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smollwriting · 4 years ago

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Momma cat

Tags: nicknames, use of parental title, mentions of food, crying and very very slight spoilers.

Hello everyone! Here's my first fic for this blog! I'm sorry if this isn't very good, like I said its my first! Besides that I've been watching shera and I need to release my love for catra into the world!

"Kit? I'm home..." Catra sighed heavily, leaning against the closed door and waited for the pattering of small feet and exited screams, only to droop when she heard none of those things.

"Kit? Where are you? Momma's home and she wants a nap with her cuddle bug!"

Her ears twitched side to side, searching for any noise. Nada. The mention of nap time usually works.

The feline slowly stalked around her small room, on full alert and ready for an attack.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Got you!"

In a flail of arms and legs a small head popped out with a pout written across their face.

"Mommaaaaaa! I almost got you!"

The smaller being sat in Catra's lap and poked at her cheeks to show their unhappiness at being caught.

"Exactly, almost! No one can beat me!"

Catra smiled and held her friend close, almost falling asleep from the crazy day she had.

It had been three months since she joined the rebellion, and she had been working hard everyday to prove that she could be trusted. It had really began to drain her, and that's when she found her friend, a fellow soilder who left the horde. Catra still remembered it like it was yesterday. A small frail soilder in the horde uniform had been dragged around the castle by guards. They had clearly abandoned their ranks many weeks before they had been found but it wasn't enough proof for any of the princesses to believe that they were not a spy.

Catra was the one on guard duty the day she properly met the escapee, and learnt their secret.

"Prisoner!! It's feeding time."

Catra shoved the plate full of food towards said person and eyed them up as they looked at her in hesitance.

They had never seen this much food in a single place, had never been looked after so well, even when they were at the top of their ranks! It quickly became to much and they immediately burst into tears, feeling themselves slip into a Headspace that was less then ideal.

"Woah- h-hey don't cry! It's okay please don't cry!"

Not good, how to comfort a crying person wasn't covered in any teachings from the horde or the princesses.

Catra was just about to run for help until she felt small hands wrap around her shoulders in a hug.

" am sowwy... "

"Momma!!"

Catra was pulled out of her day dream and back to present day.

"Shhh! It's quiet time kit. Inside voices."

"sowwy! But did you bring me sweets? Chu promised Chu would!"

A small smile spread to her lips as she hummed in thought.

"I dunno... Have you done your chores today?"

The smaller one nodded and grinned, tugging on Catra's arm in excitement.

"Have you done your training with Adora?"

The smaller one paused for a moment then nodded.

Catra smiled once again and slowly closed her eyes, only to be shaken awake by the rowdy toddler.

"MOOMAAAAAAAA YOU PROMISEEEED!"

Catra pretended to snore, trying her best to ignore all the shaking and poking and whines, only to give up her teasing when she heard soft sniffles.

"Alright alright, I brought you your sweets."

The toddler squealed and giggled, pleased that she was able to trick the all knowing catra.

The feline handed over a bag full of donuts and sighed, knowing she wouldn't get the nap she wanted for at least another hour. But at least her little kit was happy and that's all that mattered to her.

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leal-5 · 6 years ago

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Tomb of Time Destiny: Chapter 14

Erza POV

"HE WHAT?!" Juvia shrieked that night I told her.

"Jellal danced with me and basically told me he was..... Interested in me." I said with a sigh while plopping down on my bed.

Juvia stared at me for a moment before squealing. Loudly.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~ THAT'S SO CUTE!!! ASDFJKLASDFJKLASDJFKL- WAIT A MINUTE...." She turned her head towards me with an elated expression before realizing that I was neither squealing along with her or blushing. A dark heavy aura- a quirk that she probably picked up from me- settled around her as she asks me. "What did you tell him?!"

I fiddled with my thumbs. "I- It can't happen Juvia... We aren't from here! He is supposed to marry Carmen! For the safety of Fairy Tail! You've seen it yourself! They need as many allies as they can get!"

"What. Did. You. Tell. Him." Juvia ground out through clenched teeth, her hair flying in a medusa-like fashion to show how angry she was.

I bit my lip and looked away. "I told him I had a fiance..." I mumbled, but Juvia heard me loud and clear.

"......YOU WHAT!?" She roared loudly, threatening to take down the tower given the way it shaked. "How could you do that?!"

"He needs to forget about me! And since he won't really listen to my reasoning on why it can't happen, I lied! It's better this way!"

Juvia pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "And did it not occur to you that if we don't find a way back soon, that people will begin to ask questions of your supposed fiance?!"

"All the more reason to find Lucy and Levy faster." I said lay back on my bed with my arm draped over my eyes. I could hear Juvia pace for a few moments before taking a seat beside my bed.

"It can't happen Juvia. Time travel aside, you know why it can't happen."

"...Yeah, Juvia knows.."

I nod without moving my arm from its place. The last thing I hear as I surrender to sleep is Juvia whisper.

"Juvia has a bad feeling about the ball tomorrow..."

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In my dreams that night, I did all the steps Natsu taught me. And no, it wasn't the cool, romantic dreams, all about Jellal and his warm hands and strong arms, holding me. No, they were all the nerdy counting thing, freaking out when I missed a step. Call me a perfectionist but I just knew I was about to mess this up.

Juvia and I paced the room for hours before it began, already in our gorgeous gowns. Tonight, Ava's father would share with all his friends and acquaintances that two girls were here, looking for their sisters. In days we would know if one or both of them were here ...or if we were all alone.

With a sigh I open the door and we walk out of the room. We managed to make it down the steps without catching a toe in our skirts and tumbling all the way to the bottom. I thought that was a major plus. Natsu and Gajeel were waiting for us. Natsu grinned and said "Finally! Lets go I'm starving!"

I smiled and looked ahead, catching a glimpse of Jellal's blue hair and Carmen's light brown gown.

"Hurry up already!" Natsu said excitedly while grabbing my hand and pulling me. I let him because honestly, the last thing I wanted was to go to this party alone.

Juvia POV

I tried to ignore the pain in my thigh- which was now only a massive, purple-green bruise- and focused on not tripping. As a part of Ava's family party, I somehow represented them. I didn't want anything to get in the way them helping in us search. Like falling flat on my face in the middle of the dance floor. That would not be good.

I couldn't see Gray at the moment- there were hundreds of people in the big room- but I caught sight of Ava's father, and when he pointed in my direction and the man with him regarded me, I turned to Gajeel. "Could you tell Juvia where she can get some water to drink?"

Gajeel studied me suspiciously before saying "I'll get it for you."

I didn't argue, I mean, I already tried to run away once I can understand why he was unwilling to leave me on my own. I smiled in gratitude and he sauntered away in the direction of the kitchen. I walked over to a chair at one of the long tables and took a seat there. There were place cards among the hand-blown, red crystal goblets, in a delicate, artistic script, and I realized that they seated me in between Gajeel and someone else I didn't know.

I knew that upstairs was another grand salon- I remembered it from the tour. It was probably going to be where the dancing would happen after dinner. I cast aside my concerns over remembering the dances when I saw Gajeel, with my water, as well as Ava's father and a another man approaching me. I hurriedly took a sip before the men arrived, then set the glass down on the table before rising to greet them. Introductions were made. A description of Lucy and Levy was shared. The man had reach, across hundreds of miles, to the east of Fiore, he said, and he promised to tell everyone he knew to be looking for them.

"I'm curious does your mother resemble you?"

"Juvia is not certain, Juvia is an orphan. She was raised by her guardian with her sisters."

"Well, whoever she was," he said, leaning in toward me, "she must've been a lovely woman. The room is abuzz about you and your sister's beauty. With hair the color of the river, and such expressive eyes...." He leaned back, chin in hand. "If you choose to stay in Fiore instead of returning to Bellum, I have no doubt you could find a suitable husband."

I leaned back. How was I supposed to respond to that!? Why no, you creepy old man, looking at me like I'm a sweet little sow ready to be bred. I'm only seventeen! I have my whole life ahead of me!

Gajeel coughed and leaned in, suppressing a glare. "We are doing our best to convince them of course, sir."

I flashed a hesitant smile as the men laughed and patted Gajeel on the back. At that moment a servant called out that dinner was ready, and conversation moved to the long lines of tables as we all took our seats. I saw Gray and Ava then. They were hard to miss, seated directly across the twelve-foot-long table from me. I looked everywhere but at Gray, and he carefully did the same.

Red wine was poured into the goblets, and I was thankful I had sent Gajeel in search of some water. I needed to keep my wits about me, especially with the dance still ahead of us. I scanned the entire room trying to familiarise myself when I accidentally glanced in Gray's direction and found him looking at me. Our eyes met, held, and then he broke away. 'Juvia supposes he is still angry about the sword fighting incident.' I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. So I was caught off guard, so what?

I looked to Ava. "Ava," I said. "Juvia is very grateful to your father and you for your help in searching for Juvia's sisters."

She smiled at me. "It is our pleasure."

I understood her more in that moment. She wanted to help me; she truly was grateful. But I saw then that if she could reunite me with my beloved family, I would disappear from her life. Her worst nightmare was that I would decide to remain at Fairy Tail. 'Don't worry. Juvia will be out of your territory soon.'

But the thought of it sent a pang of grief through me as I look over to Gajeel. Oh, I would miss him so much! I think I'd even miss Natsu! With his loud raging self wanting to fight everyone. And especially Simon. Dear sweet Simon... Everything in me wanted to look at Gray in that moment, but I knew I could not. I might look at him and never look away. Instead, I focus on the food that was being served.

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly in relief when the music began about an hour later and people began leaving the tables. As much as I wasn't really excited about hitting the dance floor, it was bound to be less excruciating than sitting here, across the table from him. Ava's father still had more people to introduce Erza and I to, which might mean I could just do a few dances but spend most of my time talking.

Gajeel rose and pulled out my chair. Together with Erza and an 'all fired up' Natsu, we walked to the dance floor. Windows had been cast wide, letting the evening breeze flow through, perhaps so the music could flow out as well, to the locals below, eager to catch an echo of the fine party. I drifted over to one and looked around, but I saw no blonde or blue haired women.

I turned as Ava's father approached, introducing us to a stern, tall gentleman, who checked us out like he didn't trust us. Perhaps we were moving from friendliest to meanest in the crowd.

"Be careful around him," Gajeel whispered in my ear and I nodded in return. I had the immediate impression that this man missed nothing. That he could take in a room and name everyone in it from memory. He looked me over like he was going to paint my portrait later, slowly moving over every inch of my face. My skin pricked, and goose bumps ran down my back. Why, exactly, had Gajeel warned me about him?

Ava's father made the introductions, as he had with all the rest, but his tone was much more cool and aloof. Civil, but barely. What had this man, Mard Geer was his name, done? I only became more alarmed when Gray and Jellal appeared, to flank us. They had avoided us all evening. Were we in some physical danger with this Mard Geer guy?

But the man merely listened to our story, told by Ava's father, and studied me and Erza the whole time. As if our faces might portray some nuance that would give him insight. I fought the desire to squirm under his intense gaze.

"Bellum," he said. My jaw all but dropped when I realized he was speaking in french. He studies even more. "Ou habitez-vous exactement en Bellum?"

He was asking me where exactly did we live. I hesitated, panicking slightly as I tried to remember the map on the tomb wall .

"Near the border near Pergrande kingdom," I answered calmly in french. Erza and Lucy could barely speak french, perhaps I could make it seem believable if we live near the border.

His lips thinned in a wise smile. "Je connais bien la frontière, " he said.

My heart skipped a beat. Just my luck. The dude knew it well.

"Ou est votre maison situee?"

He wanted to know where our home was, specifically. I try to remember the terrain on the map. "Un manoir pres de la riviere." Near the river.

"Ahh," he said approvingly. "Un endroit charmant."

I don't think I took a full breath until he finally nodded and disappeared into the crowd. Erza reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. Had he bought it? I didn't think so. Not really. Ava's father took a deep breath, made his excuses and departed, and Gray turned to the window. "So, Juvia assumes you should have warned her of him."

"Yeah," Gray said.

"Why?"

"He is a wizard suspected of spying for Phantom Lord," he said lowly. My eyes widen and look to Erza who mirrored my expression. If he's a wizard he could be more dangerous than we anticipated. But how did a suspected spy of Phantom Lord remain in the upper crust of Fiore society when emotions ran so hot? The guy had to be buying his way in, somehow. Wasn't that how it was done, regardless of the era? Or dimension?

"Come on, Erza," Natsu said, trying to lighten the mood. "Lets see if you remember the steps!"

The floor erupted in polite applause as the previous song ended. Some moved from the lines, others moved into them, as Natsu and Erza did. I look at Gajeel but found him purposefully avoiding my gaze. I pouted a little and he rolled his eyes. "One dance." he grumbled and I smiled and nodded. I refrained from looking for Gray and Ava, and focused only on Gajeel, determined to get the steps right.

The music- performed by a small orchestra of lutes, flutes, and violins- began again. We moved in time to it, and I gasped at the glory of everyone doing the same move at the same time. It was as if I was a part of society in a whole new way, connected to them all, in this shared experience. How I wished we would dance like this in my own time! It was refined, flirtatious, fun. I clapped in perfect time and turned, smiling back at Gajeel.

"That...wasn't bad at all," he whispered, nodding at me in admiration.

"I had a decent tutor," I whispered back. He rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the slight smile forming on his face.At that moment Carmen's cousin, the guy that had been eyeing Erza before we arrived in town, approached, and Gajeel reluctantly released me into his care. I danced with him next, then two others.

Seriously. If the guys were this hot in this dimension, their had to be some in our dimension right? I had to convince Erza, Levy, and Lucy to leave the ruins and go to the city. It would make our summers so much more fun.

But then Mard Geer came near, and the hair on the back of my neck stuck up again.

"Sorry sir." Gajeel tried to intervene, again at my side. "But Juvia promised the next dance to me."

"I will wait," he said, bowing his head a little, still staring at me. Was that a tiny smile on his lips? My heart skipped a beat. There was no way I could have an extended conversation with the man.

We moved off, and I fumbled through the steps this time, too aware that Mard Geer was boring two holes into me with his stare. "Do I have to dance with him?" I whispered, as Gajeel came by me again in our group's circle.

"Just once," he said, angrily. "Make it through, and you can fake a headache. I'll lead you out."

"All right," I said.

I clapped with little enthusiasm for the end of the song, and then he was there, in front of me, offering one hand, palm up. He was over six feet tall, about forty. And he never released me with his dark eyes.

I took a misstep, and he began to count with me in a low, whispered French. "That's it, Juvia, that's it," he said, as if soothing a lost kitten. As far as I knew, few dared to speak to a relative stranger using their first name. It was reserved for people who really knew you. People who'd earned it.

I concentrated on my count and steps, looking over his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. I was proud of myself for not messing up again, then got all irritated at the thought of his believing it was because he counted for me, like a patient instructor. We were on the last round. I took his hand again and then couldn't resist staring back into his eyes. He was handing me a slip of paper. There was the tiny smile again. A smile of victory, like he had me already.

The dance ended, and I slipped the note into my waistband and clapped, side by side with the tall man. He smiled and leaned over to me, as if to thank me for the dance, but instead he whispered, "Make your excuses and meet me alone, out in the courtyard, in the far corner. En toute hate, s'il vous plait." 'In all haste, please. Hurry.' He smiled and then nodded cordially before sauntering off, as if he was your average dance partner, off to catch a cup of punch or something.

Gajeel arrived. "Are you alright?" he whispered, taking my elbow. "You look ill. What did he say?"

"Nothing, nothing," I muttered.

"Do you want to leave?"

"No. Not yet." I had to shake him, if I was to read the note in privacy. "Gajeel, would you please get Juvia another glass of water?"

He studied me a moment and then left.

I looked around for Erza and found her chatting with Natsu. Meeting my gaze I motioned that I would be right back. She nods and mouths 'be careful' to me and I nod in return before moving around a pillar and down a small hallway. Finding a door unlocked, I slipped inside and moved over to the window, where the moon was just barely bright enough for me to read the note.

'Votre recherche se termine avec moi. Je sais ou est votre soeur.'

Your search ends with me. I know where your sisters are.

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