#i hear her little meow and my heart grows 3 sizes

[orcelito]

I would give anything for my little Tally. I've absolutely loved seeing her personality again. I love hearing her yowling at 2 am. This is not sarcasm, I genuinely do. She's such a baby. I went to the bathroom without her so she's crying out to the whole apartment trying to find where I went. So I call back to her, and then I hear her meows Approaching... and then she's with me once more, here to shadow me, bc she loves sitting next to me while I'm on the toilet. She was sitting next to me while I was folding laundry, too. She's such a sweet baby and I love her so much.

She's the cat that I mentioned was curled up on my lap and purring earlier. SUCH a sweetheart.

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[icharchivist]

Any cat stories from the past :3

Also cute kitties >.< I am sending them affection

I have quite a few! we used to have so many cats when i was a kid (when my parents divorced they were given away though so dlfdlfd)

Our first cat was Virgule (which means Comma in french). She was named this way because her tail had the shape of a comma. She was a grumpy, queen cat, who would always defend her territory. She was the kind of cat who would come at you and start clawing you so you would pet her. If you stopped petting her before she was satisfied, she would claw you again. So you keep petting her, terrified. Until, when she had enough, she would claw you again before leaving. This cat left us with so many scars.

One day we were hanging out near the house when two big dogs who escaped their home came and started to growl at us. Virgule was a big cat, but even there, smaller than them - but she still started to chase them away. Queen.

Virgule knew how to open doors AND close curtains and she would use her powers to her own selfish needs.

I don't really have much memories of our second and third cats bc they died when i was very young dhfldf

Fourth cat was called Perle (translation: Pearl). She was quite a diva. My sister basically just found her as a kitty and brought her home with her without telling our parents. I still remember my mom coming to the room we were in to say hi, then freeze, and go "why is Virgule brown. And Small." (Virgule was very white.) My sister didn't let my mom any time to protest and just like that we had another cat. We also had a small Maltese dog named Little then. Little was terrified of Virgule, but Perle was a kitten and Little started to really mom her around instead. They were inseparable. (i should also mention for size: Little was smaller than Virgule.)

Our Fifth Cat was found in a pretty similar way. My sister was told to never, ever bring cat home again. The cat was named Chanel because my sister is fancy like that and "ahah Chanel number 5". Perle was super upset at Chanel entering our lives, especially because Little suddenly decided to mom Chanel instead and started to growl at Perle when Perle got too close. The cat ended up running away because of that (but apparently she was adopted by a neighbor and she's still thriving).

The biggest problem with Chanel was that my sister also nicknamed "Kikette" which is like a way to say "little dick" and the problem is that at some point Chanel only answered to being called "Kikette". At some point she ran off to the neighbor's garden and my mom was panicked, ran after her, and kneeled down near the neighbor's bush and started going "Kikette my kikette where are you my kikette!" and it took her like. 10 seconds to realize what the fuck she was saying trying to say and she has cursed my sister over it for so long.

Anyway "Chanel will be our last cat" or top ten words said before a disaster because you forgot to sterilize her. She got pregnant with 4 kittens and she gave birth in my sister's bed at 3am (my sister had to like. call me whispering next door to go look for Mom's because she couldn't move Chanel was GIVING BIRTH on her.) the four kitties were too cute and we didn't have the heart to let go of them, so we kept them. Because the mom was named Chanel, the kittens were named Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabanna. Dolce & Gabbana were really alike as kittens (pitch black kittens), though Gabbana was the only male cat we ever had.

Those four kitties were walking disasters. Gabbana became well known for being the cuddliest kitty in the whole house and would always be cuddling Little at all time. Dolce was a diva who would often stick to her mom. Prada was pissing everywhere. Gucci was the dumbest cat you've ever met.

One thing to know is that Virgule didn't like sharing territories, but this cat was so fucking terrifying that every cats bowed in front of the queen. (she was also so old so that helped).

One day, apparently, Virgule and Chanel were both hanging on the parasol near the swimming pool and whatever happened there, Chanel slipped and fell in the swimming pool. In the 10 seconds that followed, her 4 kittens started running from different corner of the house to her, meowing like their lives depended on it. Chanel got out of the swimming pool on her own while all the kitties were trying to lick her dry.

Like i mentioned though Gucci was dumb as rocks: it's the cat we've seen trying to run and "jump out" of a closed window, totally smashing her face on the glass.... twice.... in a row....

Another day we heard a big BANG in the kitchen followed by the weakest "meow....." and when we ran to see what happened, it turned out that Gucci had tried to enter the 10kg dryfood pack we had against the wall from the top of it, and got stuck into it, her paws caught in holes she made in the pack.

Those are the stories that come out at the top of my head at least. I was 13 when we got separated unfortunately so it was so long ago dlfhdlkfjdl i forgot so many stories.

My sister got a cat since she lives alone that's called Cachemire (Cashmere) that my sister keep calling "Casse-couilles" instead ("breaker of balls" which is how you call someone who truly annoys you). She is ALSO a diva (i think it may be my Sister making that happen) but i haven't really lived with Cachemire so i don't know her as well. All i can say though is that she's a pro at the very popular "decide to have a funny silly feral little time in the middle of the night" and the one time i spent one week catsitting for my sister was how you learn to grow away from "gasp??? is that a ghost???" when you hear a weird sound, and instead develop the keen way to go "what the FUCK ARE YOU DOING" at 5am.

that's all that i have coming up on top of my head at least DLKFJDFLKJDF

so yeah kitties :3c

[xsunqueensx]

Sun Queens- “Departure”

“My head is fucking killing me.” Amerrah said blocking the sun from her eyes. “I thought you might say that, here drink up.” Na’eva stood holding a glass of pure poison. “Nope, no way. I’m not drinking that death in a cup!” Her older sister sighed, “You have a two day journey by boat; do you really want to take your drinking spell along to?” Amerrah’s kicked her feet and held out an arm, she still refused to look into the light. “It’s just ginger, garlic and egg whites, right?” She asked holding her nose and raising the glass to her lips. “No ma’am, it’s strawberry, pineapple and mango.” Na’eva said lying through her teeth. “Mhmmm, I wish.”

A wretched sound came from deep within Ameerah, “I’m gonna- o-oh god!” She grabbed the leftover food bowl that laid at her bedside and emptied her stomach. “Better?” Her sister asked rubbing her back. “A little”, Ameerah said between heaves. “I’ll have your ladies bring some lavender, rose, honey and chamomile tea; that’ll settle your stomach.”

After a several more stomach empties and a good hot cup of tea, Ameerah made her way to the bath. The warm lick of the water was just what she needed. She submerged herself for a few seconds and let the scent of honey and vanilla engulf her.

She couldn’t believe that this would be the last time she’d set foot in bath here for a good while. Ameerah racked her brain trying to recall just what Kydith’s castle looked like. Visions of their golden gate flooded her mind, ocean and the old wine cellar she used to play hide-n-seek in. Ameerah scrubbed her hair thoroughly. She wondered, would she just fit right in? Would she just be accepted by her people? Ameerah had been trained from infancy to be prepared for any outcome but, she couldn’t help but ponder. “That’s what makes a good queen.” She could practically see her father etching that statement into her with a knife and hammer. She smiled and took a quick swim around the bath; Father had been so patient and loving with her. A lady stepped forward with a all black robe and presented it with a curtesy. “Thank you Breanne. Ameerah tied the bow and headed to be dressed and fed.

“Ah, so I see you survived?” Said the kind king eating a fluffy pastry for breakfast. “Yea, something like that...” Ameerah responded, trying to find the appetite to eat something from the table. “Unfortunately, I’ve trained you in every way but wine; this is one lesson you’ll have to learn on your own.” Ameerah smiled, “Trust me when I say I only need one lesson.” A servant came and filled her glass with water. There was a part of her that wanted to drink but, the other half of her wanted nothing but to lay still. Laila’s paws patted across the tiled floor of the dining hall, she let out a loud yawn. “Good morning you, I haven’t seen you all evening; what have you been up to?” The sweet animal laid it’s head upon it’s owners lap. “Still no answer I see, you seem mighty suspicious missy.” Ameerah said scratching underneath the animals chin and earning a mighty loud purr. “Papa, what time does my fleet depart?” The king cut a slice of lamb and dipped it into a whipped cranberry drizzle with with chestnuts. “A little before noon, does that suit you my queen.” Ameerah rolled her eyes playfully, “Yes father. You know I’m going to miss our breakfasts together, right?” The king felt his heart ache at the comment. “Dearest , you know you can always write to me, and I to you?” Of course she knew that but, sharing quality time just meant more. “I know, you’ll probably receive a letter from me everyday for about a year.” The two continued in their conversation and ate, breakfast was delightful. “Well, I guess it’s time to get ready, Papa I’ll see you in a bit!” Ameerah gave her father a kiss and left him with his thoughts. “Your highness, the military is almost boarded; we’ve taken inventory of all the armament.” King Okoro nodded, “And what of the transported goods?” “As requested, we’re importing grain, medicine, fabrics and building materials. The boats have been fully stocked, we’ll be ready to depart shortly highness. “Good, and the animals?” The servant smiled, “Already accounted for, their quarters have been prepared for their needs. The chef has their menu already prepared.” The King gave a big smile, “Good. Good.”

Na’eva followed her pet tiger around aimlessly, she hadn’t been able to think clearly since last night. “The ground is going to swallow you whole if you keep pacing like that.” Jamison said, she hadn’t even heard him approach her, “God damnit, you startled me!” She said pushing his chest out of instinct. “Princess, what has you so preoccupied? Is it what took you away from dinner yesterday?” “No, I told you it was just business; what brings you here?” Na’eva said trying to settle her features. “What am I doing here? It’s the courtyard, not your chambers princess.” He cocked an eyebrow as he circled her curiously. “Ah, right. Well, good afternoon; I need to finish getting ready for the trip.” Jamison stopped himself from reaching for her, “We have 2 days, I’ll figure your little secret out.” he said to himself as he watched her ass sway away from him. Na’eva had always been a bad liar, her sister teased her constantly. “I need more practice huh, Sofia?” The sweet animal only looked at her and continued her stroll. “Ameerah, are you ready?” Na’eva called just outside of her chamber door. “As ready as I’ll ever be, come in!” Ameerah stood before her in a pretty pale pink dress, “Oh wow look at you!” Ameerah’s sister said, mouth relatively close to the floor.

“Yeah yeah yeah, you love the pink.” Ameerah said straightening her cape. “Well, father is waiting-come on.” Na’eva wrapped her arms around her sister and guided her to the door. A few of the servants were still loading the trunks in her room. “I wonder how grand your new bedroom will be? Oh, do you think the king has a big bed for the two of you to roll around in?” Na’eva asked, “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you sis.” The two kept walking toward the back of the palace, “I’m serious! Oh, you’ll have to tell me all about the consummation- what gown are you going to wear?” Ameerah put a finger to her sister’s lips, “Shhhhhh, there are people present! And, I don’t know I have it narrowed down to 8....” the two laughed. “Well, we have 3 days to figure it out, “Hmmm, maybe something silk?” Na’eva said sizing her sister up. “Gowns are silly anyway, it’s not like they ever stay on long to begin with.” Ameerah said as she kept walking leaving her sister in awe. “OoOoOoHHHhhh~, wait how do we know!?” Ameerah never once responded although she could clearly hear her. “HELLO?” Na’eva cried chasing after her.

The ride into the city was lovely but, arriving into port was breathtaking.

This part of town was always packed with people shopping, buying, selling and bargaining. Thear was known for it’s port, thousands of people passed through it’s water’s each day, this allowed many to experience something new almost everyday. Ameerah recognized a few faces from the day before, it was heartwarming. “Woah” Ameerah said looking upon her fleet, the ships were massive. The king was sending 20 of their battleships along with 800 men; the sight was impressive. The carriage came to a halt and the guards opened the door, “Thank you.” The new queen said straightening her dress. ”Ameerah come, I have one other gift for you.” King Okoro said, reaching for his youngest daughter. He walked with her towards the ship, “I think you’ll like it.” Ameerah could only smile, she had no clue what was up his sleeve. Her father was known to spoil them but, what on earth could he have in mind? The king gestured to one of the crewmen and suddenly he was holding a yawning baby cheetah cub. “OH PAPA!! YOU DIDN’T????!!!!!” Ameerah quickly left her father’s side and bolted towards the precious feline. The crewman handed over the kitten, it’s soft warm belly poked through Ameerah’s fingers. She starred at her newest pet and it starred right back.

The cat’s eyes were bright and curious, it’s nose sniffed at it’s owner. A gentle meow left it’s lips and the Ameerah cuddled it close. “THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE HER!” The king placed a kiss on his daughter’s head, much like she usually did to him. In that instant, her father went blurry. All of the excitement of the last few weeks really hit her. Her father was kissing her goodbye, she hated saying goodbye. “Papa, I,I-“, The king hugged his daughter close, “Hush now, I already know.” He said. “It’s a father’s dream to watch his daughter grow into a woman, and for me a queen. I wish your mother was here, she’d be so proud. It’s uncanny how much you look like her. You’re ready Meerah.” A tear slipped past her chin, he hadn’t called her that in so long. “I’m just really going to miss you papa.” She sniffed. The king cradled her chin softly and wiped her face. “My dear I’m only a couple of days away but, my heart is always with you- remember that.” He bore that last comment into her eyes. Ameerah swallowed, “Yes Papa, I will.” The two hugged one another for a few more moments until the king spoke again, “Now go, your kingdom awaits; you wouldn’t want to be late on your first day?” The surrounding crowd chuckled, the king kissed the back of his daughter’s hand. “I love you princess.” He winked. “I love you too Papa.” Ameerah took a deep breath and entered the ship. “Don’t get into too much trouble, you hear me?” King Okoro said, causing both Jamison and Na’eva to respond with an immediate “Yes sir.” The king raised his eyebrows at the both of them and shook his head. “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks father.” Na’eva jumped to place kiss to his forehead.” With both of his daughters boarded the king waited for the fleet to depart. The crowd waved furiously as the ship started on it’s new journey. Two familiar faces blew kisses off the back of the ship and the King fought the urge to cry. No doubt he had seen many things in this lifetime, he had overcome a great deal of trials but; this by far was the greatest...Telling his daughter goodbye.

[pandabearlikes]

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o5. Summer 1996        

Unrestrained, the two of us passionately kiss.  Our heads bobble against one another as we unleash our sinful emotions.  I almost choke from holding my breath for so long.  Fumbling, I round my arms around to unclasp my bra but Junmyeon grips onto my wrist.  He props himself up.

“You’re drunk…” my lover notes.

“I’m not,” I counter, though, truthfully…I’m starting to see images in double.

Hushing me, Junmyeon gets off the bed and starts to tuck me in under the blankets.  

“Kim.  Jun.  Myeon.  Do you want to be my lover?” I toss out the bold question through my gibberish.  

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you while you’re like this…” he reasons as he finally subdues me enough to stop thrashing the covers off.  I whimper and roll around, greeting him with my bare back.  With a soft chuckle, Junmyeon traces a heart along my skin and seals his feelings with a kiss.  I shudder and go in and out of consciousness.  My body feels as though it’s floating in mid-air.

My guardian spends the next few minutes quietly admiring my cherubic facial features.  They’ve matured a lot since he first laid his eyes on me, but to him, I’m still as beautiful as ever…if not more so now.  

“You still like him, don’t you?” Junmyeon says, almost sadly while brushing his thumb across my temple.  He recalls the giddy little girl chasing after a cute older boy.  

Soft sniffles morph into whimpers.  A quiet pearl rolls down the corner of my eye.  Junmyeon catches it with his finger, letting the cool liquid disperse back into the Heavens.  Leaning over, he plants a loving kiss on the center of my forehead, hoping to alleviate the grimace plaguing my angelic face.  

“Su...ho…” I softly sob.  Junmyeon freezes.  “Suho,” I repeat, this time clearer.  Distilled liquid wavers in his twin orbs as he grabs hold of my outstretched hands.  “Please…” I weep in my sleep, “…don’t separate us…”

“Ring-a-round the rosie, a pocket full of posies…Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!” little kiddies sing as they skip, hand-in-hand, in circles.  

The youngest of the bunch, a little girl with pigtails and a baby blue dress, is too late to fall down.  She stands in her spot, innocently turning her head from left and right.

"Argh!  She’s so stupid,” one insults.

The little girl blinks and tries to take the older girls’ hands again to retry the game.  With an annoyed sigh, they sing and try to run in circles again but the baby’s steps are much smaller and slower due to her size.  Again, she fails to comply with the game rules.  

“You’re so stupid!” the older female jeers and pushes the younger child down onto the floor.  Her baby skin soils in wet mud and she burst into tears.  “Haha!  There.  Finally down!  Now go!” the mean girl shoos.  Her group of friends kick dirt onto the girl; some pick rotten berries from the nearby tree to throw at her.

“Minseok Oppa!!!” she calls and runs off.  Her stubby legs only make it a short distance before she falls onto the ground.  “Min…seok…Oppa?” she murmurs as she watches the residential cute boy playing on the big-kid slide with an older girl.  The little girl’s parents had entrusted the boy to watch out for her, but he’s too busy to notice her.  

“Minseok Oppa…” she innocently stumbles up to the blocked off area.

“Yah!  Careful!  Go away!” he hisses and waves her away, “You’re too young to be here.  Go play elsewhere.”

Lips ripple, “Oppa, they pushed me—“

“What?  Who—“

“Minseok-yah!  Let’s go down the slide again!” the oblivious older girl grabs Minseok’s hand and pulls him away.  He watches as the little girl lowers her head, turns around, and waddles away.  When he finally shakes his friend’s grasp away, the girl is already gone.

Though only a toddler, the young girl already resorts to hiding in secluded places by herself whenever she feels as though she’s about to cry.  She learns it from all the times she hears her parents fighting at home; she thinks that in the dark, people can’t see her, therefore, they can’t hurt her.  Today, in this foreign atmosphere, she discovers her safe haven within a street trashcan.  

Everything is pitch black and it’s cold.  She starts to cry - though still reserved and quiet because she’s still scared to get caught.  And then, she starts to release her suppressed emotions about the recent bully event and more-so the fact that her Minseok Oppa disregarded her.  Her small body starts to convulse and the sudden onslaught of sobs cuts her air short.  Frightened, she stands up, reaches her baby arms over her head, and tries to open the lid but it won’t budge.  She gasp and tries again but it’s locked.

“Ma…” she thinks about shouting but remembers her skewed impression that in the dark she’s invisible and no one can hear her; thus, no one will find her.  Shivering, she falls back down onto the base of the trashcan, rolls herself into a ball, and starts to quietly sob to herself.

“Meow…” a friendly sound echoes within the container.  

Peeping her head out, the girl spots a pair of round eyes.  The owner advances toward her, causing her to shrivel up into the corner.

“Meow~” the kitten, who has been silently watching her this whole time, scoots himself, paw by paw, up to the little human.  “Meow…” he purrs and brushes his fluffy body against the trembling girl as if to provide her with some heat.  

It isn’t until he climbs onto her lap, does she realize that the creature who can see her in the dark, when everyone disregarded her, isn’t a scary Monster of the Night out to feed on her flesh, but a tiny fur ball.  

“Meow~” the kitty tilts his head and looks her in the eyes, as if saying, “Don’t cry, I’m here too".  Reflexively, the feline starts to knead the girl’s belly.

“Are you hiding too?” she asks in her high pitched voice.  “You’re so smol…you’re smoler than me…” she observes when her vision finally accommodates to the darkness.  Her malnourished new friend nuzzles his head against her tummy and purrs.  “Did the big kitties not pay with you, either?” the little girl pouts and pets the baby cat on his head.

“Meow…” his high pitch voice matches hers with perfection.

“It’s okay!  I’ll pay wit chu!” she announces in excitement and then shyly inquires, “Do chu want to be fwiends?”

Meow!!” the abandoned kitten pounces up and down with joy.

They start to share conversations only they understand; the human toddler talks about how her bullies pushed her down and how her Minseok Oppa ignored her and the kitten responds with “Meows” and warm cuddles.  Soon, the two of them fall asleep.  Outside, day turns to night…night turns to day.  But the two bonded souls only see darkness.  

Amber alerts go out.

Both are starving and cold.  The girl starts to sob again and the kitten automatically begins to sooth her with his light pats.  

“Do you have a name?” she asks between weeps.

“Meow :(“

“Suho,” the girl names, “My mummy says it means ‘potector'!”

“Meow~” the kitty’s soft orbs turn into hearts as the girl takes her silver bell bracelet and puts it around her friend’s neck.

“We can protect each other,” she braves a smile, takes the kitty into her arms, and hugs him because she feels a sense of warmth she’s never felt before.  

“Suho…” I choke out between sobs.

“I’m here.  I’m right here…” Junmyeon rubs and brings my shaking hands up to his lips.  

“It’s okay.  I’m not scared when I’m with you…” the baby girl keeps repeating to herself as she falls in and out of consciousness.  The white kitten head butts her several times to keep her awake.  It’s been two and a half days.  Summer mornings blaze with hot sun, turning the metal dumpster into a boiling pot; nights are colder than snow storms.  The extreme temperature changes prove to be tolling on the young lives’ health.  When garbagemen finally discovers them, they’re both unconscious and wrapped in each other’s arms.  

“She loves the cat, let’s let her keep him,” her mother suggests when the sickly girl cries for her feline friend even as she’s convulsing from the fever.  Almost a miracle, she makes remarkable progress when they place the now washed and healthy kitten beside her in bed.    

“Suho!” she beams as she runs around the garden, letting her pigtails bounce up and down.  Her best friend chases after her, the bell around his neck jingling pure bliss into the air.  Giggling, the tiny girl falls onto the grass, letting the kitty climb onto her belly.

They become inseparable.

“Suho…” the toddler rolls onto her tummy in bed after her mother finishes tucking her in.  Soft glows of her night light draw a halo around Suho’s fluffy head.  He hops onto her bed, something that’s forbidden by the girl’s parents - but it’s okay when they are alone.  Naturally, he nestles in to the croak of his human’s neck and starts to doze off to sweet slumber.  “I’m not going to marry Minseok Oppa,” she decisively states.  The kitten perks up, tilts his head to one side, and stares at her.  “When I grow up, I’m going to marry you!” she announces as she kisses his pink nose.

“TOSS HIM OUT!” her father shouts as soon as the doctors diagnose the girl’s fever and swollen cut as “Cat Scratch Disease”.

She wails as her mom carries her away.  Her illness lasts the entirety of a month and due to the late diagnosis, the high fever had stolen away parts of her memory.

“Suho?” she’d randomly call as she looks out the window as if waiting for someone but not knowing who.

“Just your imagination, Honey.  Cats are dangerous.  Don’t go near them,” her mother strokes her head and brings the confused girl into her embrace.

I jolt up in bed with tears rushing down my cheeks.  Vertigo paralyses my consciousness, blood rushes down from my head.  I pull my hand up to alleviate my dizziness, only to find out that it is intertwined with Junmyeon’s.  He had fallen asleep with his head resting on the side of my bed.  My tug stirs him awake.  

“He-hey…” he greets, his voice hoarse.  As soon as his initial grogginess dispels, he spots the streams rushing down my porcelain face.  His brows dive.  “Wuh-what’s wrong?”

Shaking my head, I turn away and try to wipe away the tears but Junmyeon gets up and spins me around.  I hiccup, more streams rush down my cheeks, for reasons, I don’t even know.  Images from my dream starts in fade, first, slowly so that I still recall the coldness of the trashcan or the boiling heat of my forehead…the soft white fur of Suho…and then…I start to just recall his high pitch “Meow…” Suho…then in record speed, all the recollections accelerate and vanish.  Just like that…leaving a hole in my heart I didn’t know why or how to fill.  

“Why are you crying?” the caring gentleman inquires as he holds me against his chest.  

“I…don’t…know?” I reply as I weep.  It takes another hour or so of cuddling before Junmyeon deems me “fine” enough for him to let go.  A small smile clings on my lips as I watch him walk out to fetch me some water.  So protective…

“We can protect each other!” a little girl’s voice sounds in my mind.

Wincing, I hold my throbbing head.  

“Headache?” my lover sprints from the doorway to my side.  “You drank too much last night…” he shakes his head and hands me the glass of water.

“Ye-yeah…I think I drank a little too much…” I admit.

“A little?” Junmyeon raises his brow and runs his fingers through my hair.  

“Let’s have sex,” I recall my own voice saying.  Slowly, reality hits me hard.  I remember my lips massaging his…my trying to undress…

I slap a hand against my lips and stared wide-eyed at Junmyeon.  The strange part is that, I’m now fully dressed in PJs.

“Wuh-what…” I stutter as I rolled both my palms and hold it up to my face.  Junmyeon brings my head to rest against his chest again and proceeds to start massaging my temples.  And lemme tell you, if this boy isn’t a part-time nudist, he is definitely a masseur…his touch is so soft but strong, hitting the pressure points with perfection.  

Automatically, my head tosses back and I groan with pleasure.  His chuckle tinges my cheeks in bubblegum pink.  

“Did you…help me get dressed?” I bite my lower lip and murmur.

“Ah, yeah…I didn’t want you to catch a cold,” Junmyeon explains so casually, as if he does this all the time.  Frowning, I rub the back of my neck.    He misinterprets it as my muscles are stiff and brings his hands down to massage the area.  I fail to stifle back a giggle when he brushes over a weak spot.  His gentleman soft smile twitches into a smirk.  Naughtily, he runs his fingertips over that area.

“HEY!” I whip my head around and laugh through my pout.  

“Now, I know your ticklish spot,” he does a pretend-evil cackle.  His goofiness gives me so much life.  “You’re always attacking my weak spot, now I can finally have revenge!” Junmyeon teases.

“What are you talking about?  When have I attacked you?”

“You always tickle my belly!” Junmyeon crinkles his nose and throws me a pretend grumpy pout.  

“When did I…wait…,” I smirk, “So your weak spot is your belly?!” I say as my tickle fingers activate and I attack him on his abdomen.  Mellifluous giggles ring from my ears to his.  The two of us fall against the bed.  Out of breath and weak from laughing so hard, I withdraw my hands but my retreat is Junmyeon’s cue to advance.  I gasp as the handsome male grabs either sides of my waist, rolls me over, and pins me against the bed.  Pupils dart back and forth, the bluish hue of his unique orbs flashes with vibrancy.

“So…about the request you made last night…” he leans over and whispers into my ear.  I gulp.

“Let’s have sex.”

“Wuh-what…request?” I pant from my overactive heart.  My lover strokes my jawline and teases me with a shrug.  “Ah, maybe next time then.”

As he starts to get up, I grab his wrist.  Peering into my fearful but desperate eyes, Junmyeon sits back down on the bed.  An aura of seriousness replaces that of his previous playfulness.  “I’m not who you think I am…” he acknowledges.  With soften expression, he strokes my hair, leans over, and plants a kiss on the center of my forehead.  As I close my eyes, a quiet sigh slips through my lips.  “I’ll make breakfast,” he volunteers and gets up.  This time, I don’t stop him.  

~

“JunMeow-ah, where are you?” The worried potato cat mom in me hunches over, with a cat toy in my hand, to lure out my feline friend.  But the white fluff is nowhere in sight.  With a frown, I join Junmyeon in the kitchen.

“This disloyal cat,” I grumpily murmur.

“Hm?” my lover blinks and pouts as if I had insulted him.

“He keeps running off somewhere.  I bet he has a lover,” I conclude.  As I sip on some apple juice, I narrow my eyes and add, “Maybe multiple lovers…”

“What?  No!  No, he doesn’t!” Junmyeon defends.

Raising my brow, I question, “How do you know?”

He flattens his lips and uses the excuse that the eggs on the pan are burning to avoid my interrogation.

“Either way, I booked an appointment to get him neutered so he won’t be out and about much longer~” I singsong as I slip into my seat on the kitchen counter.

Junmyeon almost drops the pan.  With widened eyes, he brings his free hand protectively over his groan.  

~

“Ahhh!!!” I shrill.

Startled, Junmyeon, who had been reviewing my chemistry homework for mistakes, gets up and sprints over to the bathroom.  He bangs the door but I’m too traumatized to respond.  Another few moments of silence forces the concerned male to kick down the barrier.

I blink.  Reflexively, his oscillating orbs dart down the curvatures of my wet body.  Only clothed in a thin bath towel that highlighted only the most attractive parts, there is not much left for imagination.  Hair sticks against my small face, framing it to perfection.  Water droplets rush down, collecting at the hollows of my collarbone.  Junmyeon is as stiff as a statue at the doorway.  

“mMM!!!” I bounce up and down on my toes and point at a corner of the bathroom.  Still, the stunned man can’t seem to remove his eyes from my body, especially since I wasn’t really being cautious with my movements.  The short hops only causes his mind to go wild when my amble breasts rode along.  It’s not until I squeal again and leap over to him that he finally slaps himself awake.  “Junmyeon!!!  Rat!”

Tilting his had to the side, he follows my pointer finger and catches the little rodent sniffling behind the toilet.  With a smirk, the human cat confidently strides over and lets his shadow hover over the smaller creature.  Immediately, the rat’s eyes widens and it starts to squeeze in between a small gap to avoid capture.  Unfortunately, Junmyeon is too quick for him; in one swift swipe, he lifts the mouse up by the tail.

“AHHHHH!” I scramble as goosebumps rise along my arm.  

With a mischievous grin, Junmyeon starts to walk over to me.  Anxiously, I shake my head and hands until he corners me against the opposite wall.

“It’s kinda cute,” Junmyeon remarks as he observes the dangling rodent.  He holds it up to my face so I could see.

“NO! NO!” I shout but the boy is a little too playful today.

In efforts to get away from my musophobia, I flee through a small escape.  Unfortunately, my escape plan fails when the bottom of my feet battles a wet puddle on the tiled floors.  As my body starts to lose its balance, Junmyeon heaves, tosses the mice into the air to free his hands, and catches me by the waist.  

“Are you—“

PLAT

A furry gray mass blurs my vision.  The rodent had landed right dab on the center of my forehead.  Within Junmyeon’s arms, I stiffen in place, not daring to move a single inch because its sharp razor-blade teeth could easily blind me.

“Jun…Junmyeon…ah…” I whimper through my trembling lips.

With ease, the brave warrior picks up the rodent by its tail again, releasing me of torture.  Immediately, I wash my face.  My reflection is a complete mess; wet hair disheveled with a few matted areas and towel barely clinging against the curve of my breast…but at this moment, I could care less.  Frowning, I cross my arms over my chest and turn to my lover who is laying on his stomach, on the bathroom floor, fooling around with his new friend.  

“What are you doing?” I ask with my brows knitted together.  

To my dismay, he exclaims, “It’s so cute!”

“Kim Junmyeon, are you serious?”

“Can we keep it?!” the kitty boy looks up with a toothy grin.  It immediately falls when he sees the fright written on my face; my eyes toggle with brimming tears.  

Lips rippling, I dash out of the bathroom, calling, “JunMeow-ah…JunMeow, where are you?  I’m being bullied…” I dramatically sob to my cat, who’s been missing for three days.

“I’ll free it to the sewers!!!” Junmyeon, immediately, corrects.

~

“Where are you…?” I whisper as my mind can’t seem to concentrate on my homework when it’s worrying over my missing cat.  It’s been almost a week.

“I’m right here,” Junmyeon, who’s beside me, answers.  “You used the wrong equation for this problem,” he points out as he looks over my assignments.  I throw him a grim look.  Yeah, it’s fun to have Junmyeon around but the thought of my little baby wandering the streets with no yummy fish to eat rocks me with sorrow.  

“I want to go look for JunMeow,” I curl up into a ball and admit.

My tutor’s face softens at my confession. Had he finally captured my heart?

“I’m sure he’ll come back soon,” the handsome male squeezes my hand.  

I peep my head out from my knees and look up at him, questionably.  “How do you know?”

“Tonight.  There’s a chance he will be back tonight,” he reassures.

Slowly, my frown fades away.  Kim Junmyeon may be a mysterious human being but he never breaks any promises.  With his beautiful smile, he reaches out and pinches my pink nose.  

“Don’t worry.  If he knew that you loved him that much, he wouldn’t have left in the first place…” he makes an unconscious confession.  His eyes are distant and a little troubled.  But they’re so gorgeous, especially with his framed specs.  My heart flutters as I grow giddy at the thought of a smart husband.  

“Heh…” I let out a giggle.  

“We’re kinda out of food…” my lover reminds.  Unfortunately, two stomachs empty out the fridge faster than one.    

“Let’s go grocery shopping!” I announce.  Without wasting another second, I slip my fingers through his and tug him along.

“Is it a date?” Junmyeon coyly questions while tightening the grip on my hand.  His grin is not soft and lovely like normal, but cheesy and greasy.  He almost looks like JunMeow after he finishes a good meal.

“Hm…maybe…” I tease while swinging his hand as we skip down the side walk.  I hop to a stop and spin to face him.  “Do you want it to be a date?” I try to hide my hope and bashfulness by boldly asking.  

Junmyeon answers by leaning over and swiftly stealing a quick peck on my lips.  Casually, he starts to walk off, leaving me flailing around like a lovestruck kitten.  Biting my lower lip, I call and chase after him.  With a bright beaming expression, my lover halts in his tracks to allow me to catch up.  My arms naturally find his hip and he throws an arm over my shoulder.  

“Let’s get some yummy food before it rains,” Junmyeon suggests and plants a sweet kiss on the top of my head.  

Excitedly, I nod.  Fish, fish, and more fish.  Chicken, carrots, peas, and green beans.  I pick up some tomatoes and Junmyeon grimaces.  

“You don’t like tomatoes?” I inquire as I marvel at how round and cute the tiny vegetables are.  

My lover shakes his head.  “I’m allergic to them.  But you should get them if you like them,” he encourages, takes the bunch of tomatoes from my hand, and puts it onto the cart.  I beam and nuzzle my head against his arm as if I’m a cat.  Chuckling, he lovingly pets my head.  

As we head to pay for the groceries, we pass the pet aisle.  Automatically, my feet advances forward, as if there is an magnetic pull, pulling me in.  My fingers run across the canned food and kitty litter, stopping at a feather toy shaped like a mouse.  Junmyeon follows behind and puts both his palms on the balls of my shoulders.  

“You think JunMeow would like this?” I ponder out loud, my voice a soft whisper.

“He would love it,” my lover replies.  I turn to him with a sad smile.  “Anything you get him, he would love,” he adds.

“Do you want to pick one out for him too?  When he comes back, you can gift it to him as a first meeting present,” I suggest.  Junmyeon perks up at the idea.  “JunMeow is a little coo-coo when visitors try to play with him.”

“Heh…” the catman anxiously rubs his neck.    

When we exit the store, gray clouds loom over us from above.  With a frown, I create a hand visor and tilt my head up to the gloomy sky that didn’t quite fit the romantic and happy day I was having.  

“It looks like it’s going to rain, we better hurry back,” I say.

My lover tenses up and hesitantly follows me.  He’s abnormally quiet so I try to initiate some surface conversations but all he does is answer with short, “Uh, yeah…” and “Mmhmm…” as his mind is distressed with the bad timing of everything.  Midway home, it starts to drizzle.  I hold my palm out to catch a perfectly round rain droplet.  Giggling, I start to spin in circles.  Sometimes, it’s best to just dance in the rain instead of running away from it, after all.  But I pause as soon as I spot Junmyeon’s agitated expression.  

“Something wrong?” I skip up to him and inquire.

My voice brings him back to reality.  “Uh…uh…hey, I’m sorry.”

I blink as he hands me the bags of groceries, he wouldn’t let me carry at all before.  

“I have an emergency.  I have to go,” he briefs.

Again, I blink.  It starts to pour.  Panicking, Junmyeon darts into the alleyway.  “I’ll be back soon!  Don’t worry!!” his promise fades with the growing distance.  

“Oh…kay…” I reply to an empty alley.  Shrugging the sorrow off, I hold a hand over my head and sprint my way home.  Despite, the effort, I end up drenched.

“Argh, I should have brought an umbrella,” I groan as I stomp up the stairs.  My wet shoes squeak with every step.  With a sigh, I dig in my pockets for my keys.  When I look up at my doorway, I’m greeted by a very soaking soppy white cat.  

“Meow~” he calls.

I drop the grocery bags and get down on my knees.  “JunMeow!!” I shout and throw my arms over him.  “Where have you—“ I start but stop and put him at an arm’s length.  Cringing, I comment, “You smell like a wet cat.”  No duh.  

Scooting him inside the apartment, I struggle but eventually carry the stubborn cat into the bathtub by threatening that either he takes a shower or he’s sleeping on the floor.  As I prepare the pet shampoo and the towels, I can’t help but laugh at his face of doom.

“Why, Honey?  Showers are so therapeutic,” I chuckle.

“Meow >:(,” he groans, which only makes me laugh harder.

“Wanna bathe together, then?  I’m soaked too,” I make a Devil’s bargain purely as a joke.  The cat starts to choke and hack out coughs.  Gasping, I get down on my knees and stroke his back.  “See, look at you, you ran away and caught a cold, you dumb butt,” I half-scold and start to massage the soap into his fur.  His eyes roll back and for the first time in his kitty life, JunMeow discovers that baths can be delightful.  

“Stop running away,” I nag again.

“Meow…” my kitty responds and obediently closes his eyes when I hold the shower head up to his face.

“Is your lover really that pretty?” I hold both his paws and ask.  

“Meow :),” he licks the back of my hands.  

“Hmph,” I pretend to pout, “So you keep leaving me for a pretty girl?  Aren’t I pretty?”

JunMeow blinks.  I throw a towel over his little body to dry him off.  

Picking him up, I state, “Either way, you’re getting neutered tomorrow morning.”

“MEOWEOUWEUIWUEIOUWUEOUWEUOWUEOUUW,” the cat thrashes in my arms.  

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Chapter 3 Bay Bay - We approach Alex's house turning right into her driveway. I always forget how big it is, I mean mine isn't small either but hers is huge. Her dad's a lawyer and her mom owns like 5 different restaurants. "Common babes" she says getting out of the car. I follow obediently to the front door as she unlocks it I can smell the cinnamon they leave on the stove. It fills the entire house. Her cat Bentley immediately races down the stairs and rubs our legs meowing and purring. He has a black smooth coat with a small white patch on his chin "Someone's happy we are home." She smiles at him giving his chin a little scratch. "You can go up to my room, I'm gonna let Jasper out." Jasper is her white German shepherd they got 2 months ago at 8 weeks old. I nod slipping my shoes off. Im still speechless but I pick Bentley up, skipping steps on the stairs, and open her door right at the top of the stairs. I stop for a second, don't know why it still shocks me but her room is shifted around again for the 15th time this year. I drop my bag on her floor and cuddle Bentley on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her pink walls seem brighter. Bentleys vibrating body from purring soothes the anxiety in my chest. About 10 minutes later I hear light thuds followed by Alex, Jasper whimpers at the edge of the bed tail wagging. She lifts him onto the bed and immediately Bentley runs away still annoyed by the newest addition to their family. My chest grows cold from the spot her laid in. I can see Jasper wants to be friends with the cat but Bentley won't have anything to do with him. She lays down next to me. The silence becomes deafening. "Go on." I tell her as I can feel she has something she needs to say. "I... " she ponders it again. "I don't think Steven meant what he said. " taken back by what just came out of her mouth after two weeks of talking shit about him I look over at her. We both have blue eyes but hers are more like a bright coastal ocean while mine are like the sky on a perfect day. "What?" I ask. She stares back at me. "I just.. I don't know.. the look on his face when he saw you, and then when he realized you were upset..." she stops again. "It doesn't excuse the fact he never called or spoke to you after, or even said what he did..... and well...i mean leave it to you to get knocked up after your first time having sex." I stare at her ceiling again, tears swelling In my eyes. "I don't know.. I just think if he reaches out to you, you should hear him out." She pets Jasper who's chewing on an old stuffed animal. I've known Alex since I was 6. I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday. This boy Julius was picking on her for her bright firery red hair, and she started crying when he snatched her favorite stuffed animal. It was a small black cat with white from the chin down it's belly, kind of like Bentley. This boy was 2 grades older and I was new to town, but I just remember this anger bubble forming in my throat as I ran over to them and shoved him as hard as my little body could. The kid had to have been twice my size but he tumbled over and the kids around us laughed and laughed. He scrapped his elbows and hit his head, I remember whistles being blown and teachers yelling but Alex grabbed my hand and held it all the way to the principles office. Because I was new and Alex was so very loved by her I got off with a warning while Julius got iss for bullying. I remember telling her how much I loved her firery hair, and for the next few years she always drew a girl with fire for hair Ever since that day we've never been apart really.. 2 years later we met Libby and we just became this clique. "Bay." Alex says startling me from my memory. She standing over me now with my phone in her hand, "it's a random number blowing your phone up. I think it's Steven." I roll over. "Bay!" She says frustrated. "In not ready to speak to him." I grunt. She pulls my shoulder to roll back facing her. "He's freaking out too. Just like you." It was one of the most sincere voices I've ever heard from her. The phone blinks missed call and I take it from her. 4 missed calls and 6 text messages. Sliding my lock screen over it clicks to unlock. A picture of the three of us as my background in matching best friend shirts stares at me as I move my thumb over to the text app. The unsaved number is first, 7th message just coming through. I click on it. Bay Its Steven. Libby gave me your number Please answer bay I'm sorry okay? Bailey... please.. Jesus bay come on . Im freakin out too! I sigh, and start typing, Alex curls up next to me to see what I'm typing watching my expression and then back to my fingers. Hey.. sorry.. My fingers hover over the keyboard doing a little dance as I search my brain for the words but I can't find anything else to say, and hit the send button. My chest rises and falls and I reread the messages, anger filling my chest. Why did i apologize? And then my fingers fly across my screen. Alex seems to protest at first but shrugs and continues to read as I type. Actually, I'm not sorry. Why should I be sorry. The only one who should be is you! How could you laugh in my face? How could you not use a condom? How could we be in this dann situation. I should of never gone to that stupid party, I should of never let you convince me to drink. I hate you so much right now, I thought you were different! You didn't even call Steven.... I wish I never met you. I hit send "well then.. so much for hearing him out. " Alex sighs. "You said yourself, there's no excuse for ghosting me after the party. " she shrugs with a face that says true, and my phone vibrates. Where are you My heart sinks a little. "You two do have to talk, might be better before you talk to your parents. " Alex says placing an arm around me. I curl up into her, my heart aching. "I need to see a doctor, not Steven." I say. Her face lights up. "Hey! My cousin Susan works at that free clinic in town remember! " she perks up a bit. "Lets go before schools out. " I nod, even though I don't want too. "You gotta Bay. " she says and moves to get up. I start typing back to him. Going to a clinic Send. I put my phone in my pocket and as she races Jasper down the stairs jumping off the last 2. I follow, slipping my converse on. I can feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket to many times to count and Alex locks the door behind us. I don't pull it out until I'm in her black leather seat. I love Alex's car. It's the newest BMW out this year and it drives so nice compared to my hammie down Chevy Malibu. Slipping my phone from my pocket Alex's bubbly self hops in. "Seeeeat belts!" She sings. I can see I have 5 missed calls now and 10 messages. I sigh, grabbing the seatbelt and clicking it into place as she does the same. She looks at me confused as I show her all the notifications, then continues backing up. "Well, you gotta read it out loud now, I'm driving. " I sigh again, unlocking my phone. I can see 9 from Steven, and one from Libby. I click libby's first. "Libby said, are you okay. " I say smirking as I can feel the side glare from Alex. "Common, Bay!" She says annoyed putting the car in drive and pulling forward down the road. "Is Susan gonna tell my parents ..." I ask my stomach dropping. "She can't Bay, it's against the law." The pressure on my chest eases slightly. "Reeeeead!" She pleads. "Okay okay " I click on Stevens messages and begin reading them out loud. What? A clinic? Bailey?! Shouldn't we talk about this. You can't do this. Don't abort our baby. Bailey god damn it. "Oh my god Bay! He thinks-" I cut her off. "I know hold on!" I say continuing to read the rest. Please... answer your phone.. Why would you tell me if you were going to just do this to me?! Im sorry okay! Please don't. I don't care if my dad's gonna kill me.. It's my child too! My phone begins to vibrate as he calls. "Bailey answer it." Alex says sternly. I groan, "I hate talking on the phone. " "Bay! You've got to grow up!.... put it on speaker" she smirks. I click the answer icon and then the speaker. "He..hello" I stutter. "Bailey! Where are you!" He's practically screaming. "On my way to the free clinic." There's silence. "To confirm the pregnancy..." I add. "Where." He sounds angry, " You cant-" "BAILEY WHERE." I snap my head towards Alex as her jaw drops. Tell him she mouths. "Ill text you the address.. jesus.." I say, finger hovering the end call button. "I.. I'm sorry Bailey... you.. you just scared the shit out of me..." he sounds like he's been crying, and that he might start again. "I'll be there." He says, and the call ends. I quickly send him the address for the clinic and sit there. "What the..." Alex stops herself. She's been trying to stop cussing, she claims I made her start cause my dad has bad language and that's where I get it from. "I guess he's going.." my voice is quiet. "I don't understand. " I fiddle with my phone. "He doesn't have to go in bay. " she reassured me. "If you don't want." I sit there lost in my head..

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Tea Leaf Tales: Which Yule Tree Will Pick Me?

Fantasy Flash Fiction by Marsha A. Moore

I suck in a gulp of thick, pine-scented air, faced with the difficult question—which one. I tick through the usual criteria—fullness, tightly attached needles, correct height. Beyond that the trouble begins for me when I consider needle length, color, tightness of branches. 

Needles crunch under the soles of my shoes as I slowly pass down the row, hoping one tree chooses me. Those I don’t give a full inspection slyly begin to stretch their postures more erect before I turn completely away. If I pause to admire one, branches brush past the backs of my legs until I turn around and give that tree a careful look.

Ahead in the center of the display, I hear voices in foreign languages—hurried bits of anxious dialog that quiet as I grow near. 

One small blue spruce tries his best to stretch taller but cannot reach up to his neighbors, so I lean in and whisper, “If you talk to me, I’ll take you home.” 

I wait, determined, and the nearby treetops bend over the tiny spruce until finally a gentle tinkling begins deep inside at its trunk, radiating to the tips of the boughs at my side. I caress the singing branch, then wave an arm to the shop owner.

  Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her. Read more Tea Leaf Tales archived in Marsha’s Mercantile of Tea Leaf Tales.

Blood Ice and Oak Moon

Coon Hollow Coven Tales 

Book Three

Marsha A Moore

Print Length: 211 pages

Publication Date: October 3, 2016

ASIN: B01LWS4V2G

Genre: PNR

Book Description:

Esme Underhill is about to discover a darkness hidden inside her that could destroy her chance for independence and possibly kill her.

Esme’s mother took her young daughter away from Southern Indiana’s Coon Hollow Coven to prevent her from learning about the unusual witchcraft she had inherited. When Esme is twenty-seven, her beloved Grammy Flora passes away and leaves her property in the Hollow to her granddaughter. With this opportunity to remake her life and gain independence, Esme attempts to emulate Grammy Flora as a wildwood mystic who relies on the hedge world of faeries to locate healing herbs. But fae are shrewd traders. When they open their world to her, she must meet the unknown malevolence of her birthright.

Thayne, the handsome king of the fae Winter Court, faces his own struggle to establish autonomy as a new regent. He is swept into the tempest of Esme’s unfolding powers, a dangerous threat to his court. His sworn duty is to protect his people, despite Esme’s beauty and allure, which tear at his resolve.

Both Esme’s and Thayne’s dreams of personal freedom are lost…unless they can trust each other and overcome surmounting dangers.

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Excerpt from Chapter One: Winter Began

Dear Miss Rebecca Esmeralda Underhill,

Please accept our deepest sympathies concerning the loss of your grandmother, Flora Esmeralda Freestone. She was much loved and well-respected in our community.

As per her documented wishes, the ownership of her property on 10510 East Lost Branch Run passes to you. This transfer has been filed in our office. At the request of High Priest Logan Dennehy, all council members have voted to reinstate you as a member of Coon Hollow Coven after your absence of twenty years.

However, despite Coon Hollow Coven being your birthplace, a majority indicated the lapsed time was sufficient cause to withhold transfer of Ms. Freestone’s ceremonial standing to you, which customarily would accompany a property transference to blood kin of adult age. For explanation of how you may attain ceremonial approval in your name, please visit the council office at 50013 Owls Tail Creek Road.

Enclosed, please find pamphlets describing the expected dress and personal property code of our coven, which adheres to the time period in which the coven was founded in 1935. This is to best protect our witchcraft traditions.

Sincerely,

Nathan Wells

Coon Hollow Coven Council, secretary

Esme’s gaze fixed on the words that acknowledged her as the property owner. She’d never lived alone. First her mom, then a roommate and finally Doug. Esme’s shoulders straightened and chest lifted with strength and independence at the thought of owning her own place. But, why wasn’t she approved for ceremonial status? Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, and her heart raced. It’s not fair. I won’t be accepted as a healer. Only children not yet graduated from the coven’s secondary school were kept from participating fully in ceremonies. Esme loved learning the ways of a hedge witch and helped Gram every summer from grade school through college. Fascinated with tending Gram’s plants, Esme even studied botany in college.

The research company she worked for had already accepted her request to work offsite and study mystic plants…at the stipulation she be reduced to part-time. She needed work here as a healer to supplement her income. She’d assumed incorrectly that her experience with Gram and college studies would’ve qualified her as an accepted healer. Her standing in the coven would be important to patrons, all except Gram’s closest friends who knew Esme well. An attempt at independence seemed bound to fail before she started.

Her gaze drifted to the name used in the letter’s greeting. She hadn’t seen her full name in print for decades. It didn’t even appear on her birth certificate, which labeled her as Rebecca E. Underhill, one of the many things her mother insisted upon. Mother wanted nothing to do with the coven or witchcraft and said, “Esmeralda sounds too much like a witch. No need to encourage the darkness out.” Grudgingly, she accepted her own mother’s middle name for her child to uphold custom. Esme never understood Mother’s view since Gram was well-respected for her kind and gentle strength by all who knew her.

To Esme’s Indianapolis friends, she was Becky. Only her mother addressed her as Rebecca. But inside, she was Esme. Gram had always called her that, or Esmeray in carefree moments. Her middle name suited the mystic inside Esme, something Gram must have known. If only Esme could use Gram’s last name Freestone. Underhill felt like a lead weight.

Esme set the letter aside and paced the length of the rag runner through the small kitchen. Frustration wound her along a circular track through the sitting room, to her closet-sized guest room, and back. The space was too small to work answers out of her tangled mind. On the second pass, she sank onto the goose down comforter of Gram’s iron bed. Billowing fluff sheltered her from the problems. Gram’s linens, scented with homegrown lavender and rose sleep liniment, comforted Esme and tugged on her eyelids.

She forced her eyes open and pushed herself up and off the bed. Hiding wasn’t the way to begin this fresh start in life. She’d done enough kowtowing to stronger wills, letting Doug and her mother run over her. At the back door, she paused long enough to grab a rain parka and pulled it on as she strode outside.

Gram’s cat, Dove, zipped alongside with a sharp meow, slipping out before the door closed. Esme smiled, grateful the tomcat kept Gram company during her illness. She’ doted on the smoky blue stray that happened into her garden one early fall afternoon and never left. Gram swore he was an omen and chose his name ‘cause of his white-winged breast patch. She used to say, “One day soon my spirit will fly on those outspread wings, and together Dove and me we’ll roam the wooded hills.” Gram loved those hills. Thinking about the hills drew Esme to gather Dove and head outside.

Ice still peppered down, adding more layers to the spiky crystalline grass blades. A breeze blew at Esme’s back. She allowed the wind to guide her toward the woods behind the cabin. At the trailhead, ice coating the bittersweet vine berries glistened the same shade of blue she’d rubbed from Dove’s coat. Alert to the strange color, she followed a line of branches dangling sky blue icicles, each one more fanciful and richer in hue than the last. A beautiful play of light, ranging from cerulean to ultramarine. Even worth the chill at her ankles, which were bare in her cropped jeans.

Whenever Esme paused to marvel at the colored icicles, Dove pawed them and then dodged when they dropped.

Minutes later and deeper in the forest, the ice pelted heavier, and Esme reached for the hood of her raincoat. Strands of hair fell forward, woven with frozen ultramarine threads. The same purplish tint coated twigs along the path. Light from the sky reached this far into the woods since all but the oak trees had lost their leaves. The unusual color couldn’t be caused by light refraction. She’d never seen any rain, sleet, or snow like this, not even in the Hollow. Grammy had taught her a little about omens. Was this a sign?

Esme scurried along the trail, sliding at times and spotting richer and deeper shades of purple and red-violets. At the far side of the woodlot, iris-hued spider webs clung to berry brambles. She gasped at the beauty. Tempted to touch, she extended a hand but at the last instant resisted.

A deep groan echoed from the adjoining property ahead.

She snatched her hand back and scanned for some god of nature angry at her ruinous attempt. Grappling for Dove, Esme crouched behind a thicket.

The cat gave a single hiss, then clung to her leg.

In the distance, a big middle-aged man, both tall and wide, staggered behind a shed, dragging a long, clumsy load wrapped and tied into a blanket. His balding head snapped in her direction, eyes wide and face blanched gray-white. “Who’s there?” His booming voice sliced the delicate webs from their branches. Crimson freezing rain assaulted both trail and yard.

Esme froze, afraid to move and attract his attention. Her heart, drumming against her ribs, threatened to give her away. She wanted to run home. But if the colored ice omen was meant for her, she needed to stay and learn its meaning. Could the man see the omen?

Thankfully, her cover must’ve fooled Baldy. He resumed lugging the limp bundle, and didn’t seem affected by the magical ice.

From between the tangle of branches, Esme studied him.

His wet, black shirt clung to his round belly. Blood-red ice coated his load, tracing the outline of a human body. Smaller than his, probably a female. Was she dead? Of natural causes? Or had he murdered her? The thought wrapped around Esme’s breath and trapped it deep in her lungs. Her legs twitched. Gaze riveted on Baldy, she positioned to bolt from potential danger.

He rolled the body into a depression Esme couldn’t see.

She leaned to one side, bracing herself with a hand on the ground.

Over what looked like a freshly dug grave, Baldy grunted as he shoveled and kicked dirt and large rocks. Clumps of red clung to long strands of his comb-over, now hanging along one ear. Was it ice or real blood?

Dove huddled closer, and Gram’s voice from years ago spoke in Esme’s mind. “Blood ice is stained with revenge.”

Crimson liquid dripped from the man’s eyes and fell from grimacing jowls. The face of a demon

   © Copyright 2016 Marsha A. Moore. All rights reserved.

  About the Author:

Marsha A. Moore loves to write fantasy and paranormal romance. Much of her life feeds the creative flow she uses to weave highly imaginative tales. 

The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing, as well as other pursuits of watercolor painting and drawing. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and is a registered yoga teacher. Her practice helps weave the mystical into her writing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transformed into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors where she’s always on the lookout for portals to other worlds. Marsha is crazy about cycling. She lives with her husband on a large saltwater lagoon, where taking her kayak out is a real treat. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical! 

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