The Black Cat

Felicia Hardy, but you can call me Cat. Or Party Hardy. Stunner's fine too. "I'm not a hero. I'm a thief. Born a thief. Raised a thief. Will die a thief." 26. Chaotic neutral.

[ofsuicideblonde]

“Halloween is over…” Harley pouted a little, looking at the sight of deteriorating jack-o-lanterns on the stoop of her apartment building. “but ya know what that means!” She shouted, to no one in particular- or perhaps everyone, on the street. 

“Hanukkah!” she beamed with delight. Halloween? Long forgotten. It was time to start shopping for presents for all her friends. She definitely, had friends. 

“Anybody wanna come over and make Latkes with me?!” Once again, to no one in particular. Should Harley be inviting random strangers into her apartment? Nope, but she never was one for caution. 

[blackcat-hardy]

She stared at the woman with a bit of suspicion, her eyes slitted. Should I be worried? Felicia wondered, looking down at her claws with vague interest. Her feet were dangling from the edge of the roof, her vision of the Upper East Side apartment she was soon going to raid now crystal clear. “Can we steal the Latkes instead? I bet that family has a couple of ‘em. They’re Jewish I think.” Felicia noted with a shrug. 

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[blackcat-hardy]

ofreddragon‌:

Dimitri stood there listening to the women go on and on about this supposed new flame in her life. It was obvious that she wanted him even without his degree, he quietly sipped his drink watching her work herself into a fit. “well my dear, that’s a lot of strong feelings to be spouting at a birthday party…As far as a therapy is concerned I do happen to be a licensed psychiatrist, and in my professional opinion you’re so far past stuck on this guy it isn’t even funny, maybe the next time you see him you just…jump him” He shrugged looking at her for a moment “Just my honest thoughts”

Felicia looked around, then inched closer to him. “Whose birthday is this, again?” She blinked, unsure how and why she’d arrived at this stranger tower. Surely she must’ve heard there was something worth stealing in there, but she was so distracted with her new boy troubles that not even shiny things were making the cut inside her head. Felicia stared suspiciously with slitted eyes, “Jump him.” She repeated, curling her fingers around her glass before taking a long sip. “Or,” She swallowed, “I find myself a new distraction and repeat this obsessive cycle without making any real connections 'til the day I kick the bucket.” Maybe then she could ask her maker why he or she had poured so much ‘Emotional Instability’ in Felicia when her soul was getting cooked. “The latter option sounds more feasible, if you ask me.”

She remembered the man and his peculiar voice. It was hard to forget his face and the air of mystery that clung to his skin. “Thought you were more of an ‘assassin-for-hire’ than a couch therapist but,” She raised her glass, slightly hunching her shoulders. “A therapist and alcohol is precisely what a girl like me needs at the moment.” 

[blackcat-hardy]

“I like him but when has liking a guy ever done me any good, huh?” Felicia continued, her mind wandering to a place she hadn’t visited since her last obsession. Tequila usually got her tongue rolling, and the Titans Tower was filled with it. “Sure, yeah, he’s nice and funny and I bet he has a pretty package because everything about him is pretty but pretty men don’t take you very far. They screw you up and then they don’t pay for the therapy you need after they’ve done disasters with your head.” She breathed heavily, looking down as soon as she felt something in between her fingers, realizing she’d pick-pocketed something from her companion without noticing. “Sorry. It’s a habit.” She handed the stolen good back, something she didn’t do very often. “Anyways, screw all those bastards. There’s a reason why vibrators exist. Men are outdated and on their way to freaking extinction.”

“What were you saying, again?”

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[kaosdaduzenbelirtir-deactivated]

Her halinin güzelliği ayrı

[lilibeths]

[blackcat-hardy]

Felicia Hardy as an Angel 

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧

[roserosette]

Cat People, 1942, Jacques Tourneur

[kxowledge]

Sophocles, Philoctetes

[blackcat-hardy]

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, making sure everything was in place before heading out again. Her lips were a wine-colored red, and the sultry cat eyes reminded Felicia of own her pet, Onyx, and his entrancing stare. Platinum curls cascaded down to her chest, and her black-laced panties and bra made her skin look like liquid gold. Hooking a diamond necklace around her neck, Felicia let her fingers linger on each rock, her collarbone no longer naked. She knew she looked stupidly gorgeous and expensive. Still, Felicia couldn’t muster a smile. Couldn’t shake off the feeling of emptiness that had clouded her mind for weeks, like something was missing and yet she couldn’t say what it was. She stood up from the vanity and walked outside the dressing rooms, strutting down the stage on her high heels and making her way to the back of the club where her victim awaited. A loud whistle made her stop in her tracks and sigh, rolling her eyes before forcing a smile and walking back to the man who had called her. Felicia popped her hip out as the man slipped a hundred dollar bill in her stocking, then patted her ass, smiling like an imbecile the entire time. I’ll get you later, she thought, winking at him before walking away, placing the filthy hundred dollar bill on the bar as she stepped behind the curtains and made her way to the VIP section. 

All she knew was that he was the head of the Russian mob in New York and had a lot of enemies. She’d been contacted by at least four people who were interested in killing him. Felicia just shrugged and took the highest, most interesting bid, which included three million dollars and a pretty necklace worth twice the value of her apartment. She usually didn’t take those kinds of jobs; she had everything she needed, and killing wasn’t her thing. But she was bored and there was too much energy contained in her tiny, little body. One kiss from her ricin-covered lips and her victim would be dead in a matter of hours, from symptoms that were identical to those of a regular flu. It would be quick and easy, and not a single finger would be lifted. 

She stepped through the curtains and into a dimly-lit room, where a single pole rose from a small stage in front of a couch. There she found a man sitting with his legs crossed, but she couldn’t distinguish his face in the dark. She took a deep breath in, hooking an arm on the pole before twirling lazily around it, her body slowly moving like it was made of silk. Swaying her hips with the sultry melody, Felicia made her way down the stage, making sure each step was long and powerful. She then placed each knee on his sides, slowly straddling the man and lowering herself closer to his face. It was right then when she finally distinguished the Russian’s face, except it wasn’t the Russian’s. A wave of coldness ran through her body, as if someone had dropped a bucket of iced water over her head. Felicia squinted, inching back and tilting her head. “Thomas?” 

@thcmasblake​

[lauramcphee]

Woman training for Spanish militia, Barcelona, 1936 (Gerda Taro)

[myrloe]

[samoboo]

@blackcat-hardy

“Well, if you must know… I’d call myself an adventure seeker. Someone who enjoys a bit of a rush…”

[blackcat-hardy]

thcmasblake‌:

She mentioned that it was strapped to her thigh and he cocked his head curiously. Wondering why she’d even mention where it was if she knew he was after the same thing she was. He smiled at her. She’s playing a game with me. He thought, a smile on his lips. “That’s the one.” Thomas replied in a breath, glancing her over again, now with the newfound knowledge that it was tucked away against her inner thigh. “It’s a shame you told me, I would have loved searching all of you for it.” He found himself saying. Keeping them swaying to the rhythm of the song. Keeping up appearances was important anyway. If they were to get away Scott-free. He wondered how long it would be before someone noticed the fake Felicia had planted. He didn’t actually get a good look at how close she got it to the real thing. Which means he didn’t know just how much time they had to get out of here. 

He glanced around when she did, having a look at what she was suggesting him to do. She wanted a trade, which he would have considered- but it meant that he’d have to stop dancing with her, which he was having way too much fun doing. He let out a gentle hum, as if he was considering it. “A trade, huh?” He whispered. The second option was something he fancied a lot more than the first. He decided pretty quickly that he’d go for the second option and then grab something for her on the way out. She didn’t need to be going home without anything at all. Besides, he wanted to impress her. “How about a little of both.” He said, finally pulling away from her ear more, so he could get a better look at her face again. “I’ll be taking the necklace now, and I’ll grab you something on our way out.” He told her, beginning to move his hand down her body from where it was stationed at the small of her back. 

"If you think it’ll be that easy to take us home,” Felicia chuckled, her voice low enough for only Thomas to hear. “You’re quite mistaken.” The orchestra’s melody slowly began fading. People around them clapped with their gloved hands, the sound tamed and brief as each of the musicians slightly bowed, waved, then sat down. She felt his hand traveling down her back towards the necklace, then smiled knowingly. It was going to be a fun night. As Thomas’ hand fell down, hers went up to gently cup his jaw. Felicia took a deep breath, slowly inching closer before pressing her lips against his, her eyes fluttering close. The melody began once again, the couples around them retaking their dance. Her lips moved slowly against his as she moved the necklace from her thigh up to her chest. The kiss was her way of distracting him while she took care of the necklace. She didn’t trust him; he could easily leave her behind empty handed and there was no way a man would fool her again. But as she finished moving the necklace Felicia didn’t break away from the kiss, didn’t dare open her eyes. She went still, a small frown on her forehead. Get away. Get away from him. 

As if awakening from a trance, Felicia’s eyes flew open and she moved her face away from Thomas, their lips severed from one another. It wasn’t strange for her to kiss men on the job. After all, it was the easiest way of distracting them. But this, him. He was making Felicia feel things fluttering inside her stomach. And she couldn’t do her job if she was feeling things. Stealing was a job for the numb. "I do hope whatever you’re selling it for is worth it.” Felicia breathed out, licking her lips unconsciously as she looked away from Thomas. A kiss was just a kiss. It didn’t need to be anything more than that, so she stayed quiet, didn’t say anything about it even though her heart was racing. “Although I have to say, I find it hard to trust someone who prefers the money over the jewelry.” Sure, he was a guy. Why would a guy want a necklace if he could have the money, right? But there was no beauty in stealing for money, and there was certainly no beauty in money itself. “What’s so special about money if anyone can have it?” 

[blackcat-hardy]

Broken || @spidrwcb

[blackcat-hardy]

spidrwcb‌:

Peter knows how risky his behavior can be in the field — never taking a moment to asses his injuries until much later. It was about pushing forward until what needed to be done was taken care of. He didn’t much care if HE was hurt, but there was civilians all around outside and in the surrounding buildings. They were probably scared, and there was too much of a chance in them being hurt if the fight dragged out. Peter uses he crutches to sit down on the bed, looking over as Felicia came in. “I know. I couldn’t stop to wrap my injuries in the middle of a fight. I’m trying to take care of it — my healing factor is working, but it’s going to take some time.” He looks over at Felicia, still surprised that she was here considering everything. “I do appreciate you coming by to check on me. The video they’re showing — it’s all wrong. It’s not — I don’t understand why they’re doing this.”

“Not the middle of it but you did stop right after to take care of some old ladies even though you were clearly bleeding to death.” Okay she was exaggerating, but what if some day his healing factor slowed down or it didn’t work anymore? How would he know? Still eyeing him cautiously, Felicia sat down on the edge of the window, her feet dangling in the air. She didn’t dare to fully come inside his apartment. I do appreciate you coming by to check on me. Ugh, it almost sounded like they were friends. "I dunno, I haven’t watched your video, but I do look gorgeous in mine so, honestly, I can’t complain.” She’d tried watching his but it had been unbearable. Not worse than the live version, of course, but still. “I understand why they tried to get me out of the way. I’m a thief, after all. But targeting heroes?” She tsked, “Sounds to me like there’s a hidden agenda against you, Spiderman.” 

[blackcat-hardy]

kingsmans-galahad‌:

Eggsy could care less about what beef people had with each other. They all had their own good or bad lives, but right now people just needed to relax and have a drink. He shrugged as he slightly smirked. “Well I’ve been known to have my own sneaky fingers. I’ve grown away from that little habit, but hey. Different strokes. Tonight is a night for relaxation. Plus, I know I’m safe. Fingers are usually used differently when you look this good in a suit.” He winked as he finished his drink. “I think I’ll take you up on that drink.” 

“What can I say, handsome, bad habits just can’t seem to let go of me. Can’t say I don’t understand.” It didn’t happen too often since she was basically stealing 24/7, but sometimes her hands worked as if they had a mind of their own and suddenly Felicia was holding several unnecessary items in her hands. Like the man’s wallet, for example, which was filled with crumpled 1$ dollar bills an old condom, and a laundry receipt. She pulled a few bucks out and placed them on the bar. Felicia’s grin faded as she raised her eyebrows at the boy in the suit. “Sure. Whatever you say, darling.” She waved at the bartender, ordered a gin tonic, then turned to eye him. “Let me guess,” She squinted her eyes, “Whiskey. Neat. That’s what the big boys drink, right?”

[kingsmans-galahad]

Galahad sighed as he took a long sip of his Guinness. It was nice to have a good cold drink after a long day. He tried to tune out the bustle of the bar behind him. It was useless drivel that he had no interest in. None of it was as important to him as they wanted it to be so he wasn’t sure why they were all so loud. It didn’t get personal until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Eggsy looked and there was someone trying to get his attention and the attention of the friend next to him. “I’m sorry my good fellow. Me and my friend here are trying to enjoy a nice drink here after a long day of work. If you would excuse me and take your hand off our shoulders it would be much appreciated.” Eggsy tried his best to put on a polite smile but it never came out as nice as Harry’s. 

[blackcat-hardy]

Felicia loved bars but she usually avoided them as brawls were more likely to happen there than at fancy gala events. But she’d fell into the temptation. She needed a bucket of gin after the night she’d had. As soon as she walked in, her hand found its way into someone’s pocket and suddenly she found herself holding someone’s wallet as she sat down on a barstool. Crap, she thought, rolling her eyes as she pocketed her new, but unnecessary, acquisition. Suddenly the owner of the wallet walked towards her, but before she could get her claws out and fight her way out of the bar, he approached the man sitting next to her. Felicia smiled, putting her chin on her hand as the man walked away from them. Huh. Was that all it took? A suit and some polite talk? “Well,” The smile turned into a grin. She was suddenly feeling giddy. “Looks like I owe you a drink, darling.”