#cat!au

Catance

ANYWAY, Henry is albino! His family is all tabbies (the ginger tabby you see is Virginia, and the brown tabby biting his ear is Alice!) what tore his ear? idk I haven't decided yet, proooobably a bully or sum.

The little kitten hes holding is my boy 013 bc ofc I had to sneak him in lalalala also you may recognise some of the poses bc they're from the post from yesterday, I just lined and coloured.

I'm letting you all be happy before I start posting the art including Brenner 💙

literally 013:

Stiles has stumbled across a stray or street cat in Beacon Hills every now and again, but he’s never fallen victim to the cat distribution system before. He hears a noise out by the trash cans one night and bursts out the back door with his bat in hand, fully ready to fight off whatever feral animals or shirtless darn beautiful wolf men are rooting through his trash when there’s a feline chirp, and something furry darts past his legs and runs into his house.

He spends about two hours trying to get you out of his house unsuccessfully before he gives up and leaves out a plate with some cheerios, shredded cheese, tuna, and a bowl of skim milk, sets down some newspaper, and calls it a night (god bless this man he has NO experience with pets)

He calls Scott who would normally come over and help, but cats tend to… not be very fond of the whole werewolf thing. So Scott decides he’ll just drop off some pamphlets from the animal clinic about cats for Stiles at school tomorrow.

You LOVE annoying him. You love sitting on his books and papers only when he needs them for homework or supernatural research. You love hopping up on a tall shelf and knocking over little figurines and pens. You love annoying him just to cuddle up against him and rub on him and purr because he ALWAYS folds. Every single time.

He’s had to learn to live with it, with this furball that makes biscuits on his chest and stomach, sleeps on top of him every night, headbutts him affectionately and weaves around his legs just to try and trip him up. If he had a nickel for every time he had to stop you from eating plastic he would be so, so rich by now. 

You like Stiles. You like being his cat. And Stiles… weirdly likes having you around. 

Okay fine, he’d die for you. 

And now you’re just kind of waiting. You’re waiting for the most inconvenient moment - probably when he’s asleep - to shift into your human form and watch his face when he wakes up to a hot naked stranger blinking up at him with way too familiar eyes, and a little star wars print jingle bell collar around your neck.

"mrow" *rubs head against you*

Yea Jade is an orange cat

𝚌𝚊𝚝!b𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝!

it's been a very stressful day for you. instead of bothering cat!blade, you just went off to sulk in bed while he was off napping somewhere. tags: fluff, comfort . . . established relationship.

it didn't take long for your thoughts to spiral, and of course, now you're having a quiet, unexpected breakdown. sure, it might've felt childish, but you also knew that you just had a lot that needed to come out, one way or another. so, with your hand over your face and quiet sniffles and muffled sobs, you lay there, crying, your tears running down your cheeks and staining the pillow beneath you.

you weren't quite sure when or how, but you soon heard a quiet, heavy sigh, jolting you from your breakdown and prompting your hand to leave your face, your teary, red eyes widening as they landed on blade's figure. wordlessly, he crawled in bed, laying on you. despite the almost crushing weight of his impressive body, it felt oddly comforting, grounding, even.

"pet me."

was his simple command. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was just being needy and clingy-- but there was something in his eyes, a quiet intensity as he stared up at you from your chest, that you knew it was for your sake more than his.

sniffling and rubbing your eyes, you let your features soften as you run your fingers through his soft hair, the tears slowing as you lightly rubbed his scalp and scratched behind his cat ears that flicked with your touches. you could feel his tail lightly swatting against the exposed skin of your leg, his eyes closing as he burrowed his head a little more into your chest, purrs rumbling from his throat; a deep, soothing sound.

your mind blissfully clears, your body relaxes some more, your tears stopping and leaving only puffy eyes, stained tracks along your cheeks, and a dull ache in your head. but you barely registered any of it as you hug blade closer, to which he responds by tightening his grip around you.

he lifts his head a little, his crimson eyes staring into yours, his chin still resting on your chest. soft, tender strokes of his calloused fingers brush against your cheek and eyes, a far cry from the ruthless and brutal warrior blade could be.

"better?" he grunts, his voice low and softer than usual.

"yeah. thanks, blade..."

Bird watching through fogged windows. Head scratches and whispered confessions. Slow, understanding blinks. Soft steps against cold linoleum as coffee brews in the kitchen. Warm, cat hair-covered blankets. A loud "AW, FUCK!" that precedes the sound of clothes hitting the floor and a very annoyed meow.

It's been this way since they were born. Nick, Matt, and Chris are cursed to be a cat one moment, and human the next. They're not even sure what triggers it. They just know that they can't keep living like this. They need a forever home. (With you, hopefully.)

CAT!AU ──── a silly @toughguymatt AU* feat. the Sturniolo triplets, where they involuntarily transform into cats. Inspired by @ariestrxsh's post of the triplets as cats. *AU will only be written as blurbs/one-shots via asks