the cat and fiddle

Inspired by @akira-of-the-twilight‘s winteriron shifter AU fic, Cat Nipped !!:

Taking that as a positive sign, Bucky fiddled with his armor, loosening it just a tad. Carefully he slid Tony under his chest armor and then tightened it so Tony fit snuggly inside. “What do you think?”

Tony swiveled his head then poked it out of the armor. He gophered his head back inside then meowed approvingly.

When Louis wakes up, he’s immediately confused. He should be pressed up against a warm back or splayed across a body. And the other side of the bed is cold. He gets up, admittedly a little huffy at this injustice, one sock on and the other lost somewhere in the trenches of his bed. Not only his bed though—Harry’s bed. Where the fuck is Harry?

He wanders into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He sees Harry and smells the pancakes at the same time. What he also sees is…new.

“When did you get all this?”

Harry lifts his head up from where he was fiddling with the stove, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Earlier in the week. I didn’t hide any of it in the closet because I know you check in there for presents.”

Louis doesn’t think he’s ever seen so many balloons and streamers in his life. The room looks like it’s been barfed all over by a party shop.

Looking further into the entrance to the living room, Louis realises it’s all done up too. There’s a big colourful banner that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU’RE 5! with a ‘2′ painted before the ‘5′.

“Uh, yeah, about that…the only ones left were for 5-year-olds, so I had to improvise. Pretty neat paint job though, if I do say so myself.”

Louis darts over to Harry as fast as he can without popping a balloon and wraps his arms around his waist, getting up onto his tiptoes and nuzzling his face into his neck.

“You giant sap. Do you know much I love you?”

Harry abandons the pancakes for a second, turning around and taking Louis’ face in his hands. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that I love you more.”

“We’re not having this argument today. What we’re going to do instead is kiss for two hours minimum.”

“I can work with that.”

Harry leans in and captures Louis’ lips with his own—something that they’ve done every morning for the last five years but never gets old. Not too long into it, Louis detaches himself and Harry quirks an eyebrow at his determined face.

“Also, since we’re on a roll, I wanna hire a bouncy castle,” Louis says in a voice that leaves no wiggle room, his I know what I want tone.

“Good, because I’ve already made the arrangements. Happy birthday, baby.”


Modern Worshippers: Athene

Libraries are their fortresses, the Web and TV their scouts. Skype calls are made as the newest terrorist attack or war attack is broadcast as they make live commentary on the best way to handle it. Books and journals are scattered everywhere in their rooms; every nook and cranny has some book precariously perched on an already too-high stack. Hand-made and hand-decorated pots hold flowers and aloe vera plants on sunny windowsills and balconies and backyards. Some fiddle with string and play Cat’s Cradle during the weekly intelligence conference while still others create Rube Goldberg machines that end up feeding their host’s cat or dog or bird or bunny. Everyone tends to keep band-aids in stock in case someone pricks a finger while needlepointing. Some have bags under their eyes from studying and others bruises and scraps form self-defense classes.

A ravenous mind is their all-consuming weapon.


There’s an inn, there’s an inn, there’s a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
‘It’s after three!’ he said.


Magic: the Gathering - Innistrad Nursery Rhyme

Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon

Hey, foreign warden,
Nahiri and Sorin,
The Werewolf jumped over the (Eldritch) Moon;
Liliana laughed
To see such comport,
All the while Tamiyo studied a rune.

What rhymes with Sorin ?