#december event

If last month, November, looked like an upset, this one is filled with expectations. This is magnified by the fifth house of Scorpio and the eleventh house of Taurus being intercepted. The planets contained within that interception is a stressful opposition between Mercury (21 Scorpio 08) and Uranus (29 Taurus 01). As Uranus is in its last legs of its seven year visit to Taurus, before it moves…

(Did the chance of the stupid "How do you do, fellow tikketytokkers" encounter drop or was I just lucky?)

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie pulls you along to a holiday pet adoption event during a winter walk, just to “look” but end up falling head over heels for a scrappy grey kitten with attitude. eddie names her ronnie, after dio, of course, and insists she’s the newest member of your chaotic little family.

warnings: nothing but fluff and soft eddie munson

It starts with a flier.

Eddie wasn’t planning on stopping. He was only dragging your mitten clad hand through town to get to the hot chocolate stand before they ran out of those tiny peppermint marshmallows he pretends not to like. But then he sees it, taped to the side of the lamp post like a cosmic sign from the gods of adorableness.

Holiday Pet Adoption! Bring home a forever friend this Christmas 🐾

He freezes. You walk two steps past before noticing he’s stopped. “What?” you ask, turning to find his face twisted in an expression that can only be described as contemplative chaos.

Eddie Munson wants a kitten.

He won’t admit it outright, no, he’s too proud for that. But you see the way his eyes sparkle when he reads the flier. The way his hand squeezes yours tighter. The way he softly murmurs, “Wouldn’t it be sick if our apartment had, like… a familiar? Like a little fuzzy sidekick or some shit”

You arch a brow, “So… you mean a cat”

He grins like a little gremlin caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “A Christmas cat”

The shelter is warm and smells like pine cleaner and kitten kibble. You’re greeted by a chorus of meows and a volunteer in an elf hat who directs you to the kitten room.

It’s tiny chaos in there.

Little furry bodies tumble over one another, climb scratching posts like tiny lions scaling mountains, and dart back and forth in zoomie blurs of fluff and squeaks. Eddie crouches down immediately, eyes wide as saucers, “I’ve been chosen” he whispers in awe, as a scruffy grey kitten launches onto his knee and immediately starts nibbling on his ring.

You? You’re already melting.

Eddie lets the kitten climb up his arm and nestle into the hood of his jacket like she owns him. He strokes behind her ears with the gentlest fingers, whispering things like “You’re metal as hell, aren’t you?” and “Gonna name you Ronnie. After Dio. Or maybe Nancy. You’re feisty”

You smile at him, heart practically puddling.

“She kinda looks like you” he muses, glancing up at you, “Like..if you were tiny, had whiskers, and bit me”

“I do bite you”

“Exactly”

That night, you walk home through the snow with a cardboard pet carrier swinging between you. Ronnie meows indignantly at every bump in the road. Eddie keeps peeking inside like a proud dad. He insists she’s cold and carefully zips his hoodie around the carrier to “keep her insulated like a burrito” You’re 80% sure it’s just an excuse to carry her against his chest.

By the time you reach your place, Ronnie’s already claimed the couch. Eddie makes her a bed out of one of his old band tees, then lays on the floor beside it like he’s guarding royalty.

You bring him a mug of cocoa. He takes it, then tugs you down beside him.

“I think she likes us” you murmur.

Eddie leans in, presses a kiss to your temple, “She better. She’s stuck with us now”

Ronnie meows loudly in agreement, or maybe protest, but neither of you care. You’re already picturing her with a little Santa hat. Eddie’s already plotting how to sneak her into Hellfire. And you? You’re just happy.

Snow falls softly outside. Your new little family purrs, cuddles, and curls up under the glow of Christmas lights.

And yeah, this might just be the start of the fluffiest chaos ever. But it’s yours. Together.

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Taglist: @gennemi @catmomstyles3 @dumbfxck00 @bad-wolf1991 @crimsoncircuit

PART ONE HERE

Decem-bring on the Stockings!

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