#it's sort of a hazard every time i have to haul it to the bathroom. i get stuck every time i cross the spot where

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Absolutely baffling to me that my insurance is willing to give me a brand new feed bag and set of tubing for EVERY DAY, along with five syringes per month, but nooooo I only get one (1) difficult-to-clean drain bag that needs to be thoroughly scrubbed and carefully air-dried each night so it doesn't grow bacteria and make me ill... ever. One per customer per As Long As They Live.

Girl what. Would it be so terribly difficult to give me a new one every few months? Could you at least give me info as to where I can buy them myself??

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For the 007 Fest Anon prompts: Magical realism

Scav hunt item #55: Create art using a prompt from the MI6Cafe Weekly Art Prompts + “Mayday”

Notes: Unbetaed as always. Canon typical violence.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday-!"

The city is caught in a deluge when he arrives. 

Traffic is backed up for miles, vehicle after vehicle trapped in complete  frustrating gridlock. 

He's walked the two miles to his destination, leaving behind an irate cab driver with a generous tip for his trouble.

Along the way, a young nymph looking to be no more than 10 summers old, offers a flower garland weaved of fresh white Heather from the shelter of a narrow porch. He eyes the fresh cut hanging over the front door. 

He purchases two, to the girl's cheery delight. 

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“We've lost three engines! Requesting immediate vectors to the nearest airfield! Mayday, mayday, mayday! Shit, Number 4's go-"

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One mile in, he stumbles across a heavily flooded street.

Earsplittingly loud lighting cracks overhead, an occasional flash that lights the street up. 

The flood waters are ice cold. With the water level at thigh height, his wellies do nothing to keep them from gushing around his equally frozen feet. He resigns himself to a hot bath later.

Here, no cars are able to pass through at all. 

Despite the hazards, there are people out and about in front of their buildings. There are merchants desperately hauling their merchandise to higher ground, attempting to salvage what they can from the havoc. Some are putting up brightly coloured banners and decorative displays. At every door, a stalk of white Heather hangs, children gleefully arranging whole seashells in intriguing patterns around them. 

The mood, though dampened by the terrible weather, borders on festive. 

There are neighbours exchanging sweet breads, a friendly trade of roasted poultry, a shared fish or two in covered dishes to shield the food from the downpour. 

Their joy is a distant consideration in comparison to his inner disquiet. 

An elderly man catches sight of him standing and staring openly at the activities. He glances down to his hand, to the two Heather garlands cradled protectively.  The old man tuts reprovingly and wades through the waters towards him. 

"Shells," the old man tuts as he offers two perfect clam shells, canine tail wagging, "Intention means nothing without it."

He crosses the street, with his gifts in hand. 

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"Mayday, mayday, mayday! We've lost all four engines- Christ, we're not going to make it back to land-!" 

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He hears the adolescents well before he sees them. 

In a deserted street, dull with old street lamps and filthy storefronts, the hooded teens giggle with cruel delight as they rip down fabric banners and shatter the crystal glass figurines of various marine creatures. The lovely shells and stalks of white Heather meet the same dismal fate.

Amidst their destruction, one of the teens happens to look up, forked tongue flickering out to taste the wind. Their eyes drop to his arms and they elbow their companions. The group sneers, wisely backing off momentarily and not doing anything as foolish as engage him in a fight. 

Given his state of mind, it is more than likely that the teens will not come out the other end of the fight unscathed despite the protection of armoured scales. 

"The sea witch's a fucking sham anyways!" the kid yells over their retreating backs, "ya'll nuts for believing that shit!" 

When the last teen disappears round the street corner, he sighs, taking the moment to sweep the glass shards to the side with his foot instead of leaving them in the middle of the pavement for some poor sod to injure themselves on later. The rising waters will take care of the mess soon enough anyways. 

The glint of light on glass draws his eye to the ledge, where several pristine figures lie untouched. He is irrepressibly drawn to one in particular- a carving not of an animal but a floating feather caressed by an invisible wind. 

His eyes surveys the street warily for a moment. The glass feather slips unnoticed into the depths of his jacket. 

In the distance, the sea churns with rage. 

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"Mayday, mayday, may-"

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There is little else he can do but scour the shores, buffeted by strong gusts and blinded by sea spray. 

The boats are all docked away, no skipper daring enough to take on the sea in her volatility. The worst of the storm is miles away from land, but its effects are felt all the same. 

A set of files arrives in his email courtesy of Q Branch and Tanner- maps and coordinates and prediction models, all of which he studies intensively in the comfort of his temporary safe house. The glass feather sits prominently besides his laptop, a silent but steadfast companion to his activities. 

It, along with the Heather garlands and clam shells, bear witness to him smashing his ceramic mug in a fit of fury. 

The lone image glares accusingly at him from his laptop screen, a low quality shot worsened by the movement of the camera it was shot with. 

The object is a blurry mess, details rendered indistinct by the rolling waves and heavy rainfall. But enough of the form remains for the item to be identified- its implications are what trigger his episode of temper. 

A lone tail fin, ripped from its place at the rear of an aircraft, is a death sentence. 

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He's on his fifth bottle, drowning his sorrows with a vengeance. Outside, the deluge lets up a little into a light patter against the balcony. 

The helplessness weighs heavily like an albatross around his neck. 

Squeals waft up from the street below, a pod of local mers grasping the opportunity the flood waters present and taking the chance to explore streets they have never traversed before. Their melodious cries of astonishment and wonder, once music to his ears, prove too much for the dark cloud hanging over him. 

He throws back his head against the couch and guzzles down more bitter ale. 

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He comes to in his tiled bathroom, curled over the toilet seat with acidic sick stinking up his nose. It's no gentle thing, he wakes up with a jerk, disorientated and without memory of how he has gotten to the bathroom in the first place. Adrenaline rushes through his veins. 

With the fog in his head clearing up, he notices the rattling coming from his balcony, accompanied by quiet curses. 

He gets up, hand curling around the walther under his arm. He creeps towards the source of the commotion, feet as light as a cat's paws. Whatever and whomever the intruder is, he's of no mood to be gracious. 

The rattling pauses, an indignant squawk of frustration follows it. 

It speaks volumes of his training, both military and 00 that he does not drop his piece from shock. 

There on his balcony, his Quartermaster scowls angrily at the offending lock while looking like a drowned rat. 

In his chest, his heart leaps. 

His movement draws Q's attention and it's then he's hollered at to "open the bloody doors before I kick them down!" 

There's no word vast enough, deep enough to encompass the depth of his emotions as he swiftly undoes the lock and throws the double doors open. Heather and shells are sent flying but all he cares for is pulling Q into a bone crushing embrace. 

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The rain picks up, droplets soaking through the cotton of his shirt. The front is already soaked through, thoroughly pressed against a sopping wet Quartermaster as he is. 

He pulls them inside, away from the storm, away from the windows. Disbelief and hope war within his chest as he studies Q with an anxious eye, warm towels in his hand to replace soaked clothes. 

He says nothing of the massive bruising on Q's torso, a large swath that belies the extent of physical trauma its owner has gone through. 

Belatedly, he registers the noticeable lack of glasses, the raw scrapes and bruising over pale cheeks and knuckles. 

The hulking set of white wings tipped with black and dusty grey. 

"Albatross," he breathes reverently.

He'd assumed from Q's presence in the tunnels of Q Branch, the way he draws comfort from his underground haven, that his Quartermaster is a member of an underground species of sorts- a Null even, rare as truly non-magical folk are amongst the general population. The personnel file certainly hasn’t provided much insight either given their propensity for obfuscation when executive members of staff are involved.  

"Yes, well, turns out I was just a late bloomer" Q sniffs, squinting at a dust speck on the wall through the conspicuous lack of glasses, "you're not on the water all the time either." 

Bond smiles indulgently though offers no contest. 

With his parents and kin long gone, there was simply no incentive to remain near his family’s seat of power all the time. The murky depths of the loch holds no interest, lacking in the thrill and constant entertainment cities like London offer. Besides-

First M, a hawk, now Q, an albatross - he's always been drawn to the sky much more than his peers. 

He feels out Q's wings carefully, stretching one out to examine the feathers and bone. The appendage trembles under his tentative scrutiny, morphing into a full body shiver that goes right down to Q's toes. The first wing passes muster, so he moves on to the other. 

Q yelps loudly as his fingers prod a particular sore spot. 

It has him relaxing his fingers immediately, though he does not cease supporting the injured wing. 

"I don't think it's broken," Q whimpers, fingers twisting anxiously. 

Like a dam, Q's hard won composure crumbles. "Couldn't get them out," Q sobs, "They were too far forward, I barely got myself out-" The frantic babble dies away into hitched sobs. 

He croons lightly in response, a soothing rumble he's heard mers sing to their fry. He runs his fingers through mussed curls, letting the grief and guilt run its course. 

The kit he has isn't stocked for treating winged individuals or traumatised ones for that matter, but he's a witch- he'll make the best with what he has. He'll get them both home. 

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In the distance, the sea finally calms.

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From The Doorstep || Demetri Volturi x Child!OC ||

Part 2: Anything You Can Do 

Words: 3978

Warnings: There is talk of abandonment and the care system (fostering/adoption etc.) that is less than complimentary, but it has a very fluffy ending. 

Summary: On a starry night in Volterra, Demetri finds an unexpected package on their doorstep, leading to a steep learning curve and some tough decisions that make for an unconventional bedtime story.

It was Demetri who had found it, squirming and making noises that were completely unintelligible as it reached for the tiny ribbon wrapped around the basket handle. He’d glanced up and down the street and across the square but few people who were still there at this time paid the wriggling pink mass any attention. The next thing he did was snatch its tenor and weave his way through its mind to find another one he could follow to return the chubby little mess to its rightful owner. There was a tenor there, but he had had to dig quite a while to find it, and usually the longer he had to search for it the weaker the bond between those people who the tenors belonged to was, their strongest bonds usually at the forefront of their minds making it easier to find the people they thought of and saw most often. Since the gurgling mass of blankets before him had only three tenors in its repertoire, he was going to hazard a guess that the weak connections between them meant none of the three those tenors belonged to actually wanted this baby on their doorstep.

With no other choice, he’d lifted the basket with ease and hauled the little human inside with a resigned sigh. In that moment, he’d been intending to have the secretary help him find the nearest person to pass the babe off to; it smelled something awful and was starting to get grouchy if the noises it was making was any indication, but neither he nor anyone else in the castle was equipped to handle a human baby so it made sense to pass it onto someone who did. It had been a very long time since most of them were human, meaning if any of them had had children they were a faded memory at best, and the knowledge of how to care for them was long gone. His nose had wrinkled against the smell as it began to scream, and he’d moved his hand into the moses basket it had been left in, intending on patting it gently in the hopes it would calm down before any of the guard came running.

He’d not expected it to reach out and wrap tiny fingers around one of his own. His eyes went a little wide as it tugged on his hand, trying to pull it closer. Demetri let it, suddenly utterly fascinated with its chubby little face as it turned red with the effort it put into screaming and bawling at him, glistening tears clinging to dark lashes as it tried to suckle his fingers. He winced a little, slightly disgusted by the wet, slippery saliva now coating them as soft gums closed around his granite skin. It moved his fingers in its mouth until they rested at an angle a little to the right, its cries quieting to sniffles and grumbling sounds. Was it hungry? Is that what this meant? It had no teeth so it wasn’t like he could feed it anything the secretary kept in her desk as snack foods. Mindlessly, he carefully set the basket on her desk and reached for the phone to call the young woman back for the night to sort his odd discovery.

He learned a lot that night to. The moment he had mentioned he had discovered a baby the secretary had come running back with a whole bag of tricks. Demetri had let her use his room, though he was loathe to lower the messy little thing into the shallow water she’d ran into his bathtub after seeing the mess it had made soiling itself, but she’d left his bathroom as spotless as she’d found it after she was done bathing what turned out to be a baby girl. The secretary had changed her nappy next, fed her a bottle of some foul-smelling thing she’d called formula, and made the little girl burp on demand. He had had no idea humans could be encouraged to burp simply by tapping on their back and had quietly resolved to try it on the next unsuspecting human he found to see if it was a trait they carried through to their adult life. Demetri had really thought they’d made the baby girl quite happy, now she was clean and fed and warm, but then she’d started screaming again and just like before she’d immediately turned to suckling his fingers when he’d offered them to her. He’d had to learn about teething then and was somewhat pleased, on some level, to know he had eased the little one’s pain.

All that screaming had attracted attention of course, and suddenly Felix was in his room, as well as Alec and Jane, the latter promptly running off to tell the Masters of their tiny, unexpected guest. The bombshell had been when Caius demanded he get rid of it immediately. He was not happy at all with the secretary’s response.

“Master…I cannot call anybody until tomorrow.”

Demetri hadn’t really been listening if he was perfectly honestly, only catching little bits and pieces of the conversation as they’d spoken about where the baby should go next. He’d been fascinated by the way she played with his fingers, the gummy smile she gave him when he chuckled at her and tickled her stomach with his free hand. Demetri had been thoroughly preoccupied with how the stubborn little thing had tried to fight falling asleep, big green eyes blinking owlishly at him before she simply couldn’t keep them open anymore, tiny lips pressed together in a sweet sort of pout as heavy little breaths escaped her nose. She had a thin tuft of brown hair on her head, and he’d curiously ran his hand over it, surprised by how soft it had been beneath his fingertips. Demetri had agreed the girl could stay with him through the night, since he had watched the secretary feed, wind and settle the child and it would potentially need to be done every few hours if she was as young as her small stature suggested.

He’d googled what he’d missed after they all left him be, Felix grinning smugly at him as if he expected him to break any moment. The more he read, the worse he felt. This sweet little thing would have to go to the police first, then be put into the system? Worse yet, people might not even adopt her! She might never find a permanent home with a family that loved her! She could instead be fostered, live in someone’s home for a little while and then be moved on to a new family. So many children were already in need of homes…would she be lost in their system? Would anyone notice her? Help her? The thought made him horribly anxious, especially when he went on to read all the horrible statistics about children in care. More likely to commit crimes, less likely to go onto higher education, more likely to die earlier in life…

Demetri had slammed his laptop lid closed, marched straight to Aro, and refused to hand her over to the human authorities. He had had to fight for her to, the entirety of the guard pretty much against the idea and thinking he was crazy. Not wanting to lose his tracker however, Aro had given him a week to prove he could step up and parent the little girl. Demetri had immediately used his Amazon Prime privileges to priority order as many parenting books with five star ratings as he could and remodelled an entire corner of his quarters into a nursery, refusing any help offered since he was determined to prove them all wrong. In the space of a week, through copious amounts of reading and hands on experience, Demetri became an expert in all things baby. It wasn’t unusual to find him walking around the gardens with the little girl in his arms, or reading to her before bed as she slammed little hands down onto the pictures in the picture books he’d brought, exposing her to all sorts of new things to keep her mind engaged and stimulated.

Astraea Volturi had received her coven necklace two years ago and been doted on ever since.

“Well done dear ones, you have served us well.” Aro smiled at each of his guard, clearly pleased with their work, and Demetri stood a little taller before his Master. It had been agonising to be away as long as he had been, even though he knew she’d been well taken care of by her family. Felix had come with him as he always did, but Alec and Jane had been left behind, a few spare members of the lower guard all that were needed to take care of the nomads having a territory squabble – he’d been thoroughly amused at having to remind nomads that they had no territory. He had expected to find her with them now, the twins coddling his sweet girl as they often did when they had the chance to play with her. Astraea was nowhere to be seen though. Not a hint of cocoa coloured hair or sparkling green irises anywhere. He almost groaned when Aro turned to talk to the lower guard that had been under his command without dismissing him to go and find her.

His words blended together, Demetri unsure if it was just his impatience or if Aro really was dragging this out with meaningless words and gushing praise. He put his gift to good use, internally reaching for her tenor when he caught it, the pitter patter of little feet he knew so well echoing faintly down the hall. He almost turned his head, but then the footsteps paused and a warm, delightful giggle hit his ears, quickly followed by a hushing. Demetri turned his head back towards Aro, seeing the glint in his eyes. Clearly his Master was in on it to, buying her time to pull off whatever little trick she had up her sleeve. His Astraea had grown into an energetic, bubbly little thing and it wasn’t the first time she’d gotten up to some mischief, mischief he mostly blamed Uncle Felix’s bad influence for.

“Quietly now, you do you want your father knowing you are sneaking up on him now, do you?” Heid’s voice was easily recognisable to his ears and Demetri couldn’t help but smile slightly. Sneaking up on him, was she? He had seen a documentary once where predators in the animal kingdom let their children sneak up on them and pretended to be scared so they could finetune their hunting instincts, perhaps he should do the same? She would hopefully one day become the same kind of predator he was, there was no harm in preparing her early was there? Besides that, he didn’t think he could stand to see the disappointment on her face if it didn’t work. The quiet creak of the door made his lips twitch upwards. She was only human after all, his sweet girl clumsy on her feet at the best of times having only just really learned to use them. It was like having an elephant come stamping across the stone towards him but he pretended to be suitably distracted by Aro’s ramblings, unsurprised the man had indulged her in this.

He heard her before he felt her.

“Rrraaaaaa!”

Dutifully, he flinched and gasped in shock, eyes widening and jaw dropping as he very carefully took a step away. She had heard him growl once before and had been trying to imitate the sound ever since in her own, adorable way, though she could never get close to the low threatening sounds he could produce. If anything, it was like watching a kitten struggle to meow, but she’d leapt forward simultaneously and began tugging at his hand to to complete her terrifying attack. Hand fluttering dramatically to his chest, Demetri slowly broke into a smile, his heart melting at the look of triumph on her chubby little face. Maybe one day she’d look back and realise just how fake his acting really was, but for today it was clear he had made her happy in this small fraction of forever they’d get to spend together.  

“You scared me sweet girl!” he chuckled. She had most of her milk teeth through now but there were still a few gaps towards the back of her mouth. It was not enough to ruin the brilliance of her smile. Still giggling manically, she let him go in favour of lifting her arms up, her grabby hands telling him exactly what she wanted. It was no trouble for him to pull her up onto his hip, his lips finding her forehead automatically as his fingertips tickled over her stomach. Peals of laughter rang out, making his smile stretch wider as he tightened his grip so her squirming wouldn’t make her fall.

“No Daddy!” she cried.

“No? You dare say no to the tickle monster?” he challenged, his voice a rough growl. A halo of curls bounced about her face, one quickly turning red. Demetri stopped tickling her, hand coming around to clasp her shoulder gently. Her giggles slowly died away, two short arms wrapping around his neck and soft hair tickling his cheek as she rested her head against his shoulder.

“I missed you Daddy.” She said, snuggling closer as his heart melted. She smelt of that strawberry shampoo she liked, the kind he bought specifically because it wasn’t supposed to sting if it accidentally found it’s way into her eyes, and the fresh, clean scent that came with her bubble bath. Heidi had clearly already bathed her and she was clad in her pyjamas now, the colourful stripes encasing her body very different from the little dress he’d seen her in when he left. She’d cried that day, not understanding why he had to leave her again so soon after he’d gotten back, and he had spent as often as he could while out on this mission calling home to ensure his little Astraea didn’t feel she’d been forgotten about. He’d picked her up a few little presents to, but those could wait until tomorrow when she was well rested.

“I missed you to sweet girl, so very much.” He murmured.

“Are you reading me?” she asked, doe-eyed. Demetri smiled, glancing to his Masters and nodding briefly when he was dismissed with a quiet wave of Aro’s hand before he turned and exited the throne room. Astraea remained cuddled into his side, eyes shining.

“To me, are you reading to me, tonight.” He amended automatically as she curled her fingers into his cloak, then uncurled once more.

“Are you?” she repeated. Her speech had come along a little slowly for his tastes, but she was doing well, picking up words and phrases from them like a sponge now.

“Yes, I will be reading you your story tonight.” He confirmed, turning the corner to head up the stairs to their floor. For a while Demetri had been okay with the crib in his room, Astraea still so young she didn’t always sleep through consistently and seemed to prefer being close to him, but slowly as time marched on and she grew he knew she needed a space of her own. She very clearly wasn’t keen on the idea of leaving his room so the guard had made it an exciting affair, letting her choose everything from the toddler bed she’d sleep in to the colours they’d paint the doors in her room. With Astraea ‘in charge’  they’d quickly set to work decorating her new bedroom and she’d been very excited to see her scribbly designs (a bunch of lines on paper Demetri had pretended he understood as she babbled about them to him) come to life.

Once he’d opened her door, he set her down with a smile, watching her scamper her way towards her bed while he unhooked the cloak from his shoulders, flashing into his room just across from her to place it on the coat rack before he moved back into her room. She had already crawled her way up onto the covers, pulling them back with both hands so she could move onto the mattress beneath. Demetri bent at the waist, flicking on her nightlight by the door and turning off the main light. She reached to turn on her bedside lamp, the stars illuminating bright white as he tucked her in and settled on the edge of her bed.

“Daddy? Tell me it?” she requested, hugging her preferred cuddly toy to her chest as she looked up at him.

“Tell you what?” Demetri tilted his head, fishing for more information as he reached for her storybook. They were currently reading a series of stories Heidi had found on her travels, The Wishing Chair Collection.

“Not that one!” she whined. Demetri frowned, setting the book on the mattress.

“You do not want to read this tonight?” he questioned. She shook her head, looking down at her little lion friend.

“We want name story.” She said matter of factly. His expression softened.

“Again?” he chuckled. Astraea nodded her head, her smile dazzling as she showed off her little teeth once more.

“Please?” she dragged out the ‘ee’ sound and Demetri was quick to put a finger to his lips, silencing her so he could gather his thoughts. It was a story he had told her once, not expecting her to find it interesting, but for whatever reason she’d latched onto it.

“A long time ago, on a dark, breezy night, a knight was patrolling his Masters castle.” He started. Astraea settled into her pillows, green eyes watching him with such reverence it made his heart swell. “Whilst patrolling his route, he heard a strange sound coming from outside the castle doors, so the knight went to investigate and found the most beautiful baby in all the land.” He continued, smiling when she giggled.

“That’s me!” she cheered. Demetri leaned forward to gently tap her nose.

“This beautiful baby had the brightest green eyes, and hair so soft it was like touching angel wings. The knight could not understand why she was all alone. She lay in a basket, her only belongings being her clothes, and her blanket. She was very cold, and very sad, so the knight took her inside to help her.” he carried on as though she hadn’t interrupted, his body now resting alongside her small legs, propped up on his elbow so he could stroke her hair gently. Her eyes were already starting to droop.

“Then what?” she asked.

“Then, the knight had to call for some help. He was not really sure how to look after the beautiful baby so he needed someone to teach him. His Masters tried to tell him she would be better in a different home, that someone who already knew how to look after her could do better than he could, but he knew, from the moment he had seen her, that the beautiful baby was meant to be his. She was a gift from the Gods.” He said, voice quieter now as she blinked owlishly.

“So…kept her.” she mumbled. He nodded.

“He kept her,” he confirmed, “But then the knight realised the beautiful baby had no name. He thought of lots of different names, like Phoebe, Valeria, Carina…none of them fit. They were pretty yes but not right for the beautiful baby. He remembered the night he had found her that the stars had been so bright, almost as though they had turned on solely to guide the knight to his baby.” Her eyes were drooping now, her body turned ever so slightly towards him and sharp little inhales escaping her whenever she woke herself back up from her slumber. Sleep was quickly claiming her and she would be no match for it soon enough he knew, but to see her so desperate trying to stay awake simply to stay with him a little longer…

“Softie.” Felix’s voice reached his ears but when he glanced at the door there was nobody there. Demetri dutifully ignored him to continue his story, his hand never ceasing the rhythmic motions on her hair, relishing in the softness of the strands between his fingers.

“Before he served his Masters, the knight had served the Gods of his village. There were many Gods, all in charge of different things, but one was a star-maiden, a goddess of justice and innocence who was rumoured to have rejoined the stars when Earth became to corrupt for her to live on. He looked back at the beautiful baby. She was innocent and had fallen from the stars right into the arms of a knight who pursued justice…so he named her after the star-maiden, he named her Astraea.” He concluded, his voice as soft as a breath of air. Her eyes had fluttered closed at some point and stayed that way ever since, but Demetri couldn’t bring himself to pull away from his sweet girl just yet.

Her breathing was soft, even, her fingers occasionally tightening around her little lion friend. Demetri kissed his middle and index fingers, pressing them lightly to the cuddly toy’s forehead before he repeated the motion with Astraea. She didn’t stir at all, the innocence radiating from her little body. He wondered briefly exactly what she dreamed about, seeing the way her nose scrunched in her sleep, and he hoped he had made her life nice enough that whatever she dreamt of was pleasant.

“Who would have guessed the key to bringing the Volturi bloodhound to heel lay in the hands of a small human?” Felix’s voice was low, teasing, so quiet Astraea would definitely not stir. Demetri rolled his eyes, pushing to his feet and making sure her duvet was tucked up beneath her chin how she liked it before he turned off her bedside lamp and headed for the door. He left it ajar as he always did and found Felix leaning against the wall just outside.

“You are just as besotted with her as me.” He accused. Felix grinned at his defensive tone and for a moment they lapsed into silence, just listening to the gentle sound ofher breathing. It was calming to Demetri in a way nothing else was, knowing his child was safe in her bed.

“We were going to play some cards in the common room if you wished to join us.” Felix said finally. Demetri nodded once.

“I’ll be down after a shower.” He agreed. No more was said as they parted ways, Demetri entering his quarters and kicking off his shoes. His room was littered with photographs he had never in a thousand years dreamed he would ever have, but her radiant smile beamed out of each frame from all corners of his room. His fingertips trailed the edge of the frame sitting on his bedside table as he passed it on the way to his closet for fresh clothes. Astraea had barely been in his care for three days when this one was taken, but he recalled the moment well. After a stressful few days trying to ensure he had all he needed and knew what he had to, it was the first moment of calm after the storm. Astraea had settled in his arms after a feeding and simply…gone to sleep, finally comfortable with her surroundings and with him. His lips twitched into a smile. She was so much smaller then, even tinier than she was now, the length of his lap at most.

His sweet girl was growing up fast, but Demetri was surrounded by all their most precious memories so as they moved from one to the next, he would never forget what happened after he took her from the doorstep.  

[anika-ann]

Nothing but the Truth - Pt.1

The Photo Evidence

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader        Word count: 2480

Summary: A fake dating AU. Be sure that when you have one lunch outside the Tower, you will be found and accused of dating Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. Yep, that’s just your luck.

Warnings: swearing, fluff...?

Story Masterlist

“So…” Tony crossed his arms on his chest, raising a challenging eyebrow, making you sink into your seat. He stood next to the hologram, staring you and Steve down with a glare so intense you thought he might have got possessed by a demon or something, because since when was Tony Stark able to look like a disappointed parent? That was Steve’s domain as far as you had been informed! “Either of you have anything to say for yourself?”

You gulped, averting your practically-boss’ gaze and pressed your lips into a thin line as your fingers fumbled with the hem of your blouse.

“So? Just so you know, the press is loving this. They have a freaking field day,” Natasha added, crossing her arms as well and you truly felt like you were five and were being hauled over the coals, your father and now your mum giving you a hard time over a broken vase or something.

You eyed Steve, who shifted in his seat, his eyes fixed on the photograph. He didn’t utter a word and you bit your lower lip, wondering what was on his mind.  

You would love to say that you had no idea how this happened.  

Except you had every idea.

Meeting Steve in the lobby just outside the cafeteria, you couldn’t help but smile up at him and he returned the favour, a crinkle of green in his blue eyes.

There had been a time you had been intimidated by him – it had taken you several encounters to lose the stiffness in your shoulders, the barely audible tremble in your voice (that was when you actually found the courage to speak) – but now, seeing him almost every day, welcoming him with the corners of your lips upright felt like a second nature.

After all, he was one charming bastard. And what worse, he was a gentlemanly, honest and witty bastard, who was one of Sam’s closest friends, if not the best one; replacing you, which... okay, you could be Sam’s best female friend, you were alright with that.

You and Sam went a way back; you had been the first person to welcome him at the VA centre and as he was yet another charming bastard, even at that time, you instantly hit it off, mostly because of him; it was near to impossible not to seek his company, he was like… like some sort of a life-charger.

If you were being honest, there was a time when you thought you might even become more than friends, because who were you kidding, that man was ridiculously attractive, but when you met… he was still healing from losing his wingman and a relationship was the last thing on his mind. And later… you were too deep into your friendship, friend-zoned for eternity and too comfortable with each other, you guessed. You were alright with that and you wouldn’t trade his friendship for the world.

And then the world turned crazy, Sam had a literal run-in with Captain America, became at first a part-time and then a full-time Avenger and practically dragged you to the Avengers Tower to apply for a job in administrative. You had been hired on spot despite still being employed at the VA. But seeing as it was the only way of keeping Sam and your lunches together and as you weren’t too opposed to a change of scenery…

Sam introduced you to Steve way too early and against your will. Well, not that you didn’t want to meet the Captain, alright, but he was the kind of man that was not running in the same social circles – until recently – as you and Sam just brought him to one of your friendly lunch dates in the Tower cafeteria and nearly shook your hands for you. Which was… odd. You were rendered speechless and you didn’t say a word during the whole lunch.

However, Sam apparently had a vision in his head, needing his two besties going along perfectly and lunches in three became a regular thing so you would crawl out of your shell. And funnily enough, it worked and you and Steve fell into a rather easy friendship, most of that happening when Sam had been called away and you were forced to have lunch without him. You might have started to enjoy those even more than when he tagged along.

Which brought you back to today.

“Hey, Steve. No Sam today?”

He shook his head and you swore there might have been a tiny eyeroll to go with that gesture.

“Tony needed him, because of the Falcon wings. Urgently,” he emphasized, making you chuckle at the billionaire’s insistence. It didn’t surprise you, you heard of that infamous feature of his enough times.

You most definitely did not run in the same circles as the Avengers, unless they were Steve or Sam; sure, you had met them, because Sam was a mingler who mingled and adored you enough to insist on introducing you – bless his soul – but just because you worked at the Tower, it didn’t mean that you were in everyday contact with the Earth’s mightiest heroes. You were nothing but an office rat, one of way too many at the Tower, one wheel in the huge machine that was needed to run Stark Industries, which founded most of the Avengers’ work.

You just happened to be Sam’s – and if you dared to say it, Steve’s – friend.

“Where are you today?”

You blinked as he held the glass door opened for you, smiling at him in thanks and snapped back to reality.

“Huh?”

“You keep zoning out on me. Anything… troubling you?” he asked gently as he fell to the line with you, ignoring the menu boards in favour of scanning your face for signs of distress. He was sweet like that.

You just shook your head, deciding on partly admitting the truth; partly, because you knew he wouldn’t be happy to hear you say anything resembling him being out of your league (of any kind of social interaction) and you wondering how the hell that happened.

“Eh, just remembering when we started getting lunch here,” you shrugged, eyeing the menu absently. “You know, all three of us?”

He hummed in affirmation, following your suit. “You wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Can you blame me?” A gorgeous man and a hero, biceps size of a bowling ball? With a smile that might as well serve as a powerstation with its brightness? “I was a bit stark-stuck, cut me some slack.”

“You wouldn’t talk to me until the third lunch.” Your heart stopped. He remembered the number of lunches? Worse, he remembered that at all? You felt your face get hot. Not in a pleasant way. “Sam was trying so hard to get us to talk and laugh, but it wasn’t working until-“

“Don’t,” you basically growled over your shoulder, only to see his signature shit-eating grin. Why had you ever thought he was a virtuous man?

You placed a soup on your tray and moved over to the salads.

“-until you attempted to stab a tomato-“

On a second thought, you weren’t in the mood for a salad today-

“-and it landed in my plate.”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, turning around with your tray, only to feel a bump from your side, causing you to sway the tray hazardously.

You would have been able to balance it and save it, but the soup was fucking hot as it splashed from the bowel to your abdomen and your hand and with a yelp, you let go of the tray in order to pull the burning-hot material of your blouse from your skin, your afflicted hand shaking wildly in attempt to cool itself at least a bit.

Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, you heard a shattering noise as the tray hit the ground, a ‘shit’ and a ‘sorry’ and you were being cooled down from a bottle of water which Steve charmed out of fucking nowhere, the cool liquid like a balm on your burned skin.

Yeah, you were soaking and you’d feel like dying of embarrassment because of people probably watching you later, but at the moment, you adored Steve for his quick reactions.

He was asking for another bottle of water, but you stopped him with a simple raise of your hand, eyes closed as you breathed through the pain; less sharp, but still present.

Whoever you had collided with was long gone, the staff eyeing you with concern and already rushing to you with cleaning supplies. Steve’s gentle hand led you away from the mess, brows furrowed as his eyes kept flickering from your face to spy in how much pain you were, to your slowly reddening burns.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom and then get you some dry clothes, okay?” he whispered over the buzz of cafeteria and nodded at the staff as they dismissed you both with a wave of a hand. You felt a different kind of burn in your face as many, way too many people stared at you.

You were sure some of them were cackling, you noticed even when you tried your best to keep your gaze glued to the ground; when you looked up and saw their gaze travel up a bit, whatever mean smile they had froze on their lips and they swiftly minded their business again. You only guessed that they had met Captain America’s disappointed glare; you had seen it, never been at the receiving end, luckily, but you didn’t blame them one bit and you were immensely grateful to Steve for not letting you do your walk of shame – in which you were an utterly innocent participant – alone.

He waited in front of the ladies’ room until you cooled your burns again, walked you to your office where you stored an extra set of clothes just in case of whatever and offered you an apologetic smile and soft ‘I’m sorry’ on his lips.

“…what are you sorry for?” you asked him, utterly confused and it distracted you for a minute from the embarrassment that had come knocking at the door of your mind. Christ, how many people saw your little scene? Did anyone snap a picture?

“If I haven’t been teasing you about the-“

“Oh my god, Steve,” you groaned when you caught up, your hand landing on his bicep on autopilot, a gesture to get him shut up, which was something you were used to from when you wanted to silence Sam whenever he was being stupid.

You quickly snatched your hand away when you realized that the sensation was slightly different, the bicep under your palm felt just a bit thicker and firmer than usual and you had in fact very much groped Steve.

Great, now both of your hands felt like on fire.

You gulped, hoping foolishly that he hadn’t noticed your slip. You had noticed, okay. You would have very interesting dreams tonight…

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you added.

He frowned, dissatisfied, but then his face lightened up. “Come on. Let’s grab a lunch-“ you froze at the horror image of you coming back to the hellhole of cafeteria only about a half an hour after you giving them the super-awkward show. “-somewhere. I’m paying. What are you in the mood for?”

And he asked with such cute inviting smile, his eyes shining, that stupid green spark dancing in blue sea and you didn’t even have the heart to point out that you hadn’t crashed into anyone, but had in fact been crashed into, let alone to tell him no.

It ended in a lovely lunch date and it… kinda felt like a lunch date, his long fingers gingerly checking on your burned hand at one point which wasn’t hurting at all anymore because he was your hero and… yeah, you might have been crashed into, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore that you had a freaking crush on Steve Rogers.

Thinking about it, the photo did make it look like a date as well. So, you didn’t really blame that the tabloids plastered it over the front pages with Steve being who he was and him usually keeping his private life secured as Fort Knox. This was huge and would have been even huger if it wasn’t one big misunderstanding caused by a ridiculous game of chance.

“It was, eh, a coincidence, honestly. One thing led to another, we had a little incident in the cafeteria-“ Steve finally started to explain and you felt just the tinniest bit of the burden that had seated itself on your chest when you had been called into the small conference room disappear.

You had utterly and truly freaked out at the idea of explaining to Tony Stark and his PR why did every tabloid and some newspaper too now – only a day after, less than 24 hours in fact – thought that you were Steve’s girlfriend. One of the reasons being that you were not running in the same circles as the Iron Man, not really knowing him, another one that at some point you would have to admit how stupid it all was, because hello? You were no one special. How had they even drawn a conclusion like that?

Eyeing the photo, you were reminded exactly how.

Steve could apparently be very tender when he wanted to, which was by some miracle visible in the photo and in return, you might have been looking at him like he was the eighth wonder of the world. In addition, he had a teeny-tiny soft smile on his lips and the way his brows knitted in concern was not helping the whole situation.

Speaking of Steve’s tender fingers, they were connected to a large hand, to an impressive forearm and a massive bicep you had possibly dreamt about last night-

“Well, normally I’d say don’t tell me, tell the PR,” Tony smirked shortly and sighed. “But…”

Uh-oh. You did not like the ‘but’. What did the ‘but’ mean?

“…but this in fact might be a blessing,” Natasha finished, resigning to her posture of a disappointed mum and relaxing.

Huh?

You were confused to no end by their cryptic talk. Shooting Steve a look, you were slightly relieved to see that he seemed to share the sentiment.

He was also apparently at loss of words.

So were you, but you managed to stutter out two: “…what? How?”

Tony grimaced and with a motion of his hand, ten different faces, five different men and five women, each in an individual frame, paired up as the line of men was on top (rude) and the women below them, appeared in the hologram, replacing the infamous photo evidence of your supposed relationship with Steve.

You still didn’t understand. And what Tony Stark said next didn’t help either.

“Because we need your help.”

Part 2

‘I solemnly swear I’ll work on that fic I’ve been promising to finish for ages.’

Eh, failed again.

For some reason, Smallville popped up in my mind recently (I blame Tom Welling’s cameo in the mega DC crossover). This fic is inspired by episode 8x05 ‘Committed’, if it means anything to anyone :D

Also, fake dating was on my non-existent to-do writing list.

Enjoy and leave feedback if you’re willing :-P

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The Doctor and The Lizard (Identity V Tickle-fic)

(So I would say this is mildly nsfw, so I'm setting it as mature just to be safe. No, He is not naked in that tub, He has shorts on)

“Yes yes, Come In!” The Doctor cooed from her makeshift office, seated behind a desk she had squeezed into her little room. A turn of the door handle and a rather bashful looking reptile would enter, tip of his tail twitching as he stared at the ground. At least, Emily thought it was bashfulness on the other’s face. It could’ve been embarrassment or a number of things. But what on earth could he have to be embarrassed about. Her internal question was answered once the lizard took a seat and finally spoke. “It’s shedding season..and I need...” The lizard would grimace before continuing.

“I need help with it. Its a living hell to deal with and I cannot..reach every single area on this wretched body of mine” A slight growl lingered in Luchino’s voice, a mix of fallen pride and irritation. The Doctor would slowly blink, taking in the request and thinking it over. “..Its..a bit odd, but I’m sure I can assist if its causing you any pain or bother” She wasn’t exactly a big expert on reptiles, but she could hazard a guess that leaving the shed to remain could lead to irritation, maybe even infection. “Well..I may have to look at a few books fir-!” Emily would flinch as a book on reptiles was dropped on the desk on front of her. Where..where on earth was he hiding that?. “..Be patient please” She spoke softly, carefully opening the book. She could feel the lizard’s eyes on her as she scanned the pages, visibly wincing at some of the unfortunate effects that could occur from a bad shed. “..And you need my help again because? I just want to clarify a few things” She spoke softly once more, receiving a quick reply from Luchino. “Because some areas I can’t reach on my own” That hiss again, a sound of flustered embarrassment. “Oh! That must be quite the annoyance” Emily remarked, fighting the smile creeping upon her face. While it was some degree of amusing to see the tall reptilian hunter in such a red state, She had been asked for some aide. “Well, according to the book, warm water seems to be the best remedy..so I suppose a bath is needed” She kept up a neutral and civil tone, professional. “I...Fuck it, if it helps, then why not” There was a defeated tone to Luchino’s voice as he got up, tongue flicking out once more. The journey to the bathroom was short lived, Emily waiting outside while the lizard got the tub full of hot water. And yes, bubbles. When called in, She nearly snorted at how the reptile only just fit in the bath. Luchino had sunk up to his shoulders, an expression similar to a disgruntled cat upon his face. A leg hung out of the side of the bath, while one knee poked out of the bubbles.

“Are..Are you comfortable in there?” The Doctor couldn’t help herself, a stray giggle bubbling out. Luchino merely huffed in response, sitting up and furiously staring at the bubbly water. Amusement ended as Emily neared, taking a better look at the now soaked scaley back. She frowned at several telltale spots of irritation, flecks and patches of shed just about to fall off, yet not quite. “Poor thing” Emily muttered under her breath, receiving a snort from the hunter. “I asked for your help, not your pity” The lizard grumbled, poking a stray bubble floating about in the air.

“Right, right..” The frown remained as she worked on a particularly nasty patch of shed, carefully tugging it off and depositing it into a bucket. Distractions occurred as she studied the scales with curiosity and interest, noting the odd blend between human and reptile. Her fingers would gently trace the spine, searching for hidden bits of shed. The water would shake, the lizard turning and grabbing her wrist, causing her to squeak in fright. “..Be careful near the spine” Was all he said before letting go of her hand, returning to his staring at the water.

The Doctor needed a moment to compose herself before continuing her removal of the shedding skin, having been somewhat startled by the suddenness of the grab. She would work from the top to the bottom of the back, stopping at the base of his tail. “..Luchino, I just want to confirm that you are fine with me..treating this specific area” Rolling up her sleeves, She received a muttered ‘It’s fine’. Taking a deep breath, She dipped her hands into the water, clearing some of the bubbles to get a better look at the base of the tail, as long as the rest of the tail. She squeaked when Luchino adjusted suddenly, his tail somewhat falling out of the tub. Emily was reminded of how horribly imposing said tail was, knowing well enough the lizard would use it in matches to snag survivors or trip them. She banished any odd thoughts from her mind and got to work, starting at the base of the tail. She found she had to massage the area somewhat to loosen up the shedding skin, carefully and nervously pressing her thumbs there. The lizard was still as she worked, though as a surprise to her, She saw his shoulders start to shake and fidget, though no sound came from him. Initially confused, She finally put the pieces together when she reached the middle of the tail, gently rubbing at a piece of shed to loosen up. It was the snort that startled her first, bubbles nearly pouring over the side of the tub. “Oh..Oh my..I’m sorry if that tickled, Luchino” Was there a mild teasing tone to her voice? Yes, yes there was, and it sent a shiver up the reptile’s spine.

One half of her wondered what brought her onto teasing the dangerous hunter, but the other half knew well enough why. Revenge for all those times she got knocked down during matches, or taunted. “To be perfectly honest, I never thought you could be..sensitive in such a manner. Sensitive to cold weather makes sense, but ticklish?” She hummed as she made her way down to the tip of the tail, glancing over quickly to see the lizard bury his face in his hands, shoulders still shaking and small waves being made in the bath. His face burned with a fiery red blush, firmly keeping his hands over his mouth to keep the giggles from bubbling out. “It does make one wonder..where else is a big bad hunter such as yourself sensitive?~” Was she nuts to tease him? Probably. She paused her teasing, finding a rather uncooperative bit of shed on the tip of the tail. “Hm..now this wont do” She mused, getting a decent drip on the piece of shedding and gently tugging it. It took a lot of effort, So much so she barely noticed the other make a rather audible wheezing noise into his hands. “Almost..got i-!” She would squeak, slippy on a wet patch of flooring and tumbling onto her rear, piece of shedding in her hand. Emily would huff softly, getting up carefully and depositing the piece into the bucket, which was getting rather full. “Heavens above, how much shedding do you produ-..” Her sentence was cut short as she just noticed the Lizard now looming over her, leaning on the tub to do so. The scarlet blush remained on his face, Her giving him a sheepish grin. “Ah..A-About the te-” She was silence when a finger was put to her lips. Luchino was quiet for a moment, eyes closed as he thought. “..Never, In all of my days at this wretched manor, would I have thought of you as being an utterly devious devil, Emily Dyer~” The tone of voice sent a shiver up The Doctor’s spine, a blush of her own creeping upon her face. Before she could reply, a scaley tail wrapped around her and she squealed rather loudly, being pulled into the tub by the lizard, watering flowing over the top and soaking the bathroom floor. Cap on the floor, Her hair and the rest of herself now soaked in bubbles and water, She barely registered how much cackling the lizard was doing. To give her position some perspective, She was currently receiving a face full of his chest, partially leaning on him as a red blush spread all the way to her ears. Fumbling with her words, She would sit up and stare at him. Stare at those terrible amber eyes full of cheeky amusement and mirth. “T-this is highly unprofessional!” She remarked with a shaking voice, finding her own set of giggles bubbling up in her chest. Why did she find this so funny? She was a doctor for heavens sake, tumbling into the same bath as a patient clearly wasn’t some a normal doctor would do. Emily was aware of hard her heart was beating in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears. “That, is what you get for teasing me, Doctor~” The lizard sounded so smug, so proud it made her ears burn. With a less than dignified huff, She scooped up some of the remained bubbles and pasted them upon his chin. He retaliated by messing up her bun and leaving a mustache of bubbles upon her face. Staring at each-other, the pair burst into snickering laughter, most of the bath water ending up on the floor with how hard they were laughing.

Exhausted and soaking wet, Emily sighed, resting upon the lizard’s torso. Granted this took Luchino aback slightly, But he didn’t say anything. “...I won’t tell if you won’t” The Doctor chirped with a soft giggle, a little high on the serotonin caused by the silly events thus far. Luchino just smiled, a tired sort of smile before hauling her out of the tub. Snickering would resume from the lizard, Him remarking about how she looked like a wet cat. She flicked water at him in retaliation before moving to dry off, making use of the shower curtain to keep herself presentable. Soon enough, the pair were dry, The reptile dressed in his usual attire. Adjusting the bun on her head, Emily would squeak when a hand rested upon her shoulder. She turned to look up at him, an eyebrow slightly raised. “Yes?” She spoke, the ghost of a smile upon her face. “..Thank you for the help..” The words of appreciation seemed wonky upon the reptile’s lips, as if he wasn’t used to really thanking anyone for anything. “I...Its not a problem..feel free to come to me if you have any more shedding issues” She put on her serious face, her calm hard working face, feeling giggles threaten to bubble up from her again. With a chuckle, the reptile would pat her head and leave. -------------------------------------- Emily was awoken from her doze at the match table by a tap on the arm. “Hey, Miss Emily, I heard one of the hunters visited you for something. What was it?” It was dear Emma, an innocent smile upon her face. Miss Dyer found herself letting out a sigh, a wry smile upon her face. “Its not important Emma, don’t worry” She’d chuckle when she received a pout from the gardener, the conversation over as soon as the match bell dinged.

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I was reading ch579 and I have a prompt! Haymitch is concerned about Peeta and Katniss so he does asks Effie for condoms and then she's all mad because why on Earth would he wants condoms for? (after MJ maybe?). She can go all the way to twelve to give the condoms to him too if you want to

There seems to be a problem with formating on mobile? I saw some of the words were stuck together… It is fine on desktop though so maybe check the ff link? [x]

Maybe One Day Hypothetically

Haymitch turned the page of his book, trying toignore the unusual agitation outside his house. The wedding dresses photoshoot– or whatever the Capitol was calling it – was in full swing over at Katniss’and there were a lot of staff crew members moving portable spotlights andwhat-nots, calling out to each other, laughing the mocking giggles Capitolslaughed or simply exploring the Village. He could hear them streets away.

He had made a conscious choice not to show up for it, unwilling to beroped into helping – and he would beroped into helping or, worse, into posing with the bride to be or somethingbecause that was how showbiz worked. Cinna would find him when he was ready ifthere was anything new to discuss.

He kept on reading, regularly bringing the cupof spiked herbal tea to his lips, and listening to the softer less aggravatingsounds of things being moved around in the house.

He might not have been sure about hiringHazelle, at first, but he was very sold now. Living in a clean house, havingclean laundry every day and not having to navigate around the health hazardsthat had been his kitchen and his bathrooms was a novelty he had gotten used tovery fast.

It was a bit awkward still, because they usedto be friends and now she was his housekeeper – hell, no, it was plain awkwardbecause they used to be friends and he had cut her off overnight like he hadcut everybody else off – but they were slowly finding their footing back. Hehad always liked Hazelle, she was steadfast, no-nonsense but she had a goodsense of humor.

“I’m done for today.” she declared, latemorning, walking in the living-room already wrapping her new red scarf aroundher neck. He had bought her the scarf as a gift – there had been a lot ofarguing on her part before she had accepted it but, as Haymitch had pointedout, she deserved a bonus for having unclogged his toilets. Saying he hadn’tbeen embarrassed by the state of the bathrooms was a stretch. She kept ontalking, snatching the empty mug he had placed on the floor next to hisarmchair to relocate it on the coffee table. “This goes in the sink when you’redone.” she ordered. He gave her a mock salute. “I’ve left you some soup fromSae’s on the stove for lunch. Don’t get excited, it’s rats.”

“My favorite.” he deadpanned, earning himself aquick amused smile.

It was a short one though. With the Hobdestroyed Sae was barely keeping her head above water. She kept on cooking whatshe could find at her own shack and people kept on trading her for a bowl ofsoup but times were hard.

“The laundry machine is almost done.” shecontinued. “It’d be great if youcould remember to put it in the dryer. And maybe put it away but I’m notholding my breath on that. Don’t leave it in the laundry machine, that will beenough to make me happy.”

“You’re cheap.” he accused.

“There’s also some warm bread on the counterand cheese buns in the fridge.” she added. “And I got you your liquor. It’s inthe cupboard.”

He had been running very low on his stock andtrafficking liquor with the new Peacekeepers around watching everyone was dangerous.He hated asking Hazelle to smuggle it in but his moves were more likely than not scrutinized.

He was also more likely to eat the bread andthe buns – that probably came from Peeta – than the soup he had only asked herto buy so Sae would have some cash. Unlike others, he didn’t trade at the Hob,he paid.

“Marry me.” he demanded.

Hazelle rolled her eyes, a retort already onher lips – probably something about how he was too much work or how he was toolate  or something along those lines –but a loud gasp interrupted the familiar banter.

He turned his head, a sinking feeling in hisstomach, to find Effie Trinket on the living-room threshold, flamboyant in hergreen and gold sequins dress, a heavy woolen hooded cloak thingy fastened witha gold brooch on her shoulders, carrying a rectangular glittery purse… Hewasn’t sure how he had missed her approach because she was, as usual, blindingand those green heeled boots of hers couldn’t be discreet.

“My apologies.” she immediately said, her facevisibly turning crimson under the powder covering her face. “I did not mean to interrupt or intrude. I didnot knock because… Well… I never do. I thought… My apologies. Please, go on.”

She whirled around and Haymitch sat there, hisheart hammering in his chest because…

“Calm down, Princess.” he called out, mockingand detached. At least that was what he aimed for. “Just joking.”

Hazelle had closed off as soon as she hadspotted the Capitol.  “I will see youtomorrow.”

“See you.” Haymitch muttered, his attention onEffie who had stopped her hasty retreat and was now hesitating in the corridor.

He didn’t miss the look of pure loathingHazelle tossed her when she passed her by or the disdainful way his escortsized her up and down. Effie jutted her chin up when she was done, a smallsatisfied sneer on her green painted lips. Clearly, she found herself prettier.

And she wasn’t wrong.

Although to be fair, Effie had been spoiled andpampered all her life when Hazelle had been forced to slave herself off to feedher children. They were around the same age, give or take a few years, butHazelle’s face was marked by hardship when Effie’s was smoothed with creams,lotions and make-up.

Once the front door closed softly behindHazelle, Effie’s jaw clenched again and she gave him a long hard look. Then sheturned around and started walking toward the kitchen. He had the very strongfeeling she was going to use the backdoor to go back to Katniss’ without havingto cross path with Hazelle.

He quickly hauled himself out of the armchair.

The good thing with her heels was that he wasalmost always guaranteed to catch up with her if he really tried.

“Effie.” he sighed, grabbing her wrist just asshe was about to round the table, her sight on the door.

“I do apologizefor intruding.” Effie snapped. “I willremember to knock next time. Since you never showed up to the photoshoot Iassumed you were expecting me to come to you and you usually never answer when I ring the doorbell orannounce my presence so… I thought you would be drunk, possibly. Why waste timewaiting in front of your door in the cold? Sillyof me. Not to mention rude. I will not take that sort of liberties again, Ipromise. I hope she did not think me too forward. I would hate not to be on good terms with your wife-to-be, that would makeworking together very awkward.”

“Effie, stop.” he insisted, giving her arm alittle shake. “Look around.”

She glared at him first, then she took a good look around and, if possible, her glarehardened when she realized just how clean everything was.

“Well.” she scowled. “Congratulation. You found yourself a girlfriend who can keep yourhouse clean. Perhaps I should ask her to give some pointers to the Avoxes atthe penthouse.”

He rolled his eyes. “I pay her for it.”

Effie pursed her lips and shrugged off his gripwith one strong tug. “I do not needto be made aware of your personal arrangements.”

“Since when?” he scoffed but she looked readyto bolt again so he lifted both hands in the air in a pacifying gesture. “She’sthe housekeeper, sweetheart. Just thehousekeeper.”

“Do you ask all the women in your employ tomarry you?” she retorted, opening her glittery purse and fishing tworectangular boxes out of it. She tossed them at him and he struggled to catchthem. “The condoms you wanted. I cannothelp but admit it was a big hintsomething was going on. I am not asstupid as I look.” She clicked her purse shut. “I would appreciate it if youmade an appearance at the photoshoot. It will make a nice aside piece for thedresses reveal, Caesar will like it.”

He grabbed her arm back before she could runoff, trapping her against the table with his body this time.

“Are you done being a bitch?” he grumbled. “The condoms are for Peeta.”

She shoved him but he refused to move. It hadbeen give or take three months since the last time he had seen her and he was damned if that was how it was going togo. It would be another three months before the Reaping and he wanted… Hewanted something to go on. A nicelittle hour locked in his bedroom would do the trick.

“The condoms are for Peeta.” she repeated, in amocking frosty voice. “Do you think me a fool?”

“I told him I’d get him some just in case.” he snapped.

She stopped trying to push him away to glare, her lips pursed. “Are you tellingme I left the children under your solesupervision for three little monthsand they are now having sex?”

“I’m telling you I ain’t taking any risk.” heretorted. “You should be happy.”

“Happy that you are lying to me?” she scoffed. “If I were to cross the street toPeeta’s house right now and ask him ifhe is expecting condoms, he would sayyes, then, wouldn’t he?”

That wasn’ta given.

“Look…” he sighed.

“You do notowe me anything.” she huffed. “You canadmit you have a girlfriend.”

“I don’t dogirlfriends.” he sneered, aggravated. “Why are you being so difficult?” He rolled his eyes. “Why amI even asking stupid questions…” He shook his head. “And you’re right. I don’t owe you anything so can you drop thejealousy act?”

He hadn’t thought she could purse her lipsharder but, apparently, she could. Worse,hurt was starting to replace anger in her blue eyes and she was clearly bitingdown on the inside of her cheek.

“I need to go back to the shoot.” she grittedthrough clenched teeth.

“You need to stop being an idiot.” he mumbled,running a hand in his hair, feeling awkward. “I ain’t screwing Hazelle. Like Isaid she’s just a friend.”

“I thought she was just your housekeeper.” she hissed. “Now she is a friend?”

“You’re twisting everything I say.” hecomplained.

“You asked me to bring condoms despite the factwe have not used any in ages and whenI come here I find you asking a woman to marry you.” she spat, her blue eyesfilling with tears.

And, alright, from that point of view…

He tentatively placed his hands on her hips.

“We ain’t a couple, sweetheart.” he remindedher slowly. He wanted to be firm, to be cruel maybe because that had alwaysbeen the best way to keep her at arm-length but… It had been a while since hehad truly wanted to keep her atarm-length. “No strings.”

Her face closed off and, a second later, Effiewas gone and the escort was back. A charming cheerful smile on her lips, eyesshining bright in excitement rather than sorrow, the perfect picture ofhappiness. A lovely doll on a shelf.

He hated it when she did that.

He wasn’t sure at which point she had startedbeing herself around him, when shehad started losing the mask for him but… He liked the real her, the woman hiding behind her armor of silk and powder… Theescort was ruthless and fake and while he understood the necessity of stickingto a public personal – his old drunk one wasn’t a favorite of hers either – hehated it when she turned it against him.

“Don’t do that.” he chided, cupping her cheek.

She tried to remove his hand.

“Please, be careful not to smudge my make-up.”she complained in an even voice, as if they hadn’t just been arguing. “I really needto go back now.”

“You ain’t a photographer and you ain’t astylist.” he countered. “They can do without you.”

“Still.” She shot him her most dazzling smile.“I would rather keep an eye onKatniss.”

He should have let her go. He should have lether go and jumped on the opportunity because in a few months, the rebellionwould start and she would be better off if she wasn’t closely associated withhim. It would be safer for her. Hell,it would be safer for both of them.

And yet…

“Didn’t sleep with her.” he insisted, retracingher cheekbone with his thumb, his fingers toying with the minty green wig onher head. Testing if it was glued on or if there was any chance she would takeit off… “Don’t sleep with anyone else.” he added with a wince after a momentbecause she didn’t look convinced. “You know that.”

“No, I do not.”she replied, in that sing-song bubbly tone he hated. “No matter. As you said,it is no concern of mine. No stringsit is. Besides, I have prospects tooin the city.”

He moved before her words even fullyregistered, getting into her space, pinningher against the table…

“Mine.”he growled.

If she was disturbed by the sudden brutal move,she didn’t let on. Her nails were digging hard into his arms. “Am I?”

He stole a kiss, not giving her a chance toprotest. Her mouth remained closed and unforgiving under his.

“Princess…” he scowled. The hand that was onher cheek slid to her nape and the one on her waist found her ass… “Stop beinga bitch.”

“Arethose condoms for you?” she demanded to know.

“They’re for the boy.” he sighed, bumping hisnose against her cheek. “Come on…When was the last time I even…”

“What do I know?” she cut him off. “That womanseemed awfully cozy in your house.Leaving you lunch and talking about your laundry.”

“She’s my housekeeper.” he repeated, tired ofthe endless argument.

“I thought she was your friend.” she remarkedbitterly.

“Can’t she be both?” he grumbled.

She turned her head to the side and he attackedher neck with his mouth, making quick work of that golden brooch that kept thewoolen cloak on her shoulders. She must have started to see reason, he figured,or she wouldn’t have let him kiss her neck like that.

“Don’t you dareleave a mark.” she warned. Her hands slowly moved up to his shoulders, alittle hesitant. She was trembling and he didn’t think it had to do withdesire.

With a sigh he drew back, meeting her eyespoint blank. “I didn’t fuck her. Iain’t ever gonna fuck her. Or another one for that matter. I really wanna fuck youthough. So, what it’s gonna be? We fuckor we wait for three more months?”

She shot him an aggravated look, a pout on herlips.

“Language.” she rebuked. Her blue eyes searchedhis and then she looked away, to a distant point over his shoulder. “Are you in love with her?”

“For fuck’ssake, what do I have to say for you to getit?” he shouted, losing his patience.

He stepped back and marched toward thecupboard, grabbing a glass and a bottle of moonshine and slamming both on thecounter.

“You said you did not sleep with her not that you did not have feelings for her.” she shot right back. “You asked her to marry you.”

“It was a fuckingjoke!” he snapped, pouring himself a glass and downing it in one go.

“You neverjoke about that with me.” shescowled.

“’Cause with you it wouldn’t be a joke.” he retorted before he could think it through. Whenwhat had just slipped out of his mouth registered, he froze. She was watchinghim with wide startled eyes. A long deep hush fell on the kitchen. He wassqueezing the glass so tight he wasn’t really surprised when it cracked. He putit down before it shattered and he licked his lips. “I mean…” he clarified, hisvoice sounding hollow to his own ears. “You can’t take a joke. You’d take itseriously. Not that… I didn’t mean I’d want…”

“Alright.” she whispered.

Her face was blank and he didn’t dare meet hereyes, didn’t dare face the turmoil of emotions he was pretty sure was ondisplay there.

“Didn’t sleep with Hazelle.” he insisted.“Don’t have feelings for her either.”

“Alright.” she repeated.

“Condoms are for Peeta.” he concluded.

“Alright.” she said again.

He wasn’t sure what to do with all thatmeekness, wasn’t sure how they were going to escape the awkwardness in thekitchen, so he did what he always did when he was unsure: he turned her back toher and poured himself another drink.

“Haymitch?” she called. He heard the quietruffling of fabric behind him and figured she was putting her cloak back on.

“What?” He looked through the window over thesink at his deserted weed infested backyard and told himself it was fine. Shewould go and the next time they saw each other, it would be alright.

“Is this table clean?” she asked.

“Should be. Hazelle scrubs everything down.”The question was odd and he glanced at her over his shoulder, thinking maybeshe would suggest having lunch to salvage what could be of the day, only to doa double-take when he realized she hadn’tbeen putting her cloak back on. He turned around completely, hastily placingthe glass down on the counter, his eyes roaming over all the bare creamy skinon display…

She had lost the dress and the heels. And shewas giving him a sultry look.

“Fuckme on it.” she commanded.

His feet moved without his leave and, soonenough, she was lying on his kitchen table, he was naked too and he was definitely enjoying having a cleanhouse. It wasn’t like they had never done that on a table – hell, if thepenthouse’s dining-room could talk… – but it was a little different to have herlike that in his house, on a table heused mostly every day.

Afterward, while she was still lying therebasking in her afterglow, he kissed her stomach, nuzzled her thigh…

“I have a badhabit of breaking engagements.” she murmured suddenly.

His heartbeat quickened but he refused to givein to panic. “No kidding. How many again? Three?”

“Three.” she confirmed. “I believe the fourthtime might be the charm.”  

“I feel bad for the poor guy who ever put aring on your finger.” he taunted but he also kissed the inside of her knee andoffered a hand to help her sit up.

She took it and immediately locked her anklesbehind his legs, trapping him right there. She nipped at the tender flesh underhis ribcage. “You should if he doesn’t get me a big diamond ring… I have been waiting a long time for it, I expecta pretty one.”

He rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms aroundher slender frame, running his fingers down her spine.

“Good thing I’mnever marrying you, then.” he snorted. “You’re too fussy.”

She seemed to deflate a little. “They would never let us, would they? Even if… Wewould not be able to.”

“Not right now, no.” He shrugged. “Capitols andDistricts don’t mix, sweetheart. We’re barely better than animals, remember?”

“Perhaps one day.” she whispered against hisskin. A promise or a consolation, he wasn’t sure.

“Would imply I actuallywant to marry you.” he grumbled.

“Maybe one day hypothetically.” she corrected with asad chuckle.

“Yeah…” he sighedagainst her neck. “Hypothetically.”

He told himself itwasn’t part of why he really wantedthat revolution to work out.

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below. Not a replacement for professional veterinary assistance. Cats hardly ever need bathrooms, however when they do, it takes the chance of being a stressful experience (for you and the feline). The good news is you can probably call down the anxiety– for all celebrations included– by making certain you have the right feline hair shampoo handy. A lot more great news: feline shampoos and cleaning are really budget-friendly as well as can be found in tiny containers and packages.

Use Care When Cleaning Your Cat

In many years of possessing cats, I’ve used cat hair shampoos just a handful of times: When I took on 2 flea-ridden kittycats, when a daring pet cat went through a pool of oil, as well as a couple of times when an elderly feline experienced spells of diarrhea.

This has to do with right, according to the professionals that claim that cats should rarely be given baths.” Cats are desert animals, “claims Rose Silcox-Rither, Certified Master Groomer, and also proprietor of the Seattle-area firm Better Kitty.” Their fur withstands sand and dirt, and also they require the natural oils from their skin

to remain healthy.”That’s why, when your feline does require shampooing or spot-cleaning, your best bet is to utilize a product specifically formulated for pet cats’ skin and hair. Don’t utilize your own soap or shampoo and prevent most items developed for canines (I’ll discuss why later). Stick with cat hair shampoo! Of course, there are a few kinds of feline shampoo, for different usages.

Pet Cat Shampoos That Help Humans

It ends up that a person of the most frequent reasons for shampooing a cat has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the cat’s needs– it’s for the human beings in the family. Many cat hair shampoos are designed to decrease the amount of dander (dead skin cells) on the pet cat– because

dander is what triggers allergy assaults in human beings. A lot more excellent news right here, though: Reducing the amount of dander in your house does not call for hauling your kitty off to the sink or bath tub on a weekly basis. There are several highly effective foam-type pet cat hair shampoos that you spray on, carefully emphasize, and afterwards wipe off– and also most pet cats enjoy them. Examine below for “waterless” shampoos like Tropiclean as well as Earthbath that are developed to reduce dander.

Feline Shampoos for Emergency Cleanups

Karen Anderson Of course, there are times when you definitely have to hair shampoo your pet cat– especially after a can crash. This detailed short article from the Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine at Tufts covers numerous techniques to showering your cat

— in a sink, with foams, with dry powders, as well as with wipes. 3 of the feline shampoos we list below are advised in the short article (Vet’s Best, Burt’s Bees, as well as Earthbath).

Right here are some pointers I’ve come across that I wish I ‘d know years back when it comes to a relatively substantial cleanup. (In reality, these ideas may have been created by a person that had actually observed one of my cat-bathing calamities!)

Put your cat on a bathroom floor covering or towel in a confined space.

Bring cozy water (in a bucket or huge bowl) to the cat. (Putting your pet cat in a tub with a few inches of water will normally set off a panic-and-escape response that makes every little thing even worse.)

Place the cat hair shampoo on a wet washcloth and massage the hair shampoo onto the paw, backside, or one more location you’re trying to clean.

Use extra damp washcloths to sponge the suds off of the cat.

Towel-dry the feline or, if they stand up to, leave them in a safe, cozy area to air dry. (Avoid allowing a wet cat run to conceal.)

No feline shampoo? No worries. If you require to do some emergency situation spot-cleaning of your pet cat (after a litter box accident, or because of dirty paws), Silcox-Rither recommends making use of a little original Dawn dish liquid, watered down. Keep in mind that initial Dawn, used to clean wild animals after oil spills, is the only family product secure enough for spot-cleaning your feline.

Cat Shampoos for Health Issues

Along with getting rid of dust and also regulating dander, you might require to hair shampoo your pet cat to deal with fleas, dermatitis, or a clinical problem such as a fungal infection. In those instances, it’s wise to rely upon your vet for suggestions. Many vets have particular hair shampoos they have actually located to be both risk-free and efficient– plus they are familiar with your pet cat’s particular health and wellness problems.

What to Watch Out For

Simply because a container states “pet shampoo,” does not mean it’s secure for your pet cat. Pet shampoos can be formulated with important oils or various other compounds that may be safe for pets but not necessarily for cats. Some

crucial oils, as an example, can create allergic reactions– and even poisoning if consumed, because felines brush themselves

frequently. Be sure to review the hair shampoo tag carefully. The

Canadian Veterinary Medical Association advises that active ingredients such as eucalyptus, lavender, citrus, rose, sandalwood, tea tree, ylang-ylang, and also numerous sorts of mint can be hazardous to felines.

Shampoos developed for humans can have comparable problem ingredients– plus, they have severe soaps that can dry out a pet cat’s skin and hair.

You can keep your feline safe, tidy, and even fairly dander free by choosing pet cat hair shampoos, wipes, and cleaning products such as the ones listed below.

Vet’s Best is a veterinarian-crafted foam that consists of aloe vera, oat meal, and neem oil(a grease from the fruit and also seeds of the neem tree). Spray on the foam as well as massage it via your pet cat’s hair. It does not require to be rinsed. Users report that it’s a terrific service for pet cats that are refraining from doing a good task of brushing themselves. Buy on Chewy Burt’s Bees formula for felines is a waterless spray-on hair shampoo formulated to be the right Ph for a pet cat’s fur and also skin.Spray on, emphasize, and

then towel the feline completely dry. If your feline doesn’t such as being splashed(some pet cats don’t), you can put the hair shampoo on your hands as well as rub or brush it onto their hair. Buy on Chewy This is a mild formula you can emphasize and rub out. Removes dirt, dust, as well as dander without severe soaps to irritate the feline’s skin. Buy on Chewy

Made with oatmeal, coconut, and also cucumber, this no-rinse, spray-on cat shampoo eliminates dander from a pet cat’s layer, which will certainly aid humans with hatreds pet cat dander. Buy on Chewy Another efficient option for cats who need baths and will not tolerate water. Reviews claim it’s effective for spot cleaningif your pet cat action in

something yucky or has a litterbox accident. Find on Chewy Find on Amazon LiveClear is a rinse-free, foaming shampoo created to minimize dander on a feline’s coat. This is a quicker solution if you have been subjecting your pet cats to water bathrooms to reduce dander. Buy on Chewy If your feline tolerates baths, this is a risk-free hair shampoo to make use of– one that will protect the cat’s skin and hair. Buy at Petco Cat individuals report these are superb for daily cleaning of older pet cats that are lax regarding brushing. There is no spray to disturb the feline– simply a durable wipe to apply the non-rinse cleansing

formula. Buy on Chewy Use the original formula for dishes, for removing oil areas from your garments, for cleaning wild animals caught in oil spills, and also,yes, for emergency situation place cleaning of your pet cat. A little dab, weakened,

on a wet washcloth, need to suffice if your feline enters something yucky.

Massage gently to get rid of gunk from the fur, after that rinse making use of another damp clean cloth prior to toweling your feline completely dry. Buy on Amazon More Reading Featured image through Chewy video

Karen Anderson is an author at Rover. Before joining Rover, she was a writer as well as editor at Apple as well as a consultant for firms including Cardiac Science, Houzz, the Home Owners Club, and the Seattle Times. Her hobbies are dancing, gardening, sci-fi, as well as pet-sitting for buddies and also next-door neighbors. She shares her house with a wonderful clowder of unusual rescue felines.

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below. Not a replacement for professional veterinary assistance. Cats hardly ever need bathrooms, however when they do, it takes the chance of being a stressful experience (for you and the feline). The good news is you can probably call down the anxiety– for all celebrations included– by making certain you have the right feline hair shampoo handy. A lot more great news: feline shampoos and cleaning are really budget-friendly as well as can be found in tiny containers and packages.

Use Care When Cleaning Your Cat

In many years of possessing cats, I’ve used cat hair shampoos just a handful of times: When I took on 2 flea-ridden kittycats, when a daring pet cat went through a pool of oil, as well as a couple of times when an elderly feline experienced spells of diarrhea.

This has to do with right, according to the professionals that claim that cats should rarely be given baths.” Cats are desert animals, “claims Rose Silcox-Rither, Certified Master Groomer, and also proprietor of the Seattle-area firm Better Kitty.” Their fur withstands sand and dirt, and also they require the natural oils from their skin

to remain healthy.”That’s why, when your feline does require shampooing or spot-cleaning, your best bet is to utilize a product specifically formulated for pet cats’ skin and hair. Don’t utilize your own soap or shampoo and prevent most items developed for canines (I’ll discuss why later). Stick with cat hair shampoo! Of course, there are a few kinds of feline shampoo, for different usages.

Pet Cat Shampoos That Help Humans

It ends up that a person of the most frequent reasons for shampooing a cat has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the cat’s needs– it’s for the human beings in the family. Many cat hair shampoos are designed to decrease the amount of dander (dead skin cells) on the pet cat– because

dander is what triggers allergy assaults in human beings. A lot more excellent news right here, though: Reducing the amount of dander in your house does not call for hauling your kitty off to the sink or bath tub on a weekly basis. There are several highly effective foam-type pet cat hair shampoos that you spray on, carefully emphasize, and afterwards wipe off– and also most pet cats enjoy them. Examine below for “waterless” shampoos like Tropiclean as well as Earthbath that are developed to reduce dander.

Feline Shampoos for Emergency Cleanups

Karen Anderson Of course, there are times when you definitely have to hair shampoo your pet cat– especially after a can crash. This detailed short article from the Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine at Tufts covers numerous techniques to showering your cat— in a sink, with foams, with dry powders, as well as with wipes. 3 of the feline shampoos we list below are advised in the short article (Vet’s Best, Burt’s Bees, as well as Earthbath).

Right here are some pointers I’ve come across that I wish I ‘d know years back when it comes to a relatively substantial cleanup. (In reality, these ideas may have been created by a person that had actually observed one of my cat-bathing calamities!)

Put your cat on a bathroom floor covering or towel in a confined space.

Bring cozy water (in a bucket or huge bowl) to the cat. (Putting your pet cat in a tub with a few inches of water will normally set off a panic-and-escape response that makes every little thing even worse.)

Place the cat hair shampoo on a wet washcloth and massage the hair shampoo onto the paw, backside, or one more location you’re trying to clean.

Use extra damp washcloths to sponge the suds off of the cat.

Towel-dry the feline or, if they stand up to, leave them in a safe, cozy area to air dry. (Avoid allowing a wet cat run to conceal.)

No feline shampoo? No worries. If you require to do some emergency situation spot-cleaning of your pet cat (after a litter box accident, or because of dirty paws), Silcox-Rither recommends making use of a little original Dawn dish liquid, watered down. Keep in mind that initial Dawn, used to clean wild animals after oil spills, is the only family product secure enough for spot-cleaning your feline.

Cat Shampoos for Health Issues

Along with getting rid of dust and also regulating dander, you might require to hair shampoo your pet cat to deal with fleas, dermatitis, or a clinical problem such as a fungal infection. In those instances, it’s wise to rely upon your vet for suggestions. Many vets have particular hair shampoos they have actually located to be both risk-free and efficient– plus they are familiar with your pet cat’s particular health and wellness problems.

What to Watch Out For

Simply because a container states “pet shampoo,” does not mean it’s secure for your pet cat. Pet shampoos can be formulated with important oils or various other compounds that may be safe for pets but not necessarily for cats. Some crucial oils, as an example, can create allergic reactions– and even poisoning if consumed, because felines brush themselves

frequently. Be sure to review the hair shampoo tag carefully. The Canadian Veterinary Medical Association advises that active ingredients such as eucalyptus, lavender, citrus, rose, sandalwood, tea tree, ylang-ylang, and also numerous sorts of mint can be hazardous to felines.

Shampoos developed for humans can have comparable problem ingredients– plus, they have severe soaps that can dry out a pet cat’s skin and hair.

You can keep your feline safe, tidy, and even fairly dander free by choosing pet cat hair shampoos, wipes, and cleaning products such as the ones listed below.

Vet’s Best is a veterinarian-crafted foam that consists of aloe vera, oat meal, and neem oil(a grease from the fruit and also seeds of the neem tree). Spray on the foam as well as massage it via your pet cat’s hair. It does not require to be rinsed. Users report that it’s a terrific service for pet cats that are refraining from doing a good task of brushing themselves. Buy on Chewy Burt’s Bees formula for felines is a waterless spray-on hair shampoo formulated to be the right Ph for a pet cat’s fur and also skin.

Spray on, emphasize, and

then towel the feline completely dry. If your feline doesn’t such as being splashed(some pet cats don’t), you can put the hair shampoo on your hands as well as rub or brush it onto their hair. Buy on Chewy This is a mild formula you can emphasize and rub out. Removes dirt, dust, as well as dander without severe soaps to irritate the feline’s skin. Buy on Chewy

Made with oatmeal, coconut, and also cucumber, this no-rinse, spray-on cat shampoo eliminates dander from a pet cat’s layer, which will certainly aid humans with hatreds pet cat dander. Buy on Chewy Another efficient option for cats who need baths and will not tolerate water. Reviews claim it’s effective for spot cleaning

if your pet cat action in

something yucky or has a litterbox accident. Find on Chewy Find on Amazon LiveClear is a rinse-free, foaming shampoo created to minimize dander on a feline’s coat. This is a quicker solution if you have been subjecting your pet cats to water bathrooms to reduce dander. Buy on Chewy If your feline tolerates baths, this is a risk-free hair shampoo to make use of– one that will protect the cat’s skin and hair.

Buy at Petco Cat individuals report these are superb for daily cleaning of older pet cats that are lax regarding brushing. There is no spray to disturb the feline– simply a durable wipe to apply the non-rinse cleansing

formula. Buy on Chewy Use the original formula for dishes, for removing oil areas from your garments, for cleaning wild animals caught in oil spills, and also,

yes, for emergency situation place cleaning of your pet cat. A little dab, weakened,

on a wet washcloth, need to suffice if your feline enters something yucky.

Massage gently to get rid of gunk from the fur, after that rinse making use of another damp clean cloth prior to toweling your feline completely dry. Buy on Amazon More Reading Featured image through Chewy video

Karen Anderson is an author at Rover. Before joining Rover, she was a writer as well as editor at Apple as well as a consultant for firms including Cardiac Science, Houzz, the Home Owners Club, and the Seattle Times. Her hobbies are dancing, gardening, sci-fi, as well as pet-sitting for buddies and also next-door neighbors. She shares her house with a wonderful clowder of unusual rescue felines.

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