it was wiping the sweat off your brow as it flowed around the temple and fluttered the hem of your robes. 

You felt the breeze at your back on your walk home, like a gentle hand guiding you back through your garden and into your house. Taking  a moment to check on the bread that was baking and the soup that was bubbling away, before returning outside to sit a while in the garden and stare up at the sky. 

When you laid back in the grasses that surrounded your home, every touch felt like a loving caress, from the serene wind to the ticklish blades of grass along the exposed skin on your arms. The sun pressed gentle kisses of gold to your cheeks and nose, warming your body from the outside in. 

But you couldn’t stay in such bliss for long, no matter how badly you wanted to. You had chores to attend to, a garden to water, and your dinner to keep a watchful eye upon. You didn’t have the luxury of relaxation.

The outdoors called to you for the rest of the evening. The wind whistling through the open windows and the grasses beckoning to you to lay down once more. The sun painted the sky in dazzling reds and pinks as it set, and the stars winked at you as the moon rose from below the horizon.

You had to ignore the pleas, though. As much as you wanted to forget your duties and cares, you had to keep the inside of your home looking just as beautiful as the outside. You found it far more important to brush away the dust that gathered in the corners than to lay under the blissful light of the moon; or to stare out your window wistfully at the dancing stars while you washed up your dish from your supper instead of laying underneath them and trying your best to piece together the pictures in the sky.

By morning, part of you wished that you had savored your time in the sun just a degree more, as you woke to the sounds of harsh rain pounding upon your roof. You supposed that the foul weather gave you an excuse to stay focused, to not be tempted by the playful disposition that had taken over the environment the day prior. 

Your morning proceeded without incident. You had taken the time to sit upon your bed and listen to the drumming of the rain, the sound almost musical to you, enough that it formed the basis for a quiet song for you to hum as you dressed yourself in warm clothing and prepared to face the day once more.

It wasn’t until afternoon when the first issue arose: a knock at the door. It was beyond you who would choose to go traveling in this weather, but you figured you may as well answer in case it turned out to be important.

When you swung your door open, you were surprised to see an unfamiliar face. He was doing his best to shield himself from the rain with a woolen cloak, and bright emerald eyes met yours when he heard your movements.

“So sorry to bother you, but I… I wasn’t expecting it to rain today, and I needed somewhere to dry myself off.” The young man bowed low to you, his wet ivy-green hair flopping from his hood. When he stood up straight once more, you studied his face. It was so familiar, but you couldn’t place it. Maybe he’d passed through town before, and you saw him in the street? Either way, you figured it couldn’t hurt to let him inside for a few minutes.

“Sure! I just started up a fire, so feel free to sit by it.” 

He bowed again, “Thank you so much!” He grinned at you while you opened the door the rest of the way, taking a moment to remove his muddied boots and dripping cloak once he had stepped over the threshold. 

The young man was strong, but he certainly wasn’t big. You could see the muscles in his forearms under his rolled-up sleeves as he wrung out his cloak, but he wasn’t bulky or imposing. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I invited myself into your home without introducing myself first!” He bowed to you once more, “My name is Deku, it’s truly a pleasure.”

You smiled, “Mine is (Y/N), and the feeling is mutual.” 

Deku stood back up, his freckled face pulled into a wide smile. “I really hope I’m not troubling you, I promise I’ll make it up in whatever way I can.”

“It’s no trouble, I didn’t have any plans today anyway.” You gestured for Deku to follow you, leading him over to the fire. “Have a seat wherever you’d like, I’ll go put on a pot of tea if you’d like?”

“Yes please! Tea sounds lovely.” Deku responded with a grin, taking a seat on the floor beside the hearth and warming his hands in the orange aura the flames were giving off.

He was in the same spot when you returned with two small cups of tea, and he graciously accepted the warm mug. 

You sat back down in your chair beside the fire, taking a sip from your cup and savoring the bitter, earthy aroma of the tea, allowing its warmth to seep into your being from the inside. Deku seemed to be having a similar experience as he let out a deep sigh following his first drink. 

“So…” You finally offered after a few minutes. “What brings you to town?”

“I’m just passing through, taking some time to travel.” Deku shrugged, his scarred hands starting to lose their tremble as he warmed up. 

“That sounds nice.” You gave Deku a friendly smile, finding yourself staring at the way the firelight flickered on his tanned cheeks.

“Very. I’ve visited before, but I didn’t stay long enough to really experience it.”

“Well…” You tapped your nail on the ceramic of your cup as you thought, “I’d be happy to show you around once the storm lets up.”

“That sounds lovely, (Y/N)!” Deku grinned, and you swore he could scare away the clouds with how sunny his smile was. The rest of the afternoon was spent by the fire, and the rain still beat down on the earth as the sun started to set.

“It’s not looking like it’ll be letting up soon… care to stay the night?” You glanced over at Deku, hoping to hide your eagerness to hear his answer.

“Well, I-I don’t want to be a bother…” Deku met your eyes for a moment, before quickly looking away. “It does seem to have lightened a little, I should be able to make it to an inn before too long.”

“It’s fine, really. No use spending the money if you already have somewhere to stay, right?” You placed a gentle hand on Deku’s shoulder, giving him a smile that you hoped could compete with his own. 

When he returned your look twofold, you knew you could never beat the way he seemed to radiate joy from his freckled face. “That’s so kind of you, (Y/N)! If you’re going to the trouble of housing me for the night, I insist on making dinner for you.” Deku stood up, brushing himself off. “I would hate for such kindness to go unpaid.” 

You gave a small chuckle, but stood up with him. You wanted to insist that it was fine, you didn’t mind making dinner for two, but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to repaying you.

“I suppose I can allow it.” You joked, crossing your arms. “Gives me time to set up your cot anyway.”

“Perfect!” Deku beamed, “I won’t disappoint you, I promise!” 

You couldn’t help but grin at his eagerness to please.

When you returned from setting up the cot by the fire, your jaw dropped when you found quite the extravagant dinner set before you, at least extravagant by your standards. One of your pots sat in the center of the table, full with a nice cut of venison and roast vegetables, all glistening with a sauce that you couldn’t place the name of based on smell alone.

The odd thing was, you didn’t remember having venison, and your garden didn’t have any produce as big and plentiful as what lay in the pot.

“How did you…?” Your gaze darted between Deku and the meal set before you. 

“I-it was in my pack already!” He rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s the least I can do, really. I would’ve made a dessert, too, if I had the time.”

Your shocked expression didn’t fade as you sat down, taking a fork and sinking it into the still-tender meat, placing some on your plate along with a helping of vegetables. “D-Deku, this is…”

“It’s what you deserve for being so kind!” Deku sat down across from you, placing his own serving on a plate. 

The dinner lasted well into the night, long past the sunset, and was only interrupted when you had to get up to light candles, returning with a bottle of cider for the two of you to share. 

By the time the bottle was gone, you were more than ready to head to bed. You yawned and stretched as you stood up, watching as Deku did the same. “I hope your cot is as comfy as it can be…”

“It’ll definitely be more comfortable than the floor, right?”

“One would hope!” You giggled, “We should both be headed to bed, it’s quite late.”

Deku nodded, padding over to his cot where he began to remove his overshirt.

“I’ll try not to wake you in the morning.” You called back as you headed back to your room.

But you didn’t end up needing to worry about that, because when you arose in the morning, Deku was gone, no evidence of him remaining save for the dishes left on the table from the night before, and a note scribbled on a piece of parchment that had been placed on the tabletop.

(Y/N), Thank you so much for your kindness, so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. May our paths cross again, –Deku

You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes, and you watched helplessly as a few drops landed on the note, staining the paper and causing the ink to run.

Just when you had thought you’d met someone so sweet, so kind, who seemed to hang off your every action and word just as much as you did his. 

Of course, he had to leave before you even knew. Nothing in life could truly be that perfect, could it?

You trudged through the mud back to the town square, into the community altars. You ached to give the supposed God of Love a piece of your mind. Surely it was his fault that this man left you feeling more alone than before.

You moved to take back the cakes you had left there two days before, but were somewhat surprised to find them gone.

At least you were surprised for a moment, until your eyes met those of the painting that sat upon the altar.

The unruly locks done up in shades of forest green, the freckles that dotted tanned cheeks like stars in the night sky, the smile that rivaled the light of day. 

In that moment, as you gazed upon the painted rendition of the love god Izuku, you knew your prayer had been answered.

When you came out of your shocked, lovestruck state, you mentally kicked yourself for failing to remember his traditional name earlier. You knew the name Deku had sounded familiar.

#bnhabookclub #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #izuku

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Fear (Richie Tozier x Reader x Eddie Kaspbrak)

This was requested by @rubywolf12

Hope you like it!

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“No. Y/N, you are doing it all wrong!” Y/N’s husband Eugene yelled, his face becoming red in anger.

“What exactly am I doing wrong?” Y/N asked, wanting to get out of this ballerina dress. She was practicing for the show ‘Swan Lake’ in a few weeks with her husband Eugene.

“Your form is lazy and you are missing some steps in the dance!” He said, his voice raising a bit.

Y/N flinched a bit at that. When he gets too mad, he would start to become physically abusive.

Because of all the abuse he made her go through, Y/N started to self harm.

Some of her coworkers were concerned about her when she became distant from them, but she would assure them that she is fine.

“Relax Eugene, I still have a few weeks until the show. I’ll get better.” She said as she watched him get up onto the stage and walked towards her.

“You don’t tell me to relax. And it’s your fault, you can’t do a single fucking thing right!” He growled grabbing her wrist tightly.

She gasped in pain as he tightened his grip.

“Do it right, or you will be severely punished.”

Y/N was about to say something until she heard her phone ringing.

Eugene let go of her wrist and gestured to her bag. Y/N walked over to her bag and took out her phone.

“Hello?” She said answering the call.

“Hello, is this Y/N L/N?” A man’s voice spoke from the other end.

“Yes, who is this?” Y/N asked.

“It’s Mike. Mike Hanlon.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

Mike, one of her friends when she was a child.

“Mike, hey. What’s up?” She asked, wondering why Mike is calling her.

“IT is back, you need to come back home. Back to Derry.”

Y/N’s hand then started to hurt as well as her head.

Memories started to flood back. Her childhood in Derry, and her friends, the Losers Club.

She loved each one so much, but not the same as Richie and Eddie.

She wondered how they are doing.

“Are you coming back?”

“Yes.” She replied.

“Good, we are meeting up at the local Chinese restaurant in Derry. See you there.” Mike said before ending the call.

“Who were you talking to?”

Y/N turned to see Eugene glaring down at her.

“Just an old friend.” She replied.

“Really, and what did this Mike want?” He asked as he grabbed Y/N’s arm tightly.

“Nothing, he was just telling me that our old friends are meeting up back in our home town just for a dinner reunion.” Y/N said as she tried to pull away.

“Why do you have to lie to me?” He asked, as he pulled her towards him.

“I am not lying.” Y/N said starting to get mad at him.

“Yes you are. What are you going to do with this Mike? You little slut!”

That made Y/N finally snap and she kicked him where the sun didn’t shine.

“Gah!” He shouted as he collapsed on the ground.

“We are done!” Y/N growled, taking her wedding ring off and threw it right at him.

“You get back here!” She heard him shout as she grabbed her bag and walked down the isle of seats and to the doors of the auditorium.

“If you leave, you are nothing! You are nothing without me!”

When she got to the doors, she turned back to where Eugene was on stage.

“Goodbye Eugene.” She said before leaving.

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Y/N sighed as she stood in front of the restaurant that Mike told her about on the way to Derry.

 Was she ready to see everyone after being apart for 27 years?

She opened the door and entered the restaurant.

A hostess saw her and smiled.

“Hi, I’m here with Mike Hanlon.”

She nodded and lead her to a private room, where she heard laughing.

“Thank you.” Y/N said to the hostess before peaking inside.

There, she saw everyone.

Bill, Ben, Mike, Beverly, Stan, Eddie, and Richie.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She hurried to the woman’s rest room to calm down a bit.

Splashing cool water into her face, she looked back up to see her skin a bit pale, with red water dripping down.

She looked at her hands and noticed blood dripping down from under her sleeves.

Her recent cuts must have opened up again.

She rolled her sleeves up and dabbed the blood away with paper towel.

As she threw the bloodied paper towel away and covering it up with more paper towel so nobody will see it.

“Y/N?” a woman’s voice spoke from behind her.

Y/N turned around to see a familiar red haired woman.

Beverly.

“Hey Bev.” Y/N said as Beverly pulled her into a hug.

“It’s been too long.” She said as she pulled away and took a look at Y/N.

“You never changed, just as awesome.” She said with a big smile.

Y/N smiled back.

“Same thing to you.”

Beverly then opened the door for Y/N.

“I bet the guys want to see you as well. I’ll be back out in a minute.”

Y/N exit the bathroom, leaving Beverly alone.

She then walked towards the garbage to see what Y/N covered up.

Looking in, her eyes widened when she saw the bloodied paper towel.

“Oh Y/N, what happened?” She whispered, covering the bloodied paper towel up again.

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Taking a deep breath, Y/N entered the dining area where the boys were.

They stopped talking and looked at her.

“Y/N, you came.” Mike said pulling her into a hug, then the others did the same thing as well.

Pulling away from the hug with Stan, Y/N then saw Richie and Eddie.

The two boys that she had a crush on when they were younger.

But now, she doesn’t know how she feels about the two men.

“Richie, Eddie...” The two men pulled her into a big hug.

“I missed you guys so much.” She said before pulling away.

“We missed you to (Nickname).” Richie said ruffling Y/N’s hair a bit and Eddie grabbed Y/N’s hand and they all sat down. Y/N sitting between Richie and Eddie.

Beverly came back into the room and sat down next to Richie and Bill and they all started to eat supper.

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When they were done, the dishes were taken away from waiters and a bowl of fortune cookies were laid in the center.

Each person grabbed one while talking a bit.

While the others were laughing, Y/N decided to open her’s up.

Cracking her cookie open, she took out a slip of paper. When she read it, she could barely breath.

‘Welcome home Y/N, I missed you and your fear’

The others opened their cookies up and looked confused.

“Mine says ‘Decided’.” Stan said placing his piece of paper on the table.

Beverly had ‘Look’

Ben had ‘To’

Bill’s said ‘Come’

Richie’s said ‘Who’

Eddie had ‘Well’

Mike had ‘Home’

As everyone started to mix their words together to figure out the message, Y/N looked at her paper, tears starting to form.

“Well, look who decided to come home.” Bill read the message.

Then the bowl of cookies started to shake, making everyone jump back.

Then little creatures started to break out of the cookies and fly around.

One little creature, a bat with one wing, went straight towards Y/N.

Screaming, Y/N tried to swat the thing away from her.

“Y/N!” Eddie and Richie shouted.

Richie grabbed a plate and smacked the bat away while Eddie pulled Y/N to him, rubbing her back to calm her down.

Richie caressed Y/N’s face with his hands and checked for any injuries that it could have done to her.

That’s when he saw blood, soaking through the sleeves of Y/N’s long sleeve shirt.

Y/N noticed and her eyes widened.

She pulled away from Eddie and ran out of the restaurant.

She ran into a nearby alleyway, slid down the wall and cried.

“I shouldn’t have come back.” She cried.

As she cried, she heard voices calling out her name.

“Y/N!” She could hear Richie and Eddie yell, becoming louder as they came closer to where she was.

She buried her face in her arms. She did not want them to see her like this.

She then heard footsteps patter over to where she was and stop.

“Y/N.” a soothing voice spoke, a hand starting to rub her back.

“Hey, Y/N, look at us.”

She opened her eyes, and looked up to see Richie and Eddie looking at her concerned.

“It’s alright, everything is going to be fine.” Eddie said as he slowly grabbed her arms and slowly rolled her sleeves up.

The two men were shocked to see so many cuts and bruises scattered on her arms.

“Y/N, why would you do this?” Richie asked as Eddie took out a handkerchief and dabbed the blood away.

“My life after leaving Derry was a nightmare. I married a man who I thought loved me, but I was wrong. He would punish me if I did anything wrong, whether it was at home, or while practicing for a ballad show.”

Y/N looked away as tears started to fall once more.

“Hey, don’t look away. Look at us.”

She looked back to see Richie and Eddie looking at her lovingly.

“He had no right to hurt you. You are an amazing, beautiful woman. And you deserve someone who loves you for who you are. Or maybe two, if you feel the same way like we do.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. Did the two men in front of her just confess their feelings for her? So they love her just as much as she loves them?

“You both love me?” She asked, her voice barely in a whisper.

The two smiled.

“Yes. We do.”

Y/N smiled.

After all these years, the two boys from her childhood, now grown men love her just as much as she loved them. And she is not going to lose them, ever.

#richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #richie x reader x eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #stan uris

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Here Are 6 Things Your Cat Loves More Than Food

We as a whole realize exactly how much felines like nourishment. Indeed, even stray felines who might rather not come quite close to a human can for the most part be allured with the guarantee of a delicious piece.

Nonetheless, there are a couple of things that even your feline likes more than nourishment. In the event that you recognize what they are and give them, you'll have one VERY cheerful kitty.

Here are six things your feline will pick over nourishment… pretty much inevitably.

1. Snoozes

In the event that your feline is in any way similar to mine, the sound of a stirring sack of nourishment can wake them out of the most profound rest. Different felines could mind less. They'd much rather complete their feline rests and eat later. Essentially, it descends to your feline's close to home inclinations. Consider it. What do you discover your feline investing the majority of their energy doing? In the event that I needed to figure, it would rest. In actuality, felines can spend upwards of 12 to 16 hours rest every day. What's more, if your feline is more established, they could rest as much as 20 hours every day. That doesn't leave much time to do quite a bit of something else, isn't that right?

2. Catnip

Given a decision between a bowl of nourishment and a BIG heap of catnip, what might your feline pick? All things considered, its an obvious fact that felines love catnip, and numerous felines would significantly lean toward you give them catnip instead of treats. That is to say, wouldn't you? Simply consider it, on the off chance that you had the decision between a treat or a substance that made you feel quite great each time you had it… what might you pick?

3. Hair Comfort

Have you at any point watched a feline eat? On the off chance that you have, at that point possibly you've seen them eating out of the center of the bowl, while keeping away from the sides. However, after they've completed, they ask as though they haven't had a thing to eat. What's gives? Indeed, a few felines have VERY delicate hairs. What's more, contacting them on anything is to some degree awkward. That is on the grounds that, stubbles are intended to help felines discover predators and prey, identify changes in the climate, and they even enable them to discover their way around in obscurity. Which as you can envision, makes them extremely delicate. Truth be told, harm to their bristles can be very difficult. That is the reason Rubbing against the side of the bowl can be awkward to your feline. What's more, felines with touchy stubbles will dependably pick the solace of their hairs over nourishment. Also they realize that when they get extremely eager a bit of asking goes far.

4. Working For Food

I realize it might sound abnormal, however most felines would prefer to work for their nourishment than have it quite recently given to them. Keep in mind, felines have extremely solid impulses, in addition to they're very brilliant. Along these lines, for them, it's a diversion. They like the test and they want to follow things down. Particularly, indoor felines. Without incitement they get exhausted, so making a diversion out of supper time can be very thrilling. There are an assortment of riddle feeders that can help make every dinner quite a lot more fun. You can likewise play recreations with your feline, train them traps and shroud their nourishment in better places.

5. A Stimulating Environment

Much the same as chasing for nourishment invigorates a feline's brain, your feline likes to be animated in different ways as well. Presently, I'll be the first to concede that I keep my feline inside in light of the fact that I like to guard him. In any case, while guarding your feline from predators, vehicles and different risky and unsafe dangers, there are medical issues related with keeping your feline inside. For instance, urinary tract contaminations, diabetes, and heftiness. Much the same as you and I, felines need both physical and mental incitement. Felines need to climb, hop and play. In this way, giving your feline an assortment of roosts, boxes, windows and different spots, they can go to play and watch feathered creatures will go far in keeping them animated and will help check their fatigue.

6. You

Presently you might not have anticipated this one but rather trust it or not… your feline favors you over nourishment. It's hard to believe, but it's true… felines love their people and ache for your consideration. In one investigation performed at Oregon State University specialists found that felines incline toward social association to sustenance. The examination took a gander at the conduct of both pet felines and felines living in a safe house. Amid the examination, they gave the felines a decision between sustenance, toys, fragrances and social association with a human. And keeping in mind that there were contrasts among every one of the felines, the lion's share liked to connect with people more than everything else. So next time your feline appears laser-concentrated on their sustenance dish as they swallow down the nourishment you've given them take comfort in realizing that your feline cherishes you more than sustenance.

How Cats Age

You generally find out about puppies and maturing. You know…

How 1 human year is equivalent to 7 hound years. However, shouldn't something be said about felines?

What does the maturing procedure look like for them? Furthermore, as a feline proprietor what would you be able to expect as they develop from little cat to grown-up feline and past.

All things considered, that is actually what this article is about.

The rate at which your feline ages can rely upon an assortment of variables including their general wellbeing and the earth they are brought up in.

I've assembled some broad rules regarding what you can expect at the different stages.

Most specialists concur, there are six phases of maturing. Thus, I've condensed every one of them underneath.

1. Cat Stage (this stage speaks to the time from birth until they are around a half year old)

It's basically amid this phase your feline will change the most, both physically and rationally than at some other time in their life. In this way, much can occur so rapidly, that it's vital to realize what to search for to decide if your feline is growing ordinarily, and is turning into a very much adjusted, sound and certain feline.

How about we take a gander at a couple of the most imperative things.

Nourishment - Kittens are a ton like developing kids and it's vital that amid this time you feed them a lot of amazing, supplement thick little cat sustenance. On the off chance that you've at any point possessed a feline, at that point you definitely realize how finicky they can be. On the off chance that your little cat turns their nose up to a specific kind of sustenance, attempt to offer them nourishments with various surfaces. This can frequently work until you discover a surface that they like.

Socialization During these developmental years, it's imperative to open your feline to an assortment of circumstances and individuals. Simply make sure to do it in a way where they realize that you're there and they realize they are sheltered. On the off chance that you alarm them or on the off chance that they partner someone in particular or circumstance with dread, at that point it might be difficult to break that affiliation sometime down the road. This is likewise a decent time to get them used to the feline bearer and the vehicle, for those future treks to the vet. Likewise, ensure they get a lot of play time both with people and different pets on the off chance that you have any. This is a decent time to likewise open them to different creatures, particularly hounds.

Litterbox – This is likewise when your feline will figure out how to utilize the litter box. Fortunately most felines lift it up before long. Simply make a point to put it in a region where they can without much of a stretch discover it and a territory that feels safe.

2. Junior (amid this stage felines are reproductively develop however are as yet developing, this stage normally endures amid the initial 1-2 years)

Amid this stage, felines are a ton like young people. They're investigating their condition and endeavoring to get a sense with respect to where they have a place. Amid this stage, your feline will achieve their full size and will have figured out how to endure and flourish in their condition. They can likewise turn into somewhat gutsy and minimal progressively inquisitive as their certainty develops.

Junior felines will ordinarily show these practices:

Meandering – Cats at this phase who aren't spayed or fixed have a propensity for pondering. This is an impulse that they are brought into the world with and it can get them in a bad position. In a perfect world, you've spayed or fixed your feline as a cat, yet on the off chance that you haven't presently is as yet a decent time.

Litterbox – Now that you know how huge your feline will be, ensure their litter box is sufficiently enormous for them. Likewise, ensure that they are utilizing it fittingly and that there are no issues with its arrangement.

The following stage is…

3. The Adult Stage (this stage is spoken to by your feline being in a mind-blowing prime physically and for the most part happens between the ages of 3 and 6)

At this point you have an entirely decent handle on who your feline is, the thing that their identity is and what their fundamental demeanor is.

As a grown-up, your feline's needs will change. For instance:

Conduct and exercises During the grown-up stage, your feline won't be as dynamic as they were the point at which they were a cat, yet despite everything they need standard exercise and play time. They likewise need mental incitement and some social time as well.

Medicinal needs Hopefully you've been taking your feline to the vet for standard checkups since they were a little cat, if not right now is an ideal opportunity to focus on their wellbeing including their weight and dental cleanliness.

Next up is the…

4. Develop Stage (This stage is normally characterized between the ages of 7-10 years of age)

Amid this stage, it's critical to remember that felines are what could be compared to around 40-50 years old. They're less dynamic than your run of the mill grown-up feline as well. Furthermore, in view of how well you dealt with their wellbeing needs amid their grown-up years, medical problems may start to spring up. At this stage, it truly is suggested that you bring your feline into the vet at any rate on a yearly premise. That way, your vet can distinguish any creating medical problems like joint inflammation, weight or dental issues, which are progressively normal amid this stage.

The following stage is the…

5. Senior Stage (this stage commonly happens between the ages of 11-14 years)

This is equal to what we people think about our brilliant years. Amid this stage, felines will frequently rest more and eat less. They likewise don't play as much as they used to either.

6. Geriatric Stage (This stage is typically defined as 15 years and beyond)

Unfortunately, this stage is associated with mounting health issues. And during this time of your cat’s life, I recommend you take your cat in twice a year for checkups. Health problems can come on quickly and you want to make sure that you catch things early. During this stage, you’ll also want to keep your cat comfortable and loved. Giving your pet the best care also means recognizing when it may be time to say goodbye. I hope you’re lucky enough to have a cat through all of these stages.

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Metamorphosis: Stage 1

It was strange. The world had started over, kept turning and growing and living, yet she felt like a ghost in its wake. Bionis was dead, for all intents and purposes, and Mechonis had gone with it. The Gods that she had prayed to and so revered were gone now-- they had not even been the same Gods she thought they were, yet still, she felt like they had been stolen from her.

Just like her mother.

Just like her father.

Just like her brother.

Just like her people.

Melia couldn’t remember when she had laid down on her bed, or how long it had been since. She drifted in and out of sleep so many times. With the world put back together and the fighting finally over, the emptiness had caught up to her. She had run out of smiles to give to her friends within minutes, and retreated to the empty shell of a palace that used to be her home.

She did not know how many days she stayed there alone, while the remnants of the High Entia still lingered with the homs. They were waiting for someone to tell them that their city was safe again.

Melia was waiting for someone to tell her that she was still alive.

It was strange to wake up and find herself not-alone. Alone had become so normal, so natural, for a ghost like her. When Melia was finally found, she didn’t know what to say.

“Melly! Has Melly eaten? Melly looks sick--” Riki was quick to fill the silence, waddling over to her quickly and jumping onto her bed. His larger second hands took her chin, turning her face back and forth. She was gaunt, pale, her eyes gone grey and cloudy, and her wings were limp with thinning feathers. But how strange it was, to be touched.

“I’m... fine...” she muttered, her voice was hoarse. “Go home, Riki.”

“Hero-pon must never leave friend who is sick,” he insisted, patting her cheek with one massive furry palm. Melia flinched, pulling away.

“Stop it, I’m fine, just let me sleep, if you please.”

Riki ignored her, and as he hopped off of her bed, Melia realized that he was not alone. In the doorway of her bedchamber, a mass of pink peeked inside. She whispered to Riki as he hurried back to her.

“How is she, Riki?”

“Melly needs food. All will be good after she eats,” he nodded.

Melia squinted, feeling patronized by their words. Why had Riki brought his wife to Alcamoth? 

Oka waved one of her own large hands at Melia from the other side of the room, her eyes growing big with a toothy little smile. “Good morning, Miss Queen!”

Queen...

That’s right.

Kallain had dubbed her queen, to become Empress in one year’s time.

Melia hugged her knees into her chest, her head falling to rest upon them as she shuddered. What kind of queen had no kingdom? No family, no friends, no p--

“Papa! Papa, is Queen Bird ok?”

“Can we play with her?

“No, littlepons, Melly needs food, we must cook good foods for her,” Riki chided, shooing away children from the bedroom door.

Melia looking back up, her eyes staining pink with the tears she wanted to shed. His children too? He had brought his entire family?

Oka waved her hand again and said, “Go back to sleep, Miss Queen! Oka promise, she will make something very good for you. You will feel better soon.”

Melia wasn’t so sure about that, but she laid back down anyway and buried her head into her pillows.

In the end, Melia ate, though she did not taste much. When thirteen faced stared at her until she took a bite, she had precious few options. Eating made her feel nauseous, but having done nothing for as long as she had, she knew that it must be from malnutrition.

Oka smiled as Melia ate, and she seemed so proud of herself. The pink Nopon who had traveled so far from home, fixing supper for then High Entian Queen. A grandiose day dream for Oka.

A rather melancholic evening for Melia.

“Melly, Melly,” Riki nudged her as he ate more than his share of the fish stew. “Is Melly feeling better?”

“I’m not sick, Riki,” she muttered, but did not even try to smile for him.  “You don’t have to hover, I assure you.”

Once again, the Nopon ignored her and continued to speak, “Riki take Oka and littlepons on trip! We want littlepons to see world, meet all kinds of not-pons. Maybe they be merchants someday, need to know people outside Makna. Or maybe they become heropons like Riki.”

Melia sighed, moving around some pieces of salmon and carrot in her bowl. Stews were an odd dish to High Entia, they tended to eat much lighter meals than this.

“But so few Entia in city, Riki not know what to do! How can littlepons meet all people, when all people not here?”

Melia closed her eyes, clenching them shut as tightly as she could.

“Riki think we stay here a bit. Littlepons want to meet Melly so much, after Riki tells them how pretty she is.”

Her eyes opened again and she looked down at the creature of yellow and orange fur. “Stay? Riki, that is... unprecidented, no one simply comes to the palace of Alcamoth and demands to be accommodated--”

“Riki knows!” he chirped and looked up at her before, once again, patting her face with his large extra hand. “But Melly sick. So Riki will stay.”

In the proceeding weeks, Melia had come to assume that anyone who did not eat at least six meals a day was ‘sick’ in the eyes of the Nopon. Oka cooked giant meals every day in the palace kitchens, and the smell of it had filled the entire royal chambers with scents of spice and warmth. It was different than Melia was used to. Usually, the palace smelled of clean marble and cool air, and the distinct lack of dust.

Now, it smelled like children and stews and a very distinct presence of dust.

As Riki coaxed her out of bed every day, Melia found it marginally easier to think about the state of Alcamoth and her people. They were scattered to the winds now, but not impossible to find. Those who had already returned were cleaning the city as best they could. Rebuilding fountains and houses, making lists of those who might have died. Some of the returning came to the palace and hesitantly sought her audience, but without a full staff, Melia could be hard to find in the many halls.

It was strange to be here without the formalities. They used to be the backbone of High Entian culture, and yet without them, everything still stood in place.

“Make new fountain to Riki, Heropon!” Riki had suggested as MElia sat and looked over some of the ideas her people had proposed for repairing the city center. “Right here!”

Melia’s mouth skewed to one side. “As tempting as it is, I think we should focus our efforts on a memorial garden. So many were--” turned into Telethia “-- lost from us. It may do good for the people to have a place to put their prayers.”

Not that prayers meant anything anymore, but it was a difficult habit to break.

“Fine fine, garden. But then, fountain of Heropon,” he suggested, nudging her side as he did.

“I’ll consider it,” Melia agreed, though her voice lacked the humor to carry such a statement. She was trying to go through the motions, for Riki’s sake if not her own, but her eyes were still glassy, her pallor still drawn. She did not look hollow anymore, but she was a far and away shadow of who she had once been.

Riki watched her as she stared at the papers. He noted the exact moment that her mind drifted away from the material in front of her, turning to the ghosts that lingered in her mind. When her eyes stared through the sheets, when her shoulders drooped ever so slightly, when her wings closed inward, she was thinking of her brother. Her father.

What would Kallian say?

What would the Emperor say?

What, even, would her mother say, who had died so long ago when Mellia was just a child?

She was snapped out of her revery by Riki’s soft hand on her cheek, patting it three times.

“Is ok if Melly wants to make Brother-Bird fountain instead,” he offered.

She pinched the bridge of her nose hard in a vain attempt to prevent tears. But still the proposal blueprints were quickly freckled with water marks.

After three years, Alcamoth began to feel like home again. Most of the High Entie who had fled returned, and with open borders instated, Mechons and Homs began to filter in too. Piece by piece, the city filled up with noise and trade and traffic. Melia was able to hire a palace staff again, and begin trade treaties with the Homs colonies.

Riki encouraged the others to visit, writing letters to Reyn and Sharla and Dunban when Melia wasn’t looking. The guests always showed up, with encouraging smiles and questions and hugs.

They recognized the statue in the memorial garden, and offered her belated condolensces when they could.

Shulk did not come. Reyn said that he didn’t come to much these days, and often spent time traveling the wilds.

Melia suspected he wouldn’t be satisfied with the world until he had observed every corner of it for himself.

“Don’t worry,” Fiora had assured her the week before, when they had all come for the most recent visit. “He’ll be fine. I think he’ll be comforted the most if we just keep going on without him. Shulk has never had a problem catching up.”

Melia sighed, reaching up one hand to stroke one of her wings, making sure each feather was in place. Her wings were starting to fill out again, thicken up and soften. Her hair did the same. Even her eyes had started to look a little less grey these days.

“Melly! Melly Melly Melly Melly--” Her name was repeated in a large chorus as eight of the littlepons came bounding up to her. She sat on a balcony, looking down at the City of Alcamoth from above and admiring the way it lit up at night-- just like she remembered.

“Yes?” she asked them all. By now, she had learned all of their names. Riki had to recite them for her for months in the beginning (Tema, Usa, Oki, Lulu, Ero, Beba, Niki, Weki, Quino, Resa, and Bo), but once she started paying attention, they were all very easy to tell apart. Currently, Usa, Lulu, Ero, Beba, Weki, Quino, Resa, and Bo were the ones gathering around her in excited hops.

“Melly, Papa says is almost time for dinner! Come come come, we hungry, not allowed to eat without you!” Ero bounced, waving his little arms as if they were wings-- like hers-- and he could fly.

“Tema made supper, very good,” Bo interjected. “Tema says she make super for now, because Mama too tired.” In the three years that Riki and his family had been living with her, Melia had not been surprised when Oka announced whe was pregnant. Again. Having eleven children was a feat in itself, but apparently the affection that the Nopon woman pretended to withhold was actually quite strong. In moments when they thought they were alone, Melia had seen Oka preening and cuddling her husband as if he were the most handsome prince in a fairy tale.

“Well, then we best not keep Tema waiting,” Melia agreed, pulling herself up from her seat on the balcong. “Maybe you all can find some nice ways to help your mother too? I know she will need it soon.”

“Of course we help Mama, we are good pons!” Weki insisted with pride. As they all walked towards the dining room, the littlepons walked with their extra hands held up and back, not hugging their bellies like most Nopons. They kept their little hands splayed out like feathers.

“Will Melly carry me, if I ask nice?” Lulu peeped at Melia’s feet. She battered her big marble eyes endearingly.

“Perhaps, if you are very polite,” Melia answered with the tip of her head.

“Pretty pretty pleasey pleaaaaase?” Lulu begged, flapping her hand-wings excitedly.

Melia paused, leaving some sense of dramatic suspense for the littlepon. But then she leaned down and scooped the buncle of strawberry tinted fur into the crook of her arm. “Yes, I will, Lulu. Now what do we say?”

“Thank you, Miss Melly!” Lulu squealed, her little feet kicking playfully.

When they reached the dining room-- which had become a strange mixture of formal table-and-chair seating, and floor-pillows for fmaily circles, over the years-- Melia saw Riki and his wife sitting side-by-side and muttering to one another. Riki had one big hand on Oka’s tummy, which was getting even rounder than usual these days, and his other fixed her bow for her.

“Papa! Papa Papa Papa, Mama Mama Mama--” the littlepons announced, bounding to their parents in hops and leaps.

Lulu wriggled in Melia’s arms until she was put down, then she bound to her parents too as Tema emerged from the kitchen, Oki and Niki helping, with a large pot of yet another type of Nopon fish stew.

Melia sat beside Riki on her neatly folded legs, and she accepted a bowl gratefully. “Tema, this smells absolutely divine.”

“Thank you, Miss Melly!”

Riki grinned up at Melia, “Riki’s littlepons make best food! All because of their good Papa-pon.”

“I have no doubts,” Melia said, bemused. She sipped a spoonful of the thick stew, and it tasted like oregano, apples, and cream. Warm and inviting to her palette, if not a bit rustic for the High Entia Queen. “Very good.”

“Riki knows. Riki is proud.”

The rest of the dinner went as it usually did. The littlepons babbled about their days, the people they had met, the things they had learned. Oka mentioned something about ‘proper nesting’ for the new baby. Riki re-told an exploit of his days as the Hero-pon, and Melia did not correct him when he got the facts wrong.

At the end of it all, Riki reaching up his big hand and patted her face gently. He smiled a soft smile, knowing in his own strange way.

“Melly does not look so sick anymore.”

“Don’t I? I’ve been sick by your standard for years, Riki.”

“Yes, but not anymore. Melly better now.”

She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “You truly are a mystery, Riki. I’ve insisted on my own wellness for three years, and you only now believe me?”

“Only now has Riki heard you laugh.”

Melia paused, staring at the Nopon before her eyes moved to every other ‘pon in the room. All thirteen of them lookd back, with little smiles and nods of approval. When she looked at the children-- the brothers and sisters sharing their plates and pestering one another and immitating her wings-- she thought of how much Kallian would laugh, not how much is hurt to be without him.

She shook her head, smiling as she did, and placed one of her own hands on Riki’s face in return. “My hero-pon.”

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