I opened pinterest to look for pictures for this moodboard and instantly got distracted looking for tattoo ideas 😅
More of the kitten fic!
Buck taps a courtesy knock on the door before letting himself in. Eddie is sitting on the couch, watching the box that is currently placed on the coffee table but upon hearing Buck’s arrival hastily stands and turns to face him.
“What’s got you so spooked?” Buck teases.
“I may have done something impulsive.”
“That’s usually my job.” He nods to the box, “What’cha got there?”
Buck takes a step forward at the same time as a small black head pops over the edge of the box and his step falters. “Eddie, is that…?”
The little black cat jumps out from the box to the table and stretches with a yawn. It meows at the two men and Eddie reaches out to pick her up, letting her sniff his hand first and rub her face on it.
“I went back to the vets this morning.” He cradles the kitten against his chest but it isn't long before she starts climbing his shirt to perch on his shoulder.
Buck can’t help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him.
To love a little cat is to see the face of God - Ch. 4
Porchay is desperately trying to figure out how to deal with his life post-breakup and amid adjusting to his older brother having both joined the mafia and become a figurehead in recent months. With everything up in the air and a lot of raw hurt from Kim, he goes to seek advice and meets someone who says they can help. What he doesn't expect is to be turned into a kitten.
Kim has a great deal of his own issues to sort out. Then he comes across the smallest and most defenseless of kitties and decides he could use the addition of a pet. After he hears about Porchay's mysterious disappearance, he is confronted with some of his greatest weaknesses.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand
Characters: Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), TK Strand, Carlos Reyes' Family (9-1-1 Lone Star), Kitten - Character
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Boys In Love, Kittens, abandoned kitten - Freeform, Carlos saves her!
Summary:
The lady at the desk smiled as they came in, her eyes fixed on the ball of grey fluff in Carlos’ arms. But just as Carlos was about to explain what had happened and how he’d found Gatita, a deep breath racking through his body before he could even consider starting to talk, he was halted by his boyfriend, his hand warm on his arm as he stepped forward.
“We found this kitten a few days ago. We’d like her to be checked over ready for us to adopt?”
When Peter Parker finds himself inexplicably turned into a kitten, he doesn't think his day can get any worse. That is, until he finds himself tucked into the pocket of Earth’s Mightiest Jerkface, Clint Barton.
or: The Adventures of Spider-Cat and the Magnificent Hawkguy
Pairing: Clint Barton / Peter Parker
Rating: Explicit
Words: 32,643
Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Kitten Peter Parker, Deaf Clint Barton, Animal Transformation, enemies to pets to lovers, misunderstandings, Clint doesn’t know too much about cats, there was only one bed, fluff, literally lol, sex in the last chapter only, no cat sex I promise, the sex is finally here!!! (full tags on Ao3)
Chapter 7: “Happy Endings”:
In which boots are knocked and Peter takes it all off.
Y’all. Y’ALL. I don’t think you understand how stoked I am. I’ve been working on this thing for three and a half months. I never expected to be this proud of a silly little rarepair kitten fic, but here we are. It’s cozy, it’s funny, it’s sexy, it’ll make ya feel stuff. Even if you’re looking at this like “What the hell even is that pairing??” consider giving it a chance.
And if you’re one of those who have been reading the whole way through--thank you, from the bottom of my heart 💜 💙 ❤️
NOW POSTING! This mostly finished WIP will update every Monday.
Title: Cupcakes and Kittens
Art by: @ladyrandombox, ladyrandombox on Instagram
Written for: @secretlyjensen
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Chapters: 1/?
Summary:
Dean Winchester is not a cat guy.
But one softhearted Sasquatch brother and a mad dash to the pet store later, Dean somehow finds himself the sole caregiver for an abandoned baby kitten. It's a good thing that quirky pet store girl gave him the Twitter handle for her cat rescue buddy, CJ. Dean doesn't know about the kitten, but he sure as hell could use some rescuing right about now.
Castiel Novak is not a baker.
But one interfering best friend and some dismal Yelp reviews for his brother's coffee shop later, Castiel somehow finds himself standing in front of a cook top in his very first baking class, his non-existent baking aspirations literally going up in smoke around him. It's a good thing his gorgeous, green-eyed classmate is there to rescue him...
Everything goes to hell when Cas finds a newborn kitten outside the bunker on a cold November day. The little thing still has an umbilical cord attached to it and is a trembling wet mess. Most probably the mother cat ran away, abandoning the poor kitten.
Despite Dean’s curses and protests Castiel cleans the desperately mewing kitten, wraps it up in a warm towel and puts it into a small box.
“I’ll come with you,” Sam offers helpfully, seeing the anguished look on Castiel’s face.
“Thank you, Sam,” Castiel smiles gently as they get ready to leave and bring all the necessary things for the kitten.
One hour later they return with a kitten milk replacement formula, vitamins, a heating pad and other things.
“It has not stopped shrieking,” Dean grumbles as he’s looking at the small mewing pile in the box. “The hell does it want?”
“The kitten is hungry, Dean,” Castiel rolls his eyes, the gesture he’s mastered perfectly.
“I’ll go prepare the formula,” Sam takes the bags into the kitchen, leaving Castiel and his brother alone.
“This thing –“ Dean begins but Castiel interrupts him.
“It’s a male kitten and his name is Fortunato,” the ex-angel declares so determinedly that whatever Dean is going to say is lost and forgotten. “I suppose you understand the meaning of the name, Dean.”
“Whatever,” the older Winchester mumbles, throwing a glance at the tiny tabby kitten which has wriggled out of his warm cocoon and is scratching at the box edge.
Where this came from? Good question. It popped into my head last night and I knew I needed to write it. This one is probably going to be a chaptered fic, but I’m not sure if it will be romance or friend ship yet.
Trigger warnings: Violence, mentions of death, really vague mentions of rape, and swearing
Part Two
Being able to shape shift from one animal to another could be really cool, you learned that from experience. When your parents were still alive you would shift to your (hair color) haired cat. It was a fun party trick which you did only with your loving family. You were treasured for being ‘extraordinary’ and special child. It was a fun relaxing life as a human kitten hybrid.
Being able to shapeshift into a cat could also be very useful, a lesson you learned from a different experience. After your parents perished you needed to fend for yourself, sometimes strangers were more kind to a kitten starved and thin that a little child in tattered clothes begging for food to survive. Other times being a cat meant you could twist around in small spaces and reach hard to get food when you needed it.
Being able to shapeshift into a cat could also really suck, an experience you are learning right now.
A huge scary man was following your human self, you knew he wanted to hurt you, and you were terrified, so you ran. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his lumbering steps grew louder the more you ran away. After a series of twists and turns in an effort to lose the man who was easily gaining area on you, you rushed into a dead end, your heart beat fast, and all you wanted to do was scream, but you knew nobody in this neighbourhood would care. So instead of doing what your human body instinctively told you to do, you shifted into your cat form, not thinking about how the scary man could see you fall into the body of a cat.
“Change back!” The man roared, he wanted to hurt you so badly, but he couldn’t not when a small delicate cat.
You started to scamper away, figuring that without the human body to play with he was done with you, you were not expecting a swift kick to the side. You were flung backwards, and let out a strangled mew in surprise. The man clearly was not done with you tonight, and this might be your end.
The alcohol breath washed over you again, and he stepped closer to you, you wanted to move, but your cat body was more fragile than that of your human. The kick had broken something, probably your leg judging by the white hot pain which flared through it, and you were unable to stand even if you wanted to. “I said change back you stupid -” The man shouted his foot poised above you to crush your other leg.
“TT” the sound came from behind you, and you whimpered at the thought of a savior.
“Hurting a poor defenseless kitten. How dare you!” the voice shouted, and the man turned around in shock.
“Robin? Don’t you have criminals to catch?” The man asked, and you felt surprise ripple through your body. The Robin was here to save you? You were a nothing, a street rat-well street cat- and here was a hero ready to save you.
“You are the real villain tonight.” Robin said letting out a roar and attacking the man who stood above you. The fight was quick, wit Robin, the pint sized eight year old, beating the older more muscled man to a pulp. You tried to limp away from the violence, as much as you looked up to the preteen hero of the streets, you trusted no human, least of all one who covers his face with a mask.
When Robin was finished with your attacker he turned to where you had been, only to see you slowly dragging yourself away with your good paws. Robin came to you, and picked you up with more care than you expected from a child who had just ferociously torn that man apart.
“You’re coming home with me little one.” Robin said, and you let out a strangled mewl, you didn’t want to go home with anyone one. You were content with your life on the street. Sure it was unreliable, but no person would ever get attached, no person would leave you again.
Robin didn’t understand your protest, and just carried you over to the batmobile, carefully taking off his cloak and wrapping you in it before depositing you gently in the passenger seat. You waited for him to get in the back, maybe radio in for batman to drive him home, but instead Robin sat in the driver’s seat and started to speed off.
What was this kid doing? You wondered, because he looked to be about your human age, but if he could drive that was a whole nother story.
Robin drove around town before entering the batcave. You watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as he masterfully parked the car in a well designed cave. Before he exited the vehicle he pulled of his mask with a sigh, and you stared at him amazed. Without the mask the boy wonder looked even younger than he did with it. He was probably eight or nine, your age.
Robin picked you up with the utmost care, and carried you out of the batmobile, you wanted to tell him that you were a human. You wanted for him to let you go so you could return to your life on the streets, but you didn’t trust anyone with your cat secret.
“Damian.” A hard voice said. You turned your head trying to see who was talking. When your cat eyes finally caught sight of the speaker you felt them widen in surprise. Bruce Wayne.
Of course you knew Bruce Wayne, he would visit the homeless shelter you frequent and act like he cared about all the starving children. He would even write a cheque to the place, but then he would leave. Just like all people do.
“What have I told you about taking the Batmobile out?” Bruce Wayne asked, and the Robin holding you- Damian- sighed.
“I couldn’t sleep father. So I went out to fight some crime.” Damian explained. Father? So the Robin and the Bat were father and son, i was a weird development.
“On a school night?” Bruce countered everso fatherly. He then took a look at you, still wrapped in the cape of his son, pathetic and small with a broken leg that throbbed like hell. “What have I told you about animals damian? I don’t want anymore in the house.”
“But father, she is hurt. This is the last one, I promise.” Damian spoke at the same time as you mewled pathetically, asking to be let go. Damian didn’t let you go, and Bruce just rolled his eyes.
“Go to bed Damian, we’ll talk more tomorrow.” Bruce sighed, and Damian smiled in success before climbing the stairs to the main manor.
You were floored with how beautiful the house was, but Damian didn’t let you stop to appreciate it. He kept walking until he reached a goodly sized bedroom and set you down on his bed. In an instant he was wrapping your leg tightly with bandages, and you whined pitifully. Damian hushed you with a gentle word before continuing his work. Once he deemed your bandages good enough he left the room entirely. You wanted to get out in that second, but worried if you changed back he would find you and kill you. This Robin had quite a reputation.
Not even five minutes later Damian returned with a saucer of milk, and he placed it by the door. You eyed him carefully.
You slowly, ever so slowly, jumped off the bed, careful to not let your injured leg take any pressure, and crawled to the milk. It tasted good. It was the first real meal you had in awhile. After you were finished Damian went to his bed, he gently patted the spot beside him, but you weren’t about to sleep in the same bed as a boy. Even if you were in cat form and he was none the wiser of your abilities to shift, it was indecent and you refused. Instead you curled up under his desk. Damian stared at you for a few minutes before huffing and closing his eyes.
You knew you needed to get out of this house, but you also knew you couldn’t do it with Damian in the room sleeping next to you. You resolved yourself, tomorrow while he was at school you would sneak away. For now, you needed rest.
