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Accidental Mistress - This Feeling
Apologies for being a day late, but the fic is finally here. This one follows directly after the events of Broken, so it might be a good idea to read that first if you haven't.
(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)
Title: This Feeling
Word Count: 8,531
Content and Warnings: snz (F, N-B, mention of male snz), illness, caretaking
In which Oraion must learn to adapt to a situation he's never experienced in his long life - being responsible for a sick human.
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Even without looking, he could feel those golden eyes boring into him. He always hated that unnerving, probing gaze that seemed to strip him bare despite the layers of his robes, so he kept his gaze ahead as they walked and he tried to process the words being spoken to him.
"I am sorry. It brings me no pleasure to bear this news. I know how much you care for her."
He took a breath and attempted, with great effort, to keep his voice calm.
"There has to be another way."
"Oraion." The man placed a firm hand on his arm, stopping him, but his tone softened a moment later. "There is not. Believe me, I have done everything within my power to find another path, but⊠there is none. The process has already begun; her fate cannot be changed. Not even by me. One way or another, she will dieâ"
He shut his own eyes. "Noâ!"
"Nothing can change that now. The only thing we can do is to ensure that it happens while she is still herself." He sighed and his touch vanished from Oraionâs arm. âI⊠would like to offer you the opportunity. I understand if you cannot do it, but it seemed wrong not to ask you first.â
At last Oraion turned to the man beside him, the absurdity of those words drawing him to seek some hint of alternate meaning in the otherâs face. He shuddered when those eyes met his, unable to suppress the motion. One look told him everything he needed to know.
"You want me to� Are you seriously asking me to kill her?!"
"I am not going to force you. We will find another toâ"
"No! I do not wish for her to die!"
The other man lifted his chin, those horrible eyes growing narrow and cold.
"I believe I made it clear that you do not have a say in the matter. The only reason you and I are even having this conversation is out of respect for your aeons of faithful service. Her sacrifice will forestall disaster and spare countless lives. Surely you understand that. I do not make this decision lightly, but the needs of the many must outweigh the needs of the few. Or do you intend to oppose the will of the gods?"
Oraion awoke.
Morning. He reached a hand up to his face and traced a lingering trail of wetness with his fingers.
"... a memory?"
It had been quite some time since he had dreamed of that day, and longer still back to the time it had occurred. Ages ago, literally.
As he sat up in bed and cast about with bleary eyes, the demon realized he was not in his own room, but Noelleâs. A moment later the events of the previous evening came rushing back to him in a fresh torrent of emotion and flashes of memory. Noelle coming home bloody and bruised, her breakdown in the front hall, the bath he had given her, tucking her into bed, brewing her the tea that lulled her to sleep, and thenâŠ
He couldnât tell her what heâd done. She didnât want him to seek retribution for her. Yet old habits died hard, it seemed. Besides, he hadnât killed the young men who had beaten herâhe only visited upon them the same level of pain they had inflicted upon his Mistress. An eye for an eye, as they say.
His gaze fell upon her next to him in the bed, still fast asleep. She moaned a little and turned over, her expression tense. Oraion knew well that her sleep was often plagued by nightmares, but this morning her face was unusually flush. A lock of hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and as Oraion went to gently brush the hair out of her face he was surprised at how warm her skin felt. Her eyelids fluttered open and she blinked up at him.
âMmh⊠Oraion?â
âAh, sorry, I didnât mean to wake you. Are you all right? You feel oddly warm.â
âDo I?â As she sat up, her chest spasmed with several harsh coughs. âUgh, I hope I don't have a cold.â
âWhat? Are you⊠cold?â
Her brown eyes flicked to the side, hesitant. âOh⊠Um, i-itâs nothing. Iâll be fine.â
She tried to get up out of the bed, wincing, and Oraion was on his feet and by her side in an instant. She gave him a sheepish smile.
âI guess I am a bit sore in a few places.â
âYour ankleâare you certain you should be walking on it?â
âIt actually feels much better today, thanks to that bath. As long as Iâm careful itâll be all right.â
âMistress, perhaps you should stay in bed and restâŠâ
Noelle grimaced and shook her head. âI canât just lie around all day; Iâll only feel like a bother, and Iâve had quite enough of that. Really, Iâm fine, OraionâŠâ
A sort of distracted look came over her face before she suddenly put her hands over her nose and mouth as her eyes squeezed shut.
âIshoo! Ishoo! Oh goshâŠâ
Despite his concern, Oraion couldnât help but think how cute she was when she sneezed. Gods, she really was rubbing off on him, wasnât she? Well, his only real experience with sneezing had thus far been in an almost entirely sexual context, so could anyone really blame him for the association?
âBless you, dear. You were sneezing last night, too.â
She sniffled as her cheeks turned a bit pink. âI-I know. I, uh⊠It- It was so chilly out last night, y-you know? I, um, guess it got me a bit sniffly.â
Oraion pursed his lips. He had the distinct feeling that Noelle was hiding something, but what it could possibly be, he had no idea. After her ordeal last night, however, he was reluctant to press the issue. Surely she would open up to him when she was ready.
âIs there anything I can do for you, then?â
âUm⊠Would you make me some more tea? If you donât mind. I think Iâll just go wash up a bitâIâm so sweaty.â
Oraion nodded, glad to have a clear task to focus on. He made his way down to the kitchen and set about preparing the tea. He was embarrassed to admit it, but it occurred that he should probably learn to make proper food. Heâd never needed to, not before he was a Demon Lord, and certainly not since. It always felt beneath him, but whenever he watched Noelle do it there seemed to be a sort of simple joy in it that heâd never bothered to take notice of before. More memories of the previous night came back to him.
âYou could always, um, stay here with me. We can just⊠live like this.â
Could he actually stay here with her? Live like a mortal with her untilâŠ
Until she died.
Death. It was what made mortals mortal. It would happen to her one day, hopefully many years from now, but it would happen all the same. So many years had already passed Oraion by; the span of a mortal life was but a fraction of his own. Was he really going to put himself through the pain of staying with her, only to lose her when her time ran out? What was he thinking? He wasnât thinking, he was letting his emotions rule him, just as he had back then.
Oraion closed his eyes and sighed. How had he gotten in so deep in a single year? Was it this contract that bound him to her? Was it influencing his mind? Making him care for her? Or were these feelings real? Did he⊠love her? Gods, it had certainly felt like it the night before.
He could still feel the heat of rage that seethed just below the surface, even after giving those thugs the thrashing they deserved. He knew, though, that much of the rage that remained was self-directed. He had failed to protect her, ostensibly his most important duty as her Servant, a role he had come to accept, even enjoy. At first he only felt distaste towards the very idea of being anyoneâs âservantâ, but Noelle never treated him like an inferior, never enforced a typical Master/Servant relationship. She had always treated him as an equal, a partnerâŠ
How did she feel about him? Did she harbor similar feelings as he did?
The demon took both hands and rubbed them up and down his face with a groan.
âUgh⊠fuck. I really need to get a grip on myself and make this damned tea instead of having an existential crisis in the kitchen.â
Once the drink was ready, he carried it carefully upstairs. Noelle wasnât back in her room yet, so he set the tea down next to the bed. Should he check on her? Or was he being overprotective? Caring for her had felt so natural last night, but now he couldnât help but second-guess his every move. Heâd certainly done an excellent job of confusing himself, that was the only thing he was certain about at this point.
He approached the bathroom door and stood outside it for a moment, hesitating, before he steeled himself and rapped on the door.
âMistress? Are you all right?â
No answer, only the sound of running water. He knocked again.
â⊠Mistress?â
When silence remained the only answer he grabbed the handle and opened the door, anxiety snaking through his stomach before it dropped as though it fell through the entire tower.
Noelle was lying on the floor, unmoving.
Oraion didnât even remember crossing the distance before he was at her side, cradling her in his arms.
âNoelle?!â
He lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed before checking her over. She was breathing and he could sense her heartbeat, but she remained senseless no matter how many times he called her name. Her body felt even hotter than it had before, like she was burning up.
Wait, was this what humans called a âfeverâ? Her odd behavior, the sneezing and coughing, it all clicked into place.
Noelle was sick.
Oraion racked his brain, trying to remember anything he knew about human illnesses. It had been so long since heâd needed to concern himself with such things, thoughâat least a thousand years, if not more. Sickness had not even occurred to him as a possibility. What was a simple fact of life for humans was a foreign concept to demons, who were no more familiar with getting sick than they were with growing old: it simply did not happen.
He vaguely recalled something about humans becoming ill if you left them cold and wet for too long. Noelle had been awfully cold when sheâd arrived home, and her clothes were soaked through. Was that what she meant when she said she might âhave a coldâ? Another reason those hooligans deserved what theyâd gotten. It was their fault his Mistress was now ill.
Letâs see, what do I know about feversâŠ? There was that one village back in Shinchuro Province, about three thousand years ago, I think. A fever swept through and they begged for a cure because so many were dying.
He looked back to Noelle with renewed alarm. Were fevers really so deadly to humans? He began to pace, his tail lashing. Had he his full power, he could cure her in an instant with but a touch, but now⊠His hands balled into fists, enraged at his own impotence. He was only just beginning to untangle his own feelings for herâwould the gods really take her from him now? Hadnât he suffered enough for them?
No, there had to be something he could do. Sheâd only just fallen ill, so perhaps there was a way to stop the disease from progressing before it was too late. How was he supposed to figure out what that was, though? Most of Oraionâs knowledge of healing herbs was related to their properties on wounds and other physical injuries, not illnesses. Was there anyone he could turn to for help?
His pacing came to an abrupt stop. There was one person he could think ofâŠ
* * *
âHyah!â
Metal bit into wood with a thunk as sword struck training dummy, shaving a chunk off of what would have been an actual personâs shoulder. Quinns wiped a sleeve across their brow: even in the crisp air of an autumn morning they were working up quite a sweat. A number of other members of the Knights honed their skills on other wooden or straw opponents and sparred against each other. Quinns stepped back and shook their shoulders loose, lining up for another go. A shoulder shot wouldnât take down a truly dangerous opponent. They needed to do better.
They tightened their grip on their sword, assumed a fighting stance, pushed off with their back foot, andâ
âQuinns!â
âHhhgk?!â
Their strike went wide, missing the training dummy altogether. They stumbled as their sword met nothing but empty air, their shoulder protesting as they bounced off the training dummy and fell backwards, landing on their backside.
âWhoa! You okay there, Shaw?â
They heard several snickers and felt everyoneâs eyes on them as they climbed back to their feet. The guy whoâd called out to them wore a grin they dearly wished they could wipe off his smug face. Instead they took a deep breath and kept their voice even as they wiped the dirt off their uniform.
âIâm fine. Just lost my footing. Iâm taking a break.â
Without another word Quinns sheathed their sword and went off to the side of the training grounds before sitting on a low wall.
âWhat the hell was that? It almost sounded likeââ
âLike Oraion? Yes, hello, it is me.â
Quinns blinked as their mouth dropped open, barely stopping themself from swearing aloud.
âWhat. The. Fuck. Are you seriously inside my fucking head?!â
âMm, yes and no. Iâm not in your head to the point where I can read your thoughts or anything, but I am speaking directly into your mind.â
âWhat?! Why? HOW?â
âWith great effort, and itâs only working because youâre relatively close by. Now, I donât have time for a lesson in psionics: I need your help.â
â... What did you do now?â
âNothing! Why do you alwaysâ? Ugh, never mind. Listen: Noelle is sick, and⊠I donât know what to do.â
âSick? Sick how?â
âI, uh, I think she has a fever? Her body is very warm. She said it wasnât anything serious, but then she fainted. Thatâs- Thatâs not normal, right? I mean, is she going to wake up? What if she doesnât? I-I donât know anything about caring for sick humans. What if I do something wrong and make things worse? Gods, I can't even cook! Iââ
âWhoa, slow down. Does she have any other symptoms?â
âEr, she was sneezing and coughing a bit last night and this morning.â
âOkay. Yes, it is a little concerning that she fainted, but it might just be a cold.â
âYes, yes, she said that as well, but I donât know what that is!â
âOh⊠Uh, a cold is a pretty minor disease that humans get. It usually affects the nose and throatâcoughing, sneezing, runny nose, sore throat, that kind of thing. Itâs kind of like if you had an allergy attack for a week straight, and you were also tired and achy. Itâs not fun, but it usually resolves itself on its own, and itâs rarely serious.â
âThen⊠sheâs not dying?â
Quinns did not exactly trust Noelleâs pet demon, but there was no mistaking the note of hope and relief that colored his pseudo-voice in Quinnsâs head. Maybe he wasnât all badâŠ
âI doubt it. If sheâs got a fever and sheâs sweating a lot, then she might be dehydrated on top of feeling sick, so that may be why she passed out. Make sure she gets some water when she wakes up. If she doesnât wake up after a few minutes, thoughâŠâ They chewed on their bottom lip as several trains of thought fought for dominance in their mind. âGive me some time to get ready, and then Iâll come over to help. Iâll bring some medicine and food.â
They heard Oraion sigh in their mind, which was thoroughly weird.
âThank you, Quinns. I donâtââ
âIâm not doing this for you. Iâm doing it for Noelle.â
âI know, but still⊠Thank you.â
âYeah, yeah. Just get out of my head already, would you? Iâll be there as soon as I can.â
âVery well.â
Quinns waited for a few seconds but didnât hear anything else in their head. Had the demon actually gone?
â... You still there?â
When no response came, there was a moment where Quinns wondered if they had just hallucinated the entire conversation. Noelleâs tower was several miles awayâwas Oraion actually able to find where Quinns was and speak to them over that distance?
They shook their head in an effort to clear it. If they dismissed Oraionâs message as a trick or hallucination, and Noelle really was in trouble, then theyâd be abandoning their friend when she needed them most. If they showed up at her tower and nothing was amiss, then they could figure out what was actually going on after they knew Noelle was safe. They had to assume it was real, and that Noelle needed their help.
They made a stop at their personal quarters for the medicineâa trip to the infirmary could raise too many questions about what they needed the medicine for. Unlike the Order, the Knights of the Midnight Falcon recruited on a volunteer basis, which meant that the number of healers in their ranks was never consistent. Add to that the fact that most Knights were, like Quinns, knights errant, and the chances of a healer who could prepare medicines being at headquarters were middling at best. As such, medical supplies were carefully rationed and kept track of.Â
Food they could procure more easily and with fewer questions, so they went to the kitchen and started loading a basket with supplies for making soup. They may not be the best cook, but they could make some simple dishes. That was leagues better than Oraion, who even went so far as to admit he couldn't cook. Besides, how hard could soup be? You just threw a bunch of stuff into boiling water and let it sit for a while, right? Quinns grabbed some fresh meat and a bunch of different vegetables. Spices they could get from Noelleâs pantryâshe always kept that well-stocked since she used the herbs for both cooking and magic.
âOh, hey Quinns! Whatâre you up to?â
Quinns swore internally. There could not be a worse time for this. They blew out a breath and spoke without turning around as they tucked the last of the ingredients into the basket and covered it.
âHey Ollie. Just grabbing a few things. Iâll be out of your way in a minute.â
âOh, donât worry, youâre not in my way. I was just gonna get something to eat.â He let out a warm chuckle. âI kinda overslept and, uh, missed breakfast with everyone.â
âI see. Well, Iâll leave you to it then. I have some things to take care ofââ
Quinns picked up the basket and turned around to find Oliver standing right behind them. For being such a big klutz he sure moved as quietly as a cat sometimes. Quinns took a step back with a start.
âOh, right, sorry.â Oliver rubbed the back of his neck with an apologetic smile and took a step back of his own. Oliver Dietrich had a fluffy, orange cat tail that swayed behind him, while the orange-furred ears that poked out of his light blonde hair flicked. âI forget youâre allergic to me sometimes.â
âN-no, itâs, uh, itâs fine⊠Well, I gotta go, so, uhâŠâ
Even having taken a step back, Oliver was still blocking Quinns from leaving the kitchen. The younger Knight showed no indication of moving out of the way, either, and instead tilted his head to one side.
âWhatâs the basket for? Are you having a picnic?â
âWhat? No, Iâm just⊠getting some ingredients for something.â
âFor what?â
âLook, itâs nothing, okay? Can I please leave?â
Oliver crossed his arms and didnât budge. âWell, is it something or nothing?â
âNothing! Itâs nothing. I donât have time for this, Ollie!â
âIf itâs nothing, then it shouldnât be a problem for me to see, right? So show me whatâs in the basket.â
âNo.â
âShow me or Iâll hug you.â
Quinns physically recoiled. They were already starting to feel itchy just being this close to him.
âWhat?!â
âKidding! Iâm kidding! Sorry, itâs just- agh, Iâm so curious! Canât I see what you have? Or at least tell me what youâre making! Pleeease?â
With his pleading eyes and the way his tail lashed, Oliver gave Quinns the impression of an excitable golden retriever rather than a cat.
âOh my gods, will you go away if I do?â
âYes! On my honor as a Knight!â
Quinns sighed and opened the basket, showing Oliver the contents. âFine. Iâm making soup, okay?â
The time Oliver spent staring silently into the basket with his brow furrowed started to border on uncomfortable.
âUh⊠Can I go now?â
âYou said youâre making soup?â
âYeah. You got a problem with that?â
âNo, no, itâs just thatâŠâ He looked like he was struggling with some sort of internal dilemma. Or maybe he had indigestion. âWell, um, youâre not gonna be able to make a very good soup with this stuff.â
Quinns blinked. âHuh?â
âYouâve only got chicken breast meat: you should really have a whole carcass if you want to get a flavorful broth. You need the bones and stuff. And these beans should really be soaked overnight before you cook them. Youâd do better with rice or pasta as a starch if youâre planning to make and serve the soup right away. Youâve got some good veggies, but if you put them all in at the same time youâre either gonna end up with half of them undercooked or half of them cooked into oblivion.â
For a few moments Quinns just stood there, stunned, but then they froze up for a different reason.
âUh⊠Quinns?â
Damn it, this always happened. They couldnât move or speak, they just had to wait untilâ
âEtchoo!â
âOh no! Iâm sorry! I got too close!â Oliver finally backed off to the other side of the kitchen with a guilty look. His tanned skin gained an embarrassed flush.
âWhatever. -snf- Itâs fine⊠I, uh, I didnât know you knew how to cook.â
âOh, yeah. I have a bunch of younger brothers and sisters, and both my parents work a lot, so I often cooked for everybody. Soup is a great way to feed a crowd: itâs warm and comforting, and you can really stretch it with the right ingredients. And whenever somebody got sick, I always made âem chicken soup.â
Quinns frowned. Oliver was a little naive, impulsive, clumsy, dense, and irresponsibleâŠÂ but he wasnât a bad guy. In fact, Oliver was quite possibly the kindest person Quinns knew in the Knights. For all of his faults, he was also loyal and surprisingly discreet, a fact that Quinns had recently discovered after Oliver had walked in on them in the shower.
âHey, Ollie⊠Can I tell you something?â
* * *
It wasnât long after Oraion finished speaking with Quinns that Noelle stirred. In all she'd been unconscious for perhaps a couple of minutes, but to the demon it felt like centuries may well have passed.
âOh no⊠I fainted didnât I?â
Oraion sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his as he softly brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
âYes. I came upstairs and found you lying on the floor of the bath.â
She grimaced. âIâm sorry. I must have worried you.â
âIt did give me a bit of a fright, yes.â
âI-Iâm not sure what happened. I was just running some hot water to wash up, but then I, um, started to feel dizzy. Maybe- Maybe it was the steam?â
Trying to hide it, even now? Oraion shook his head with a little sigh before looking Noelle in the eye. âWhy didnât you tell me you were ill?â
She gave a guilty start and looked away, her voice going quiet.
âI⊠I didnât want you to worry even more than you already have⊠but I suppose itâs too late for that. Iâm sorry.â
âMistressâŠâ Oraion leaned forward to kiss her forehead. âTaking care of you is never a bother for me, all right?â
âA-all rightâŠâ
When he leaned back, it was difficult to tell if the red in her face was from blushing or fever. A slight smirk graced his lips, then he lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. A cup with water appeared on the bedside table.
âHere. Quinns said you might be dehydrated, so you should drink some water now that youâre awake.â
She took the cup from his hand and propped herself up enough to take a few sips. âOh, thank you⊠Wait, Quinns is here?â
âAh, no, not yet. But theyâll be on their way soon.â
âThen⊠how did you talk to them already?â
âOh, I spoke to them telepathically. When you collapsed, IâŠâ He looked away and swallowed something harsh in his throat. âI didnât know what to do. I didnât understand what was happening. I donât know how to care for a sick human. I-I didnât even realize you were sick until that point. Iâm sorry, I should have asked you to explain what was wrong, but after last night⊠I thought it best not to press you.â He took another shaky breath and cleared his throat. âAnyway, I knew that I needed help, and Quinns was the only person I could think of, so I reached out to them through their mind. Fortunately they were close enough for me to reach.â
âTelepathy⊠You can do that?â
He looked back at his Mistressâeven in her sickbed, her eyes were sparkling with interest at the prospect of learning something new. Another smile tugged his lips, one that held more warmth than heâd felt all day.
âNot easily and not for long. Not as I am now, anyway. It takes a lot of energy to maintain, especially in the Mortal Realm.â
âWhy is that?â
âMm, because thereâs less ambient mana around, I think. In the Demon Realm, damn near everything is magic to one degree or another. So if you need power, you simply snatch it out of the air or the ground or what have you and shape it to your will. Here, there is far less of that energy around, so I need to rely mostly on my own reserves and whatever I can find to supplement that. Of course, my power is not insignificant, so it is sufficient for most workings, but truthfully the lack of mana within the Mortal Realm puts me at a fraction of my power, even without this damned collar.â
âCan you teach me how to use telepathy?â
âHeh. Maybe.â He took the cup of water from her and picked up the tea he had brought up earlier. âHow about this: if youâre a good girl and drink your tea, Iâll start teaching you about it.â
âOoh, I like this bargain.â She sat up further, wincing, and put a hand to her forehead. âUghâŠâ
He leaned in, as though a magnet drew him to her. âWhat is it? Does it hurt anywhere?â
âNo, no. Iâm only a bit dizzy. Just, um, give me a moment.â
Oraion reached out with his free hand and touched her arm to steady her.
âTake as much time as you need. Iâm right here.â
âThanks, Oraion. Iââ
She was cut off by a series of hacking coughs, crackly and phlegmy things that made him wince to hear.
âOh, I-Iâm sorry- I- uh-oh⊠eh-hishoo! ehshoo! Ugh, oh gosh, Iâm so sorry Oraion. -sniff- I-I donât want to get you sick. Maybe- maybe you, um, shouldnât stay in here.â
âOh, nonsense. Demons donât get sick.â
She looked doubtful. âAre you sure?â
He smiled and handed her the tea. âMistress, I am very, very old, and I have never once in my life come down with an illness. I donât think Iâm going to start now.â
Noelle looked down into the teacup, concern still writ on her face. âBut⊠youâd never had allergies before either. How do we know for certain that you canât, um, canât get s-sick now too? eh-hishiih!â
Her sneezes made her hair fall forward again, so Oraion reached out and tucked it behind her ear once more. âI think youâre worrying too much, my dear Mistress, though I appreciate your concern. I will be fine, I promise.â
âOkayâŠâ Noelle sighed and took a sip of the tea, then made a face. âOh, itâs so bitter!â
âRight, sorry,â Oraion chuckled, âI ought to have warned you first. This blend is a little more medicinal, Iâm afraid. I may not know much about human illnesses, but I do know some herbs that fight inflammation and have astringent properties, so I thought that might help. The only thing is that they are rather bitter.â
âBlech, what is in it?â
âWell, the base is black tea, then I added witch hazel, turmeric, yarrow, and, uh, lavender.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âI must have sneezed a dozen times while making it, Iâll have you know.â
Noelleâs cheeks reddened considerably as she lifted the cup to her lips like she was hiding behind it. âOh, I, um⊠thank you.â
Gods, she was adorable when she blushed. Oraion leaned in towards her with a smirk.
âBet youâre sad you missed that, eh?â
Her cheeks grew even redder. âUm, m-maybe.â
âHeh. Well, next time youâll just have to come watch me.â He gave her another quick kiss on the forehead before sitting back up. âThe black tea already has a bit of bitterness, and the witch hazel and yarrow are both bitter herbs as well. Donât force yourself to finish it if you donât want to.â
âBut I have to! I want you to teach me about telepathy!â
Oraion barked a laugh. âI only said you had to drink it, I never said you had to finish it.â
âOh⊠um, I still want to, though. You made it for me, soâŠâ Suddenly she waved a hand in front of her face. âUh, s-sorry, I need to- nxâkishiu! Ugh, owâŠâ
Concern drew his brows together. âThat sounded like it hurt.â
Noelle nodded with a hand on her throat. âMy throat is getting sore. Ugh, thatâs always the thing I hate most about being sick.â
âHmm. Iâll see if I can figure out a remedy that might help.â
âThank you.â Noelle pulled the blankets closer around herself with a shiver. âMy, itâs chilly, isnât it?â
âEr, I honestly find it quite pleasant. Is this why you call it a âcoldâ? Because it makes you feel cold?â
Noelle laughed. âAh, no, you donât always feel cold when you have a cold. Sometimes itâs unbearably hot. Right now, though, Iâm freezingâŠâ She looked down shyly as her cheeks got red again. âUm⊠do you think⊠you could hold me?â
With a gentle smile Oraion took the teacup from her shaking hands and placed it on the bedside table, then he climbed into the bed behind her and pulled her in close. Her body still felt so warm, poor thing. She snuggled into him, her back spasming against his chest with more wet coughs followed by another painful-sounding sneeze. He rubbed her shoulder as she whimpered from the abuse to her raw throat.
Even so, before long she had fallen asleep. Being ill must be awfully tiring, Oraion surmised. Her slumber seemed more restful now, at least. The demon carefully slipped out of the bed and headed back down to the ground level to wait for Quinns.
He was not surprised that they did not knock when they arrived. Quinns was never in the habit of doing so when they visited. What did surprise Oraion, however, was that the Knight had brought a new face with them. Behind Noelleâs slim, androgynous friend came a taller, broader fellow with tanned skin and an innocent bearing, as well as the orange-furred ears and tail of a cat. Quinns knew that Noelle wanted to keep the location of her tower a secret, so why was this unknown person, who also wore the uniform of a Knight, here in the first place?
Wary indignation smoldered in Oraionâs chest as he crossed his arms and straightened to his full height. âWho is this?â
The cat boy looked at him with wide eyes, which Oraion noted were of different colors: one gold, one greenish-blue.
âWhoa. Is that the guy?â
âYeah. Oraion, this is a friend of mine, Oliver. Oliver, this is Oraion, the demon I told you about.â
âWow, he is really hotâŠâ
Oraion raised an eyebrow as Quinnsâs cheeks colored.
âI didnât sayâ! Ugh, whatever. Look, heâs trustworthy, okay?â
âAre you saying that to me or to him?â Oraion asked, making no attempt to hide his sarcasm.
âBoth. Weâre all going to have to get along right now. I know it was risky to bring someone else here, but Oliver is a good guy and he knows how to keep a secret. Most importantly, he can cook.â
Oliverâs face lit up in an excited grin. âQuinns said their witch friend is sick, so Iâm gonna make soup!â He strolled up to Oraion as though they were already fast friends and held out his hand. The cat boy was only shorter than he was by a few inches. âThey already told me youâre not bad guys, so itâs nice to meet you! Iâm Oliver Dietrich, First-Rank Knight of the Midnight Falcon.â
Oraion looked down at the young manâs hand for several seconds before slowly reaching out to take it in his own. âYou do know itâs usually your job to hunt creatures like myself, right?â
âWell, yeah, but itâs not always so black and white, yâknow? Itâs one thing when a Devourer is terrorizing a trade route, but youâre just here trying to live your life, right? Youâre not hurting anybody. Far as Iâm concerned, no one back at headquarters needs to know about you guys.â
âHow do you know we havenât hurt anyone? Youâve only just met me, and you havenât even met my Mistress.â
He beamed. âBecause youâre Quinnsâs friends, of course! I trust them, so I know I can trust you.â
âI see. How⊠refreshingly forthright.â
Despite his mistrust of the newcomer, Oraion felt a twinge of guilt. Would the young Knight still think the same if he knew what Oraion had done to those men from the village only the previous night? Even if they deserved itâŠ
âOh hey, you have a tail too! All right, welcome to the Tail Club! Man, yours is way bigger than mine.â
Quinns pinched the bridge of their nose, and Oraion heard them mutter. âOh my godsâŠâ They then raised their voice to full volume. âOkay, I think thatâs enough with the pleasantries. Whereâs Noelle? Did she wake up?â
âShe did, fortunately. Now she's resting in her room.â
They nodded and lifted a basket they carried. âI brought some medicine, so Iâll go ahead and take that up to her.â
Oraion stepped in front of them and held out a hand. âAllow me. You can show our new friend here to the kitchen.â
âUh, why donât you show him the kitchen? You live here, you know where everything is.â
Oraionâs eyebrow twitched. âOh, itâs not very difficult to figure out. Besides, I hardly touch the cooking equipment, so I canât say I really know my way around.â
A scowl crossed Quinnsâs face. âYeah, well, I know more about administering medicine than you, since you outright admitted that you donât know how to care for sick people, so I should be the one to take it to her.â
Oraion took a step closer to them. âYou know, it occurs to me that Noelle had only just fallen asleep when I left the room. We should probably let her rest. So, why donât you just tell me how to use the medicine and leave it with me, and Iâll make sure she gets it when she wakes up.â
Quinns stepped closer in turn. âNow listen: Oliver and I came all this way toââ They cut off suddenly mid-sentence and looked around the room with an expression of mild but increasing alarm. âUh⊠Whereâs Oliver?â
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Elegant music swept through a pillared hall lit by glimmering crystal chandeliers. Dancers in splendid finery spun and twirled in time with the tune. Usually Noelle would feel out of place at such a lavish event, but now she was dressed in an exquisite gown of blush pink, the full skirt trailing behind her in a train embroidered with hundreds of flowers. The trailing sleeves hung off her bare shoulders, and, with the plunging neckline, created the perfect canvas for showing off her beautiful necklace of sparkling diamonds. Her hair was done up in perfect ringlets instead of her usual messy curls, set with a glittering hairpiece. She felt just like a princess, and lo: there, on the balcony that overlooked the dance floor, stood the Prince.
He gazed out over the hall of dancers with crimson eyes, his blood red hair pulled back in a high ponytail that trailed past his shoulders. He was just as she imagined him, dressed in a fine coat of burgundy and gold over a lovely silk shirt and vest in ivory. As though drawn by some unknown force, his alluring eyes turned to her, locking with her own, and widened in amazement at her beauty. His full lips turned up in a radiant smile, and he extended his hand, beckoning her to come to him.
Elation filled her breast as she lifted her skirt and crossed the hall of dancers, still spinning and twirling like so many clockwork dolls. She began to ascend the stairs to the balcony where the Prince awaited her, when her path was abruptly blocked by a large, orange cat. It regarded her with strange eyes of different colors, one a sort of teal and the other yellow, as it lashed its fluffy tail at her. The motion snared her attention. That tail looked awfully soft and fluffyâŠ
She reached out and touched the catâs tail, running her fingers through its fur, which to her delight was just as soft as sheâd hoped. There was something she was supposed to be doing, wasnât there? The cat was so soft and warm, though.
âUm, itâs nice to meet you and all, but could you let go of my tail?â
âHuh?â
Did the cat just talk to her?
âI-itâs just that itâs kind of, uh, sensitiveâŠ?â
Noelle blinked her sleep-gummed eyes as the vision of the ballroom faded away, to be replaced by the far more ordinary sight of her bedroom, bathed in the sunlight of early afternoon. What was not ordinary, however, was the strange young man in Knight attire standing next to her bed with a bright red blush on his cheeks. Indeed, he did have cat ears and a fluffy, orange tail attached to him as well, the latter of which was currently clutched in her hand.
She shrieked and dropped the manâs tail before crawling as far back as she could in the bed without falling on the floor.
âWh-who are you?! Wh-whatâ What are you doing in my bedroom?!â
âOliver!â
Quinns came bursting into the room with Oraion fast at their heels. The demon grabbed the cat-eared man by the shoulder and wrenched him away from the side of Noelleâs bed with a snarl before placing himself between them. He even went so far as to spread his wings.
âWhat the Hell do you think youâre doing, coming in here?â
âI-Iâm sorry! I just- I wanted to- to check on her! Thatâs all, I swear!â
âDamn it, Ollie! Why did you go off on your own?â Quinns stepped in front of him, Oliver apparently, and guided him back another step a bit more gently than Oraion had. Their voice, though quieter, was no less irate, however. âI took a big risk bringing you here, and I vouched for you. Do you know how this makes me look?â
âI said Iâm sorry! I-I promise I wasnât gonna do anything bad! I was justâŠâ He sighed. âI was really, really curious. Iâve never met a witch before, and⊠Well, then you two started arguing about who was gonna come up with the medicine, and I figured, yâknow, somebody should go check on her. Besides, I⊠I didnât wanna lose my chance.â
Quinns made an exasperated sound. âLose your chance? What are youâ Wait, do you mean to meet Noelle? Why would that even happen?â
âI-I donât know⊠If you didnât get to bring the medicine up, I guess I thought⊠maybe I wouldnât get to come up either.â He looked down at the floor and scuffed it with the toe of his boot, cat ears drooping. âIâm so, so sorry. I know it was a stupid thing to do.â
âYou certainly have the right of it there, Cat Boy,â Oraion snapped as his wings folded and vanished once more, âNow get out, before I throw you out.â
Quinns held up a hand. âAll right, calm down. He didnât mean anything by it.â
âOh, really? And how do you know he isnât simply playing dumb? How do you know he hasnât been planning all along to sneak up here for the chance to take out a witch?â
Oliver looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. Noelle recalled his appearance when she had first woken up, with his blushing face and the way he had politely asked her to let go of his tail.
âItâs all right, Oraion. I donât think he was going to hurt me.â
Her Servant turned to her with an incredulous look.
âYou canât be serious. Youâre all right with a man barging into your bedroom like that?â
âWell, n-no, but he apologized, and, um, I believe heâs sincere. I would appreciate it, though, if someone could explain to me what heâs doing here.â
âI brought him, Noelle.â Quinns took a step towards her with an apologetic look. âIâm so sorryâI know you donât want people to know where you live, but I swear, all of this nonsense aside, Oliver really is a good guy. Heâs just⊠a little naive and impulsive sometimes. I brought him along because, um, I really wanted to bring you some soup, but⊠I-I donât know how to make it, and⊠he does.â
With all of them crowded in her bedroom, and between Quinns looking chagrined, Oraionâs incensed protectiveness, and Oliverâs crestfallen, drooping cat ears and tail, Noelle couldnât help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Of course that just led her to start coughing again.
âOh, right, the medicine.â Quinns shoved the basket they were holding into Oliverâs arms. âTake this down to the ground floor and into the kitchen, okay? And wait for me thereâdonât wander off again, please.â
The other Knight nodded. âYeah, okay. Iâll see you down there. And, um, Iâm sorry again, Miss Noelle. It was nice to meet you.â
âEr, likewise?â She gave him a little wave as Oliver left the room.
Quinns reached into their belt pouch and produced a little bundle wrapped in cloth, which they then handed to Oraion. The demon looked at the bundle in his hands as though he was not expecting to receive it.
âHere: these are the medicines. They were prepared by our own healers in the Knights, so they should be pretty effective. Go ahead and open it, and Iâll explain what each one is.â
âAh. RightâŠâ
As Oraion unwound the tie that held the wrappings in place, Quinns turned to Noelle.
âNoelle, youâll probably want to listen to this tooâŠâ They squinted. âWhat happened to your lip?â
âHuh? OhâŠâ Her hand went to the split on her lip, which had scabbed over but was still rather swollen. âUm, I must have hurt it when I fell earlier.â
âHuh. I seeâŠâ They did not seem convinced, but they didnât press the issue, to Noelleâs relief. They didn't need to know about the men who attacked her.
They instructed Oraion and Noelle on when and how each medicine was to be administered. There was a pill for fever that should be taken twice a day, morning and night; a tincture that would speed the healing process that could only be taken once per day or else it could cause unpleasant side effects as the body tried to heal itself too rapidly (the worst of which, Quinns explained with their usual grim decorum, was coughing up blood because your body produced too much). Lastly, there was an oil that could be applied to the neck and chest, which contained a number of pungent-smelling botanicals that worked to clear a stuffy head. One whiff immediately set Oraion sneezing, of course.
Once they had finished going over the medicines and ensured Noelle got her first doses, Quinns and Oraion both left her room and headed back down towards the first floor to meet up with Oliver.
âSoâŠâ Quinns spoke up from behind Oraion as they passed the library. âDo you want to tell me what happened to Noelleâs lip?â
Oraionâs hands briefly formed fists at his sides, the knuckles popping.
âSome loathsome bullies in town happened to her.â
Quinns voice rose in alarm. âWhat?â
Oraion sighed. âShe went to town on her own. I know I should have accompanied her, but⊠I had something I needed to take care of here. When she returned, it was clear sheâd been beaten, and she confirmed as much.â
âDid she say who it was? What they looked like?â
âNo, but IâŠâ
A moment of tense silence passed before Quinns spoke, their voice already turning accusatory. âYou what?â
âI found them later.â
Quinns grabbed Oraion by the arm, stopping him.
âWhat do you mean you âfound themâ? What did you do?â
Oraion lifted his chin. âI didnât kill them, if thatâs what youâre asking. But I did ensure they would regret their actions.â
Quinns pressed their lips together and took a deep breath. âLook: I understand, and I donât necessarily disagree with what you did, but please tell me that you did it in your human form and not looking like, well, a demon.â
Oraion wrenched his arm away. âI felt the message would be more effective if I used my true form. â
âShit⊠Oraion, youâŠâ They sighed. âI really, really hope that doesnât come back to bite you in the ass, man. I truly do, because if the Inquisition gets wind of a demon around here, then there wonât be anything I, or anyone else, can do to stop them from coming looking for you.â
Oraion scoffed. âI think I can handle a few humans coming after us. Besides, you know how well-hidden this place is. Theyâll be lucky to even find us here.â
âYeah⊠Well. Letâs hope thatâs true.â
They shook their head once and pushed past him on the stairs. With great effort, Oraion managed not to roll his eyes as he followed them down. Quinns worried overmuch at the best of times, and this was no exception. No mortal could stand against a Demon Lord. Let anyone try to harm his mistress again; they would be shown the error of their ways with swift and terrible judgment.
Once the soup had been prepared, Quinns had the good sense to escort themself and Oliver out, to the latterâs obvious disappointment. He was calling back to Oraion even as Quinns was pushing him out the door.
âUm, it was really nice to meet you! Thanks for having me over! A-and I really hope Miss Noelle feels better soon!â
The door closed behind them both with a heavy thud, and Oraion shook his head. Something was not right with that boy.
When he arrived back upstairs with a steaming bowl of soup, he found Noelle nodding off while sitting up in bed. Her head popped up with a start when she heard him enter, and Oraion couldnât help but chuckle. She was too cute, with her flushed cheeks and slow, sleepy blinking.
âOh, um, is that the soup?â
âIt is.â Oraion placed the bowl down on the bedside table and flashed Noelle a smirk. âShall I feed it to you?â
The deepening of her blush drew his smirk into a grin as she frantically waved her hands in front of her.
âAh, n-no! No, no, no! Thatâs- thatâs quite all right. I can, um, feed myself. Thank you.â
âHeh. As you wish.â
She must have been hungry, for though she started eating the soup slowly, she soon made short work of the rest. Oraion sat on the edge of the bed and watched her silently, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. He must make time to study mortal diseases. Humans were such fragile creatures. This time it was a minor ailment, but what if one day she contracted a more serious affliction?
She finally noticed him looking and gave an awkward laugh.
âWhat, do I have something on my face?â
âNo. Iâm simply admiring how lovely you are.â
âOh, stop it. Iâm certain I look awful.â
âNever. Youâre always lovely to me.â
She hid her face behind her hands with a sound that was part groan, part giggle.
âStop! Youâre making me blush!â
âI know. Itâs delightful.â
âUgh, you!â
Noelle gave him a little shove with another peal of laughter, which quickly turned into a fit of coughing. Oraionâs smug grin faltered, and he reached out to rub her back with an anxious touch.
âOh, Iâm sorry. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do for you?â
âNo- no, I- hhâkchiuh! htshhiuh! Ooh⊠I-I think I just need to rest.â
âThen⊠allow me to keep you company, at least.â
He climbed into bed next to her, enfolding her in his embrace and holding her tight against his chest. He buried his face in her hair and basked in her scent, in her closeness. Noelle Violette. His Mistress. He cared about her. He could admit that much. To himself, anyway. But whether that feeling was a result of their contract or genuine affection⊠He wasnât certain, and he didnât care. It didnât matter. What mattered was that the woman in his arms made him happy, and he wanted to do everything in his power to do the same for her.
If that was love, well⊠perhaps that wouldnât be so terrible, after all.
#accidental mistress#oraion the allergic incubus#noelle the awkward witch#knight errant quinns#cat boy ollie#snzblr#snz#snz kink#snz ocs#sneeze kink#snzfic#sickfic#snzfucker#snezblr
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Since so many people seem to associate you with the Olaf rant -- if you could pick a single different post to be known for, which would it be?
This one. Look at my baby
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Happy Pride from Aphidclan!!! <3 Everybody's flags under the cut:
Blisswhistle: Nonbinary, genderfluid, xenogender (she/he/rainbow)
Goldshine: Xenogender (he/star)
Pearlstar: Transgender, transmasc, nonbinary, xenogender (he/star)
Firebeetle: Transgender, transmasc, nonbinary (he/they)
Gravel: Transgender, transfem, nonbinary (she/they)
Sparkspeckle: Transgender, transfem, nonbinary, bigender (she/him)
Shadebreak: Nonbinary (they/them)
Stormwhisper: Transgender, transmasc (he/him)
Lilacpaw: Xenogender, nonbinary, agender (she/they/he/flower)
Spiderglade: Xenogender (he/bug)
Nimblekit: Xenogender (he/rot)
Berrykit: Xenogender, aroace (she/heart/love)
Paradiseskies: Transgender, transfem (she/her)
???: Nonbinary, genderfluid (they/he/she)
Oleander/Ollie: Nonbinary, xenogender (he/they/wilt/fern/fae)
Pigeon (he/him), Alder (he/they), and Titania (she/her): Polyamorous, and Alder has the nonbinary flag
#clangen#wc clangen#warriors#Warrior cats#wc#reposted because my useless ADHD ass forgot multiple members of the cast#including my darling boy ollie#kill me#art#my art#queer artists#artists on tumblr#lgbtqia#trans artist#nonbinary artist
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still wanna do scribbles of Vinny being a lil terror to the sk8 squad but until then đđđ¶ A Baby
#vinny#vin#original character#he just terrorized Ollies tail 3 minutes prior#he listening to the minecraft soundtrack#had to put shoes on that boy he would tear his poor lil paws UP on that board#oc#my art#monster boy#cat#big cat#feline#doodle#sketch
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my favorite lil tabby cat đ§Ą
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#1 hazard of having cats while being an artist:
kitties must sit on all paper. always.
#and crinkle it up ensuring there will be forever-wrinkle creases in it#not to mention when my boy ollie decides 'i can improve this art!' and starts clawing away at it#i love them#i love cats#my kitties#our kitties#sos trio#it gets worrying when paint is involved#;__;
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caesar zeppeli and mario zeppeli
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Nobody hates on Ollie more than his adoring fangirls
Here's my Olliecat doodle btw
#dislyte#ollie ramses#ollie osiris#dislyte ollie#ollie fanart#dislyte ollie fanart#catboy#tsundere cat boy
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look. at my boy. in our tree. he is going to bring the whole thing down.
#cat#christmas tree#him#he is so cute#pictures#i mean look at the little bastard#ollie is going to destroy all of my property#i cannot believe this#actually i can#but KAJSJDHFJJGNGJGJJHFHSHAJKD LOOK AT THE BOY#transmascgoblin
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nobody ever tells you when you get one how much you have to reach into a puppyâs mouth to make sure theyâre not chewing on anything bad for them
#OR the gentle corrective tactics that come when they try chewing on YOU#Ollieâs only old enough to just start eating solid food but he already thinks heâs a big boy so we have to have the pantry closed#because thatâs where Lucyâs food is and he shouldnât be eating that OR the cat food heâs tried to sneak
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Accidental Mistress series is good! If you write any more, consider something with Oliver making Quinn sneeze (either on purpose of accident)âŠ.you mentioned his big fluffy tail one too many times and my brain is stuck on it lmao
(and i mean if you REALLY want to go crazyâŠmaybe Oliver realizes he has the kink too)
-From weirdshitandthings
Thank you! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoy the series đ
And I must say...
Oh man, that idea has SUCH potential for a sneezing while hiding scenario! Trapped together in a cramped space, Oliver is too distracted by the situation to pay attention to where he's putting his tail, and maybe it's so dark that Quinns doesn't even notice until something soft and furry brushes up against their face... đ„đ„đ„
Thanks for the suggestion! Definitely going to file that one away for season two đ
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i cherish every moment i jave with him because ill never know which will be the last
#png#garf#i do this with ollie. ans the rest of my family#its just garfield... he is.. old.#sigh#and hes nearly at the average age a cat lives... if not already that age#hes deffo over 10... we know that#it was very scary when he had to get surgery a few months ago#and it makes me sad#necause we might not have as much time left with him as we want#i love him#hes a very good sweet and special boy#hes rhe best
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Here are the cartoon ships I've been for since I've been online and made friends back in 2016 from YouTube to Twitter, Discord and so on:
2016 - Gumball x Penny/Penball (TAWOG, 2011-2019), Star x Marco/Starco (SVTFOE, 2015-2019)
2017 - Lincoln x Ronnie Anne/Ronniecoln (TLH, 2016-Present), Penn x Sashi/Penashi (PZPTH, 2014-2017), Harvey x Piri Piri/Harviri (HB, 2015-2017), Timmy x Chloe/Chlimmy (FOP, 2001-2017), Manny x Frida/Manda* (ETTAOMR, 2007-2008)
2018 - Dipper x Pacifica/Dipcifica (GF, 2012-2016), Hilda x David/Hildavid (H, 2018-2022)
2019 - Justin x Olive/Justive* (JT, 2011-2016), Steven x Connie/Connverse* (SU, 2013-2020)
2020 - Annie x Heston/Annston (IP, 2020-Present), Ollie x Cleo/Cleollie (OP, 2020-2021), Dorg x Yooki/Dorki* (DVD, 2020-2021), Chuck x Misha/Mishuck* (ChCh, 2017)
2021 - Max x Nikki/Makki (CC, 2016-Present), Five x Miko/Fiko* (GT, 2020)
2022 - Boy x Lila Bird/Lilaboy** (BGDCMC, 2019-Present), Nate x Malika/Malikate (NIL, 2018-Present), Craig x Wildernessa/Crildernessa*** (COTC, 2018-2023) Pre-2016 (Unlisted) - Phineas x Isabella/Phinabella (P&F, 2007-2015), Kick x Kendall/Kindall* (KBSD, 2010-2012), Wally x Kuki/Walluki* (CKND, 2002-2008) A. *Not my romantic excitement B. **I'm going to watch it soon C. *** Both A and B
#the amazing world of gumball#star vs the forces of evil#the loud house#penn zero part time hero#harvey beaks#the fairly oddparents#el tigre#gravity falls#hilda#justin time#steven universe#its pony#ollies pack#dorg van dango#chucks choice#camp camp#glitch techs#boy girl dog cat mouse cheese#nate is late#craig of the creek
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#pets of tumblr#cute cats#my pets#cats of tumblr#adorable#cuties#emotional support#idk what we'd do without these lil guys#the greys are Ollie (left) and Dumpster Cat (right)#the pastel calico is Pebbles#the long-haired orange is Fezzik#they're all so sweet and qkdh see kdekdk#we could go on and on about them#fezzik the cat#pebs the lady#ollie the lad#dumpy the boi#photoshoot#rescue#rescue cats
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Reverberation #419 1. Finis Africae - Zoo Zulu 2. Mark Barrott - Baby Come Home 3. Batteaux - High Tide 4. Chris Rea - If Anybody Asks You 5. IODI - Tu Sonrisa 6. Eddie Suzuki - City Of Refuge 7. Steve Hiett - Waiting By The Car 8. Ollie Halsall - Lovers Leaping 9. Reg Kingfish - Legend Of The Lost Art 10. Robert Lester Folsom - Super See 11. Cat Stevens - Was Dog A Doughnut? 12. The Boy Hairdressers - Donât Need A Drum
#finis arficae#mark barrott#batteaux#chris rea#IODI#Eddie Suzuki#Steve Hiett#Ollie halsall#Reg Kingfish#cat stevens#robert lester folsom#the boy hairdressers
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enjoy this pic of my cats with their little haunted halloween house đ»
#they said itâs augtober#we are ready for fall#iâm dying at this pic because the orange one is a massive boy but this pic does not do his size justice#personal#my cats#the adventures of ollie butt and binky boy
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