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bored-storyteller · 3 years ago

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Hello! I remember you said you could write for Sally Face even though it's not on your list (if I dreamed of it, excuse me 🙏), since you still look like you're in the fandom... How about the #4 of the prompt list with Sally Face? If you do not write for him I apologize 😭

Hello dear Anon! Yes, Sally Face maybe is the video game I'm most fond of, I can write for him, I just don't always feel like making the requests that come to me about this game. But don't worry! Asking is always fine! Thanks for the request!

P.s. This is more fluff than angst I think, I apologize, is that there is already a lot of angst for him

73- Sally Face, Sal Fisher x Reader

From the prompt list

4- “Do you know what it’s like?”

Gizmo's purr lazily fills the silence in the room, the big cat is taking his ration of free pampering perched in your boyfriend's lap.

His fingers glide absently on the white and tawny fur of the half-asleep feline, while behind his mask you catch nothing but an absent gaze directed at the void between his knees.

By now that beautiful sky-colored eye of his communicates with you without the need for words, and you see how much it seems dull and lost, so much so that it appears almost glass like the one on the right.

Sal is always so sweet and so strong. He has so much weight on his shoulders, yet you always see him accepting everyone else's too. He never complains, he doesn't fidget, and he doesn't scream, not even when he gets angry, and if he does he apologizes as if he's at fault.

You love him, you really love him. You feel it in your guts, especially now, that he is like this.

You don't really know what's troubling him, yet you see how sad he is. His shoulders are bent slightly forward, and his blue hair slips free, covering even more of his usual mask.

Even though you know you are free with him, you are terribly afraid of hurting him. You're afraid of saying something too much, something he doesn't deserve.

As you leave the book you were reading by your side, you try to remember when Sal began to wither.

You noticed it after the last outing you did with the others, but you have no idea if those thoughts that seem to be spinning in his head were already floating around before, and you curse yourself for being so inattentive towards him.

"Give me space Gizmo" you mutter with a playful pout, picking up the lazy cat to move it a little further "I want the cuddles too."

Sal just cooes as his hands remain motionless, letting you nestle your head in his lap.

Once you are comfortable in your new nest, his fingers gently touch your forehead, while you are busy trying to come to terms with the big cat who insists on trying to stay on his master's lap too, at the cost to sit on your face.

“Come on Gizmo. Let me be a little jealous every now and then. " You snort, pushing the royal furry butt away from your nose.

"Are you jealous?" Sal's question is surmounted by the meow of the fake tiger who decides to snuggle in the hollow between your shoulder and your neck.

Your eyes roll up into his gaze and for a moment you don't know how to read that question. You feel him terribly serious, and in a way, you don't know where he is going.

"Yes ... I'm jealous of you ... that is ... is it normal I think?" You know that sincerity is always the best choice with him, but you still bite your tongue, wondering if you are giving the wrong idea.

His caresses have stopped while he silently looks at you, and you don't know what he's thinking, you don't know if you've unknowingly touched a nerve or if you just added a new thought to him.

"Why?" His question comes out as a surrendered sigh "You have no reason ... I say ... it is you who can make others love you, not me."

His words take your breath away for a moment.

"What are you saying…?" You murmur, as you raise a hand to touch his turquoise locks "you know how to make yourself loved even by those who don't even know how to love ..." you whisper softly, yet you don't seem to convince him.

His sigh becomes more impressive in the rumble of his mask, and you look at him patiently, while his hands undo the hooks that block it to his face.

Few people know what lies behind that prosthesis, and it hardly ever happens that he leaves himself so spontaneously in the sight of others. It's because it's you, you know, and it flatters you, yet something so immediate still surprises you.

You believe that his face is something magical, because no matter how grotesque it is, how almost you could say that there is no face, but you love it, you loved it from the first moment you saw it. Maybe because you were already in love with him.

"You were beautiful that night." His words still confuse you, and you force yourself to accept the idea of having entered a minefield. So you were right, was it your last outing that upset him?

"Sal ..." you get up, and now even Gizmo has realized he has to leave space for you, moving to the next pillow.

He doesn't look at you, his eyes are closed, but he continues to keep himself completely exposed to you.

"I really mean it. You are always beautiful to me, but that night ... that night you felt beautiful too, didn't you? You were, you really were, and ... "his shoulders give way a little further forward, as if he were about to collapse under an invisible weight. "And if you hadn't been with me, someone would have come to you. Maybe he would have offered you a drink and then ... "

Your lips part for a few seconds, looking for something to say, but you really don't know what ground you're walking on.

"I'm not really beautiful Sal, I'm just-"

"A normal person. What else do you want?" His abrupt interruption silences you.

In a moment his eye is on you again, alarmed: “Sorry. I'm so sorry. Forgive me, I didn't mean to be bad. "He whispers softly.

Sal Fisher, always so attentive to others even in his moments of despair.

"Only that ... you ... do you know what it’s like? To be like that…"

His voice just trembles, and you forget to breathe. You would like to remove all doubts and insecurities from him, but you cannot do it.

"No ... no Sal, I don't know ..."

"That's okay ..." he murmurs, trying to console the guilt of your tone "I don't know what it is like to be you either, but ... it can't be so pleasant to kiss bare teeth ... right? It must not be pleasant to feel this dead flesh against your skin, and it must not be pleasant to wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and find this monster a few inches from your face ... I just think ... I just think you should know that you can certainly find someone else ... someone else other than me. "

You have always admired him, also for all the strength he has to live with that weight - one of many - that he carries with him. Perhaps subconsciously he has always found a way to make his flaws simply characteristics, his style. With or without his ponytails, Sal was always recognizable and, in a sense, charismatic.

But you know that even if he is so strong, so resilient, the weight does not disappear.

"Sally Face ..." you murmur softly, as you move your legs to be able to sit astride his lap.

"You know ... I've always looked for many things from life." Your fingers casually play with his tufts of hair "And I swear to you I never thought I'd find what's really essential to me right here."

Your palms rest gently on his rib cage as his slowly brush your hips.

"You might find someone different from me too, Sally Face, but I don't want you to, please." You just smile "Also because ... after a nightmare you are the first thing I look for, and when I find you ..." leaning forward you are greeted by the loving arms of your boyfriend, while you take refuge in his chest, snuggling up to his heart "I do this, and I stay listening to you until I fall asleep again. When you sleep peacefully you never notice, but you always welcome me. "

Curled up there on his chest like now, you have no idea what's in Sal's eyes. All you see are a few blue locks of him falling over your cheeks, while he lets you relax under his chin.

His silence leaves you on alert, and even if you don't move, you look for any clues that might tell you something about his emotions.

A slight tremor in his chest and a restrained sob from him make your heart tremble, but his slowly calming beat just makes you snuggle closer to his body.

"I-" he starts off lightly, but then stops immediately, and when he resumes, you're sure he's changed the subject, but it doesn't matter anymore. "Am I such a heavy sleeper?" He asks, with a shivering chuckle amid the slight gasps of silent tears.

You laugh lightly as you lift yourself up to look at him. In your hands, his cheeks are rough and wet, but even as tears flow from his eyes, he doesn't look agitated or hurt.

"Well, you recover the sleep that all your nightmares take away from you."

Your fingers slide gently under his eyelids to collect his tears. You don't ask him why he cries; you know that in his chest he has a reservoir where he keeps all his emotions and, every now and then, they pretend to come out.

"Wake me up next time you have a nightmare, you're always there when I have mine."

You smile softly as you rest your forehead against him. You wouldn't change him for the world.

"For once, let me take care of you Sal."

His sigh hits your nose as he snuggles a little more against you. Calmly it seems that he can channel his emotions into a single torrent.

"Take care of me?" He murmurs against your lips “How about picking up the phone and ordering a pizza for the two of us? It would make me very, very happy. "

Your cheerful laugh fills the room, while your lips touch what remains of his: "And the ice cream?"

"And the ice cream." He confirms as he accepts your sweet kiss.

There seems to be a long night of pampering with Sal and Gizmo ahead of you, what more could you ask for?

You gently kiss his cheek one last time, before getting up in search of the device to order your dinner.

"Hey ..." before you're too far away, your hand is lovingly held by Sal's "I don't want anyone else next to me."

Your eyes dive into him for a moment, and what you find is nothing but a clear and sincere sky that takes your breath away every time it lands on you.

"Me neither. I wouldn't want anyone else even for a single day of my existence. "

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pennyl4n3 · 3 years ago

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The Pool

*Taking a deep breath*

Well well well, this is my first fanfic (or should I say second or third? Btw, this one came to a conclusion) and I've never been much into writing, but Duskwood and all of you fantastic people in the fandom here brought me to this. I hope you like it, and of course I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Pairing: Jake x MC

Contents: Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Romance

It had been three months since his last contact with her. He'd had to disappear from the radar, the government breathing down his neck. Every day he fought the urge to write to her; he couldn't risk putting her in danger. He couldn't even risk reading her conversations at the moment, so he was as blind as she was.

He didn't know where she was, if she was okay, if she was mad at him, though after all this time he imagined she was. The last time they had written to each other she was in Duskwood and he had every intention of finally catching up with her. Things hadn't gone as planned unfortunately, and the deal he was trying to make with the government had fallen through, forcing him to become a fugitive again.

He was exhausted, he was free and yet he felt imprisoned in an endless loop. Ever since he had met her he had realized how heavy his condition was to bear, how much he missed talking to someone in person, how much he longed to get out without having to disguise himself. He wanted to move, to run, to be outside, and above all else he wanted to run to her, and hold her, look into her eyes, tell her in his voice how much he missed her.

While he was lost in these thoughts he scrolled through their last conversations, rereading every word and every comma. At one point he found the conversation in which they had talked about one of MC's great passions, swimming. He barely knew how to float, he had never had a chance to learn it as a child, and on that occasion he had promised himself he would try it someday. MC had told him about a public pool in her hometown that was easy to get into at night through a gate with a broken lock. She had gone there many times, when she needed to relieve her nerves and to be alone. Suddenly Jake felt the urge to see that pool, and set about finding it. Amazingly it was a couple of blocks from where he was hiding, the next step was to check the security cams near the building and along the way. He could do it without too much difficulty, and he really needed to get some air and some purpose, so he slipped on his sweatshirt, pulled on his hood and mask, and set off.

He arrived within minutes, constantly looking around. The streets were practically empty, but caution was never too much. The pool was a low building, all on one level. Mentally following MC's directions he managed to find the little gate, behind some bushes. It was still broken, unbelievable. Curiosity was stronger than him and he continued towards the entrance. His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he went down the few steps that led directly to the pool floor, the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils. Even though it was night he could see almost all of the interior well, thanks to the huge windows that almost reached the ceiling and let in the illumination of the street lamps, just as MC had told him.

He sat on the steps and stayed there for a while, lost in his imagination, even though he had never seen MC, enjoying that moment of peace, and trying to imagine her doing something that made her feel good...

A noise outside startled him, he ran off the steps and flattened himself against the wall. He waited in silence, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat, his eye searching for possible alternatives escape routes. another metallic noise, and the angry meows of two cats fighting each other. Jake breathed a sigh of relief but waited vigilantly for a while longer before heading for the exit with shaking legs. When he returned to his shelter, he promised himself he would never try it again, but that was not to be. He returned there two more nights, until he decided to get a swimsuit and try swimming.

And so Jake found himself inside the pool, scared and unsure at first, but after a few minutes he began to feel the benefit of being in the water, the lightness provided by its support. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he continued to go there as many nights as he could. He would return to his hut tired but satisfied, and he could even get a decent night's sleep.

One evening he was trying to swim as usual when he heard a female voice saying jokingly, "well, I thought I was the only one who knew this place, but apparently not." Jake froze, almost having a heart attack. He was in the water, there was no way to escape. He drew a deep breath, thinking that it was anyway dark enough, and that his features weren't clearly visible, and decided to try not to look too suspicious. "Yeah, apparently not" he replied, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl smiled, or so it seemed to him, and continued, "I guess you like to be here alone, just like I usually do, but I could really use a swim tonight. I'll go in the back lane, I swear I won't bother you. Is that okay?" "O-oh yeah, yeah, go ahead," Jake mumbled, trying to hide his face as much as possible, and stood watching her as she made her way to the other side of the pool, still shocked that there was another human being in the same room as him. He realized that he was staring in her direction, and decided to start swimming again. After a while he stopped, out of breath and with tired arms, and saw that the girl instead was still swimming, at a brisk pace, and giving no sign of wanting to stop. He got out of the water and sat on the steps, wrapped in his towel, trying to catch his breath. Watching her was hypnotic, she moved with fluid movements, slow and steady. He wondered if MC swam like that too. How he wished he could have written to her to tell her he was swimming, or at least trying to, and to thank her for letting him discover this wonderful new experience as well. Since he had met her, his life had taken on a new light, where before only greyness and despair reigned.

His phone made a sound, bringing him back to reality. It was time to go home. He dressed quickly and headed for the exit, he didn't want to interrupt the girl's concentration, and he didn't intend to introduce himself, so better that way. Once back at the shelter he went back to work on his laptop, while eating a sandwich. Concentration continued to leave him that night, however, as the encounter with the stranger had brought him back to MC in a big way.

He returned to the pool the next evening, yearning to tire himself out and find some peace of mind. Once he got to the door he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he carefully pushed his way across the threshold, trying to figure out who was there and was relieved to see that it was again the girl he met the night before. He walked over to his side of the pool and removed his clothes as he cast furtive glances at her. He dove into the water and began to swim, trying to focus on his breathing, which was the part he struggled with the most. When he emerged with bated breath, he saw the girl standing at the edge of the pool and winced. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. I've been watching you swim and I thought I could give you a few tips, if you don't mind" Jake was so amazed and scared that for a few seconds he could only stare at her with his mouth open. "I-I...I don't.... " she giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders "Ok, look, I didn't mean to embarrass you...I'm going back to my lane. If you want it you know you can ask it okay?" And she turned to go back to her lane. "Wait. Yes, please I will gladly accept your help." Jake said. She retraced her steps and squatted down beside the edge of the pool with a smile on her face. "So, first let's start with your upper body, I've noticed that you move it a lot between strokes and that wastes your energy and breath. Try to stand up straighter, your arms and legs do most of the work. Then, every time you pull your arm forward, you can inhale if you feel the need to, and slowly you'll find yourself pulling two strokes, then three, and so on, but don't be in a hurry. If you take care of your technique well, managing your breath will already be easier." Jake was focused on her words and nodded, before turning around and trying again. Following her advice actually felt like he was already doing better. A wave of satisfaction ran through him when he managed to do his usual laps without getting breathless. He emerged smiling and sat on the edge of the pool. She was still there and looked at him approvingly, then asked "Better now, isn't it? "Yes, thank you very much." He answered. "Thanks to you, I'm just back in town but I'm not having much contact with the rest of the world, helping you was a pleasure" "I... I understand, I didn't have much contact lately either". A slightly embarrassed silence fell between them. It was Jake's phone that broke it, by emitting an alarm tone. Jake got up quickly and headed for his bagpack. "I, uh, have to go now, thanks again for your help." She looked at him briefly, nodded, and stepped back. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. Well, good night then" and walked back to the pool. "Good night" he replied, and as soon as she turned around, he changed his wet swimsuit with dry clothes and headed quickly to the exit.

As he walked down the street, he wondered if he wasn't risking too much by going to the pool regularly, and by confiding in that unknown girl. He then decided that it would be better to avoid it for a while, even if it was with great regret.

Jake avoided the pool for a few days, but eventually decided to go back. He couldn't wait to get there. As he walked the short distance between his hiding place and the pool, he mentally savored the feel of the water, the smell of the chlorine, the relaxation it gave him to swim until his muscles ached. As always, he sneaked up on the hidden entrance, his senses all out to catch any suspicious movements or noises. That evening, however, he heard no suspicious noises as he entered the large room with the tanks, but a soft sobbing. He listened for a while, trying to distinguish where the crying was coming from. When he spotted the silhouette of the mysterious girl on the steps he felt a tug at his heart, and could not help but go near her.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he said softly.

She looked up with a jolt, and when she recognized him she answered a little annoyed: "What do you think? No, everything is not okay." She immediately realized she had been abrupt, and added in a tone of apology, clutching her knees to her chest: "Sorry, I didn't think you would come, I haven't seen you here in a while and you caught me off guard..." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I guess I interrupted an intimate moment of yours. It's just that hearing you cry made me worried somehow." He replied to her as he blushed, realizing what he had just said. "I-I meant...well I mean, sorry if I m-maybe I embarrassed you, I should probably go and..." hinting back. "No, wait. Please stay. If it's not a problem for you of course. I don't really feel like being alone anymore." she said as she reached out a hand towards him and motioned for him to sit beside her. Jake was tense, the last thing he had expected that night was to find himself consoling the mysterious girl, but he certainly couldn't leave her there alone, she had always been very kind to him and he was sincerely sorry to see her sad. He exhaled a deep breath and went to sit next to her as he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his backpack and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I really appreciate it." For a while an awkward silence descended, during which they both stared at their hands. Suddenly she blurted out "You know, I'm worried about someone, that's why I was crying. I haven't heard from him in a while and I don't know what to think. I'm trying to move on, I promised him, and really, I'm trying so hard, but some days the weight of his absence is so hard to bear that I can barely get out of bed. Whatever I do the thought of him is with me. This is the only place I can find some peace, because swimming empties my mind b-but t-tonight..." her eyes glazed over again as she swallowed, trying to push back the tears. He had listened to her in silence until that moment, respecting her moment of venting, but when he realized she was about to cry again he felt he had to do something, so he passed his left arm behind her back and pulled her to him, gently holding her in an embrace. "I-I can understand it, you know? I promised one person I would move on too. But it's so hard. I want to call her, I want to write her, I want to know how she is doing, where she is...but every day I forbid myself to do that. And I know I owe it to her, because she doesn't deserve to keep feeling bad because of me and my mistakes and..." his voice faded away, as he realized that he was risking to say things he shouldn't have said, he recovered quickly trying to cut it short and not to let the tremor in his voice be heard "...and I understand you, that's it. I miss her so much too."

As they stood in silence, his heart running fast in his chest and he desperately looking for something else to say, he felt her draw back into his embrace and sigh. It felt good to have her in his arms, and feeling her calming down warmed his heart. It had been so long since Jake had touched anyone, not really talked to anyone, hardly remembered what it was like. A little later she said softly, "Thank you. For sharing a little piece of you with me. You don't need to talk about it if you don't feel like it, I understand. It's... " she stopped thoughtfully, "Complicated" finished Jake. "Yes, yes exactly! It's damn complicated. But knowing that someone can understand me makes me feel better." then she turned to him and drew a deep breath, then added, "Well, how about a swim? After all, this is what we both came for." Jake nodded and removed his arm from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up from the steps and walked over to the usual little corner where he used to change his clothes, while she headed to her pool lane and dove in. Once he slipped into his swimsuit, Jake entered cautiously, still pensive from that brief but intense exchange of confessions.

He slowly dived down to the bottom and stayed there for a while, still immersed in his thoughts. He had to stop those nightly outings. They were already dangerous in themselves, and now this unknown girl had been added, making him talk too freely. All of his inner alarms were telling him it was time to stop, and it was also time to change hiding places again, even though being so close to a place in MC's heart made him feel closer to her.

A movement to the side of his field of vision brought him out of his thoughts, and out of the pool as well. When he got to his feet he ran a hand over his eyes and pulled his hair back so he could see better, turning to face the source of the movement. He saw her in the aisle next to where he stood, staring at him. "A-are you ok?" said him in an uncertain voice. She giggled and replied, "I was going to ask you the same thing, you weren't coming up out of the water anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I scared you, I was just... well, reflecting." he replied. She stared at him intently, looking at his black hair, stuck to the sides of his face, and said tilting her head "It's weird you know? You remind me so much of him, the way you behave somehow, I can't actually explain it". Jake blushed and swallowed hard. "I'll take it as a compliment" he replied, and stepped out of the water. "I have to get back. I hope you feel better now." continued, while heading to the bag of dry clothes. She stood staring at him, wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with that confession. When she realised he was about to undress she turned around, blushing. She waited for a while and then sat down on the edge of the bath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks to you. Good night, stranger."

When he arrived to the hut, something alarmed him: some of the boards near the entrance were placed differently than he had left them. He quickly stepped into the shadows and took out his phone to check inside. Two men were sitting at his usual spot, peering at the screens. Jake was quick to slip back downstairs and to reach out his hiding place number two, three doors down. As soon as he was seated, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket and started the hidden cameras. The two men didn't seem to have any idea what they were looking at, and they didn't look like officers either, to be honest. Maybe two thieves? But what kind of thieves would break into an old warehouse with the windows covered by boards? What did they expect to find there? He carefully examined the video images from the cameras he had placed around the rest of the perimeter of the building and saw a couple of policemen in the back. "Fuck!" he whispered through his teeth. He prepared to format everything in the hiding place and stood vigilantly by, watching them alternately. The two intruders were probably hiding from the cops, and risked exposing him. He noticed that there was a car shop next door and decided to create a diversion. He quickly managed to hack into the shop's security system and set it to go off, so that the cops could be sent away. He then logged on to his workstation and simply brought up Nymos, some glitches and the words "intruders detected, defensive protocol activated" on the screens. It was more than enough to send the two of them running for the hills.

He sighed with relief, letting himself down on the makeshift mattress behind him. He stayed like that for a while as he listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, his adrenaline slowly subsiding, his breathing becoming regular. His stomach rumbled, so he reached into his bag and pulled out an energy bar. After an hour or so, he locked the entrance to the main hideout and went back the way he'd come: better stay there for the night. As he settled in for the night, streams of thoughts came over him. He realised that the idea of leaving MC hometown made him feel lost, even though she wasn't there, and it wasn't even certain that she would return. Still, he knew he had to leave, that evening's mishap was another proof of that. There wasn't much to think about really, he had to move again, maybe he'd come back later. He thought of the girl at the pool, of her pain, so familiar. How was it possible that love could always bring so much suffering? He drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head, and woke up restless.

The next morning Jake was almost done packing up all of his belongings and ready to go. He wondered if once he was settled into his new hiding place, he would find another pool where he could train undisturbed, so he set about identifying all the potential candidates. How he wished he could have told MC about this! As he scanned the pools and studied their surroundings it occurred to him that he could write her using a disposable phone before leaving. His hands began to shake at the mere thought of being able to write her again. Would she be happy to read it? Maybe she was angry with him. In their last conversation she had told him to at least let her know if he was alive as soon as he could. Before he could think about it too much longer, he stormed out of the room and headed for the first open store. Once he retrieved the disposable phone he went back to the spare hut and slipped into it with all his things. He turned on the phone and prepared it for use.

*??? is online*

Jake:Hello, MC.

Shortly after came the reply

*** MC is online ***

MC:Jake! Are you okay?

Jake:Yes MC, I'm fine. I apologize for not letting you hear from me again, it was too dangerous.

MC:That's okay, I'm so glad to read you now, I kept telling myself that you were definitely fine and that I shouldn't have written you, as promised

Jake felt his palms sweat.

Jake:You know, I've been going swimming lately. At night, on the sly. Your enthusiasm about it convinced me. You were so right MC, it can empty your mind. I wanted so hard to thank you for that.

MC:I went swimming recently too, at night, it kept me from going crazy. Maybe we swam at the same time

Jake: :)

Jake:And do you know where I was? The place you told me about. It was like I felt closer to you

MC squinted her eyes

MC:Jake... you don't mean that place with big windows almost to the ceiling,do you?

Jake:Yes, exactly that.

MC bursted in laugh and shaked her head in disbelief.

MC:And you didn't happen to meet someone? Like a really nice, kind girl who gave you lessons?

Jake felt his knees buckle and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Jake:You...

Jake:Was that you?

Butterflies were spreading through his stomach.

MC:So you hugged me the other night! I was crying just for you, and you were there, this is crazy!

MC:Where are you now?

His eyes widened.

Jake:MC me, I was going to leave the town, last night I found intruders in my shelter, it's not safe for me to be here anymore.

For a time that seemed eternal to him there was no sign of life on the other end of the phone.

Jake:MC...

MC:Don't you dare

MC:Don't you dare leaving again. You've been staying here for days, and even allowed yourself to go out almost every night, and you never wrote me anything. Now that we might meet you're starting this again.

MC:We met by accident Jake! Does that seem normal to you???

MC:I'll be waiting there tonight, you better come

***MC is offline***

Jake stared at the phone bewildered. He was terrified. He couldn't believe he had hugged MC the night before. And she was crying, because of him. She was right, he couldn't leave again.

That night he went to the pool, almost running. He sneaked up on the hidden entrance, holding his breath, and went to sit on the steps where he usually rested his backpack. A short time later he saw her walk in and head towards him. It seemed to him that his heart was about to explode. He stood up and walked over to her. They both found themselves running to cover the final distance that separated them. They hugged each other tightly, and stayed that way, without speaking for who knows how long. Neither of them wanted to untie the embrace, as if to do so meant to lose themselves again.

At the end MC pulled back a little to look him in the eyes, and said, "I was beginning to think this moment would never come" "And instead we found each other without even knowing it" he replied chuckling. She blushed and rose on tiptoe to give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go for a swim?" she told him with a mischievous grin. "Sure. I've been taking lessons" he replied as he began to undress.

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starlightsearches · 4 years ago

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Fences - Modern AU Neighbor! Hux

@aramanna asked: Neighbor!Hux fanfic? Your dog wanders into his yard and you start talking after clearing up the mishap?

Hey friend, thanks for the request! This is kind of a modern version of a post TROS Hux, where he’s a little healthier, I think. The reader is a teacher because I’m a self-indulgent bitch 🥰 Also, I’ve never seen Peter Rabbit, but reading this again I feel like this might just be Thomas McGregor. Let me know if I’m right, I guess 😂😂😂

Warnings: discussion of a family member passing away, mentions of hospice care, maybe language?

When Armitage Hux isn't working, eating, or sleeping, he is in his garden. Which, for him at least, was a lot like work. Even so, he found that it relaxes him; there was something about being outside in the evening light—watering his flowers, picking stray weeds—that made everything clearer. He never had space like this when he lived in the city, but now that he’s away from it all, taking care of this space; it’s made him a better lawyer. Whenever he’s stuck on a case, feeling like he's exhausted every possibility, a few moments with his hands in the soft soil helped him unearth the perfect solution to his problems.

And sometimes you were there, in your own backyard, of course. He wouldn't watch you—that would be wrong—but he couldn't help but notice you through the little gaps in the chain-link fence. Sometimes he found you in your hammock stretched between two trees at the back of your house, your legs the only part of you visible as you swayed in the breeze. Or occasionally you’d spread out a blanket on warm summer days, soaking in the sun as you read.

Every so often he'd get the wild idea that he might say something to you, before changing his mind, or losing his nerve. He hadn’t said more than a handful of words to you since you moved in next door a few months ago—only visiting your doorstep on the rare occasion that your mail was delivered to the wrong house, or he wanted to borrow a cup of flour, or he needed some milk. Lately he’s played with the idea of approaching you about replacing the fence that runs between your houses—a terribly ugly chain link fixture—but he’s been putting that conversation off for some time now, waiting for the right moment.

Today could be the day, though. It’s a quiet Saturday, the last rays of sunlight stretching over the thick green grass, the air alive with the smell of earth as the water trickles from his hose over his many flowers, the sound only interrupted by the occasional passing car.

Hux listens more closely when a new sound is added—the slam of your back door, and then a series of gleeful yips, but he doesn’t let himself turn around just yet, choosing instead to feign indifference for a few more moments. This is the real reason he’s been putting off the conversation about the fence. Your incredibly enthusiastic new puppy has given him twice the opportunity to spend time with you. If you could call it that.

He turns now, after what he thinks is an appropriate waiting period, and you catch his eye, offering him a slight wave, which he returns—with the hand not holding the hose, this time. You’re attention pulled away from him for a moment as you watch the little corgi zip around your small yard, but Hux keeps his eyes on you, appreciating the way you light up with laughter at the dog’s antics.

He could talk to you right now, if he wanted. Could strike up a conversation about something inane, like the weather, invite you over for a drink, or maybe dinner sometime. He doesn’t think you’re seeing anyone, after all—hasn’t noticed any overnight guests, hasn’t seen you picked up for any dates. But maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

Your door slams again, pulling him out of his fantasy world, and he turns back to see your yard left empty. Another missed opportunity. Hux doesn’t let himself feel too low about it; there’s always tomorrow.

He wakes early on Sunday morning—always awake before the sun rises—and that suits him just fine, padding through his empty house to the kitchen. Grey light streams in through the windows as the quiet morning sounds fill Hux’s ears: water boiling on the stove, the quiet rustle of cat food as he scoops some more into Millie’s bowl.

Where is Millicent? he wonders to himself—she normally sprints into the room at the first sign of her morning meal, but now he sees no sign of her. Hux wanders into the living room, eyes scanning the floor before he finds her by the sliding-glass door at the back of the house, her eyes watchful, tail swishing back and forth.

“What are you doing, Millie?” he asks, and she turns to look at him with her wide, intelligent eyes, offering him a soft meow in response. He really has to stop doing that, talking to his cat. It’s just another testament to the adverse side-effects of living alone. Millicent stays by the door, turning her eyes back to the glass, and eventually Hux caves, walking to the window, hoping to see something more interesting than a stray bird or squirrel.

Hux gasps as soon as he sees it, yanking open the sliding glass, not bothering to find shoes before he steps out onto the cool, wet grass—still damp from the early morning mist. A soft cry falls from his parted lips while he takes in the damage. His garden, it’s ruined.

He picks his way through the clods of dirt that litter the grass, trying to get a better look. There’s not a flower that’s been left undisturbed, every single one of them ripped from the dirt, mangled, crushed. Totally unsalvageable.

The headache that blossoms behind his eyes is all too familiar as it rears its ugly head. He thought he had left it behind with the Order—the unpleasant reminder that there’s so little he has control over, that something always goes wrong. Now it’s back with a vengeance.

Hux hears the little yip from the far side of the yard and turns to look, hoping to catch the culprit that had destroyed all his hard work. He sees the bushy little tail, wiggling as the intruder paws through the soft, brown earth, and he recognizes it immediately. His suspicions are confirmed when he turns the other way, notices the gap created at the bottom of the fence that separates your property from his.

The dog yelps when Hux grabs him and immediately begins to squirm, trying to get free, but Hux holds on tight, stomping back through the grass all the way to your front door, breathing hard. He knocks three times in loud, rapid succession, and he only has to wait for a moment before it opens.

As soon as Hux sees you, his anger vanishes, and a cacophony of other emotions takes its place. Embarrassment is first—you’re standing there in your pajamas, squinting into the first rays of sunlight peeking up over the houses across the street as you rub some leftover sleep from your eyes, and Hux just now realizes that he is also still in his sleepwear: an old t-shirt and some boxers, a ratty, blue robe thrown over his shoulders.

“Hello, Armitage,” you greet him with a smile, the sound of his name on your lips bringing a blush to his cheeks. You’ve always called him Armitage, ever since one of his stray bills had found its way into your mailbox, and he’s never had the courage to let you know nobody calls him by his first name. “Did you need someth-”

You gasp before you can finish, finally noticing the writhing little dog in his hands, and you reach for it immediately, pulling it in close to your chest. “Noodle!” Hux tries to process the exclamation before he realizes you’re still talking to the corgi—that must be his name. You turn your attention back to Hux and he pulls his robe closed over his pajamas, wrapping his arms over his chest. He needs to tell you about the fence, his garden. He can’t let himself get distracted.

You’re talking again before he gets the chance to formulate a sentence, holding the little dog against your hip like a baby, where he rests without wiggling, occasionally licking at your bare arm, looking up at you with his soft puppy eyes. “Thank you for bringing him back, I didn’t even realize he had gotten out of the yard,” you say, “I didn’t leave the gate open, did I?” Hux pauses, wondering how he should break the news to you. You still haven’t noticed the dirt covering the little demon’s paws, and you look at him with such innocence that for a moment, he thinks he should just leave and take care of the mess himself.

His silence says enough, your face falling when you first realize what it could mean. You look to the dog’s paws, then see the mud caking his fluffy little legs. “Oh no, he didn’t . . . “

“You should see for yourself.”

Hux watches as you take in the wreckage that was once his garden. You don’t say anything for a few minutes, just standing, staring. He had been so angry when he had first seen the carnage, but looking at it for a second time, he can’t find any of the leftover rage anywhere inside of him, especially not now, as he’s seeing it through your eyes. You look like you’re about to cry.

“I’ll pay for a new fence,” you say, turning to look at him with such urgent sadness, “and I’ll buy you new flowers. I’ll plant them all myself.”

“That’s- that’s not necessary,” Hux stutters out a response, looking away from you, back to the destroyed flower patch. He can’t stand to see you like this, so torn up over a silly garden, and with every passing moment he grows more and more sure that you’ll never want to speak to him again after this, if he doesn’t make things right. “It wasn’t your fault.”

You reach out to him, your grip firm where it rests on his arm. “Please,” you say, and you’re not just asking, you’re begging, “please, let me help. I can fix this.”

Hux looks down to the place where your hand rests against the arm of his robe, watches the way your fingers flex against him, and his heart softens, lifting his eyes to meet yours again. He gives you the smallest nod, watching as your face lights up with joy, relief, and for a moment, he finds himself feeling incredibly grateful for your silly, little dog.

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Hux looks back, as he wanders through the aisles of his favorite greenhouse, checking, once again, to make sure that you’re still following him before placing a few marigolds in the cart with a small cough. You had admitted pretty early on in your negotiations that you didn’t know much about gardening, but you had still insisted on helping, and Hux just couldn’t say no.

You’re easy to be around, he finds quickly, despite his nerves. He had been afraid that the rest of his day would be filled with awkward silences and stilted conversation, but words flow like water between you. You had spent the drive here telling him stories about your students, about what life was like before you moved, about the family and friends you left behind, and how much you missed them.

“Why’d you leave?” he asks absentmindedly, searching through the pansies for the healthiest of the bunch, his eyes searching for you again when you don’t immediately respond.

“My grandmother,” you begin, suddenly melancholy again, “I used to live with her every summer here. She left her house to me when she passed. I don’t know if you remember her.”

Hux thought back, easily conjuring the image of his old neighbor in his mind. She was a sweet lady who dropped off cookies to his porch when he first arrived at his new home, or occasionally asked him for help hanging a painting, carrying in her groceries. She had been the one who had found Millicent, when she was still a stray. He still remembers how sheepish she had looked, asking if he would take care of the little kitten while she found it a new home. I’d look after her myself, she had said, standing on his doorstep with the little orange bundle in her arms, but I’m not as young as I used to be.

“I remember her,” he says, and you smile again, “ but I didn’t know her that well.”

“She liked you-” you push the cart forward a little, nudging him with your shoulder as you pass, and the contact leaves him struggling for air, “I called her a lot, when she first started to get sick. She always talked about your flowers,” your voice grows thick, and you clear your throat, “she insisted that they put her hospice bed by the big window in the kitchen, so she could still see them whenever she wanted.”

You keep walking, steps a little more hurried now, maybe so he won’t see you tear up. Hux follows closely behind, still trying to process everything he had just learned. He could make sense of your reaction to the flowerbed fiasco now, why you had looked so distraught.

“She mentioned you,” Hux says, walking quickly to catch up with you, “now that I think about it. She’d tell me I’d have to stay for dinner some night, so I could meet her favorite grandchild.”

You laugh, your eyes lighting up in a way that makes his heart drop to his stomach. “That sounds like her; she was always quite the matchmaker,” you respond, before your eyes grow wide with embarrassment, and you realize what you’ve just said. Hux can feel his cheeks grow warm as well, and neither of you breathe, staring at each other in the middle of the aisle. He can scarcely let himself believe it, but it’s impossible to deny, the way you glance down at his lips, your own parting in response. Hux leans in, just slightly, just enough to feel the heat of your skin. He’s not sure if it’s your perfume or the air of the greenhouse, but everything smells like flowers, and desire, a heady scent that goes straight to his head as he watches you close the gap between his face and yours, your eyes still focused on his mouth, your breathing hard.

There’s a slight cough, and then a giggle, and you both turn at the same time, looking to the end of the aisle. Hux can feel his blush grow deeper when he sees the intruders, a group of girls—high school age, he thinks—watching you with wide eyes and mischievous grins.

“Sorry,” one of them says, and the other two break into fits of laughter again, “we were just trying to get through.” You move the cart out of the way good-naturedly as they move past, barely able to contain their laughter as they glide by.

You look at Hux again, but the moment is lost, to his dismay. You clear your throat, looking back at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “Is there anything else that we need?” you ask, and he scans the cart in front of you, absolutely overflowing with flowers.

“I think that’s it,” he says, turning back to you. “Let’s go.”

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Golden rays of sunlight pour in through every window in Hux’s kitchen, the warmth of the day just beginning to fade into a quiet, twilight-kissed evening. You’re resting against his kitchen counter, eyes wandering around the space, but Hux keeps his eyes on you as he pours some water into a glass. You’re glowing, he thinks, and it’s not just the sunset. Your eyes are brighter, skin glistening with sweat before you swipe the back of your arm over your forehead to collect the stray perspiration. A soft breeze blows in through the open windows, a breeze that smells like freshly-planted flowers and the first inklings of nightfall.

Hux hands you the glass, and you take it with a smile, drinking deeply. You had both worked through the heat of the day, side by side, planting and watering and cleaning, everything about it natural, easy. He had shown you how to remove the plants from their temporary pots, brush the soil from their roots—watched as you created small indentations in the new dirt, the gentle work of your hands, and he thought back to the greenhouse, and the smell of flowers and your skin.

You finish draining the glass, wiping away a stray droplet of water that travels down your neck before you catch it with your fingers. He moves in closer. He doesn’t want to lose this moment.

There’s a stray smudge of dirt on your cheek, and he brushes it away with the pad of his thumb, pulling his attention to you.

“Thank you, for this,” you whisper, and you smile at his confusion, “for letting me help. I would have felt really guilty if you had to do that all alone.”

“Don’t mention it,” Hux is thrumming, his heart a live-wire. Just being this close to you has filled him with fire—twin sunsets, one inside his chest and the other flooding through the windows.

“I’ll get the fence repaired, as well,” you set your glass down on the counter behind you before lifting yourself onto its surface, sitting with your legs dangling, leaning forward so you can look him directly in the eyes. “Or we can get it replaced, if you’d rather-”

It’s more than he can bear, this small talk, more than he can take to be so close to you and be forced to think of you being so far away, to have you anywhere but with him, in his kitchen, his garden, his bedroom. He kisses you before you can finish your thought, before he can think about being alone again while you’re on the other side of the fence—a whole life-time away.

“I don’t want to talk about fences anymore,” he mumbles against your lips, barely able to hear himself over the sound of your breathing, intoxicated by the feel of you. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms more tightly around his shoulders, and suddenly, fences are the furthest thing from his mind.

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randomlychaos · 4 years ago

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Obey Me: Adventures of Catan

An Obey Me AU story

Warning: thunder

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Chapter 3: Making a promise

"What are you all doing?"

Everyone in the studies knew who that voice belongs to. Behind all the brothers was a voice that meant trouble. Satan knew very well what will happen next, he knew who that was and knows what will happen and the poor little cat. Everyone slowly looked behind them and just like what they intended. Lucifer standing behind the others crossing his arms, he looks irritated. It felt as if a parent came in behind a child that was making trouble without knowing the parent was right there watching them.

Everyone was frighten and scared while being scolded by Lucifer. Satan hold the cat firmly in his arms like he was trying to defend it. Lucifer quickly glanced at each and every one of his younger brothers until his eyes landed on Satan. He saw him carry what he believes is a cat. As Lucifer was walking towards Satan, he ignored everyone else that was in his way. A chill ran through Satan's spine as Lucifer was walking towards him. He wasn't scare of Lucifer, he was scared of what he will do to the cat. As Lucifer finally got close to Satan, he make a mean glare at Satan. Satan glared back and tried his best to hold tightly around the little cat before Lucifer can even snatch it.

Everyone around them were scared, they didn't have anything to say nor wanted to say. They all stood there, watching what will happen between Lucifer and Satan. They waited before one of them would speak.

"Satan...."

Lucifer spoke while giving everyone besides Satan chills.

"Why do you have a cat I'm your arms."

Lucifer continues. Satan did not want to speak, he knew that whatever excuse he made will end up him having to leave the cat alone. Even if he tells him what has happen, it would make no sense. A cat randomly popped up in my room and ran away while everyone was trying to catch it. Like Lucifer will even believe that story. Lucifer will probably think that the story is nonsense and that Satan took a cat without Lucifer's knowing and accidentally loosing it inside the house.

Satan felt his wrath boil inside of him. He hated what would happen to the cat. He hated that he wasn't allowed to have a cat. He hated Lucifer and his stupid ban. He had to respond either way.

"I am protecting the cat."

Satan responded

"From whom?"

Lucifer asked.

"From you!"

Satan yelled but not very loud. The cat in his arms felt uncomfortable from the sudden yell and tried to leave Satan's arms. As the cat tried to escape and run away again, Lucifer took the cat from Satan's arms. Satan was about to protest by how he took the cat away from him until.

"What did I say about having pets? You are ban from ever having a cat ever again."

Lucifer scolded, and walked away with the cat.

"HEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"

Satan yelled as he ran towards Lucifer out of the studies.

Everyone else that were in the room were shocked. They all looked at eachother.

"What will happen to the cat?"

Asmo asked.

"I don't know, maybe let's see what Lucifer will do"

Levi said and so everyone walked away from the studies and walked to where Lucifer, Satan, and what cat are at.

They arrived at the entrance of the house. Satan looked angry, he couldn't do anything now that Lucifer had the cat in his hands. Lucifer opened the front door and placed the cat outside.

"THIS IS NOT FAIR, WHY CAN'T I HAVE A CAT?!"

Satan yelled at Lucifer.

"Because remember that time you flooded the whole house with cats?! I told you, you can only have one cat, how can you be responsible?"

Lucifer yelled back but not as loud as Satan was. The little cat meowed in question. A loud thunder can be heard from outside, it was about to rain soon.

"Don't tell me-"

Asmo spoke.

"He's gonna leave that poor thing out in the rain"

Mammon added.

As they started to whispering to eachother, it started to rain. As Lucifer was about to close the door, Satan yelled at him to stop.

"Please, I can take care of a cat. I promise that I will never try and get anymore cats. Just let me take care of that cat, I will be responsible for here on out and will be responsible for taking care of it."

Satan pleaded to Lucifer, he didn't want to plead at him but it was the only way for him to finally have a cat of his own. Even if he hated Lucifer right to the core, all he very wanted was to have a pet cat.

Lucifer turned around after hearing what Satan had to say. The cold air was lurking behind Lucifer. The sound and rain and thunder was the only thing that was heared from the silence. Lucifer heared Satan plead for a cat many times, but they were never this desperate as of right now. Lucifer still wouldn't want to let Satan have a pet. After that incident, it took many weeks and months to clear out the house and fix everything that the cats had broken. How can Satan be responsible now?

As the other brothers stared at Satan, they felt pity for him. They wanted to help out Satan so that he can have a pet cat. They were about the walk towards the two until they stopped at their tracks in shock. Satan was staring at Lucifer waiting for him to respond. That was until a small cloud was smoke formed behind Lucifer. Satan looked away and started at what was behind Lucifer and looked shocked.

Lucifer was confused as to why he was shocked, he looked behind him and saw a person. He was also shocked, there used to be a small cat and now there is a little child in the rain. He had the same color hair as satan and had orange yellow eyes. He looked sad as he was sitting in the rain while his hair got wet.

He started at Lucifer as if to tell him not to throw him away. Lucifer finally knew it was the cat seeing as how his hair was similar to the fur of the cat. Was this a special cat? How did it change into a different form? How did Satan have a cat that can transform? Lucifer questioned to himself.

After seeing the little thing trying to plead, Lucifer thought to himself. After thinking about it for some time he simply sighed and brought the kid back into the house. He closed the door and looked back at his brothers.

"Beel, bring me a towel."

Lucifer ordered. Beel nodded and walked away to find a towel. Satan looked at the child that he knew was the little cat and looked back at Lucifer confused. Everyone walked near Satan to hear what Lucifer was about to say.

"I hope that you will be happy, I am going to give you one last chance. You better take full responsibility I'm taking care of this... cat"

Lucifer spoke and looked back at the child. He started to shake. Beel came back with a towel and already knew that it was for. He brought the towel and wrapped it around the child so he can stay dry.

"I promise I will take full responsibility of the cat"

Satan spoke in a low voice. He glanced at the child when beel was wrapping his with a towel. The child started to walk near Satan then to the other brothers that were behind him.

"Aww, I want to take care of him too!"

Asmo said. The other agreed and they saw how small and cute the child was. Lucifer looked at the other brothers as they stared at awe of the small child. Lucifer wanted to sigh again as they kept looking at the child.

"You all are also responsible for taking care of this cat child. He will also be...your new brother"

Lucifer spoke to the rest of the brothers as he lowered his voice at the last sentence he said. The others cheered and started to play with their new brother/pet. Although Lucifer just wanted him to be a pet, he is also going to be a new member of the family. Even more brothers to deal with.

"Yare yare..."

Lucifer groaned.

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Thank you everyone for liking the story so far. I am very glad that you enjoyed the other two chapter and will hope you also liked this one too.

Have a wonderful day everyone. (^_^)

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statticscribbles · 4 years ago

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Kitten

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader; Sweet Pea finds an injured cat and brings it to the vet

Sweet Pea hates himself sometimes. This is not one of those times. He’s careful with the kitten, almost nervously holding it. It doesn’t mew anymore and he’s worried, it was tiny, so small he could hold it in his hands and he’s not really sure how big they’re supposed to be. It’s bleeding from its nose, or was at some point because there’s a line of blood on it from it’s nose like it had a nose bleed and now he’s wondering if cats can get nose bleeds like people. But the way it just blinked at him and mewed; not even putting up a fight when he picked it up. He knows something is wrong; so he brings it to the vet across town.

It seems the kitten does not like being moved from the warm spot between his arm and chest and when he tries to get a better look at it, it claws him across the face. It stings a little, it’s more a hit to his pride; especially when he spots you in the vet’s office.

You’re surprised to hear someone knocking on the glass. Most people knew the emergency vet’s number and know that you’re only an intern so you can’t actually help with any medical problems their pet has. Still you unlock the door, watching the boy, he’s around your age and you freeze up a little, the black leather jacket marking him as a Southside Serpent. Besides Hot Dog you weren’t aware of any of them having pets. Still you nod to him, trying not to laugh at the scratch on his face.

“I didn’t know what to do, I mean can cats even get nosebleeds? He was so small and i dont think they’re supposed to be this small and then he scratched me when I tried to move. Oh my god is it even a boy???” He sounds increasingly more panicked so you put a hand on his arm and hum slightly to get his attention.

“Who did you bring in?”

“A stray cat, just a little one; i found him when i left… when i left work. And he’s so small. Is it a boy? Will he be okay?”

“Well first of he, is a he. And he should be okay, he seems a little thirsty and hungry, the bump on his nose just looks like he fell, maybe from a short window?”

“Okay so what do you need to do..”

“Well-” Sweet Pea pulls the kitten towards him and you look to see Victoria, the dog you’re looking after moving towards all the noise.

“It’s just Victoria, she’s the reason I’m here; she needs round the clock monitoring so I volunteered for the weekend night shifts.” The kitten meows at you and you pick it up, wrapping it loosely into a blanket and putting a plate of wet food in front of it.

“Oh, sorry to barge in then.”

“No it’s okay, she’s mostly healed up, it’s a just in case measure, plus it looks really good on college applications. Now; let’s see what we can do for that scrape on your face.” You grin at him and he sits on the stool you pull out nervously waiting for you to clean the cut on his cheek.

He comes back the next day; to check on the kitten and you happily show him how little Snake is doing. He laughs at the name you’ve given him and you can tell he’s trying to fight the urge to pick up the kitten and run. He offers to buy you lunch at Pop’s and you accept, it ends up being a five am breakfast because you have to keep an eye on Victoria, but neither of you mind.

”So what’s going to happen to snake, to the kitten..” he asks, after a week of visiting.

“Well once he’s a little bigger he’ll be taken to the pound.”

“The pound, where they kill animals?”

“Well yes; although as a kitten he’ll be adopted in no time; unlike Victoria.” You miss how Sweet Pea looks pained.

“She’s not your dog?”

“Oh no; she got hit by a car, and the family we found through her microchip didn’t want her back; so she’ll be going to the pound as well; not likely for her to make it out with a family.” You smile sadly and Sweet Pea offers to buy you a shake stating he can’t bare to see you so sad. He pets Victoria and you don’t bother telling him she’s going to the pound tomorrow.

When you get into the vets office both Snake the kitten and Victoria are gone.

“What wrong Y/N?” Sweet Pea asks, he’d offered to get you lunch again and you’re dangling a cheese fry in your fingers.

“Victoria and the kitten are gone.”

“Oh, to the pound?”

“Yeah, I thought i’d have the rest of the day to spend with them.. To say goodbye.”

“I’m really sorry about that; how about you say hello to them later?”

“I guess; assuming they don’t just put Victoria down.” You slump sadly and Sweet Pea sighs.

“You want to come over to mine for a movie night? Me and my friends do it on Fridays usually, but I can get them in mine if you want some cheering up.” You agree, surprised at how kind Sweet pea is being despite having known you for only a few weeks.

”So Y/N, these are my friends.” He grins swinging the trailer door opening and laughing when you shriek, Victoria wagging her tail and Snake asleep on a pillow.

“What are they doing here?”

“They didn’t go to the pound, after your shift ended I went back and adopted them; I didn’t want either of them to be stuck in there; seeing you happy is a huge bonus.” he grins as you smile back at him.

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pixieungerstories · 4 years ago

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Captive - 9

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The sound of someone pounding on the door was less than an ideal way to be awoken. As was the kitten, who had up to that point had been curled up behind her knees, screeching and bolting. Elly glanced at her watch, she had managed maybe four hours of sleep. The person on the other side of the door pounded again. Groaning, Ellly got to her feet, stomped over to the shop door and wrenched it open.

“What?!”

The church ladies were clearly taken aback by her tone. They stared at her in stunned horror.

“The sign says we’re closed for the day.” Elly announced.

“I just need-” Posy started to say, but Elly interrupted.

“You need to come back tomorrow.”

Posy narrowed her eyes, “I could just as easily order my yarn off the internet instead, you know!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Elly replied sadly. “Good day then.” She then closed the door on the women’s shocked faces. She leaned against the door for a minute and groaned before rallying the strength to head upstairs. On her way she nearly tripped over the reappeared kitten.

“Jesus, cat! Learn some self preservation!” Elly scolded as she scooped up the tiny thing. The kitten clamored up her arm to her shoulder and settled in for the trek upstairs. Elly tried to remember where she had stored Mitten’s cat stuff. In all likelihood she probably gave it away when she figured her cat had been eaten...Well she’d need to take the kitten for vaccinations anyways. She could pick up whatever she needed then. First thing on the list, a bell collar.

Well, that could be second. The first thing she needed was a name. Elly wondered for a moment if George would want any say in that. The thought could wait. First she needed a nap, or possibly a whole lot of coffee. Likely both.

Ben was just staggering out of the spare room when Elly got back to her apartment. “Shit, boss, I am late getting started this morning.”

Elly sighed, “We are closed today. How are you feeling?”

Ben shrugged, then rubbed his bleary eyes, “Slightly hung over, possible still a little drunk, and baffled that you have a dragon living in your basement.” He looked at her face and frowned, “Did you sleep last night?”

Elly shook her head again, “Not really. I napped.”

Ben winced, “Was that my fault?”

Elly shook her head again, “I was up too late and started getting creeped out by the sounds of the house settling.” Ben really did look awful. “Right!” she announced, making him wince again. “Big glass of water, a couple of aspirin and back to bed.”

Bean groaned, “I would roll my eyes at you except that they feel like they might fall out of my head if I tried.”

Elly snickered under her breath and went to the kitchen for a glass.

“So tell me about George.”

She froze. This was awkward. “I think you should ask him about him. Carefully. I don’t want to offend the dragon in my basement and neither do you.” She filled the glass with water and handed it to him. As Ben drank the water she pulled the aspirin out of the spice drawer.

“Does he breath fire?” he asked, lightly, trying to make a joke.

Elly pursed her lips as she considered that. “More like belches fire, but he can adjust his body temperature to heat the building.”

“You are fucking kidding me!” His eyes went wide as Elly shook her head. “Holy shit.” It was said reverentially, whispered almost like a prayer. Ben took two steps to the left and sat heavily in one of the kitchen chairs.

Elly gave him a sympathetic look. “I am honestly unsure if this conversation would be better once you are sober. It could turn out to be worse.” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “Are you planning on quitting?”

“Why would I quit?” Ben asked with a frown.

Elly frowned right back at him. “Because there is a dragon in the basement. And if you tell anyone, they will just think you’re delusional.”

Ben considered this. “You won’t. Think I’m insane, I mean.”

“I’m not really the best judge of sane, Ben.” She sounded sad when she said it.

There was a long moment of tension before the kitten stropped up against Ben’s leg, causing him to curse and stand up fast enough to knock over his chair. It hit the ground with a clatter and the kitten bolted.

“Was that Muffin?” he mumbled, looking sheepish as he picked up the chair.

Elly frowned, “You mean Mittens? No. George brought it home last night.”

“Like a present? That’s sweet.” After a moment, Ben added “And a little weird. Where did George get a kitten?”

“He said someone killed its mom and littermates. He was vague on the details and I didn’t push. He would have told me if he wanted me to know.”

Ben shivered, “Yeah. I was picking up my spice delivery at the post office last week and overheard the Debbie from the pound saying it was less killing cats and more a plaque of cat mutilations.”

Elly went very still. When Ben finally looked up and met her eyes, she whispered, “Are we talking disemboweling here?”

Ben blinked and stared at her in horror before nodding. “How did you know that?”

Elly spun on her heels and fussed at the sink, giving it a wipe before putting the kettle on the hob. “George was unusually circumspect about what had happened. I couldn’t figure out why, he isn’t usually shy.”

Ben snorted, “I can see that about him.” He watched her face, it was easy to see the wheels turning, but he couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. “If someone is hunting cats, it might be safer to take … um. . . her? Or him? Whatever, take the kitten to a vet a couple of towns over. If you are keeping it, I mean.”

Elly gave him a puzzled look, “Of course I’m keeping it.”

Ben fought a smirk, “You sure? Have you named it yet?”

Elly considered this. “Nyx, goddess of night.”

Ben snicked, “Really? What if its a boy?”

Elly rolled her eyes, “Ben, I’m not going to enforce gender roles on a kitten.”

Ben just shook his head. “Fine, but when we go to the vet, you get to drive.”

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The vet proclaimed Nyx to seem perfectly healthy and old enough for vaccination and FIV testing. They booked her in for a spay in two weeks. Next stop was the pet store.

Ben picked out an adjustable purple collar and neoprene cat harness. Elly gave him a look. “What? You can harness train cats it you get them young enough. I follow Suki Cat on instagram!”

Elly blinked, “Huh. I never would have picked you for a cat person.”

He smirked, “Stupid cat videos is what the internet is for.”

“Really? Because I suspect most people would say porn,” Elly teased, then was surprised when he blushed. She managed to fight the urge to comment on that, and while she was wrestling with her morals, Ben left to go look at cat carriers. Nyx meowed and tightened her tiny claws into Elly’s shoulder where she was sitting.

“I’m sorry!” she blurted out. “That was rude.”

Ben just waved her away. “More unexpected. I haven’t seen that side of you. You are very, um, professional.” He didn’t make it sound like a compliment. When he realized she was frowning slightly, Ben flashed her a smile. “You are a great boss, Elly.”

Elly coughed, “I’m not actually your boss, you know.”

Ben blushed again. That was new. “Any preference on cat food?”

Realizing he was trying to change the subject, Elly turned to face with wall of food. “Wet food for cats. I’ve never had one do well on kibble.”

“Did, um, your other cats sit on your shoulder like that?”

“Nope, this is a first, but she seems to like it up there.”

They watched each other awkwardly for a moment. Elly broke first. “Ben? Are you OK?”

Ben quickly turned his head to the right and scoped out the litter boxes. “Ina wasn’t that fun to work with,” he admitted. “Most of the time you are. Weird, but fun. I’m starting to understand where the weird comes from. And now I know that too. How do you go through your day knowing something like that?”

Elly sighed. “Ben - Look, tell me about yeast.”

“What?”

Elly rubbed her eyes, making Nyx meow and dig her little claws into Elly’s sweater. “You told me that yeast for bread used to come from beer, then the beer yeast changed and there was a shortage, right?”

Ben frowned, “Yeah, brewers switched from top fermenting to bottom fermenting and that process didn’t make the byproduct that bakers use. But what does that have to do with George?”

“How many people do you think know that?”

“Elly! It doesn’t matter! People knowing or not knowing about yeast doesn’t actually matter!”

Elly just raised an eyebrow, “How does knowing about George matter? Yeast is way more practical on a day to day basis.” Ben stared at her like she was insane. Elly kept talking, “Most people, including me, would consider baking bread or spinning wool or knitting a weird and slightly esoteric hobby. George is just one more weird bit of trivia that you now know.”

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sero-sphere · 5 years ago

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Cat Daddy

[ You find a little cat on a late night walk home, Shinso helps you out and becomes your “Cat Daddy”]

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It was Thursday night, you had fallen asleep studying at the library when the sound of thunder woke you up.

“Great, now it’s raining.” you thought to yourself.

You packed your things and threw on your coat. You didnt even bring your umbrella with you. You had originally planned to be back to your room before the weather got this bad. Too late for that now.

You started the walk back to your dorm reluctanty.You had made it about half way when you heard a few meows. You stopped and listened for the sound. You followed it to a gutter area and peered down. It was so dark you couldn’t see anything. You listened closely. There it was again. You grabbed your cell phone and turned on the flashlight.

“Oh! There you are, you little thing!!”

“You are so pretty!! Can you come closer so I can get you out?” You said to the little grey kitten.

The thing just stayed where it was, making no attempt to help you get it out, mewing loudly all the while.

You were laying on the ground in the pouring rain getting soaked. You looked up and glanced around. You saw someone a little ways from you so you called out.

“Hey….hey!!! SHINSO? is that you. I need your help?!”

He glanced your way but continued on walking.

You huffed to yourself. “What a jerk. I cant believe he wont help me. This poor little thing. I’m gonna get you out ok little kitty.”

“Little kitty?” The tall purple haired boy was now suddenly standing straight behind you.

“Oh Shinso. I thought you were ignoring me."

“Well I was trying to but then my curiosity got the best of me and I wondered what you were doing in the gutter getting all wet” He responded with a smug grin on his face.

“I heard a little kitty down here, I’m too short, you’re bigger do you think you can get to it?“ You asked him, giving him the best pouty face you could muster.

“Hmm, let me see.” He handed you his umbrella as he kneeled next to the gutter. He motioned for you to hold your flashlight. He stuck his hand out and was able to grab the kitten by the scruff of its neck.

"Oh my god thank you! Poor thing was getting soaked.” You reached out to pet it.

He held the cat in his arms as he took his umbrella back. You were scratching its little head as it was purring.

You both started to head back to the dorms together, sharing his umbrella, and discussing how a tiny little kitten like this could have gotten down there in the first place. You made it to the common room with him as he set the cat down in his lap. Luckily it was pretty late and all your classmates were already in their rooms.

“Aww it’s a little girl. Thank you for helping me. I would have never been able to get her on my own.” You said to Shinso, you were surprised he actually helped you. Usually he avoided interactions like this

“No problem. I actually really like cats, so I’m glad I decided to stop.” His hand was up scratching at the back of his neck as he looked down at the purring little fuzzball.

“You can give her to me now so I can get her dried up…”

Before you could even respond Shinso cut you off “Uhm. No….”

“Why not? I found her?” You interjected defensively. You shot him a harsh look.

“Yeah but you couldn’t GET her. You just said it yourself if I wasnt there to help she’d still be in the gutter drowning.” He stared back at you unamusingly. “But…” You started to give him the sad puppy dog eyes. “But nothing.” He smirked.

“Besides, do you really think Aizawa sensei would let you keep her? I think I’d have a better chance winning him over.” “I guess soo…so give me your number” You said while shoving your phone in his face

“What why?” Shinso had one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Yeah, I get that you dont want any friends here or anything, but we just became this little kitties parents. Without me, you wouldnt have her, and vice versa, I wouldn’t have her without you. I’m not taking no for an answer.” You put you hands on your hips hoping this would convince him somehow.

It did. He put his number in and handed the phone back to you. He turned and started heading towards his room…

“Hey where are you going?” You broke out into a sprint after him.

“To dry her” he huffed back at you.

With a big grin on your face you looked him dead in the eyes and said. “I’m helping!”

“Fine.” he replied as he broke the eye contact and opened his door.

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You followed him into his room. It was pretty much exactly as you thought it would be. Slightly messy, blankets and pillows everywhere, books that were left open were haphazardly left about. Nothing too dangerous that the little kitty could get into.

He walked over to the closet and grabbed some towels. He threw one at you, while taking the other to dry the little cat now laying on his bed.

“You too. You’re soaked. I don’t want my room all wet.”

You dried yourselves and then watched as he grabbed the little kitty to cuddle. He laid down on his bed as you just stood there awkwardly looking at the two of them making themselves comfy.

“You can sit down you know…” he finally said.

“I know” you mumbled to yourself as you went and sat at the edge of his bed.

“We should probably get her a bed and stuff… Do you have like an old long sleeve shirt and a pillow….I can make a temporary one for tonight?” You said as you looked around his room for supplies.

He shot you a look, one that could only mean he didn’t really want you to rummage through all his stuff, and got up to look around in his closet.

The little kitty came over and rubbed herself against your arm. You were petting and scratching her all over when you were interrupted by a t-shirt landing on your head covering your face. It smelled really good if you were being honest. “I wonder if its his cologne, or his shampoo that smells like this?” you thought to yourself.

You made a make-shift little bed for your new furry friend as Shinso pulled out his laptop…

“We can look at stuff online and order it that way its here after class tomorrow.”

“Ok that’s a good idea.” You agreed.

“We’ll split the cost. 50/50?”

Shinso nodded. The two of you layed on your stomachs with the little cat between you both, while looking at all the cute cat things on the internet. Taking turns petting her.

“I like this bed! “ You said, pointing to a fuzzy pastel pink one with butterfly patterns.

“No that ones too pink.” Shinso shot that down real quick.

“Fine what about this one.” It was a black and grey plaid bed. Pretty plain but it matched the rest of his room so you figured he might like it. Shinso agreed. You watched as he added a collar to the cart without asking your opinion.

“Hey I thought we were doing this together.” You said while slapping his arm lightly.

“I never agreed to that.” Shinso was smirking at you while he rubbed his arm, acting like you actually hit him hard.

“Yet here we are!” you interrupted….

“I do like that collar though….we need to name her!” After bickering back and forth about the all the necessary supplies, you thought that would never happen.

“Well, after that I dont think we could ever agree on a name.”

Shinso laughed. “That’s because you’d probably pick cutesy little names that I wouldn’t like.”

“Hmm. Well how about we make a list of what we like and draw from a hat. That seems fair.” You glanced over at him making sure he was listening. You stood from the bed and and grabbed your coat to leave.

“I’ll write a list and you do one too…By tomorrow after class, I’ll come over to see all the stuff we bought and visit and we can decide then!”

“Is this going to be a daily thing? You coming over to visit….?” Shinso groaned, and rolled over on his back, throwing one arm over his eyes painstakingly.

“Well, we are parents now! What kind of mother would I be if I left you to be a single dad!” You said as you winked and left his room.

Once you shut the door and starting walking to your room, you unlocked your phone and brought up his contact info.

“Cat Daddy!!” You mumbled excitedly to yourself as you changed his name.

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rokutouxei · 5 years ago

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ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark theodorus van gogh/reader | gen | 2013

trying to get theo to like a cat? near impossible, right? not for you! + bonus: Arthur is an asshole 😊 | this is a crackfic leave me alone | [ao3]

“Calico? Calico, where are you?”

Cat brush in one hand and an old hand towel in another, you walk through the quiet hallways of the mansion trying to find the little kitten that had wandered into your life a week ago. You had just finished cleaning up after lunch, and you had a little bit of downtime before taking down the morning’s laundry—so you decided maybe you’d give her a little brush, maybe a little scrub down to get the dirt off her fur. After all, she needs to be clean, as she’d taken a habit out of sleeping next to you in your own bed (yes, in your own bed, where you had been banished to sleep whenever you felt like “choosing the cat over Theo”).

Calico, you called her, because of her tricolored coat. You asked Theo to give her a Dutch name, but with a scoff and narrowed eyes he refused to give her one. Not that you minded; a name could wait—and you already had a plan hatching in your mind on how you would get Theo to absolutely adore her to bits.

First things first though, you needed to find her.

“Calicoooo, where are—” you see a familiar face round a corner, his blue eyes reflecting a sort of mischievous contentment, a spring in his step. “Oh, Arthur. Just you.”

“Oh, darling, just me? That stings,” he jabs, but that smirk on his face. Classic Arthur. “Where’re you off to? A little adventure?”

“No, I’m looking for the kitten,” you say. “Leonardo and I left her with Lumiere earlier today in the library to play, but now she’s gone missing! I worry she’s walked out and off.”

“Aw, I’m sure she hasn’t,” Arthur says, awfully confident. “In fact, I did see her just now. Having the time of her life. Have you gone by Theo’s room?”

Theo’s room? To go looking for a cat? “Well, no, I hadn’t thought to look there.”

“You should, ‘cause I just saw the little furball right there.” Arthur ushers you closer to him, a conspiratorial smile on his face, and you take a step so he can whisper in your ear. “And just between you and me, you should probably gently enter the room. Don’t want to disturb whatever’s happening in there and spook the cat. Something interesting’s going on.”

“O-okay,” you say, and Arthur returns to his usual smug self. “Thank you for telling me, Arthur.”

“No problem, anything for our little miss,” he says, before tipping an invisible hat and walking towards the direction of his own room, the spring still in his step.

Now, in any other regular day, you would have taken the extra joy in Arthur’s countenance as a little more than just slightly suspicious. But you were really worried over where the little kitten had gone; so much so that it all went over your head. You do just as Arthur’s told, turning a hallway so you’re headed towards Theo’s room instead of the back garden, and hope she’s still where Arthur last saw her.

On your way to Theo’s room, your eyes pass over the gazebo lying in the garden, and your mind returns to that time last week when you’d found Calico.

You were in the garden looking for King—Theo’s dog—because you were going to take him out for a long-awaited walk. Old-style leash in one hand, you were shouting his name loudly, but the large golden retriever didn’t seem to want to show himself to you.

You’d gone around most of the garden without luck, until near the gazebo, you spotted his brown tail, wagging excitedly. He was crouched under some bushes, only a tiny bit of his rear end and his tail visible from where you are. “Found you, King!�� you said out loud to yourself, speed-walking towards him. “I can’t believe you made me take so much time looking for you, what are you doing down there?” You crouch down on your knees to pet him and get his attention.

When you do, you see what’s got him so busy under that bush.

A kitten!

Scruffy, dirty, probably no more than a month old, King was making a mess out of the poor kit, leaving it soppy and wet with his slobber. You took out a handkerchief you’d kept in your pocket to gently wipe down the kitten before picking it up.

The small kit meowed at you, eyes wide, mouth seemingly shaped into a smile.

With one look, you were in love with her; near-sprinting, you dashed into the Comte’s room to ask if you could keep her.

(Later that day, Theo would frown and ask why you hadn’t asked him first if you could keep the kitten. You said he has no say in the matter, and he teased you for being an insolent dog.)

Now, the little kitten you’d picked up in the bushes looked a little less vulnerable than it did last week. You’d fed her meat and gave her milk, gave her a bath and a bed made of old hand towels to sleep on. You’d spent most of your free time over the past week tending to the kitten. Most importantly, you think, you’d given her a family that would take care of her for her whole life.

You turn the corner to Theo’s room, spotting the door slightly ajar. You wonder if Theo’s in his room, but you suppose he isn’t, if Calico is in there. After all, Theo isn’t exactly good with cats. He adamantly denies being afraid of them, saying that he just doesn’t like how they’re fickle and snobbish—in comparison to dogs, that is—but you know that maybe he really is a little afraid of their slightly sharp claws. Earlier last week he’d outright refused to be in the same room as Calico, until you’d shot him your best puppy dog eyes and nearly cried out of sadness that he wasn’t getting along with the little kit. Now, at least, he tolerates her presence, albeit he still doesn’t approach her or mind her much.

I’ll change that, you tell yourself. I’ll make him love her so much he won’t get his hands off of her, maybe I’ll even get jealous.

Finally, you stand in front of Theo’s room, the door open by maybe an inch off the frame, and you hear Theo mumbling to himself from inside. You do as Arthur’s told you—despite all previous experiences saying you shouldn’t!—and peek discreetly into the room, the gap between the door and the doorframe revealing the unbelievable. Theo, sat on the edge of his bed, your little calico kitten in his visibly trembling hands.

(Oh no, he’s so scared.)

“You know, you came into her life pretty quickly, but you have something you have to know,” Theo says, his voice shaking (the poor man!). You bite your lower lip to hold back a laugh. “You little… filthy poesje… I loved her first! So you don’t get to take her away like that.”

You lean against the wall next to the door to brace yourself. Arthur is a monster! He could have told you so you could prepare your heart, but he didn’t! You press a hand against your mouth trying to silence your snickers, but when you hear Theo letting out a panicked screech and spot Calico next to you a few seconds later, there’s no stopping the laughter that rolls out of you. Theo is by the doorway in seconds.

“How long have you been there?” he asks, voice stern. His ears are red though.

“Long enough,” you say, grinning. “Were you threatening my little baby?”

He grimaces. “I won’t stoop down to threatening a cat.”

“And yet you did,” you say. You pull him closer to you and steal a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Jealous?”

“No,” he retorts, bringing you into the room. Calico follows your intertwined footsteps, as the both of you end up on Theo’s bed. It was rare for Theo to hide his feelings from you. He’s like that, seeming rude, selfish, stingy with his words—but he’s very straightforward now, in his very own Theo fashion. So to straight up deny he harbored any ill feelings? This rivalry must be intense! Theo pulls you into his lap with a strong arm and you rest against him. These are all practiced moves, cuddles you’ve mastered.

You lower your voice near-mockingly, “‘I loved her first,’” you imitate him, and he frowns.

“Well I did,” Theo insists, pressing his face against your neck. He sighs at the contact, and you do too. “I just needed to make sure she knew.”

“She’s not stealing me away from you, you know,” you try to reassure him, and you think softly about how silly this is. How cute. How this is a story you’ll be telling in the future. You run your fingers through Theo’s hair gently.

Theo only mumbles. “What makes you like cats so much anyway.”

“‘Cause they mostly remind me of us,” you say, and you feel him tense up. You chuckle. “Mostly because ‘I love you but I’m taking none of your shit’.”

“That is like you,” he admits, and you smile.

“Why do you hate cats anyway?”

“I don’t hate them,” Theo begins, voice strained. “I just don’t get along with them.”

You shrug. “Did you know cats are awfully loyal to their humans?”

“Never crossed my mind,” he says.

“Well, now you know,” you say. “They’re aloof and won’t pay attention to anyone out of their circle, but to those people they do consider part of family, they’re very protective. And clingy. Much subtler than dogs, but they’re really affectionate animals, if you know how they show their love.” You sigh. “Kind of like you.”

He’s huffy. “That’s an insult, isn’t it?”

“It isn’t!” you chuckle. “I swear, it isn’t. You know what I mean. You’re more dog than cat, but you do show affection a little differently than everyone else.” A beat. “And that’s fine! Because I know it’s how you show that you care. Sometimes it involves your claws. But that’s okay. Because I understand your love language. The same way you need to learn a cat’s love language.”

Theo pauses.

Got him.

“I love you,” you say, just in case, just to make sure. Just to drive it in.

That’s it, you tell yourself, patting yourself mentally on the back. That’s how you win.

Theo sighs in defeat and just hugs you closer to him, to which you respond with a kiss on his forehead. He only huffs “Fine,” before staring at the cat on the floor. She looks up expectantly.

He’s still trembling, but he reaches out a hand to rub Calico’s little head. She purrs. It makes the both of you smile.

later

“How did you know where to find me? Or us, for that matter.”

“Oh, well, Arthur said he saw something interesting, and to go to your room, is all.”

“Interesting?”

“He seemed in awfully high spirits.”

A sigh. “Oh, branleur.”

earlier

“Shit! Fuck!” The sound of Theo’s agitated, exasperated shouting from across the hall draws Arthur’s attention. Out to take a break from writing, Arthur feels like he’s found a goldmine. He quietly dashes from where he is to the unlocked door of Theo’s room; Arthur gently pushes it open by a crack to look inside. “Stomme kut! Kuthoer! Dikzak! Kutfiets!” The little miss’ little Calico is playing at Theo’s feet, jumping up and down trying to get up on him, tiny claws digging in the hem of his pants. Without a break, “Merde! Putain! Fils de pute! Crétin!” Theo bends down trying to pick the kitten up, but every time he does, the kitten tries to jump on his shoulder, making him flinch. “Fucker! Dégénéré! Krijg de klere!”

A satisfied smile crawls over Arthur’s face. “Three languages? Must be tough,” he hums, unable to hold back the cackle that escapes his mouth.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp theo #fics #fic #rating:G

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chaotically-panaro · 4 years ago

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Not What You’d Think // A Solangelo Fanfiction

Lou Ellen dragged me out of her Jeep. I pulled my orange and green flannel closer to myself, and Lou's hair was the only thing I could see in the dark shadows of night as we walk across the . Her neon purple hair was glow-in-the-dark, although not on purpose. For Halloween, she had decided to dye her hair temporarily, and then had called me crying when she discovered it wouldn't wash out. Nonetheless, it fit her well. Very... witch-y.

Her hand closed around my wrist, leading me to Jason's front door. From the outside, we could already hear the music pounding and sweaty bodies slipping against each other.

It wasn't my idea, I swear. Every year, Jason Grace and the rest of the football team hosted an enormous party on the second to last day of spring break. I never went of course, not my crowd. Lou always did, and claimed that 'the booze was worth it.' For some unholy reason, this year, she had decided to drag me. I wasn't prepared at all. I'd never drunk in my life, and didn't plan to now.

"Will? Why are you stopping?" Lou Ellen glanced at me curiously. From her eagerness to go inside, I could tell that I would be manning the wheel tonight. "I'm just nervous, that's all."

I was trying to be 'nice,' at least a little. Lou tried to include me in her antics, and I rarely took up her offers. The one time I do, I might as well try to make her happy. Lou nods, and in her hesitation to twist the doorknob, I'm struck with the hopeless idea that maybe she's going to give up this idea and let me go home and watch Jeopardy reruns. To my dismay, she does twist the knob and reveals Jason Grace's enormous foyer.

"Stay with me?" I whisper to her, and her head of indigo hair turns to me. Her smile softens. "Of course." I breathe a sigh of relief, and clutch her hand. Her eyes drift to something behind me, and she drops my hand. Her black heels click on the marble floor as she runs to her boyfriend, Cecil, effectively leaving me alone.

I walk alone to the punch stand, and pour myself a lonely cup of water. Looking for an empty corner where I can reside for the rest of the night, I slip bast hordes of bodies. "William!" I turn to my left, and find Percy Jackson's intoxicated eyes in front of mine. I step back, stumbling a little on someone's discarded shoe. Percy and I aren't exactly friends, but his little sister and mine play together sometimes. He's obviously drunk, I wonder how long he's been here to be sloshed to quickly. He grabs my wrists, green eyes flicking towards mine.

"Have you seen Jason anywhere? I can't find him, which is very sad because I need to tell him how good he looks tonight..." Drunk Percy clearly has no qualms as to revealing details. He pales. "You weren't supposed to know that. It's just... he's so... kissable. You know?"

I nodd, and grab Percy by the shoulders. I guide him to a discarded couch. "I'll tell Jason where you are. Stay here." He holds onto his cup of undefined substances tighter, and his flushed cheeks nod. Jason is on the other side of the room, talking animatedly with Annabeth and her girlfriend, Piper. I slip between bodies again, trying to ignore the exposed flesh. I reach Jason, and he looks surprisingly sober. "Hey, uh, Percy's looking for you." I point to Percy's general direction, and Jason takes up the hint. He squeezes my hands gratefully, and he goes over to the swim team Captain.

I'm alone again, and I search for a corner. My cup of water is starting to slosh, and I find a french door leading to Jason's backyard. More people are out here, and I sit at the foot of a tree, and decide to simply wait for Lou to finish seducing Cecil. She'll collect me, sooner or later.

I swirl my cup's content, and sip it tentatively. It tastes weird, but that could just be me. Between the parting masses of bodies, someone I had previously overlooked slipped out. Nico di Angelo looks invisible in the dark, especially in his dark clothing. But someone had started flashing neon lights, and his pale skin was illuminated. He stumbled to Jason's wood fence, and I can see him start to trip on his own shoelaces. Bryce Lawrence, who was expelled from school for setting a trash can on fire, tries to help him to stand up. Nico looks up to him gratefully, and from my stance on the dirt ground, I can see Bryce's grip go souther than appropriate. Nico doesn't notice, and his sweat-thick hair clings to his forehead.

I can see Bryce's plan, even if Nico can't. I jump up, and jog over. "Hey! Stop it!" Nico turns to me, red eyes curious. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything." He starts to laugh, for reasons beyond me.

Bryce sighs, he knows he can't do anything. He glares at me, and tries to look for his next prey. I gesture to Reyna on the other side of the lawn, who usually comes to parties like these to stop exactly that from happening. Nico sags, and I catch his underarms in my palms. My hand jerks in Bryce's direction, and Reyna meets my eyes, understanding my point.

I pull Nico to my tree, and observe his cut hands from the fall. They're scraped, but nothing I can't try to heal. "You're cute," he says. I stifle a laugh. He's drunk, his thoughts are scrambled. I keep wrapping his hands, nonplussed. "Really, I mean it. I've been looking at you for a while now." I keep wrapping. "Did you know your eyes are really blue? Like very, very, blue. It's actually a little like a cat. Meow." He laughs, and I grow red. I tie the bandages together, and start to secure them. I try to keep bandages on me at all times, Lou is incredibly accident-prone.

Nico pushes his knees on my chest, and starts to kiss me. His mouth is warm and pink, and then I taste a little vodka. I push him off of me. "You're drunk." He frowns. "So what? I am the master of death, no amount of alcohol incapacitates me." I had my own reasons, beside the fact that it's common sense that someone cannot give consent when intoxicated. I'd had a crush on this guy since first grade, and confessed to him over a stupid game of truth of truth or dare in seventh grade. He said "that's gay," and then didn't talk to me for the rest of Middle School.

"Right now, you can't summon a wishbone, sunshine." Nico glared at me, lips plump and cheeks red from the contents of his cup on the grass. I put the rest of my bandages in my surprisingly large pockets, and Nico gets onto my lap. I push him off gently, trying not to jostle him. I think he's going to throw up soon, and I don't want to bring that moment forth any sooner. He pouts, and crosses his arms. His hair is dark, and looks even darker in the night. "I'm not as drunk as you think I am."

I snort. "You look like you're going to projectile vomit on me." His neck flushed, and his gaze lowered. "I do have a crush on you, it's not a lie."

I drop my cup on the grass, and it meets his. If this guy thinks he has the right to my heart, after he broke it to a thousand pieces, he's wrong. He notices the shift in my eyes, and frowns. He sits back on his heels, and cocks his head. "Do you not like me?" Before I can respond, tears start pooling in his eyes. I wrap my arms around him, trying to ignore the wetness blooming on my shirt. He clutches my flannel, and I look down at him. His throat starts to bob.

Nico vomited on my favorite flannel.

Well, today was bad enough. I didn't need the fates to curse me more, yet here we are. He hiccups, and I pat his head, not sure what I'm supposed to do. He seems to sober up a little, and he covers his eyes with his hand. "Oh my God. I can't believe I just did that. I'm so sorry, Will." I shake my head, and he buries his face in the crook of his elbow.

Nico glances at my flannel-less chest. His face pales. "Did we..." I glance down, and see what it must look like. "No! No, we didn't uh... yeah." We grow silent, and he rubs his forehead.

Lou Ellen pops out of the crowd. "Will! Drive us home?" She's holding Cecil's hand, and I guess they got tired of other people. I did too. I stand up, and brush dirt off of my pants, and wave to Nico. Lou throws me the keys, and we climb into her Jeep. Cecil and Lou are cozy in the backseat, and we leave the flashing lights and the music behind.

I hope Percy and Jason are happy. I hope Lou Ellen and Cecil are happy. I hope Annabeth and Piper are happy. Lou Ellen turns on the radio to fill the silence, and I flip it off angrily. As much as I love Girl in Red, my love life is fruitless. I clutch the steering wheel tighter. I wonder, if I would've said I had a crush on him too, if he hadn't been drunk.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #fanfiction #lonelyonvalentinesday

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satan-the-avatar-of-wrath · 5 years ago

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A Worthy Life

This is a submitted story, writer wishes to remain Anonymous. Credit to the anon, this is not my work. (A story with Satan)

Inspired by true events.

~A Worthy Life~

Satan never thought of humans as something special to him. He neither liked nor disliked them. He only regarded them as fragile beings that have shorter lifespan and more vulnerable than demons like him. However, his view changed after that encounter. It all started when Satan had to go to the human world again after he begrudgingly received another troublesome task from the asshole Lucifer.

As usual, after he finished the task, Satan chose to spend his remaining time by reading his book in the local park. He was still in the middle of reading when he heard a faint meowing sounds from the bushes behind him. “Hm? Oh, hey there kitty kitty~ are you alone? Come here, I won’t harm you,” Satan closed his book and reached out his hand to the kitten, but that only made the kitten more frightened and ran away from Satan. “Uh- hey wait!” Satan decided to chase after the kitten. He was concerned with how dirty and frail the kitten looked.

Satan didn’t even notice where he was going or which road he took while he was chasing the kitten, but in the end, he managed to catch the kitten. “Hey come on- stay still. I just want to check and treat you.” Satan said as he lifted the kitten to inspect for any wound.

“Let go of my cat! You evil ugly blondie head!” Satan was surprised to see a little boy standing in front of him. ‘Where did this brat sprout from?’ Satan wondered. “Were you talking to me cheeky brat?” Satan asked in an irritated tone.

“No, I was talking to the garbage can. Of course, I was talking to you panini head. Now give me back my cat!” the boy shouted and stomped on Satan’s foot. “YOU-“ Satan almost snap and go demon mode before a woman appeared from across the street; visibly looking panic. “Vian! Where have you been?! You know I was worried sick looking for you! You shouldn’t be out in your condition!”

Satan turned his attention to the woman. “Is this rude brat your kid? Or perhaps your little brother? Maybe teaching him some manners would help” Satan said as he put on his usual fake smile; trying to keep every last bit of his self-control. “I’m truly sorry! Please forgive him. He isn’t my son or my brother but I feel responsible for taking care of him.” The woman pleaded with teary eyes.

“Don’t be mean to missy! She is the only one who cares for me. And you! Give me back my ca-ugh” the boy suddenly doubled over and coughed violently. “Vian-“ the woman immediately carried the boy and excused herself; leaving Satan alone. Satan could only stare. Dumbfounded. ‘Tch, humans are so fragile’ was the only thought that crossed his mind.

He glanced down at the kitten and felt a bit responsible. The boy got agitated because of him after all and besides, he just realized that he…is kinda lost. He didn’t know his way back, he also wanted to return the cat so he decided to join them.

The woman thanked Satan once they settled into the woman’s house, “Thank you for returning the cat, Mr. Sam. And once again I offer you my sincerest apologies on his behalf. He…has a hard time trusting new people,” Satan could only listen to the woman while he stared at the little boy who was already asleep. Satan was still annoyed, but the boy looked pathetic in his eyes so he decided to just let bygones be bygones. He won’t go as far as avenging someone way weaker than him, especially not a puny defenseless little human.

“I bet he is really a handful for everyone isn’t he?” Satan noticed there was something wrong when the woman looked quite offended when he asked that. “This is quite a sensitive issue. Especially for Vian. Vian is actually a good boy. But everyone reject him, even his parents, because of his chronic disease. Most people still believe the disease he is suffering from is extremely the contagious one and should be avoided at all costs. That’s why he always put on a brave front because he immediately thinks that everyone hates him.”

Satan fell quiet with an unreadable expression and only then the woman realized she was spilling too much information to a stranger. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m blabbering too much. Uh you previously said you need me to show you the way to train station right? I’ll guide you there.” Satan put on his trademark smile again. “Very well, thank you for your assistance.”

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It was already a few days since Satan returned to the Devildom, but something was bugging his mind since then. ‘Ugh that brat. Maybe I’m still annoyed with him after all? Maybe I should avenge him? Wait, no. That time was different. I didn’t sense any malicious intent from him. In fact, I only sensed…fear? Sadness? Anger? Hurt?’

Meanwhile, Mammon who was counting stolen his money across from Satan could see it clearly how distraught Satan had become. “Yo! Is there somethin’ wrong? Ya have been puttin’ on serious scary face but ya seem stuck at the same page of your book.” Satan finally snapped and retorted back; venting his anger toward Mammon. “Uh- shut up. If you are looking for what’s ‘wrong’ then you can try putting your face in front of a mirror and you’ll see what’s wrong.”

“Geez calm that temper will ya? You’re more salty than usual that means there’s somethin’ up with you. Well, I don’t know and I don’t really care but if ya want to do somethin’ you should just act by what you really desire. You’re a demon and yet you think too much before even following your desir- oops that’s my cue to go, adieu!” Mammon immediately bolted out from the room as soon as Satan gave death-glare to him. “Damn it. I guess I’ll just go. I can check up on the cat. Yes, that’s the only valid reason,” Satan tried to reason to himself.

After he managed to get Lucifer’s permission, Satan came back to the human world. It was a good thing he still remembered the way to that boy’s house.

“Ah! You are the yellow-head catnapper from before!” the boy already jumped to his defensive mode as soon as he saw Satan in front of the house. “Vian, please be polite, I already told you he was only trying to tend to Bobby.” the woman lightly scolded the boy.

“Ahaha that’s right. You should listen to your missy, cheeky brat,” Satan plastered his usual fake smile, but he didn’t feel as annoyed as before.

“Don’t call me that! My name is Vian! Missy, you are wrong! That yellow-head is an absolute meanie!” Vian ran up behind the woman.

“You are calling me with weird names so why can’t I also call you with one too?” Satan smirked. He was satisfied. He felt like he won an argument.

“Come on Vian. You shouldn’t judge someone immediately like that. I’m sure he is a…nice gentleman. Although a little petty-minded?” The woman added the last words only in her thought. “As proof, he was trying to help Bobby right?” the woman tried to reassure Vian. “And Mr. Sam, is there something I can help you with?” the woman asked.

“Oh err right. This may sound out of the blue, but I came by just to make sure if the cat is all right. I’m quite confident in my knowledge about animal anatomy so I thought I can offer you some help since your cat looked a bit unwell the last time I saw it,” Satan said; trying to find a strong excuse. It’s partially true that he was concerned about the cat, but he felt like there is another thing he was more concerned about and Satan still wouldn’t admit that the boy was part of his concern.

“Oh, my. Really? Actually, you are quite right. I’ve been trying to tend to it but I think my effort alone is not enough so I’m grateful for your help. Please come in. Vian please wait here and keep Mr. Sam accompany while I go fetch Bobby, okay?” The woman said before she went off to another room; leaving Vian alone with Satan.

Now that they are alone, Satan could sense the nervousness and confusion emanated from the boy more clearly. “Why are you helping my cat? Or more like why do you still bother to come here?” The boy finally broke the silence with a low voice, almost as a whisper.

“Hmm? I see you still have the guts to talk. With how you look now I was sure you’ve turned into a stone, but I see you still want to talk and ask me before throwing anymore accusation at me again?” Satan showed his exasperation passive-aggressively with his smile. The boy instantly felt guilty. “I- I’m sorry.” The boy was on the verge of tears while saying that.

“Uh- okay, okay apology accepted. Anyway, why do you think it’s weird for someone to come here and offer help?” Satan quickly went back on the topic and decided not to intimidate the boy any longer. It would be troublesome for him to handle a crying child.

“Didn’t missy already told you? I- I’m different. I’m different from everyone. Everyone is healthy and I’m..not. Because of my disease, everyone around me never thinks of me as a worthy one. They only see me as something bad and they all avoid me. At least I still have missy who can still accept me.” The boy looked crushed when he explained it.

At that moment Satan felt like the boy would crumble into dust and gone at any given moment. There were also that sharp pangs tugging his heart. It was a very unfamiliar feeling for Satan. He gave it a moment, but he still couldn’t put a name into that new feeling.

Satan was speechless until the woman came back. “I’m sorry to make you wait. Here’s Bobby.” The woman said while holding the kitten. “Please lie it down in here. I’ll check it.” Satan began to dutifully check the kitten. It didn’t take long for Satan to pinpoint the problems. “Yes, your cat is sick. I have the remedy for the cat, but I need a few days to gather it. I’ll come back when it’s finished. Until then, please keep your cat hydrated, clean, and fed well. Luckily, I brought some special wet cat foods. You can feed it with these.” Satan said before leaving. Satan smile when the woman thanked him, however, his eyes were more focused on the boy who only kept silent.

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Back in the Devildom Satan prepared the remedy faster than expected. Preparing it wasn’t a problem for him. What troubled him was the weird feeling he got that day. He wasn’t sure at first, but after he gave it more thought he got some idea. ‘Maybe, just maybe I can relate to that brat?’ Satan thought to himself. They are both very different. He is a demon, a high-ranked demon and that boy is a human, just a powerless little human. However, there was one thing in common and Satan only came to that conclusion after he was finally sure of what he sensed from the brat. It was mostly a feeling of insecurity.

Satan hates to admit it, but he is aware of his own insecurities. How he felt he needed to prove himself, his worth, so his existence won’t merely be seen as someone else’s shadow. While that boy, even if that boy struggles over a different thing, Satan could see the boy also wanted to be seen as someone worthy, as he really is, not as something else, especially not as a weakness.

Since he started to realize it, a new desire started to grow on Satan. Satan didn’t want to take Mammon’s word, but that time, he just followed on his desire. A desire to support that one little fleeting life.

Satan began to rummaged through his pile of books; trying to find any explanation and cure for the said disease. Satan was devastated when he found out there was still no cure that can completely heal the boy’s disease. “AARGH! Damn it! Can’t I really do something about it?! Satan threw his book away in frustration. Satan didn’t know what else to do. For the first time he felt powerless and his demon power won’t do any good. In the end he went to the human world again with a heavy heart.

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“Welcome, Mr. Sam. Thank you for sparing your time to come here again.” The woman welcomed Satan as he arrived.

“I already promised that I would come here again so it’s only normal if I keep my words, right? And here, you can feed the cat with this medicine” Satan flashed his smile when he handed the medicine to the woman, but his eyes were busy scanning the room. “Is the boy not with you today?” The woman looked hesitated to answer when Satan asked her. “Ah, you mean Vian? He is resting in his room now. His condition is worsening again.”

The woman then looked at Satan with a pleading look. “Umm I know it would be rude of me to ask a request to someone I just know recently, but could I ask for your help to look after Vian for a while? There’s no one else I could ask for help and I need to go buy medicine and some supplies for Vian. Also I believe you are a good person, so, please?”

Satan gave it a thought. There’s no harm in helping her and he is also curious with the boy’s condition. “Sure, I’ll help. Don’t worry about it.” Satan said. The woman thanked Satan and showed Vian’s room, after that she went off to buy things.

Satan sat beside the bed where the boy sleep in. Satan could only look at the boy’s face in silence. ‘He looks paler than before. What could’ve happened to him while I was away?’ When Satan was lost in his thought, the boy suddenly shifted uncomfortably in his bed. He looked as if he was in agony. “O-oi! Brat?! What’s wrong? Wake up!” Satan gently nudge the boy, but panic was clear in his voice. He was afraid if the boy is in pain or having nightmare.

The boy’s eyes shot open, his breath was ragged. At first the boy didn’t notice Satan presence. It was Satan’s gentle voice and touch that brought the boy back to reality. “Are you ok now?” Satan asked; genuinely worried. He was never this worried over someone else before, not even to his brothers.

The boy couldn’t process anything. He only covered his face; trying to muffle his cries. “Oi, come on. You should tell me what’s wrong. I won’t know unless you tell me.” Satan kept urging the boy to speak; his hand rubbing the boy’s head in an attempt to soothe the boy.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I just had a-a bad dream.” The boy said with a hoarse voice. Satan handed the boy a glass of water and said, “here, drink this first, then tell me what was it about.”

There was only silence until the boy finally spoke. “I dreamt about it again. I was alone. Then I saw in the distance there were people. They were having fun and looked very happy. I wanted to get close to them to join them, but they immediately steered away from me. They only saw me with disgust. Then I heard they all talked badly about me. ‘He is different, he shouldn’t mingle with us.’ I always heard that same words.” A shed of tears streamed down the boy’s cheek as he retelling his dream.

Satan couldn’t take the heart-breaking sight. He brushed away the tears from the boy’s cheek gently with his finger; trying not to startle the boy. When he realized the worried look on Satan’s face, the boy quickly added, “umm sorry, please don’t worry about my silly dream. This is something I usually get when I feel down and sick.” The boy said. He tried to lighten up the mood and put up a smile.

But Satan won’t be fooled by something like that. “No, you shouldn’t say sorry. And about dreams, someone I know, well, my brother, once said that dreams are the manifestation of our subconscious mind. They are often influenced by our experiences and they reflect what we really feel about it and what we really want from it. So I wouldn’t think your dream as a silly one and you too, shouldn’t think of it as silly.” Satan held the boy’s hand in his. He put on a serious expression, but his touch was calming. The boy could feel the warmth from Satan’s touch and words. “You mentioned that you only got this dream when you feel down and sick. Care to tell me what happened? What triggered your dream?” Satan asked.

“Umm…so yesterday when I was strolling around with missy to take fresh air outside, there were some neighbors who shooed us away. They didn’t want us to get any closer to their house and said something about being ‘vile outcast or a ragtag bunch of misfit’. I don’t really understand what they meant, but missy wouldn’t explain it to me and she looked sad. So I think that must be something bad.” The boy was fiddling with his fingers as he told Satan what happened. Satan felt the anger inside him instantly rising up. He wanted to throw curse words and go hunt the culprit right there and then, but that time, he knew the boy needed him more.

Satan took a deep breath; trying to calm himself before he began to talk. “Listen, I won’t hide anything. I’ll be honest and tell you everything you need to know and hear. You are right. Those huma- I mean people are talking bad about you. BUT, those people are wrong. People who can only oppress the weaker and can’t try to understand the others are the real trash, not you or your missy.”

The boy looked like he was going to cry again. He thought only his missy can try to understand and give him the support he needed. He already gave up on his wish to be accepted by other people, but he knew deep down he still yearns to be accepted and recognized. And here he found another person who can understand and support him.

Seeing the boy started to cry again, Satan gave the boy a hug and patted his back. “I may only know you just recently and I may regard you as cheeky brat the first time I met you. But after knowing more about you I think you worth more than you ever think, more than other people think. Wait, scratch that. You are more worthy than those people who can’t see your worth. Those people have no place to decide your worth because you are the only one who can decide your worth. So, for now, you shouldn’t worry about being liked or not. Those who see you as you are and appreciate you will still like you and grow together with you. That means if you are doing something right they will support you and if you are doing something wrong they will help you to correct your way. You have your missy and Bobby that can support and help you. And now you also have uh…me at your side.” Satan said the last words with faint blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Ahem, do you understand it now, Vian?” Satan released Vian from his hug. Vian was moved by what Satan said so he eagerly nodded his head, he felt better after hearing that.

“Good.” Satan smiled. Satisfied with Vian’s reaction. He then ruffled Vian’s hair playfully until the Vian feels irritated. “Ughh…stop it!” Vian swatted Satan’s hand from his hand. Satan didn’t take Vian’s act as offensive at all. In fact, he was pleased. “There you go. I like it more when you show that fiery spirit. Remember, you don’t have to worry too much. You won’t know what the future has in store for you. I’m pretty sure you’ll find your own place to be happy and when you do find it remember your hard time as a lesson. That way you won’t fall into the same level as those trash people.” Satan smiled again, but that time it was a genuine smile.

His smile then shifted into a low key malicious one. “And if anyone dares to talk or do something awful to you, just tell me. I’ll make it certain that I will pay them a visit and give them a ‘lecture’ or two.”

Vian, who didn’t really understand the hidden meaning behind Satan’s choice of word with ‘lecture’ could only agree. “Um, okay! Pinky promise!” Vian said. He showed his pinky finger to Satan.

Satan was a bit confused at first, but then the boy showed Satan how it’s done. A new warm feeling began to spring inside Satan. It was different from the usual hot boiling sensation he felt whenever he is angry. This new feeling was very pleasant for Satan. “Ahahaha, you are really something aren’t you” Satan laughed. At that moment Satan had decided that keeping Vian’s life as a worthy one is something he can do. Meanwhile, Vian only tilted his head. Confused by what Satan meant or why Satan laughed.

“It’s a bit too late to ask, but umm since when you were here?” Vian asked Satan. He just realized his missy is not with him. “Oh, your missy is out to buy things and ask me to stay with you while she’s out.” Satan explained everything that happened before.

“Brat, do you want to hear some interesting stories?” Satan suddenly wanted to tell some stories. Satan was thinking about telling stories from some books he had read before, but maybe he can also use his brothers’ shenanigans as a bad example.

“Hey, stop calling me that, or do you want me to call you with weird names again?” Vian pouted. “Ahahah, sorry that name kinda stick with you. And actually, I don’t care anymore if you call me with anything weird. I know you don’t really mean it.” Satan said jokingly, but he really didn’t mind it since the boy is special to him now.

“Sorry, I’m late. Oh, you’re awake already Vian? Thank you for your help, Mr. Sam.” The woman said when she returned home. She noticed the cheerful look on Vian’s face and that was the first time he ever showed such look in front of someone else other than her and that also made her happy. “Missy, missy, come join us! Yello- I mean mister said he wants to tell us some stories.” Vian excitedly called her. They all gathered and enjoyed their precious moment.

END

Thank you to the individual who i can not name, for submitting this good read.

To anyone who reads this, and is inspired to write, you too can submit to this blog if you wish to be Anonymous. It doesnt just have to be about Satan, it could be about anything.

Thank you x - Ty the Mun

Satan: .... Please kittens do submit, we enjoy reading all stories you write to us.

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alexamericus · 5 years ago

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I did the thing

So I did the thing. I wrote an itty bitty self indulgent self insert piece for Nightwolf. Inspired by doing two back to back 12-hour shifts at work on surgery days. I’m beat and fairly sore from getting my ass kicked by a massive baby of a husky, but today I have the day off and was able to bust this out really quick despite the writer’s block.

I honestly don’t think it’s that good; it’s pretty much a very short slice of life piece that I wrote in about an hour or so, but I am my worst critic in that I am hypercritical of my writing and it’s probably why I haven’t been able to write in so long. I have some other ideas that I’ll get to at some point. And who knows? Maybe the fics will get longer. It’s kind of dependent on my work hours, how exhausted I am, and how badly I got my ass kicked by huskies.

Now for the fic before I start regretting my choices:

It was late at night when she returned to her apartment; close to nine. She pulled into the assigned parking spot near the door to her apartment and stumbled out of her car, bringing her bag and lunchbox with her. She has just finished her twelve hour shift at the veterinary clinic where she worked as a veterinary technician. It was a surgery day, so it was already hectic, but the second doctor working that day was still taking rooms and was fully booked. Alex was in charge of labs and making sure everything was set to go for the surgeries and dentals; so between running all the bloodwork and other samples for the day, setting up the surgery suite and dental table, and occasionally assisting a doctor in a room - she was exhausted. Thankfully, she had the day off tomorrow and had no plans on doing anything or going anywhere. She had a twelve hour shift yesterday (which, coincidentally, was also a surgery day) and was ready to do absolutely nothing but watch television or play video games.

She nudged the door open as quietly as she could and tiptoed inside. She knew that her boyfriend Grey Cloud (known as Nightwolf to most) and her cat Ghost were probably asleep in the bedroom. She did her best to quietly unpack all of her stuff and put it away before rushing through a shower and crawling into bed, hopefully not waking either of them up. Fighting back loud yawns, she went into the kitchen to put away the lunchbox and ice pack, depositing her bag onto the couch on her way there. She’d take care of that cluttered mess later.

As she was moving about trying to put everything away, she heard the telltale “mrrah”s of her cat excitedly greeting her. Alex looked around for the fluffball and saw her coming down the hall, the feline increasing her pace once she realized the person that rescued her from the streets had finally come home. For her longer shifts, Alex frequently left before the sun completely rose, especially during the colder months, and oftentimes didn’t get back until well after dark, leaving Ghost home alone for most of the day.

Alex knelt down onto the floor, knowing that Ghost would refuse to be quiet (or even start meowing louder, potentially waking Grey) until she gave in and gave her affection or kitty cookies. As she ran her hand through Ghost’s soft fur, the cat almost immediately went quiet and started purring and drooling out of happiness, even placing her front paws on Alex’s legs to stretch up and rub against her face.

Wiping the cat slobber away, she picked up the fluffy cat and exited the kitchen only to walk past the corner counter and find that a large person was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. The figure reached over to the opposite wall and slid the light switch up just a small bit so the lights would turn on, but remain dim enough to not blind everyone. The man had a soft yet tired smile on his face that made Alex feel bad almost instantly.

“I woke you up, did I?” She said sadly. It was bad enough that Grey sometimes insisted on staying up later than he normally would to wait for her to come home after a longer or later shift, but it felt worse when he did decide to go to bed and not wait for her and she would wake him up with her stumbling around. Their apartment was not big by any means and the walls were pretty thin, so sound traveled more than Alex would care for it to.

Grey’s smile widened a little as he replied, “You didn’t.” He pointed to the cat who was currently kneading Alex’s collarbone. “She did. She must’ve heard you come in and, as she had decided my chest was a wonderful bed, was practically tap-dancing on my sternum to get up and rush out the door to greet you.” He finished with a chuckle.

Alex turned her head to slightly glare at her cat, who responded by lifting her paw to gently pat her cheek and bringing her face closer to lick Alex’s chin. “Why are you the way that you are?” She asked.

The rhetorical question elicited another laugh from her boyfriend. “She loves you, that’s why. You did tame her after all.”

“She was probably already tame, just left behind or got out.” Alex countered. While yes, Grey was right in that she had spent a lot of time rehabilitating Ghost and getting her used to human interaction again, it was unlikely that Ghost was ever fully feral. She had an unregistered microchip and was most likely spayed since she never displayed any behavior to the contrary. Not to mention that, within a few days, Alex was picking Ghost up and putting her in her lap. A week after that, Alex couldn’t sit down fast enough before Ghost would practically catapult herself into Alex’s lap.

Grey shrugged, lightly pushing himself away from the wall to join his partner in the middle of the living room. “Then you helped her regain trust in humans again.” He reached over and gave Ghost some scritches on her cheek, which she happily leaned into and closed her eyes. While giving her much-appreciated pets, he looked at Alex and noted the large quantity of fur that didn’t belong to their cat clinging to her scrubs. “Nice fur coat.” He jokingly noted. “Did you have a husky come in today?”

Alex nodded. “A great big baby of a white husky with a cut on his paw that turned out to be almost nothing.” She explained, letting out a breathy laugh as she remembered having to wrangle this sixty-some pound dog with one of her coworkers to try and get the husky to sit still long enough for the doctor to look at his paw. It proved to be more difficult than any of them imagined as the husky would thrash about after a few seconds of restraint, refused to have the mildly injured paw touched, and apparently was super sensitive to needles. Alex was the main restrainer (a hilarious concept to her as she stood a laughable five-foot-two and was a whopping 110 pounds soaking wet) and had the dog nearly knock his head into hers no less than three times, was successful twice, jumped all around on her legs, slammed her against a wall, nearly kick her in the face with his back paws twice, and almost had a needle go into her eye as he thrashed about refusing to have his heartworm prevention injected under his skin by the doctor. Thankfully, he was just being, as huskies are, a big scared baby and wasn’t aggressive toward anyone. “I’ll humor you with the story tomorrow.” She let out a wide yawn. “Right now, I’m beat.”

“I can see that.” Grey replied. “Here, hand Ghost over and go get your shower. You’re sleeping in tomorrow and that’s that.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he took the cat from Alex’s arms, leaning down and giving the poor, exhausted woman a light kiss on her forehead. Alex tried, and failed, to beat back another wide yawn. Already she felt her body start to slow down and beg her to go to bed. She just knew she was going to sleep like the dead, especially if she got her sleeping aid on board.

Rubbing her eyes in an attempt to not collapse on the floor and just sleep on the carpet, she mumbled out an incoherent reply and shuffled towards the bathroom, getting herself ready to brush her teeth before hopping into a hot shower. Grey walked past her to futilely place Ghost in her cat bed and swipe Alex’s pajamas from the chair in the corner of the room, handing them off to her and closing the bathroom door before Ghost could force her way in. The fluffy feline looked up at the tall Native American man and gave him a sad meow, letting him know how disappointed she was that she couldn’t bother Alex while she got cleaned up.

“The bathroom isn’t a vortex, Ghost - she’s not going anywhere.” Grey told the cat as he bent back down to pick her up again, wincing a little as Ghost started to knead his exposed collarbone. “You need a nail trim.” He sat back down on the bed with the cat, leaning against the headboard and letting the affectionate feline lay on his chest while fighting back the need to sleep. Seeing his girlfriend so tired and watching her yawn didn’t help him at all, having been awake since four in the morning so he could see her off to work and trying to stay up to welcome her back from work. She had sent him a text close to eight o’clock saying that she was just then clocking out, but she still had to set up some things for the next day. It wasn’t uncommon for Alex to stay at work late when she was working a twelve hour shift, especially on a surgery day. He didn’t mind it at all: she was hard at work doing what she loved. Plus, the long hours allowed her to have more days off during the week so she could recover from these exhausting days.

About twenty minutes later, just as Grey was about to nod off again, he felt someone crawl into the bed next to him. Alex had snuck back into the bedroom and was in the process of crawling into their shared bed and making herself comfortable for the night, throwing the blankets over herself and all but melting into the mattress, finally able to completely relax for the day.

Ghost wriggled away from Grey and went over to Alex, meowing and sniffing at her face. The cat’s whiskers tickled her face made Alex pull a face and open her eyes, giving a displeased noise. “Your breath stinks, kitty.”

“She does get fish flavored wet food twice a day.” Grey reminded her, grinning. He turned onto his side to face her, watching her as she scrunched her noise at the smell.

“Stinky.” Alex mumbled into her pillow, hiding her nose away from the stench of Ghost’s breath. “Stink kitty. Nasty.”

“Now, now - don’t be mean.” Grey lightly scolded wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist and gently pulling her closer to him. As he did, Ghost flitted around the bed trying to find a spot to snuggle up and sleep, occasionally batting at their feet under the blankets as they shifted positions to get comfortable. She eventually found her spot behind Alex’s knees. Grey laid down on his back and let Alex scoot closer to him, snuggling up to his side once she found a comfortable position, placing her hand on his chest - just over his heart - while he wrapped his around her shoulders, giving her a small hug. Alex gave a low, satisfied hum as she basked in the warmth he always seemed to radiate, beginning to drift off.

Grey rested his head against Alex’s, brushing his thumb against her shoulder. “Get some sleep.” He said softly, giving her one more kiss on the forehead. “You earned it.”

There was only a hum for a reply as Alex snuggled against him, nestling herself in his embrace. Grey used his free hand and tugged one of the blankets further up to provide her with more warmth and comfort, a soft look on his face when he saw it was the blanket she had made for him as a Christmas present. Sighing at the fond memory, he looked over to her and watched her as her eyes began to close.

Just before she slipped into her dreams, Alex softly said, “I love you Grey.”

Grey smiled as he felt his heart swell a little bit. “I love you too.”

#mortal kombat #nightwolf #my bad writing #I am at your mercy writing gods of tumblr #for real tho - why are there so many gotdamn huskies in AZ?

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years ago

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What if Peter found an animal on the way back from school and just couldn't resist bringing it home but like tried to hide it and fails almost immediately? Thought it'd be cute! Especially in your writing style. (which I can't get over seriously, I spent a whole night reading all of these fics they're my life! 💓💓💓)

A Supreme Pet

Peter, MJ, and Ned step outside and the vigilante groans when they find that it's pouring rain. He had to walk home today and in the pelting rain wasn't exactly his idea of fun.

"I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind giving you a ride home." Ned says.

Peter shakes his head. "It's fine."

"Aren't you supposed to call someone when it's cold out and Happy isn't here?" MJ asks. "Pretty sure you don't want to turn into a spider popsicle again."

"It's just rain. Snow is a completely different story." Peter says with a roll of his eyes.

MJ shrugs. "It was nice knowing you loser. I'll be sure to play a jack-in-the-box at your funeral."

Peter and Ned laugh as the girl walks away once she pulls up her good, and the two boys go their separate ways after doing their handshake. The vigilante had barely turned the corner from his school before he was already soaked through his clothes. He imagined that he must have looked like a drowned rat, and he was beginning to wonder if maybe he should have called someone.

That was until he heard a pitiful mewl and he went searching for the source of the noise in a nearby alley. If it had been anyone else, the sound would have been drowned out by the downpour, but since it was Peter and he had enhanced senses, he was able to hear it easily enough. He was also already soaked so he figured spending a few minutes looking for the poor creature wouldn't make a difference. Peter moves aside a few boxes and grins when he finally reveals a grey tabby kitten shivering between the brick wall of a building and a box he had yet to move.

"Hey buddy. You look how I'm starting to feel." Peter slowly reaches out and smiles when the kitten doesn't dart away or swipe at him, and gently picks it up. "No tags. There's no shelter on the way home either. Normally I'd go out of my way..." The teen shrugs and unzips his hoodie to bundle the kitten within before zipping it back up. "Sorry, it's not dry, but at least you aren't getting pelted anymore."

The tabby mews quietly in response, and Peter continues his walk to the subway, and then eventually the tower. He would probably have to hide the cat from his parents as they would probably make him get rid of it, but it was also possible they would let it stay until the rain let up. Unless Stephen opened a portal to an animal shelter. That was always a possibility.

Tony might drop kick it out of the towers front door like in the cartoons. Although the image was funny, he wouldn't let it happen. Peter would rather go back out into the rain and walk to the nearest shelter. Stephen would raise hell if he tried though. When it came to Peter, he was a parent first, if the teen tried to walk back out in the rain already soaked, he would be a parent and a doctor.

Which was surprisingly worse than Mama Bear.

Peter sighs with relief when he finally makes it to the tower and he steps into the lobby with an apology to the receptionist for the watery mess he makes as he walks to the private elevator. He rides the elevator up to the family floor, thanks whatever god was watching over him that his parents were nowhere to be seen, and darts into his room. He quietly closes the door behind him and unzips his hoodie when he walks into his connecting bathroom and gently sets the kitten on the counter by the sink. It had taken to the subway (and the actual walk) very well, which made things a lot easier for Peter. He'd hate to think how the trip would have gone if the tabby fought the entire way.

"Okay. So far so good...but you gotta stay quiet if you want to stay." The kittens meows and Peter shushes it. "None of that! Let's get you dried off. Stay."

Peter points at the cat as if it will help the creature understand, and slowly backs out of the room to change into some dry clothes. He throws his wet clothes into the tub (he didn't want to ruin the carpet and get yelled at by Tony), and grabs a towel hanging on the rack before carefully drying the kitten. He remembers a hair dryer stored under the sink, pulls it out after tossing the towel to the side (exposing a scraggly looking, and somewhat happier kitten) and turns it on to the lowest setting. He tests pointing it at the tabby and almost laughs out loud when the kitten actually starts to purr at the welcome heat.

"Not much bothers you does it?" The cat stretches out to enjoy the warm air and dry more of its body and Peter jumps when someone knocks on his bedroom door. "Just a second!"

"Pete! Did you walk home?!" Tony's muffled voice filters through.

"Uh...yeah? I'm fine!" Peter sneezes and he curses when his bedroom door opens. Of course his body would tell his father otherwise.

"That sneeze tells me differently. Are you drying your--" Tony stops when he rounds the corner and his attention immediately focuses on the now dry kitten.

Peter sheepishly turns off the hair dryer and puts it away. "There wasn't a shelter on the way home. I would have gone out of my way, but the rain was coming down really hard and I was already soaked--"

The teen is interrupted by Tony resting his forehead against his and he almost crosses his eyes at the sudden close-up. "Jesus kid...you're already running a fever."

"I'm fine!"

"I can get Mama Bear in here and you can tell him that."

Peter grumbles. "No thanks. He just looks at me and knows."

Tony moves back away. "Exactly. Now you and the fuzzball get into bed and warm up."

"I have to find something to feed him first. I'm hungry too!" Peter complains.

"If you can wait, I'll get Barnes up here to make you some soup and have FRIDAY order some cat stuff."

"Stuff?" The teen asks curiously.

"Stuff." Tony confirms and hoists the much happier kitten under one arm and leads his son by his shoulder to his bed with his other hand. "He's kind of cute. If you promise to take care of him, you can keep him."

Peter's head spun for two reasons. One, Tony's reaction to the cat was not at all what he was expecting, and two, he was starting to feel the other symptoms of a cold coming on. Even before the spider bite, whenever he got sick, it wasn't gradual. It came on fast. Now that Peter was a little more relaxed now that he made it home, the effects of walking through a storm was starting to hit him, and hit him hard. He was definitely feeling the fever, he felt sluggish, stuffed up, and his throat started to burn a bit. No doubt the start of a sore throat.

"...really?" Peter asks skeptically.

"Sure. Maybe we'll make him a lab cat when he's older." When Peter scrunches his nose, Tony winces at what he accidently implied. "Not as a test subject. Yeesh. Like an office pet."

Peter sighs with relief. "Oh. Okay. Sounds good then." He crawls into bed and Tony drops his furry burden onto the bed once the teen settles. The kitten happily curls up against Peter and purrs loudly when Tony affectionately scratches it's head.

"I have some work to do so Mom will probably be the one to bring in your soup and the cat stuff."

Peter nods. "Kay...thanks Dad."

"Stay in bed unless--"

"I know. I know."

Unless there's an emergency or if Tony or Stephen give him the okay. The engineer pats the teens head and leaves the bedroom and Peter turns on his tv, asking Karen to put on one of the Star Wars movies. Halfway through the movie, the teen turns his attention to the kitten curled against him and he props himself up to regard the small creature.

"I guess you need a name huh?" The tabby continues to snooze away and Peter smiles. "I could give you a Star wars name but then Dad would never stop griping and moaning." The teen gently scratches behind tiny ears. "Oh I know!" Peter says with a grin. "I'll go Disney instead. Tibbs! You kind of look like a Tibbs anyway."

"Is it sad that I know that comes from A Hundred and One Dalmations?" Stephen asks from Peter's open doorway and the boy laughs.

"Maybe a little? It also means I've succeeded in beating Disney stuff into your head."

"It will just be filed away with seemingly useless music trivia." Stephen drawls as he steps in with a bowl of soup in one hand and a couple bags of cat supplies in the other.

The soup was immediately handed to the teen once he sits up fully, and the bags were dropped onto Peter's desk. The sorcerer uses his magic to set up everything in the teen's room, with the explanation that it would probably be broken or made a mess of by the team if they set up the food and water bowls out in the kitchen, and then gently picks up the kitten who mews at being disturbed from his nap. Peter was pretty sure the tabby forgave Stephen though as soon as he was introduced to food and water because Tibbs practically inhaled the food. Once he finished with his meal, he kept himself entertained with his new ball and Stephen chuckles as he sits next to Peter. The occasional tinkle of Tibbs' ball and Peter's movie being the only things to fill the comfortable silence.

"I think Tibbs is a good idea for you." Stephen says after a couple of minutes.

Peter looks up from his soup. "What do you mean?"

"He might help with your sensory attacks."

"Huh...I never thought of that. I thought you liked when I came to you with those though."

Stephen smiles softly. "Maybe Tibbs can be an emergency anchor if me or Tony aren't here." He takes the empty bowl when Peter finishes his soup and sets it on the nightstand. "Have you gotten any sleep?"

Peter shakes his head. "Wasn't really tired. Just felt crappy."

"What about now?"

"A little now that I ate." The teen admits with a small yawn.

"Is Tibbs going to bother you?" Stephen asks as the tabby races across the floor to chase after his ball.

"Nah. Will he bother you?"

"Are you asking me to stay?"

"Only if the cat won't bother you."

"Move over Spiderling."

Stephen gets into the bed next to the teen and allows the boy to curl up, and turns his attention to the tv once they both get comfortable. Peter was always clingier than usual when he wasn't feeling well so either he or Tony would cuddle up with him until he fell asleep. If it was just a nap, they stayed and just watched tv, worked, or read a book. Stephen decided on tv once he changed the movie, and also kept an eye on the new kitten to make sure it didn't tear anything up or have any accidents. From what little Tony was able to tell him when his husband found him to let him know Peter had gotten sick, the kitten was calm and friendly so it would hopefully be easy to train it.

Stephen started by scruffing Tibbs with his magic and setting him in his litter box when he started to sniff around. He wouldn't let an accident happen on his watch, and especially not when Peter wasn't feeling well.

#tony stark #ironstrange #peter parker #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily

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dancinginthecenteroftheworld · 5 years ago

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Nov 5: Cats (Jaime/Brienne pre-relationship)

Jaime checks the address of the animal shelter three times when he pulls up. It looks like an abandoned warehouse on the outside, the kind of place he expects to find someone making illicit drug deals in the back corner, nothing at all like the cheerful images of animals finding forever homes posted on the website.

The inside, at least, is more promising. The walls are painted bright colors (he recognizes one from the photos) even if he's hit with the smell of cat litter and wet dog as soon as he opens the door. There's a chorus of barking echoing from behind one of the sets of doors and the counter is empty. Jaime rings the bell and overs awkwardly in front of it, not entirely trusting the dingy, threadbare chairs.

A slight redhead comes out, barely older than his niece, and greets him with a smile.

"I'm looking for a cat," Jaime says. "It's a Christmas gift for my nephew and –"

"BRIE," the redhead hollers, her pleasant smile dropping from her face. "We have another one."

Another one of what, Jaime isn't sure, but he's distracted from wondering about it when the absolute tallest, blondest woman he's ever seen emerges and joins the redhead at the desk.

She's even taller than Jaime is, and he isn't exactly short. The woman also has the most stunning blue eyes and more freckles than Jaime thinks should be possible. Ugly, is his first thought, followed immediately by fascination at the way she strides to the counter and squares her shoulders like she's ready to fight.

"Animals aren't gifts," the woman says shortly, scowling at him. "We're here to find homes for these animals, not send them off to be abandoned again by someone they loved."

"It will have a home," Jaime starts, but she cuts him off again.

"For how long? Until your nephew stops taking care of it? And then his parents get annoyed and then what?"

Jaime opens his mouth, but the woman just keeps going.

"They don't want to take care of it, they don't want pets or they'd have already adopted a cat, and you just shove one at them. Then they're right back here, dumping the cats on us again, taking up cages and reducing the number of animals we can save. And on top of that, the cats have gotten attached, so now they don't understand where the human they've come to love is and why they aren't good enough anymore."

The woman is shouting but her eyes are glistening in a way that suggests she's about to cry. Jaime thinks she's taking it all too personally, but he also doesn't think arguing will help his case.

"It will have a home," he says again, and barrels on when the woman opens her mouth. He can play that game, too. "With me. I'm Tommen's legal guardian, so I'll be the one taking care of the cat."

The redhead breaks into a smile again at those words, though the tall blonde keeps glaring at him.

"Cats are a lot of work," she says. "Have you ever even owned a pet?"

"No," Jaime says. "But I don't mind a bit of work."

"Brie," the redhead says softly, looking between them.

Brie snorts.

"They'll claw your sofa," she warns. "And throw up on your fancy rugs and shed all over your expensive clothes."

Jaime isn't even wearing expensive clothes, not really, just jeans and a cashmere sweater, this is just getting ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, do you not want to find these cats a home?" he snaps. "Or are you just sad nobody wants to take you back to their house?"

Brie takes a deep breath and looks like she's about to say something, but the redhead sets a hand on her arm, and the taller woman deflates.

"You'll need to sign," she says, from between gritted teeth. "Saying you'll bring them back to us if you don't want them, not just dump them on the street, and if you return them you won't be allowed to adopt again."

"Fine," Jaime says. He expects her to go back to whatever she was doing before, but she stomps out from behind the counter and leads him through a set of doors.

There are, frankly, a lot more cats than Jaime expected. Racks of metal cages line the walls, three in a column, with at least one cat in each. Some of them have more than one, and the scent of litter is even stronger here. The cage floors are covered in newspaper, though some also have blankets.

Some of the cats are loud, meowing frantically as soon as the door opens, and others cower in the corner of their cages. One particularly energetic animal is climbing the wire door of his, flipping around, and coming back down again, wailing dramatically all the while. Another hisses as they walk by.

It's frankly overwhelming.

Brie leans against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at him.

Jaime strolls along the line of cages, watching as cats run and hide or stretch paws out to bat at him as he passes.

"Look, Brie," he says, after his third or fourth circuit.

"Brienne," she interrupts.

"Brienne," he emphasizes, rolling his eyes. "A little help would be nice."

"It's going to be your cat."

"Seriously, why do you even work here if you don't want to adopt these animals?"

"I want to adopt them. Just not to you."

"You don't even know me!" Jaime is almost shouting now. He runs his hands through his hair.

"I know enough," Brienne says mulishly. She jabs her finger at one of the cages. "This cat? Sweet, loving, and she's been brought back here twice. First was because her owner's daughter stopped cleaning the litterbox and that was the punishment. Second time, the owner redecorated and the fur didn't match and was easier to see on the new sofa, so back she comes. Just because money buys you whatever you like doesn't mean you get to treat living creatures like that."

"I'm not planning to!"

"Yeah, but have you thought this through? You clearly don't know anything about cats."

"Well, we can't all live in our apartments with seven of them and become spinsters," Jaime says, and is pleased when Brienne flushes a deeper shade of red. She barrels on anyway.

"What are you going to do when it gets sick? Or claws your favorite shirt? Let me guess – you don't know. You just thought about how cute it will be to see your nephew's face on Christmas morning, and everything else will sort itself out."

"What I thought," Jaime says, stalking closer. He can't loom over Brienne, not when she's taller than he is, but his anger is still a powerful force. "Is that my nephew is dealing with the death of his father, his mother being thrown into a mental institution and he's lonely and the only things he's spoken to since I took custody are stray cats on the street."

Brienne has the grace to look embarrassed, but she doesn't back down from where she's toe to toe with him.

"What I thought," Jaime continues. "Is that he loves cats more than pretty much anything, and the only time he had one, it disappeared and I'm pretty sure his brother was responsible. But since that brother is now in jail, maybe Tommen can finally get something he wants, for once in his goddamn life."

When Brienne finally speaks again, her voice is more subdued.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says. It sounds stiff, but sincere, and Jaime inclines his head in acknowledgement. "I just want you to understand how much goes into owning a pet."

"Well, as you pointed out, I'm rich. If the cat claws my shirt or my sofa or whatever, I'll buy a new one. If I get tired of cleaning the litter box, I'll hire a maid. I'm not going to bring the cat back. I could never do something like that to Tommen, after everything he's been through."

That seems to do convince Brienne, at least enough for her to ask some questions about Tommen and what he likes. Then she shows him a number of cats and kittens, insisting on bringing them out of their cages for Jaime to hold, although he really can't tell much difference between them other than furry or more furry, squirmy or less squirmy.

In the end, he settles on two kittens, because Brienne is of the opinion that an older cat with an established personality would be better, but Jaime has thought about Tommen's face on Christmas morning and he loves kittens so much that Jaime will take the risk, because apparently kittens are better behaved in pairs.

They're almost to the door when Jaime's attention is caught by a yellow card on the front of one cage, the number 2 scrawled on it in sharpie.

"Is that how long she's been here? Two days?" he asks.

"No," Brienne sighs heavily. "She's been here over a year. That's how long she has left until we have to put her to sleep."

Jaime peers into the cage. All he can really see is a pile of black fluff in one corner – he almost misses it at first.

"Is she sick?"

Brienne stares at him like he's being exceptionally dumb.

"No, but we can't keep animals here forever." She makes a clicking noise, and the cat's head perks up, amber eyes flicking over them both. "She's a sweet girl, but she's lazy and she's already 9 years old. She could have plenty of years left – my oldest cat is 17 and going strong – but most people are more excited about kittens."

Jaime feels guilty, suddenly, about the two playful kittens he's picked out. Tommen will love them, of course, probably more than a lazy cat, but he didn't know they killed animals if they weren't adopted.

"I'll take her too," he says impulsively.

Brienne gapes at him.

Jaime grins.

It looks like he's going to have three cats.

#november prompts #jaime/brienne #cats #ficlet #small town au

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curiositys-cat · 5 years ago

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... Can I suggest me own AU? The Lineage AU? You should be able to find it in the Lineage AU tag on my blog.

The stars, as always, are silent-- but the sky rages tonight.

Spottedleaf slips into her den. She does her best to keep it dry in here, but you can’t tell the rain from the rock out there. Shaking what she can of the storm from her fur, she trudges towards her nest and towards what she knows will be another sleepless night.

The dreams come often now-- infuriating flashes of blood and fire. It’s never useful. She just wakes up with her hackles raised and a new voice to haunt her day. Fire, she thinks. The world aflame-- and I will be the first to go.

The dreams do not tell her that in so many words, but she can feel it. Spottedleaf is fated to die.

Laying her head on her paws, she lets out a sigh. There’s nothing you can do when StarClan decides-- but she wishes that just this once, she could ask them why. She has seen so much death in this den that sometimes she smells the acrid taint of fester on the walls. Maybe, in a way, it will be a relief. All this pain will be someone else’s

But kits won’t just stop coughing when she dies. ThunderClan will suffer without a medicine cat.

She doesn’t hear the pawsteps over the rain, but she does catch his scent.

Firepaw, eyes wide and pelt still kittypet-soft, pokes a soaked head into her den. “Hello, Spottedleaf,” he meows. Her whiskers twitch in amusement at the note of trepidation in his voice.

“Firepaw,” she greets him.

He starts on a step in-- hesitates. Firepaw dips his head and meets Spottedleaf’s eyes. “Is it okay if I...come in here a little while?” He asks.

“You don’t have to ask permission to see the medicine cat.” Spottedleaf sees the reluctance locked in his hovering paw. “Of course you can come in.” Given permission, he skitters in, fur fluffed against the cold. “Although I’m surprised you’re not hiding in your den like the rest of us,” she meows.

Firepaw breaks her gaze. “Dustpaw filled my nest with mud again,” he says. “He keeps saying something about dirty blood-- I don’t really understand it.” His nose crinkles. “But I thought your den might be nicer than sleeping in dirt.”

“Grateful as I am that you think so highly of me--” And Firepaw’s eyes go wide, semi-mortified, “--Dustpaw can’t keep doing that. Have you told…?”

“I’m not telling Bluestar,” Firepaw interjects. “I can’t let everyone think that I run to her to solve all my problems. I can’t let them think I’m weak.”

Spottedleaf tilts her head to the side, re-evaluating Firepaw. He’s still soft, yes, but she can see the iron in his eyes, the root of him. “I think that’s wise,” she says, after a moment.

“Really?” Firepaw meows. “Graypaw said I was being a stubborn mousebrain.”

“Sometimes it’s best to do things yourself. But don’t forget-- if you do need them, your Clan is there behind you.”

“Some of them, anyway.” Firepaw’s eyes flash. “Dustpaw’s not the only one who has a problem with me.” His tail flicks at the cave floor, stirring scraps of leaf and dust together. “I’ll prove them wrong, though-- I’ll be a better warrior than Dustpaw’ll ever be.”

Where was this resilience in me, when I was an apprentice? Spottedleaf wonders. The sore spot in her heart gives a pang at the thought. “You have to understand,” she murmurs. “That the Clans are proud. Too much so, sometimes. They’re proud of their clanmates, of their skills, but mostly of their blood-- and to some of them, it’s hard to accept someone who doesn’t have that.”

“I don’t get it,” Firepaw says. “It just doesn’t-- it doesn’t matter.”

“If you want to stay, you’ll have to learn to understand it, even if you don’t accept it.”

“There’s no if,” Firepaw snaps. He takes a step back, his wet tail falling between his legs. “Sorry-- I didn’t mean--”

“My mistake.” Spottedleaf tips her head. “Let me think for a moment, how best to explain it.” She flicks her tail towards one of the dry nests she keeps for patients. “Why don’t you sit down?”

Firepaw nods too quickly and settles himself in the moss.

“To the Clans, blood isn’t just what runs through your veins. Every cat has blood, of course,” she explains. “But only certain cats have Clan blood. And that’s different. For many of us, it’s what makes us who we are.”

She nods at Firepaw. “Haven’t you noticed that you look different from the others? Smaller shoulders, lighter paws, a rounder face-- our appearances come from the blood, and it’s those traits that let us thrive. Tigerclaw could never be a WindClan warrior; he’s just not built for it.”

“If I train, though, I can get stronger,” Firepaw protests. “I hunt as well as Graypaw, now-- he’s not just better because he’s Clanborn.”

Spottedleaf weighs this. “That’s true. Hard work and natural talent can do a lot to bridge the gap there, but lineage has a deeper meaning than the size of your paws,” she says.

Firepaw shakes his head, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“The Clans believe that there’s a bit of our ancestors in all of us. If that’s true, then blood does matter-- for those with kind ancestors will act kindly, those who have led will lead again-- does that make sense?”

“And those whose ancestors have done bad things, what about them?” His brows knits and he frowns.

“That’s complicated.” Firepaw has a way of asking the worst questions.

“Cats aren’t their kin,” Firepaw protests. “Or their mentors, or anyone else-- they’re themselves.” He draws his back straight. “If I were my mother, I’d be in a twoleg den right now, eating hard food out of a bowl. But I’m not,” He declares.

“No,” Spottedleaf says softly, “You’re not.”

“So where does that leave me?” Firepaw shrinks again. To not know your place in the clan, to have no kin to fall back on, no names to add force behind your own-- it’s a hard path for a warrior to walk. Especially one with the raw energy of Firepaw; he’ll want to throw himself into this clan, and she worries for a moment that they won’t let him.

“You are unique,” she finally manages.

Firepaw sighs. “I’m alone.”

He doesn’t seem to want to say much after that, so Spottedleaf gives him space. She slithers deeper into her den to take another look through her herb store, see if she has anything to calm his nerves. While she’s in there, her eyes go bright in the dark. An idea.

She snatches a bundle of herbs in her mouth. “Firepaw!” She mumbles, barely able to get her mouth around the words. He looks up as she trots back into the main den. Spottedleaf places the herbs on the ground and meets the apprentice’s eyes, her tail curved victoriously above her back.

“Firepaw,” She says again, more clearly this time. “Can you come here, please? I need some help.”

He gets to his feet slowly, reluctantly-- but he does, and he walks over as requested.

She nods to the various leaves she’s strewn on the ground. “These got all mixed up in the storeroom. Would you be able to help me separate them out again?”

“I don’t--” Firepaw shakes his head. “I don’t know anything about herbs.”

“You don’t need to! Just use your nose.”

Spottedleaf starts to work through the scattering of leaves and flowers, placing the tansy by the entrance and the dock by the store. Other herbs make their ways into various piles-- but this she can do on automatic; as she moves, she keeps an eye on Firepaw.

“I’m going to check that nothing else has been mixed up,” Spottedleaf declares. “You keep going.”

She pushes into the next room and waits what she hopes is an adequate amount of time before emerging, eager eyes scanning the earth for signs of success.

There’s little to be found. He’s put astringent nettle with sharp catmint, tansy with elderflower-- not hard mistakes to make, especially in the dark, but telling nonetheless. Firepaw must notice Spottedleaf deflate, because his face lights with concern. “Did I do it wrong?” He asks. His paws chew the earth.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Spottedleaf says, but she can’t keep a note of sadness out of her voice. “Nothing that’s your fault, anyway.” She picks over to the piles and sorts them out properly. Firepaw doesn’t ask questions until she’s finished.

“Thank you for your help.” Spottedleaf rests her muzzle on Firepaw’s head for a moment to show him that she means it. “I know it’s hard to smell the differences between the herbs in this den.”

“Then why did you ask me to?” Firepaw says, more curious than accusatory.

Spottedleaf’s ears push back in embarrassment. “I wanted to see if-- maybe if you were cut out to be a medicine cat.” Firepaw looks just short of offended at the idea, but Spottedleaf can’t help but wish that she’d been right.

“It would be easier if you were.”

Firepaw looks around at the stacks of herbs, his face twisting with doubt. “It doesn’t seem like it.”

“There’s a lot to learn, but warrior training is nothing to sniff at either, if I remember it correctly,” Spottedleaf says. She doesn’t miss the gleam in Firepaw’s eyes at that, but he holds himself back this once. She’s grateful for it. “But it would make things...simpler.”

“How?” Firepaw shakes his head.

“Who are my parents, Firepaw?” Spottedleaf meets his gaze.

“I don’t...know,” he admits.

“And my ancestors?”

He shakes his head again, mute.

“My kits?”

“You don’t have any!” Firepaw pipes up, glad to know the answer to at least one of her questions. “Medicine cats aren’t allowed.”

Spottedleaf nods. “Just like we have no connections to kits, we have no connections to any kin-- we can’t be distracted. All of the posturing, all the blood and claims to greatness, we get to avoid it all.”

Firepaw cocks his head to the side, sizing up Spottedleaf. “Was Redtail your brother?”

A chill ripples along Spottedleaf’s spine. Her fur bristles before she can stop it, and she forces herself to stare at the wall until it lies flat again.

“Yes,” she manages.

A flash of pride jumps across Firepaw’s face, replaced by concern. He’s young, Spottedleaf reminds herself. He doesn’t know.

“I thought so,” Firepaw says. “It must be hard to lose kin like that.”

“Redtail stopped being my kin.”

Firepaw takes a step forward, indignant. “You can’t just unmake a brother, because you chose a different role than him. This whole thing-- it’s unfair-- that’s--he was--” Firepaw sputters. “Your brother!”

Spottedleaf slides her gaze to the apprentice. He stills under it, feeling the ice beneath her warm green eyes. She’s long learned to cease the creeping spring of sadness in her; letting looes the leafbare inside herself, she lets cold sweep it over until all is frozen and still.

That doesn’t mean it can’t still hurt. It just means that eventually, it stops.

“Not anymore.”

Firepaw is quiet for a moment, and Spottedleaf focuses on the thrum of rain into camp. The forest needed this rain. With rain, the fire might be stayed. Perhaps, with this, they would gain a moon.

“So you’re like me,” Firepaw says, placing his words carefully. “Alone, in a way.” He dips his head and looks at the ground “Do you miss the past, at all?” His voice is quiet. “Before you were a medicine cat? Do you miss the world before?”

Spottedleaf takes a shaky breath. She knows what Firepaw is asking. “Yes, Firepaw, sometimes I do.”

She lays her tail on his shoulders. “I was safe, then, and some things were easier. I was not so alone then. But,” she says, and this she says with a smile, soft with memory. “The path a medicine cat walks is not so lonely as you might think. I’ve always thought it was built on love.”

Firepaw’s shoulders tighten, but his ears twitch. He’s listening.

“The reason we don’t have kin is so that we don’t show preference, that we don’t love one more than the rest. Do you know what that means to me?”

Still tense, Firepaw shakes his head.

“It means that because I cannot love one above the others, I’ve learned to love them all. From bristly Sandpaw to sweet Dappletail, I care for them all as I would my own. The Clan have become my kin-- all of them.”

“All of them?” Firepaw asks, his eyes wide with the unspoken end to his question-- even me?

“All of them.”

Firepaw straightens up a bit, the tension rolling out of his shoulders-- not entirely, but it’s a start.

“All of ThunderClan,” he murmurs. “What about the rest?”

Spottedleaf is caught off guard. “The rest?”

“The other Clans.”

“I don’t know them,” she says. She has to be careful here. “But medicine cats will never turn down a cat in need, no matter their allegiance.”

Firepaw nods, resolute. Determination flares in his eyes, simple and ardent. “I think I understand,” he says. “I think I get it.” He turns. “Thank you, Spottedleaf.”

The rain pounds the muddy earth, turning rock to river. “Where are you going?” She asks.

“I’m going to talk to my friends,” he says. “And to tell Graypaw not to retaliate.”

“Small steps.”

“Small steps,” Firepaw affirms. Then he flicks his tail and pads away.

Something warms in Spottedleaf’s chest. For all the pain and loss and grief that she’s weathered in these moons, there’s something special from being the one to heal a wound. She puts the right herbs, the right words into place, and time does the rest.

Maybe StarClan will let her linger, be a messenger to set paws aright. She still wants to heal. Her paws itch for it, her heart strains-- it is not fair that StarClan is taking this from her, but perhaps it’s not the end.

Spottedleaf will keep her Clan steady, this life or the next. The storm rages, but her heart, for once, is calm.

#firestar #spottedleaf #warriors #wc #thunderclan #this took ages but! it's longer than I expected it to be #so have a full scene here #and I promise it does start to be abt the lineage thing a bit further in #c:#stormmodblog

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