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arknights-imagines · 3 years ago

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Hello! When I saw yoyr notif, I have never clicked on a notif so fast in my life. It's been quite a while Exe! So excited for this event. May I please have one Opera Cat Boy (Phantom) for take out? Thank you! (P.s. I'm actually dying over here coz I can't choose between Phantom and Exe, but Mr. Singing Gentleman don't have much love here, so time to drown him with affection and love! Wheeee!)

-Ocean [the pun is intentional, btw. ;)]

Omg aaa look at all of them the amount of Phantom requests I've gotten is crazy 😮 tysm!! I really really hope everyone enjoys this one 🥺, I put some extra love into it svhsgshs 💞

From, Phantom

Valentine's Day Letter and Date Event

As you head through the Rhodes Island Landship quietly, returning to your room for the night, you can't help but admire all the Valentine’s Day decor adorning the halls. You can still sense the lingering mirth and delight of the Operators and staff who were amassing in the hallways preparing for the celebratory day; though now, the halls are dark and silent.

A yawn comes from you, and you stretch your arms as you near your room door - however something in the shadows causes you to go still. A pair of azure eyes low to the ground stare into your own wide ones.

It’s Miss Christine, sat patiently outside the door of your room. As you approach, whispering her name in question, her pair of tails flick side to side and her eyes peer up at you. You tilt your head to the side, you crouching low and gently petting the top of her head; you’re worried for a moment, wondering if she maybe got separated from her owner. That is before you notice the cat is carrying something in her mouth.

From her, you take in your hand a carmine red envelope closed with a seal of white wax; the corner previously in Miss Christine’s mouth is a little wet, but apart from that the envelope is in pristine condition. From the wax that’s pressed neatly and the spotlessness of its crimson paper, it’s very clear the letter was handled with sincere care - such points to only one person.

You smile softly - you have the slightest assumption as to what’s going on here with Miss Christine and the red envelope, however you don't speak on it. Instead, you stand to unlock your room door. When you head further into your room to take a seat on your bed, Miss Christine follows and jumps atop your nightstand. You watch as she circles then sits beside the hand-crank music box there; she purrs and paws at it. Your eyes soften as you mutter quietly, “I like the music box a lot too, Miss Christine”, and the events of Christmas return to your thoughts. You wonder what your lover, a certain Feline, has planned this time.

A meow from the cat returns you to reality; your attention falls to the envelope in your hands. You finally open it, pulling a sheet of paper filled with oh-so-familar cursive handwriting from inside; Miss Christine watches you as your twinkling eyes begin reading the rows of words.

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My darling [name],

I dearly hope this letter has come to you safely; I’d have delivered it to you myself, or perhaps even told you these words I’ll shortly write whilst I look into your eyes, but I’m afraid I can’t as I have much to plan for us. I’ll entrust the delivery of my letter to Miss Christine. I hope this will be enough.

I can imagine curiosity dancing on your face now…but I can't share more with you, not yet. When it is time, I promise you I’ll reward you for your patience, little kitten.

A romantic occasion is nearing; yes, Valentine’s Day. A time capturing intimacy and tenderness, it is a joyous time for many. In the past, when I did not have to hide in the darkness, I used to watch the sweetness of Valentine’s Day. In Victoria, couples would come hands intertwined to shows performed by myself and those I travelled with; they always imbued the theatre with warmth and mirth. It would even influence me from time to time. Yes, a marvellous sight it was.

Though; while I was not lonely back then, I also did not have a lover nor anyone I cherished enough to wish to spend Valentine’s Day with. Then Oripathy ended everything. Since then, I was certain I would never be allowed the chance to love someone deeply. No one should linger with me and the darkness for too long, it’s not something anyone should have to bear. And so it astounds me, [name], how you remain with me today.

Though you’ve seen me as I am, the lives I’ve ended, the darkness that follows me no matter where I go, you have refused to leave my side. You have loved me despite it all. Little kitten, I’m truly undeserving of the love you've given me, but I am ever grateful.

I could write you a lifetime of love letters….but unfortunately, I don’t have a lifetime. Oripathy, my Infection, won’t allow me one. In the past, this wouldn't trouble me so. Tell me, [name], is it because of you that I selfishly wish to I live my life in full now? I’ve never really thought about that, devoting my living years to anything. But now, I see.

Little kitten, my love for you is so profoundly earnest; not only for Valentine's Day, but always. It’s like a flame burning within me. It almost hurts…like it'll kill me.

If I continue to say those three words I yearn so awfully to say, I’ll become yours forever. [Name]; for me, there is no turning back after this step. But…would that be so bad? To belong with you? The love I desire to share with you, one that lasts for eternity, can't happen without a little faith. Then, perhaps…I should give believing a try.

My little kitten, my only [name]; I love you. Now, always, and forever. I’ll do as you wish and should you ever desire me, I’m always here.

Something came over me, I’ve lost my way with my thoughts and words; this letter is meant to be for the occasion of Valentine’s Day. I deeply apologize, little kitten.

The memories of Christmastime still linger in my mind. The sight of music box and the letter I gifted you for Christmas placed near your bed side at Rhodes Island is something my thoughts seem to often drift to. My past nights have been spent thinking about how I may celebrate Valentine’s Day with you. Finally, I believe I’ve thought of something fitted perfectly for us, and it’s time for the show to begin.

No need to go looking for me, little kitten, everything has been arranged. If you wouldn’t mind, dress for a grand occasion before you leave. An ever generous colleague of ours has offered to escort you safely to where we will meet; when you see her, please relay my gratitude.

Once more, I love you deeply; [name], my little kitten. I hope it will not be much longer until I am able to see you.

Everlastingly yours,

Lucien

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Your heart is racing as you come to the conclusion of Phantom’s letter. The sincerity in every one of his handwritten words is almost tangible; a warmth you’re unable to describe spreads to your whole body, as if the Feline has come and wrapped you in the warm black cloak he wears.

The addendum written at the bottom of the paper includes a floor number and room number on the Rhodes Island Landship. You notice that Phantom is pointing you towards Rhodes Island’s Motor Pool - where the aircrafts and land vehicles are kept. You grin at the letter, then at Miss Christine; and with that, you begin preparing to leave.

You dress in carefully chosen clothing - Miss Christine seems to purr in approval when she sees your completed outfit -, safely tuck Phantom’s letter on your person, then finally you head out the door of your room with the cat trailing behind you.

You’re surprised when you enter the Motor Pool and approach the lot number written by Phantom as you’re greeted by Blue Poison, who’s leaning against a sleek black car. “[Name], hey. Happy Valentines to you and Phantom.” She grins a little at you, and when she looks at your outfit her eyes widen, “You’re glowing. He’s going to be speechless when he sees you.” Your cheeks warm a little at her words, but before you can reply she’s already opened the door to the car and motioning for you to hurry inside.

When you and Miss Christine settle into the passenger seat of the car, you turn to the Anura and thank her; she shakes her head, however, explaining how she still owes Phantom from a while ago. She wastes no time and starts to drive.

At last, Blue Poison halts the car in a quiet city square of Victoria; you quickly give her thanks once more before exiting the car hastily. Your gaze looks this way and that - it’s captured by a Feline clad in a rich suit stood on the sidewalk in front a grand building. As Miss Christine runs towards her owner, you follow behind her and eagerly call his name, “Lucien!”

Phantom looks up - the copper of his irises twinkle as he meets your eyes and tenderness fills his countenance. He seems breathless as he speaks to you, “Little kitten, you’re finally here.” Miss Christine circles his ankles and earns herself a moment of his attention, “Yes, you as well, Miss Christine. Many thanks for your help.”

You grin gently, then take a moment to observe your surroundings - the streets are quiet as only one or two people pass, and notice that you and the Feline are stood in front of a time-worn theatre. You look back at him in inquiry, “What are we doing here tonight?”

In reply to your question, the Feline unearths from an inner pocket of his suit coat a pair of theatre tickets and places one in your palm; his hand lingers there, “I wanted you to see a musical play today, for Valentine’s. But...” Phantom sighs slightly, fingers going to the Oripathy Monitor around his neck, “With this device pressing on my throat and my Infection tainting my voice, I can’t give you a show worthy of your audience…but we still may enjoy one alone together. So late at night, the theatre will be almost empty, though the actors will take the stage with their best even so.”

Smiling at him sweetly, you lace your free hand with the Feline’s. “I’d love to, Lucien.” Your eyes glance down at the ticket he gave you - your eyes glimmer and your lips fall agape. It reads “Phantom of the Opera” as the play you and the Feline will be watching.

Phantom slides his hand upwards in order to link your arm with his own; he turns to face the doors of the theatre with an affectionate smile and emanating a love you fail to describe, “Come now, my little kitten. The show will start very soon.”

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hybridsimp · 2 years ago

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The kitten I found…is a hybrid? -hybrid inumaki toge x reader

A/n- hello everyone this is my first fanfiction I hope you enjoy it and maybe give me requests from anyone,from anime to BTS, Fluff to smut

Description-Fluffy and cute

Summary-you were walking home in the rain from you job at the pet cafe and see a white kitten with purple marks on there face you decided to take it your home

Some time I wonder why I feel alone when I have so many people with me. I just wonder“Y/N” huh? I turn and see Jake standing there. “Yes?” I said not really understanding what he wants. I get a look from him saying really girl, he rolled his eyes at me. “Y/n it’s closing time” he said then walked away from me and into the back room. I look at the time and see it is closing time, I get up and grab my jacket from my chair. How long was I in a trance staring at the rain. “BYE JACK” I yelled while walking out the door into the cold wet rain. “Gosh its cold out here” I said to myself then started walking home. It started to rain harder, I look around and find a spot that can keep me out of the rain for a bit. I walk a bit faster to get there but when I did, I’m just glad I got there when I did. I sat down on the bench and looked around because I had nothing to do. Huh? What’s that? I get up and walk over to the box and see a kitten, the kitten looked like it needed a bath. It so cold that kitten was shaking, so I only did the thing I could think of. I grabbed the kitten and put them in my jacket. When I knew the kitten was safe in my jacket, I ran home, slipped a few times but still made it home safe. I grabbed my keys from my pocket and unlocked my door. As soon as I walked in the heat from the heater hit me. I let put a sigh and closed my door, I took off my shoes and jacket. I walked to my bathroom with the kitten in my arms then set them down when we were in the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door and started a warm bath for the kitten. When the water was at a good level I turned the water off. When I was done with that I turned around and softly picked up the cat. The cat just looked at me unsure, I turned to the water with the kitten in my arms. I slowly set the kitten in the water, the kitten relaxed when they touched the warm water. “Hey little one you like the bath” I asked the kitten knowing that I wouldn’t get a good reply. Meow to my surprise the kitten gave me a meow in reply. I start to grab the shampoo and rub it into the kittens fur. The kitten starts to purr while I rubbed that shampoo in. I laugh a little and continue wash the kitten. I wonder what gender is this kitten. I look at the kitten for a moment and picked the kitten up and see it’s a boy. I hurry up and grab a towel that I have on my towel rack and rap him up in it. I carry him to my room and set him down on my bed with the towel still around him. I go to my table and grab my hair dryer, I brought it to my bed and plugged it up. I turned it on to the lowest setting not to scare him. When I saw it did not scare him, I started to blow dry his fur. It took a bit, but when it was done he looked so cute. Also a fluff ball but a cute one, I picked him up and gave him a kiss on his head, then set him down again. I grabbed my towel and blow dryer then put them back up to where they go. Meow I turn around and looked at the kitten “oh you mush be hungry” I said and grabbed the kitten. I ran us to the kitten and set him down on the kitchen counter. I started to look around the kitchen for food that he can eat. I saw some tuna and grabbed it, I put some in a bowl and gave it to him. He sniffed it then started eating, then it hit me, what should I call him?,does he have a name?. “Hey little one what should I call you” I asked the kitten, then realize that he can’t speak. Im so dumb “right you can’t speak” I said then started thinking about what to call him. Whitey no! Jim no no! “ how about silver” I said not realizing that I said it out loud in till I hear a meow in agreement. “ You like that name?” I asked him he gave me a cat like nod. “ Ok, so your name is silver” I asked to him, I looked down at his bowl and see it is empty. So I grab it and put it in the sink to wash after dinner. I look at the clock on the oven and see it is my dinner time. I walk to my cabinets and grabbed corn, mashed potatoes mix and set it on the counter. Then went to the fridge and grabbed steak to cook. Once I had everything I started cooking my dinner.

It took awhile to cook but when it was done it was so good. I saw silver looking at the plate with the food. I grabbed some on my steak and set it in front of him. He looked at me then bad at the steak. He slowly lowers his head to the meat and eats it. I then hear my alarm SHOOT I let my plate on the counter and ran to my room. I grabbed my sleep wear and changed, when I was done I turned around to my door and see silver sitting there. He looked red, that not good I ran to him and picked him up to see if he is ok. When I come across nothing, I looked back at his fast and see he’s not red anymore. “Huh, I must be tired” I said, must be seeing things. I walked us to my bed and laid him down on my bed. I went to my door and closed it, then I turned off the light. I walked back to my bed and moved my covers so so I could lay down. Once I was good on my bed I grabbed silver and put him on the pillow by my pillow. “Goodnight silver” I said and fell asleep with him by my head.

I woke up by my alarm, when I sat up I did not see silver anywhere in my room. My door was open, but that’s very weird I closed it last night. Before I went to bed last, I slowly got out of my bed and walked to my kitchen. I see a boy around my age standing there cooking. I try not to make any Noice so he doesn’t see me. But I end up falling on the floor, which caused him to look at me and stop cooking. He gave me a smile, now that I got a closer look he has the same markings that silver had. “Hey master” he said, hold up master. I looked at him like she is insane, who is he? Why is he in my house? Why did he call me master?. “ wait where’s silver” I say and start looking around and don’t see him anywhere in the kitchen. I get up off the floor and go to run but he grabbed my wrist. I try to get him to let go but he does not let go of my wrist. “Master it’s me silver” I hear him say well it kinda sounded like he was begging me to believe him. “Silver is a cat not a human” I told him it sound more harsher then I wanted it too. He looked upset, it hurt me a bit thinking that I hurt him. All of a sudden my kitten was standing where that boy was. I was so baffled, that ai fell down again. Then the boy was back but he had cat ears and a tail. “Hello my real name is toge inumaki or silver” he said with a smile. I could not help but grab him and hugged him with a smile of my own.

That’s how I found out the kitten I saved was a hybrid the end.

I hoped you all like it and I’m sorry if you did not I tried my best.

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bookswitchcraftandcats · 4 years ago

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Thomastair Adopt A Cat (Part 1)

This is a oneshot based on a series of headcanons I posted a few months ago, I’ll link the post this is based off of here. I will make a master list soon, I just have like 12 things written out to be posted this week so I want to wait until next weekend to make that. Thanks for reading!

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Alastair was walking home from patrol on a rainy, miserable night. He was soaked and he could barely see. He couldn’t wait to get home to the warm fire and more importantly his boyfriend. He and Thomas had just recently bought a flat together and he was head-over-heels in love. They had been enjoying their time together and even went on a small trip to Paris a week ago to go to an art exhibit.

He was smiling as he got closer to home, though he couldn’t see any of the lights on. Thomas was probably out getting into trouble with his friends or having dinner with his family. He would have the apartment nice and warm by the time he got home, he was probably going to get stuck walking in the rain too.

Alastair had almost reached the building when he heard a small meow from an alleyway. He turned and saw a small kitten shivering in a puddle of rainwater. Before he even knew what he was doing he picked up the kitten and tucked it into his coat. He continued home wondering what Thomas would think of their new pet.

He walked into the flat and lit the fire before changing out of his wet clothes and getting a towel for the cat. He sat by the crackling fire with the cat on his lap, he had gotten a small plate of leftover chicken because it looked so skinny. The cat ate it up gladly. They would have to go to a pet store tomorrow to get some proper food for it, he thought while scratching it’s tiny head, and they also needed to come up with a name.

He was just getting up to get another cup of tea when he heard someone unlocking the door and a rain-drenched Thomas walked into the flat. He saw the little cat in Alastair’s arms and tilted his head in surprise.

“Whose cat is that?” he asked while walking into the bedroom to get dry clothes.

“It’s ours now,” said Alastair with a smile. Thomas just laughed and took the cat from his arms, the cat curled into his chest and purred.

“I think she likes you,” Alastair noted while they walked back into the kitchen. Thomas poured himself a cup of tea and they both sat at the table.

“What is her name?” He asked, Alastair shrugged.

“I haven’t really thought about that yet, any ideas?”

Thomas looked thoughtful at the little ball of fluff.

“Cat?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You want to name our cat Cat?” Alastair asked with a laugh.

“Any better ideas?” Thomas questioned. Alastair thought for a moment before deciding.

“Cat it is then.” Alastair said reaching to pet Cat.

They then walked off to bed and fell asleep with a very content kitten curled up between them and happy as can be.

The next morning Thomas decided to bring the cat with him to the Devil’s Tavern to meet the rest of The Merry Thieves. He might have looked a bit odd walking through the streets of London carrying a cat but he didn’t have much else to do that day and it was worth it to see the look on his friends faces when he walked in holding a cat.

“What is that Tom?” Mathew asked reaching out to take the cat from him as soon as he walked in. James put down his book and raised an eyebrow in surprise at his parabatai holding a kitten.

“This is my new cat,” Thomas replied, putting his coat on the coat rack and walking over to the table. It quickly became a game of pass the cat as James took the animal from Mathew and scratched it’s head. It purred with delight.

“What ho! What have you brought here Tom?” Christopher asked, finally walking away from his current experiment.

“It is a cat!” Mathew exclaimed excitedly, “What is her name Tom, you haven’t told us yet.”

“We named her Cat,” He said, placing her on the floor. She walked over and layed in the center of the floor, staring at the group of boys and flicking her tail happily.

“It is a fitting name for her,” James responded, “I’m afraid we can’t stay long today though, me and Math have patrol in an hour and must be on our way.”

Mathew stood up and grabbed his coat, “Goodbye Tom, goodbye Cat,” He said walking out the door and his parabatai was not far behind.

“I suppose I should be getting the cat back to the apartment soon,” Thomas said, scooping the kitten into his arms, “Let me know how your experiment works out Kit.”

Christopher nodded to him as he walked out the door and back home to Alastair.

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#thomastair #thomastair adopt a cat #thomastair fluff #fluff #one shot #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #the merry thieves #the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles

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just-a-poor-boy-queen · 3 years ago

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Rescued Kittens

Credit goes to anon who requested Freddie and Jim finding and caring for abandoned kittens

When Jim returned home from the Savoy that evening, he hadn’t expected to find a battered, crumbling cardboard box sitting outside the gate to Garden Lodge in the pouring rain. He especially hadn’t expected to open said box and find three tiny, shivering kittens huddled inside, mewling in fear as thunder rumbled in the distance.

The sight itself was enough to break a grown man’s heart. Blinking back tears, Jim shrugged off his coat and carefully wrapped the crying babies inside it to protect them from the torrential downpour. As soon as he was indoors, he carried the bundle into the lounge, where Freddie was tinkering away at the piano. When the singer noticed his drenched husband, he smiled sympathetically and stood up to greet the Irishman with a kiss as usual.

‘Hello darling.’ He leaned forward and gently pecked Jim at the corner of his mouth. ‘Absolutely abysmal weather, isn’t it? Why don’t you head upstairs and change into some dry clothes?’

Jim didn’t respond; he folded back his coat to reveal three tiny heads. As soon as the Persian saw them, his face fell, and his eyes went wide.

‘Oh my God!’ He immediately reached over and took one of the dripping wet kittens into his arms. ‘You poor, poor darlings! What happened?!’

‘Some bastard just left them outside the gate.’ Jim’s voice was tight, eyes burning as he desperately tried to keep himself from breaking down. Perhaps he was being soft, what his old Da would have called a nancy boy; but knowing that someone was capable of abandoning such small, innocent creatures in the middle of a thunderstorm was almost too much for him to bear. ‘I’ve no idea how long they’ve been out there, but they’re soaked through.’

Freddie cradled the kitten close to his chest, almost in tears himself as the little one desperately nuzzled into his sweater, searching for warmth. ‘I don’t understand how anyone could be so heartless. I’ll ask Phoebe to put the fire on and we’ll get them properly warmed up.’

Ten minutes later, Jim and Freddie were sitting on the rug by the fireplace, the kittens now comfortably nestled in a thick, pink blanket that Joe had put through the tumble dryer. Though he wasn’t by any means an expert, Jim knew that they had to warm them gradually, in case they were suffering from hypothermia; they sat for hours, gently rubbing the kittens periodically to raise their body temperature while Phoebe stood by with a tiny bowl of water in case they were dehydrated. In the early hours of the morning, two of the kittens were strong enough to walk; Freddie tucked them up in the old straw basket Romeo used to sleep in, where they were currently being groomed by Delilah. The tortoiseshell had been hanging around the lounge ever since the kittens first set foot in the house and was now mothering them as if they were her own.

‘Don’t worry, darlings.’ Freddie murmured. ‘Your auntie Delilah will look after you.’

The third kitten, clearly a runt, was still in a sorry state. Jim held him throughout the night, carefully monitoring his temperature while Freddie sat at his side, refusing to go to bed until he knew the poor baby was okay. Joe mentioned something about a vet, but a quick glance outside did away with that idea; it was raining so hard the gutters had burst, flooding the roads. Trying to get a car through the storm was out of the question.

The rain eventually stopped during the early hours of the morning, and as the sun crept in through the curtains, the runt in Jim’s arms gave the tiniest meow, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

A few weeks later, the new arrivals at Garden Lodge were scampering around their new home and getting under everyone’s feet, as if they had been there their entire lives. Despite already owning seven cats, Freddie was adamant that they keep all three of them; and while Phoebe wasn’t overly enthusiastic about having ten felines roaming the house, he was too fond of the little buggers to protest. Delilah took to the role of mother immediately and wherever she went, three grey balls of fluff were always close behind her. Any cat who tried to mess with them faced the wrath of Delilah’s claws.

Because Jim had been the one to rescue them, he was given the honour of coming up with names – the three British Blues were christened Freesia, Azalea and Rose, after Freddie’s favourite flowers.

Awwwww oh my heart this is so cute! Jim and Freddie tearing at the sight of the three shivering babies, and then snuggling them to keep them warm.... oh god😭😭

(Lemme just take this opportunity to add that if you find stray kittens, make sure that you bring their body temperature to normal before feeding them. Do not feed them until they're at the right temperature (varies for kittens depending on how old they are). Sorry, this is my neo natal kittens obsessed brain speaking)

And ahhhhhh mother Delilah! Does that make Jim and Freddie grandpas of the babies??? Also, such lovely names for the new members of the garden lodge family!!

(More drabbles by writer anon)

#ask response #anon writing #jim hutton #freddie mercury

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thinkyoureholy · 5 years ago

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Soul Eater [14]

[its sad boi hours my dudes...in the first part at least]

Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Demon!AU

Words : 3.8k

Previous Chapter. - Next Chapter.

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-3rd Person P.O.V-

Yunho kept his head down as he walked, cradling Nala in his right arm as he tried to shield her from the rain. Even though it was raining he couldn’t find himself to hurry up and head to wherever the hell he was going. He just wanted to stay out in the rain a little longer. He just wants to feel something, anything but the searing pain he felt in his chest. He’s never felt a pain this overwhelming before in his life. He thought he had experienced heartbreak before but nothing could’ve prepared him for how he felt now. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry, cry until he had no more tears to shed and he knew that even when he reached that point still more tears would come.

He always knew something like this would happen, he even tried to prepare for it but he didn’t think it would happen this soon. Yunho was anything but stupid, he picked up on her change of behavior quickly. At first he wanted to think nothing of it but the more he thought it over the more it made sense. She was acting kinder, more attentive, more affectionate, something that just wasn’t like her. She was trying to leave him with good memories before she disappeared from his life forever. He wanted to ignore it at first, cherishing the moments she would allow him to hold her and vice versa but he never could ignore it for too long. There would be times when he’d wake up in the middle of the night, Y/N tucked under his arm as she lay her head on his chest, sound asleep. He always found himself staring at her face intently, committing every one of her features to memory. He would silently ask her, beg her not to leave him, to never leave him alone but none of it made it through to her. In the end she decided to leave him without even telling him about it first.

‘How could she just decide that all without even giving me time? Did she really think I’d just let her go without a fight?’ Yunho thought to himself, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as he felt the resentment in his heart start to grow.

She was going to leave in a few months but you’re the one that sped that process up with what you pulled back there.

Yunho froze at that thought, his subconscious thoughts coming to the forefront of his mind. He stared at the wet grass underneath his feet. He furrowed his brows, clenching his left hand into a fist at his side.

“I had no other choice.” He murmured, his eyes darting around.

Don’t give me that bullshit. Before she could hurt you you hurt her instead. .

“No, that’s not it.” He rushed out, feeling his chest tighten.

She did all of this to protect you and you threw her aside like a spoiled brat. Did you even love her?

“I did. I--I still do…” He trailed off, stumbling over his words as he tried to gather his thoughts but they were a jumbled mess but there was one thing he was certain of, “I love her so much it hurts.”

Those words fell from his lips in a low whisper but Yunho felt like he shouted them at the top of his lungs. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear his name being called until he felt a gentle hand fall on his shoulder. He jumped at the sudden contact, Nala hissing at the stranger she had never met before. Yunho blinked a few times when he raised his head, his eyes clouded over as he stared at the man.

Mingi furrowed his brow, concerned over his friend. He found it odd that the man was standing outside of his home in the rain with no intention of letting him know he was even there. What he found even more odd and concerning was that Yunho was crying, his eyes red and puffy as he bit down harshly on his bottom lip almost as if trying to stop himself from sobbing. But the moment the clouds in Yunho’s eyes parted and he recognized that the man in front of him was Mingi he broke down. Everything he had been trying to hold in came out, the walls he had been trying to build around himself the whole time he was out wandering around came crumbling down at his feet. Without uttering a word Yunho let out a choked sob, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Mingi’s shoulder. The second his face was hidden Yunho began to shake as he let out sob after sob, crying violently into his friend’s shoulder. Mingi frowned heavily but didn’t say anything. Instead he brought a hand up to the back of Yunho’s head and pulled him in closer, letting him cry all he wanted. Mingi had an idea as to why Yunho was there but he chose to wait until he calmed down to ask. Mingi couldn’t help but curse Y/N’s name for making his friend like this but he knew it had to be done.

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Mingi led Yunho into his home, leaving the male by the door as he left to get him a change of clothes. Yunho stayed silent, not putting up any type of resistance when Mingi came back out and put some fresh clothes into his hands, directing him to the bathroom to take a warm shower. Mingi watched Yunho walk into the bathroom with sad eyes, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. He raised his arms and intertwined his fingers behind his head, staring pensively at his front door as he tried to think of what to do. He wasn’t really the type of guy to comfort people when they were down, he can’t even remember the last time he had enough empathy to even care. But like always with Yunho it was different, he wanted to at least try something to help.

He was just about to turn on his heel and take a seat on the couch when he felt something paw at his leg. He looked down to see the kitten Yunho was carrying staring up at him. Without a word he crouched down, inspecting the kitten before grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and picking her up so she was eye level with him.

“And what do you want?” Mingi asked, only getting a soft meow in return, “If food is what you want I don’t have any cat food.”

She meowed again, reaching out to press her paw against the tip of his nose. At the sensation of her soft paw against his nose his expression softened, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He gave a breathy chuckle as he lifted the kitten up and placed her on his shoulder. He got up slowly and headed to the kitchen. As he rummaged through his cupboards he missed the sound of the water in the shower coming to a stop. When he found what he was looking for he set the kitten on the counter, opening the can of tuna. Her ears perked up at the sound of the can opening, impatient meows coming from her tiny body. Mingi grinned at the sound as he rinsed the tuna, trying to get as much of the sodium off of it as possible since it wasn’t good for her.

“Alright alright here.” He said in a soft voice as he put the bowl of tuna in front of her.

He watched her eat, grinning from ear to ear. Not many knew this but he had a soft spot for animals. He loved them all, from the biggest elephant to the smallest geico. He had a special soft spot for baby animals thus explaining why he was giddy to have Nala in front of him eating the food he gave her.

“I didn’t think you were much of a cat person.”

Mingi jumped at the sound of Yunho’s voice. He didn’t even hear him leave the bathroom much less enter the kitchen. Mingi couldn’t help but glare over at the man before he snarled out in reflex, “Dammit Yunho, will you make some noise when you walk into a room?”

Yunho said nothing, only lowering his gaze and nodding. Mingi sighed heavily as he watched Yunho walk over to the couch to sit down. Mingi rubbed his hands over his face before joining Yunho on the couch. Silence fell over the two of them, Mingi giving Yunho time to talk on his own but he didn’t look like he was going to talk anytime soon.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yunho didn’t respond for a few minutes, staring down at his hands on his lap. He wanted to get everything off his chest but just thinking of her was painful. He thought he had finished crying but the tears that gathered in his eyes told him otherwise. He let the tears flow freely, the tiny droplets falling onto his hands.

“She--she made a deal with Lucifer, accepting her new role as Wrath. I knew she’d be forced into accepting one day but I didn’t think she would be the one to seek him out and propose accepting it herself.” He began, looking over at Mingi through his tears.

Yunho had a hunch that Mingi knew all of this already and the way he avoided his gaze was all the confirmation he needed. He let a sad smile spread across his face as he wiped at his face. Mingi reached out a tentative hand but thought better of it and let it fall back onto his lap.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but she made me promise not to say anything.” Mingi muttered apologetically, a frown on his face, “I urged her to tell you as soon as possible but she didn’t want to hurt you.”

Yunho scoffed, running his fingers through his hair, “So she’s nice and affectionate, let’s me pour out my feelings, let’s me hold her, let’s me fuck her, let’s me believe there’s a chance for us to be happy together for the rest of our lives and you’re telling me she didn’t want to hurt me?”

Mingi frowned deeper at his tone of voice. He understands that Yunho is going through a tough time but the words he’ll undoubtedly say in a fit of anger will haunt him later. But the resentment in Yunho’s eyes was short-lived, the sadness flooding back into them.

“When I asked her if she cared about me she didn’t give me an answer. She didn’t even look at me, Mingi.” He said, his voice shaking as he tried to hold himself together, “I’m starting to think she never loved me the way I loved her. It doesn’t even have to be love that she feels for me, anything close is enough but she...she…”

He trailed off, his voice breaking as the tears started flowing once more. The ache he felt in his heart was stronger than ever now and Mingi had no idea how to fix his friend without hurting him further.

Meanwhile, down below in Hell a great battle ensued...only it wasn’t really much of a battle. The instant Wrath let loose and showed his true form Greed no longer stood a chance. Wrath had him beat in both speed and strength, to him this was nothing more than child’s play. Wrath tossed Greed around like he was some ragdoll, the walls of the corridor seconds from collapsing but he didn’t care. Greed was battered and bruised, his face covered in blood along with the rest of his clothes. He healed pretty quickly but Wrath had gone at him so many times in quick repetition, his regeneration has slowed down a significant amount. The pain that should’ve disappeared within seconds took minutes to heal and eventually he just stopped healing all together. Wrath hovered over him, looking down at him with nothing but pure unadulterated hate in his eyes.

“It looks like you won’t last much longer, Greed. Should I finish you off already or do you think you can still keep going?”

Greed growled low in his throat, pushing himself up on trembling arms and glared up at Wrath, “Fuck you. You really think you can kill me? Me? I’m the deadly sin Greed for fuck’s sake I can’t be killed by the likes of you!”

Wrath was a bit stunned by his sudden outburst but he soon found a laugh crawling its way up his throat. He finally let it out when he couldn’t hold it in any longer, his body shaking with laughter. He gave a single flap of his wings before letting his feet touch the ground. He crouched down in front of Greed, the humor clear on his face but his eyes, the fire in them burned hotter than ever before. Wrath’s lips curled up into a grin, the look in his eyes turning crazed.

“I can’t kill you? You’re the deadly sin Greed alright but I’m Wrath.” He spat out, the grin on his face turning into a twisted grimace as his rage took hold of him, “Lucifer is the only one that can finish us off but let me tell you a little secret, I’m the only sin that has the power to kill off the others and the bastard that created us as well.”

Greed’s eyes went wide with shock, not believing the words that spilled out of Wrath’s mouth. Wrath smirked at his reaction, knowing Lucifer would’ve never told them this and it seems he was right.

“Liar.”

Wrath chuckled darkly, reaching out to grab Greed by the collar of his shirt, “Why the hell do you think he wanted to keep me so close? Why would he go to such lengths for a mere sin? He’s killed countless demons because they simply breathed his air but me? He’s let me get away with so much shit it’s laughable the lengths he would go to appease me.”

“No. He-he did all that because you were his favorite.” Greed stammered, still in disbelief.

“He did all that because he feared me. I had broken free of his control and to keep me from turning on him he pretended to favor me but it was all a rouse. When he could no longer keep me under control he chose to eliminate me.” He growled, the venom clear in his voice, “I wouldn’t have bothered coming back had he left Artemis out of this but since he chose to play dirty I’m going to eliminate all of you, no demon will be left unscathed.”

‘What?! You didn’t mention this! This is not what we planned!’ Y/N’s voice rang out in his mind.

“Why do you care if it's not what we discussed? They’re all just as bad as these sins you hate so much!” He snapped in a low voice.

‘Not all of them! At least not Mingi! He’s the only one I can count on to take care of Yunho but with him gone Yunho will have no one!’

“Yunho can take care of himself! Once they’re all gone there will be no one left to go after him.” Wrath argued, his hold on Greed loosening up.

‘No, Wrath you don’t understand-’

“It’s you that doesn’t understand, Y/N! Now shut the hell up and let me finish what I’ve started. I’ll let you back out when this is all over.”

And with that Wrath pushed her back, ignoring her cries and locked her away until he could take her place in that very cage when this is all over. Right now he had other things to worry about but the moment he brought his eyes back to Greed he knew he had fucked up. Without warning Wrath was thrown back into the wall. The wall collapsed as he flew right through it, tumbling into the room on the other side. He groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against a pillar that was behind him. He looked over to the place where he once was with narrowed eyes, knowing Greed couldn’t have done this with how weak he was. When the cloud of dust cleared Wrath saw that he was right.

Each of their eyes glowed brightly as they glared over at him, their master standing in front of them all. Wrath couldn’t stop the bemused grin that played at his lips as he stood up and extended his wings out. He began to crack his neck and fingers, his eyes glued to the one in command.

“It’s been a long time, Wrath.” Lucifer said in a low voice, taking a step through the opening that led from the corridor to the room Wrath was in, “You’re as troublesome as ever I see.”

“Lucifer.” Wrath growled his name, his eyes moving from him to see the others standing behind him, ready for his orders, “And I see you’re as cowardly as ever. Why do you need them all here to take one measly sin down, huh? Is it because you know who the stronger one is?”

Something flickered in Lucifer’s eyes letting Wrath know that he struck a nerve. The grin on his face grew as he continued, “I’m curious, Luci, have you told them about our little secret yet?”

Envy furrowed her brow in confusion, turning to Lucifer, “What is he talking about?”

Lucifer didn’t even spare her a glance, his eyes glued to Wrath. Wrath chuckled, watching Lucifer clench his jaw in what looked like irritation.

“Oh? You haven’t? Should I expose what you’ve been trying to keep secret this entire time?” Wrath taunted, enjoying the panic that flashed in Lucifer’s eyes.

“Quiet.” Lucifer snarled, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

“What daddy dearest has been keeping from all of you is that I, Wrath, is more powerful than he is. I always have been and always will be. That’s why he got rid of me. The moment I decided to revolt he pitted you all against me and killed me but he won’t succeed this time.”

“Lies...he wouldn’t keep something like this from us. Tell us he’s lying, my lord.” Lust said, stepping forward.

Lucifer didn’t give him an answer, his eyes shining brighter and brighter as the seconds ticked by, almost as if he was a bomb ticking down until he finally exploded.

“My lord?” Gluttony spoke up almost hesitantly, her orange eyes darting from Lucifer to Wrath then back again.

Wrath beamed over at the five sins that stared at him in shock, noting that Pride was the only one that seemed unfazed. He raised a brow at her strange behavior but decided to ignore her for now.

“And he knew, he fucking knew it wouldn’t take much to convince you all to join me…isn’t that right, Luci?”

Lucifer at Wrath’s words but again he said nothing. Pride moved her gaze from Wrath to Lucifer, analyzing the situation. She was still bitter over what happened between her and Y/N but what angered her even more was the way she was treated by Lucifer after it happened. He tortured her for months, the damage he did to her mentally and physically was catastrophic. Every physical injury she sustained healed in no time but what it did to her mentally, she doesn’t think she’ll ever recover from it. She had much more anger and resentment built up towards Lucifer than Y/N so with that she made up her mind. She sent one last look to Lucifer before she took the first step. The others looked at her in shock, Lucifer’s face twisted in anger while Wrath’s eyes shined with amusement.

“Pride what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Lucifer growled.

“Choosing a side.” She answered as if it was nothing, walking across the room.

Lucifer stared after her with a wicked look on his face. There was no way he was going to let any of them turn on him and join Wrath. He’d rather kill them. And so with that he sprouted his wings, lashing out at Pride, intent on killing her but he never reached her. Wrath had flown over, shielding Pride. He blocked Lucifer’s wing with his own, the sheer force used by Wrath made Lucifer stumble back.

“Don’t expect a thank you for that.” Pride grumbled under her breath.

Wrath chuckled softly, “I’d expect nothing less from you, doll.”

“Now, if anyone else wants to join me they’re welcome to. My fight isn’t necessarily with the rest of you but if you fight for Lucifer then you’re an enemy and I’ll show you absolutely no mercy. You can beg for your lives all you want but your pleas will fall on deaf ears.” Wrath warned.

Of course he was lying about sparing their lives but they didn’t need to know that. The less he fought at the one time the faster he could kill them.

“Don’t listen to him! He’s going to kill every last demon in hell, us included!” Greed cried out, barely managing to stand on his own, “All he does is lie! You can’t trust him!”

Wrath crossed his arms over his chest, nodding along to his words, “He’s got a point there. I was always a loose cannon and killed anything and anyone that looked at me the wrong way but I’ve never lied. You can call me by any name in the book and they all fit but I’ve never been a liar.”

Lucifer set his jaw, having had enough of the crap coming out of Wrath’s mouth, “Envy, Lust, go... weaken him.”

Lucifer ordered but neither of them moved. All four sins; Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, and Lust refused to move, the gears in their heads turning as they thought about what the best course of action would be. If they choose the wrong side they’d die but if they choose to do nothing they’d be spared...that is if Wrath comes out the victor. They thought back to the time the original Wrath was alive, as unpredictable as he was he was never one to lie. His honesty was shocking but it was his only redeemable quality. They all shared a look before they nodded, taking a step back from Lucifer.

“You fools.” Greed spat out, drawing Lucifer’s attention to them.

Lucifer glared at the four, his red eyes glowing brightly, “I’ll deal with you four later.”

“You should stand back, doll. I can take him on my own.” Wrath said in a low voice, glancing over his shoulder at her.

She rolled her eyes but did as he said, moving away from him and to the far side of the room. Wrath then turned his attention back to Lucifer who was already starting to shift. He’ll finally be able to get his revenge. Once Lucifer was gone he was going to burn the whole place down and eradicate every damn demon on this planet.

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cocktail-party-in-an-abattoir · 4 years ago

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In Memoriam Herschel (2005-2021)

It was the late summer/early autumn of 2005. I was 16 years old. I went to a friend’s house for a get-together with other friends. She lived in a more rural area, so stray cats were not uncommon. One of these strays had recently birthed a litter of kittens. They were corralled into a blocked-off area in my friend’s den. Naturally, we all gravitated towards the kittens. We spent a good while petting them, playing with them, holding them, and watching them with their mother. A particular kitten was a gray and white tabby. This kitten had made its way towards me and tried to crawl up one of my jean legs. I was wearing bootcut jeans, so it actually managed it. I was immediately drawn to this kitten, the idea of asking my parents if we could keep it already forming.

While my friends and I were playing with them, we decided to give them all smartass, noncommittal names. None of us could sex kittens, so that was reflected in the names we chose. I named the gray and white tabby (of which there were two, but I zeroed in on the jean leg kitten) “Herschel.” Why? Well, when I was eight or nine, I used to play House with friends. I had heard the name “Herschel” on some sitcom, and I liked the sound of it. So, I often named my fake son “Herschel.” This became an inside joke between my best friend and me.

Back at home, I asked my mom if we could adopt the kitten. She had veto power. She was kind of hesitant at first but eventually relented. A few weeks later my friend and her mom brought the kitten over to my house. By that point I was already seriously referring to it as “Herschel.” We all just kind of assumed it was male. The first thing Herschel did after getting out of the carrying case was hide behind one of our bookcases and stayed there.

We took Herschel to the vet. Upon examination the vet tech proclaimed he was, in fact, she. Her exact words were “You have a little girl!” For better or for worse, I was committed to “Herschel” (much to my mom’s chagrin), so from then on, I had a girl cat with a boy name. This led to years of various people (mostly veterinary staff) getting her sex wrong. I don’t know that I ever bothered correcting them because, well, they were going to find out the truth soon enough.

Between 2005 and 2010, Herschel grew from a kitten with what my mom described as “Yoda ears” into a gorgeous young lady. She had the most beautiful green eyes. People always had nice things to say about her looks. She had an adorable bow-legged gait from the beginning. She grew into an affectionate little cuddle-bug once she adjusted to us. She was wary of strangers, which was probably for the best. She did not like to go outside as much as our older cat, Simba (RIP)—especially after being treed once—but she was a very skilled huntress. She even managed to get two hummingbirds. Obviously, I’m not a fan of such “presents,” but I couldn’t help but be impressed by her prowess.

In 2007, we adopted 2 labs named Olive and Penny (RIP x2). 2010, we adopted two fluffy black kittens from our vet’s office. We named them Buttercup and Licorice (RIP x2). Herschel respected Simba because of his seniority, but she absolutely despised the other pets. She would growl and hiss at them on sight. Because of this, the dogs had to stay downstairs while the cats had free rein upstairs. By 2012, Buttercup had gone missing, and we had adopted two more animals: a cat named Kid Twist (“Twist” for short) and a blue heeler named Bleu. Herschel did not care for them either. That same year my parents moved one state over, and I moved to a nearby city to stay with a family friend. The Menagerie went with my parents.

One day in 2013 or 2014 my mom commented about how Herschel hid under a guest room bed much of the time. She would only come out to do her business or eat. Since the dogs had free rein over the entire house, this meant there was no real “safe space” for Herschel. Thus, her reclusiveness. Mom was worried about her well-being. I offered to take Herschel under my wing. Mom agreed. Now, my housemate already had a few cats, so it wasn’t perfect, but it was an improvement over a house with dogs. Herschel had been under my care since.

In 2015 Herschel moved with me into the apartment I currently live in. Despite my apartment’s smallness, she was finally the one cat in a one-cat home. I had stopped letting her out because a) my apartment complex is positively labyrinthine b) the complex is next to a busy highway, and c) I wanted her to live longer and not harm any wildlife (although her hunting days were behind her). She didn’t seem to mind. For the next few years, she was my kitty comrade. Aside from some dental issues and a heart murmur, she always had a clean bill of health. I honestly thought she was going to live as long as Simba had (18, almost 19) because he was also a spry geriatric cat.

In late 2020, Herschel was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. She had been growing thinner and vomiting before I found out. I had to start giving her medication twice per day, but there was otherwise no change. She was still the empress I knew and loved, if a little slower. I thought that was going to be it. Then, earlier this year, the vet ran some more tests. While I had managed to lower her thyroid levels, the vet found another problem: chronic kidney disease. My blood ran cold upon hearing this because one of our pet labs, Olive, had died from kidney failure a few years prior. The vet told me while there was no cure, CKD could be managed with diet changes and medication. He was right, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case with Herschel. She quickly went from stage 3 to stage 4 (4 being the end stage). I still kick myself about this because I feel like I could’ve found out sooner. Anyway, the vet suggested I should have Herschel hospitalized for a couple of days with IV fluids. The idea was to basically rehydrate her and then start a regimen of a new diet, supplements, and medication.

So, I waited outside for three hours until a hospital staff member came to collect Herschel. It would’ve been longer, but my very kind vet called ahead. A couple of days later my mom and I returned to the hospital to wait for Herschel. It was March 25th, my birthday. One of the vets called me and stated despite the diuresis, Herschel’s stats remained the same. She stated I had probably 2 weeks left with her. I knew she was right, but I was still determined to try. I gave her daily cocktails of medication. I learned how to give her subcutaneous injections to hydrate her. I got the prescription wet food. At first, she had more okay days than bad, but it eventually became clear she was circling the drain. Treatment transformed into hospice care. I was going to do everything possible to keep her comfortable. By the end she was incontinent and no longer eating or drinking. Then she stopped being able to walk. I knew I had to make the final appointment. After a long crying session, I did.

My mom came to help yesterday. Herschel was mostly immobile and out of it. Not even her favorite prosciutto roused her. I swaddled her in a changing pad and a blanket and slept with her next to me for one more night. She was still alive this morning if barely. Before we were set to go to her final appointment, I played her Sugarloaf’s “Green-Eyed Lady” (which will always remind me of her) and Audrey Hepburn’s version of “Moon River.” As my mom and I went to prepare her for the appointment, we realized how still she was. She did not appear to be breathing, and she did not react to anything we did. I took a flashlight to her pupils and… she was gone. She had died peacefully on my couch, which was one of her favorite spots to lounge. Honestly, I was relieved because the thought of taking her to a strange place to be euthanized frankly distressed me. I cuddled her ragdoll body from then until we were sitting in the vet office’s parking lot. Mom got a chance to hold her, too. A vet tech came out, used her stethoscope, and confirmed what we already knew. After a few more minutes with her we said our last goodbyes. I filled out paperwork confirming I wanted her ashes returned to me with a clay pawprint.

I want Herschel’s ashes buried on my parents’ property with the others. Maybe a little farther away since she did not like most of them. I’m also looking into urn jewelry so I can carry her with me. This cat saw me at some of my lowest points, including when I was furloughed from my job last year. This cat was sweet and affectionate but also a pesky little shit. This cat was the first living being I was fully responsible for. She somehow managed to be regal while shoving her butthole into your face. If she liked you, she came and sat with you. If she didn’t, she hid behind the washing machine. I’m convinced she was part slug because even at her largest she was able to fit into confined spaces. I will miss her trilling meows. She was beautiful to the end, and I will always love her and miss her. I don’t know if there is an afterlife or not, but if there is, I hope she has endless king crab and prosciutto to snack on.

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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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mpregcatboyshin · 1 year ago

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tagged by: @wingsofblackleather thanks actually i want to do more of these things

last song : mother nature by mgmt

favorite colors: orange, earthy greens, and every shade of fall red.

currently watching: nothing actually. i have a lot of shows queued up but just never have the time or energy to fully invest in them :(

currently reading: a bunch of fanfics lol. but i was making my way through the one piece manga, but it's been a while since I last read it.

sweet/spicy/savory: i was team sweet during the splatfest. i can't resist a good dessert :)

relationship status: single. im wanting to kind of just date or get into some kind of really free and loose relationship rn. ive been wanting to experiment for a while, but i need to get my heart sorted out first probably

current obsession: if you can't already tell, it's the game your turn to die. specifically the character shin tsukimi. he's my precious little sopping wet meow meow kitten baby boy. i love him so much ill include some of my favorite tags ive made about him at the bottom.

last thing googled: how to calculate energy of excitation (chem hw)

currently working on: literally 5 different fucking pieces of fanfiction because i hate (read: love) myself :)))))) and also on my feelings and in general becoming weirder. like im full on debating on just rb porn on this acc instead of my side and being more open about kinks because honestly fuck it. (i am still very much embarrassed however)

if you want to:

@dragonymango @daringdraconicdeity @aizayawa @actoons @crehador @egg-scramped @idiot-boi-momo @enderon @faeflowerz

#shin meows #here are some of the tags i used in rbs of shin btw #voring shin tsukimi #shin tsukitty...#carrying my little meow meow wet kitten boy #my poor little meow meow #shaking him like those kids toys that make those high pitched duck sounds #grabbing him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten #holding him in my hands #honestly if you want the best experience just look up shin tsukimi tag on my blog

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lifblogs · 4 years ago

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Title: Just For a Moment

Summary: Anne struggles to get through the day; with her eating disorders, her depression, her post-traumatic stress, and her personality disorder trying to hold her down.

Word Count: 1870

A/N: I would love, love, love to put a keep reading, but my laptop is a useless creation of science, so that won’t be possible. Just going to tag it as #long post.

WARNINGS: eating disorder mentions, self-harm mentions, minor self-harm, suicidal thoughts, violent thoughts, violent urges, implied miscarriage, unhealthy behavior

oOoOo

Anne has the urge to swear when she hears her alarm go off, but she’s too tired for her lips to move. She rolls over, the warmth and fur of her cat resting against her head. He grunts in protest and whacks her with his tail. Reaching around, Anne finally finds her phone, and taps mindlessly at the screen till the alarm stops.

She drops the phone on the floor.

Finally.

Now her cat is up. His name is Loki, but she’s taken to calling him Little Prince — it’s what he responds to at dinner time. Little Prince is pacing in circles about the pillow he’s claimed, legs and feet carelessly bumping into Anne’s head. He meows, voice a yell.

“Hi, Little Prince,” Anne mutters, though she doesn’t want to take the energy to get up.

Little Prince settles down, meowing, and cooing, and purring, and he gives Anne kisses that leave her cheeks wet.

She still considers drifting off to sleep.

But she has classes today: physics, calculus, Chinese, a bit of English, and then there’s work. Ugh. Recently she got swindled by her newest client, but she’ll still get over a hundred bucks out of them, so she’ll finish the job and fucking move on.

Thinking about it makes her want to stay in bed. There’s a heavy, dark feeling in her chest.

She thinks about physics. She’s no good at it.

Calculus? Too hard.

Chinese. Her family tells her to drop it and that the world won’t give a shit.

English. She took it because it was easy.

It would be easier to stay in bed all day. Much easier. Anne could just lie there, and sleep, or read, maybe play some games on her phone. She can just stay there with Little Prince all day.

The more she thinks about it, and the more hurt by the world she feels, this idea really begins to sink in. She wouldn’t have to stop her crying about derivatives and intervals, and she wouldn’t have to sit there with the same damn thermodynamics problem about ice, and she wouldn’t have to stop getting confused by the differences of mā, má, mǎ, and mà. And she wouldn’t have to read that stupid article about publishing sectors.

Anne could close her door. Ignore her family. Her head tells her to break all ties with them, to yell that she hates them.

Does she?

Her head says yes, yes, yes.

But it just hurts and feels so wrong.

At least in bed she wouldn’t go to her brother and say something stupid. At least in bed she wouldn’t be doing any serious harm to herself, right?

She wouldn’t be cutting, she wouldn’t be thinking of running away, she wouldn’t punch a wall (probably), she wouldn’t try to sell nudes, wouldn’t find a stupid, trashy guy to hook up with.

So it was better.

Right?

Anne knew her brother would yell at her about food.

But who gave a shit?

Staying in bed all day meant she got to stay out of the kitchen. Even now, thinking about a potential breakfast sends her stomach into heated knots of anxiety, and her shoulders and neck tense.

God, what would she even have for breakfast? She didn’t fucking want anything. She wasn’t hungry. The food wasn’t good. No food was good. If someone could go up to her right now and convince her that one dish was good, she’d marry them on the spot. But that won’t happen, and all food is basically garbage. It’s a waste. Her time could be spent doing something else. Every day it was eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep. And only the sleep part sounded kind of nice (when she wasn’t having nightmares).

Eating. That was a living nightmare.

Her family called her picky. They didn’t even try to get food that she sometimes liked. And they wouldn’t let her eat her own portions.

Hmm…

Maybe if she locked herself in her room with her cat she wouldn’t have to eat all day. Not at all. Besides, she could feel the fat clinging to her body like extra packaging. She felt like a kid crammed into too many winter coats at once. Oh, to shed them off. To just be! That would be spectacular.

And to shed that she has to stay in bed all day, and continue hating food. Easy enough. Preparing food is stupid. The process of eating food is exhausting. And then the hate and guilt afterwards isn’t worth it. And it’s not worth the extra attention it draws to her body. She’s sure everyone can see it. How can they not? Her thighs are too jiggly; her calves are soft, ugly lumps that could do with some thinning; her biceps are puffs of fat; her hips carry weight like a fucking fannypack; and her stomach is too round, jutting out from whatever she wears.

Basically… her body’s a mess.

And that’s not the only mess of it. She should get up, take her medicine.

But punching a wall, tearing apart her headphones, and breaking up with her boyfriend is starting to sound like an increasingly good idea.

God, her boyfriend. She has to actually fucking talk to him, connect with him, put time into something temporary, something part of her would be more than happy to run away from.

She loves him.

She hates him.

Telling him he’s the worst thing to ever happen to her would do it, right? She’d never have to talk to him again? Never have to hold on to a connection that would break away and die either way?

Anne resists the urge to grab her phone.

She eventually does, and she just stares at the homescreen.

One-hundred-thirty-seven notifications from social media. Friends, fandom… She doesn’t want to respond, doesn’t want to talk to them. And she hasn’t for days. It’s just easier not to. She at least opens up the apps and clears the notifications. This way Anne can pretend that those people aren’t there, that they don’t exist.

But then, she smacks her thigh with her phone, feeling the keen sting. She does it again and again, until Little Prince urgently wraps himself about her, weirdly-strong tail around her neck. He’s purring. He’s kissing her.

Anne holds him close.

“Hey, dude, you getting up?”

Her brother.

Fuck.

Anne just grunts, hoping that’ll get him to leave her alone.

She loves her brother. He’s her best friend. But right now, when he comes to stand in Anne’s bedroom doorway all parent-like, she wants to scream and throw her phone at him. She’s tense from resisting.

A conversation Anne barely pays attention to ensues, and she drags herself out of bed. The temporary vision loss that follows is nothing new. Neither is the light-headedness, nor the headache, or the weak feeling in her legs, or the ache across her shoulders, the wheeze in her lungs.

Just another day in the life of Anne.

Fuck.

She goes through her morning routine, hating every second of it. She broke a few pills instead of getting herself to take them. But who cares, right? She’s not even on the right medicine to make her feel like a real person.

Anne finally looks in her drawers, and in her closet. Standing there, before all her clothes, she feels so vulnerable. With each article of clothing her eyes land on she assesses what bad quality it would cover up, and which it might make obvious. Sometimes the perfect outfit doesn’t exist, and sacrifices have to be made. But not today. Today she just stares and stares and feels completely empty, while her mind wanders to a celebrity’s wife that she’s a fan of.

God, she’s not just into the wife, but she likes her as a person, admires her. The night before she’d gone through her Instagram, and fan accounts for an hour.

Anne feels like her.

She picks out an outfit she thinks the wife might wear. She cries at the state of her body, which is being efficiently ruined with her recent reproductive health issue. She holds her lower abdomen and cries at the emptiness.

Wash your face, she tells herself. Get the fuck over it. You’re pathetic, and weak. No wonder your family hates you.

She tenses, curled in on herself, breath held as she thinks of her extended family. It’s as if somebody has suddenly punched her in the chest with brass knuckles.

Anne burns inside. In her head, she’s killing them. She’s brutalizing them, tearing them apart, screaming at them because they were evil bitches and they didn’t deserve to live.

Little Prince rolls over, demanding tummy kisses, and it passes.

After viciously brushing her hair, Anne lies back down with Little Prince, and smothers him in kisses. He needs her. She needs him.

Anne cries her last tears into his white, kitten-soft fur, and they hold each other until she’s ready to start the day, until her little boy knows she’s alright.

Time for breakfast.

She hates all the food they have. So Anne just sits down at the table and stares at her placemat till her brother finally decides to make pancakes.

Anne stops herself from throwing her plate at the wall. Little Prince brushes against her legs. Pancakes will do.

Beside her, her phone dings, dings, DINGS with notifications that will not be read.

The world would be better without all those people talking to her. But getting rid of them would be too much work. So, as she smells the pancakes start to cook on the pan, her stomach turning from the thought of having anything in her mouth, she thinks it’d just be easier to get rid of herself.

For now, all she can do is not eat. That would lessen herself, her physical presence, take all the weight off.

But then why does she still want to smash the hot pan into a cabinet? Why does she want to snap her laptop in half? Why does she sit there and start hitting herself with her phone, making it look like innocent tapping?

Why…?

Anne doesn’t know.

Her brother calls her name.

But it’s not her name. Not really. Anne isn’t her. Not inside. Inside, she’s nothing.

The pancakes sizzle, her phone dings, Little Prince yells, and she just sits there and sits there, holding it all in.

She makes it through one second, and then the next, all in her head thinking what that celebrity’s wife would do. That’s the right way to be, clearly… that other person. Who else would she try to emulate? Sure, it changed day by day, but today, she is hurting as she thinks of that woman and tries to be herself.

Ha! Be herself. What a joke. And not even one with a good punchline.

Anne’s brother asks her to set the table, and somehow, she gets up. She feels the soft dress against her skin; the nice, cool marble floor beneath her bare feet. The pancakes are nearly ready, and they actually smell good. Her brother smiles at her.

Anne smiles back, and somehow, despite it all, she feels it. Just for a moment, there’s peace.

#long post #writing #creative writing #writeblr #writerblr #angst #my writing #tw: self-harm #self-harm #tw: suicidal thoughts #suicidal thoughts #tw: eating disorder #eating disorder #tw: violent thoughts #violent thoughts #tw: implied miscarriage #implied miscarriage

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yurionice-secretsanta · 5 years ago

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Bring Him Home

To @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin From @kaleidodreams

Summary: During a snowstorm, Yuri worries when Otabek is late coming home from practice.

Rating: T/Teen and Up Audiences (Just for language, though, because Yurio.)

Message: I hope you enjoy gift, Rodinia! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

"Where the hell is he?“

Yuri pulls his coat tight around his torso as he looks over the fire escape railing, down at the parking lot three stories below. The space where Otabek usually parks his bike is still empty, covered with a light dusting of snow. Snowflakes continue to fall from the sky, clinging to Yuri’s hair and shoulders. The weather can’t seem to make up its mind what it wants to do. One minute it’ll be snowing, only for the snow to turn into sleet, then right back into snow again in seemingly the blink of an eye.

Yuri hates Otabek driving his bike in this kind of weather. He’s a great driver, but the roads are icy, and it won’t be long until the sun sets, the sky already turning various shades of yellows, oranges, and blues behind the clouds. He should had waited around at the rink until Otabek finished his session with Viktor – the two of them were polishing up the choreography of Otabek’s free skate before Four Continents next week – instead of rushing back to the apartment to start on a dinner that was fast going cold. If he had, he would have convinced Otabek to leave the bike behind and take the subway back home with him instead.

Home.

Yeah, six months later, and that’s still a little weird.

Yuri fiddles with the simple black band adorning his right hand, the ring twisting easily due to the cold shrinking his already-slender fingers. Otabek had given it to him the night they moved into the apartment together, shortly before the current skating season started. A sappy gift, one that made Yuri cry ugly embarrassing tears when Otabek slipped it on his middle finger, but it means so much to him that Otabek accepts who he is, that he still loves him despite the fact that Yuri doesn’t have the same desires as him. Their relationship is unconventional, occupying some nebulous area between best friends and lovers, yet it works for them.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checks the clock for the third time since he came out on the fire escape. Shit, Otabek really is late; even with the bad weather, Yuri expected him to be home by now. He sighs, his breath visible in the freezing air. Should he call? He doesn’t want to distract Otabek from paying attention to the road if he’s driving, though.

He settles for texting Viktor. It isn’t helpful, but at least he feels a little better after chewing Viktor out for allowing Otabek to leave on his own – never mind the fact that the snow didn’t start falling in earnest until after Otabek already texted Yuri to tell him he was about to leave the rink.

If only he had been able to reply to the text faster…

Yuri runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.

He’s half-tempted to start looking for Otabek on his own, but he doesn’t own a car. Doesn’t even have a license yet. He keeps meaning to sign up for lessons; it’s just difficult to find the time between training, competitions, tours, and sponsorship obligations. Besides, he usually gets around the city well enough without one.

Maybe I should try calling the local hospitals?

If something bad has happened… With shaking fingers, Yuri finds the number of the nearest hospital online. The phone starts to ring in his ear just as he hears the familiar sound of Otabek’s bike pulling into the parking lot.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he says, exhaling in relief. After ending the call and sliding his phone back in the back pocket of his jeans, he leans over the railing and yells down at Otabek. “You’re late. Get your ass up here!”

He isn’t sure if Otabek can understand what he’s saying from so far away, but he looks up at Yuri after he takes off his helmet, holding his hand up in a “thumbs up” signal.

A grin tugs at Yuri’s lips despite himself. “Idiot.”

He brushes off the snow as best he can, then climbs through the window to go back inside.

Their apartment is in the loft of an old abandoned canning factory. Other than the bathroom, it’s completely open concept, with cement floors, exposed brick walls, and large floor-to-ceiling windows that look out onto the street view, letting in a ton of natural light when it isn’t so cloudy. It’s more Otabek’s style than Yuri’s, to be honest – Yuri likes silly things like drywall and ceilings that actually hide all the pipes and ductwork from sight – but his influence shines through in the pops of leopard print scattered around the room, from the throw pillows on the leather couch to the rug underneath their dining table to the duvet covering their king-sized bed.

After shrugging off his coat, Yuri starts to sling it over the back of the couch when he thinks better of it, hanging it back on the coat rack where it belongs.

Learning to live together has been a relatively smooth transition for the most part. He and Otabek enjoy a lot of the same things – the same foods, the same music, the same TV shows – and whatever differences between them tend to be complementary in nature. Yuri loves to cook; Otabek is a weirdo who actually likes doing dishes. Otabek’s better at keeping organized, so he makes sure the bills get paid on time and schedules most of their appointments. Yuri is an expert when it comes to bargain shopping thanks to his grandpa’s teachings, so he’s in charge of buying the groceries and other household necessities. They don’t argue about much, but Otabek’s annoyance with Yuri’s slovenly tendencies is their one red-button issue, a bad habit Yuri is trying his best to break.

A couple of minutes later, Otabek walks through the front door. Yuri prepares to yell at him some more for worrying him so much, but the words die on his lips when he sees the long scratch along the side of Otabek’s cheek. It runs from just a little below his left eye to almost down to his jawline.

“Oh my god, what the hell happened to your face?”

Otabek flinches when Yuri gently presses a finger against the cut. “Oh, the cat got me,” he says. “It’s no big deal.”

“What cat?” He couldn’t be talking about Potya. Yuri would have noticed the scratch earlier if that was the case. Besides, Potya isn’t much of a scratcher; he’s more likely to ignore someone altogether if he’s angry, swishing his tail as if he’s a king dismissing one of his lowly subjects.

Meow.

Yuri arches an eyebrow. “Did your jacket just ‘meow’?”

Otabek unzips his leather jacket half-way, an orange tabby hesitantly poking its head out. The poor thing is wet and shivering, large green eyes taking in its new surroundings, and Yuri’s heart immediately fills with pity. Despite his tough reputation, he’s always had a soft spot for animals – particularly cats of all persuasions.

“Stay here. I’ll get a towel,” he says, heading to the bathroom.

When he returns, Otabek has taken the cat fully out of his jacket, its increasingly loud meows as it squirms in Otabek’s arms catching Potya’s attention. Potya claws at Otabek’s legs, letting out a few meows of his own as he tries to see what is going on.

“Potya, down.” Yuri unhooks Potya’s claws from Otabek’s jeans, then gathers the skittish cat in the leopard-print towel he had brought with him, carrying it over to the couch.

Yuri frowns as he looks the cat over. It appears severely underfed; he can feel its bones with only the slightest touch. He judges it to be around three to four months old, bigger than a kitten, but not quite full-grown. No collar to be found. It’s most likely a stray, but they would need to take it to the vet to check if it had a microchip to be certain.

“Hey, where did you come from, little one?” he coos, rubbing the towel over the cat’s wet fur. The meows begin to quiet down, the tabby no longer trying to break free as it allows Yuri to dry it off.

“You know that old maple tree where I usually park my bike?” Otabek sits down beside Yuri, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. “I was just about to leave the rink when I heard it meowing from up in the branches. It was too scared to climb down on its own, so I rescued him.”

Glancing up, Yuri’s eyes widen. “You mean to tell me you climbed up a tree, rescued a stray cat, then drove all the way here from the rink in the sleet and snow with it stuffed in your fucking jacket?” He doesn’t know whether he wants to hug Otabek or smack him upside the head. Maybe a little of both. “Do you realize how dangerous that could have been?”

Between the two of them, Otabek is supposed to be the responsible one. A stunt like that is more Yuri’s style.

“What other choice did I have?” Otabek asks, scratching behind the tabby’s left ear. “I couldn’t leave it there, not when it was so cold and wet.”

“Yeah, but –” Yuri sighs, bringing his hand to Otabek’s injured cheek. “You should clean that up and put some ointment on it.”

“It’s fine,” he insists, brushing the hand away.

“Beka, go get the first aid kit. It could get infected.”

“Okay, okay.” Otabek heads to the bathroom.

While he’s gone, Potya jumps up to take his spot on the couch, watching in curiosity as Yuri continues drying off the stray. “Hey, be nice,” Yuri warns with a wag of his finger. Potya isn’t accustomed to being around other animals besides Viktor’s and Yuuri’s poodle, Makkachin, but after sniffing the newcomer for a few seconds and letting out a hiss, he loses interest, hopping down to the floor with a flounce of his fluffy tail before climbing to the very top of his cat tower.

Well, that went surprisingly…okay, Yuri thinks. Ideally, he’d like to keep one of the cats in a separate room for the time being, but in an apartment devoid of proper rooms, that really isn’t an option.

After checking to see if the stray is a boy or a girl – definitely male – Yuri sets him down on the floor and heads to the kitchen, grabbing a can of Potya’s food from one of the upper cabinets. The stray follows after him, meowing at the top of his lungs as Yuri pulls back the tab on the can.

“Hold on, just a minute,” he laughs, dumping the food into an old bowl of Potya’s and placing it down on the floor. “There. Hope you like chicken and tuna.”

He does, if the way he chows down on the food is any indication, practically inhaling it. Yuri smirks, reminded of the way Yuuri always shovels bowls of katsudon in his mouth, and squats down to pet the tabby. It had probably been days since he had a decent meal. If Otabek hadn’t found and rescued him… “Man, you’re a lucky kitty,” Yuri murmurs.

The tabby takes a break from eating, a loud purr vibrating through his emaciated body as he rubs his head against Yuri’s hand. Yuri practically dies from the cute, glad that Otabek’s not in earshot as he babbles high-pitched nonsense. Not that Otabek isn’t fully aware what being in the vicinity of an adorable kitty will do to him, but he likes to think he has some pride left.

“Oh, gotta take a pic!”

He pulls his phone back out and takes a few snapshots, choosing the cutest one to post on his Instagram. He captions it: Beka rescued this tabby from a tree near the rink. Nobody claims him? HE’S MINE!

There, he’s done his duty to try to find the owner, although Yuri doubts he has one. If he does, then they’re obviously not a very good one.

Leaving the tabby to continue eating his food, Yuri stands back up and sets his phone on the counter. Otabek still hasn’t returned to the living area, causing Yuri to frown. It shouldn’t take so long just to clean and bandage a scratch, should it?

He knocks on the door to the bathroom. “Beka, do you need some help in there?”

“No, I’m almost done. I’ll be out in a sec.”

Yuri opens the door anyway. Otabek is standing shirtless in front of the mirror, applying topical ointment to the before-unseen scratches on his chest and abdomen. A gauze bandage already covers the one on his face.

“Wow, Salchow really did a number on you,” Yuri says, leaning against the doorframe.

Otabek meets his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, cocking an eyebrow. “Salchow?”

“That’s what I decided to name him. It is a him, by the way. I checked.”

“Good name,” Otabek says, smiling as he turns around, bracing himself against the vanity. “I guess that means we’re keeping him?”

Oh, right, it isn’t just his decision anymore. Yuri forgot. Probably should’ve waited to post that picture until after they had discussed it…

“I mean, do you mind? I don’t think he has an owner, and we can’t just let him loose again…”

“It’s fine, but will he and Potya get along? You know how Potya gets around strangers…”

Potya does tend to be wary when unknown people visit the apartment, although strangely enough, he had accepted Otabek almost right away. Sometimes Yuri suspects Potya even likes Otabek better than him.

He pokes his head back into the living area, checking on them. So far, so good. Salchow is still chowing down on his food, and Potya has begun cleaning himself on top of the cat tower, completely ignoring the newcomer as he licks his paws. “I…think it’ll be okay?” he says, turning back around. “They haven’t killed each other yet, at least.”

“That’s a low bar you’ve set for feline friendship.”

Yuri rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Here, give me that. You missed some.”

Coming further into the bathroom, he takes the tube of antibiotic ointment from Otabek’s hand, squeezing a small amount on the tip of his finger and spreading it over a scratch located just above the waistband of his jeans.

At his touch, Otabek’s breath hitches at the back of his throat.

Yuri glances up. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” He presses his lips together, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, and Yuri notices his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “No, um, I’m just…sensitive…there…”

It takes Yuri a moment to realize what exactly Otabek means by that. When he does, he jerks his finger away as if he had touched a steaming hot kettle. “Oh. Crap! Sorry.”

Otabek chuckles. “It’s not like I mind, you know.”

“Yeah, but…”

Not for the first time, Yuri wonders if Otabek is really satisfied with their relationship in its current state. Whenever he asks, Otabek always assures him that he is, that he loves just being with him even if they never do anything beyond cuddling and the occasional chaste kiss, but sometimes it’s hard for Yuri to believe.

“It really was stupid of you to bring Salchow home with you on your bike, though,” Yuri says, changing the subject. He turns his attention to another scratch underneath Otabek’s ribcage. “If he had tried to escape out of your jacket and you lost control…”

Yuri shakes his head, trying to force the image of Otabek’s bloodied body laying lifeless in the snow beside the crumpled metal of his motorcycle out of his mind. It doesn’t work. His eyes well up anyway against his will, and he sniffles, swearing as he swipes his hand over his face.

This isn’t him. He’s the Ice Tiger of Russia – tough and fierce. But he can’t help it when it comes to Otabek. He loves him too much, even if it’s not the same kind of “love” that most people expect. Yuri doesn’t really believe in soulmates, but if such a thing really existed, he has no doubt Otabek would be his.

“Yura…” Otabek places his hands on Yuri’s upper arms. “I’m sorry I made you worry,” he says softly, resting his forehead against Yuri’s.

“You should be.” Yuri tries to glare at him through his tears, but it’s half-hearted at best, his anger swallowed by the overwhelming relief he feels that Otabek made it home safe and in one piece, minus a few scratches.

Sighing, he wraps his arms around Otabek’s waist and buries his head in his shoulder. “You really did scare me,” he admits in a muffled voice as Otabek returns the embrace. “It was getting so late, and the snow kept falling, and…and… Well, you should have called me!”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Otabek kisses the top of his head, hugging him even tighter. The front of his favorite sweatshirt is no doubt covered in smears of ointment, but Yuri doesn’t care, taking comfort in the warmth of his body heat. “My phone died right after I sent that last text to you. I forgot to charge it.”

“Not an excuse.”

Otabek laughs softly, but Yuri’s one hundred percent serious. He doesn’t ever want to worry about him like that ever again. “No more driving your bike in bad weather, okay?”

“Okay,” Otabek says, not even putting up the pretense of an argument.

“And keep your stupid phone charged, too. You’re usually better about that.”

“Okay.”

“And –”

“Okay.”

Yuri finally pulls away, looking back up. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“'And don’t ever leave me alone in the world'…right?”

Dammit, it annoys him when Otabek reads his mind like that. Is he really so predictable? “Well, I wasn’t gonna say it like that…” Shifting his eyes downward to stare at the tile floor, Yuri tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. “…but, um, yeah, that was the general gist of it, I guess.”

Otabek brushes back Yuri’s bangs and kisses him on his forehead. “Okay, I promise I won’t die,” he says in a soft voice.

If only it was possible to keep such a promise… Yuri wraps his arms around Otabek’s waist, allowing him to hug him once again. “Just… try not to get yourself killed,” he amends. “That’s good enough for me.”

“Deal.”

The two of them stay like that for a long moment, embracing each other until a crashing sound followed by a stampede of tiny paws breaks the mood. Groaning, Yuri releases his hold.

“I knew the peace was too good to last,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Come on, Beka. Let’s round up the kids before they really do kill each other.”

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smoothdogsgirl · 6 years ago

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Have you seen?

Title: Have you seen?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian meets his new neighbor.

Word Count: 1149

Note: This was second of two prompts I picked for @evanstanwrites challenge. The prompt used in this story is: I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.

Feedback and thoughts are greatly appreciated. Thanks to @mycapt-ohcapt for betaing this story and @wereleopard58 for being my sounding board.

This story will be cross-posted to my AO3 account but should not be posted anywhere else without express permission.

There was a loud banging coming from your front door. Groaning loudly you sit up in bed. Swinging your legs over the edge, you slowly maneuver to your apartment door with Zeus, your four-year-old German Shepherd, at your side. With a tired sigh, you unlock the door and ask, “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Sorry. I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat…” a male voice states. He then continues, “Have you seen her by any chance?”

When he finishes rambling you can’t help but chuckle a bit. “Ummm, I’m blind so no I haven’t seen your cat.”

“Ahh…” he stammers.

“It’s ok, I’m new to the building.” Zeus wedges his head and front legs between your hip and the door jam to investigate what is going on.

“Who do we have there?” the voice asks.

Reaching down you pet Zeus on the head. “This is Zeus, he’s my guide and service dog…I’m Anna by the way,” you say holding out your hand.

“Rahat!…Sorry I have the worst manners tonight.” He shakes your hand, “I’m Sebastian.”

“Nice to meet you, Sebastian. So tell me about this missing cat.”

“I just got her from this kill shelter last week. She’s a three-month-old orange tabby that I’ve named Relia.”

“Aww, a shelter kitty. That’s sweet. But Relia is an unusual name. What does it mean?”

“It’s Romanian and the name means gold.”

“Well, I wish you luck in your search, unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be much help…but growing up with cats taught me they like to curl up in dark hidden holes.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Again sorry for waking you up at this hour…Maybe I can make it up to you. How about I make you breakfast in the morning?”

“Uh…sure,” you respond in surprise. “What time should Zeus and I come over?”

“How about 10 am,” Sebastian suggests.

“Sounds good, we’ll be there.”

“Great I live in apartment 8…I’ll let you go. Sleep well” he states before turning and walking down the hall.

Staying put, you hear his apartment door open and close. Letting out a small sigh, you urge Zeus back into the apartment before locking up. Zeus guides you back to your bedroom. “That was interesting, wasn’t it boy?” His wet nose nudges your hand.

Now that you have plans for part of your day, you set your alarm for eight-thirty, which should give you enough time to walk and feed Zeus before grabbing a shower and seeing your new neighbor.

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You pull on a pair of jeans, your Converse, and a dark blue t-shirt. “Come on Zeus, let’s go take care of business,” you state, grabbing his vest, leash and poop bags. The two of you walk at a brisk pace to the park down the block.

On the way back to your apartment you make a quick stop at a neighborhood bakery to pick up a couple of blueberry and apple spice muffins, not wanting to show up at your new neighbor's apartment empty-handed.

After entering your apartment and removing Zeus’ vest and leash you head to the kitchen, placing the box of muffins on the counter. Prepping his food, you set down his bowl and head for your bathroom to take a quick shower and change into clean clothes.

Twenty minutes later you finish towel drying your hair, whilst navigating your way back to the kitchen. Hanging the towel over the back of one of the bar stools, you grab the box of muffins and your keys. Whilst walking to the door you whistle for Zeus and he comes to your side. As you’re only going down a few doors, you don’t bother putting him on a leash as he won’t leave your side.

Having mapped the corridor that your apartment is on when you first moved into the building you are able to recall where the apartment you’re looking for is located by counting steps. When you reach the apartment you take a calming breath before knocking on the door.

A mumbled curse can be heard from inside followed by footsteps and then you hear the door open.

“Hey, glad you decided to come.” Sebastian states.

With a small chuckle, you reply, “I never turn down an offer for breakfast.” Holding out the box you're carrying, “here are some muffins from the bakery down the block.”

He takes the box from you, “Thanks, but ya didn’t need to bring anything.”

“My momma raised me to never show up empty-handed.”

Sebastian laughs, “Yeah, my mom’s the same way.” He then steps out of the way. “Please come in.”

Taking the folded cane out of your back pocket you slowly navigate into his apartment. “Are there any obstacles or steps?” you ask.

“None. At the end of the hall take a right and you’ll enter an open concept kitchen living area.”

With a few prompts from Sebastian, you make your way to one of the barstools along the kitchen island. “So did you find your escape artist?”

“No, not yet.” He states with a sigh, as he brings over the plates of food and cups of coffee.

The two of you get to know each other better asking each other about your childhoods. About what it was like for him to move to the states from Romania. How you weren’t born blind but had lost your sight in your teens after an accident.

When you finished eating, Sebastian helped you into the living room where you both sat down on the couch and continued talking. You told him about the struggles you had with school, in order to get your certification to be a physical therapist specializing in sports injuries. He told you that he was an actor and some of the roles he’s played. To say you were shocked would be an understatement.

Before you knew it, it was mid-afternoon. Your wristwatch signaling it was time to take Zeus out for his walk.

“Wow, the time has flown by.”

“That’s what happens when you have good company,” Sebastian replies.

With a smile you let out a small whistle, signaling for Zeus to come over. When he does he drops something in your lap.

“What’s this boy?” you ask as you carefully pick up what he deposited in your lap. As you pick it up, the soft fuzzy object wiggles and lets out a soft meow. “Well hello there little one,” You say clutching the creature to you and nuzzling its soft downy fur. “Seb, I think Zeus found Relia for you while we were chatting.”

Carefully you pass the kitten over to him. Your hands brush during the transfer, he mumbles a few words in Romanian as he takes her. He then reaches over and rubs Zeus head, “Good job Zeus.”

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emovirgil-sanders · 6 years ago

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The Black Kitten

This is just a kind of story line/set of headcanons for a Kitten Virgil idea I had last night. Feel free to add onto this if you wanna. There is a lot, so I put it under a read more to make it easy. Warning for mention of slight injuries/infections and declawing- nothing too descriptive though. I uh, also forgot the fact that Thomas is allergic to cats and I don’t feel like going through everything again, so just pretend its added. Or that Virgil just happens to be hypoallergenic.

Thomas is heading home from a gathering with friends when he hears a broken meow come from under his porch. He kneels down and finds this teeny tiny black kitten, trembling from the cold rain that came earlier that day.

Like, this kitten is /tiny\. Like, just barely bigger than Thomas’ hand, despite easily being at least two months old.

It takes forever, but he eventually managed to convince the little kitten to crawl out from under the porch. Thomas carefully picks it up by the scruff of its neck before cradling it in his arms.

The kitten Does Not like being picked up and meows loudly in protest.

Thomas still holds it very carefully in his arms as he carries in inside and to his bathroom.

He sets the kit down and turns his back for approx. 2 seconds while he grabs a towel and when he turns back, the kit is gone.

A few minutes of panicked searching later, he discovers it crouching behind his toilet and brokenly hissing whenever he tried to reach for it.

It took until Thomas got and opened a can of tuna before the kit crawled back out

While it was eating, Thomas carefully dried it off

Examining the kit, Thomas discovered its left ear was shredded- probably from a fight and it was limping on its back right leg. He decides to take it to the vet the next day, but for now, he just let it eat.

The kit, Thomas notes, also has heterochromia- one blue eye and one green.

He also decided that, since the kit was so tiny, he would keep it in the bathroom so it wouldn’t get lost. He gets it another can of tuna, a bowl of water, and a blanket to sleep on.

Bad idea tho, because the kit ended up waking Thomas at around 2 am with loud, worrying cries.

However, once Thomas opens the bathroom door, the kitten bolts out and immediately clambers up the leg of his pj pants, digging in its claws and refusing to let go.

Thomas reluctantly takes the kit back to his bedroom and the kit quickly curled up with Thomas and fell asleep.

When he wakes, the kitten is still there, brokenly purring in its sleep.

Thomas ‘aww’s and pets the kit before getting up and getting dressed. He momentarily lost the kit in his black blankets, but carefully scooped it up and placed it into a box lined with a soft blanket because he didn’t have a proper carrier. The kitten watched Thomas from within the box and luckily didn’t attempt to jump out, just meowing up at Thomas.

The car ride was worse, but Thomas was luckily able to keep the kit inside the car.

At the vets, the veterinarian panics after seeing the kitten because its so tiny and thin and it was obviously the runt of the litter, but it's such a fighter and everything.

The vet patches up the kitten and prescribes several antibiotics and such for Thomas to give to the kitten because, aside from its outer injuries, it also ends up having worms and fleas and various stomach bugs, along with injuries to its vocal cords- permanently damaging its voice.

They have to amputate the kitten’s ear because of how badly damaged and infected it was.

It’s back leg was sprained, but they couldn’t do much but advise Thomas to try to not to let the kitten walk around much.

The vet asks about declawing the kitten and Thomas agrees- not knowing the problems it could cause later in life. (And when he does learn, he regrets his every choice and apologies to the cat at every moment he can)

But, Thomas does learn the kitten is a boy and he gets a chance to name it because, yeah, he’s obviously going to keep it.

He thinks for a while before remembering one book he read in high school- Dante’s Inferno- and remembered a name he really liked. Virgil.

And that becomes the kitten’s name.

The next few months after that are fun, panic fueled weeks as Thomas struggles to keep his eyes on the kitten that hides everywhere and manages to -somehow- get anywhere it wants.

Like, Thomas comes home one day to hear the loud, cracky meow from the kitchen. Virgil is up on top of the fridge. No clear path to getting up there. He just managed to get up there. And now he’s too scared to come back down. It takes Thomas forever to get him down too.

Or, his favorite hiding places are under the couch or behind the television or squeezed on top of books on the bookshelf. Like, there is nowhere that this kitten won’t hide.

And it scares Thomas half to death when he can’t find the kitten anywhere because he’s so tiny. I mean, he eventually finds the kitten curled up between the pillows of his bed or somehow in the cabinets in the kitchen, but he still hates when he loses the kitten.

(And, Virgil’s growth is stunted, so he doesn’t get much bigger either)

It takes Virgil forever to get accustomed to Thomas too. He’s incredibly skittish and runs at anything.

Despite the broken voice, Virgil does not hesitate to use it. He hisses at anyone who comes too close to him and meows loudly when he wants attention or food. He yowls when someone tries to pick him up and bats at any hands that come close to him. He will climb things and meow his loud, broken meow until Thomas comes to investigate.

A very grumpy cat at times.

But, as time passes, Virgil slowly becomes more used to Thomas and ends up being more of a lap cat than Thomas would’ve thought.

And then the asshole side of him comes out.

Which only makes Thomas panic more.

(It was Joan’s idea to nickname Virgil Anxiety because of how panic inducing the cat was)

Virgil loves to get into things he’s not supposed to.

(Have u seen the YouTube channel, Jun’s Kitchen/Rachel And Jun’s Adventures? Think Poki the cat- I would link a video, but I don’t know if Tumblr is still fucking people over for having links. It’s not hard to search up tho.)

Thomas legit has to get cabinet locks to keep Virgil out of things.

Don’t ask how he got the fridge open to get into the lunch meat either. Thomas doesn’t know.

Virgil loves to knock things off of counters and tables, but if it makes a loud crash, you bet that boy will be out of there in a flash, hiding somewhere with the most innocent look a guilty cat could manage when he’s found.

Glass is his favorite thing to break- but it’s also the thing that makes him run the fastest.

No trash can is safe from Virgil.

Legit, Thomas has to put the trash into a cabinet with a child lock on it or else Virgil will get into it.

Just.. don’t ask how he keeps getting into the fridge.

Hear muffled squeaky meows? Search everywhere until you find wherever the cat is stuck.

Virgil does not seem to realize that he’s grown and cannot fit into places he used to be able to.

He already knocked down the tv once (now it’s mounted on the wall, though that doesn’t stop Virge from attempting to jump onto it)

Virgil still does have his skittishness tho. He hates new people. And thunderstorms. And the vacuum. Basically, loud noises.

The only new people exception was Talyn.

When they first came over, Virgil walked right on over and plopped down on their lap.

And this was when Virgil was still a kit and wasn’t used to Thomas.

He just smelled cat on Talyn and was like- yup, this human is safe.

Virgil will not move until Talyn moves him

Nor will he sit with anyone else if Talyn is over

He hates Joan with a vengeance tho

Might be because they were the one to convince Thomas that Virgil needed a bath and later helped Thomas give Virgil a bath.

Virgil will go into a room he knows Joan is in and sit in the middle of the room with his back to Joan, actively letting them know he’s ignoring them.

Speaking of baths..

Virgil

HATES

Baths

Getting that cat anywhere near water is an impossible task

Joan had to (try to) hold Virgil down while Thomas bathed him

All three of them ended up soaking wet and unhappy.

But, Virgil was clean (and he smelled like lilacs!)

He can’t claw at anyone, but he will bite if he’s upset. Thomas has learned his lesson with trying to interact with Virgil when he’s grumpy, pissed off, or upset.

Honestly, with Virgil, it’s a 50/50 chance he will either bite you or rub up against you if you hold out your hand to him.

That’s all that’s really come to my mind for right now. If you want to add something onto this, feel free to. I would love to see anything you’ve written, so make sure you tag me if you do write something.

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