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wolfasketch · 2 years

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The Munchkin(The Hobbit AU)

Summary Guide:

Dwaves = Mountain Cat

Wizards = Wonders

Gobins = Cats with Mange

Orcs = Foxes

Skin-Changers = Spirit-Changers

Elves = Elf Cat/Eleven Cats

Lake-Town = Lake-Island

If something isn't writen down that means I haven't gotten to it yet, it doesn't change or it doesn't appear until LotR. If you have any ideas on something I have or have not written down, feel free to share! Weapons don't exist in this AU either.

The Company:

Bilbo: small, brown-eyed tom wearing a collar with flat ears and a short tail covered in fluffy brown and tan fur with a dark stripe starting from his head to his tail. Bag End Street House Cat

Thorin Oakenshield: large, blue-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick gray/black tabby fur. Lonely Mountain Cat

Dwalin: large, blue-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick dark brown, tabby fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Balin

Balin: large, brown-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick silver and gray dappled fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Dwalin

Kili: large, brown-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick brown spotted fur with a lighter colored chest, underbelly and paws. Lonely Mountain cat. Brother of Fili

Fili: large, blue-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick sandy tabby fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Fili

Dori: large, green-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick graying sandy dappled and striped fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Nori and Ori

Nori: large green-eyed tom with folded back, fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick dark ginger fur with a dark stripe starting from his head to his tail. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Dori and Ori

Ori: large, green-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick ginger dappled fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Dori and Nori

Oin: large, brown-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick multi-gray dappled fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Gloin

Gloin: large, brown-eyes tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick brown, tabby fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Oin

Bifur: large, green-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick black and gray fur. Lonely Mountain Cat.

Bofur: large, brown-eyed tom with folded back, fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick dark brown, slightly tabby, fur. Lonely Mountain Cat. Brother of Bombur

Bombur: large, green-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick ginger tabby fur. Lonely Mountain Cats. Brother of Bofur

Elves:

Thranduil: sleek, blue-eyed tom with long ears, a long neck, long tail and long legs with draped fur around his paws covered in light golden fur. Mirkwood Cat

Legolas: sleek, blue-eyed tom with long ears, a long neck, long tail and long legs with draped fur around his paws covered in light golden fur. Mirkwood Cat. Son of Thranduil

Tauriel: sleek, green-eyed she-cat with long ears, a long neck, long tail and long legs with draped fur around her paws covered in dark ginger dappled and tabby fur. Mirkwood Cat

Galadriel: sleek, blue-eyed she-cat with long ears, a long neck, long tail and long legs with draped fur around her paws covered in silver fur with a white diamond on her forehead. Lothlorien Cat

Elrond: sleek, gray-eyed tom with long ears, a long neck, long tail and long legs with draped fur around his paws covered in dark brown fur. Rivendell Cat

Wonders:

Gandalf: skinny, blue-eyed tom with small ears, a long tail and slim legs with gray marks staining his hairless body

Radagast: skinny, blue-eyed tom with small ears, a long tail and slim legs with a brown-ish tint to his hairless body

Saruman: skinny, brown-eyed tom with small ears, a long tail and slim legs with a clear hairless body

Lake-Island Cats:

Bard: blue-eyed tom with small ears, wavy, slick-back head fur and muscular legs with dark brown tabby fur

Sigrid: blue-eyed she-cat with small ears, head fur and slim legs with light brown tabby and dappled fur. Sister of Bain and Tilda

Bain: brown-eyed tom with small ears, curled head fur and muscular legs with dark brown dappled fur. Brother of Sigrid and Tilda

Tilda: blue-eyed she-cat with small ears, head fur and slim legs covered in brown tabby fur. Sister of Sigrid ad Bain

Maxwell: plump, brown-eyed tom with small ears, head fur and thick legs covered in pale ginger fur

Alfrid: skinny, brown-eyed tom with small ears, slick-back head fur and slim legs covered in black fur

Others:

Smaug: large, doberman pinscher with blazing amber eyes

Azog: scarred, blue-eyed fox with silver fur and missing one leg

Bolg: scarred, blue-eyed fox with silver fur

Gollum/Smeagol: balding, blue-eyed tom wearing a collar with flat ears and a short tail covered in patches of brown fur

Beorn: abnormally large, blue-eyed wolverine with flat ears, no tail and thick legs covered in dark brown fur. A Spirit-Changer

Sauron: large, black feather eagle with amber eyes

Dain II Ironfoot: large, green-eyed tom with fur-tipped ears, a stubbed tail and large paws covered in thick light ginger tabby fur. Lonely Mountain Cat

The Mangy King: plump and flabby, brown-eyed tom with no fur, flat eyes, no tail and large paws. Misty Mountain Cat

Spiders: scrawny badger with torn-out fur

Stone Giants: bears

#The Hobbit #Animal AU #Too many character to name #someone else can tag them all if they want #Original AU #This started out as me drawing Bilbo and the Dwarves as cats #then it turned into this #and a fanfic #too be posted #judge me if you will

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laylacooke · 4 years

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A Little Catty || Deirdre & Layla

timing: Mid August [Continued from this.] parties: @deathduty& @laylacooke w/ special guest, Anya summary: Layla finds herself some competition. Meow-Meoh.

She had somehow managed to escape the White Crest Animal Shelter. It was a Houdini type feat, but now she was outside in the dark. While her cat eyes had given way to so much more in the darkness, than her human eyes ever could (unless it was a full moon), Layla was still scared. It was a big world and she was a tiny cat. Things that went bump in the night kept her on edge and as she wandered the streets of White Crest, she finally stumbled upon a house. One that looked familiar, so familiar, until she realized exactly where she was at. Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.

Rolling her large black eyes, she sauntered up to the back patio of the house. While she was almost hesitant to go in, the smell of something good had lured her closer and closer, until she was standing at the back door looking in. She was already here and considering she didn’t feel safe going back to Regan’s place or home to be with Ariana and the dogs, Layla decided to try and make her way inside. At least for the night, she’d be safe considering she had just seen another cat dart by inside the house. And with a long and lonesome meow, she wailed out into the night hoping Deirdre would hear her.

Deirdre had one, embarrassing secret: she cooked for her cats. She did it when Morgan wasn’t home, and rare enough that the cats thought of it as a treat, but she still cooked for them. And that, itself, was embarrassing. But she took pride in her intricate, cat-friendly fish dishes and lovingly presented them on her nicer plates. “No, Anya, you get less because you’re getting kind of chubby. Don’t look at me like that, you’re the one that found the bag of treats.” Oh, yeah, and she always talked to her cats like people. But she wasn’t embarrassed about that, she spoke to all animals like they could understand her, it was a habit she never grew out of. Naturally, Deirdre still asserted that she hated animals. “Moira?” Anya, Morgan’s black cat and ex-familiar, sat patiently in her chair. But Moira, their white kitten, wasn’t there. Instead, her mewing broke the silence of her house. “What is it?” She approached the cat with concern, kneeling down until she spotted the orange tabby she was looking at. Slowly, Deirdre reached up to open her back door and let the cat in. “Are you a stray?” She asked. No collar. She tilted her head and extended her hand slowly, to let the cat sniff her fingers, still stained with the smell of fish from plating up the cat’s food. “Do you want to join us for dinner?”

As Layla continued to yowl, she noticed Deirdre had taken so much pride in feeding her other cats. Despite all she had gone through chasing a dog around the house, the teenager could tell just how much animals of the feline type meant to her. And that was somewhat surprising. But it was also reassuring knowing she had picked the right place to go to.

Seeing the movement in the kitchen, followed by Deirdre walking over meant that Layla had caught the woman’s attention. Success! As the door was opened, a burst of cooked fish came wafting out of the house and into Layla’s face causing her to lick her lips. Cautiously moving forward, she began sniffing the woman’s hand and without thinking tried to lick off whatever remnants remained from the meal Deirdre was cooking. With a soft meow, she trotted inside and began rubbing up against the nearby leg of a chair. Sweet George Clooney, what the hell am I doing? Her reactions came naturally. Being a cat had come naturally, which was somewhat alarming. But the longer, she remained a cat, the easier the lifestyle had become.

Deirdre lacked Morgan's knowledge about cats, she couldn't tell age by size, or intention from actions. She watched the orange cat curiously, just as Moira did. The white cat mewled, walking around with a lack of learned cynicism. "I'll take that as a yes then." She smiled and stood, making her way back to the kitchen to scoop the extras from what she shaved off Anya's portion to a separate plate for their new friend. She returned and presented the plate, putting it down by the chair leg. The cat seemed acclimated to the surroundings of a home, and unafraid of the other cats. She wondered if that meant the cat was just lost or had simply slipped out of its house and into another to scheme its way to more food. She thought about asking Morgan what she thought as soon as she was home, she knew cats better. "It's fish," Deirdre explained, "it's probably a little bland. Cats can eat anything with real flavor, it seems. But it's very fishy, which I suppose you'll like." Deirdre eyed the cat like it was a critic dining at her restaurant, even as she told herself that the last opinion, she cared for was some animal's. "Are you lost?" She asked it. "Do you want to stay here?"

Layla continued to rub back and forth along the chair leg, until the food was brought over. Layla, you don’t eat fish what are you- Trotting over to the plate that was now on the floor, she began to scarf down the meal. The strong fishiness of the dish was so much better than her human vegan mind ever imagined. And it didn’t take her long to lap up the meal. Once she was finished, and had thoroughly licked the plate, she looked back up to Deirdre. No, I’m not lost. You just had food, and I would love a place to stay. Anything to get me away from Animal Control and dogs that want to eat me. Her words, of course, had come out as meows. No indication of it being a human turned werewolf turned cat. Sitting down, she pulled one of her back legs up and started scratching behind her ear. When she had finished, she looked back up to Deirdre and meowed softly. Pick me up?

The meows were unintelligible to Deirdre, but she nodded along all the same. It did feel strangely like a real conversation, even if she couldn’t understand what was being said. This cat seemed more intelligent to the things Deirdre was saying than Anya and Moira had ever been--the stares felt, just a little less blank. Or maybe that was her imagination, sometimes she could have sworn that Anya understood her and just chose not to listen. Speaking of Anya…. Deirdre glanced around for the black cat, whom she knew would take less kindly to their strange intruder, but there was no sign of her. Deirdre turned back, reaching out to pet the cat just behind its ears. It looked up and meowed; that was a sign Deirdre knew. Moira gave it to her often enough. She reached over and----Shrieking cut through the air. Deirdre turned and slowly approaching was Anya, back curved up and ears flat. She hissed. Moira skittered under their coffee table. Anya lunged.

Layla was just about to be in the warmth of Deirdre’s arms when she heard shrieking. Ah crap! I thought you guys liked me! Before she could react, the orange tabby felt claws go into her soft, fur ridden flesh. Letting out a loud yelp of pain, she scurried away from Anya and behind the counter. She had needed a breather. Just a few moments to catch her breath, but before she was settled, she could hear the deep vocalized approach of the other cat. Feline instincts taking over, Layla felt her own ears go back and her back arch. A low, deep moan came from her own throat as she began to slowly inch out from behind the counter. You want to go, bitch! Let’s go! Moving closer, she started to do a slow methodical dance with the other cat. Not approaching just yet but trying to suss out the situation and the best way to gain dominance of the house and Deirdre.

Anya was unquestionably the dominant cat of the house. She circled the orange tabby with unease and pounced again. Yet, as amusing as it was to watch cats fight, one of those cats was Anya and the other she didn’t really care about but figured she should, and so Deirdre broke up the spat. She scooped Anya into her arms, speaking gently to the soft black cat. “It’s okay. It’s just a stray.” She thought. Or maybe Anya knew something she didn’t. “It’s okay,” she assured the cat again, shifting her in her arms until she was settled better. Anya continued to squirm, there was some dominance she needed to assert, and it was dominance she couldn’t while stuck in Deirdre’s arms. Deirdre didn’t know what to do, were cats like chickens? Did she allow them to establish a pecking order---or, in this case, swatting order? She stared down at the orange tabby. “I’m going to put Anya down, and you need to be nice to her. She’s a valuable member of this household. She contributes dead animals sometimes.” This, she thought, would soothe over any bad blood between the cats. She gently lowered Anya to the ground, who promptly, and swiftly, began to chase the orange tabby.

Layla yipped when the black cat struck again pulling claws through skin. But before she could take any of her own swats, she found her opponent being scooped up in Deirdre’s arms. Looking upwards at the cat and the woman, Layla hissed, before limping away from the pair. She had to put some distance in between herself and Deirdre, or she was tempted to take a swat at her rather than Anya. Seriously?! I should have listened to my human side and stayed away from this stupid place. But I just had to let my hunger for fish, of all things, take over. She was managing to catch her breath. However, before she could fully lower the hair on her back, fucking Anya was chasing her through the house. Luckily, Layla had remembered the lay of the land and zigzagged in and out of rooms, before settling under Deirdre’s bed. Backed in a corner, she let a low growl escape her tiny cat body as she began to swat at Anya who was trying to force her way up under the bed with Layla. I just want to be human again. Please Cat Gods! Please! If cats could cry, she darn well was doing it with tears welling up from her round black eyes.

“No! Anya! Bad!” Deirdre chased after the two cats, sliding around corners and bumping into her walls and furniture with much less grace than the two cats. At another time, with any other creature, Deirdre might have respected this gusto from Anya. If this was Anya hunting down prey, far be it from her to intervene. But it was another helpless cat, and even Deirdre thought that was a little unfair. She caught up with the cats in the master bedroom, dashing across the carpet to scoop up Anya before she could crawl under the bed and get involved with a scrap Deirdre couldn’t reach and couldn’t protect them from. “Anya!” She picked up the black cat and made it look her in the eyes. “Bad! Well, not bad. But not good!” Fates, she really hoped she never had to become kind of disciplinary in her life. “I said the cat was okay, you remember me saying the cat was okay, right?” The cat did not respond on account of it being a cat. Deirdre continued to explain to her. “It’s okay. I promise you it’s okay. No one is going to steal your food, or your spot in this house. It’s probably just passing through. Okay? Okay. I’m going to let you down now and I need you to leave the cat alone. Do you think you can do that?” The cat, again, did not respond. Deirdre let Anya down on top of the bed and crawled down to look at the tabby. “You can come out,” she told it, she extended her arm out. “She probably just didn’t like you eating her food and rubbing up on the furniture. I don’t know, I don’t really understand cats. Will you come out from there?”

Layla’s tiny little heart was pounding harder than before. She was terrified. Deirdre scolding Anya didn’t even make her feel better. Instead, she pushed herself back further into the shadows of the bed. She just wanted to be left alone and to not be chased or threatened by anyone or anything. No! I’m not coming out! You let your cat attack me! Her meows held a tone of panic and fear. And as Deirdre’s arm came towards her, she swatted at it. Barely nicking it with her small claws. Away you devilish woman! Away! She could still hear Anya walking around on the top of the bed; fear lingering of the possibility of another attack waiting on her from the beloved black cat.

Deirdre didn't flinch as she was swatted, she'd certainly gotten worse hits from such Marge larger things, but it was clear to her that this cat was terrified. "Okay," she sighed, "wait here." She pulled herself up and scooped Anya into her arms. She took the black cat downstairs, letting her comfort Moira and offering another shred of fish as an apology for the whole debacle. Then she found the dried catnip and took a pinch with her back upstairs. This time when she laid down, her head turned to watch the tabby, she held her outstretched arm with the catnip a little closer to her. "It's okay," she cooed, "you can come out. I won't let Anya hurt you anymore, I promise." She wasn't sure why exactly she was offering promises to a cat that couldn't appreciate them, but she did so anyway. "I'll let you into the cat room and you can play with all the toys, or jump around or sleep, even. And then we'll figure out where you need to be, okay?" As much as she dreaded a trip to animal services, she couldn't deny the possibility that this was probably just someone's lost cat.

The small animal stayed hunkered down. A little relief came when she could smell that the other cat had been taken out of the room and that Deirdre was gone. Relaxing just enough to not be so tense, Layla had considered running out of the room and trying to find her way back outside, but before she could, the woman was back, and this time she had something that smelled enticing with her. What-What is this crack you hold between your thumb and forefinger? She was more so curious than before and couldn’t restrain herself. Inching forward, now, with only catnip on the brain, she began eating the small, green dried herb out of Deirdre’s fingers. Instantly, she began to feel more relaxed. What is this stuff? Everything’s so heavy. And, I could just...Layla yawned...go to sleep right here. She moved in closer to the woman and began purring, just wanting someone to snuggle up to so she could go to sleep.

What was the moral ethics behind drugging a cat with catnip? Deirdre considered this, then found the orange tabby purring in her arms. It was fine, she concluded, because the cat seemed happy. "Uh, hold on, I need to pee." The cat, however, didn't want to move. "I can't go to the toilet like this. You need to sleep in a bed." And still, there was nothing. She sighed, relenting, and crawled into her large bed, holding the cat close to her. "Fine. But just for now, okay? Just for now." She began to pet the cat, the way she learned cats like best, and sang her a lullaby softly. Cats, it seemed, weren't so bad.

Layla’s little cat body was comfortable and seemed to melt into a pile of fury goo in Deirdre’s arms. She didn’t really know what was happening, but at that moment it didn’t matter. She just wanted to sleep the night away, and that she did. Dreams plagued her tiny cat mind. Fantastic dreams of dancing fish hopping right into her mouth. Mice swimming around her. Balls of yarn rolling around. It was in bright, flashy colors, while distorted music played. Some big production from a Disney cartoon from back in the day. And by daybreak, the orange tabby had felt hungover and thirsty.

Crawling out of Deirdre’s arms, Layla hopped off the bed and went to find water. Once she had cleansed her dry pallet, she cautiously made her way downstairs watching out for Anya and Moira. She had to escape. She couldn’t stay here another night. As the memories crept back in slowly of being attacked and then being drugged with catnip.

At some point, petting the cat and singing softly, Deirdre had also fallen asleep. Her dreams were filled with stabbing people, dead bodies drifting down rivers, and Morgan (who was not exactly related to death, but as a zombie, fit right into Deirdre’s macabre dreamscape anyway). It was a good slideshow of nonsensical images, the kind that lulled her in deep and pulled away the worries of her waking life. Eventually she fell over, dissolving into a more comfortable curled up position and she drifted off to a slumber deep and uninterrupted.

Anya wasn’t so lax in observation. She sat atop her cat tower, surveying the house. When the orange tabby crept into the room, her eyes focused on the foreign creature. Her tail swung back and forth, observing. Waiting. Threatening. Your move.

Layla slowly crept along, until her sharp senses picked up on the other cat. Stopping dead in her tracks, the orange cat looked up to the top of the cat tower seeing her nemesis lying in wait. Not this shit again...Letting out a huff and not waiting any longer, the cat took off running towards the kitchen, except this time, instead of staying on the ground, she leaped up onto the kitchen counter to wait on Anya. She would pounce when the time came. Hunkering down, she waited quietly, her own tail swishing in anticipation.

Anya jumped down each level of her cat tower slowly, pausing to stare. She had a look that said 'I could kill you' which wasn't much different from her other looks, but even so, this wasn't Morgan's Anya anymore. She had been weathered by time, loss, and smaller dinners because she was 'getting fat'. Was it her fault the treats were so easy to reach? And Moira was often too excited to even finish her dinners? Anya was, what humans liked to call, food motivated. But if she had enough of a brain to argue, she'd say everything on this planet was food motivated. She hit the last perch, watching the orange cat. Then she dropped to the ground, slowly stalking up to her. The back door hadn't been closed, an error in Deirdre's judgement but one that worked for Anya's gain. This was the cat that took her food and then her cuddles, and soon, Anya imagined, her throne. She stared up at the cat on the counter. Then she jumped up to join her. And slowly, calculatedly, she tapped a glass until it wobbled on the edge and shattered across the ground. Then she bellowed, as if injured, and jumped back down—the blame could only go in one place. And who would Deirdre be willing to think was the culprit? Her sweet Anya, or the dirty stray?

Layla was readying herself. She was going to pounce on Anya and make her feel just a small fraction of the crap she had put her through the night before. However, things didn’t go quite as she had planned it. Instead, the orange cat watched as Anya casually made her way into the kitchen. She had already known where Layla was waiting, before the new cat had any chance at getting revenge. But what happened next was not expected. What? What are you doing? Backing up slowly as the cat joined her on the counter, she was surprised by the black cat’s actions. Oh, you sneaky bitch. Knowing that Deirdre would believe Anya over Layla any day, she didn’t want to stick around to see what would happen, especially now that the other cat was on the floor feigning an injury that didn’t even exist. Until next time, Anya. Until next time. She hissed at the larger cat as she quickly hopped down from the counter and headed for the door. She wanted to be long gone, before the woman made it downstairs, knowing good and well how Deirdre would react.

Deirdre sprang to life, half-awake and staggering as she sprinted to the site of the crash. Without accessing what was wrong, exactly, she scooped Anya up and searched for injury. Relieved with the absence of them, she turned to the crime. "Aw, I was going to put flowers in that vase." She frowned, then glanced around for the orange tabby, the obvious culprit—to which she wouldn't be mad, just disappointed. But as she looked, the cat was nowhere to be seen; the backdoor was left open, leaving a cat-sized crack. Anya settled happily into Deirdre's arms as she worried quietly for the new stray. The black cat, by comparison, had little care. With her throne secure, and all further threats to fish dinners eliminated, she found sleep happily and with ease. Wherever that orange tabby was, she'd know better than to come back here.

#para: a little catty #deathduty #saga: a little catty #wickedswriting

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miraculousobsession-blog · 7 years

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Ladybug finds an adorable stray cat which Chat Noir is jealous of, and Adrien just happens to find out about!

Okay sorry this took forever, I got super into it and I wanted it to be perfect. I hope you like it, enjoy! (Will post on fanfiction.net soon) I like to call this one “The CATastrophe”. hehe.

EDIT: Included the Fanfiction.net link - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12580618/1/A-Small-CATastrophe

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“Awwww, whats this?”

Chat stopped walking and turned around to see Ladybug on her hands and knees on the roof, crawling around the corner.

“My lady?” He walked back over to see what all the fuss was about. He got there in time to see Ladybug sittting crisscross-applesauce on the roof with a light caramel and dark brown long-haired tabby cat in her lab. She grinned proudly as she gently scratched his ears. Chat’s jaw dropped.

“Who’s cat is that?” He asked as soon as he regained the ability to speak. That fluffy little puffball was just sitting, happily curled up in her lap, like he totally deserved to be there. Chat immediately felt jealousy swell inside him. Which was totally stupid, he told himself, its a cat, and you are THE Chat Noir, crimefighter, partner to ladybug, defender of Paris, etc, etc. Have a little perspective, Adrien, he chided himself mentally. But then he saw her give him a loving, gentle kiss on the head and he swallowed hard. God, what he wouldn’t do to be that cat just then.

“I dunno, he was just sitting up here, curled up in an empty gutter. This poor little guy doesn’t have a collar, either.” She scratched down his back, and the cat purred loudly. Chat’s ear twitched.

“Well I’m sure he’ll be fine, we should go before our transformations run out.” Chat offered a hand to help Ladybug up.

“What?? No!” She turned as if to sheild the cat from Chat’s outstetched hand. “We can’t just leave him here. He’ll be cold, and hungry.” She nuzzled her cheek against his soft fur. “Won’t you baby? Awwww, who’s a wittle bitty baby waby-” her speech quickly devolved into baby talk. She was so cute holding that fluffy cat like that. Ladybug was so confident and strong and quick-witted, he didn’t often get to see her being a gushy teenage girl. He decided this was freaking adorable, and he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“C’mon, he probably lives out here. Besides, I’m cold and hungry.”

“But he’s so sweet!” As if to accentuate her point, the cat curled his tail smugly around himself. “Im taking him home with me,” she declared, and stood up with the floof in her arms.

“No fair, you never let me come home with you,” Chat pouted, leaning his head on her shoulder. He blinked his big green eyes a few times. The tabby booped at his bangs as they fell across her shoulder. Ladybug sighed, but her lips were pulled back into a grin.

“Mon chaton, you aren’t a real cat.“ She playfully patted his head.

He gasped and threw his hand over his forehead dramatically. “My lady, you wound me deeply! How could you say such hurtful words to me, your only partner!” He cried with a grin. This time, she couldn’t help but laugh at his display. Chat smirked. Let’s see that little puffball make her laugh like that.

“Mrowww,” the cat interrupted.

“He’s right, we should get going now. Ill see you tomorrow night, chaton.”

“Till then, my lady,” he said with a very typical dramatic Chat Noir bow, a cheesy grin, and, for added flair, backflipped off the roof.

Ladybug just smiled and shook her head as she walked off. A quiet evening on patrol usually left them with a lot more energy, but finding this adorable cat made a nice quiet night with Chat Noir even better.

Chat climbed back into his window, closed it, and detransformed. As usual, Plagg plopped himself down in the middle of his oversized bed and moaned loudly.

“I need Camembert,” he groaned, dramatically throwing a leg up. “So tired…”

“Plagg, come on, you didn’t even have to fight today.” Plagg flew himself over and perched himself on Adrien’s head.

“I thought you were gonna fight that alley cat Ladybug picked up,” Plagg laughed and rolled over onto his belly. Adrien sputtered.

“Please Plagg, that’s insane, I’m not going to fight a literal alley cat!” he swatted Plagg off, who floated away and kept bellowing for cheese until Adrien finally gave him some. That cat Ladybug picked up was just a pet, he reminded himself. He was her partner, the only one she trusted with her life, and her with his. Their bond was special. He smiled to himself as he started the shower.

Marinette carefully made her way back to her house, which is much more difficult that one expects with a cat in one arm. Luckily for her, she was able to get her window open with one arm.

“Alright kitty, here we go,” she whispered as she set him gently on the desk. The cat mrrrowed in mild protest at having been manhandled so and began to furriously lick his paws. “Tikki, spots off.” A flash of light briefly illuminated the room as she detransformed. The cat jumped a little at the light. Tikki perched herself on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Marinette, why did you bring that stray cat home?” She squeaked, eyeing the cat suspiciously.

“He seemed lonely and sad, I couldn’t just leave him all alone. Look at him, he’s so cute!” She grinned down at Tikki, who was returning her smile with a dubious glance. “Oh Tikki, I’m sorry, I suppose I should have asked you first, its just so hard to when I’m in costume, and-”

“-Oh Marinette, its okay!” Tikki zipped up to her face. “I think its sweet you want to take him in. Cats can be a very big responsibility, and you already have so much on your plate. Also,” she added, glancing at the cat again, “cats tend to think Im some kind of bird.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” Marinette reassured Tikki as she cupped her kwami in her hands. Tikki nuzzled her cheek happily.

“Now come on Marinette, its late and you have school tomorrow.” Tikki reminded her.

“Alright, let me get something for the cat to eat.” Marinette slipped her shoes off and slooowly opened her bedroom door. She had no idea how to take care of a cat, but she figured they probably liked fish. “I know we must have a can of tuna in here somewhere,” she muttered softly to herself as she riffled through the kitchen cabinets as quietly as she could muster. “….no….no….aha!” She triumphantly pulled the tuna can from the shelf. She grabbed a can opener and cut the can open.

“Psssst, kitty cat?” She crept back into her room and set the can down.

“Mrowwww!” The cat leapt enthusiastically off the desk to lap up the tuna.

“There we go” Marinette smiled, then yawned. “Alright Tikki, I’m definitely going to bed now.”

“Wait one second, Marinette!” Tikki piped up. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“My alarm clock is set, my laundry is done, my homework is finished…. I don’t think so?”

“You have to give you new pet a name, silly!” She chuckled.

“Oh! Right!” She paused and sat on her bed and watched the light and dark brown fluffball purr loudly through mouthfulls of tuna. “Well he certainly likes Tuna…. is that a good name? A cat named Tuna?”

“I think its cute!” giggled Tikki.

“Tuna the cat it is!” Marinette declared with a yawn. “Goodnight, Tikki.”

“Goodnight, Marinette.”

Adrien was tired.More tired than someone his age should be, he determined as he walked off the set of his latest photoshoot in these crazy tight jeans. Admittedly, they looked amazing on him, but beauty is pain and these jeans were proof of that. Oh well, he shrugged as he crossed the street. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. Well, on the bright side, it was only 6:30, meaning they’d finished almost a half an hour early. He had time! Time…..for what, though? Patrol with ladybug wasn’t until 9. Father wasn’t expecting him home until 7-ish. He could just walk around? Enjoy the day? Or- Suddenly his empty stomach interjected with a loud gurgle. That’s right, he had a light lunch today. He grinned. He would go visit the Marinette’s bakery. Father wouldn’t know because he’d think he was still at the shoot. He pumped a fist in the air excitedly. Carbs! Pasties! Freedom! He was so excited he jogged the whole 4 blocks.

“Ting, ting,” the door bell rang as he walked in. He loved everything about this place. The ring of the door when you walked in, the smell of pastries, and Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng were so nice every time. It was so comforting.

“Hello, Adrien,” Smiled Mrs. Dupain-Cheng warmly as she walked to the counter from the kitchen. He grinned brightly. He often felt more welcome here than in his own home.

“Hello Mrs. Dupain-Cheng,” he said, unable to keep the big grin off his face.

“You’re in a good mood today,” She noted, returning his smile and punctuating it with a small chuckle. “What can I get for you today?”

“Well, I-” He was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a loud crash from upstairs, followed by a yell.

“Mom!!” Came a desperate cry from upstairs even as Marinette climbed down the stairs cradling a squirming cat in her arms. “Mom, I think Tuna’s hungry, he keeps jumping up on my desk and biting my sl-” she froze when she saw Adrien standing in the bakery. “A-Adrien!”

“Hi, Marinette,” he said with a small wave and a smile. “You have a cat?”

“Y-Y-… cat! Yes, I, um, I found a stay cat last night, and he followed me home, and, well, I….” She trailed off nervously before clearing her throat in an effort to regain some composure. “This….this is Tuna.” She held out the fluffball of a feline to Adrien, who now wore a small red collar with a tag that read “Tuna”.

“Aww, he’s so cute, and….” He trailed off as he took the cat in his arms and Tuna batted at his bangs. This was surprisingly reminiscent of….. No, No way. That wasn’t possible…..was it??? Holy crap Adrien slow down! Just because Marinette got a cat the same time Ladybug happened to get a cat and looked exactly the same and the cat remembered him and-

Marinette was kind of confused. Adrien was staring at the cat like it contained the secrets of the universe. She peered curiously at his face. Nervousness was beginning to give way to worry. “Umm, Adrien? You don’t have to hold him if he bothers you, or you don’t like cats, or….?”

“Oh!” He snapped out of his sudden trance. “No no no I love cats, they’re like the best things ever-” He hurriedly reached out to give the cat back to Marinette. “I just remembered I’m late for….” he trailed off as Marinette reached out to accept Tuna back from him. Their hands touched and he froze and looked into Marinette’s eyes intently.

Oh God oh God oh God, Marinette prayed silently. What is he doing??? Her cheeks reddened more the longer he stared. Her heart was racing wildly. It was almost like he was looking for something???“A-Adrien?” She finally managed to squeak out.

Her mother was giving him a really strange look. Shit, he was causing some kinda scene. “Oh! Sorry, M-Marinette. I have to go, Ill be backk later,” He said to Mrs. Dupain-Cheng. He bowed, yelled a hurried “thanks!” as he ran out the door and didn’t stop till he had turned the corner and was out of sight.“I worry about that boy,” Mrs. Dupain-Cheng sighed as she shook her head. “Is he okay?”

“I have no idea…..” Marinette replied, obviously concerned as well. “Ill check on him tomorrow at school.”

“Good idea,” her mom said before heading back into the bakery kitchen. One thing is for certain, she thought as she took Tuna back upstairs, tomorrow was gonna be an interesting day at school.

Adrien’s head was spinning so fast he could feel himself getting dizy. Was it even possible? It wasn’t IMpossible…..right? He believed in coincidences, but this was too much….RIGHT??? He couldn’t think straight. His feet were walking home on autopilot while he tried to digest what just happened. How could he have missed it?? They have the same hairstyle for crying out loud. And blue eyes. And…. wait, no, there’s got to be more than one person in the whole of PARIS who had dark hair in pigtails with blue eyess….RIGHT???

“AAAAGH!” he cried. This whole thing was messing with his head.

“Adrien?” Nathalie called. Oops. He had actually made it home. “Are you okay?”

“Im fine, just tired. Long day, going upstairs to do homework!” One thing is for certain, he thought as he grabbed his backpack and took it back upstairs, tomorrow was gonna be an interesting day at school.

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