puff of the jiggle

strike up the band | tommy shelby

more tommy/nurse war fic, back by popular demand. it gets happier, i promise.

It took Tommy five minutes longer than he would have liked to drag the man currently slumped over his shoulder to safety. Ducking and diving, throwing them to the mud, faces pressed into the sludge every time another shot rang off. He couldn’t even remember his name. The explosions drowned out every thought, except one: move.

“Hey!” Tommy screamed, voice hoarse and barely audible over the din. The path to the field hospital was chaos. A church, converted for use, the windows already half blown out. It had been abandoned when the town was taken, and a free building was a free building. What once must have been a peaceful, pretty path was now strewn with the signs of war. Blood and muck, pieces of uniform discarded like leaves fallen from the trees that lined the graveyard. There were bandages and detritus scattered about, forgotten and abandoned. Markers for the men who might never get them.

“Hey!” He screamed, trying to attract the attention of someone sheltering under the stoop at the front of the building. Some of the men finally took notice and scrambled over to him, instinctively ducking when another blast echoed out from behind them somewhere. They were technically at a safe distance here, but they were still close enough that every explosion stuttered in their chests, and so calm was hard to find.

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MariChat May Day 4: Romeo

This one is for my own personal Romeo, who has been my “creative consultant” on much of what I’ve written.  Thank you, WarBond, for helping me brainstorm.  And, you know, for making our story a happy one.  I love you!


Chat Noir heard a clatter and a shriek as he approached Marinette’s balcony, and he picked up his pace.  Had someone broken in?  Was she ok?  He dove in through her open window rather than using the trap door, and landed in a tense crouch, poised to attack if the situation warranted it.

The situation did not warrant it.

Marinette stared at him dumbly, frozen in the act of collecting several scattered pieces of fabric and sewing supplies from the floor.  A huge grey-blue cat was similarly frozen, with one paw stretched out to bat at a seam-ripper.   He stood from his crouch.  “Um, hi?”

“Chat!  What are you doing?”

“Um, saving you?”

Marinette blinked, and sat back on her heels to look up at him.  “Saving me?”

He shrugged.  “I heard the crash, and a yell and—”

 Crash!  

They both looked at the cat, who’d used Marinette’s distraction as an opportunity to jump up to her desk.  He’d just knocked a tin of pins to the floor, and was busy knocking around a spool of black thread.

“Romeo!  Romeo, no!”  Marinette stood to take the spool, but fell into her desk chair with a gasped “Ow!”

“Are you ok, Princess?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  I’m just stepped on a pin.”  She plucked it from her foot and snatched up the spool.  “Can you help me clean all this up?   Please?”

“So, who is this?”  He knelt and began collecting pins with a smirk.  “Am I not enough cat for you?”

She gave him a withering glare, but otherwise ignored his second question. “I’m cat-sitting for Rose while her—ROMEO!”  She scooped up the big gray cat and dumped him on the chaise, then knelt by Chat to collect her fabric.  “Ugh, that darn cat is going to destroy my room!”

He chuckled.  “Just cat-sitting, then?”

“Yes. I can’t wait for Rose and her family to get back.  He’s a sweet cat, but he’s still young and really playful.”  With all of the fabric stacked neatly, and the pins returned to their tin, the both began to collect the various items that belonged in her sewing basket.

“How long will they be—huh?”  He glanced behind himself to see that Romeo had captured the end of his belt tail in his front paws, and was kicking at it with his hind feet.  “It’s a good thing that isn’t a real tail.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” she groaned, tugging the tail away.  “He’s been cooped up in my room, since we can’t risk him getting into the bakery.  I think he’s going a little stir-crazy.”

“It’s alright.  Have you been playing with him?”

Marinette blinked.  “You’re supposed to play with cats?”

“Well, sure.  Especially young ones.”  He frowned.  “Didn’t Rose bring any toys for him?”

“No. But, maybe I can make something?”  She finished putting away her sewing things, and pulled out some yarn scraps.  “Do you have cats?”

“Just my kwami.  But, I did a bit of reading on cats back when he first showed up.  He’s not a house cat, but it definitely helped to explain some of his personality quirks.”  He watched curiously as she began wrapping the yarn around her fingers.  “What are you doing?”

“Making a yarn puff for Romeo,” she replied.  She continued wrapping the yarn until she came to the end, and then worked it off of her hand.  “Here, hold this, and don’t let it unravel.”

He did as she asked.  She picked up a second yarn scrap, and tied the end of it tightly around the middle of the bundle, so that there was one very long tail.  Then she took it from him, and cut the loops at either end with a pair of sharp sewing shears.  “There!”  She fluffed it into a poofy ball, and dangled it from the long tail triumphantly.  “Instant cat toy!”

“That’s perfect!  May I?”  She nodded, and he took it from her fingers.  But when he turned to the chaise, the cat was gone.

“Wait, where did he go?”  Marinette frowned, looking around her room.   “He’s got to be here, somewhere.”

He jiggled the string, making the puff bounce at the end, but the cat stayed hidden.  “Do you have a little bell?”

“I do!  Hang on.”  She went to her stash and rummaged around a bit, and returned with a small gold bell similar to the one at Chat’s throat.   “Will this work?”

“Perfect!”  He threaded the tail of the yarn through the loop on the bell, and slid it all the way down to the fluff ball at the end.  He jiggled it again, and this time, it made a gentle chiming sound.  “Romeo, Romeo,” he called, still shaking the toy.  Then he stopped, and grinned at her in sudden delight.

“Chat,” she began, with a horrified look on her face.  “Don’t you dare!”

His grin broadened, and he waggled his brows.  “ ‘Oh Romeo, Romeo, where the heck art thou, Romeo?’”

“Ugh, Chat!!!”


Author’s note:  Romeo is a Russian Blue, and was based on a cat that my mom had forever ago.  Zeus was beautiful and enormous and I have always wanted to have one, myself.  If you want to see a few pictures, I’ll be posting them here in just a bit.  :)

Team Leaders at a Game Show
  • Game show Host: Please look at the silhouette of the Pokemon and Identify *shows picture of black circle*
  • Blanche: Judgng from the circle silhouette it must be an an Electrob or a Voltorb, I will go with Electrob.
  • Candela: pppsh,that's a Voltorb, to easy. Next question.
  • Spark: Hmm, looks like an ariel view of a jiggle puff.
  • Game show Host: And the correct answer if a jiggle puff seen from above. Looks like team instinct is the only one to answer correctly.
  • Blanche: .....
  • Candela: .....
  • Spark: *dabs*