Working title - Familiar mpreg for Meridae (fan fic)
Working title -Familiar mpreg for Meri (fan fic)
A Very Handy Man
By Iron Dog
Where was that damn mewing coming from? He'd been hearing it nearly every day
for a week now. He'd checked all the usual suspects. Under the impossibly heavy
couch that took four burly football players to move, behind the dryers in the
laundry room. Hell, he'd even pressed his ear to the various walls of the residence
thinking the little trouble-maker had gotten in there via the loose duct cover
he kept meaning to fix but never got around to.
The sound was driving him crazy. It yanked on his heart strings, the plaintive,
lost and alone tone making him seriously consider taking a hammer to random spots
of the original lathe and plaster walls looking for the poor little waif. The historical
society would have kittens of their own if he did that and he preferred not to have to
deal with their melodramatics over a little damaged plaster that could be fixed easy
enough with a quick trip to Home Depot.
The mewing sounded again; a please help me call that made Devin's heart beat faster
and his palms sweat in sympathetic anxiety. He closed his eyes let his head thunk back
against the door frame he was leaning against. His whole world seemed to have been
turned topsy-turvy after that party. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to have been there.
There'd been the frantic phone call late in the evening, begging him to come fix a
hole and not say anything about it that some idiot had made in a wall during a party
that wasn't supposed to be happening. As the maintenance man for the school, it was
his job to fix things that got broken regardless of when that happened.
The party had been in full swing when he got there and the hole had been minor
enough that it could've waited until morning. The hugely dilated pupils of several of
the students clued Devin into why it was thought to be an earth shattering gaping maw
into the abyss when it was barely three inches across and bore a striking resemblance
to someone's fist. Having partaken of a little wacky tabacky in his misspent youth,
Devin wasn't one to judge.
The likely culprit had skedaddled with a guilty look as soon as Devin started on the patch job.One of the boys stayed behind to watch, his eyes as big as the others. He was a cute little thing.Strawberry blond and bookish looking even if there were no glasses present. He'd edged closer and closer as Devin worked until he was nearly hanging over his shoulder. One thing led to another and before he was really sure how it happened, he had the guy pressed up against the wall and his tongue down the blond’s throat.
He probably had a contact high from all the shit floating around even though he couldn’t detect any of the tell-tale smell of weed being vigorously smoked.
Devin remembered very clearly rocking both their worlds. He remembered dozing off in a sweaty, satisfied tangle of arms and legs. He remembered waking and wondering if his little bookworm would be up for round two only to find a lovely marmalade cat sleeping on his bare chest, tail tip quivering ever so slightly. His mystery lover was nowhere in sight and he didn’t even have a name to use to go looking for the guy. Devin’s disappointed sigh was heavy enough to wake the cat. It opened crystal blue eyes, gave him a startled look, and took off like a shot leaving long scratch marks across his chest and belly.
Devin tried to find the enticing guy around the campus but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He thought he saw the cat a few times but it was always from a distance. There were a lot of cats on the campus, part of some rescue and rehabilitation thing, he thought. He liked cats so having one almost always underfoot was fine with him.
But this desperate mewing of a lost kitten was driving him crazy with worry. Devin wondered if his hearing was acting up again. It’s been fine for a longer than usual time. He should probably go to the clinic and get it checked out. Again. He’d always heard weird noises and sounds and sometimes even voices that nobody else seemed to hear. The docs told him nothing was wrong with his hearing and one had even urged that he speak to a psychologist about the voices in his head. Fuck that noise. Devin knew he wasn’t crazy like that one doc implied. He just sometimes heard whispers about not taking a certain route home that had him avoid a huge traffic accident or a low voice that told him to go back home and untangle the neighbour’s dog from its chain wrapped around its throat or a sharp, piercing noise that kept him from touching a live wire that was supposed to be dead, avoiding a possibly fatal shock.
His Grammy said he had The Knowing and had nodded sagely. She said she understood all about that because she had the same gift, too. She’d then had a rousing conversation with a potted violet so he didn’t take what she said seriously. He loved his Grammy, but she’d always been a little... special for as long as he’d known her.
Devin sighed and straightened. If there really was such a thing as this Knowing thing that his Grammy insisted he had, he’d have appreciated some kind of manual or instruction book. Or even some directions scrawled on a napkin on how to make it work so he could find the poor kitten and rescue it. Devin just knew the kitten’s mews were going to continue to haunt him until he found it and made things right for the kitten. He smiled a little when the stray thought that it would be adorable if it was a marmalade kitten with the same gorgeous crystal blue eyes like the one that’d been asleep on his chest after his evening with his cute little bookworm. He might just need to keep the kitten when he found it he thought with a grin.
A Very Handy Man
By Iron Dog
Where was that damn mewing coming from? He'd been hearing it nearly every day
for a week now. He'd checked all the usual suspects. Under the impossibly heavy
couch that took four burly football players to move, behind the dryers in the
laundry room. Hell, he'd even pressed his ear to the various walls of the residence
thinking the little trouble-maker had gotten in there via the loose duct cover
he kept meaning to fix but never got around to.
The sound was driving him crazy. It yanked on his heart strings, the plaintive,
lost and alone tone making him seriously consider taking a hammer to random spots
of the original lathe and plaster walls looking for the poor little waif. The historical
society would have kittens of their own if he did that and he preferred not to have to
deal with their melodramatics over a little damaged plaster that could be fixed easy
enough with a quick trip to Home Depot.
The mewing sounded again; a please help me call that made Devin's heart beat faster
and his palms sweat in sympathetic anxiety. He closed his eyes let his head thunk back
against the door frame he was leaning against. His whole world seemed to have been
turned topsy-turvy after that party. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to have been there.
There'd been the frantic phone call late in the evening, begging him to come fix a
hole and not say anything about it that some idiot had made in a wall during a party
that wasn't supposed to be happening. As the maintenance man for the school, it was
his job to fix things that got broken regardless of when that happened.
The party had been in full swing when he got there and the hole had been minor
enough that it could've waited until morning. The hugely dilated pupils of several of
the students clued Devin into why it was thought to be an earth shattering gaping maw
into the abyss when it was barely three inches across and bore a striking resemblance
to someone's fist. Having partaken of a little wacky tabacky in his misspent youth,
Devin wasn't one to judge.
The likely culprit had skedaddled with a guilty look as soon as Devin started on the patch job.One of the boys stayed behind to watch, his eyes as big as the others. He was a cute little thing.Strawberry blond and bookish looking even if there were no glasses present. He'd edged closer and closer as Devin worked until he was nearly hanging over his shoulder. One thing led to another and before he was really sure how it happened, he had the guy pressed up against the wall and his tongue down the blond’s throat.
He probably had a contact high from all the shit floating around even though he couldn’t detect any of the tell-tale smell of weed being vigorously smoked.
Devin remembered very clearly rocking both their worlds. He remembered dozing off in a sweaty, satisfied tangle of arms and legs. He remembered waking and wondering if his little bookworm would be up for round two only to find a lovely marmalade cat sleeping on his bare chest, tail tip quivering ever so slightly. His mystery lover was nowhere in sight and he didn’t even have a name to use to go looking for the guy. Devin’s disappointed sigh was heavy enough to wake the cat. It opened crystal blue eyes, gave him a startled look, and took off like a shot leaving long scratch marks across his chest and belly.
Devin tried to find the enticing guy around the campus but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He thought he saw the cat a few times but it was always from a distance. There were a lot of cats on the campus, part of some rescue and rehabilitation thing, he thought. He liked cats so having one almost always underfoot was fine with him.
But this desperate mewing of a lost kitten was driving him crazy with worry. Devin wondered if his hearing was acting up again. It’s been fine for a longer than usual time. He should probably go to the clinic and get it checked out. Again. He’d always heard weird noises and sounds and sometimes even voices that nobody else seemed to hear. The docs told him nothing was wrong with his hearing and one had even urged that he speak to a psychologist about the voices in his head. Fuck that noise. Devin knew he wasn’t crazy like that one doc implied. He just sometimes heard whispers about not taking a certain route home that had him avoid a huge traffic accident or a low voice that told him to go back home and untangle the neighbour’s dog from its chain wrapped around its throat or a sharp, piercing noise that kept him from touching a live wire that was supposed to be dead, avoiding a possibly fatal shock.
His Grammy said he had The Knowing and had nodded sagely. She said she understood all about that because she had the same gift, too. She’d then had a rousing conversation with a potted violet so he didn’t take what she said seriously. He loved his Grammy, but she’d always been a little... special for as long as he’d known her.
Devin sighed and straightened. If there really was such a thing as this Knowing thing that his Grammy insisted he had, he’d have appreciated some kind of manual or instruction book. Or even some directions scrawled on a napkin on how to make it work so he could find the poor kitten and rescue it. Devin just knew the kitten’s mews were going to continue to haunt him until he found it and made things right for the kitten. He smiled a little when the stray thought that it would be adorable if it was a marmalade kitten with the same gorgeous crystal blue eyes like the one that’d been asleep on his chest after his evening with his cute little bookworm. He might just need to keep the kitten when he found it he thought with a grin.