#officer he tried to kill my 🐱

[pattwtf]

He looks at me like that and I'm on his lap so fast he can't even register it. And then many other things would happen. Like... A lot.

[catharrington]

More CatBoys cause you gave me an opening and I'm jamming all my thoughts in (but hey, if they don't hit the mark for you I really don't mind if you ignore them! 💖💖)

BUT.

Catboy Steve who was made to hide his kitty instincts when growing up, cause it's not befitting of a Harrington to purr when he's happy, or to get distracted by the light reflecting off his dad's co-worker's Rolex during a dinner party. So Steve was made to feel like an embarrassment. Made to swallow down as many of his urges as he could (and punished when they jumped out despite his best efforts).

And Billy who loves seeing his bf being his true self and helps to coax him out again. Buys dangly earrings for Steve to bat at or hoodies with strings for him to chew, and definitely, definitely encourages purrs and other pretty noises when his boy is happy.

🍒🐱

Oh my gosh I totally love this so much it’s adorable Cherry!!! I won’t be ignoring any of them I’m just a little slow dude 🖤 tw: self harm and mentions of suicide.

Older cat man Steve who works for his dad’s company, a little grumpy and a little squishier around the middle. Wearing a suit that’s wrinkled from sleeping in it. He lingers by the door every morning before he leaves because he doesn’t know why he keeps going. Doesn’t know what’s in it for him.

At work every day is just his fathers cruel words. About how he wasn’t good enough. About how he’s taken on his mothers “unfortunate appearance” with his huge fluffy brown ears and tail that always seem to get in the way.

He wishes he could say he was used to the way his fathers clients lingered their eyes on him. How they bit back their tongues with questions. And Steve wishes that it didn’t fill him with anxiety. Make him scratch up the side of his wooden desk in his office to the point where his father despairingly asked if he wanted a scratching post.

He wasn’t being serious. He was just being an ass hole. And Steve wished he could say he was okay with that. Used to it even, but he wasn’t.

Especially the comments about how his father should just marry Steve off, to one of his best business partners. Doesn’t really matter who. Simply someone who could be a better Harrington then Steve ever could.

It made Steve dreed the simple action of keeping forward. It made him drink one too many finger depths of liquor. It made him pass out on bar tops. And get taken home by anyone that could carry him.

It made him try and forget. Made him look into the mirror with a knife in one hand and his long, fluffy tail in the other. Maybe it would be different, a voice tried to convince him. Late at night. Just him alone in the huge apartment he’s able to afford from his wonderful job. Maybe they’ll treat you with respect. Finally. All it’s going to take is a little blood. A little pain. what’s that compared to what you’re already feeling?

Steve dragged himself to a little community center. Once his body gave out too many days in a row. And his best friend, only friend, Ex-girlfriend, whatever, Nancy Wheeler told him that drinking was going to kill him. Quicker before later. And it would make her too sad to think about.

So Steve showed up to the little circle of fold open metal chairs. Forest green cushions on them cracking with age. The tile under his feet was once a sky blue, but it was so faded and scratched it looked more like a rainy afternoon.

The coffee cup he got from the ‘welcome’ table shook on his knee as he bounces it up and down. He was hoping, it being his first day and all, he wasn’t expected to talk. But one thing he totally didn’t expect, was a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Steve lurched away. To attention. In the way his father seemed to always drill inside his thick skull. He flattened his ears down on his head and looked around rapidly, afraid, not wanting to disappoint.

But the only one looking back at him was a brilliant ginger colored cat. Someone with thick and huge ears just like him. Fuck, just like him. Standing straight up on his head, but one cocked slightly to the side in amusement. And his face, this other cat’s face, was smiling at him. Something warm like sunshine. Something as brilliant and pretty as the floor used to be under his feet.

As Steve used to be before he turned all the booze and the knife inside himself.

Steve clutched at his forearms and stared back at the man. The sunshine made into a man. That was looking at him as if he’s never seen anything cuter in his whole life.

“Did you want to take a turn talking?“ the cat asked. And his lips were plush. And his tank top he was wearing dipped to show where his tanned skin showed off a spiderweb of silver scars all across his chest.

Steve sucked his tongue up into the top of his mouth. He tasted like throwing up. His coffee was too damn hot, but he’s been nervously sipping it anyway.

“I don’t,” he stutters, “I don’t really know what to say?” And his voice was soft, too soft. He’s surprised the guy heard him at all.

“Just say your name?” The cat asked gently.

“Steve,” he whimpered out. “I’m. I’m Steve.”

“Hey, Stevie.” The cat said. And he said it so easily, with a familiarity like he was greeting an old friend. Like he was greeting a lover he hadn’t seen in a long, long time. It made Steve’s whole insides mix up. But in a good way, not in a drunk way.

“My names Billy.” He took a moment to glance around the circle. Billy did. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off the other’s pretty blue ones as they came back around to find Steve’s plain ol’ boring brown ones again. “I’ve been coming here a year. I know, it’s hard to talk. But you’ll be amazed how light you’ll feel once this is all off your chest.” Billy lifts his hand and makes a motion towards his head.

He used his index finger to swirl around his skull like how Steve’s brain felt sometimes. Just a patchwork mess of electricity that didn’t seem to work right. Like Billy knew, without knowing him. With just one lingering touch across his shoulder. He knew more about Steve than anyone ever had.

“I would know!” Billy laughed. And it was so gorgeous. He placed a hand on his chest. And the circle around them laughed. But Steve didn’t laugh.

He gulped. Watched the motion of Billy’s neck and his hand that flexed right below there. Steve closed his eyes. Sucked down a deep breath. He wasn’t sure when the world around him started smelling like coconuts and ocean breeze, but it sure as hell did. And it sure as hell was better than the coffee burning the roof of his mouth.

“I came today… because I tried to kill myself a week ago. And I- I don’t really want to die. I don’t think, at least.”

Steve opened his eyes slowly. And that soft face didn’t fall. It didn’t change into hate, or judgment. Or a leer. It stayed soft.

And then Billy reached out and laid his hand back on Steve’s shoulder. It felt so warm, so wonderful. Like a balm that could erase any blemish it touched. Like a cup of tea at night time and a blanket already warmed by someone waiting for him to crawl in bed.

“Thank you, Steve.” He said lowly. Like it was just for Steve. “I’m glad you’re still alive. I’m glad you came here. Pretty boy like you is going to fit right into our little family.”

Steve’s eyes flicked around the circle to the half dozen people around them. They smiled back, even if Steve was to scared to give them the same. He sucked in a breath and turned back to Billy. His hands shaking. But Billy’s on his shoulder, this big warm ones, they were steady.

He leaned into them. Let himself really feel them. “I’d really like that, Billy.”

[shadeedee]

Curtain and his pet cat 🐱 Curtain buys a cat and SQ gets left out as usual. Then he asks his father a question that catches him off guard..

LD Curtain was in his office, chuckling with delight. He was holding a fluffy cat in his arms. Jeffers rolled his eyes, and Garrison just doodled in her notebook as usual. The cat was purring, and it nuzzled against him. “Awwww, who’s all cuddly wuddly?” Curtain said, sweetly. SQ tried to ignore the commotion as he sketched in his book. Curtain kissed the cat’s head tenderly. He smiled. “I shall call her Majesty,” he said. Jeffers raised an eyebrow. “Sir, are you serious?” he asked. Curtain glared at him. Jeffers coughed. “Oh, um, of course you are,” he stuttered, and quickly left the room. Even Majesty hissed at him. Curtain held her like he would a baby. “Hush pretty baby don’t say a word, daddy’s gonna feed you George the bird,” he sang. SQ’s eyes widened in horror. “No dad!” he cried. Curtain looked at him in anger. “No what, SQ? How dare you scream like that in my office!” he said. “Dad, George is a beautiful bird! He’s an innocent creature! Please don’t kill him!” SQ begged. Majesty hissed at him. Curtain smiled at her. “Don’t worry, daddy will get you a nice tasty snack,” he said, tenderly kissing her. SQ wished his father was just as loving to him as he was to the cat. But he knew it wouldn’t happen. That night, Curtain was sitting in his office chair, tenderly petting Majesty. She was loving it. Her purring was loud. Curtain chuckled. “Who’s my precious baby?” You are. Yes you are. Daddy loves you very much. You’re his pride and joy,” he said, sweetly. SQ was by the door, listening. He felt very sad. Why couldn’t his father show him that type of love? He wondered why he adopted him in the first place. He didn’t do a good job raising him. Did his father really love him? A tear rolled down his face. The last time his father held him in his arms was when he was a baby, and even then he still didn’t do a good job raising him. The next day, SQ woke up to Majesty eating her food in a special bowl made for her. He approached his father at his desk. “Why are you so mean to me?” he asked. Curtain stopped and looked up at him. “What?” he replied. SQ’s eyes filled with tears. “Answer the question, dad. Why do you treat me like i’m beneath you? Am i inferior to you? Do i embarrass you?” he asked. Curtain was silent. His son was actually confronting him for the very first time. SQ went close to his father’s face. “Enough. You’re invading my personal space. Get away,” Curtain said. SQ gazed at his father, his eyes glimmering with tears. “Dad, please. I need your love. I need you. My real dad is dead. You’re all i have. I need you to love me. To hold me. To show me that you care,” he said, tearfully. Curtain looked away. SQ grabbed onto him, tightly. “What are you doing!? Get off me!” Curtain yelled. “Please dad! Hold me! Just hold me! It’s not hard to do! I don’t know why you won’t hold me! Please! I love you!” SQ cried. Curtain jumped up from his desk, in shock. “Either you get control of yourself SQ, or i call security to remove you!” he yelled. SQ sniffled, tearfully. “I love you so much, daddy,” he said, sweetly. Curtain’s eyes widened and he left the room, leaving SQ with Majesty. She hissed at him. “Nice kitty,” SQ said.

[pinkhairedlily]

Meowdy Shiro

Prompt: Animal | AO3 link here | Happy HitsuHina Week! @hitsuhina-week 🐱🐾

“I’m sorry, you’re asking me to what?”

Hinamori has an empty box cradled between her arms with small tufts of orange fur poking through the opening. Hitsugaya hears the small meow, and he looks at her incredulously.

“He’s been staying with me for a few days,” Hinamori tells him. “You know it’s raining cats and dogs since last week-“

“And you literally caught a cat from the downpour?”

“It went to my door, asking for food.” Hinamori sighs and retrieves the furry animal from the box. She supports its lower body with her arm and uses her other hand to make its paw wave at him.

Cute devil orange globs stare back at him, but Hitsugaya swears it’s an embodiment of a demon spawn – claws, vampire fangs, and a face that can get away with anything. The ears flick from one side to another in sync with its nose that seems to get bigger by the second.

“It’s only for a week, Shiro-chan. Please?” Hinamori now knows how to use her doe eyes to her advantage. “Captain Shinji wants to check on something in Karakura, and he needs me to accompany him.”

“You remember I killed a goldfish when we were kids, right?” he tries to reason his way out of this responsibility, and it’s only a matter of time before he crumbles under her presence.

Hinamori takes her eyes off him and directs it to the ginger cat, nuzzling and poking its pink nose. It purrs in her arms, and this undivided attention from her somehow annoys him. “You’ll do great, Shiro. Cats are fairly low maintenance so he’s perfect with you. Kiki knows how to use litter sand and only eats twice a day. But please don’t let him climb trees because he doesn’t know how to get down.”

Hitsugaya finally relents. “One week.”

She grins at him and returns Kiki to the box. “I’ll see you in one week, Kiki. I’m gonna miss you.”

“What about me?” he mutters under his breath.

“Hmm? Did you say something, Shiro?”

He feigns ignorance, as usual. “Nothing. Off you go.”

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He is right – the cat is a devil incarnate.

The first thing it did when he brought it to his office is to scratch his most treasured chair, stretch and curl up on it as if it was its bed. He ended up doing most of his reading on the floor and got a backache by the evening.

It also wouldn’t eat the food Hinamori left. It keeps sitting near the door, probably expecting her to go back any time soon. When it is time to sleep, the cat circles around Hitsugaya’s legs and rubs the side of its cheeks against his legs, giving him goosebumps that crawled up to his neck.

“What are you doing?” he asks, but Kiki only returns a small meow. He feels foolish, trying to make conversation with an animal.

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When he wakes up the next morning, he finds Kiki on his windowsill, bathing in the early morning sunshine, and his prized cacti on the floor, broken and uprooted, alongside books toppled over on their spine. “You are such a demon.”

Meow.

He realizes he is running later than his usual time in, and of all days, this gets to happen on a day they have a general assembly scheduled with the whole division. He is barely out of the door when he hears Kiki yowling.

“What, can’t you stay here?”

An aggressive mewl escapes the cat’s throat.

“You’re such a bother.” Hitsugaya takes out a linen fabric and wraps it across his body. He awkwardly holds Kiki, who thank heavens doesn’t scratch him, and secures him in the middle. The cat shifts in a comfortable position and stares up at him with its doe eyes that strongly remind him of Hinamori.

He goes to his office like that, his zanpakuto on his back and a ginger kitten on his front.

His subordinates gawk at him all throughout the assembly like he suddenly grew three heads while Matsumoto, for once, dutifully takes note of the minutes, unperturbed by the sight of a kitten sleeping soundly against their captain’s chest.

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Hitsugaya notices that Kiki is having trouble sleeping in the evenings. He read somewhere that cats are nocturnal creatures, but it’s adamant on staying guard in front of his door every night, without fail. He gives food bigger than its usual portion and it gulps them all up in one long breath, but even this doesn’t lull him to sleep. It waits for someone to enter, and Hitsugaya wonders if his idea will work.

He rummages in his laundry basket and finds an old shirt Hinamori wore. “Kiki.”

The cat glances back at its name but doesn’t move an inch from the door. Hitsugaya scoots closer and dangles the shirt in front of him, and almost immediately, Kiki’s whiskers perk up and its nose registers the scent.

With a raised tail, its paws saunter over to Hitsugaya to sniff the fabric. It falls on its side along with the shirt and rolls over it with its belly exposed. Meow.

“You have a loud purr, do you know that?” Hitsugaya smirks. “Don’t get the wrong idea though. She got tomato sauce all over her shirt when she decided to cook pasta so I let her borrow one.”

Meow. Kiki looks at him dubiously.

“No, she didn’t sleep over! And stop assuming!”

Meow. It continues to roll over, its paws flinging playfully on the air.

“Yeah, I miss her too.” Hitsugaya takes his pillow and blanket from the bed and lays down beside Kiki and her shirt, also smelling the remnants of her fragrance, faint traces of vanilla accompanying him to sleep.

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“What do you mean it’s gone?”

He was called for a group meeting with the Kuchiki siblings along with Matsumoto, and he left Kiki with the lower seat lieutenants. Cold chills ran along his back when they reported him missing.

“I’m sorry, Captain. One of the staff came in with our revamped weapons, and the cat rushed out of the door.” They all bowed their bodies in 90-degrees – they really are sorry.

And he’s screwed. Because Hinamori is coming back today.

“Want me to call it?” Matsumoto already knows his next plan of action. He nods in response. “Okay, Division 10, let’s launch Finding Kiki operation now!”

Armed with kibbles, bells, toys, and treats, all available Shinigami are dispatched to find the ginger cat. Flyers are also printed and given to bypassers in hopes that they saw it. Hitsugaya flash-steps throughout Seireitei, jumping across roofs, his eyes hyperfocused on any orange blob on the ground below.

“Come on Kiki, you’ll be back home with Momo today. You can’t just leave!” He shouts in frustration.

After an hour, he lands back in front of their division headquarters with a gloomy countenance. It will be embarrassing but he might have to ask for help from nearby divisions – Renji can keep mum about this, maybe Rukia too –

Meow.

Hitsugaya swivels so fast he almost loses his balance.

“You heard it, right?” Matsumoto also frantically searches for the source of the sound.

Meow.

He happens to glance up the fire tree and finds Kiki wrapped around a thin branch, blending perfectly among the orange flowers. “Kiki!”

Meow. The cat’s ears perk up when it finally notices its caretaker, his tail wagging in recognition.

“Oh thank God,” Matsumoto mutters beside him. “Hinamori crying is a painful sight. I keep thinking of excuses in my head earlier to avoid the inevitable.”

“That dumb evil spawn really climbed up a tree.” Hitsugaya jumps across the branches of the fire tree but only manages to stay on the branch opposite Kiki’s position. He cannot simply grab it because its claws are deeply embedded on the wood, and his weight may immediately lead to the branch’s collapse. Poor cat must have been so terrified.

“Kiki, let go and climb onto my arm,” he urges the ginger.

Meow. Kiki stays rooted on its spot.

Hitsugaya decides to quickly grab him, his legs ever so briefly touching the branch, but it creaks under pressure and breaks off from the trunk. He hears some yelling, but the pain on his butt is more distracting.

That hurts. Red orange petals fall softly to the earth.

Meow. The claws are digging deep on Histugaya’s chest, but he doesn’t mind, not at all, not when Kiki rubs its cheeks against him and stares at him in between with its pretty doe eyes. Meow.

“Oh, I see her.” Matsumoto pulls her captain from the ground, and he immediately winces in pain.

“I think I broke my tailbone,” Hitsugaya whispers to her.

“Quick, act cool,” she whispers back.

Hinamori seems to have run all the way to their division, she is huffing and red flush creeps on her face. “I’m sorry I was delayed by a few minutes.”

She brightens up when she sees Kiki nestled in between Hitsugaya’s arms. “Seems like I worried for nothing.”

Meow.

Matsumoto side-eyes Hitsugaya and gives him a wink. You did great! she mouths and flashes him a thumbs up.

Hitsugaya gives her a blank stare, too immersed in controlling his pain levels. He senses Kiki starting to get fussy so he gestures to Hinamori to take it.

She gently coaxes the ginger out of his hands, and she pokes its pink nose. “Did you have fun with Meowdy Shiro?”

There is a moment of awkward silence which Hinamori fails to notice, and then it breaks. Matsumoto isn’t able to hide the laughter nor do his other division members who saw the spectacle earlier.

Oh, the things he does for her.

Meowdy = Meow + Daddy. Hope you enjoyed reading this one! I enjoyed writing it! Hahaha.