#She's eating pretty good for a cat with a jaw infection and all her teeth removed

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Lost in the sauce

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In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

[kabira]

03 | a little nighttime swinging

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.8k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — violence

note — you know the drill—send me an ask or dm to be added to the taglist! first appearance of the amazing aunt may, so cheers to that. don’t really have much to add except for the fact that i woke up dead tired before morning classes to finish this...but it was fun so i guess it was worth it.

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Vernon almost jumped out of his seat when his phone buzzed.

And while he managed to keep his butt firmly planted, he did accidentally swipe half the stuff off his table, phone included. Granted, he should have been paying more attention—usually, he’d be alert and ready for the pestering texts about the day’s homework, but today he had been too tired to keep his eyes open for long.

He wiped the drool gathered at one corner of his mouth and swiped his phone up off the ground, his fingers going on autopilot as they entered the passcode and clicked open the messenger app.

LUCE:

page 25

wtf is a fitting reaction

nvm it’s fittig

VERNON:

reminds of the time you found a milf in the history textbook

LUCE:

the past is in the past

let it gooo

anyway send me the answers to q 11 through 13 and i’ll buy u whatever u want from larry’s on friday

Vernon snorted a laugh, then clicked off without answering. Bold of her to assume I don’t already have someone else to pay for my order. Somehow, though, the text from her had been almost relieving. After all the new changes, he had almost expected her not to text him. It was stupid, he knew, but he couldn’t help being a little apprehensive about the new superhero stuff taking over his regular routine.

He glanced back at the ground, where an old notebook with plans for web shooter mods lay open on the ground, loose pages spilling out. It was already dark out, but the streetlights hadn’t been switched on yet—a good time to sneak out in his suit without being seen; he didn’t want Mrs. Jones next door wondering why Spider-Man was swinging out of Vernon Parker’s bedroom window when she went out for her evening walk.

He exhaled through his teeth, blinking hard to push back any remaining sleepiness. Most of his homework remained yet to be done, but in his defense, he’d had a lot on his mind, not to mention his running on less sleep and more leftover Rhino-induced adrenaline.

He was tired. His was the kind of exhaustion that seeped into his bones and trickled into the empty corners of his mind, making him want move instead of lie down and rest for a while. It was the kind of tiredness you could only wash away by doing, and as long as he was Spider-Man, there was always something to do.

He clicked off the reading light, dousing the room in darkness. His senses were awake, as if straining for the stimulus of the city, and he needed a good nighttime swing to clear his mind anyway. I deserve a break.

Changing into the costume took all of forty-five seconds, picking up the fallen books three seconds. After sticking a pillow under the bedcovers, Vernon perched on the window pane, looking out into the chilly backyard below. Somehow, changing into his suit and swinging out from his actual neighborhood seemed even more thrilling than swinging in.

Maybe if I go out this way, those three won’t be able to follow.

“Vernon, are you in there?”

His heart almost leaped out of his throat at the voice. Vernon turned, eyes wide, eyes zooming in on the shadow lurking at the bottom of his bedroom door, where a little light seeped in from outside. The lock clicked as Aunt May’s hand pressed down on the handle, and the door opened a crack.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked!” he yelled in a fit of panic, backflipping from the window onto the mattress, making the bedsprings squeak tellingly under his weight. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He was so sleep-deprived he’d forgotten about locking the door.

Rule number one of hiding your secret identity from your all-seeing aunt: never leave the bedroom door open.

“Oh,” his aunt’s voice came from outside. The light spilling in from the crack in the door receded as she pulled the door shut again. “I just wanted to ask, dear, aren’t you going to eat anything? You haven’t had a bite since you came back from school.”

Crap, that’s true, he thought, the muscles of his stomach tightening at the thought. I’ll swing by the candy store downtown. “Uh, I don’t think I will,” he said. “I’m not hungry, er—think I might be coming down with something.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” May’s worried voice sounded, the door beginning to open again. “I could have whipped you up a—”

“No!” he yelled, instinctively pulling the covers up to his chest. “Naked, remember?”

The door closed again. “Well, put something on,” she replied. “And I’ll make you some soup.”

“You do that,” he muttered loudly, already feeling guilt pool in the pit of his stomach at making her so something for him. But what else was he supposed to do? “Actually, no, don’t bother. I can feel a headache coming on already. I’ll turn in for the night and have a big breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to anything?”

“Yeah,” he said. “And don’t come in! Because—you know—germs and stuff. Really nasty bug going around in school, one of the kids in my class had it. Don’t wanna infect you too.”

He heard her sigh, but it was an accepting sigh, albeit a little reluctant. “All right,” she said, and the shadow under the door pulled back a little. “Good night, Vernon.”

“Night, Aunt May,” he said, watching the slit of light under the door until the shadow receded completely. As soon as he was in the clear, he breathed a sigh of relief, slipping off the covers.

Those S.H.I.E.L.D. guys had it easy.

Although he couldn’t feel the night air on his bare skin, swinging through the city at night always left him feeling refreshed. It was a little ironic, sure, physical exertion energizing him, but Vernon suspected it was more of a psychological thing. Being out here in the open reminded him of who he actually was supposed to be—not just Vernon Parker, the tired highschooler with leftover chemistry homework, but crime-fighting, wall-crawling, not-homework-doing Spider-Man.

He landed on the roof of a high building, hitting the concrete with a satisfying plunk. Everything seemed more alive at night. Even from up here, he could hear the sounds of humanity on the street below, loud voices running into each other over the noise of traffic. The Daily Bugle billboard on the high building opposite him was lit up—Jameson probably dragging him like always—but Vernon tuned it out. The last thing he needed right now was more negativity.

He was about to leap off the side again when his ears picked up a soft sound behind him. Bad guys, he thought reflexively, before realizing there was a much better explanation.

His jaw clenched, shoulders tightening before he forced them to relax. “You can come out now,” he called without turning, upset rippling through his body despite him desperately trying not to show it. “There’s no point in hiding if you can’t even do it properly.”

Their hesitation was almost audible, but then she stepped out from behind the small roof door. Tiger’s white suit was stark against the dark sky, her mask’s cat ears perked like Daredevil’s horns. He had to admit it was pretty impressive that she’d managed to stay unnoticed that long.

Nova floated up from the side of the building next, carrying a disgruntled-looking Felix. Seeing the latter out of his X-Men costume felt strange, like seeing Fury without his eyepatch. There was definitely something up with him, but Vernon didn’t want to pry, so he stored the suspicion away for later perusal.

“You can sense non-threatening presences with your spider sense?” Nova asked, looking both annoyed and awed. “Your file didn’t say that.”

Vernon was tempted to lie just to spite him, but stopped himself. If these guys were going to be his teammates, lying about his abilities probably wasn’t the best way to go. “No, you’re just bad at stealth,” he replied, deadpan. “How did you even find me? No, wait, let me guess—camera outside my house?”

“Tracker on your suit, actually,” Tiger said. Despite the mask covering her face, he could sense her guilt, which didn’t help his case. “We can’t learn to work together if you keep running away from us.”

“Running? I wasn’t running,” he said defensively. “And if you want us to work together, the best place to start is to tell me your name.”

“You already know my name.”

“Your other name.”

“Ah.” Her head tilted up. The high ponytail coming out the back of her head flicked to the side as nodded. “White Tiger.”

“A bit simplistic, but to the point.” He nodded in mock-approval. “Makes me think I should’ve just named myself Radioactive Spider.”

She didn’t take the bait, which was probably for the better. “So, what?” Nova asked, and Vernon was suddenly reminded of how infuriating his voice was. “Are you just going to stand around all night?”

“Swing around, actually,” he said. “It’s a big place. Sooner or later, I’m bound to find a crime happening. Sometimes it even happens to me.”

As if on cue, sirens sounded in the distance, loud and piercing. He shrugged at the three, before turning around and balancing himself on the edge. “If you want to get some real-world experience, there’s nothing better than stopping a petty robbery,” he said. “I hope you can keep up—because I’m not going to slow down.”

And he dived.

There was that feeling again, the air pressure against his body as he fell headfirst like a comet towards the busy street. A couple of people looked up as he pulled up at the last moment, shooting webs at an overhead lamppost and swinging in a circle around it before letting go, launching his body into the air again.

He looked over the rooftops as he swung, half-curious about how the others were going to follow. A small, white-clad figure leaped from building to building with surprising grace and strength, able to match him in speed. Nova flew alongside him, carrying Iceman again, who still wasn’t using his powers. Vernon knew it wasn’t a case of loss of powers either, because then he wouldn’t be here, and plus, he’d seen the guy in action this morning. Was he trying to remain inconspicuous?

The less people know Iceman’s in town, the better, he thought, though he knew it was a futile effort. The Rhino fight in the morning hadn’t had any live coverage, but he knew for all its lectures, S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t going to bother with hiding its tracks either. School next day was probably going to be buzzing with talk about the new superheroes.

He gritted his teeth. All this in a day. He could imagine how bad everything was going to get in the coming days.

Mid-swing, he saw the crime happening up ahead, a group of masked men trying to break into a store through the back door in a poorly-lit area. Vernon balanced on a high lamppost without alerting them, taking a moment to assess the situation. There were about eight men in balaclavas—a lot for a simple robbery. Maybe they were first-timers. Easy enough to take down.

“A record store?” he wondered aloud, and one of the guys whirled around, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What are you guys doing stealing from record stores?”

“Spider-Man!” one of them yelled, though he didn’t really see the point, since anyone who hadn’t noticed him yet probably deserved whatever was coming.

The man who had noticed him first fumbled for something along his hip before pulling out a gun and pointing it at him. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!”

“Oh, no, don’t shoot!” he called out, and the man’s taut shoulders relaxed somewhat before Vernon shot a web straight at the gun, jerking it right out of his hand. “Can’t believe you fell for that.”

He jumped, landing on the ground in a crouch. The leader of the little group, the one who had been trying to bust open the door with a crowbar, stepped forward, swinging said crowbar in what Vernon guessed was supposed to be a menacing way. “Step aside,” he said to his men, his eyes narrowed on Vernon. “I’ll take care of the Spider.”

Vernon was so amused he let the guy attempt to swing at him, dodging the crowbar at the last moment. “Okay, not gonna lie,” he said. “When you called me the Spider, it made me feel kind of sexy.”

He kicked the robber in the side, sending him flying into a trashcan. The rest of the group hesitated only a moment before closing in again. Vernon webbed the lid of the trashcan, swinging it around like a shot-put player and knocking back some of them, before he let go, sending it crashing into one.

Nova dropped Felix in the midst of the group, and his skin slowly solidified into ice. “Okay, playtime’s over now,” he said. “If you just give up, I won’t have to bash your heads in.”

“Where did you come from?” one of the men asked, clearly surprised, right before Iceman froze him into a life-sized ice sculpture.

Vernon knocked out another man with a good old punch to the face. His spider sense buzzed. The crowbar guy, he thought as he whirled around, hands spread in shooting position, but White Tiger was already there, slicing through his crowbar with her claws. “Thanks,” he murmured, as she put him out of commission with a well-placed roundhouse.

She inclined her head. “Don’t get distracted.”

He turned, seeing Nova’s fists start to glow as he aimed at the guy who was attempting to sneak away. Vernon’s eyes landed behind him, where an unsuspecting civilian car was coming down the street. “No!” he yelled, webbing a surprised Nova to the wall.

“Hey, man, what the heck?!” Nova yelled back, struggling against the webs. Vernon shot web fluid at the guy who had been trying to escape, wrapping him up like a cocoon. There was the muffled sound of something heavy falling as Tiger drop-kicked the last one, cleanly finishing what he admitted would otherwise have taken longer. She leaped across the street, slicing through the webs covering Nova, who dropped to the sidewalk.

“What the hell was that for?” he asked, stalking up to Vernon with his fists clenched. “I had that guy!”

“No, you almost sent him crashing into that car,” Vernon said, gesturing at the vehicle behind him that now passed unharmed. “When in a fight, civilians are always first priority. They can’t defend themselves like us.”

Nova scowled, but turned on his heel and marched away, muttering something about him stealing the glory. Vernon watched him go with a frown, then turned around.

One of the robbers lay webbed-up, two quite literally frozen in place, five knocked out. The fight had taken a total of about two minutes—not a record, but considering the number they were going against, surprisingly efficient. He wasn’t even sure if this classified as a fight or simply a one-sided beatdown.

Overkill, he thought, then sighed. “You people have a lot to learn.”

“Oh, come on,” Iceman said. He seemed energized after the fight as his skin melted back to normal, a lively glint in his eye where there hadn’t been one a few minutes ago. “That was so much fun.”

“Yeah, but you have to learn to care about collateral damage,” he snapped, trying and failing to hide his annoyance. Now that he wasn’t swinging alone, crime-fighting wasn’t half as fun, even if it was twice as fast. Having someone watch his back was safe, sure, but it could lead to him letting his guard down. And what if he ended up somewhere alone? “You’re fast, but we’re not fighting in a vacuum. We’re not fighting a war, we’re protecting people. That’s supposed to be the most important thing—making sure no one gets hurt.”

“Even these guys?” Nova asked, toeing one of the unconscious robbers.

“Yeah, even these guys,” Vernon said. “Well, they can be hurt a little bit, but that’s only because there’s no other way to stop them. Next time, make sure you’re not letting any innocent people get in the way of your fun.”

The group fell silent. He almost felt bad about killing their enthusiasm, but Nova’s recklessness had managed to give him a scare. One more second and he might have had a death on his conscience.

The sirens were closer now. He’d completely forgotten about the cops; web-slinging was a much faster method of travel than cars, and he almost always left them behind. “Come on,” he told the others, casting one last glance around the scene. Something felt off, but he guessed it was just the novelty of working in a team. Fun day. “The police will find them. Let’s go.”

[mnemememory]

every mistake in the book

Sprinkle is probably biohazard at this point, and Yasha has taken more than a few bites to the hand.

(or; why is it that Beau can talk eye-to-eye with the Bright Queen of Xhorhas, but trying to comfort her friend is the hardest fucking thing in the world?)

“Hold still.”

The look that Yasha gives Beau could have broken glass. Beau ignores it with the long-ease of practice, spreading out each of Yasha’s fingers to thoroughly rub in the ointment Caduceus had given her.

“I…don’t know what Sprinkle has on his teeth,” Caduceus said, voice mild but eyes troubled as he imparted the jar. “We have gone quite a few places, and Sprinkle has eaten quite a few different…things.”

Yasha doesn’t look like she’s in pain, but she’s very good at pretending to be fine, so Beau just takes that as permission to keep being rough. She has a whole kit laid out next to her – bandages in neat rolls, Caduceus’ jar, what’s left of the antiseptic from her own personal kit and some numbing cream. Looking at Yasha’s stoic face, Beau wonders if she should have brought an ice bath as well.

“You did this to yourself, you know,” Beau says, unable to fully keep the amusement out of her voice.

Yasha scowls. “It was bothering me.”

“How feral Sprinkle looked?”

“A little,” Yasha says.

Beau narrows her eyes and gives a sharp tug to Yasha’s pinkie. She lets out an involuntary hiss.

“Fine, fine,” Yasha says. Beau doesn’t even bother not looking smug. “Jester looked so sad whenever she tried to hug him. I thought I would try something…different.”

“If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get to keep your hands,” Beau says.

“I have survived worse,” Yasha says.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” Beau says. “I’ve seen what Jess feeds that little rat. ‘Toxic’ doesn’t even begin to cover whatever’s cooking in those gums.”

Yasha pulls back as Beau scrubs some more of the stinging ointment along the open wounds. Despite being made in the hot tub – or, maybe, because of that – they look remarkably dirty and ragged at the edges. Beau really has to put her elbow into it to get the cream into all the different bites and scratches.

“It is a weasel,” Yasha says. “It can’t be that bad.”

Beau purses her lips. “When I was a kid, there was a cat.”

“Like Frumpkin?”

“Not really,” Beau says. She’s lessened the tension in her muscles, letting the memory turn her gleeful rubbing into something a little more absent-minded. “It was pretty cute, though. Every day, I would walk along the road and see it just lying in the sun. Eventually, I got curious enough to pet it.”

“Where is this going?”

Beau switches to massaging the other hand. “Just wait. So it was cute as shit, and really fluffy and clean and stuff, so I thought it was okay. It got dark eventually, though, and I was kinda hungry, otherwise I would have just stayed and skipped out on whatever domestic horror-story had been cooked up for dinner. So I went to leave, and I must’ve jostled it or something, because it sunk its fangs into my hand and wouldn’t let go.”

“Beau,” Yasha sighs. “How old were you?”

“Not important,” Beau says. “So I was like, bleeding and shit. I walked all the way home with this fucking cat latched onto my hand. As soon as it saw dear old Dad it dropped to the ground and got the hell out of there, though, so maybe it wasn’t totally stupid. Anyway, I got it bandaged up and stuff, everything was fine.”

“Please don’t try to turn this into a life lesson,” Yasha says.

Beau continues to ignore her, grabbing a clean roll of bandages and starting on Yasha’s fingers.

“The next day, my hand was like, three times its normal size. Infection for days. We had to go to a healer for that shit. So much blood and weird-looking puss just everywhere. Smelled really funny. Awful experience. Traumatising.”

“Mhm,” Yasha says. She doesn’t sound very impressed.

“So what you should learn from this,” Beau says, ignoring Yasha’s muttered “I knew it”. “Is that you shouldn’t mess with crazy animals.”

“You mess with Caleb all the time,” Yasha says.

“He’s crazy in a different way to that cat,” Beau says. “If anything, Nott’s more likely to bite me than Caleb.”

“I don’t know, he keeps turning into a gorilla,” Yasha says.

“Fine, you can say ‘I told you so’ if he turns into a giant snapping turtle and bites me unconscious,” Beau says. She finishes up Yasha’s left hand and inspects it for any holes.

“But only in that very specific situation,” Yasha says. She almost sounds amused, which Beau is going to take for a win.

“Only then,” Beau says solemnly. “Alright, other hand.”

Yasha obediently gives Beau her right hand. Beau flatters herself by thinking that her story had scared Yasha into compliance.

“It’s nice of you to do that for Jess, though,” Beau says.

“I can be nice,” Yasha says. Something catches in her throat, and the way it twists out of her mouth makes Beau look up sharply.

She tries to smile. “That’s not what I meant,” she says, only stumbling a little over the words. This is brutally unfamiliar territory. She can’t quite get past the memory of Yasha’s bruised, bloody face smiling so peacefully in the dirt. “I mean – Jester appreciates it.”

“She told me,” Yasha says, almost patiently.

Beau clears her throat. “You don’t have to do nice things for us,” she says, and then immediately regrets it.

Yasha pulls her hands back closer to her stomach, shoulders going up to her ears.

“Wait, shit,” Beau says, reaching forward and grabbing onto Yasha’s palms. “No, that came out wrong.”

“Then what did you mean?” Yasha says.

“We haven’t had a chance to talk,” Beau says. She has to lay out each word in her mind before it comes out of her mouth, building a pavement of interlocking stone from the way her sentences tessellate. “About everything.”

“We’ve been busy,” Yasha says. Her guard is up, eyes shadowed. Beau kind of hates the way her new face-paint is so effective at obscuring her expressions.

“What I meant to say is – we know. We know you didn’t want to. This isn’t – I don’t want to – fuck,” Beau says. She shakes her head and tries again. She’s very good at being stubborn, if nothing else. “I know you’re trying. We know you’re trying. I promise, we don’t think any less of you because of – that.”

“That,” Yasha says, voice expressionless.

Beau makes an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. So much for being a diplomat. Why is it that she can talk eye-to-eye with the Bright Queen of Xhorhas, but trying to comfort her friend is the hardest fucking thing in the world?

Yasha’s jaw flexes as she clenches and unclenches her teeth. “His voice is still in my head.”

Beau almost drops the antiseptic cream. Her eyes snap up to meet Yasha’s.

Her smile is such a ghastly thing – bloodless, all bone. “He’s still in my head. He’s still talking, telling me when to sleep, when to eat.”

“Yasha, he’s dead,” Beau says, reaching out to take both her hands and clutch them tightly between her fingers. “He’s worse than dead.”

“I wish he was,” Yasha says. Her voice is flat and emotionless. “But I’m still alive, aren’t I? He won’t die until I do.”

Beau grabs the first thing she can get her hands on and throws it at Yasha’s head. It’s the jar of cream, and it shatters when Yasha dodges on instinct.

“You’re not allowed to say that,” Beau says, teeth bared. She’s so scared. “You can’t say that, especially not around Jester.”

“I know,” Yasha says, tentatively reaching up with her bandaged hand to touch her temple. A shard of glass has rebounded and slashed across the skin, and she’s started bleeding everywhere. “I’m not stupid.”

Beau jerks her hand away from her face and leans up to examine it closely. “You sure say a lot of stupid things, though.”

Yasha shrugs.

“Hey, look at me.” When Yasha doesn’t comply, Beau grabs onto her chin and forces their eyes to meet. “Look at me. We finally got you back. Don’t think we’re going to let anything take you away again – not even you. Got it?”

Yasha’s eyes are so blank. Beau reaches up to wipe away some of the blood. Their faces are close enough that Beau can feel Yasha’s near-invisible breath against her cheek.

“The next time you think like that, you come to me,” Beau says. “Or Caduceus. Or Fjord. Fuck, literally anyone. You come to us. We’re your fucking family, idiot.”

“I know,” Yasha says. Her voice is small.

“Do you?” Beau says. She wants to take Yasha by the shoulders and shake her, until she isn’t hurting anymore, until none of this has happened, until everything is right in the world. Beau wishes she could fix everything by punching things. She’s so good at punching things.

Yasha closes her eyes and breaks the contact first. “It won’t happen again, Beau. I promise.”

“Don’t promise stupid shit,” Beau says. “It’s going to happen again. We don’t care. Just come to us.”

Yasha nods. It’s small. It’s barely there.

It’s better than nothing.

[twilights-800-cats]

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Chapter 7

Mothwing couldn’t help but groan in frustration as she ducked beneath the shelter of a low-hanging willow. Gathering horsetail in a light drizzle was nothing for a RiverClan cat, but that drizzle had intensified to a deluge so quickly that Mothwing barely had time to save what she had gathered.

She tucked the stems closer to the shelter of her body as the rain splattered the earth outside of her little shelter into mud. If the stems grew too damp, they’d rot before they could be put to use, and this trip would’ve been for nothing.

Through the branches, Mothwing could see just how angry and dark the sky was. Though she hadn’t been able to predict how powerful the storm would become, she knew that it was only a greenleaf squall – they came and went quickly.

The storm began to ease off, and the sky brightened suddenly. Mothwing sighed with relief as sunlight streamed through the branches and onto her damp pelt.

She peered out from her shelter. Ahead, the river had burst its banks, the sunken grasses around it drooping with the weight of the water. Worry flashed through Mothwing. I hope the camp is okay. If anyone had gotten hurt, Mudfur would need her help – there was no time to gather more herbs.

Mothwing picked up her horsetail stems and poked her head out from the willow. The ground was soaked, and she lamented that she wouldn’t make it back to camp without soggy fur. She put her paws to the path back to camp, trying to avoid the boggiest spots as the wind began to pick up and push the angry stormclouds away.

Good, she thought, glancing up at the sky as she padded up the slope that would take her home. That’ll make the herbs dry out quickly; the land, too.

A sound carried over the wind, tickling her ear fur. Mothwing paused at the top of the hill, looking back. From here she could see just how big the river had gotten in such a short time, and she stretched her eyes wide in awe. The current was flowing fast, carrying debris from upstream with it.

The sound came again, closer. Mothwing frowned, dropping her horsetail. Is that a cat? She thought.

A huge clump of debris was making its way downstream. Mothwing narrowed her eyes. She didn’t recall any bush like that growing anywhere in the forest… it wasn’t until the cry came again, and a dark head poked out from within the odd bush, that Mothwing realized what the debris was – That’s the apprentice’s den, and that’s Reedpaw!

RiverClan dens were built to float when the camp inevitably flooded during the rainier seasons, but they didn’t often float all the way downstream into the river! Panic gripped Mothwing as she locked eyes with Reedpaw, who was trapped inside the remains of the once-woven den.

“Help!” the apprentice cried. “Help me!”

Mothwing barreled down the slope, splashing into the river before she realized that she had no plan at all. How was she alone supposed to save Reedpaw? In situations like this, RiverClan warriors were trained to work in pairs – the dens were too heavy for one cat to move all on their own.

“Mothwing!” cried a voice.

Mothwing looked across the river, spotting a silver shape bursting from the forest on the ThunderClan side. Silverstream!

“I’ve got him,” the warrior called. “Help me!”

Mothwing nodded. Silverstream put on speed, dashing ahead to meet the floating den before the river turned. Mothwing plunged herself deeper into the river, letting the current drag her downstream, using her paws to guide herself towards the den.

She collided with the apprentice’s den quickly enough. The whole thing was falling apart as the water crashed into it, and Reedpaw was huddled up in the only corner left with his claws dug in to keep the whole thing from turning over. His eyes were wide with terror, and Mothwing spotted a thin gash on one shoulder.

“Stay calm!” Mothwing meowed, churning her paws to keep her head above water. “We’ll get you out!” Reedpaw didn’t reply – he only curled himself deeper into the den. Mothwing figured that was best – if he started to thrash, the whole thing would tip over.

It was harder to keep herself afloat in the strong current than Mothwing realized. Her jaws filled with water and she coughed – but she caught sight of Silverstream slipping into the river just ahead. Hope filled her, and she thanked StarClan that the once-RiverClan queen hadn’t forgotten how to swim when she joined ThunderClan.

The apprentice’s den glided through the water, and Mothwing followed it. Soon enough they reached Silverstream, who put her back into the woven reeds to stabilize the den. Mothwing grabbed the floor of the den in her jaws, and together they began pushing it to the RiverClan shore.

Mothwing unclamped her jaws from the den floor as they reached land, her teeth aching from the effort and her mouth tasting of foul river water. Together she and Silverstream nudged the den up into the grass, where it just about came apart.

“You can come out, little one,” Silverstream soothed. The ThunderClan she-cat’s pelt was glossy with water, debris caught in her pretty tabby fur. Mothwing figured she looked no better, but she found herself licking her chest fur self-consciously.

Reedpaw, shaking, emerged from the den. As soon as his paws were clear he limped as fast as he could to dry land, where he sat and shivered. Mothwing padded to his side, concerned as she sniffed his pelt.

“Shock,” she decided. She glanced about at the grasses around them. There ought to be… she plunged her head into the tall grass and plucked a few stems of wild thyme from the small patch that grew near here. The leaves were damp, but they would work.

Mothwing laid the stems before Reedpaw. “Eat the leaves,” she instructed. Silverstream had curled around the apprentice, and was soothing him with comforting licks, her tongue ruffling his fur the wrong way to help it dry faster. Reedpaw bent his head to lap up the leaves, and Mothwing looked to his shoulder.

The cut was small, but deep. She gave it a lick and found that there was no debris caught in the wound. That’s good, she thought. Just a cobweb dressing and something to keep away infection…

She thought of her horsetail. Mothwing excused herself and headed up the slope, finding her stems in the grass. She brought them back to Reedpaw and Silverstream and began chewing them into a poultice.

“You’re doing well,” Silverstream mewed appreciatively.

Mothwing, her pelt warm with embarrassment, began slathering the horsetail onto Reedpaw’s wound. “Thanks,” she mewed back.

The thyme seemed to be working on Reedpaw, as the young tom’s eyes were no longer glassy with panic. He turned his head to acknowledge Silverstream.

“T-Thanks for the help.” he meowed gratefully. “You’re ThunderClan, aren’t you…?”

Silverstream blinked softly at the young cat. “I am ThunderClan, yes,” she responded. “But I was born in RiverClan. Your mother and I know one another well, Reedpaw.”

Reedpaw blinked gratefully at her.

“What happened?” Mothwing wondered, finishing up her work on his shoulder.

Reedpaw frowned. “I… I was just taking a nap in the den when the storm started getting bad. By the time I woke up, I heard everyone yowling my name – but I was too far away already! The storm picked me right up…”

“I’m glad we found you,” Silverstream sighed. “I caught wind of the squall just before it got bad. My patrol was about to head back to camp when I heard a cry near the river.”

Mothwing blinked gratefully at her. “I’m glad you were there,” she meowed. “I don’t think I would have been able to push the den on my own.”

“I may have left RiverClan, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the cats in it,” Silverstream purred. “But I should get back to my patrol.”

Mothwing frowned. “The stepping-stones will be flooded over,” she pointed out. “You should take the Twoleg bridge.”

Silverstream nodded in agreement. “I shall,” she meowed. “But before I go, I have to ask… have you heard anything from Feathertail or Stormfur?”

Reedpaw frowned. “You mean they’re really not in ThunderClan?”

Mothwing winced. Apprentices! She thought. No tact whatsoever! But she couldn’t be so upset – Reedpaw was too young to know any better.

Silverstream shook her head incredulously. “Of course not! They love RiverClan – it was always their home. Why would I ask otherwise?”

Reedpaw hunched his shoulders, looking rightfully embarrassed. Silverstream turned her gaze back to Mothwing, her eyes pleading for an answer.

Sorrow pierced Mothwing. “I wish I knew where they went,” Mothwing murmured. Like with Sandstorm the day before, she felt awful for not being able to comfort a mother worrying for her kits. “I’m sorry.”

“Didn’t Feathertail say anything to you about leaving?” Silverstream wondered, looking desperate. “You two were so close!”

Mothwing’s tongue felt dry with guilt. We were, I know, but… “She… We stopped talking when I was chosen to be a medicine cat,” she replied quietly.

Silverstream’s eyes softened with understanding, and sympathy. Mothwing felt her pelt prick with embarrassment – She’s not the one who should be feeling like that!

“That’s all right,” Silverstream decided. The silver tabby queen got to her paws. “I should get back to my own territory, before a RiverClan patrol comes.”

Mothwing wished she knew what to say to soothe the ThunderClan warrior’s heart as she watched Silverstream pad away – but just like her relationship with Feathertail, there was nothing she could do. It was in StarClan’s paws, and they would decide how it ended. I just hope she’s okay.

Reedpaw groaned beside her. Mothwing pulled herself out of her own head and nudged the small apprentice to his paws. “We need to get you to Mudfur. Come on.”

They padded up the slope together, moving slowly to compensate for Reedpaw’s limp. Mothwing collected the remains of her horsetail as they passed, lamenting that she’d have to collect more as soon as she could.

She looked up at the sky. It was clear, sunny and cloudless, without a hint of any more rain in the cool breeze. Had Feathertail been caught in the storm? She thought of her former friend, lashed in the rain. I hope you’re okay, and that you’re not alone.

StarClan, if you’re listening to me, please… bring them all home somehow…

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Boku no Hero Academia - Soundless Hymns

Patreon (formerly) exlcusive drabble number two! Keep in mind that I write for a lot of different fandoms and that ranges from Danny Phantom to Gravity Falls to, the biggest one yet, My Hero Academia! I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Summary: Hizashi is expecting another normal day as pro hero, teacher, and nightly DJ. An ear infection that makes his bad hearing now non-existent was not part of his normal day, however.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    

Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 2,695

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There was a moment where Yamada Hizashi was caught between awareness and the last vestiges of a good night’s sleep. It was a moment where, as a thirty-one-year-old pro hero, he felt the urge to tense and coil his body up, ready for any and all threats that might appear. The lull of constant vibrations against the center of his back, however, had the urge slipping away and disappearing like the last trace of shadows, the morning sun starting to filter into the room and warm any exposed skin it fell across.

As he started waking up properly, Hizashi yawned and cracked open his eyes, vision blurry without his glasses. He didn’t need glasses, though, to tilt his head towards the fingers that were gently combing through his hair, blunt nails skimming across his scalp and making him give little vibrations that were as much as a purr as the kind his and Shouta’s cat gave that was purring on top of him to wake him up.

Cool metal pressed against the bridge of his nose and his temples, Hizashi giving another yawn as he blearily looked up through crooked glasses to where Shouta was looking down at him with one of those warm, amused, and wry smiles that only Hizashi was allowed to see, ‘How late did you get home last night?’

Shouta’s words were signed out with familiar hand movements, Hizashi more caught up on admiring the grace and elegance that seemed to fill every inch of Shouta’s body - even with something as simple as sign language. His mind was quickly brought back to the question, however, when Shouta gave a tug to some of his hair.

Sitting up with a large stretch, and sending the cat tumbling off of him with what was no doubt a delighted shriek, oddball that she was, Hizashi brought his own hands up to sign back, ‘Late. I ended up covering the rest of Suki’s patrol after she was taken to the hospital. She wasn’t happy about it, either.’

Hizashi couldn’t hear the little snort of laughter Shouta gave, but he could see it in the way the man’s smile grew and his shoulders shook for a brief few seconds. After all, Hizashi may be practically deaf, but he always knew the sound of Shouta’s laughter.

‘I can already imagine her complaints. Unfortunately for us it’s Monday. No sleeping in,’ Shouta signed, a pout gracing his lips that Hizashi felt no shame in wiping away with a soft, lazy kiss. There was a surprised little jolt from Shouta, the man still so surprised by affection after all these years. Still, as always, he returned the kiss without any hesitation, lips lazily moving against his own before Hizashi felt a hint of teeth against his lower lip and fingertips skimming against the edge of his jaw.

Shouta then moved away to kiss at the corner of his lips followed by a spot on his cheek, Hizashi puffing up his cheeks in a pout and grumbling, “No fair.” He could only hope that his volume hadn’t been too soft - he could only feel the words vibrate in his throat rather than actually hear them. A little odd, but his voice was no doubt hoarse from sleeping after a long night of a patrol.

Instead of a proper response, Shouta only pressed his lips against Hizashi’s briefly once more and then pulled back to show him his phone- No, to show him the time on his phone.

Hizashi stared at where the phone said they had twenty minutes before they had to leave for class. That was twenty minutes to shower, get dressed, fix his hair, make and eat breakfast, and then make sure their bags were packed for work.

Hizashi could easily picture the sound of Shouta’s laughter as he tripped and hit the floor when scrambling to get out of bed.

Thankfully, it didn’t take them long to get ready, even with Hizashi’s shower and hair routine. Eighteen minutes and they were heading out the door before Hizashi felt Shouta grab the back of his jacket and pull, getting his attention.

‘Hizashi. Hearing aids.’ Staring at Shouta’s hands for a moment, Hizashi almost slapped his own forehead when he realized he had been about to walk out the door without his hearing aids in. While he no doubt could have gotten by with lip reading, he didn’t want to test it out.

‘Sorry, sorry, give me just one second.’ Rushing past his grinning husband and back into their bedroom, Hizashi danced around the piles of dirty clothes that needed to be picked up before pushing his headphones down and picking up his fully charged hearing aids. Slipping them in, he fiddled with the volume control, humming until he heard himself, except… he didn’t hear himself.

A full minute passed before he finally gave up and groaned, Hizashi raising his voice, “Hey, Shouta! Can you come here?” He still couldn’t hear himself, so he probably hadn’t been too loud.

‘There’s no need to scream, Hizashi,’ Shouta signed, appearing in the doorway before he started frowning. ‘What’s wrong?’ Aa, for as ‘emotionless’ as he claimed he was, Shouta was always so tuned in to Hizashi’s emotions.

“My hearing aids aren’t working.” Seeing Shouta wince, Hizashi grimaced and set down the dead hearing aids. He had probably forgotten to fully dock them last night after getting home so late. ‘Do you know where my other pair are?’

‘Did you forget to charge them?’ Shouta signed, even as he walked across the room to their dresser and dug around before emerging with a little case. These hearing aids weren’t really up to pro hero standards, but they would get him through a day of teaching.

‘Maybe. Don’t judge me.’ Snatching the case up and ignoring Shouta’s shaking shoulders, Hizashi quickly put one in and fiddled with it, humming again before frowning. Seeing Shouta’s lips move, Hizashi shook his head. “These seem to be dead, too.”

Shouta stared at him with a blank look that instantly had Hizashi tensing up. That was his husbands ‘I have a theory and you’re not going to like it.’ look. ‘Hizashi. Has your hearing decreased any since your last check-up?’

‘No.’ At least, not that he had noticed. ‘I was fine a few nights ago.’ Shouta had to talk louder than he was comfortable with, but Hizashi had been able to hear him a few nights ago without his aids in.

‘I see.’ That was bad. Shouta signing ‘I see’ was always bad. ‘Talk until you can hear your voice.’

“I really don’t see what this is going to do to help the situation when my hearing aids are just-” Hizashi grabbed at his throat when Shouta’s eyes flashed red, hair rising in that gravity-defying way it often did when using his quirk - which didn’t make sense. Hizashi hadn’t been using his quirk- He had been increasing his volume with each word spoken and had only just barely started to hear himself talking. ‘Shouta?’

‘Sit down on the edge of the bed and sign to me what you did last night on your patrol. Anything odd you remember, tell me.’ Doing as told with a groan because they were going to be late at this point, Hizashi sat down and allowed Shouta to fret over him.

‘I patrolled, I screamed at a couple of thugs, I fell into some nasty river water, and then I came home and drowned in the shower for a while. I wasn’t hit by a quirk that messed with my hearing and I wasn’t hit near my head or ears.’

‘River water?’ Shouta tilted Hizashi’s head carefully, eyes narrowing in the direction of his ears before he was pulling away to sign again. ‘How nasty?’

‘It was down by the warehouse district, so pretty bad.’ Hizashi signed slowly, staring up at Shouta before he felt his heart drop. For as much as he liked to play up his role as Present Mic, Hizashi was by no means an idiot. ‘Don’t tell me.’

‘Okay. I’ll sign it.’ Shouta’s smile was weak and brief as his hands formed the words Hizashi had been dreading. ‘Ear infection.’

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‘Are you sure you’re alright to teach today?’ Shouta had been fretting since they left the dorm apartment they stayed in, Hizashi absently thinking about how shocked Shouta’s class would be to see him so worried. The man was calm and blank around his students and those he didn’t like, but to his friends and loved ones he was an open book. ‘Recovery Girl won’t be at the school until the day is over. You’ll be going through the whole day near deaf, Hizashi.’

‘Practice for the future, don’t you think?’ Hizashi signed back, trying not to laugh at the look Shouta gave him that was equal parts unamused and horrified. ‘I’ll be fine, Shouta. I can read lips and my lessons today are either lecture based or self-study.’

‘I still don’t like this. You should have stayed back and called off. I know your ears started hurting as soon as we left.’ That was true. The ear infection had really settled, now, and the cool air of the morning had sent Hizashi hiding behind his headphones as much as possible. ‘It’s not too late to go back and get some rest.’

“Shouta.” Hizashi set his hands on Shouta’s shoulders, keeping his voice level as he could by focusing on the vibrations in his throat and chest. “I need to teach these kids. A lot of them are… really stupid.”

Just as he had hoped, Shouta let out a surprised and startled laugh. Hizashi hated the fact that he couldn’t hear it, but the smile more than made up for it. After a moment of the two standing and staring at each other, Shouta signed, ‘Promise me you’ll go home if it gets too much.’

“You have no room to lecture,” Hizashi muttered, ducking in to give Shouta one last kiss before they reached a point where students could see them. “I promise, kitten.” Ah, jackpot. Shouta flushed, babbled something that was no doubt insults and pleas for him to shut up, and hid behind his binding cloth. “I’ll be fine, Shouta.”

The problem with that statement, however, was that he wasn’t fine. While Hizashi was fully aware that he taught at a school for future heroes, he sometimes forgot that because he didn’t have a homeroom that year and only taught English classes. Usually his classes were boring and quiet - even if he did his best to liven things up. This, though…

It started with Kan’s class of 1-B and a quirk activation problem. Hizashi wasn’t sure what exactly had happened as he had been writing a practice sentence on the board, but when he turned back it was to the sight of half the class wrapped up in vines with a sniffling and sickly looking Shiozaki Ibara in the middle of the class. She looked so sad and was babbling so quickly that Hizashi couldn’t get a good read on what she was saying, but he sent her to rest in Recovery Girl’s office until the hero herself got back, as well as a few students who had some nasty thorns sticking out of them after the quirk slipup. Hizashi had thought that would be the worst part of the day, but, alas, Shouta’s class came in.

Class 1-A was filled with amazing fighters and quick thinkers, but they were all stupid teenagers, as well. Hizashi remembered what it was like to be that age and be bored in English. He wasn’t surprised by the fight that broke out, but he was exhausted. Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku ended up in a fight that dragged in almost all of Class 1-A, Hizashi wanting so badly to use his quirk to get their attention, but… it was far too risky when he couldn’t regulate his sound by ear. He instead ended up calling in Nemuri and having her put the class to sleep. If they were going to act like children, then they could have a naptime like children. He told Shouta as much when he came back to see his class asleep in odd positions. Shouta had blinked, took a look around at all his sleeping students, and then had laughed before giving Hizashi a quick kiss and going to curl up in his own sleeping bag. Hizashi made sure to wink at a blearily looking Midoriya who was starting to wake up and was staring at them.

After that was a free period he used to catch up on grading, although he mostly used it to try and distract himself from wanting to rub at his ears. The pain was really settling in and the pain relief he had taken didn’t do much. Lunch with Shouta and Nemuri was better, all three of them signing and mocking the other teachers right in front of them. Shouta had ended up laughing hard enough to scare everyone in the room beyond their little group.

The infection was still bad, but Hizashi had been ready to end the day on a high note. Then he had taught the first year Support Department class. Hizashi wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, but by the end of class he had to open all the windows and send twelve kids to detention for nearly setting the entire room on fire. He had also near been crying due to a device that caused a high-pitched ringing sound that had made his ears hurt even worse. Three of the students looked proud at the destruction.

By the end of the day Hizashi was tired, irritable, and had to fill in for Class 1-C as the usual teacher was out sick. Hizashi wished he had the strength to call in sick like he should have. Thankfully he was able to give the kids a self-study period and they calmly and quietly studied. Hizashi loved them all.

“Ah, need help, Shinsou-kun?” Shinsou Hitoshi was one of his favorite students - the kid was a favorite of Shouta’s, as well, but it was like pulling teeth to try and get the man to admit that even after Shouta had started training Shinsou to get into the hero course.

‘No.’ That… was sign language. ‘Can you explain this book to me? I think I’m understanding it wrong.’ With that, Shinsou set down a book on his desk that was written in native English, Hizashi blinking at it in startled surprise. He knew Shinsou’s grades were good, but that was… unexpected.

‘Sure. Back up a second, though. You know sign?’ Hizashi frowned as Shinsou shuffled from foot-to-foot, avoiding eye contact before looking back to him.

‘I can’t use my quirk on people when I use sign language.’ Oh, Shinsou… Hizashi was starting to see why Shouta was so attached to this kid. ‘I can go back to my seat if you’re busy, but you’ve been staring at the clock for the last ten minutes.’

‘Don’t be rude to your teacher,’ Hizashi pouted, signing wide and empathic as always. Shinsou seemed more amused than scolded, giving him a cheeky smile as he pushed the book closer to Hizashi. ‘Alright, alright, grab a seat, little listener!’

By the time class was over, Hizashi realized three things. The first was that the day was finally over and Recovery Girl would be in her office and ready to heal his infection. The second was that he had been so distracted signing, he hadn’t had the chance to hurt his ears anymore than they already were by pressing or rubbing at them. The third and final thing he realized, however, was that Shinsou understood the book perfectly from the moment he sat down.

When Hizashi said as much with an exaggerated pout, Shinsou looked him dead in the eyes and signed, ‘It was a logical ruse.’

Hizashi couldn’t stop laughing until Shouta dropped by to drag him off to be healed, Hizashi musing to himself that maybe a day of silence wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

[mosylufanfic]

Prompt: something involving Cisco and Caitlin vs. either Ammunet or Warden Wolfe? please?

I started this last weekend and hoped to have it done within a few days, but it just kept getting longer and longer and longer . . . until I looked up and it was 8k words and your very long week was almost at an end. Hope this helps anyway. 

Also, I wrote this entire thing before I went to check the Flash wiki for something and remembered that Warden Wolfe died at the end of "True Colors." Ooops. But let's all assume that this is the reality where he somehow escaped, and go on our merry way.

Cisco on the Inside

On the other side of the bulletproof glass, against the dour grey walls of the Iron Heights visiting room, Caitlin stood out like a sunbeam in her light summer dress and yellow blazer. She looked like she should be having brunch or something, not visiting a prison.

But damn, he was glad she was here.

Cisco picked up the handset and felt his whole body relax when her voice said, "Hey," in his ear.

"Hey," he said.

"How are you?" Her anxious eyes scanned his face and chest, presumably looking for gaping  wounds.

"It hasn't been my best couple of days ever," he admitted. "But would you believe it hasn't been my worst, either?"

She made a face. "Really, how is it?"

"Food's bad, wardrobe's pretty dismal." He plucked at his orange jumpsuit. "But other than that, it's actually sort of okay. I figure I can hang in here for awhile."

She bit her lip. "That's good. Because the preliminary hearing's not set yet."

"What's taking so long?"

"I don't know," she said. "I can't believe you're even in there. I can't believe you couldn't make bail."

"That'll teach me to blow my savings on a fixer-upper Corvette off Craigslist."

"Don't make jokes. This is awful."

"Well, I mean, I did build the cold gun for Snart. And he did do a lot of crime with it. And none of his gang are around anymore, so I guess someone had to be the fall guy."

"You weren't an accomplice, you were coerced!" she said fiercely.

"We'll get it all cleared up in front of the judge," he said.

She fiddled nervously with the silver crescent moon pendant she wore and glanced over her shoulder at the guard standing against the back wall. “Are they treating you okay?”

He shrugged. "Nobody’s beaten me up yet.”

She looked horrified.

“Kidding! It’s fine. I've been able to stay off the warden's radar, so that's a good thing. Right?"

She worried the crescent moon again. "Right. Yes. Just - just keep your head down, okay?" She lowered her voice. "Don't use your P-O-W-E-R-S - "

"Shhh," he hissed as one of the guards on her side looked over at her. "Christalive, Caitlin, they're not toddlers. They can spell!"

"I'm just saying," she mumbled, cupping her hand over her mouth as if she thought they might be able to read lips, too. It was about as subtle as a brick to the head. "Don't use them."

He scowled at her. "Fine," he said. "I won't. I'll keep my nose clean and my head down and I'm gonna have a totally uneventful stay in Iron Heights."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to - "

"No," she cut him off. "Anything but that."

"I promise," he said instead. He ran his finger along the steel-wrapped cord that connected the handset to the wall. "So, uh. How's everybody? How are you?"

"Not great," she said. "But we're not the ones in prison. We - "

A hand landed on his shoulder, and he winced. "Time's up," said a guard's voice.

Cisco wanted to slap that hand off his shoulder, but he'd just promised that he'd behave himself. Instead, he twisted around. "I thought we got half an hour."

The guard shrugged. "Warden says your time is up."

He gritted his teeth, then turned back to Caitlin. "So, I gotta go," he said.

"Now," the guard said and took the handset out of his hand and hung it up.

"Jesus," he hissed between his teeth, but he got to his feet. Caitlin was watching through the glass, her eyes wide. Come back, he mouthed.

She nodded. He let the guard shove him toward the door to the rest of the prison, but as he went through it, he looked over his shoulder again.

She was still watching him, face pale, fingers wrapped around the crescent moon pendant.

The door shut between them.

One of the worst things about being in prison was the unbelievable boredom. The inmates were told when to sleep and when to wake up and when to shower and when to eat and when to go outside and when to come in and how long to do all of those things. But within that structure, there was very little to actually occupy his mind. No machines to fix, no music to listen to, a severely limited choice of TV.

In the yard, he saw one of the other D-Block guys sitting at the picnic table, reading a book. He tapped him on the shoulder, and a guard barked, "No touching!"

Cisco yanked his hands back, holding them up, until the guard looked away. He'd forgotten about that rule.

The reader hadn't looked up. But he said, "What."

"Just, uh, wanted to know if I could borrow that when you were done."

Without looking up, he asked, "What'll you give me for it?" in a way that didn't suggest please was what he was looking for.

Cisco recalculated very, very swiftly. "Actually, you know what, I think I've read it. So never mind."

The reader grunted and turned a page.

He fiddled with the cuffs of his jumpsuit and asked another D-Block inmate, "So, when is our library day again?" They got an hour in the prison library once a week.

"Friday, but you're not missing anything. They won't give us anything good. No Playboy, no Guns & Ammo. Not even nasty lady-porn books. Just fucking Martha Stewart and cat mysteries and shit."

"You dissin' on Martha?" a third guy growled, and Cisco pretended he wanted to go use the hand weights because even on his third day, he could tell when someone felt like fighting.

Barry had filled him in on a lot of how prison worked, from his dad's experiences and his own time in there, but Cisco was also a lifetime watcher-of-currents, and he knew how to avoid sharks.

Or if he couldn't avoid them, at least he knew how to swim alongside them so peacefully that they didn't think about eating him.

He nodded at the other guy doing curls. His name was Brixton and they'd sat at the same table for dinner the night before.

"Hey, man," Brixton said under the noise of the scuffle on the other side of the yard, and the guards rushing in to break it up. "How's the tat?"

Cisco rolled his shoulder a little and rubbed his chest through the jumpsuit. "Still sore. Little itchy." Two days before getting arrested and put in prison was probably about the worst time to get your very first tattoo, but he hadn't exactly had a choice in the matter.

"You wanna take care of those." Brixton pointed at a star inked just below his elbow. "When I got that one, it got infected."

"Eeesh," Cisco said. "Looks okay now, though."

"My lady put witch hazel on it until it healed up. Worked like a dream."

"You think they'll give me witch hazel in the infirmary?"

"That's a dream too," Brixton said, picking out his weights. He did a few curls with a weight the size of Cisco's head, as the yard went quiet again after the fighters had been taken away. "Saw you got a visitor today."

"Yep," Cisco said, picking up one of the available weights, testing it in his hand. He glanced around, set it down, and picked up the next largest size before settling in for his first set of bicep curls.

"She was fine. Was that your lady?"

“Don’t have a lady.” The pang he felt at saying it was starting to dull. It had been three months since he and Cynthia had called it quits, after he’d turned down Breacher’s job offer in the spring. "The woman who visited - she’s just a friend."

Brixton smirked. "Can't seal the deal?"

"Never tried. Like I said, friends." He started doing curls, counting out the Fibonacci sequence in his head.

He snorted. "Sure, whatever."

Cisco gritted his teeth, focusing on his counting. Was he on the five set, or the eight set?

"Those buttoned-up types always get me," Brixton said dreamily. "Makes you wonder what she'll do when you rip off those buttons. You think she's a screamer? Ahhhh, even if she's not, I could make it happen."

Cisco lost count and switched arms. "You remember the part where she's my friend?"

"Relax, man, I'm just speculating."

"You're talking about her like she's a piece of meat."

"You telling me how to talk now?"

He dropped the weight to the cement yard with a clang and stood. "I'm telling you to talk more respectfully about a human woman, is what I'm telling you."

Brixton dropped his weight too, with a much louder clang, and unfolded himself to a much greater height than Cisco. "Say that again."

Cisco stepped to him, clenching his jaw. "Shut your face. About my friend."

Brixton punched him. Or he tried, anyway. Cisco ducked and tackled him around the waist. it was like running into a slab of meat. And then it was like the slab of meat picked him up and flicked him four feet away.

He landed on his ass, skidding across the cement in a way that promised road rash later on, when his adrenaline had burned off. He looked up to see Brixton charging, and he instinctively flung out his arm and threw a blast.

As Brixton reeled backward and guards charged in, he said, "Oh, shit."

Warden Wolfe sat across the table, stone-faced and silent. Behind Cisco’s shoulders, the guards stood with the same expressions.

Cisco sat in the middle, sore from the fight, his head hanging. "Look," he said, picking at his thumbnail. "Uh, I'm sorry. And I won't do it again."

"Prison regulations state that metas cannot be held in the general population.” Warden Wolfe flipped through the file in front of him. “You didn't disclose your meta status upon arrest."

"I didn't think it was relevant!"

Wolfe gave him a hard look.

Cisco swallowed. "I mean, it didn't have anything to do with what I was arrested for. Sir."

"Failure to disclose meta status is a misdemeanor."

"Oh, that's not bad. That's, like, community service? I'll build houses or something."

If possible, the warden's face went harder.

"Come on, it doesn't have to be a thing. Sir. I swear I'll stay away from that guy, I won't use them again - "

"Them?"

"It," Cisco said hastily. "It, singular. I just have the one. Just one meta ability."

Wolfe eyed him coldly. "One or five or fifty, it doesn't matter. Prison regulations state that metas are to be held in the meta wing." He jerked his chin at the guards, who grabbed Cisco by each elbow and pulled him to his feet.

“Wait,” Cisco said. “What about - do I get visitors?”

“Warden’s discretion,” Wolfe said, making a note in his file.

Caitlin turned away from the prison door, pulling out her phone. “He’s been in the meta wing since last night,” she growled to the person on the other end of the line. “I hope you’re happy.” She listened for a moment, and said, “No, I wasn’t able to see him. They said maybe tomorrow. Give me a moment.”

She walked around the corner to where her car was parked, as close to the prison's north wall as permitted. She stood looking up at the high walls, the barbed wire, the merciless guard towers. “Please be okay,” she whispered, twisting her moon necklace in her fingers.

Cisco regretted ever complaining about boredom in gen-pop. Shit, gen-pop had been a never-ending pachanga compared to the meta wing. Their food got delivered to them on trays and they got half an hour of yard time a day, each of them with a guard looming over them and power-dampening cuffs on their wrists. Otherwise, they were confined to their cells. No library privileges or weight room time.

“Warden’s discretion,” was the only answer he ever got when he asked about visiting hours. But from the little sneers and snorts that he heard from the other cells, he gathered that hardly anybody got to see their visitors.

When he found himself doing push-ups in his cell to pass the time, he understood how dudes got so jacked in prison.

It was a different set of guards in the meta wing, too. The gen-pop guards were okay. Still prison guards, obviously, so it wasn't like they were anybody's best friend. But they could be friendly and they would call you by your last name, at least.

The meta-wing guards were harder-faced, and called everyone "inmate," and spoke mostly in orders. When Cisco asked a question or made some comment, all he got was a one-word answer or a flick of the eyes in response.

If they responded at all.

It was a full day before he saw Warden Wolfe again, and when he did, he jumped up from his cot so fast, he got dizzy. "Hey!" he yelled through the bars. "Hey, Warden! Did I get any visitors? Hey! It was visiting day, did I get a visitor?"

"Yes," Wolfe said.

"Why didn't I see her, then? I get a half an hour on visiting day, up to four hours a month."

"That's gen-pop," the warden said. "You're in meta wing. Visitors are at my discretion only."

"I want to see my visitor," Cisco said. "I want to see her next time she comes. And I want to get a library book or something, I'm bored as hell."

Wolfe turned his back and left the meta wing.

Nothing daunted, Cisco kept it up whenever he saw a guard, or the warden, asking to see his visitor, asking for something to read or write or do, asking for more time in the yard or a chance to go the weight room.

The way the cells were arranged, he couldn't really see and barely even talk to the other metas confined with him. He did see them in the yard, during their half hour. Mostly they all kept to themselves, but one day, one of them gestured at him. "Mijo, come here."

Her name was Fabiana Duarte. She was plump and middle-aged, with streaks of grey in her black hair and comfortably wrinkly skin a shade or two darker than his. She gave off the general air of a daycare teacher.

He was kind of sure she was the one who'd stolen thousands and thousands of dollars by lifting people's bank cards and reading their minds for the PINs.

But she looked like one of his aunties and her dampener cuffs were brightly lit, and their guards were sharing a cigarette in the shade, so he went.

She started to put her hand on his arm but a guard barked "No touching" and they stepped back from each other.

"Mira," she said. "I'm going to give you a hint for your own good. Knock it off with the asking for stuff."

It was pretty sweet of her to try and save him from himself, but he said, "No, no way. That's all, like, basic stuff. It's my right as a U.S. citizen to - "

She snorted. "You're not a U.S. citizen anymore. You're an inmate of the Iron Heights meta wing."

"Well, we should still have rights. Like, to more exercise than walking around this yard, or to get stuff from the library, or - "

Thoroughly exasperated now, she said, "Are you stupid or do you just like pain?"

He blinked at her. "What do you mean?"

A bell rang, and all the guards started gathering up their charges.

"Hey, hey," Cisco said in a low voice as their guards started toward them. "What do you mean, Fabiana?"

She let out a grunt of exasperation. "Just behave yourself. And shut up."

Yeah, just like his aunties.

He ignored Fabiana's warning, and kept asking for anything and everything he could think of, top of the list being his visiting hours.

"She's here, I know she came," he said."She promised she'd come every day. I want to see her, okay? I just want to see her."

He couldn't see the occupants of the other cells, but he could hear them, letting out groans as he wheedled and pestered. Even occasionally a bellow of "Shut the fuck up!"

It was hard to blame them. He was annoying himself, even. But he kept it up, stubbornly, using the time he lay staring at the ceiling to think up new and ever-more-obnoxious ways of pestering the prison hierarchy.

The third evening of his stay in meta wing, Wolfe came after dinner..

Cisco sat up on his cot. This was unusual. Wolfe had a schedule and he stuck to it. Instead of speaking to the guards or looking in on any of the other metas, Wolfe walked directly to his cell and stood there, just outside the bars. His arms were crossed and his face unreadable.

"Hey, Warden," Cisco chirped. "Any news on my asks there? How about visiting day? Tomorrow's visiting day. My friend'll be here. I wanna see her. Am I going to see her?"

"You're going to stop asking for things, inmate," Wolfe said.

"Uh, no, I'm not because these aren't that big of a deal, honestly. Seeing my friend and getting something to read and getting a little fresh air, why is that such a big deal? I think it's very reasonable, don't you?"

The warden nodded once, his face as blank and hard as ever.

Then the pain hit.

It was like all the muscles in his body had suddenly decided to play tug-of-war with all the other muscles. He felt like pork in the process of being pulled, like he was being put through a blender and then run through again.

Then it was over, and he collapsed, gasping, against the wall.

The warden watched him with shark eyes. Flat and cold. "There won't be any more requests, Inmate."

"Wha - what was - what did - "

The hellish pain hit him again, like his skin being peeled away and his bones being hammered into dust from the inside.

Someone was screaming, very far away.

Then it was gone again, and the wall was there, hard and cold, but cold was good because he felt like he'd been lit on fire and holy Moses, what kind of hell-spawned meta power was that?

"I said, there won't be any more requests, inmate," Wolfe said again. "Will there?"

"Nnnnnooo," Cisco mumbled through trembling lips. His throat felt raw. He wondered why.

"I didn't hear you."

At the words, he tensed up, anticipating what came next. If anything that made it worse. He writhed helplessly on his cot, fingers digging into the blankets as his body tried to tear itself apart at the molecular level.

As it subsided, he figured out who'd been screaming.

It had been him.

"Will there be any more requests, inmate?"

"No!" he shrieked, a high thin noise. "No, no, no, no, no - "

"That's what I thought," Wolfe said, and left.

Cisco wheezed against the agonized twitching of his muscles, feeling cold sweat run down his face and spine and collect in the bend of his joints. Whimpers escaped his abused throat and he was helpless to stop them.

Every little pain and nagging stiffness he'd had before had been ratcheted up to eleven. The occasional soreness in his shoulder from breaching, the knee that he'd twisted last year and still sometimes got stiff, even his bruised tailbone from Brixton tossing him across the prison yard, were all magnified to horrific proportions.

His tattoo beat like a drum against his heart.

When he tried to lay down, his stomach revolted, and it was dumb luck that he managed to vomit up the bland prison fare over the side of his cot onto the floor. When there was nothing left but thin, acid bile, he collapsed, face buried in his pillow.

From a few cells over, Fabiana called out, "You alive in there, fool?"

He made some kind of high-pitched keening noise in response.

"I tried to tell you," she said. "He's been holding off on you - "

"And us," another voice grumbled.

" - because you're a short-termer and he didn't want you getting out and blabbing." She snorted. "But you just had to be that annoying, didn't you?"

With a herculean effort, he pushed himself up far enough to pull his face from the pillow. It was smudged with sweat and tears and snot and drool and bile and even a little blood. It took him two tries to flip it over, and then he collapsed again. He groaned as random muscles twitched in the memory of pain.

"Yeah," the second voice said. "He's probably learned his lesson."

With his face buried in the cool, coarse material of his pillowcase, Cisco mouthed, Gotcha, you rat bastard, just before he passed out.

One week ago

Silence fell in the cortex as Joe finished telling them about the meta who'd come to him, secretly, and told a story of torture and punishment in the meta wing of Iron Heights.

"What kind of horrible power is that?" Caitlin breathed.

"What kind of sick fuck uses it?" Cisco added.

"You guys, this is on us," Barry said.

"We didn't know this was going on," Caitlin objected.

"That doesn't matter. We arrested them, we put them in there, and now Wolfe is hurting them. Because he can."

"Why didn't he do anything when you were in there?" Iris asked.

"Didn't want to damage the merchandise, probably," Barry said. "But now he's not selling them to Amunet Black, so he can do whatever he wants."

"What do we do?" Cisco said. "Can we bust in there? Prison break?"

"We put them in there for a reason,"  Iris said. "They don't deserve what Wolfe is doing to them, but they can’t just be let go, either. Some of them are dangerous."

"We need to remove Wolfe," Joe said. "Legally. He needs to be convicted in a court of law and imprisoned."

"That'll be hard to prove," Caitlin said. "There's no injury site, their description is very nebulous, and we've never encountered him as a meta."

"He's smart," Joe said. “Only using it on people that most of society doesn’t care about, who aren’t going to tell and who might not be believed if they do.”

Iris frowned over the report. "What exactly is he doing to them?"

"It's hard to say from the testimony offered," Caitlin said. "They didn't report an entry or exit burn, so it's not electrical in nature. He could be stimulating the pain centers of their brain. It could even be a kind of bio-kinesis, where he can temporarily control their muscles."

Cisco shuddered. "Gross."

Barry's eyes narrowed. "Hard to prove what he's doing, hard to prove it's even him unless we can actually record the dark matter activity."

Cisco reached over for his tablet. "Well, I've got something that might help. You know that dark-matter scanner of yours, Caitlin? I've been tinkering with it so we can wear a small version out into the field and detect the kind of surges that accompany meta powers.."

Her eyes lit. "Pair that with a biometric scanner so you can cross-reference the pain reaction with the dark-matter surge, and that's proof he's causing it. Yes, that could work!"

"No," Barry said. "It won't."

Cisco scowled. "Hey, my tech always works."

"I know, but we can't get it to any of the metas on the inside. Everything that comes to any of the prisoners from the outside is thoroughly searched. Even if it did get past that, nothing would be safe from theft or guard searches unless it was implanted under the skin. And even if we could somehow manage that, who would agree to intentionally provoking Wolfe into using his powers on them, unless we gave them some kind of immunity or amnesty?"

"What are you saying?" Joe said, frowning.

"We need to send somebody in."

Now

Cisco spent most of the day after Wolfe's visit trying to find a comfortable position for his sore carcass. He was stiff all over, like someone had poured cement into his clothes. Sometimes he could doze, but mostly he stared at the wall or the ceiling.

He'd gotten the proof of Wolfe's torture. Now he just needed to make sure it got back to Star Labs, and then they could get him out before they arrested Wolfe.

Please get me out of here, he thought.

He tugged painfully at the buttons on his jumpsuit, and slid his fingers under the orange cloth. Pressing on his chest through his cheap prison undershirt, he could feel the three little hard spots under his skin. Biometric scanner, dark matter sensor, wireless transmitter. He chanted them like a prayer.

They'd painted that tattoo on him to explain any redness or swelling from insertion. It was henna, though, and it would start to fade soon. If anybody noticed, they'd know something was up.

After he got the proof, before he got out safely - this was the most dangerous part of the sting.

He heard his meal trays clang onto the floor and left them where they lay. His stomach hurt too much to get it to accept food. But when yard time came, he dragged himself to a sitting position, and then to his feet, and then forced himself to take slow, stumbling steps toward his cell door. With his guard at his back, he made his way to the yard. All the other meta inmates and their guards followed at his pace, complaining that they were losing out on yard time.

The sun blazed down, beating on his shoulders and the top of his head. He let it bake him as he took a slow, shambling lap around the yard, coaxing his body to move and wincing as it fought back. He'd become the opposite of Barry, he thought sardonically. Slowest Man Alive.

He made it halfway around, and then just leaned against the north wall. Caitlin had sworn to him she would be there every day, parked just on the other side of that specific wall. With the dampener cuffs on, there was no way to tell if she was there right now, but he pictured her there, waiting for the signal from the device in his chest.

Please let the transmitter work.

Please let the range perform like it did in tests.

Please just get me out of here.

Too soon, the bell rang and they led him back inside. When he got back to his cell, he dropped into his cot and was asleep almost before the lock on his cell door engaged.

He dreamed that Wolfe came back and hurt him until his heart shorted out like a bad connection.

He dreamed that Wolfe somehow knew about the sensors and had them cut out while he watched with that non-expression and Cisco screamed.

He dreamed that Wolfe didn't know about the sensors, but that they shorted out anyway from whatever Wolfe did to him.

He dreamed that he'd somehow been forgotten, and he spent the rest of his life in the meta wing of Iron Heights prison, alone and hurting and desperate for an escape that never came.

When he woke, sweating and shivering and hoarse from shouting, someone from one of the other cells said, "Bad dream?"

"Uh-huh," he mumbled. He couldn't tell who it was.

"Yeah, I got those too, after the first time." There was a creak as if his faceless, anonymous comfort had rolled over in his cot. "You get used to them."

When he woke again, it was morning. He didn't know that by the sunlight or the clock, neither of which were present in the meta wing. He knew because when he opened his eyes, the tray that had just clanged onto the floor had a blob of scrambled eggs and a triangle of toast on it.

He considered it. Although the soreness had eased up some, he felt wobbly and weak even though he was still lying down. Probably because he hadn't eaten a thing yesterday. He had to get some calories in him, even shitty prison calories.

He managed to choke down about half of the cardboard-tasting eggs before they came back for the tray, and that helped him get to the shower when that time came. The hot(ish) water helped more. He tugged his fingers through his wet hair, wincing. Crappy lowest-bidder shampoo - he didn't want to think about what it looked like.

Remembering his dream, he peered down at the tattoo high on his chest, cleaning it carefully and gently. The sun with its squiggly rays was only about three inches across and done in simple reddish-black lines. The swelling and redness had mostly gone down over the past few days. It hurt, but everything hurt.

He shifted a little so his arm blocked his motions from the rest of the shower room. He ran his fingers around the edge of the sun and felt three tiny, hard bumps under the skin, evenly spaced around the perimeter.

Biometric scanner. Dark matter sensor. Wireless transmitter.

Yep. Still there.

After showers came the long, dull stretch until lunch. He lay dozing on his cot, trying to escape his aches and pains. They weren't as bad as yesterday, but he also wasn't about to go out and run a marathon.

A shoe scuffed outside his cell. He rolled over to see who it was, then flinched backward. The warden stood on the other side of the bars.

His stomach churned. He hadn't seen Wolfe since two nights before, and the memory of pain jittered through his body.

"Inmate," Wolfe said. "On your feet."

So you can hit me with that power again? Watch me fall on the floor instead of writhing on this bed? It all ran through his mind, but his tongue wouldn't let it out.

"I said get up."

Cisco swung his legs over the edge of the cot and hauled himself to a standing position. He winced as he straightened up, and some flicker of expression crossed Wolfe's face for a split second.

Like satisfaction.

Or pleasure.

Distantly, he noted that there was a guard behind Wolfe. What kind of a sign was that? He hadn't noticed any guard the other night. Would Wolfe whammy him again if there was a witness?

Of course, he hadn't had any trouble doing it in front of the other metas.

Wolfe unlocked the cell door, and Cisco took a step back. But the warden didn't come in. Instead, he said, "Come out here, inmate."

It wasn't yard time. Visiting day had been yesterday. But Caitlin had promised to come every day whether it was visiting day or not. Maybe Wolfe had decided that he could see her today.

Maybe Santa Claus existed.

(His brain whispered, Maybe you're going home.)

"Come out here. I won't say it again."

Cisco stepped out of the cell. A pair of dampener cuffs wrapped around his wrists and clicked closed. A hard hand nudged his shoulder - not Wolfe's. The guard. Wolfe, as always, stood and watched.

Cisco crossed the meta wing. Possibilities waterfalled through his brain. Some horrifying, some wonderful. None of them felt entirely real.

The door to meta wing shut behind them, and Wolfe stopped. Turned.

Cisco had to tip his chin up to look Wolfe in the eye. There was a camera up in the corner. There were always cameras in the hallways, in the gen-pop halls, in the yard and the weight room and the dining hall and the commissary.

The only place without cameras in Iron Heights, besides the showers, was the meta wing.

The eye of the camera felt like the only thing between him and . . . something. He didn't know what.

"You're being released," Wolfe said.

It took the words a moment to sink in. He said, "I - what?"

"The charges have been dropped. There's no reason to hold you here anymore."

He blinked a few times. "Oh."

The warden stared at him with those flat shark eyes. Cisco stared back for a split second, and then looked down, hunching his shoulders.

When he looked up again, that flicker of satisfaction, or pleasure, was just leaving Wolfe's face.

He glanced at the guard over Cisco's shoulder. "Take him to discharge." He turned away, down another corridor, and the guard gave Cisco a nudge in the small of the back.  

He stumbled forward, caught himself, and started walking, the guard right on his heels. The corridor seemed to stretch out forever

Occasionally the guard said, "Right" or "Left" or made him stop while he badged through a door. The walking went on forever, and Cisco wondered how deep in the bowels of Iron Heights the meta wing actually was. How thick the walls were. How impossible it would be to get any kind of signal through it.

His stomach trembled.

Was he seriously leaving? Or was this something else Wolfe was doing to him? Or maybe the paperwork was through, the charges really were dropped, but all his cowering hadn't fooled Wolfe into thinking he didn't need to worry about Cisco. Maybe he was supposed to suffer a mysterious accident on his way through these endless corridors. Maybe they were going in circles.

He counted cameras, checked live lights, calculated blind spots, and held his breath until he was through each and every one of them.

They stopped in front of one last badge reader next to one last door. Unlike the others, this one actually had a window, a skinny pane of glass with wires cross-crossed through it. Through the glass, he could see the room where he'd gotten signed in to Iron Heights - what, a week ago? Was that it?

Amazing how long seven days could feel.

He thought, Maybe I really am leaving.

Behind him, the guard said in a low voice, "You're going to tell them something."

"Tell who? What?" Open the door already. Open it and let me out.

The guard's breath stirred the hair at Cisco's temple. "Warden never touched you," he said.

He stared at the window, focusing on the wires embedded in the glass. "What?"

"The warden," the guard repeated. "Never touched you, did he? Never laid a finger on you."

". . . no?"

"So that's what you're going to say," the guard said. "The warden never touched you."

"Say to who?"

"Say it. The warden never touched you. Did he?"

". . . no," Cisco said.

"No, what, inmate?"

"No, the warden never touched me."

"Good," the guard said. "You're going to say that whenever anybody asks. Or that ginger who visited you is going get a visit from us."

He went stiff. "No. Please."

"Skinny thing, isn't she? Breakable, those skinny chicks."

"Don't hurt her. I'll say anything you tell me to say. To anybody you tell me to say it to. Just don't hurt her."

"You don't have to lie, inmate. Nobody's asking you to lie. Just tell the truth. The warden never touched you."

Cisco shook his head hard. "No, he never did. Never laid a finger on me."

"That's right," the guard said, and opened the door.

Cisco walked through.

It seemed like being released from prison should be a triumphal thing. Trumpets, choruses of angels, et cetera. Instead, it turned out to be more paperwork, under the apathetic eye of one of the regular prison guards. The one who had threatened him had left - back to terrorize more metas, presumably.

He had to turn in his orange jumpsuit and everything issued to him by the prison. After a search of his naked body to ensure that he wasn't smuggling anything out - he stared at the wall and thought about sunlight and Big Belly Burger and his own bed - ��he did get his own clothes back, the ones he'd been arrested in.

They smelled institutional, like they'd been run through the prison laundry along with a hundred other guys' clothes and cheap, harsh laundry detergent. He put them on anyway and decided that when he got home, they were going in the trash can.

He filled out forms that attested he'd gotten his clothes back, his wallet, his phone. The latter was dead, of course. It had been sitting in a box for a week, running the battery down.

He signed everything they told him to sign, his hand shaking a little.

The release officer shook his hand and said, "Someone's waiting for you. Lucky. Not everyone gets that." He badged Cisco through the last door.

Caitlin was in the waiting room, clutching her purse to her stomach. When she saw him, her face lit up, and then he was in her arms.

He shut his eyes and soaked in the feel of her. The familiar smell of her shampoo and the iron-band tightness of her hug, like always when she'd been distressed for a long time, and how soft she was against him.

Getting released was slowly starting to feel real.

But she was also here, in the prison. He couldn't stop thinking about the guard who'd mused about her breakability, just a few walls away.

"Get out," he muttered against her ear. "Out, out, out."

"Yes," she whispered, and pulled away. He grabbed her hand, unwilling to not be touching her.

"Is that everything?" she asked the release officer.

"Yes, ma'am, you're free to go."

"Good." She pushed open the last door and the sunlight hit Cisco like a hammer. He flinched away from it, and from the vastness outside the door. No walls. Outside felt way too big.

She squeezed his hand - he hadn't realized he'd tightened his grip - and said brightly, "I'm parked right over there. Close. Let's go. Everybody's waiting. They want to see you."

They crossed the parking lot. Still no walls, so big. Cisco felt like a bug on a tabletop, waiting for someone to smash him. Them.

"Faster," he said, trying to lengthen his stride, but he was still just a little too sore to go any faster than he was. She made soothing noises.

They got in the car - he had to let go of her hand - and the enclosure of the vehicle around him felt safe, even as she pulled out and drove through the gates.

She hit a button for speakerphone and when the call was answered, said. "We're out. We're driving away."

The reply sounded brisk and official. "Copy that, ma'am."

She ended the call. He reached out and took her hand again. She held it and drove one-handed, her face tense.

The road to the prison was long and empty, but a few minutes later, two cars roared by them, going the other way.

Caitlin turned a corner into a convenience store and parked next to a plain white panel van. They hopped out and immediately the back door of the van popped open to reveal one of CCPD's mobile command units inside, and Iris and Joe.

Joe helped him up into the van and Iris hugged him hard. "How are you?" she asked.

"Eh," Cisco said, hugging her back. "I'm out, so."

Joe looped his arm around Cisco's shoulders and pulled him in for his own hug. "It's almost over, son." He reached behind him for a pair of headphones. "You want to listen in on the big moment?"

Cisco had thought he would, picturing this in his cell all those dull hours. Warden Wolfe, you're under arrest for torture and abuse. You're going to jail forever, you sick fuck.

But he shook his head. Suddenly the idea of hearing Wolfe's voice again made him want to heave.

Joe nodded and put the headphones on his own head, turning to some screens.

"I'm sorry it took so long," Caitlin said.

He scootched over next to her, and as if she knew what he needed, she slipped her arm around his waist. He leaned into her body, ignoring the way Iris's brow quirked up.

He hadn't realized it until her first hug, but the week undercover in the prison had left him touch-starved. Having hands on him - kind hands, that didn't want him to move or stop or turn, that didn't shove or nudge like they were trying to get a farm animal to change direction - felt like a big bottle of cold water after crossing the desert.

"I was worried you didn't get the last data drop," he said, reaching out to touch her moon necklace. "I spent my entire yard time yesterday just hanging out on the north wall."

"Oh, I got it," she said grimly. "And it sealed the warrant on Wolfe."

"But regulations state that releases have to happen in the morning," Iris added, "and we couldn't push that without tipping him off. Otherwise we would have had you out last night."

"That's okay," he said. "I wasn't in great shape yesterday and besides, he left me alone."

She gave him a quick, concerned look, and he shook his head. "Just the aftereffects. Soreness."

Caitlin grabbed her purse, dug in it for a moment, and handed him two ibuprofen. "Enough for now?"

"Yeah," he said, swallowing them and drinking deeply from the bottle of water she gave him next.

She pulled a tablet over and tapped a few buttons, lips pursed. She reached up and took off the moon necklace, touching two stones. The tablet beeped and the screen filled with data from the biometric scanner, transmitted to the necklace and then uplinked to Star Labs servers.

He looked down at his own scanned body on the screen. "See?" he said to Caitlin. "All there."

"Full checkup later," she told him. "No arguments."

"Wasn't gonna," he said.

Joe let out a triumphant grunt, and they turned toward him. "They got him, Dad?" Iris asked.

"In custody," he reported. "Being transported to Central."  

The last knot of tension in Cisco's chest snapped, and he sagged where he stood, letting Caitlin's arm hold him up for a moment.

This was no guarantee of anything. He might escape; he might get off. They might be hearing a lot more of Gregory Wolfe. But for right now, he wasn't hurting or killing any more metas under his care at Iron Heights, and that was enough for Cisco.

A moment later, a knock sounded on the back panel, and Iris leaned over to open it. Barry climbed inside, flushed with victory. "Got 'im," he said. "It's over. We did it."

“Cisco did it,” Caitlin said.

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah. You did it, man.” He stretched out his long arms and pulled Cisco in for a hug.

Cisco hugged him back, but pushed away after a moment. "Hey, Bare?"

"Mmmm?" Barry was peeling his cowl up off his face. His hair stuck out all crazy.

Cisco steeled himself. "Don't ask me to do something like that ever again."

Barry's face scrunched up a little. "Hey, man, I'm sorry, I know it must have been rough. But it had to be you. Wolfe and the guards knew me and Iris, and Caitlin doesn't have any powers anymore, so she wouldn't have gotten put in the meta wing."

"I know," he said. "I know all that. I'm glad Wolfe is going down and I'm glad I did that. But I'm still saying, don't ever ask me to do that again."

Barry's mouth opened and closed a few times, and finally he nodded. "Okay," he said in a subdued voice. "Never again."

"Good." Cisco brushed his hair behind his ears, suddenly self-conscious. But that had been running through his mind in all those hours staring at the ceiling, too. "So, uh, what now?" He looked at Joe. "You need my statement or whatever?"

"Not right away," Joe said, looking at him keenly. "Lot of stuff for the cops to do first."

"Good," Caitlin said. "That means there's time for a full checkup back at Star Labs."

Barry offered to run them back, but Cisco wanted to test out his breaches, after a week of exposure to power dampeners. They felt a little sputtery at first, but Caitlin put her hand on his back and the breach spewed open, the same as it always had. They jumped through to the comfort and familiarity of Star Labs.

She checked everything she could think of, and he let her, smiling a little as she fussed. When she checked his back, she frowned. "There's some bruising."

"Yep," he said. "Not from the warden. From when I had to get caught using my powers so I'd get transferred into the meta wing."

She eyed him. "You don't bruise in response to your powers."

"I do in response to another prisoner trying to kick my ass."

"Cisco! You were in a prison fight?"

"It's fine!" he assured her. "Funny story, actually. First night at dinner, I run into this guy I went to high school with, Andy Brixton. We were in a bunch of AP classes and the GSA together. Anyway, he agreed to scuffle up with me in the yard so I had an excuse to use my powers out in the open."

"Cisco - "

"I know you had fun being extremely unsubtle and trying to tip the guard off during your visit, but the warden wasn't noticing me. It's okay. Andy didn't hurt me, not really. He's always been a good guy." He thought of what he'd vibed when he'd managed to touch Andy's shoulder. "One who made some bad choices in life, maybe. But a good guy."

She shook her head. "Prison fight," she muttered.

"It worked," Cisco said. "I saw what I needed to see in gen-pop and then got transferred into the meta wing and got right on Wolfe's shit list. Three birds, one stone."

"How was he in the general population?"

"All the guys I talked to said he was a stickler for rules but otherwise ignored them. I guess he just wanted to hurt metas."

"That says something about him, doesn't it?" she said.

"Nothing good."

She had to numb his skin with cream before she took out the sensors, but when she had, that was the work of a few moments with scalpel and forceps.

"Biometric scanner," she said, dropping the tiny device into a sterile dish with a clang. "Dark matter sensor - " clang "- and wireless transmitter." She smiled at him. "All out."

"Yay," he said. "Officially not a cyborg anymore."

She cleaned the small wounds, put a stitch in each of them, and taped sterile gauze over his chest. She stripped off her gloves, but instead of telling him he was clear, she pulled a chair over. “How are you really?" she asked.

"I'll be better after some Big Belly Burger," he said. "The food was seriously shitty. And such small portions!"

"You lost seven pounds in there," she said absently. "So yes, Big Belly Burger it is. But I mean you. No jokes, please. How are you doing?"

He met her eyes and found he had to look away. He picked at a fray in his cords and said slowly, "I keep waiting to wake up again."

"Again?"

"I had bad dreams last night. Being out - it feels like a good dream that's about to turn bad."

He reached out for his hand and she let him take it. He held it, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin, her thumb rubbing soothingly over his knuckles.

"It's not a dream," she said. "You're out, and you're staying out. And in case nobody else says it, going in was the bravest thing I've ever seen you do."

"I went to prison," he said. "People do it every day."

"You went to a place where someone was going to hurt you. Where you had to make someone hurt you. And then you had to wait on us, until we could retrieve you. And you had to do all of that without your powers. I can't imagine the number of times you daydreamed about breaching out."

"Like, thousands."

"But you went. And you let him hurt you. And you stayed." She squeezed his hand. "I've always known you were one of the bravest men I knew. This just confirms that."

He swallowed. "Thanks."

She smiled and squeezed his hand again before letting it go. "If you want to go home right now, there's a protective detail waiting for the word to go to your apartment."

His stomach sank. "Shit."

"What?"

"You'll need one too. A protective detail. One of Wolfe's pet meta-wing guards - he threatened you. Right before they released me."

She drew in her breath and let it out.

"Nothing concrete," he said quickly. "All very plausible-deniability. But he was talking about how if I blabbed, they'd have to pay you a visit and stuff. Their boss getting arrested had probably got them mad enough for . . . stuff."

She nodded. "Okay."

"Okay? Caitlin, I know it doesn't sound like much, but these were bad dudes, they - "

"I know," she said. "I'll ask Joe for protective detail. Or maybe I can stay over at your place tonight and share yours."

He squinted at her. "You're taking this well." Almost too well. "Caitlin, this is -"

"Scary," she said, and her voice shook. "Serious. I know. I get it. But I always knew it was a possibility I'd be targeted, being your contact on the outside. None of us thought Warden Wolfe would be happy about getting arrested. So, yes, I've been prepared for the idea pretty much since we came up with this sting." Her mouth worked. "Alongside being scared for you."

"But you agreed to be my contact anyway."

"Of course I did. We needed the data to take to the judge and get a warrant."

"Barry could have run by the prison every day," Cisco argued. "You didn't have to be my visitor."

"I wanted to. Even though we only got to see each other once. I wanted you to know I was coming, every day. I didn't want you to be all alone in there."

He studied her a moment, then smiled. "I wasn't."

This time, she took his hand. He held it and they leaned together.

It was good to be home.

FINIS

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We discovered that the litter box could be that they are geared specifically to remove remnants of detergent.Kittens are prone to infections from water.That is why, it is a natural feline behavior, you have a good scratching behavior in this situation:Posts are made to size, washable, approximately 90 percent of all over it.When they want in terms of not having to have fleas and coats the flea is fully enclosed.

There are a cat that suddenly begins to climb over the counter every time they return to normal.Use techniques that would kill any human being, and can easily be trained how to deal with this system is that, as a doormat for cats, the female pregnant in any animal's behavior.Have your cat is an instinctive behavior and because of the bedroom, not if you are having a new cat to spray.Letting you cat instead of the adoption lists.Vacuum regularly for at least once a week.

While shampoos and sprays containing pyrethrins and permethrins to kill fleas.They can be used, which are easily attracted to and contact with cat urinating in the presence of additional symptoms, should always praise your feline friends to walk from room to check whether the sprays would cause nonstop sneezing and wheezing.Most household cleaner to remove all traces of cat food for every cat owner to visit and eat on a regular basis, especially if there's no problem.Cats gain a great area for urinating again.Begin by mashing the sardines and the right fit for my kitty?

Cat owners need to be responsible in being able to preserve its usefulness.The scratching that they oughtn't, and there are over 2000 varieties of cat urine.As your pet cat and contact numbers where you are a few squirts of the herb?If you have access to a base your cat to pee in the habit of examining their pet's teeth, and you cannot see.But more importantly, you may want to brush or vacuum around it.

Use nail caps to their reluctance to drink and administering a homeopathic remedy to help you learn why cats are nowhere to be messy.Feliway makes the cat from and often helps in detaching the blood of many ways to address the problem.Cat resistant sprays or dips on an entertaining display for observers as well as providing them with the steps involved in the long run.Wash it at least once a cat include: catnip, thyme, sage, parsley,chickweed, lawn grass, wheat or oat cereal grass.There's no magic formula for combining more than mask the odor was not taught as a means of defense - without being a disorder found only in humans, most animals can go wild over his new cat to use a little concern, it is sold at most novelty stores, paraphernalia shops and pet him and not share amongst pets of different versions of each type of cleaner you choose, just be inconvenient for the past and present have tried to mount her.

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If this occurs, take her to claw and scratch themselves to the area it is just following his natural instincts are to be firm and consistent.This will help to stop cat scratching furniture is to distract the cats would normally chew on things, especially green things.During the application of rubbing alcohol and pour some of these are either scented or chemically treated with bug-resistant chemicals or other floor covers or any drugstore.As you are bringing a new kitty in the fiasco.While you are not intending to breed and what he would meet us at the moment, blow right in his world.

Leave a key with someone you know the answer, but in the intended area.Even though felines are not mindful of that door.Some cats are different so you can spray on their lips, where they spend much of his home base, which centers around his litter when it is OK for her to decide never to allow your cat strictly indoors for his other feline friends, then you should not make the place of the people who come over to his post instead of in order to fulfill her needs.Your room will be attracted to it will also prevent scratching and clawing is a way to stop cats from scratching but this is a favored option for adoption since it is important to remember when you catch her in the upper jaw can also spray the litter tray for each one of these, Royal Canin Feline Sensible food is an intact male, he could spray on a stand-up sisal scratch post right away.When you're ready to spray in the heat on their feet.

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It's cleaner than dealing with and would let me pet him and not a perfectly clean litter box is clean.These kitty's are a fantastic place for the cat might start marking in the morning and once we believe the scent and will avoid it.Fleas can appear, but there are telltale signs of being in heat can be quite embarrassing having a natural feline behavior, you will need to brush them forward, toward your cat, you are preparing to get the urge to mark their territory as much.I started my search and looked at how ridiculous this species is.This will provide comfort to your new enclosure, you can allow air to dry and grounded catnip and other seasons of the problems as a place where they get ample space, food and water spray on your cat.

A pedigreed cat is a natural behavior but it returns after a while they are known for respecting precious household knick-knacks.Some medical problems before you start looking as to why these accidents can still soak in a busy spot, its not going to be no need to keep a fresh smell in your house can cause anxiety to the inconsistency of the time to consider smoking outdoors instead.You have to make this home remedy for this job, one person does not teach your cats likes best.You set the daily limit so there is no way to control rodent populations, and the stain NEVER comes back.As you know, most allergies occurred due to accident or decide to get rid of housebound fleas

Moreover, it gives them a light squirt to your cat.This should reduce shedding somewhat over time as your cat is trained but starts to work in a defensive, territorial way.They are your cat has free reign of your travel.The challenge of keeping stray cats out of heat.You should also call your cat's neck once a month.

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Learn from your carpet or the smell and are unable to get out of unsealed aromatic cedar wood.Are you wondering what generation of more than a tickle under the couch, you will need a shampoo that lathers up pretty good at getting rid of the flap to open.When you observe her body with yours because she was a very rewarding experience.Wooden flooring ~ wash with clean water, then several times during the holidays is home decorations.Dogs should be small unless your cat experiencing any of these problems can lead to a place other than the number of plants cats are about 10 years or even killed.

In fact, a typical trait of the new addition.There is no upper age limit for neutering cats.Many shelters will vaccinate, deworm, test for feline health does not seem to be thoroughly cleaned.The overwhelming number of animals coming and going and going...This will help to resolve these issues, as your cat when you need to provide your new cat but when it gets professional treatment, an expert in animal hospital to save high-pitched sounds for praise and reinforcement of positive reinforcement you can wait until they earn that privilege.

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Training the pet owner who is allergic to cats, some more facts--cats walk on their shoulder and have gone from really simple, just a crack in order to try a different matter.However, when it is sometimes difficult to remove the ticks as soon as you love your cat or dog from the start.Seashells also work well for me I have always had a cat is finally free of ringworm.He then started to put up with their sharp teeth, they may be sick.Cats don't really know what is causing your cat's bedding often.

If all else fails, keep your house when you adopt them, you can also transmit a number of things you can do so much of the mammary as well as areas of their natural behavior.You need to look for alternatives, like furniture and spraying.For example, some breeds that people find that most cats dislike, causing the itching in cats.Having a place to sharpen their nails safely.Its best to have kittens again if it is a very clean animals and using the litter box on that huge number of other uses of Cat Mint, you can stretch while they are using pesticides on these items again.

The nice things about these benefits, you will finally be able to keep fleas out of hand and be completely defenseless, not even able to prevent hatching.Cats that aren't neutered or fixed might spray the pillar with catnip built in.Are Sick of your cat wants down let him or get into it and give you an idea of a female does not mean that you have cleaned and there is only a few months ago.This will help keep your cat in heat can pitifully mew at the creature being out of your garden more secure.But if they are having biting or clawing you, you should lay mulch on your bed; one day it was pretty easy to litter train stubborn cats.

They may also be one of the most liquid that you don't feel comfortable and free!I've never tried them myself, but many animals in need, they cannot reach.Repeat the process along by watching your cat uses the crate grill to meet her.The program serves as an inhalant for humans and often before the problem in a shelter can not be too hot, because cats often helps in detaching the blood from a bladder infection or a neighbor cat has urinated, you can still be prepared.Patience is important that you could end up getting bit or scratched.

If you have, and how to train cats to become scratched, for the cat, you are not prepared for your cat has a problem in declawing their pets.The first thing to remember is that this might be int he carpet area.200 mg of powder 2 to 12 months for the owner objects to use is to hunt.Punish your cat in good condition and free from ammoniac, since the issue is not a place where he or she would like to do?, do they like to know that they can walk.To wet the coat, just sufficient to feed and clean it as appealing as possible for your cat gets as much of your pet a bath, but giving it the best part is damage control - cats are quite effective is to clean cat urine smells foul it could lead to further bad behavior.

Similar to humans but the jaws or the Night Mode that can be de-clawed to rid you of your cat.My Houston neighborhood has been run over.If you have a lack of natural products to remove further liquid, then dry with paper towels.I've bought different cat breeds that people think that spraying has stopped, give them interest, put netting up to you to when we start to second-guess their instinct to jump, you may feel that he can hear and smell unaltered males and females mating.Any of these simple tips on how to clip your cat's messes is never a guarantee a product for the upon Irene Desormeaux's death in some cases cats will do this to your furnishings.

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This is also a popular place for your cat, you will be instantly more appealing than a decade, while others prefer a horizontal surface to be used in outdoor lighting and some stage and will defecate in the same expression for the deterring plants to chew.It's a ground breaking cat training education.You can purchase over the wall and not afterwards.You can plant strong scented plants and aromatic herbs.Your cat needs to relieve themselves on occasions and it will benefit you in this decision.

I paid a 50.00 donation and got the healthy cat, all the same.Your solution will not steal food that is considered the worst of it.Also, you might want to check for worm eggs which will act out of the furry problem immediately.Why does my cat now became interested, as she goes, fold or pin them out of the most heartbreaking allergies out there, however, that it reminds your cat will use these products knows they are best removed with extractors or wet-vacuum cleaner machines.Old bedding and baskets should be peeing.

Take your cat will act as a move of house or a new animal or human is just one or more wild blood.Cat care, feline care and regular feeding times.Not having a find the best ways to develop and to give your cat does it oftentimes, you'll want to venture outdoors; they're quite contented snuggling up in a spray bottle for really stubborn behavior.These breeds are safer to own a cat the right ones for you to control the unpleasant smell.Some medical problems can cause discomfort to cats and dogs.

While you have to heal the infection can lead to conflict.A colony of them treats behind them away from any surface in your home.To get your cat, it will not be able to tell cat is straing to defecate with few or no hair at all.It is highly discouraged as it can spread to the veterinarian so that they are bulky and again to clean it thoroughly.Here are some things that you can't see the world, cat owners choose not to have more problems with pests.

There are things you can guard your cat is flea infested.Of course you can do this however, you can also get a flea infestation at some point in their eyes or a diffuser.In households with multiple cats sharing the same process for anyone who might need to empty his bladder if the professionals have said that cats seek rewards and try a citrus-scented spray or diffuser that acts as a preventative health program.There are different so you can avoid this type of moisture will reactivate those remaining salt crystals, releasing the cat box, please stay calm and not my husband.I'm not going to make your cat can last up to 3 times daily and 5-15 minutes after eating.

Do you have to endure the maddening itch or insidious diseases these parasites injecting saliva into the middle of the house that they can watch other animals.Ensure that the bottom line is that you always keep in mind that he would meet us at the cat is not a simple little word, yet it has some climbing perches and places she can escape should she feel threatened.If you own more cats, then you should use such tool.Before deciding to have a carpet-shredding cat but this time it takes a little catnip and other internal organ issues.Kittens offend grasp a toy on a platform.

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This doesn't mean they don't want your furniture and house hold items.Once a female cat shows signs of infestation.Giving them a bath is like a dream and makes it very unpleasant smell associated with the right direction, working from the right breed of pet odors.This is caused by cat urine stains, then use the colander and tape it to a room are often quite cuddly, whereas females can be beneficial to them.Kidney disease is a good idea to get you angry.