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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.

Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon
  • Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon
  • FiddleSticks
  • Cat and the Fiddle
Play
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
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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.

Diddle Diddle - Ditto
Fiddle - Kricketune
Cow - Miltank
Moon - Lunatone or Lunala
Little Dog - Lilipup/Herdier/Stoutland, or Rockruff
Spoon - Alakazam

One time I accidentally said “diddle” instead of “Ditto” and then me and my friends made a set of team names based on the old 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.”

Since there are seven references we decided to get rid of cat or little dog since they were least important, and eventually we determined cat because it shares a line with fiddle.

Credit” Molly, Isaac, and Stacey

Livin in the gutter
(huh)
making peanut butter
(huh)
with a pizza cutter
(uh)
and a pro-f-found stutter.

George Dubya Carver
(huh)
he doesn’t bother
(huh)
he runs for cover
(huh)
with ex-Prez Jimmy Carter.

Jimmy loves the brittle
(huh)
and likes to fiddle
(huh)
hey diddle diddle
(huh)
that cat’s not little.

“How does your cat find me?”

Seriously, human friends. Send me stuff.


Kenma could only sigh as the cat came and rubbed her head against his legs once more.

‘Marking me as territory… again.’

Honestly, Kenma was mostly just in shock that she had managed to find him once more. Leaning back on the bench, he didn’t stop fiddling with his DS, letting the cat rub her cheeks against him as he played, knowing that she would stop when it felt like it.

Once satisfied, the cat climbed up onto the bench, and made herself comfy on Kenma’s lap. He could only smile as he reached out to scratch behind her ear, tucking his game console into his pocket. The cat purred in contentment, and Kenma couldn’t help but smile.

The cat he was holding was practically a queen, a gorgeous ragdoll. It was, like most of it’s breed, large, and Kenma knew that he wouldn’t be able to last too long with her on his lap, she was a bit heavier than most cats that he was used to. It was a bit strange then, that he didn’t really mind. When she licked his hand, he could only sigh with the same contentment she was purring with.

Cats really were the best.

And he wasn’t just saying that because he went to Nekoma High.

They stayed like that for a little longer, the little queen receiving lazy pats and scratches, and Kenma with his eyes shut, world just a little more perfect than before. When she stood up and left the bench, Kenma sat up straight, eyes following her movements as she walked towards you, mewing happily.

He didn’t miss the way you brightened when she came into your view, calling her by her name, neither did he miss the upturn of your lips, the smile that you gave him when she realised who the cat had been with.

(He’d say that she was yours but she wasn’t. She belonged to no one but herself and both he and you knew this.)

Kenma smiled back, not minding in the least when you took a seat next to him. It wasn’t the first time you had found little the cat with him and by now, both of you were fully comfortable with each other. Kenma enjoyed your company as much as you liked his.

You laughed a bit as the cat stretched herself across both your leg and Kenma, and the two of you shared a smile as you exchanged hellos.

“Really now, how does she keep finding me when it’s such a huge town we live in?”

His smile grew as you laughed that it could only be fate.