#she needs pastel eyes then she'll be fully finished

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

For writing prompt, maybe some more of Lucian x Peter with their new kitten (whose name I cannot for the life of me remember right now, ahhh)

YES! More kitty daughter time! :D

Warning: blood drinking

On with the fic!

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Lucian heard the loud, rapid jingling of a tiny bell, along with the quick pitter patter of paws. This was quickly followed by a loud 'HEY!' from Peter, which meant that Lucian needed to investigate things and make sure that Peter and Catmilla didn't get into some sort of fight.

Just because you had supernatural healing abilities, does not mean that a scratch from a cat doesn't hurt like a bitch.

He set aside his laptop and found Peter at his personal bar, pushing at the black cat's head, who was scrunched up in her attempt to get close to something. A sniff of the air told Lucian that the tacky-as-hell goblet made of red glass and gold on the counter had blood in it. Same with the coffee mug sitting next to it.

"Lucian!" Peter exclaimed when he spotted his boyfriend. "Help! She keeps trying to stick her face in my drink!"

Lucian just stared at the two before he approached the bar and picked up the little cat, who made a tiny meow when he did so. He looked at her in his arms, all dolled up once more in some pastel monstrosity of a sweater with a garish, gothy collar to go along with it. Lucian did not want to admit that Catmilla looked very cute in her little outfits, it would only encourage Peter. "You know that this is your fault, right?" He asked, looking at Peter who was trying to finish pouring the last of his microwaved pigs blood into the goblet.

"My fault? How so?" Peter frowned before sipping from the goblet. "I should drink this while sittin' in a throne with a cape, should I?"

"You are not getting a throne, nor do you need a cape. Capes get caught easily on things, and you have very little grace as is." Lucian replied, scratching under Milly's chin, hearing her purr. She was so easy to please, just like Peter. "And it's your fault because you gave her that bit of blood when you met her."

"She likes it!" Peter sniffed, then took another drink before grabbing for a bottle of some alcoholic drink and poured a splash of that into the goblet. "'sides, don't think I haven't noticed."

"Noticed what?"

"How you spoil her!"

Lucian raised an eyebrow and Peter rolled his eyes. "Babe, I'm fully aware that you give her a bit of blood as a treat when I'm not lookin'. Sometimes you forget to clean up afterwards."

The lycan glanced down at the cat in his arms, who was content to wiggle about, purring loudly, and be very cute. She was of no help, no defense. "Sometimes she deserves a little treat..." Lucian started and Peter grinned.

"HA! See? Even you think she should have it!"

"And now she wants to drink it every time you prepare it for yourself."

"Yeeeaaahhh, well, maybe I should just give her a little dish or somethin', have her leave me alone."

"Or we give her less."

Peter pouted, looking at Catmilla. "But then she'll just go and use those pretty eyes on me, and you know I'm weak for pretty eyes. I break so easily under your stare."

Lucian huffed and set the cat down, who moved to rub herself against his legs, then went to do the same to Peter. "My will is not as easy as yours to break."

"Bullshit, you can be worse than me. You like to call her Milly."

"I-I do not call her that."

Peter was grinning even more now, showing a bit of fang. "Oh yeah? Just this mornin' I heard you call her your little Milly when she came to visit you while you were gettin' dressed."

"I did no such thing, go and drink your blood out of that ridiculous cup."

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Catmilla is a fashion icon.

[zephyrnoodles]

My latest impulse project is almost done. I slapped some random skin & apparel on her and called it a day at 2 something am last night, but I really like how she turned out lol.

Still debating if I babfy her or keep her as an adult, but that decision can wait.