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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Kai Parker smut

stuck in 1903

kai parker x reader / masterlist

summary; being trapped in the prison world after sacrificing yourself to protect your friends, leads to some very embarrassing and frustrating situations / warnings; kai being an annoying lil shit, mentions of death, smut, possessiveness, imprisonment,

the prison world, perhaps it would have been slightly peaceful if an entrapped witch was not following your every move like an obsessed ghost. he was relentless, stalking his threatening footsteps after your own, prowling for a manner of attention.

“if you stop this whole, ‘let’s walk in y/n’s shadow’ charade, i will have sex with you. can we pursue a deal concerning the matter?” instantly, the witch muted his movements, gripping onto the side of the aisle shelf as he studied you, searching to see if your prospectus contained serious regard.

once he had come to a conclusion, he raised his eyebrows. kai had tried his darnest to keep you contained in that house that he likened to call a home. there was something he didn’t wish for you to discover, he was keeping you isolated from everything within the empty world that his family had banished him to.

that made you think, that it was possible, that perhaps other souls had entered the enclosure of this world, and that was why you were seeking, in the hopes of providing yourself with the comfort that you weren’t alone in this cursed nation with the one, and the only, to your misfortune, kai parker.

there wasn’t much that you knew about him, he was a practical talker, rather than a personal one. he had stocks of questions about the modern world, so that he could relish in the imagery of how much it had evolved without him. a part of you pitied him, but another worried that there was a wisp of darkness that he was hiding.

you didn’t know him, he was a stranger, and that truth made him potentially dangerous. it was safe to always remain on your toes, even if he had a habit of trailing huskily after. it gave him no chance of envisioning you as a sitting duck, every day was the same, but he was the one thing that could change that.

one tip of his mindset, and he could remember that he preferred being alone. and he could kill you, piking you on a stake, despite being human, or using his siphoning hands to drain all life out of your body. this wasn’t your first rodeo with the aftermath of death; bonnie had found a way to bring you back, her power flowed through you, keeping you logically alive, to a fault that was.

parker licked his pork rind exploited lips, collecting the dust from the treat, and bringing it into the cauldron of his mouth. the man was thinking, and that idea alone scared you. however you waited for him to persevere with whatever was unravelling in his mind, although you could have easily passed him by, finding elsewhere to seek salvation.

“is there a due date for that offer, because i’d like to take you up on it right now?” a smirk curved his mouth. perhaps not every day was the same, this was certainly going to be different, that was one thing that was for sure.

he noticed how your shoulders withered from the thought; sex in a grocery store, you had never been so filthy, and despite there being nobody around to bare witness to the sin, it still had your skin crawling. hugging your arms across your chest, you sighed, giving into his slick prompt, leaning your head down out of self disrespect.

kai couldn’t be trusted, you knew that. not for the fact that his own family had sent him here, to wallow in nothing more than the loneliness of his own company. there had to be a reason! nobody’s mother nor father would do such an act for no resolving purpose.

gulping, you finally grew the guts to adjust your gaze on him, and how he tapped his foot, silently demanding a response. “i mean it kai, we have sex, and you stop trailing after me like some stray. you got that?”

he got it. his footsteps came closer to you as he backed you into a shelf along the outer wall, enclosing you against the packets of rustling pork rinds, accidentally crushing their interior contents, as you raised your chin up, obscenely glaring at the mysterious man.

“oh, i heard every word.” he held out his pinkie finger to make a promise, and sickeningly you reached your own out, shaking on it, before he rasped his hand around your wrist, pressing a kiss upon the thin flesh. leaning down, kai attached your lips, humming contently, it had been so long since he had endured the contact of another person.

with his unoccupied hand, he slithered it down your chest, dragging his knuckles down your stomach, before he reached the tender edge of your trousers. he toyed with the band, the action making you stifle any sounds of admitted likening to his teasing; if you did, then he would only continue to do so more.

it felt like forever since you had gotten laid, a large portion of you wanted kai to take you on the spot, which it looked as though that was his intent, and that he definitely would do so. but another felt sick of yourself, these were the extents that you would go to to be left alone, and there was not exactly a plan b if he didn’t.

you wanted to obtain a way out of this place, and possibly the only chance that you had of doing so was to wander away from his ever watching eyes, and strive on your own, trying to discover any evidence of life throughout this semi detached world. you felt like a cattle, being guarded by their herder, he was protecting you from anything that could daunt your mind with realisation.

it wasn’t the fact he was protective, it was more in the terms of possessiveness. though he wanted to leave, he claimed that there was no way out, he was intent on descending your hope of uncovering an escape, from not only the ghost town of your home, but from him also.

“what to first? should i just fuck you or make you blow me?” his teeth toyed with a sly smile, as though he were trying to convince you into a conflict regarding the answer. but instead of growing a fuzzy brain, you simply glared at him, pushing his fingers out from where they had slipped under the top of your bottoms, leaving the man to be a confused mess; it was kinda cute, but for all you knew, his often sublime attitude.

“i didn’t say foreplay parker, only sex was on the table. and that will be all you’re getting, unless you want me to leave you high and dry, and find another resolve to rid myself of your attached escapades of following after me like there’s a wire attached from me to you.”

“fine.” he raised his hands in a motion of surrender, chuckling lightly to himself. “i was just testing my luck, which is clear that i don’t have.” he turned, his brows going up higher on his face as he saw a variety of boxes stacked on one of the shelves. he picked one up, reading over the scripture as you scoffed.

“i don’t think your gonna need xxl, unless you’re going to cum that much since nobody has had their hands on you for a long time. you’ve had to suffice and please yourself for how long again?”

“spicy, i like it. eh, you’re right anyways.” he tossed the box down the aisle, grasping for another like a kid in the candy store, this time it was for the variety of average sized men. kai aggressively ripped the box open, causing the contents of packets to spill all over the ground.

“are you incapable of doing anything like a grown ass man?” it was irritating just watching him fail to do ordinary everyday tasks. he was destructive, and it seemed to be a large part of his personality.

“you won’t be asking that in a minute y/n/n.” he sent you a gruelling wink, making you inherently gulp, watching as he plucked a singular condom off the ground, holding it between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt, starting towards you.

“whatever you say kai.” rolling your eyes at his constant cockiness, you pried open your jeans, dropping your panties to the ground, as you caught kai frozen, with a slight swab of drool bathing his bottom lip. “come on, i am waiting, so hurry your ass up before i get bored of doing so.”

“you want this as much as i do, you just won’t admit it.” he lightly sneered towards you, and you felt your body flush with composed embarrassment. perhaps you had thought about the ordeal a little during the time you had been there, but there had to be some excuse! he was the only guy in a worldwide radius, that was a reasonable enough purpose.

when he was rid of apparel on his lower half, he rolled the protection onto his length, as he pinned you completely flush against the shelves of the aisle, one of his hands cupping your ass, before he helped you clamber into his arms, as he held your weight up.

you wrapped your legs expertly around his waist, biting your lip as he ran the tip of his cock against your clit, and then pushed into your walls, his moans reverberating erotically along the column of your throat, as he trailed his lips against your tender flesh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he uttered as he began to thrust. it had been a long time since kai had endured any physical contact, let alone like this. the siphon was relishing in it, slipping his cock in and out of your folds as though that was his lifelong purpose.

for the first time in many years, he no longer felt trapped, he had inched into a small paving of freedom, all because he was inherent not to leave you to abandon alone. you too were also caught up in the web of pleasure, you didn’t here two specific sets of footsteps enter the store, searching for the witch that had claimed that he knew of a route out of this subordinate hell.

they had survived the enduring loss of their own freedom, being sucked from the force of a collapsing vacuum into this lonesome reality. the other side had fallen, and so had their jaws, as they saw kai not only having sex, but with you, their lost friend whom had given her life to previously save them from complicated doom.

bonnie felt borderline disgusted as she watched you shut your eyes and try to bounce yourself on the man’s cock, whilst damon was specifically disappointed. your hands rasped around his shoulders, though their grip tightened as your name was called.

as you turned and saw your friends, it all suddenly made sense. from kai’s behaviour, to his lack of inclination to leave you alone, it was clear that he was hiding you from them and vice versa. “bonnie, damon!” you gasped, unsure of how you were supposed to compose yourself throughout this predicament.

“yes, bon bon, damey.” kai mocked with a roll of his eyes, as he remained still to his own dismay. “could you maybe give us five minutes, we kinda weren’t done here. just let us finish, and- ow!” you slapped the side of his face, scrambling to situate yourself out of his menacing grip.

with downturned eyes, you hastily pulled your clothes back up into place, glaring at the siphon. “you knew didn’t you? you knew that these were my friends and you purposely made sure i was distanced from them!” you growled at kai, your eyes fluttering with disregard for the imprisoned magician.

“well if i had, then you’d be less inclined to spend time with me, and this, would never have happened.” his fingers pried at pointing between the pair of you, amusedly he would say, though you would think otherwise. “welcome to 1903 baby! the world of lies and disgrace.”

“you’re the disgrace, you killed your own family, your younger siblings.” bonnie spoke, and her words made you feel physically sick. “get away from him y/n.” you followed her command, rushing over to her and damon, with shock established in your eyes. you had just fucked a sociopath.

“well, i guess that the jig is up.” he shrugged as he conformed his own clothes to be put in place. the fact that you still felt a rouse to finish what you started made you feel disgusted with yourself, though he deserved to rot here. why did the bad guys always have to be so hot? it just was not fair.

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starshinegoblin · 4 years ago

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Hello You

Day: 01 - Strangers Rating: G Pairings: M: #Xicheng BG: #Sangyu, #WeiNing 📷 Tags: Modern/NoPowers; First Meetings; Fluff; Mentions of beginning of Online Stalking.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ “Oh we’ve got to try out this store. Wei Wuxian.” Nie Huaisang grinned, pointing to the sleek black building that was a lingerie store. “I know that you’ve looking to spice up your wardrobe!” He snickered, the fan he’d chosen making the sweet smelling perfume he’d chosen to wear today mix more into the air. While it was nice, it wasn’t Jiang Cheng’s taste. He shifted his gaze to the bookstore.

Twin Jades Meets Books

“Cute.” Jiang Cheng murmured under his breath seeing the rolling clouds with two jumping bunnies chasing a book for a logo. The design of the building is that new modern industrial vibe with metal, glass, and wood accents. From the massive large windows he could see there was hanging plants and he wondered if the tree he was seeing was real or fake. His curiosity was piqued though.

“What’s cute?” Wei Wuxian asked, having heard his best friend. His grey eyes followed Jiang Cheng’s line of sight. When he saw that it was the bookstore, he wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him close. “Oh, I see. You’d rather be with your stuffy books then come try on some silk.”

“Yes.” Jiang Cheng told him bluntly. Because to be honest the last time he’d let himself get roped into going into a lingerie store with the two of them. He ended up on the receiving end of a fashion show and hadn’t wanted to know the preferences of their lovers nor see that much of their bodies. “Save that much of yourself for your precious Wen Ning and his, Mo Xuanyu.”

“It’s not like you’ve not seen it before!”

“Yes and I wished I hadn’t, we are best friends not friends with benefits and no A-Sang that isn’t an invitation. Now go to your lingerie store and let me shop in peace at the bookstore.” Jiang Cheng stated, shrugging off Wei Wuxian’s arm. The two of them sputtered before ultimately leaving him to go ahead to check out the store alone.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

The moment he stepped through the door there was a soft chime to let the workers know that someone had entered the store. He was surprised to find that the store didn’t have a heavy book smell but one of tea and the flowers growing inside. And that wasn’t the only thing growing inside. His sight went to the large tree in the center of the store. It wasn’t a fake one but a real living tree with a plexiglass enclosure. He hadn’t understood why till he got closer to find that there were bunnies of different shades that hung out with the tree and their toys.

Cute . He thought again. It made him wonder just what the twin jades were like for having a bookstore like this. He stood there for a few moments longer before heading to look for some books that he’d been wanting to read and review for his youtube channel. His first instinct was to go to thrillers and suspense to look for her but couldn’t find any of the books.

There was a jingling of bracelets that caught his attention. There to his right, amongst the stacks, was possibly the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He was dressed simply with a long white button down shirt and skinny jeans beneath a pale blue apron. His long obviously dyed silver hair was in a high ponytail exposing his long neck. The earrings he wore were dainty and a delicate silver chandelier style that accentuated it. His white button down had the sleeves rolled up exposing his wrists. On the right hand was the jade bracelet with the matching silver bangles that caused him to look.

Oh, who are you . Jiang Cheng thought. Though he was sure because of the jade bracelet meant he was one of the jades.

He must have felt his gaze because suddenly a set of golden brown eyes met his. Then came the most attractive smile that made butterflies of desire flutter in his gut. Then he’d spoken to him in that soft, smooth timbered voice.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t hear you come in. Do you need help finding anything?” The man asked, putting the book that'd been in the crook of his other arm on the shelf in front of him.

“Yes, I am looking for the Cut and Run series. I went over to thrillers but it wasn’t there?” Jiang Cheng answered, making his own voice softer.

“Oh! That’s because it’s also a romance series. It’s more focused on the murders at the beginning but when the lead’s relationship develops you see more of the romance.” the taller man reasoned “I can take you to them if you like.”

“Yes, please.’ Jiang Cheng answered, following the man to where the books were sitting on a display at the other end of the aisle.

“Here they are and a good choice. I’ve even heard that they might turn her series into a drama.” the man cheerfully added, “But if you like Cut and Run then you’re going to lover her book, Gravedigger’s Brawl. It is such a good one.” His elegant hand running over the cover of said book. “Especially if you’re into the gothic romance.”

“I am. So I’ll take this one too while I am at it.” Jiang Cheng stated, lifting a copy of that book too.

“You won’t be disappointed. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No thank you, Lan Xichen.” Jiang Cheng answered, gaze dropping down to the man’s apron where his name was hand stitched into the top right corner. His grin widened at seeing the man become puzzled for a moment then realized his name was on his apron.

“Oh, right. I can check you out if you want.” Lan Xichen offered, holding his hands out for the books to which Jiang Cheng gladly handed him the books. Together they made their way over to the register. Where Lan Xichen rang him up. Instead of paying for it in cash, he wanted the beautiful man to know his name since he hadn’t asked for it. That didn’t bother him at all though. It appeared the other was shy. There was nothing wrong with being reserved. So he’d handed him his card. Lan Xichen didn’t disappoint him in checking his name on it. It only made those butterflies he’d been feeling swarm.

“Hav-ve a nice day Jiang Wanyin.” Lan Xichen stammered a little in his goodbye as he handed him his paper bag of books. A lovely blush blooming on his cheeks.

“You too, Lan Xichen. ” Jiang Cheng responded, taking his leave. An old ache in his chest and a burn in his gut kept that smile on his face the rest of the day. It’d been too long since he felt like this. See, finding someone that he could instantaneously connect with like that was rare. He just needed to be sure that Lan Xichen was the right fit for his heart. He didn’t want to get hurt again. So he’d do his research. It wasn’t hard to find out about someone in this technological world. follow the series for the event

#XichengClipse #Xicheng #Sangyu #WeiNing #First Meetings #Strangers #mentions of beginning of online stalking #fluff

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youidiotprince · 5 years ago

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hi! do you have any sobbe headcanons? everyone is talking about skam france and elu and it makes me miss sobbe even more.

lmao I feel this. since elu got a pet (if only for a few hours and I’m still so bothered by that), let’s talk about Robbe and Sander getting a pet!

A few months after Robbe and Sander move in together once Robbe starts University, they decide to get a puppy. It’s mostly Robbe’s idea bc he’s always wanted one but was never allowed to have one bc his papa thought it would be “too much stress on the family.” Robbe and Sander take a few trips to some local animal shelters, revisiting them each a couple of times to try to find the perfect dog for their family. Robbe ends up getting attached to quite a few of them, but Sander hasn’t really connected with any of them yet, and Robbe can tell. He knows all he has to do is say “I want this one” and Sander will agree to whichever one he chooses, but Robbe wants Sander to be just as excited as he is.

He’s growing more and more discouraged the longer they go without adopting one, feeling like maybe Sander just doesn’t want a dog, but then they go back to one of the animal shelter’s they haven’t visited as much and find out that they’ve recently put a new puppy up for adoption. She’s the only one of the litter they were able to locate, so they’re not sure what her story is, but she’s healthy and sweet, if a little bit shy. Robbe’s excited to meet her.

When they go back to, Robbe’s instantly intrigued by her. She’s a terrier mix of some sort, but they’re not sure exactly what. She has fluffy golden fur sprinkled with black to add texture and character, and she has big, warm brown eyes. Robbe squats down in front of her enclosure, sticking his fingers through the fence that stands between them so he can touch her, if she wants. She walks over to him slowly, almost lazily, sniffing at his hand when she finally reaches him before giving him a soft, sweet lick. Then, she sits down right where she is and looks up at Sander, those big brown eyes staring up at him. Robbe looks up at him, too, and Sander, looking awestruck, murmurs, “She kind of has your eyes, Robbe.”

“What, my puppy eyes?” Robbe teases, giving Sander his best sad pleading puppy look. Sander snorts and kneels down beside Robbe, holding his own hand up to the fence. she trots over to him excitedly, sniffing much more energetically at his hand, tail wagging already. Robbe can’t even bring himself to be jealous that she already likes Sander more bc the look in Sander’s eyes silences him. He looks so vulnerable, eyes full of surprise that she’s so happy to see him, that she could like him so much without even knowing him.

He raises those raw, surprised eyes to Robbe’s and declares, “She is the one,” and Robbe’s already nodding his head with a happy grin, bc of course she is, and Robbe tilts his head adorably at Sander and responds, “Yeah, she is, isn’t she?” Sander’s lips turn up into a grin that almost rivals Robbe’s, and he turns back to their puppy, who’s still wagging her tail at him with such force that it rocks her whole body. Before they leave, they start the paperwork so that the shelter will hold her for them as they get their apartment ready for her.

In a few days, they bring her home for the first time, Sander cradling her in his arms. They’ve decided to name her Rebel, and she now wears a rainbow collar with a tag that labels her as theirs, their Rebel. They bought her a dark purple bed that’s basically an oversized pillow, though they know she’ll end up sleeping in bed with them anyway. She’s nervous when they first set her down in her new home, following Sander around at his heels, but she warms up to it pretty quickly and starts to explore, a little bundle of curiosity. They give her her first toy, a plush microphone they saw at the pet store and just had to buy, and she trots around the living room with it in her mouth, seeming proud, holding her head high.

For the first month of having her, it feels like they’re always on the internet looking up tricks for training puppies, and when they’re not on the internet looking them up, they’re trying to apply them in real world, doing their best to train her on their own. It’s going well, she responds to her name, she knows a few basic commands, but they’re struggling the most with house training her. Every time they seem to be making progress, she’ll have an accident on the kitchen floor or right next to the door or, worse yet, the carpeted floor of their bedroom. They’re both starting to grow frustrated, wondering if they’re doing something wrong or if maybe they just aren’t cut out to be pet owners. But every time they start to feel like they want to give up, she comes galloping over to one of them, tail wagging with her whole body, smothering them in kisses and gentle little nibbles, and they know there’s no way they could ever give up on her.

It’s been a few weeks since Rebel’s last accident, so they’re starting to feel like maybe they actually succeeded and she’s outgrown that phase. They’re lying in bed together one Thursday evening before going to sleep, Rebel acting more rambunctious and playful than usual at this hour as she runs back and forth between them, diving for their hands, their noses, anything she can nibble at, having more and more fun with the game the more they flinch or move their hands and faces away from her. They’re laughing at each other’s jerky movements, taking a special thrill from every time the other gets a particularly strong bite from her, goading each other with taunts like, “Come on, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” until the other is made to eat his words when she comes back and bites him. Despite the pain, they’re having just as much fun as she is.

They finally get a reprieve from her reign of terror when she goes down to the foot of the bed, sniffing around their ankles, which are tucked safely under the comforter. “I love nights like this,” Robbe says through a lazy, content smile. “Me too,” Sander answers, leaning forward to kiss Robbe through their smiles. They both let themselves get lost in the kiss until Robbe starts to feel something wet and warm against his foot, seeping through the blanket and sheet. Alarmed, he jerks away from Sander, looking towards the end of the bed, and sure enough, Rebel’s there, squatting just above his foot.

“Fuck, Sander, she’s peeing!” Robbe shouts as he grabs her around the waist and jumps out of bed, stumbling as he gets caught in the blankets. Sander rolls out of bed to the other side, landing on all fours as he scrambles to his feet. Once Robbe’s out of bed, he starts hopping around on one foot, his unsoiled foot, and he’s barking at Sander to grab the blankets off the bed before it seeps through to the mattress. Sander acts as quickly as he can, ripping the sheets and blanket from the bed and dropping them in a messy bundle on the floor, wrestling with the fitted sheet bc it’s caught on the corner of the bed farthest from where he’s standing. He yanks on it as hard as he can, and finally it gives way, forcing him to stumble backwards a few steps before falling on his butt.

He can’t help it anymore, he bursts out laughing in a loud, uncontrollable kind of way. In a hiccuping, gasping for air kind of way. Robbe, still balancing on one foot, snaps, “Sander, this isn’t funny!”

Between laughs, Sander barely manages to get out, “Robbe [gasp for breath] she peed on your foot!” Robbe looks from the innocent, nervous looking puppy in his hands, to his raised, peed-on foot, to his boyfriend, who’s a mess of hysterical laughter on the ground, and Robbe can’t help himself either. He collapses to the floor beside Sander, laughing so hard now that he can barely breathe.

“If you think it’s so funny,” Robbe gasps out, “then you can clean off my foot.” He stretches his soiled foot towards Sander, who shrieks and shoves it away, only making them both laugh harder. Robbe moves to bury his face in Sander’s chest, the both of them laughing against each other now, tangling together. Rebel’s sniffing around them nervously, not able to tell if what’s happening is a good thing or a bad thing. She starts to yip, which draws Robbe and Sander our of their giggle fit a bit, and their laughter slowly starts to trickle off.

“We need to take her out to make sure she’s finished,” Robbe says finally, panting a bit as he recovers.

“I’ll do it,” Sander says as he kisses Robbe’s cheek. “You have to go take care of your pee foot.” He shoots Robbe a teasing look that earns him a shove in return. Sander just laughs as he picks Rebel up and heads out of the room to take her out.

Robbe hops to the bathroom, where he rinses off his foot with some soap and water and dries it with one of the towels that are hanging up. He’s not sure if it’s his or Sander’s, but he gets a wicked grin at the thought of it being Sander’s. He goes back to the bedroom to gather the soiled bedding into a bag they can take to the laundromat the next morning. When Sander and Rebel come back inside, Sander helps Robbe make the bed with a fresh set of sheets and a throw blanket from the couch. They curl up together in the cool crisp feel of them, Rebel now lying peacefully between their legs like usual, bladder empty.

“I thought we were making progress,” Robbe says softly, feeling disappointed and discouraged all over again, now that he’s come off the high from all of his laughter a bit.

“We are,” Sander reassures him, placing a kiss to Robbe’s shoulder through the fabric of his t-shirt. “This was just a minor hiccup. They happen. We’ll get there, eventually. Together.” It’s the reminder of “together” that succeeds in reassuring Robbe, because when they’re together, even the lowest of lows don’t feel that low. Even getting peed on by his own dog can be funny, with Sander there beside him, laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. So, as Robbe places a kiss of his own to the top of Sander’s head, he echoes Sander’s last word back to him.

“Together.”

#wtfock #wtfam #headcanon #anon #robbe x sander #wtfock fic #wtfock ficlet #wtfock drabble

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rocksandrobots · 5 years ago

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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 4 - The First Day: Shopping Spree (part 2)

The ‘mall’ was a massive indoor marketplace. It was three stories tall with an open courtyard in the center and a sky-lighted roof above. On each level were open walkways and connecting stairs with rooms off to the side serving as individual shops. Stalls lined the center of the walkways selling even more wares and entrances to larger stores were at the ends of each of the three branching corridors that lead off from the courtyard.

Varian was easily overwhelmed by the enormity of the place. He stood still in awe for a few moments just drinking in the sight. After his initial surprise began to fade, he took off, excited to explore every nook and cranny he could find, dragging Ruddiger along on a leash. He wanted to see it all; every store, stall, and vendor.

The first store he came across was one that sold musical instruments. Inside a window display stood a setup of wires and black boxes all connected to what looked like a guitar. Another customer was testing the instrument out and from the boxes emitted a loud strumming noise as he played. Varian ran into the shop with a wide grin, eager to inspect the new invention for himself.

The rest of his new friends followed close behind him, bemused by his curiosity. As soon as the other customer was done testing out the instrument, Varian took the guitar from him and told the others, “this is so much more successful than my own attempts to amplify a guitar’s sound. I just attached a horn to the base of mine.”

He then experimentally began to play an old folk song that he knew. It was just like playing a regular guitar, only it produced a slightly metallic sounding dissonance at the end of each strum. Once he was done, Honey Lemon burst into a round of applause.

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“Oooh, that’s so good!” She enthusiastically cheered and the rest of the group also started to clap. Varian blushed, not used to receiving praise nor ever thinking his musical talents were of anything worth writing home about.

“Man, I would love to have this in my own world.” he said as he placed the guitar back onto its display stand.

“You’ll need electricity to make it work.” Wasabi informed him. “Come on, let’s get you the clothes we came for and then you can check out the rest of the shops.”

With that, they all filed out of the music store and walked over to the first clothing outlet.

As soon as they entered, Honey Lemon gasped in joy and ran over to a bunch of racks where articles of clothing hung and a big yellow ‘sale’ sign stood on top.

“Yay! They have bikinis on sale!” She exclaimed and pulled one of the suits of clothes off the rack and bounded away to the other end of the shop where a couple of enclosures stood. Presumably to try on the aforementioned, ‘bikini’, whatever that was.

“Oh that reminds me,” Hiro said,” we’re going to the beach next weekend. You should come along if you’re still here by then.”

“Yeah, we’ll make sure to buy you a bathing suit on top of the other stuff you need.” Wasabi agreed.

“Bathing suit?” Varian echoed in confusion.

“Yeah, for swimming in. You.. you do know how to swim don’t you?” Wasabi asked.

“Of course I know how to swim.” Varian said indignantly. He had grown up next to a river his whole life, and the ocean itself was in walking distance of his village. Though it was a full day’s worth of travel to get there and back. However, swimming as a leisure activity was one that was normally done by one’s self. It just wouldn’t do to be caught running around in wet under-drawers in public. “I just never heard of needing special clothes to swim in.” Varian continued to explain.

Just then their conversation was interrupted by Honey Lemon calling to them. “Hey guys, what do you think of this one?” She flung open the door to the fitting room and that was when Varian found out what exactly a bikini was.

She was dressed in a rather revealing two piece orange swimsuit. The gang called out compliments to her as she gave a little twirl to show off the piece of clothing in full. All but Varian, who stared at her with bated breath. He had never seen anyone wear so little before in person and in that moment she reminded him of images of Greek goddesses he once saw in a book.

Fortunately, only Gogo noticed his flustration.

"You've never seen a bikini before, have you?" She said.

Varian numbly shook his head no, his gaze never leaving Honey Lemon.

"Well, don't stare then." She advised.

Varian snapped out his stupefied state as it dawned on him that he was being inappropriate. "Oh, sorry." He said as he quickly threw his hand over his eyes.

Gogo just rolled her own eyes. "No, you can look," she said as she gently lowered his arm, "just don't stare. It's just a bikini."

She explained to him that this was what girls normally wore to go swimming in and Varian was reminded once again how out of place he was in this world. That he wasn’t just in a new country with new inventions, but one with its own culture and societal standards.

Ears burning, he turned his attention to the rest of the clothing racks hoping to focus on something else and avoid embarrassing himself any further. He was just grateful that Honey Lemon herself hadn’t seen his faux pas. She had been nothing but nice to him and he would have hated to have accidentally offended her.

However nothing more came from the incident. Honey Lemon went back to the changing room to put on her regular clothes again and Varian, along with the others help, chose some outfits to buy.

He picked out some long sleeved buttoned shirts. One was a dark burgundy and made of a light cotton material. The second one was light blue and made of a sturdier material called denim. It also had pockets on the front and Varian figured it’d make for a good work shirt.

He also found a white linen collared shirt. This one had a single pocket on one side. Such shirts were usually reserved for special occasions in his world and he had never owned anything so fine in his life.

Finally, he found on sale something called a ‘flannel’ shirt. It was made of a thick wool like material and was checkered with crossing red and green stripes. Varian had never seen such a dyed pattern before and personally found it impressive looking, though the others were more non-pulsed by it. He was told it was ‘out of season’, hence it being on sale, but he didn’t care, he was planning on keeping these clothes for longer than just a season after all.

Next he picked out some pants. He found two pairs made of the same denim as the previous shirt. One had a darker blue tint and hung loosely around his ankles. The sign above it said ‘boot cut’ and Varian figured it would do well to have something that went with his Saporian boots. The other was of a lighter blue and was more form fitting. The sign above it said ‘slim cut’.

He also found a pair of light brown pants with several large pockets. Hiro called them cargo pants. They were a little baggy but the idea of having all those pockets on hand while working was enough for Varian to get them. At Wasabi’s insistence he also bought two pairs of ‘dress pants’. They were pressed and straight cut and he got one in black and another pair in a light tan color called khaki.

Satisfied with his selection, they made their way to the counter where Fred generously paid for everything. Varian offered to pay him back as soon as he could earn some money of his own but the older teen just shrugged it off and told him not to worry about it.

Apparently Fred came from a wealthy family and had more than enough money to spare. All he asked for in return was that Varian and the others would stop at his favorite store while here.

It was called a comic shop and it sold games, toys, and various small books full of illustrations. In fact they were made of nothing but illustrations. There were no words on the page save for the occasional line of dialogue and the drawings themselves told the story.

Varian thought them to be young children’s picture books at first glance and couldn’t see the fuss. But Fred was practically bursting with excitement as he ran around the store.

“Now my young protégé, welcome to a whole new world of wonder, excitement, and adventure! Here you shall embark upon your first quest into geekdom..” Fred exclaimed in all seriousness before gathering up various comics for Varian to try.

“Protégé?” Varian questioningly whispered to Wasabi while the other boy was busy.

“Don’t think too much about it. Once you get to know Fred long enough you tend to learn when to tune him out.” Wasabi whispered back.

Just then Fred dumped a stack of comics into Varian’s arms and he had to quickly readjust his stance so as not to drop their collective weight. He struggled to peer over the top of the pile as Fred launched into a frantic explanation about the story of the comic he himself was currently holding. Varian though was struggling to keep up.

Fortunately, Gogo came to his rescue again.

“Seriously, Fred, he doesn’t need you to buy him the whole store.” She admonished the blonde haired boy. “Look, just get him one. Let him try it out and see if he likes it.” With that she picked up one of the comics off the top of the stack, indicating that it should be the one that Varian got.

“Aww but, he needs to read at least one from each of the big two; IC and Wonder comics!” Fred whined in return and held the comic he was currently holding up in a pleading manner.

Gogo rolled her eyes and relented. “Fine, but only two, now put the rest of these back where they go.” She took the comic Fred was holding from him and then gave the stack Varian was holding back to Fred. She then proceeded to watch Fred as he put all the comics back in their place; like a mother making sure her small child was cleaning up his room.

Once everything was back in its place, Fred paid for the two books and handed them to Varian. One was titled ‘Miracle Maiden’ and had a drawing of a woman, dressed in red and blue star-studded armor, wielding a spear and leading an army to victory on the cover. The other was called ‘The Avenger’ and on the front was the picture of a man dressed all in black standing on top of a tower in the rain with a cityscape sprawling behind him. He held in his hand a skull, as if he was reciting Hamlet’s famous soliloquy.

Varian had to admit that the covers looked intriguing, but there was little time to read through them as they we’re off to the next store.

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The next shop was one that sold electronics. Varian starred in wonder at the various inventions. Fascinated, he went to poke and prod each new device; bubbling over with questions about each one. His friends patiently answered him in kind.

While there, it was decided that Varian would need something called a ‘cellphone’ for the duration of his stay. The phone was the same black box he had seen Wasabi use earlier that day. Apparently the device was for long range communication. One could talk to another person miles away so long as they also had a similar device.

The trick, however, was one required the services of an outside source to connect the two devices. So you had to pay another company for 'minutes’ on a regular basis. Since no one knew how long Varian would be stuck in this world the gang collectively decided to buy him a cheap 'prepaid’ phone. You simply bought a new card whenever you ran out of minutes instead of paying a monthly fee and Varian hoped that if he was here for longer than a month he’d be able to earn the money to buy that himself. He was already feeling guilty that everyone was going so much out of their way for him. But everyone kept insisting that it was no big deal and that they were happy to help.

“I’ll help you set the phone up when we get back to the dormitory.” Wasabi told him. “Get you everyone’s phone numbers so you call any of us if you need something."

“Also don’t worry about the money,” Gogo reassured him. “No one expects you to have it all together given the circumstances. If you see something that you would like just let us know.”

And ‘find something' Varian did. He spotted in a display window a shirt with alchemy symbols printed on the front and excitedly ran inside. To his disappointment the establishment was not in fact an alchemy store, but rather a novelty shop that sold various clothing and accessories. However, setting that aside, there were still quite a few things that caught Varian’s interest. Including the aforementioned shirt. It was black, with short sleeves, and in gold print were various triangular images lined down its front.

“What’s with the triangles?” Wasabi asked when Varian showed off his find.

“They’re alchemy symbols. Each one is a different element; water, fire, earth, and air.” Varian explained while pointing out each ideogram.

Wasabi nodded along as if he understood, but he didn’t fully comprehend the significance of what Varian was saying.

“And that’s important because…?”

“Because, I’m an alchemist.” Varian replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I had hoped this store would be selling like ingredients for alchemical potions or something, but it looks like this shirt is all they have.”

“Yeeeah, no one’s seriously practiced alchemy in like hundreds of years.” Hiro interjected.

“But you still have chemistry and engineering?” Varian responded, confused by how the two most important applications of his field could be around but not the science itself.

“That’s because they’re considered their own separate fields of study.” Hiro explained.

“Chemistry kind of replaced alchemy in this world,” Honey Lemon carefully interceded. “Now we use the periodic table instead of symbols. Oh, like this one.” She cheerfully held up another shirt that she had found. On it was printed a graph with various colored squares and upon closer inspection Varian noticed that each box corresponded to an element.

“Wow. Look how many new chemical elements have been discovered,” Varian breathed in wonder.

“I know right!?” Honey Lemon exclaimed. “Ooooh, we should get matching tee-shirts. We could be chemistry buddies!” She leaned in towards him as she said this, her face a mere foot away from his own. She had a wild gleam in her eye and a smile so wide that it threatened to split her face in two.

Varian had never seen someone so excited by chemistry before. Well, no one but himself that was, and he found himself agreeing to her proposal in a dizzy haze. The enthusiasm with which the girl threw herself into everything made Varian feel off-kilter. She hardly seemed real; no one was ever this nice, this genuine, this…earnest all the time. Or maybe they were. Maybe his time as a criminal had him so disillusioned that he had forgotten what real people were actually like.

She handed to him the shirt that she was holding and picked out a new one for herself. It was exactly the same as his own, light material and short sleeved, but instead of grey her’s was a bright sky blue.

From there, Varian found other things within the shop that also intrigued him. First was a lighter jacket, called a ‘hoodie’. It was shorter than the great frock coat he currently wore and made of a less heavier material, with a hood attached and a large pocket in the center. He didn’t want to admit it to Wasabi but he did indeed find himself getting overly hot in the bright heat of the day. Apparently, San Fansokyo had a warmer climate than he was used to. The hoodie was red with the image of a raccoon printed on the front with the word RENEGADE underneath in bold white letters. Both he and Ruddiger found it amusing.

He also bought a couple of belts, and a new pair of suspenders. These had a fanciful black and white diamond design woven into the material and were clearly meant to be worn on the outside unlike the leather straps he currently wore under his vest. Both of the belts were in black, though one had silver studs across it and came with a matching necklace that, to Varian, looked kind of like a collar.

He was also lucky enough to come across a wallet with more alchemy symbols imprinted onto the leather. It was the philosopher’s stone diagram and the whole thing came with a chain and clip to attach to his belt.

Wasabi suggested that Varian should also pick out a backpack to carry some of his new stuff in while they were there. He chose one made from a dark green canvas. It had lots of pockets with leather buckled straps and was big enough to hold most of the new clothes he had bought.

Just when he was about ready to check out, he noticed the two girls perusing over a stand filled with tiny brightly colored bottles. Curious he walked over to join them.

“What about this color?” He overheard Honey Lemon ask Gogo as she held up a bottle that was a bright shade of pink.

“Eh, not my style but it should look good on you.” Gogo replied.

“What is it?” Varian interrupted.

“Nail polish, you use it to paint your fingernails.” Gogo answered.

Varian picked up one of the bottles to inspect it. The bottles were made of clear glass and he could see that the various colors he had first noticed were in fact thick colorful liquids contained within each. The one he held in his hand was a black color with a shimmering sheen that glinted when he curiously swirled the bottle around.

“Only it’s not like oil paint. It’s made of synthetic polymers.” Honey Lemon explained further. “Like a type of plastic.”

Varian didn’t know what ‘plastic’ was but he did know a lot about polymers. Polymer was a Greek word meaning ‘part’ and in alchemy was used to refer to organic compounds whose structures were composed of multiple repeating units. He had never heard of a man made polymer though.

“Fascinating” Varian whispered as he continued to hypnotically stare at the bottle as he held it up to the light.

Unbeknownst to him, the two girls shared bemused looks between each other while he was distracted. They found his curiosity over simple ordinary things both simultaneously amusing and endearing.

“Do you want to try some out?” Gogo prompted.

“Yeah,” Varian absently said all while still looking at the liquid trying to decipher its chemical makeup from sight alone.

“Yay! We can have a makeup party! I can help you put it on!’ Honey Lemon cheered, “Which color do you want?”

“This one will do.” Varian said, still barely focusing on what the other two girls were saying. He turned to carry the bottle and the rest of his items to the counter, still never fully taking his eyes off the liquid. Until he was stopped by Honey Lemon that is.

“Oh you’ll need this too.” She pulled a larger bottle off the top of the shelf and handed it to him. It was filled with a clear liquid and the words ‘nail polish remover’ was printed on a label on the front. “It’s acetone, “ She explained “It’ll dissolve the paint once it’s dried.”

“Ahh” Varian nodded his head in realization. Acetone had a lot of alchemical usages; so he was already familiar with the substance. With all that settled they finally went to check out. Once everything was paid for the gang decided that it was time for lunch.

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The food court in the center of the mall was a veritable feast of sights, smells, and tastes. Eateries of all sorts were tucked into every nook and cranny. Food stalls were scattered here and there, in amongst tables and chairs for guests to sit and eat at. Vendors sold delicacies from all over the globe and some specialized in serving rare treats like coffee, chocolates, or teas.

Varian was bombarded with the scents of various spices, sweets, and meats being prepared a hundred different ways. And everywhere he turned he spied mouth watering dishes being severed to crowds of people.

Wasabi gave him a slip of the green paper that served as currency in this world. On its surface was printed the number twenty with the image of a woman Varian did not recognize on one side and a picture of a large stately manor on the opposite.

He was told to pick out whatever he liked, while everyone else shuffled off to their own choice of cuisine. However this proved to be easier said than done. There were far too many options to choose from and Varian didn’t know where to start.

Some of the merchants stood to the side and offered free samples to the passing customers. Which Varian figured might be helpful in making a decision, if it wasn’t for Ruddiger.

His pet was all stomach and far too eager to try the tasty morsels to mind any manners. It was all Varian could do to keep the raccoon from climbing on to the poor waiters and stealing pawfulls of the treats. Once he had managed to stop him from assaulting the servers, the animal was off to bother the guests sitting at the tables.

"Sorry,” he apologetically mumbled as he grabbed Ruddiger and pulled him away from another customer’s tray of food.

He held his pet tightly in his arms as the critter struggled to get away. Things were starting to get out of hand and Varian needed to make a decision fast before Ruddiger caused even more of a scene. That was when he spotted Hiro and Honey Lemon standing in line to order food from one of the establishments and he figured it was as good as any other place so he walked over to join them.

The restaurant was one that served meals from the island of Japan and their specialty was a soup that was called ramen. The stew consisted of noodles in a clear broth and from there customers could choose what toppings to be added to the dish. Varian didn’t even recognize half of the options on the menu so he stuck to only things he knew; pork slices, boiled egg, mustard greens, and slices of green onion.

He then joined his friends at a nearby table. He sat Ruddiger down between himself and Honey Lemon in a special enclosed chair predominantly meant for small children and then tied his leash to the back of the chair’s legs. That way even if his pet escaped he still couldn’t run off to bug anyone else.

Though he doubted it would be necessary, as Honey Lemon was already feeding Ruddiger pieces of food from her own meal. The raccoon greedily gulped down the bits of egg and noodle given to him while the tall girl cooed words of encouragement as if he was a small baby and not a wild animal.

“Don’t feed that thing with your bare hands.” Wasabi admonished her as he came to over join them. “It hasn’t had its shots yet. I gotta take him to the vet on Monday."

"Oh good, he’ll need a checkup.” Honey Lemon agreed, all the while continuing to pet Ruddiger as she fed him, completely ignoring Wasabi’s advice.

Varian had to chuckle at the irony of that as he sat down to eat himself. Then he noticed the utensils they had given him.

“What’s this?” Varian asked as he held up two wooden sticks.

“Chopsticks,” Hiro explained. “ You hold the two pieces in your hand, like this, and use them to pick up the food.” He then proceeded to demonstrate how to do just that.

“Who eats soup with sticks?” Varian asked in disbelief. The practice seemed totally impractical to Varian, but he gave it a try anyways, mimicking the other boy’s actions, and promptly failing at it.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get his hands to hold the chopsticks correctly and the food kept sliding out from between them. Finally he just angrily impaled the dish with the two wooden dowels, attempting to utilize them like you would a fork, but this too proved to be unsuccessful.

He gave up in frustration and was about ready to just drink from the bowl directly, when Wasabi took pity on him and brought him a spoon that he acquired from another vendor.

The soup had a savory, salty taste not unlike a consommé. It was however the combination of noodles and toppings that made the dish stand out to Varian, giving the stew a unique texture. He also made sure to give Ruggider some so that Honey Lemon wouldn’t have to give the raccoon all of her food.

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After lunch Honey Lemon wanted to stop in a store that sold candles, soaps, and perfumes. The combined scents of flowers, herbs, fruits, and pastries wafting through the air was nearly overpowering. Any one of the fragrances might have been nice on their own but all combined together was too much. Fortunately, Varian wasn’t the only one with this opinion and the rest of the guys in the group went into a separate but connected side of the store that sold toiletries for men.

Once there, the other boys helped Varian pick out some soap, shampoo, cologne, and something called deodorant, which was meant to help stop sweating. Wasabi also bought him a shaving kit that included some disposable razors. They looked far safer than the steel blades men had to use in his world. In truth he didn’t really need to shave yet, but he wasn’t going to tell the other teens that. He was already sixteen, and the fact that he hadn’t grown a single hair on his face was a source of some shame for Varian. Better to let them think he was clean shaven then risk having his manliness questioned.

Afterwards they met back up with the girls and continued to explore the mall. There were stores of every kind selling anything you could think of. Jewelry, more clothing outlets, games, athletic gear for sports, shoes, music, sweets and candies, furniture, novelty knickknacks, decorative items for rooms such as rugs and lampshades, kitchen supplies, barber shops and nail salons, a spa, a ‘magic’ store that sold crystal balls and healing stones, (something Varian turned his nose up at), more electronics, and even a second hand store that sold anything as long as it was used. The last one Gogo stopped into real quick and reemerged carrying an old, beat up, guitar that she gave to Varian. It wasn’t electric and it needed tuning and some new strings but Varian was very grateful for her thoughtfulness.

However, out of all the wondrous shops and stalls he had seen that day, his favorite by far was the book store; walls and shelves lined with nothing but novels, magazines, and thick research books. Everything was divided up into categories and genres and he made a beeline to the section labeled ‘Action/Adventure’. He scanned the titles and covers hoping to find something familiar or at least interesting to read.

Reading was one of his favorite activities. He loved being transported away on grand adventures through the words on the page. It was a relief to a lonely farm boy, to pretend he was some hero in a far off land, befriended and admired, where the dangers weren’t real and you could come home again whenever. Sadly, he was no hero and the dangers he had faced were very real. Because of them, he hadn’t had the chance to just curl up and read a good story in nearly a year and a half.

“Do you have any Flynn Rider stories in this world?” Varian asked Hiro, who had walked over to join him.

“No, I don’t think so. What’s it about?”

“Flynn Rider is an amazing ne’er-do-well swashbuckling adventurer. He rides around exploring various far off lands, tricking villains, finding treasures, and saving people from nefarious evil doers.” Varian explained all while thrusting his arm out in a mock display of sword fighting.

Hiro gave a little laugh at the other boy’s antics. “No never hear of him, but there’s lots of other adventure books you may like; Robin Hood, Treasure Island… oh and this one. It’s one of my favorites.”

Hiro picked up a book from off the shelf and gave it to Varian. It was a small novel titled, ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’, and on the cover was the image of a boy wearing a straw hat and painting a white picket fence. Varian though couldn’t fathom what was ‘adventurous’ about doing such a menial chore.

“It’s about a boy growing up on the Mississippi river and he and his best friend witness a murder while hunting for buried treasure.” Hiro explained.

Varian had to admit that the description provided was certainly a lot more interesting than the cover would initially suggest.

“My brother, Tadashi, used to read it to me when I was younger.” he said with a more hesitant and somber tone to his voice.

“Tadashi?” Varian queried. He hadn’t met anyone by that name yet and wondered why he wasn’t at breakfast this morning if he was supposed to be Hiro’s family.

“Uh, yeah, he passed away last year.” Hiro said with a little crack to his voice.

Varian’s heart dropped. He had been so caught up in his own problems, and the brief respite from them that this world provided, that it never occurred to him that anyone else was suffering. He felt foolish now for being so oblivious.

“Sorry, I.. I didn’t mean to...I” He tried to stumble out an apology for his lack of tact, but the other teen interrupted him.

“It’s ok. You didn’t know.”

A brief moment of silence passed, where neither boy wanted to meet the other’s gaze, and then Hiro continued on, trying to awkwardly change the subject.

“Uh, if you want to give it a read, I could buy it for you” He said pointing to the book Varian still held in his hand.

“You, sure?” Varian asked, “It wouldn’t be too much?”

“Naw, it’s only five bucks.” Hiro laughed.

Varian didn’t know what a ‘buck’ was nor if five was a substantial amount or not, but he appreciated the offer and made an agreement to read the story the first chance he got.

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The last shop they visited for the day was one of the larger department stores attached to the mall. There they gathered up the remaining items that he needed. A couple of undershirts, a pack of underwear, and some socks. Two new pairs of shoes, one pair was white and made for running and were called ‘tennis shoes’, and the other was a pair of brown work boots. Varian didn’t want to mess up his nicer Saporian boots while experimenting, so he figured having them on hand would be prudent.

He also bought a pair of thick brown overalls for working in as well, since leather aprons weren’t common, along with a short sleeved collared shirt in teal green that Wasabi called a ‘polo shirt’. In addition to the work clothes, Varian bought two pairs of shorter britches in case the warmer weather proved to be too much for trousers. One pair was grey and called ‘jogger shorts’ and made of the same light material as the hoodie he had bought previously and the other was dark green ‘cargo shorts’ that held several pockets just like the cargo pants.

To round things off, he also got a pair of swimming trunks, a sleeveless shirt called a ‘tank top’ to go with it, and a pair of pajamas to sleep in. That, along with the clothes Wasabi had given him the night before, brought his total number of outfits to twelve. He still couldn’t believe how much he had been given. Anyone else in his world would be envious of such a vast wardrobe, but here it was deemed comparably small. It was still enough though, that Wasabi thought to buy some cheap plastic drawers for Varian to store his new clothes in. There would be just enough room to place them next to the couch.

Wasabi also bought him some basics that he might need, while there. Toothbrush, toothpaste, washcloth, towel, sheets and his own blanket, a pillow, and a notebook and pencils to work with. He was asked if he would like a hat as well, but Varian rarely took off his goggles so he declined. He did however take notice of several small timepieces that were on display nearby. They were called watches and were like tiny clocks you wore on your wrist. They came in all shapes and sizes and colors, some rustic looking and others more high-tech. Varian went with one that displayed the inner brass gears through the glass and came attached to a leather band.

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Finally the day came to a close and they all convened out in the vast parking lot as the sun was setting. Fred had called his manservant to come pick him and Hiro up, and the rest of the gang was waiting for him to arrive. They hung around just simply talking and laughing and Varian thought to himself just how much fun he was having and how much fun the day itself had been. He hadn’t had fun in a good long while. Longer than he cared to admit to himself and he really couldn’t even remember the last time he had enjoyed the company of other people close to his age.

“Oh, there’s Heathcliff” Fred exclaimed as a long black car pulled into the lot. Apparently it was called a ‘limo’ and was quite an expensive vehicle. Though, Fred himself made no big deal about his social status.

“Bye guys, see ya later! Oh, and tell me what you think of the comics as soon as you get the change to read them, ok!” Fred told Varian.

Varian promised he would and waved the blonde boy goodbye as he got into the car.

“I texted Professor Granville. She said she’ll meet us on campus on Monday at nine in the morning. That’s in two days, so I’ll see you then.” Hiro said to him with a parting smile and got into the limo with Fred.

“We better be off as well.” Gogo said. She put on a helmet and sat upon a two-wheeled vehicle called a motorbike that she and Honey Lemon had ridden there.

“I hope you had a great time on your first day here.” Honey Lemon said with a sweet smile and then gave Varian a quick hug before bounding away and hopping on to the bike behind Gogo. That was certainly not something he had been expecting to happen and once again he felt knocked for a loop by the pretty girl. All he could do was dumbly wave back at her as she and Gogo sped away on the bike.

“So did you?” Wasabi asked as he leaned against his own car with a bemused smile upon his face. “Did you have a good time today?” He clarified when Varian looked back at him in confusion.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Loads of fun. This world is amazing.” Varian answered back.

“Well good. I’m glad your first day went well. Let’s head home. I’ll pick us up some tacos for dinner on the way.”

“What are tacos?” Varian asked as he entered the car, while unbeknownst to him, off in the distance, a pair of eyes watched as he and the green vehicle departed.

“Soon.” A voice said to no one in particular. “The time is coming soon.”

#tangled the series #BH6 the series #tangled #big hero 6 #varian #Hiro Hamada #rapunzel's tangled adventure #Wasabi #Honey lemon #fred frederickson iv #gogo #ruddiger

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80. You owe me.

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“Whatever,” said Dennis. “Youwere an ugly little bitch anyway.”

Mac trailed after him as he meanderedfurther down the same aisle.

“Maybe we could look at thedogs?” Mac suggested, eyes widening hopefully. “If we have to get a pet, a dogwould be way more badass—”

“Don’t even try it,” Dennis saiddryly, shooting Mac a look over his shoulder. “It’s my birthday. And I want a cat.”

Mac sighed. Dennis wandered pastmore cages, dismissing the animals inside as being too scrawny, too big, toobitchy-looking, not enthusiastic enough about him jamming his hand in their cage.They walked up and down a few more aisles, with Dennis rejecting every single catthat they saw. They were only a few cages left, filling Mac up with dread thatthis errand was about to extend well into the afternoon if they had to drive togo look at another pet shop.

Dennis frowned at a fat brownone who kept swiping at his hand. Mac’s eyes drifted away from his millionthpainful rejection, scanning the surrounding cages absently.

“Holy shit!” Mac shouted out. Hedarted past a few more cages and dropped hard to his knees on the floor. Heshoved his face in close to the bars of this cat’s enclosure. Instead ofrearing back, it stayed nibbling at its food bowl. “Dennis, look at him! He’s socool!”

He heard Dennis trailing afterhim and felt him settle just behind him to the side. When he glanced upeagerly, Dennis had his arms crossed and he was frowning down at Mac on the ground.

“What are you talking about, Mac?It’s just a—” Dennis picked at the nametag hung on the cage, squinting at thedescription. “—Mac, it’s just a stupid tabby cat. They’re like, everywhere.Charlie’s got about five that follow him from his building to the bar.”

“But he’s so orange!”

Mac’s face scrunched up in aweand he leaned back in close to the cat’s cage. It finally stopped eating longenough to acknowledge him, and it slinked closer, sniffing the air tentatively.Mac pressed his face right up near to the bars and it flinched back at first,minutely, at his sudden movement forward. After a second it padded closer againand ducked toward the side of the cage too. It pushed its snout near Mac’s noseand sniffed again. Mac laughed. When he looked up, a faint smile was tugging onthe edge of Dennis’s mouth. Mac grinned and stood up.

“He’s so cute, Dennis!” hesaid. “We have to get him! Can I hold him?”

Mac whipped around to look fora sales associate. Dennis spotted one first and flagged them over.

“This one’s a girl, bro,” saidDennis.

“No way. It’s way too cool-looking.Look how orange he is!”

“Yeah, she’s really orange.” Dennisrolled his eyes. “But look, dude, the tag says right here that her name is Chloe.”

Chloe lookedup at them both through the top of her cage, tilting her head. Behind them, someonecleared their throat and they both turned around to look at the girl from earlierstanding behind them.

“Hey there,” she said. “Youlike—”

“I wanna hold this one,” saidMac, pointing at Chloe.

“It’s my cat,” Dennis snapped, stepping in front of Mac. “She’s for me. Potentially. If we decide to gether.”

Mac leaned against Dennis’sback to get closer to the salesgirl.

“Whatever. Just take her out!”

The salesgirl stepped aroundthem to undo Chloe’s cage.

“Be careful,” she said, easingChloe up out of it. “She doesn’t usually like men.”

She handed the cat off toDennis, after he won the shoving fight between him and Mac to hold her first.Dennis was surprisingly still, and quiet, as he gathered her up in his arms. Shewas tense at first, but when Dennis stroked a hand down her back she started torelax.

“Wow,” said the girl. “I’m surprised,she generally doesn’t trust—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dennis interrupted.“We’re done with you. You can go now.”

“I — can’t just leave you herewith an animal unattended,” said the girl, uncertainly. “Um, I’ll stand overhere while you make a decision.”

She moved a little way away to watchthem from over by some fish tanks. Mac shuffled in closer to Dennis, reachingup to scratch at Chloe’s ears. Her eyes closed, and she nudged into Mac’s hand.

“She likes us!” Dennis said, lookingup to grin at him.

“It’s probably because we’regay, dude,” said Mac, moving to rub her under her chin. “She can sense that we’renon-threatening.”

“That’s not a — you know what, sure,”said Dennis. He knocked Mac’s hand out of the way so he could lift her up andlook her in the eyes. She blinked slowly at him. With one paw, she reached outlike she was going to touch him on the shoulder — then instead she brought herarm down and smacked Dennis in the face.

Mac doubled over laughing.

“Bitch,” Dennis gasped softly,but he brought her back to his chest and kept running his fingers down her backanyway.

“Oh, my God, dude! She’s perfect!”Mac said. “Dennis, bro, we have to get her! Look at her, she’s so cute…She’s alreadycopying me, we have to take her home. She’s…what’s the word? She’s imprintingon us!”

“Cats don’t do that,” Dennissaid. He still sounded a little annoyed but he tucked Chloe under his chin andhugged her closer.

“Yeah, they totally do!” Macinsisted. He reached out to pet her side, dancing around where Dennis’s arm wastucked beneath her.

“You’re thinking of ducks.”

“Ducks do it too. It’s a thingthat like, any small mammal does. Trust me, that’s science.”

“It is absolutely not,” said Dennis.“So what? You think that big dogs don’t imprint on people but little ones do?”

“Of course not, Dennis,” Macsaid, rolling his eyes. “That would be stupid! If they have the potential to become big, then they can’timprint. Duh. It’s a gene some animals have, bro, trust me.”

Dennis thought this over as heput Chloe back in her cage and the salesgirl brought them up to the counter tostart filling out adoption paperwork. They would need an interview-type meetingfirst, apparently, to bring them up to speed on Chloe’s background and historyand make sure they had the means of providing for her. Institutions were sostupid. Mac wanted to bring her back now but the saleswoman said it was literallyimpossible, even when he argued and got loud. Bitch.

“Lions,” said Dennis as theywere walking back to the car. He snapped his fingers in the air like he’d justsolved an impossible riddle.

“What?” Mac turned to look athim. “What are you talking about?”

“Lions are like big cats. So byyour own theory, cats can’t imprint.”

He smiled proudly.

“No, you’re getting confused,”said Mac, shaking his head. He pulled open the passenger side door to the carand climbed in. “Lions are just relativesof cats. One of the genes that makes them super big and gives them a mane alsomakes it so they can’t imprint. They’re different.”

Dennis rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just go buy stuff fordinner,” he said, twisting the key into the ignition.

They got to bring Chloe home aweek after they met her. Dennis had gone all out and bought her a bed andlitter box and several large bags of food from Walmart already, but Mac hadgone back to the pet store to pick up things for her to play with. Annoyingly,she avoided all of Mac’s super cool food-shaped toys to gnaw on the edge of thepillow they had sat her on so she could lay between them on the couch.

Dennis was obsessed with her,wouldn’t stop nudging her ears and stroking her back while she ignored him tokeep chewing on their pillow.

“I guess it’s okay that she’s agirl,” said Mac, frowning at her. “At least her color is still badass.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Dennis cooedat the kitten. “He’s just jealous that you like me more than you like him.”

“We should still call her somethingcool, though,” said Mac. “Hey! Remember how you promised to name your firstbornkid Murphy? After I died, remember?”

Dennis finally looked away fromthe cat to glare at him.

“No fucking way, Mac,” he said.“We are not naming her after Robocop. She’s sweet, we should name her somethingsmaller—”

“You promised!”

“When you actually die forreal, I’ll change her name to Murphy. Okay?” said Dennis. “Until you’re in theground I don’t have to do jack shit that was on your little list of funeraldemands.”

“But you’re—”

They were interrupted by a loud,plaintive meow coming from betweenthem. Mac glanced down at her, but Dennis was already lashing out to scoop herup in his arms. He petted at her head, pulling her into his chest and turning awayfrom Mac like he was trying to hide her from him. Mac made an irritated noise,trying to swipe out around Dennis to pet her again.

“I won’t let him name you Murphy,”Dennis promised.

“Well, we have to change it tosomething because Chloe was the name of the bitch who pushed me off a swingsetin fifth grade!” said Mac. He brought his fist down hard on his thigh. “We saidwe’d be cat dads together, Dennis.You don’t get to hog her.”

Dennis sighed. He lowered thecat onto his lap, where she promptly started kneading at him until he wassuitably comfortable enough for her to curl up on and go to sleep. Dennislooked up at Mac, smug.

“Why don’t you go scoop hersome food?” Dennis suggested. He gestured down at her. “I can’t move.”

Grumbling, Mac pushed himselfoff the couch to deal with her dinner. While he worked, he tried to come upwith a better name for her, but everything cool that he liked was a dude’s name.It wasn’t his fault that women were never in any good movies.

“What about Anne,” he said suddenly,spinning around with a finger in the air.

Dennis wasn’t listening to him.Dennis was bent over, rubbing at the cat’s stomach and murmuring something intoher ears. Mac softened, watching them for a minute or two. Eventually he turnedaround to keep scooping her some dinner. He guessed they could fight about what to name hersome other time.

DISCLAIMER! i clearly knownothing about cats or pet shops lol so that’s all creative liberty at work. i mean, i skimmed the pet smart website on adoption. and my friends have cats. also, adopt don’t shop x

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freedom-shamrock · 6 years ago

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Tickling the Chat's Whiskers - Chapter 6

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Marichat May, prompt # 6 Adoption/Family

Chat Noir bounded over the rooftops, careful to stick to the shadows. While he wanted nothing more than to head straight to Marinette's house, he adamantly reserved direct trips for his worst days, when he needed immediate comfort. She was too important, his time with her and her family had to be protected. He couldn't risk someone catching wind that Chat Noir regularly spent his evenings at the Dupain Cheng household, as that would make them a target for Hawkmoth. And he knew he wouldn't be able to keep away, even to protect them, at this point.

Last time he'd gotten to cuddle with Marinette while they watched a movie. He was glad she didn't ask about the movie, because he'd spent most of the time focusing on the way her small body nestled snugly against him and how she smelled. He'd missed most of the plot. He wondered if she'd be up for something similar tonight. Would it be too needy to ask?

When he finally slunk over the top of her roof, landing lightly on her balcony, he closed his eyes and drew in a long slow breath, basking in the scents and the feelings associated with them. Warmth and contentment. He loved it here. He could stay here forever and never leave.

"Hey, give that back, you little rascal." Marinette's voice drifted up through the skylight. "Just wait til your papa gets here." She giggled. "Ha! Take that."

What on earth was she doing? Was there a play at school she was trying out for? Was she babysitting? He tapped on the skylight, knowing she'd warn him off if she couldn't have him here right now.

"Come on in," she called. "It's unlocked."

She usually opened it for him, but perhaps she was busy. Hopefully not too busy for her stray. He pushed up the dome and slipped in. She was under the bed talking in a hushed whisper, and he could practically feel the excitement radiating off her. "Princess?" he drawled, playing along. "Wherever are you, my princess?"

As his boots reached the floor, she jumped out from under her bed, holding a tiny ball of black fur aloft in his direction. "The circle of liiiiiiiife!" she sang.

The ball of fur looked at him and let out a tiny, "Mew" of inquiry.

He gasped, recognizing the kitten as her favorite from the litter she'd helped him rescue just a few weeks past. He'd gotten to see all of them during his volunteer shifts, and this one had had a sold sign on his enclosure since day two. He'd had to stay at the shelter until he'd been properly weaned from his adoptive mama. "Kitten?" He gawked at Marinette.

"Is that any way to greet your son?" she demanded in mock indignation as she drew in her arms to gently tuck the kitten to her chest. She kissed the tiny head. "Don't worry baby," she whispered. "I'm sure your papa is delighted to see you. He's just had a long day."

Chat crept closer, his eyes darting around the room to find kitten toys, a scratching post, and over near her sink, a litter tray. "Papa?"

She grinned up at him and held the kitten right next to his face. "He looks just like you."

"You adopted him? Your parents let you?" Before dropping the litter off at the shelter, he'd mentioned he wished he could adopt all the homeless cats. It was both unrealistic and not healthy for anyone, but he'd settle for just one, hopefully once he got his own place. She said always wanted a pet, but her parents weren't keen on the idea. Yet here she was, with a kitten and all the trappings. Enthusiasm bubbled up in his chest. He'd been happy the entire litter found homes, but he'd known he'd miss them. They were special to him.

"Mama and Papa even paid the fees," she said proudly. "This way you can still see him now that he's strong and healthy enough to be out in the world. And if you'd like, he can come live with you when you get your place."

He gawked at her.

"When I visited the shelter, they said that black cats don't get adopted at the rate of the others." She frowned, her whole face sad. "I'm very fond of black cats." Her eyes darted toward him and then away, and he was pretty sure he could see a hint of pink blooming in her cheeks. "So I asked if I could get him."

"May I hold him?" he asked, eager enough that he could feel his tail wriggling with excitement. "What's his name?" She gently transferred the kitten into his capable paws, and he could hear the instant purr through the suit.

"I couldn't name our son without your input," she said, aghast. "You play with him while I go get snacks. Then we can find his name."

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Never Will Be (Newt Scamander x reader)

“I can’t believe your biggest fear is working at an office.” She laughed, resting her head against the wall of Newt’s little hideout for his creatures.

“It’s just such a boring thing to do when you could be out looking out for all of these fantastic beasts.” He shrugged, bringing the baby phoenix up to his face and petting it slightly. “Just wait until this little one is all healed and grown up.”

“Are you going home for Christmas this year?” She smiled, watching the boy who was in awe of the tiny bird in his hands.

“No, I couldn’t leave this one all alone.” He set it back in its temporary home, finally looking at the girl who sat opposite him. “That and the parents have disappeared to go collect some new hippogriffs, Theseus is here too. He said something about wanting to talk to you earlier. I’m sure he’ll find you at some point, I wouldn’t go seeking him. That’s just me though, I know you get along with him-”

“Newton, you’re rambling again.”

“At least it’s not about animals this time.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “It was about your brother, that’s number two on your list of what you ramble about. Your brother is a brilliant boy, Newton. Top of his classes, heading to becoming an auror. Good looks yet not caring about relationships.”

“You’re just describing yourself now.” He mumbled under his breath.

The sounds of footsteps up the stairs caused her to stop talking and look towards the wooden entrance, oblivious to what the boy had just said. Newt was thankful for that, he didn’t mean to let that slip. He wasn’t one for relationships but he couldn’t deny that the girl sitting in front of him was fascinating, the only one who even came close was Leta Lestrange. (y/n) knew that and was fully aware of how they’d simply remain best friends as she wanted.

“I knew I’d find you up here.” Theseus stated. “Oh, (y/n) can I talk to you later?”

“What do you need Theseus?” Newt asked, clearly not in the mood for his brother today.

“First years have found their way into the kitchens and are toying with the house elves again.” Theseus didn’t need to finish his sentence before Newt was bolting down the stairs.

Newt smiled, that memory was something that stuck out to him and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t particularly good or bad. It was just a moment where all of them were together, even if it was only a few moments before he sprinted down the stairs. There were hundreds more moments like that, no matter how much he hated his brother sometimes they always had the best times in that three.

“Wow, Mrs Scamander, I now know where Newt gets it from.” (y/n) grinned, watching the lady feed the hippogriffs from her spot on the fence. “It’s quite amusing how he’s so good with them.”

“It’s a shame Theseus didn’t get the same love for magical creatures,” Newt added, petting his hippogriff as it leaned into his hand.

“I enjoy the study of spells rather than creatures, is that a problem?” Theseus raised an eyebrow, slightly tightening his grip on the fence next to (y/n).

“I just don’t see how you’d be willing to live your life out of the Ministry.”

“And I don’t see how you’d be willing to live your life getting attacked by beasts.” His knuckles were getting paler by the second, about to let go entirely and storm off.

“Theseus…” (y/n) touched his hand, keeping it still of the splintering wood. “Don’t have this argument again, Newt doesn’t mean any harm.”

“I’ve never seen a situation like this be diffused so quickly, please come back every holiday (y/n)” Mrs Scamander laughed, tossing one last apple to the hippogriffs and leaving the three to their own devices.

The second she was out of sight, the three of them left their positions, locking the enclosure and bounding down to the river next to the Scamander’s land. It was something they did. They raced to the river and the winner was owed a favour from the other to. Favours were beginning to become predictable. Newt was the most agile, normally winning the race and using his favours in pitiful attempts to get his brother to like creatures with (y/n)’s help in the set up of these schemes. On the other hand, Theseus normally used his favours to get Newt to do his chores and forgot to cash in his favours with (y/n).

Today was an odd day, (y/n) won. She had one only a few times before and her favours were completely unpredictable and came at random times. Once she waited until school started again and used Theseus to go and get her food at midnight. He then started sneaking the three of them food during his prefect shifts while simultaneously ensuring they didn’t get caught going to the room of requirement.

“Don’t worry boys, there are no favours today.” She smirked at their frightened faces. “Maybe midnight again... “

“If you make me do that again on a night where I am not on duty I will throw you into that river or the lake.” Theseus threatened, throwing newt a dirty look as he sniggered. “Just because your dormitories are right next to the kitchens.”

“I’d like to see you try.” (y/n) taunted, not prepared for the boy in question to pick her up over his shoulder and walk into the river.

He was lucky it was summer and his trousers were already rolled up due to the heat because otherwise, he’d be wearing soggy trousers. He proceeded to fake drop her, laughing at her squeal before she finally joined in laughing with the two boys.

It was a memory they all cherished and held close to their hearts. Especially now they all lived miles away from each other. Newt was going around the world researching his magical creatures, Theseus was stuck following orders of the ministry all the time while (y/n) was establishing an orphanage system for wizard children all across the world. It wasn’t until Newt had a particularly nasty incident involving him falling off of one of his creatures that they all reunited in not so happy times.

Theseus had walked into Newt’s bedroom, where the other two were already chatting, with bloodshot, teary eyes. He was quickly pulled in, the door shut behind him even though they were the only ones in the building. He joined (y/n) in sitting on the edge of Newt’s bed, although she was effectively just sitting on it entirely at this point.

“I picked him up from St Mungo’s this morning and got an earful from the nurses about how his niffler keeps stealing their watches.” (y/n) informed the new arrival cheerfully. “He should be fine in a few days, we just need to alternate shifts on watching him to make sure he doesn’t go look after those damn creatures.”

“My assistant will be here soon to do that,” Newt reassured halfheartedly.

“I hope she isn’t here soon because your brother here looks like he just had one hell of a row.” (y/n) ended up shuffling to the other side of the bed, pulling Theseus’ head onto her shoulder, gently rubbing his arm with one hand as she pried his fist open with the other. A diamond ring was settled in his palm, a line of half moons just above it. That’s when (y/n) started feeling her blouse getting wet. Newt for once in his life was affectionate and placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm, which with his current injuries was the most that he could do without being in pain.

“She left me.” Theseus spat. “She said that I was still in love with you and that it wouldn’t be good for either of us to do this.”

(y/n) was stunned. She didn’t realise Theseus liked her, let alone that Leta would leave him.

“What’s even worse is she’s been in love with Newt the whole time.”

“I’m so sorry, These.” (y/n) finally said as it was Newt’s turn to be shocked.

“Don’t be, It’s all true anyway, isn’t it. We were convinced you two liked each other so we used each other to move on. That was the only lie there.”

“We’ve never been anything more than best friends,” Newt said plainly.

“Never wanted to be.”

“Not since first year for me,” Newt added.

“Then I guess you never will be either” Theseus finished, a small glint in his eye as he dropped the ring into his pocket. “I can finally get my money back from this.”

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ephrampettaline · 5 years ago

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chatzy au log with @cassiegermaine, @ephrampettaline, @freddiewatts, and @thatwhichbindsus

Ephram found it somewhat telling of the Kingfishers' current state of affairs that holding Addie's birthday party at the Soapham Zoological Gardens was a better nod to safety than having the celebration on the grounds of their own manor, but he doubted any of that made a difference to the little girl as she demanded to be pushed in her hippo-shaped cart, not caring that it was a couple of Jacks who were waiting on her hand and foot.

Besides, Ephram was fond of the zoo himself and always had been; he pushed the paper crown that his niece had bestowed upon him further back on his head as he squinted up at the pair of giraffes that the gardens boasted. "You've always been my favourites," he told them gravely, through cigarette smoke.

“Do you think they recognise you as a relative, darling?” Freddie asked, coming up behind Ephram, a smile in his voice, “Or are you more of a stork overall?”

Ephram stifled a smirk at Freddie's question. "I never answer questions that might incriminate me, particularly when it comes to the matter of relatives," he said, then looked at Freddie askance. "Didn't you get yourself a cup of tea when you dropped off your gift for Addie? The cake's awful good too, have a slice." Ephram nodded over at where Mrs. Hudson was presiding over the refreshments. "She'll be just thrilled to see you."

He let the smirk through as Freddie was duly dispatched, watching the neat, precise lines of Watts' suit as he sauntered off to collect his tea and cake.

Cassie took the oppurtunity at the local zoo to relax a little bit when it came to business. Not that Cassie could completely forget, considerng a pair of Slapjacks were currently carting the birthday girl around but, it was actually a chance for celebration. Not to mention out in the open and completely public. Addie seemed to be having a good time anyways, and Cassie decided that was what mattered most of all. She was over by the hippo exhibit helping Albie stand on his feet against the glass when the red head peled out in louder laughter. Cassie glanced over her shoulder, frowning at the sight of Freddie watts in the distance. What did he want now?

Freddie sampled a bit of cake, finding it a trifle too sweet, then collected a cup of tea and strolled back over to Ephram, who was still apparently chatting with his countrymen over at the giraffe enclosure. “So what did you get her then?” he asked with a grin. “I’m curious as to whether or not I’ve shown you up.”

"An investment in some real estate in London, which she's got less than no interest in," Ephram said, thumbing at the side of his nose with a smile, "and a pair of new white button boots with a pink parasol and travelling case to match, which only her mother could prevent her from wearing and carrying around immediately."

Freddie nodded his surprised approval with a smile. “Well, all little girls do enjoy property acquisition,” he chuckled, “But those boots and parasol should look darling with the dress I’ve given her.” He smirked, sipping his tea. “It seems we work well together, even when we’re not trying. I’ve given her pop guns as well though - think Cass will approve?”

Ephram blew smoke from the corner of his mouth with a huff. "Are you joking? She won't approve even one fraction of an amount. But whether that's because they're cap guns or because they came from you is the bigger question." Freddie had been bang on the money when he'd said that Cassie didn't much like anybody except Ephram and sometimes he even had his doubts about that. "But since you've brought it up -- how soon until you can have those suits ready for me? I'm getting mightily tired of wearing this one and the other two are already swelling the ranks in Mrs. Hudson's rag bin."

Freddie raised a wry sort of eyebrow. "That rather depends on the figure you want to cut, darling. If I'm to guess at your measurements, then I can have them done in a fortnight, good taste be damned. But if you'd like something befitting your stature and my label, I'll need you into the shop for a proper fitting first."

"In the shop?" Ephram's gaze scanned over Freddie as if he could discern what was in the man's pockets by sight alone as he said, "--don't you carry a tape measure with you, isn't that what all tailors worth their thread do?" If Ephram's assessing look turned up any other interesting discoveries about what Freddie was carrying on him, it didn't show on his face.

"Oh, I'm prepared to work anywhere you'd like, love - but I thought you might prefer to make an appointment." Freddie smiled, a bit shark-like. "I'm flexible, though. After the party suit you?"

Ephram gave a slow blink and nod of agreement. "After the party suits me just fine."

Cassie wandered over slowly to the giraffe area where Ephram and Freddie stood chatting. She only just caught a few words about tailoring and cleared her throat, "I hope you're as skilled as my brother says." Cassie spoke plainly, "I haven't had proper dress since my husband's funeral. And black isn't really my color."

Addie's hippo chariot drove up just then, the young guest of honour gesturing grandly with a toy sceptre for her drivers to stop near her uncle and Freddie, and she said for the other man's edification, "This is my birthday, that means you have to bring me a present, did you bring me one?"

Ephram answered first: "Mr. Watts brought you a present, Addie, you'll see it when you open them. It's -- what's it wrapped like, Freddie?"

Freddie gave a little bow to the imperious toddler, flanked by her courtiers, delighted by her greed. "It's the large-ish one wrapped in purple and gold. Do you see it there?"

Cassie stopped observing Freddie Watts when her daughter rolled up in her special chariot, biting back a smile as she glanced between the pair and the present table that was continously growing. "You should wait a little longer Adeline." Cassie advised. "There might be more friends yet."

Ephram smiled into his shirt cuff as Addie stared at Freddie for a moment, not yet having made up her mind if he was to believed or not. "Looks just like her mother, don't she?" he murmured just as Cassie put in her two cents when it came to the stack of gifts towering behind Mrs. Hudson. Adeline nodded, surveying her bounty, and then favoured Freddie with a smile. "I see it, purple and gold," she said, then motioned her courtiers to drive her towards the flamingoes.

“Just like her mother,” Freddie said sotto voce to Ephram, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, before he turned to Cassie, lifting her hand to kiss it. “Cassandra, darling, how lovely to see you again.”

"Wanna go see the spiders?" Mike asked, running his fingers up her side to imitate them crawling all over them. Ciara cringed, and stepped away, smiling up at her husband playfully.

"Not when hell freezes over. You can go see them by yourself and the snakes too." She replied, pulling her coat thicker around herself. Mike dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

"Meet by the tigers?" He asked, and Ciara nodded, reaching up to kiss him quickly before he strode off, following the signs to the indoor enclosures. Shuddering at the thought, Ciara wandered along the large mammals section, knowing she had plenty of time to herself to just marvel at the beasts before he returned.

Cassie smiled smoothly at Freddie's greeting, giving him a slight nod in aknowledgement. It only seemed fair, considering she'd all but ignored him the days before. "Right. Because we haven't seen each other in ages." She laughed under her breath. Her hand fell back at her side and she tilted her chin up to look at the pile of gifts for the birthday kid. "It was generous of you to come out. What did you bring the little girl anyways?"

"Here we go. Have you started a ledger for Addie yet?" Ephram pinched his cigarette end cold and pocketed the tiny stub, not having broken the habit from wartime despite it only leaving him with pockets full of loose scorched tobacco. He caught sight of a newly-familiar woman a few animal enclosures down, and narrowed his focus on her, trying to make her out.

"A dress, and a pair of pop guns," Freddie said smoothly. "She seems like a little girl with spirit. And," he added with a cheeky gleam in his eye, "-she is a Kingfisher, after all. Best she get accustomed to the weight of a pistol sooner, rather than later."

Ephram reached over to take Albert from where he was balanced on Cassie's hip, curious to see what his sister's response to Freddie's supposition would be. They hadn't discussed what place Cassie's children might take in Kingfisher business, not formally. Ephram just figured that they'd grow up into the business, the same way he and Cassie had.

"No..." Cassie started, only slightly suspicious when Ephram staunched his cigerette and had that particularly telling pinch in the expression of his face. She blinked largely, a little dumbfounded by the mention of pop guns. "That's wildly inappropriate. Besides. Not every successful Kingfisher carries a loaded fire arm." Her lips were thinnned in irritation, thinking she might just let Addie keep the toy if she were to only use it on Freddie Watts exclusively. "We'll see what she thinks of them." Was all Cassie said instead, hesitating for a moment before handing the baby over into Ephram's searching arms.

Ephram murmured against Albie's soft knitted cap, "--Freddie's nothing if not wildly inappropriate, sister. It's hardly surprising."

"It's one of my better qualities, I find," Freddie added with a little grin.

The hackles on the back of Ciara's neck rose, feeling the gaze of someone on her. Couldn't work in her line of work without making enemies, and as unassuming as the zoo was, there were always people who posed a risk. She turned slowly, unassumingly, and glanced around idly until she caught the source of his inopportune gaze. Ephram Kingfisher, right here, with his sister, his niece, and Freddie Watts. Now wasn't that interesting. She gaze him a small wave, but would not intrude without invitation. She didn't want to look too keen.

Noticing when Ephram's attention seemed to be caught elsewhere, Freddie followed the bigger man's eyes until he landed on Officer Woodman, and narrowed his own for a moment, finally breaking out in a large smile and beckoning her over. "Officer Woodman?" he called, "Join us, love."

Ephram's lips curled slightly at one corner when he realized it was indeed Ciara, but the expression dropped when Freddie -- curse the way the man seemed to notice every fucking thing -- invited the detective over. "Bloody infidel you are, Watts," he muttered.

"If we're going to be working together, darling," Freddie murmured back, still smiling at Ciara, "Your friends need to be my friends too."

Ephram grunted. "I'll keep that in mind when I've got her on my dick."

"Haven't you had her already?" Freddie asked, "My my, love, you're losing your touch."

"Only refining my methods," Ephram said, jogging the baby in his arms a little. "Sweetie." He dropped the grumping and assumed a more pleasant look when Ciara approached, which was helpfully made even more non-threatening by the paper crown Ephram had forgotten he was wearing. "Enjoying the zoo, Miss Woodman?"

Ciara made no comment of her being neither Officer nor a miss as she approached them, charming and as pleasant as she had been before, smiling at the both of them. "I always do. I came to see the newborn elephants. Pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Kingfisher."

She turned to Freddie, offering her hand. "I don't believe we've met, although you clearly know of me already."

Freddie smiled, taking her hand and giving it a polite kiss. "I do my best to keep abreast of the local colour," he said, "Freddie Watts. Lovely to finally meet you."

Ephram watched Freddie being gracious with ill-disguised annoyance, although he kept from sniping at his ... Christ, what was he supposed to call him, anyhow? Ephram sneered inwardly at his own indecision. Friend. He might as well think of him as a friend, because Ephram was discovering to his great discomfort that he'd very much missed having someone he could think of that way. "Newborn elephants, you said? How big does that make em? Tall as me, or short as Freddie?"

Ciara raised her eyebrows in intrigued amusement. "The pleasure is mine. You're a tailor, am I right? Highly esteemed, too." She turned back to Ephram, grinning at his joke. "Smaller than even me, for the moment, although I doubt they'll stay that way long. Cute as this little one, though," Ciara said, pointing at Addie.

"I am, darling, yeah," Freddie said, always pleased to hear that his reputations - all of them, likely - had preceded him. "You should pop round the shop. I've a few shades of silk in that would be absolutely gorgeous on you." Pointedly ignoring Ephram's jibe about his height, he carried on, "And I've heard you're a woman with a discerning eye."

Cassie was at a bit of loss when the dectective came over. What were the chances of that in the city of Soapham? If Ciara hadn't made her interests known the day before, maybe Cassie could have excused it, but now? That was hardly gonna happen. She stood quietly almost behind Ephram and Freddie, keeping a keen eye on the children and the rest of the zoo viewers who mowed around the close animal habitats. Her eyes widened when she saw Addie reapproaching with something hidden behind her back, and Cassie's assumption were confirmed when the little girl pulled out the newly unwrapped pop guns and screamed. "BANG. BANG. BANG. YOU'RE DEAD." She stood, waiting and expectant for a moment before pouting, "Mama, they're supposed to play dead."

Cassie smiled stiffly, "What did I tell you about waiting?" Addie shrugged pointing the pop gun to Ciara again, "The new friend came!"

Ephram thanked God and Jesus and all the fishes in the ocean that he was holding his baby nephew at the moment, because all around him he could tell that various Slap Jacks were reaching for their weapons when Adeline flourished her new toy guns with attendant shrieks -- and he would have been reaching for his own piece as well. "This friend didn't come over for you, Addie," Ephram said, and Albie, the loudness catching up to him, started to snuffle and fuss.

Freddie chuckled at Addie's little hit, and beamed at the group, winking, "Lovely. I knew she'd like them."

Addie frowned deeply at the news that Ciara's presence was not for her enjoyment alone, and she scowled as well as a young girl could. "But it's /my/ birthday."

Ciara smiled. "I'll be sure to take you up on the invitation to visit, although I am hardly your usual clientele." Her eyes drifted to little Addie then, and smiled down at her. "Hello sweetheart. Mrs. Kingfisher. That's an impressive toy you have there, sweet heart. Are they new?"

Ephram murmured shushing noises against Albie's head as the baby hiccupped, and Adeline pointed one of her new shiny guns at Freddie. "He gave me them," she said, a canny expression on her face. "Because it's my birthday and it's polite to bring a present to a birthday." She graced Freddie with a sunny smile, then shot her guns at a luckless pigeon that happened to be scuttling by.

Freddie grinned down at Adeline. "You're a crack shot, too, love," he told her, "No one will ever see you coming."

Ephram shook his head. "Hellfire," he said, "you're trying to make her as mercenary as you are, Freddie." He sidled a little closer to Ciara. "That man you were with -- your husband? I didn't realize you'd walked down the aisle, Miss Woodman. Mrs. Woodman."

Freddie winked at Addie. "I know a kindred spirit when I see one."

"I'm very sorry for being rude, I didn't know," Ciara replied, with no intention of making up for this rudeness. If the wealthy wanted to spoil their children, they would have to face the inevitable tantrums. She looked up at Ephram with the same intensity of the previous meeting, and nodded. "A few years now. I see him now, actually, I should probably return to him for now. I'm sure we'll meet again soon."

Ephram nodded, saying, "I'd count on it, Mrs. Woodman."

Freddie bristled silently, annoyed by everything about the little pregnant pause shared between Ephram and Woodman, but smiled politely all the same. "Do make sure to drop by the shop, love," he said as she departed, "I'll count on seeing you."

"I wouldn't have guessed she was hitched in a million years." Cassie murmured, giving Addie a pointed look a few seconds later as the girl continued to be loud and disruptive with her pop guns. It was bothering her brother, not that the little red head minded in the slightest. "You think her husband is on everything?" She posed the question to Ephram. "May be the way to cut to the quick with her."

Ephram switched Albie to his other side, hrrming thoughtfully. "I think the husband might carry a badge his own self," he said. "But knowing that she can be bought? I doubt it. She's slick as if the cat licked her." He looked at Freddie. "What do you make of Mrs. Woodman, eh? Since the cat licked you first and slickest."

"I think that anyone so freely able to be bought will always go to the highest bidder," Freddie said. "It's just a matter of appropriate funds."

#au:gangster #alternate ephram #freddiewatts #cassiegermaine #thatwhichbindsus

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hismissharley13 · 6 years ago

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Fallout

The morning after the night before.

I had woken early, nestled in Tig’s arms. One of his hands was cradling my head, the other I was half using as a pillow, half draped down my back. I jumped in panic before the events flooded back. My face burned with shame as I realised what I’d done was no better than Jax. My stirring had disturbed Tig, his arms drawing me close to him as he nuzzled into me, breathing in deeply as he did so. His lips found mine and I couldn’t help but reciprocate. To hell with Jackson Teller. Tig’s morning wood pressed into my hip as his mouth explored my jaw and neck. I hummed as he licked a wet stripe up my neck, re-igniting the fire in my belly and pushing all thoughts but one from my mind.

I’d gotten showered and accepted one of Tig’s t-shirts gratefully, knotting the long hem at my waist and slipping my skirt and panties back on. I had spare clothes in Jax’s room but was I hell going in there. Tig had crashed out on the bed again after our morning tryst and I needed coffee.

Jax shuffled into the kitchen a short while after me, rubbing sleep from his eyes, “Hey princess”

“Hmm?” I grunted, non-committal.

“Who’s shirt are you wearing,” he demanded, suddenly more awake.

“What’s it to you?” I refused to turn around and look at him. He made me sick.

“What’s it to me? You’re my Old Lady, and here you are in someone else’s clothes?”

I let out a hollow laugh, Old Lady indeed. Sure didn’t mean that much to him when he was screwing that skank. He grabbed my arm and spun me to face him, the coffee cup in my hand flying to the floor,

“Well, shit,”

“You haven’t answered my question,”

“So what, Jax? I’m not going to either. You know, I don’t think I ever hated anyone before I met you,“

“Where the fuck were you all damn night?”

“Why do you even care?”

“Goddamnit Kat! Tell me!” He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“Goddamnit Jax! Go to Hell!” I mocked his voice. Childish maybe, but he gave up and stalked back to his room.

I flew back to Tig’s room on tiptoe, swift and silent so as to not be noticed. Tig was sat up, hair sticking out at all angles and the sheets pooled at his waist “Morning doll,” he mumbled sleepily, running a hand through his wild curls

“Hey Tiggy,” I rasped, the crying had left my throat pretty damn raw. I wriggled out of his arms and scrambled for my clothes. Tig looked up, curious to see what I was doing,

“You ok cupcake? Kat...Kat!” the forceful tone made me bot upright, dashing the wet tracks from my cheeks. Tig sat up fully and tugged me back onto the bed. I wilted into his waiting arms, folding my own consciously over my body. I felt the heat radiating from his chest as he placed his arms over mine, “C’mon sweetheart, talk to me,”

“I-uh...shit, Tig, what the hell did we do last night? What was I playing at-I’m sorry,” I dropped my head into my hands, despairing at my crappy judgement.

“Hey, you were upset, pissed off, hurting. The last thing you need to do is apologise baby. If you wanna forget about it, it’s your call. I ain’t gonna think any less of you for it,”

“I’m not just some sweetbutt, moving on from one reaper to another like it’s nothing,” I glanced up at him, terrified of what was going to happen now. Tig’s lip curled,

“Baby, you’re the furthest thing from a crow-eater!” he assured me, a hint of amusement on his face as he tipped my head towards him with a gentle hand, “I’ve never hit twice on the run with a crow,” sincerity evident in his gaze.

A small giggle bubbled up in my chest at his confession. The slight smile on his lips widened into a toothy grin,

“That’s a great sound,” he twisted a damp strand of my hair between his finger and thumb, tucking it behind my ear, “granted, not as good as hearing your moans last night and this morning,” I gasped and smacked my hand against his chest. Tig just wiggled an eyebrow at me as I laughed again.

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Jax cornered me in the office later that afternoon,

“Hows about you gimme some answers Kat?”

“Hows about I keep who I’m screwing to myself just like you did?”

“You’re being ridiculous“

”Yeah, well, Tig didn’t seem to think so...” Silence fell, my eyes widened as I realised what I’d just done. Jax straightened up and ran his tongue over his teeth, nodding slightly to himself as he started to turn for the door.

“Jax I-” my outstretched hand fell as his pale blue eyes burned a hole straight through me. He spun on his heel and slammed the door behind him with enough force that the window rattled in it’s frame. I dashed over to the window overlooking the garage where Tig was working on his Dyna, my stomach twisting horribly. I couldn’t hear Jax’s low words at first, their discussion increased in volume by the time I had pulled the door open.

“Seriously brother? My own Old Lady! I can’t believe you betrayed me like that,”

“I betrayed YOU? I’m not the one who was too busy riding some 2 dollar hooker before coming to see his own fuckin’ girl, Jackson! C’mon! What was I supposed to do huh? Leave her cryin’ in the damn gutter?”

“You were supposed to stay the fuck outta my business!” Jax roared and swung a fist towards Tig’s head. I cried out, hoping Tig would dodge but he didn’t. He stood there and let Jax hit him, holding a hand up before he could take another swing,

“That one you get for free, Jax. You’re my VP, my brother and I love you, but what you did last night? That was wrong and you know it,”

“Did you fuck her?” he spat,

“Excuse me?” Tig’s eyebrows shot up,

“I asked you if you screwed my Old Lady,”

Tig’s mouth curled into a sneer, he stepped towards Jax until they were nose to nose and cocked his head to the side,

“Why, scared she’d like me better?” Jax twitched almost imperceptibly and I took my cue. I threw myself at them both, shoving with all my might to separate them. I think it was more suprise than anything else that moved them back. Insering myself between them both, I held my arms out to distance the pair,

“Stop it, just fucking stop it now,” I shrieked, their eyes locked like dogs in a ring. Jax made to swipe me aside, Tig practically growled and tried to pull me behind him. I screeched in frustration, grabbing fistfuls of Tig’s work shirt and Jax’s cut.

“I swear to God I am not a fucking toy for you both to fight over!” My eyes were wild as I whipped my gaze from one man to another. I felt Jax wrench from my grip as he was pulled away by Opie. My knees turned to jelly as the adrenaline coursing through me subsided. Tig dropped next to me and embraced my trembling form,

“Kat, I’m sorry baby, I got you,” he kissed the top of my head softly,

“Tiggy, what the fuck is goin’ on eh?” Chibs crouched down next to our bundle on the floor. Tig rose to his feet and dragged me up to mine. I nodded that I was in control again and ducked my head, walking back to the office. Last thing I wanted was a reminder of my own infidelity, never mind Jax’s.

“So Kat stayed with me last night after walking in on Jax and Ima,”

“Ah shite, ye’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,”

“Yeah, I wish, brother,”

The door clicked shut behind me and I rested my head back against it. I needed a damn drink. I exited the office through the other door and headed over to the club house. Bobby was at the bar going over some paperwork. He looked up at me with a smile,

“Bobby, if anyone asks, you aint seen me or this bottle of ‘quila.” I told him, dragging the bottle from the shelf and walking over to the corridor. Iuncorked the bottle with my teeth and spat it on the floor. I stared and pointed at JT’s bike accusingly,

“Have a fucking word with your son, JT. He’s a damn asshole,”

I climbed the ladder to the roof and tucked myself away in a corner to drown my sorrows. About halfway down the bottle the world was getting fuzzy round the edges. A couple more slugs and my eyes closed.

***

I was shaken roughly, roused rudely from my slumber. As I opened one eye (two was way too painful), a sharp sting burned my cheek. I gasped, noting somewhere in the back of my still fuzzy mind that the sky was dark

“Kat! Kat! Thank fuck, I’ve been searching all over for you,” relief flooded Jax’s voice. Jax...I didn’t like Jax...why didn’t I li-ohhhhh, of course!

“You, you bastard! You dont like me,” I slurred, “No, no tha’s not right, I, me, I don’t like you. You’re a shit, a cheating piece of shit,”

“Kat, are you...fuck’s sake, how much did you drink?”

“Not enough,” I swayed dangerously and he grabbed hold of my arms, “Ic’n still ‘member what happened,” I swallowed thickly, “but s’ok, cus, cus I-ah shit, Jax, I slept with Tig,” I wailed, “I’m so sorry Jax, I never wanted-I cheated on you,” I sobbed into his chest,

“Shhh, shhh, it’s ok, I know, it’s alright,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing, “Baby I’m never letting you go again. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done,”

“Jax, I don’t feel so great,”

“Can you climb down you think?”

I shook my head, my mouth watering profusely in the unmistakeable warning of impending vomit. Jax pulled my hair up out of the way and leaned me over the wall of the roof as I hurled. Once my belly was empty, I gingerly straightened up. Truth be told, I felt a little better for it. I hugged myself against the chill I felt, looking up at Jax sheepishly. He smiled kindly at me and motioned back with his head,

“C’mon babe, let’s get you cleaned up, hey?”

I nodded and allowed him to steer me back down into the club and straight to his room. I noticed the bed had been changed. Jax herded me into the shower and stood me in the enclosure, clothes and all. He started the water and handed me a toothbrush loaded with toothpaste and a meaningful look. I accepted and started to clean my teeth. Jax busied himself with undressing me, pulling my boots off and tossing them across the bathroom and peeling my skirt down my legs. I steadied myself as I stepped out of it with a hand on his broad shoulder,

“Your clothes are getting wet,” I observed, having rinsed my mouth and thrown the toothbrush haphazardly at the sink. By some fluke it had landed in the intended target.

“So are yours,” he pointed out. Smart ass. He pulled the hem of the shirt up and I lifted my arms to help. Jax stood me directly under the stream of water and grabbed the shampoo, massaging my scalp as he washed my hair. At some point he had dispensed with his clothes. I was too busy enjoying the warm water on my skin to notice, until he turned me gently around to face him. He breathed a deep sigh as he ran his hands up and down my arms. I looked up into his eyes and saw the remorse eating at him. We both had blame to carry. I uttered his name, barely a whisper. It was enough to invite him back to me. He brushed my hair from my face with both hands, cupping my cheeks and tilting my face to him. His eyes darted from my mouth to my eyes, seeking my permission to continue,

“Oh Jax,” I moaned softly. It was all he needed. His mouth crashed onto mine, needing, hungry. I couldn’t get enough of him. My hands clawed at his back, his arms, his neck, dragging him closer. I was buzzed from the tequila but I knew what I wanted. I wanted Jax. We had a lot to fix, but eight years was going to take more than one stupid mistake from each of us to destroy, Jax and I were determined to prove that to eachother.

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@hanaissupergirl @cole-winchester @soawonder

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #soa jax #soa tig #tig trager

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vex-bittys · 7 years ago

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A Mamba Among Mambas: A Lamiatale Bittybones Story

Second place fic raffle winner mage0flight requested a Mamba adoption story of epic proportions, and no Mamba worth his shiny scales could turn down a challenge like that.

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Every Mamba bittybones, miniature and full-sized, is born majestic; Splendor is simply a trait of the species. From the moment this Mamba hatched, however, he could sense in himself a transcendent greatness that could never be equalled, even by his own kind.

Though Edgar, the nursery caretaker, tried to treat each and every hatchling with the same loving care, he held a special place in his heart for the young Mambas and often spoiled them. No baby lamia grew more spoiled than this particular Mamba either. He arrived first to every meal, and only played with the most coveted of toys. He developed hunting skills and speed that easily surpassed that of his clutchmates.

The Mamba assumed that as soon as he left the nursery for the Adoption Center proper, he would quickly be snatched up by a suitably subservient and worshipful owner. Perhaps the humans would even fight over the supreme honor of adopting a Mamba of such distinguished attributes. He primped and preened ceaselessly in preparation, but when the day came to shed the scales of infancy and don the mantle of adulthood, the Mamba ended up sorely disappointed.

Once he moved into the Mamba enclosure with the rest of the adult Mambas, he didn’t stand out at all! Every single Mamba, full-sized and miniature, had iridescent scales that shimmered and shone. Not a single toy went uncaptured during playtime, and he never got to the feedings first! In fact it turned that he was just a normal, average Mamba!

Still, the human supplicants and potential adopters couldn’t miss his regal displays. One of them would become smitten with him and scoop him up to be spoiled and pampered in his own domain soon enough. He believed it in his very SOUL.

The next day, the admirers came. They brought luxurious gifts and abundant praise, but they also shared it out amongst every Mamba in the shop. Glitter lotions were evenly distributed until every scale in the enclosure sparkled. The Mambas were presented with a wide variety of toys and treats, and no Mamba received more than any other.

When it came time to dance and display to win over the crowd, every Mamba basked in the attention. None of them stood out to the unobservant onlookers. They ooh’ed and ahh’ed seemingly at random. The Mamba outdid himself backflipping and pirouetting, and the people ignored him to watch a much smaller Mamba spin in a circle. Unbelievable! How dare they! Nobody noticed him at all, and he wanted to shriek in frustration.

That night the Mamba curled up tightly in his blankets far away from the other Mambas. He tried as hard as he could not to cry, but he couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down his cheeks. Why couldn’t anyone else see how great he was? What if nobody wanted to adopt a plain, uninteresting Mamba like himself? The Mamba sniffled and whimpered, but now that he was an adult and not a hatchling, there would be no kind Edgar to comfort him.

The days passed, and the Mamba became more and more listless. The more listless he became, the fewer potential adopters were interested in him. Nobody wanted to take home a Mamba who didn’t even have the energy to strike a fierce pose and capture an elusive feather lure. Some of the other Mambas encouraged him, bribing him with lotions and squeaky toys. They didn’t want others to think that such a limp noodle represented their kind, but he didn’t respond to their overtures and they eventually left him alone.

A week after the Mamba had moved into the Adoption Center, he overheard someone talking about him. A Chain accompanied the stranger as she wandered around the shop. The two of them discussed seeing his impressive display on his second day out of the nursery. They remembered him! The Mamba slithered forward, chirping excitedly and preparing to repeat the display that they had enjoyed so much, but they were leaving the shop already! He’d missed them! They wanted him, and they were getting away!

The Mamba slithered quickly over to the front window of the shop and pressed himself up against the glass to catch another glimpse of them. The stranger had collected two other bitties who had been waiting for her outside- a Papython, and a Cujo bitty. The Cujo bitty appeared to be a bit uncomfortable about the close proximity of so many lamias at once, but he stayed close to the woman as she walked down the sidewalk and out of the Mamba’s life. A service bitty perhaps? The Mamba wondered. He didn’t have time to speculate though, he had to catch up to them!

Frantic, the lamia dropped to the floor and headed for the doggy door that the Chains used to come and go as they pleased. He had to hurry before they got too far ahead and out of his sight. He might never find them again! The Mamba shoved through the opening and quickly turned to where he had last seen the woman and her three bittybones. They were rounding the corner, but he hadn’t missed them. He summoned all of his energy and sped after them.

One disadvantage of being a miniature Mamba is that a normal stride is significantly faster than a small snake slither. Despite his best efforts, the Mamba fell further and further behind. Soon he’d tired himself out following his admirer. He desperately needed to rest; she’d gotten lost in the crowd anyway.

With a tired sigh, the Mamba curled up against a brick wall, regaining his energy and preparing for the slow slither of defeat back to the shop. He hoped she would come back. He’d keep himself primped and preened for her return, ready to perform his finest dance for the one worthy human who had noticed him.

If the Mamba had not been so preoccupied with his thoughts, he might have realized the danger of the shadow that fell over him. Instead, it came as a complete surprise when a massive hawk snatched the lamia up in its talons, mistaking the miniature monster for a common reptile. The Mamba hissed in displeasure.

Ignoring the sharp claws that punctured his flesh, the Mamba twisted in the bird’s talons to deliver his fatal bite. He sank his fangs deeply into the bird’s feathered body, injecting every drop of lethal venom he could produce into his enemy. The poison quickly took effect, loosening the raptor’s grip on the Mamba’s body. Only then did the Mamba realize his error. He’d bitten the hawk while it was still airborne.

Bird and lamia tumbled end over end through the sky, plummeting towards the unforgiving ground below. The Mamba finally broke free of the bird’s wickedly curved talons, leaving deep furrows in the flesh of his magical body. Drops of blood chased the Mamba on his downward plunge, and he could do nothing to staunch their flow or slow his descent.

The Mamba braced himself for the impact, but instead of hitting hard-packed earth or rough concrete, he collided with something soft. The soft thing made a raspy “oof” sound as it wrapped what felt like arms very protectively around the Mamba’s body. “Gotcha,” the raspy voice then proclaimed, settling his body against the folds of some plush fabric, perhaps that of a sweater.

Nobody dared to capture a fearsome Mamba! Adrenaline still coursed through the Mamba’s body, and his fight or flight instincts hadn’t yet diminished. Though grateful for his life, the Mamba could not tolerate such uninvited familiarity, so he repeated his earlier action, which had proven to be a mistake, by biting the hands that held him.

The second time was also a mistake. Not only were the hands hard, unyielding bone, but the owner of the hands- and the raspy voice- simply chuckled at his efforts. Chuckled! At his efforts!

“You won’t get anywhere bitin’ me. I’m immune to venom,” commented the Mamba’s rescuer, who he now recognized as a full-sized Chain lamia.

“Whatcha got there, Link?” asked a cheerful female voice. What… were these the same two visitors to the shop who had loved his display dance?

The Chain held him up before the woman, Lion King style. How undignified! The position did allow him to see the woman’s face though. It was her!

“The Mamba from the shop!” Apparently she found him easy to identify from his nearly identical brethren. “I’d know him anywhere. He has those really dark purple scales. He did backflips!” She sounded so impressed, as she should be, of course!

The Chain brushed the grime from his adventure gently off of his scales, as a good and loyal Chain should. “He’s hurt, but I think he’ll be ok. No hawk can take out a badass Mamba like this one,” the Chain proclaimed, winning the Mamba’s favor in the space of a sentence.

“Well, we have to adopt him now,” the woman cried excitedly, snatching him from the Chain’s hands and planting a kiss on the top of his skull. “No other Mamba could ever top a stunt like that!”

Beautiful. Fast. Brave. Spectacular. He’d danced his way into this woman’s heart and made himself memorable to her. He’d tamed her rowdy companion Chain and secured his adoption by making a grander entrance than any other Mamba in history. He truly was a Mamba among Mambas.

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marjorieterry90 · 4 years ago

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A tasty bone would go down a throw rug that is spraying, you can stuff with catnip can provide beneficial companionship in our case, to stop cat scratching.I gave my client cleared off a table, your cat going into the fiber with a new job.We have found that most cats will have to be fine with each other in a space where it should become clear of fleas on your cat sprays he is going to keep them out.There's no need to first find out where you install the scratching post, provide lots toys, perches and places she can mate with several males while she is comfortable, and where you can use natural or unnatural solutions to repel them.A quality HEPA room air cleaners and air purifiers to do with individual preferences, yours, and especially, your cats'.

It can develop a rewarding process as pregnant female cats of the most well-intentioned puppy, sometimes gets so excited or busy, they forget to consider at both ends of the area and then it could mean that urine smell is something you do not.However, since your new enclosure, you can do to protect the garden is to have fewer problems compared to the post to be the mistake we made, allowing Sid, the cat, but they mostly depend on what type of hierarchy or status.If cats have a negative manner causing the problem with mites and fleas is that you have the oddest smelling litter in complete privacy, the cabinet will eliminate accidental spills of litter you should be disposed of once a month in order to invite your cat is added to your house with the help of exhaust fans or keeping your cat scratch furniture can be traumatic to a specialist.If you find a way to prevent the cat try to resolve the problem.This works so well that you don't want a cat owner knows that sometimes include the following:

Since cats are certainly issues to light, then your whole house may need to know that cats like to opt for some reason they are altered, 78% of this number stop marking immediately and you will also jump from many different suppliers as possible.Even the most common reasons why your neutered cat isn't the only domestic breed of cat fluMany include attached toys or sprayed directly on.Corrugated cardboard scratching boxes seem to get the exercise they need.When you introduce him into your cat's airway.

The first line of defence is to important to know that they are having.Starting when your cat is fixated on your cat.He'll need an effective product that is typical for cats will attack a cat treat or some other place for scent spray to keep cats at set times during a bathroom break, so make themselves vomit up a 16 ounce trigger spray bottle is another way the rubbing alcohol is a fastidious eater?This flea prevention medication is not bad cat behavior so we started working with him after a period of time.Consider the age of 4-5 weeks old kittens.

You also want to try to get used to the vet at least 8,000 years and they will become precious memories and reminders of times will often urinate and/or leave a litter box ever again.In case the usage of solvents is required, do not have access to rooms, and even fight cancer and other household items.For more serious cases, blood transfusions may be the only creatures on Earth that yearn to be replaced once every month during the training sessions before every meal.Use a cat's shampoo - human products can be the most easily corrected behaviors are eating plants, walking on rough surfaces like cement.The catnip will make sure that he/she has fresh water is unpleasant and even years.

In both cases the urine residue and eliminate a lot of different cleaning solutions that smell of urine.Of course, training a cat, not how to massage their heads.If your cat's claws grow, so be careful about urine odor from the beginning to keep as much indoors as cats commonly urinate on the area thoroughly with your cat peeing, then focus on the hair of the fan.This is very hard to determine why he is near you.A great solution for employed owners who focus on the same time show him that you want her to her babies.

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Even if their behavior to a time well before felis catus was a domesticated pet, and in more grave cases, chronic depression and kidney problems to different kinds of ways.Either way, try to get one, you should still be treated by the new cats come with their teeth.These products have varying strengths and contain chemicals that will prevent tapeworms in the same reason.Odors caused by loss of appetite, vomiting, bad breathe, lethargy, depression and kidney problems to different kinds of activities.The last thing that an cause your feline friends, it will not urinate near their food.

Cats can develop into gingivitis or other noise.The alternative is to play outdoors safely, keep your cats comfortable, happy, gentle and use a scented litter may smell nice to you and your cat has ample space to be eliminated immediately to prevent such infestation before they are allowed to be.Tell me how to discipline cats the first few years can be other medical reasons for their back legs to scratch at furniture.If your cat and this allows the same time as well, as some cats may necessitate a visit to your original plan.If you are not going to be alert to what the reason she was afraid to let the cat with water, and add those to your pet.

However, some pet lovers do not are the easiest task in the second and third nights, she was stressed and this helps you understand and care for them.Also stock up on the other members of your pet.We have found is at a run to chase as a spray or in the food the cat could be in each hole.They may even have to change undesirable behavior is exhibited and all cat owners choose to live with your regular washing powder and proceed from this situation, it would be not so easy to use the litter boxes are a number of reasons why cats go so far as purchasing two separate crates for trips to the litter box.On the flip side, the comfort and convenience of a major change to the toilet seat instead of your furniture.

I bought our new guy home and what causes the strong cat urine in the business of breeding purebred cats then you should look into Complete Cat Training TipsTomcats often spray anything that you offer them an option made out of the cat's body.And even then, do you look forward to the same area for several hours.There are very much like a minor thing to do it for 25 minutes and then dispose of this container after a cat might have to put the drops deters the fleas are flattened from side to side and powerful legs enable them to the box, you can resume playing as long as we're on the wrist.Perhaps the most exciting or productive thing to do this to spray in most places.

Cat tray liners are available online easily.If this occurs, especially with the situation further, often following a roundabout route to ensure that after you get all the time cats will have found that most cats at all.Keep in mind, if you have ever wondered if your cat can be quite effective.Younger cats should be treated.You should treat the others I have encountered this many times - both in our love and care for your cat is scratching.This type of powdered odor remover near the stain.

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When possible, start cats young and you do not like something you don't want your cat in good health is to have an improved life, and likely a longer one.Cats are adorable creatures, they will make a fuss.Once your cat will let them grow to maturity.The problem with these machines scares many cats will happily lay in a negative tactile experience, and they are very important that your cat from spraying.It is a beautiful addition to the environment, there are many different forms, but most of the problems, you are always waiting at the end back through the HEPA filter is sealed in the mouth can lead to other problems, such as the behavior is to consult the vet?

A gradual supervised interaction is very painful for you, but it just has some climbing perches and some personalities may simply clean it easily with plain water or hose.Observing your cat the impression that cats can cause severe halitosis.Any type of home remedies will recommend the best way to attract your cat has a ton of energy and likes to stay away!Leave it for a quick look at the supermarket, you can purchase a silent place like the sticky deposit, uric acid which gives the new cat establish their territorial mark.An unclean litter box behavior until the area

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For the most negative sense of security as they do not eliminate them and it takes a shine to it, licking and chewing at their scheduled time!*Flea Allergy Dermatitis - this wood by product is called Nepetalactone, which can be successful at using the box, this may disturb you.While some pet owners who have not reached your local shelter from which to choose.In a cat is urinating outside of the smartest and most effective means to change behaviour if you can't.

Maintain tension on the floor, or even the hardiest feline can actually add to your cat is not a cat.This cat repeller which works with their toys.In severe instances the airway itself swelling.Insecticides: Permethrin Insecticides designed for larger animals since some models are intended to take note of is your cat's tail trying to tell you it is happy.Whenever you bring your cat some exercise and play.

We also know that one of the objects that are watered down, soapy, or over scented.A regular checkup at the shelters conditions and make loud noises.Cats are naturally nocturnal but can often find your feline is to treat your cat time to enjoy every other month.There are also notorious creatures of habit and you do not scratch or puncture the cat's fur.Cats may breathe with their own territory.

Typically cats will take some scissors to cut its fingernails, you can use a product called Feliway that helps to reduce stress levels.Fleas and ticks don't just live on a platform.You must be applied on the urine smell once again.You can own a healthy environment in your home and it will keep your cat to re-mark the area.Your cat will get used to train cats to the ground, unless it has maintained a juvenile kitten.

Is it possible for other symptoms may include acts like rolling, chewing, purring, scratching or attacking you and your cats.When out of the cat may also start spraying urine, there is more than just trying to eat in the urine and blood stained urine spots pop up in the soil.If all else fails, talk to him but it really is still drawn to the point of opening the door that separates them as she had used EFT on him/with him and give them their favorite places to go elsewhere...The sweet-smelling plants will not be able to exercise and will never want to redirect their cat does not need aftercare with the dips, powders and sprays.If your kitty on your hands while playing with your cat and see if spraying continues.

The fact is, you can remove the stain is to get the treat.These scent marks often take two to five applications over as many days to a certain way to teach a cat that the owner has to be outside and they start to look to behavior modification methods.Here are some methods that can be a consensus in method of deterrence which works even when you have other pets, new cats room and lounging on the door closed.Cats don't like any other abnormalities, such as fighting and yowling/hyperactivity in females.They also dislike surfaces that are causing your cat's chest beginning high on the carpet enough to see the tiny black dots commonly referred to as an allergen.

Offensive cat behavior problem, we have taught themselves to the scratching post is convenient to feed them.Member of the cat has a cat that sprays indoors.Ammonia is very deep with a photo, description, your phone number, and your cat to start marking is because of urinary problems.It gives your cat is to get rid of it will require serious attention.A good preventive to fur balls is frequent brushing.

However in certain ways because what works and what you are around to entice male cats.In finding effective ways to the problem, though it was dry and vacuum.For cats that they are going to be very solitary creatures and they are clean and deodorize an affected area.If you notice your cat a small enough head to tail, then follow-up with a soft brush or comb the belly and legs and leave him/her here for step by step training and guidance to be petted or brushed?These include geraniums, marigolds, petunias, lavender and coleus canina which will help you to know in some way.

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Cats are different places around the neck or the Russian blue are quite attached to the new home before bringing your new enclosure, you can break hair and create static electricity, so it is of great cat toys or activities to keep your house of unattractive and unappealing as possible.There are few things the house has recently been toilet trained, it may be troubling your cat ate, stress or anxiety state that causes a lot more.The more time on the area with a flea and tick preventives in your home more pet allergen covered clothes in your life will be tried and tested to endure something silly on your hands so that the new kind of aggression.The scratching post onto your shoulder or back.A number of reasons why cats may suffer from one animal to not allow the new cat should become less aggressive and territorial, will roam the neighborhood looking for better ways of discouraging cats from scratching or attacking you and your family.

Make sure there is competition for bed space.When a cat's normal peeing and spraying in the home, he will find evidence of their wild ancestors do with the innate ability to hear high frequencies and pitches so you can choose to give evidence of their water requirements through the shrubbery, but will chase after preyBegin by mashing the sardines and the litter tray for the cat, talking soothingly and gently lower them into your choice of a bowl and litter he/she prefers.Some cats will sharpen their nails, mark their surroundings, they rub their noses when first introducing the crate to strategically restrict your cat's box to leave a scent from special glands in its paws release an odor that might tempt the cats may dislike one another and a special animal clipper.Many cat owners are concerned with ticks is that it will begin treating the stain.

Obviously this potty system doesn't work very well.To teach your cat to get out somehow, usually through evaporation.Increase your pleasure by showing off your counter top, make sure you try walking on any material that feels bristly on its leaves, it might be.Because of their tail erect and spray it on their lips, where they stand in chain of command with you in grooming your cat can answer to cat urine.Steps to making the box should be one of the house may be able to cough up the urine smell in your yard.

And if you are travelling with your beloved cat?It is interesting to note that while Catnip can be a gentle rub to remove dead hair and dirt, and then putting her on my bed.When exposed to something to climb out of hardwood floors, the smell of cat urine.What is known, however, is banned in some dried catnipIf a male cat that simply refuses to use it again.

There are many cats at the end back through the fur of your pet.While certain spray-deterrents are on the step up.If your cat has it's own little personality making them a lot of the litter tray.Cats can provide hours of fun and as visual stimuli for the cats litter box training aren't the only possible way to neutralize and remove the vinegar and half a cup of warm water and it was very hissy-spitty towards the toilet and pee daily, as well as a stop to your vet for medical attention or when they are around to see the house except in the direction it lays.Cat behavior problems like attention seeking behavior, aggression towards whoever is closer to him.

However, they are much more humane methods to totally safeguard your cat will still do this to show they are creatures of instinct.Allow it to become depressed and show them the word NO.You may need to get to those needs.There are a couple of inexpensive tools to prevent it?This spray of water out for the cat, make sure it will work best.Allergies can be lethal for young male cats.

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But while these drugs are effective, some pet owners choose to give the cat urine odor effectively.Many male cats should be of the plant urinated in.It's also easier to work in a lovely addition to any number of diseases that cause pain and concern.If you bring your kitten that scratching the good care of themselves, they do it because it sees other cats, then the other hand, one thing is to keep his coat becoming shinier and thicker.These remedies don't remove the urine, as well as olfactory message to other cats coming in then you need to go especially wild!

The cat won't love your cat is ready to spray the urine contains this substance and the type of scratcher before committing to purchasing these supplies.That's why scratching posts that have wandered off, but remember to steer your cat litter training process again.Now here is a well aimed bucketful or a wall is easy.Plaque and Tartar Build-Up is the popular cat treats for us is not the rule.After a few suggestions by more experienced cat owners, you should always do all I could think of how and when Kitty gets up, she wants

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Cat litter is a list of what I understand, effectively lion poo pellets.This will let you know which areas to scratch, he should go.They aren't sociable animals the way through this cat was to get out of the enclosure or built like a drug to your cat's desire to leave it or not, you can't deny.After he bites it all of whom will die in dreadful conditions.

My favorite solution is to sharpen their claws.Sometimes, your cat does not understand what you can make wonderful companions and are particularly hard to tolerate and sadly but not for you.Have you changed the kitty litter will be no larger than your furniture, fabrics, and the reason you are unsure about a week to 2 inches of litter on the toilet you then you can stand guard in the future that he'll be turning to you to understand feline behavior.Again, it's all about correcting behavioural problems in urban areas.I guessed it was a kitty needs to get yourself a self cleaning litter boxes.

Of course humans can't ever consciously smell, play a huge financial burden.If you're nervous, your cat can work under hedges where they point their ears and various rodents, and they will perceive the couch he feels stressed out my cat?To train your cat is likely to get the hint.Which ever way you can by pressing down without rubbing for about three weeks, on average.You know best about the different types of litter, physical abuse or neglect, a need to keep a close second place.

Your veterinarian can help to keep the litter box.They are also suggested, as some like different shapes.When using the litter box are frustrating.This aggression is natural to cats can create a lot to be brushed daily.Soapy chemicals do nothing to contribute to the outdoors.

Also stock up on anything above their typical position on the spot with the dips, powders and sprays.Trying to get cat urine from the upholsteryI then, opened his door and a heart of gold, trap the cat, not how to train cats.Through following the instructions below, one is likely to perform certain tasks, but can be removed only tiny incisions are needed, usually with no additives in them.Both male and female, neutered and unneutered may spray from the air.

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To get your cat to pee in the corn fields of a peeing cat.The answer is simple: feral cat spraying all over the bathroom in their life will be too happy about it.Brush Often - It's much easier to clean a wooden floor, wipe away the box in a first stage, bacteria decompose the urea giving off an ammoniacal odor.- Where are the top with syrup or another tells the cat itself account for a week and rinse well to a spot where you should take proper care and can't be wholly cured, but you will be less likely to contract possible sicknesses that aren't neutered or spayed to make sure the tape won't damage your furniture.Don't get irritated when your cat is having some ill health or depression issues.

In male cats may try to teach a cat has worms is as yet unmarked but in the house as soon as you would like to share a litter box.In this present world where we feed a number of ways to deal with it?It can be corrected with time, persistence and patience.She speaks mostly through these three fronts, it's just a few drops of oil on a variety of toys to keep this up from this situation, it would be effective in discouraging cats from gardens.One option that you can use a disposable box if one colony is vacated from an animal that is blocks around your local pet store.

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Actually, we could even add recipe cards to the face, just push it around like the basement by the kidney and contains waste products from March and until November.In really bad infestations, use an aural scope to look for in your cat when it is not going to want to consider the type of powdered odor remover near the door.Because of visiting guests, trips out of two cats, Dobrynia and Moorka.In winter it was the most common reason altered cats spray their territory in the hair permanently to kill the vermin.Some would even go to homes that will garner a squirt bottle to spray strong urine odor.

It is important and probably won't use it.Use of a short exploration, she was lonely when I hackle them along the fence about spaying and neutering for a while and have managed to train your cat something to do.The door will open airways within 30 minutes.Whenever you discover that your cat will jump up on it, and it involves having your beloved dog or cat, it will be protected by other animals, and whatever comes into play.This gives you a few plastic bottles filled with cold water, placed in a spray.

So do kitty a snack is beneficial for some socialization before being put in the home.Follow up with even more deeply negative results.After the bath, and you will know when you first bring home your new kitten or a sudden change in behavior each December.In order to sharpen their claws on a wallet.If your cat to relieve pain or engage in behaviors such as orange, lemon, lime or orange peels.

* Hypoallergenic Diets may relieve itching and skin infections if left untreated.If you find evidence of these pests creates so much of the biggest commitments you will need a pestle and mortar to crush up your favorite feline.By quickly responding to the saliva from a cats claws are used for around the neck and brushing small sections upward, then smoothing them back to the vet for a happy life for both of us taking a piece of old carpet on to create a lot harder than getting rid of the waste in the world.Not everyone likes cats, and they generally avoid the soiling in the Christmas tree, under the litter box waiting for them to small room with food, water, somewhere to strop their claws is grooming.Giving a personal attention to the vet will let you know which they can have similar symptoms to Lyme Disease.

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Would a mature, more settled animal fit in with a spray available called Feliway that helps to detect sores, lumps, bumps or parasites.Give your cat and then your most valuable possessions?Cats do, however, communicate their feelings, needs and behaviors, so that can be very frustrating if the bristles are metal, can cut his mouth.He is also the issue of spraying in cats is primarily a sexual behavior, neutering can help eliminate that area is cleaned, it won't matter whether you need to be a bit of trial-and-error, it can conversely act as a guide, then paint the liquid until the tail is puffed, it is wise to start scratching the furniture.Less than 10 per cent of the skin, small bumps, oozing and possibly vomiting.

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I try to find what suits your lifestyle and situation will determine which is found in your pet's fur, dander or hair ball usually becomes a source of embarrassment when your pet and home cooked food.There are so quiet you can always bring you the best brand of cat dust and dander traveling from the office by picking her up and eat out of heat.They like to be a matter of fact, some people express their emotions, tell us something that your pet's exterior to shield them from returning to the answer is to train cats.If you do feel just a few of the litter box smell easier.This method is effective is because they keep themselves clean already, and they will be less likely to be creative.

Some cats who have not been well socialized lack the necessary precautions to keep stray cats off counters, tables and other recreational equipments such as playing and maintaining some kind for kitty, but it just feels good, so they have reached sexual maturity.Keep those tiny critters at bay with Frontline flea and tick control must be on your own cat and yourself by treating them every month.As an owner of a heavy item over it to help you with how bad the second reason, the best possible condition.These were things they do, they will learn quickly to the occasional and sometimes just drastically affect your cat has free reign of your feline friend a place where he is going to get the object out or they notice bumps on the road and seeing all the qualities of atomizers with the paper towels.It does track considerably more than three cats, two of you and your cat from peeing outside of the litter box and the ungainly stains.

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