#i hope you enjoy the rest of mrow

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Yall, I've barely drafted Mrow 3 & my taglist has exceeded an entire page i- 😃😃

[unrepentantcheeseaddict]

Writing Share Tag

Thanks for the tag, @mundanemoongirl ☺️

Open tag, because I'm half asleep and can't remember anyone's full usernames at the moment.

This is the first part of a shortish story I'm working on, hope y'all enjoy!

Mother Wake is more than legend. She’s a creature of the deep sea, lurking in the churning dark water under the chalk cliffs. She learned to speak our language a long time ago. The men say they hear her singing when they take the boats out to fish. Only the men. Women of the Chalk Coast never leave the land. We haven’t done for sixty years. My granny’s older sister was the last one who tried.

Granny doesn’t talk about her often, but we know the main strokes of the story. Granny was ten. Alice was a few years older at thirteen, pretty and headstrong. She talked her sister into helping her steal a small boat one night. Granny chickened out at the last minute. She sat on the docks while her sister sailed off, and said she’d wait until Alice came back. Alice got far enough from shore, out into the deep part of the water. That was when she jumped. She never came back up. They never even found a body.

“Merra!”

I snap to attention in my seat, whacking one bony elbow against the corner of our kitchen table. Pain shoots through my whole arm and I cuss. My Mum sighs, loud and long. “You were daydreaming again, weren’t you?"

I duck my head. “Sorry Mum.”

She smiles her crooked smile. “Don’t bother with your sorries, I know you can’t help it. Let’s just get these potatoes peeled.”

I give a sloppy little salute. “Aye-aye, Captain.”

Mum snorts. “Stinking right I’m Captain of this house. Your Pa and your brothers can have the boat, I’ll take my garden and my chickens anyday.”

I grin and get back to peeling potatoes. She and Pa have five children, but I’m smack in the middle and the only girl. That means I’m the only one who stays home to help with the land-bound chores. There are a lot of land-bound chores.

I don’t mind it most days, especially in early summer when everything’s growing in the garden. But right now it’s dead of winter, snow’s thick on the ground outside, and we’re stuck all sleeping in the two big beds near the woodstove. Mum and I have spent most of our time knitting, chopping wood for the fire, and triple-checking our stores in the root cellar and meat shed to make sure we don’t need to borrow too much from our neighbors.

After we’ve got everything peeled and cut for stew, Mum tends the fire. I light the kerosene lamps to ward off the gloomy dark gathering outside. Our cat, Betty, rubs against my legs and purrs before starting back over to the larger bed. She’s spent most of her days there since she had her kittens two weeks back and hasn’t had time to hunt so much. I sigh and give her a leg off the chicken I tried to cook yesterday. I left it in too long and the legs are more like jerky now.

Betty gives me an approving mrow. She catches the thigh bone up in her mouth and carries it closer to the bed, so she can watch her babies while she eats. They’re in Granny’s lap right now, tumbling over each other while she snores steadily louder. How she sleeps so well through the rest of our noise I’ve no clue.

“At least you like my cooking, Betty.” I joke, wiping my hands on my apron.

“Merra?” Mum calls.

“Huh?”

“Run down to the cellar and fetch some more carrots, will you? I forgot to grab enough of them the first time around.”

I nod, already putting on my shawl.

Once I get into the cellar, I hear an odd sound. Like water dripping. I frown, trying to listen closer. There shouldn’t be water down here, and if there is, it’s a problem. With water around, rot will get into our food stores. Without them we might not last the rest of winter.

I pace the length of the cellar, lifting my lantern to inspect every inch of the walls. Once I reach the far corner, I see it. There’s a big crack in the wall, just large enough to fit myself through if I turn sideways. I hear the sounds of dripping water clearer now, echoing through the darkness on the other side of it.

“That’s never been there before.” I mutter.

I know what I should do. Get the carrots, go back up and tell Mum about the crack.

But I'm too curious for my own good, always have been. So instead I suck in my stomach, heft the lantern out to one side, and shuffle sideways into the crack in the wall. The stone scrapes at my elbows and tugs loose threads from my skirts, but I can fit all right. It’s dry so far. I still can hear the water clearly though, and a cool breeze tickles my face. I wrinkle my nose. It smells like rotten seaweed and bloody fish guts, the way the docks do after the men bring home a big catch.

Then my brains catch up to my nose and I frown again. Wind underground makes about as much sense as the sun rising westward, unless there’s a cave down here.

“Well, I ought to make sure.” I tell myself firmly. “Can’t go worrying Mum if it might be nothing.”

That’s an excuse, and every part of me knows it. It’s foolhardy in all ways to go down into an unknown cave with only myself. But I’ve been cooped up in our little house for half the winter already, and cooped up in our little nameless village for my entire stinking life. I could use a little foolhardiness, no matter how much Mum scolds me afterwards.

So I take a deep breath and keep going. A few dozen steps more and the crack widens out, becoming something like a big, jagged stone tunnel. It slopes down steep and twisty. I keep going anyhow, keeping my free hand on the rough walls and my eyes on my feet. If I trip, who knows how far I’d fall.

The tunnel keeps going down, down, down. I follow it, squeezing through another thinner crack and a couple steep spots where I’m more climbing than walking. The smell is stronger now, and the walls are getting damp and slippery. I stop for a moment, realizing I have no idea how long I’ve been down here.

“I hope Mum isn’t worried.” I mumble.

But I know she is, and I’m already hunching my shoulders in shame at what a bad idea this was. I have the sense to check my lantern, then. The candle wick is almost burnt to nothing. The flame is wavering on the pool of melted wax at the bottom, sending my shadow flickering and dancing along the tunnel walls.

I cuss, more than I ever would if Mum was there. I’m turning to make my way back, but I turn too fast. My shawl swirls the air into a breeze, and the lantern goes out.

[saving-word-crawls]

Fantastical Train Word Crawl

By: SilentSilverSlip

I hope you’re ready for your short train trip. Oh, what’s that? You haven’t packed your bags? Best get to it! Sprint for five minutes.

Got everything? Charger? Writing tool of choice? The black cat known only as Abyss sitting in the shadows of your bag? Awesome! Best head off to the train, however you want to do it.

You decide to take a leisurely walk. Hold a 12 minute sprint.

Good thing you’ve got your good shoes on! Take off for a small run. Hold a 8 minute sprint.

You have better things to do than walk along the streets, dodging bicycles and dragons and the goddamn magical geese which refuse to move out of the way, no matter how much you shout. And so, you decide to drive. Hold a 5 minute sprint.

You have better things to do than try to stick to the footpaths and the roads. You decide to take your handy broomstick and fly. Hold a 13 minute sprint (look, there are rules about flying and airways and what roads you can take, there’s a lot of traffic up there!)

You make it to the train station, only almost late, which is better than being late by far. The train is already waiting in the station, purple smoke puffing up from the front carriage. The rest of the train is vaguely Hogwarts-esque, black with red highlights. You squint at it, suspicious. Does the smoke appear to be forming random animal shapes or is just your imagination?

“All aboard!” Well, there’s no time for questioning such things, you quickly pull out the ticket in your pocket and hand it over, before climbing on board the train. Your bag thumps against your side as you look for your seat. What was it again?

The aisle and the various seats look endless, and the ticket stub with the seat number seems to be getting smaller and smaller. Was that a 5 or a snake shifting around the ticket? Lifting it closer to your face seems to be no help, either. Best do it the old-fashioned way then—walk until a seat looks right.

Sprint for 10 minutes as you look for your seat.

There it is! You settle down in the carriage, offering a smile to the people nearby. You’ve been gifted with a window seat, which is fantastic because you’re sure there will be amazing views—once you leave the city. At the moment, all you can see are the other stations, grey and boring with the other travellers the only bright blurs of colours.

A phoenix, flames blue-green-orange, races across one platform, wings extending on either side. Your attention is drawn away, however, as the train slowly begins to pull out of the station

And, while the cityscape surrounds you, you decide to get some wording done while you wait for the far prettier views to appear in your window.

Sprint for 15 minutes.

When you emerge from your haze, you glance outside, and blink in surprise. The countryside almost seems to be glowing green and the sky is bluer than you’ve ever seen. And, if you squint, you can make out a herd of unicorns racing across the fields. They move so quickly that their legs almost seem to be blurring together, becoming one endless river of white.

“Mrow.” A call has you looking away from your window and you look down at your bag, to see Abyss poking their head out at you. The black cat stares up at you, nose wrinkling. Their green eyes grow bigger and you find yourself giving in.

“Alright, I’ll go get some food.”

“Mrow.” Cats, it turns out, can sound quite content when they meow. This is not new to you, but Abyss does it extremely well.

Roll a 3d3 and times the number by 50. That’s how many words you have to sprint to, best get going!

You find the trolley witch who, for some reason, also carries cat treats. She offers you a brown paper bag with six tuna surprises. Abyss seems to enjoy these ones in particular, though you’re not sure if that’s because they’re in the shape of the earth or if it’s because they taste like fish.

Regardless, you bring it back to your carriage, only to find that Abyss is nowhere to be seen. You knew bringing Abyss might have been a bad idea, but you could hardly leave the cat behind! Which carriage should you go check out first?

You now get to choose which carriage to investigate. You’ll need to check out all the cabins before moving onto the next step!

Pick a number between 1 and 5

No. 1: The Stylish Carriage

There… appear to be a lot of people here and they all seem dressed to the nines. You feel somewhat out of place in your clothes, which are very much casual clothes and not at all ready for the party.

“Hello dear!” someone calls, and you turn to look at them and find yourself wondering if you’ve fallen into some Pride and Prejudice costume carriage. You’re fairly certain those clothes hadn’t been in fashion since the 19th century, though that didn’t necessarily stop people from wearing them, you supposed. “Join us for some tea and cakes, yes?”

And, well, you can’t not join, can you?

Sprint for 15 minutes. These people can sure hold a conversation!

Abyss is not in this carriage, so you best move on. What’s the next carriage on your list?

No. 2: Alice in Wonderland the Second Carriage

There must have been a theme for this train that you weren’t told. Upon entering the second carriage, you find yourself besieged by people who seem to have just left Wonderland. There’s Alice, in her blue dress; and a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat and a top hat, complete with a time piece. Not to mention, you see the Madhatter and the Dormouse too. There’s also the March Hare, with a slim red bowtie around their neck.

Somehow, they appear to be holding a tea party in the carriage despite the seats separating them. You can even see a tea kettle floating over your head, purple with green dragons streaking across its surface.

Something sends a gust of smoke into your face and you cough, waving your hand. Since when is smoking allowed on trains?!

“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

Well, why is a raven like a writing desk? Sprint to 200 words as you try to figure out the answer!

Once you answer the question, the being that might be a massive caterpillar but could also just be someone in a very realistic costume, huffs. “You are missing the point,” they say.

Which, well, you’re also missing a cat, who doesn’t seem to be here at all. And, while you wouldn’t mind some tea, you have a feeling that whatever inky blackness is pouring out of the kettle isn’t actually tea. Best to move on.

No. 3: How good is your eyesight?

You cannot see a single thing in this carriage. No, seriously. Even the seats are hidden from sight, and there must be something hiding the windows from sight. Holding your hands out in front of you, you do your best to walk through the darkness without stumbling into anything.

Sprint to 150 words in 5 minutes.

Success – You made it out of the carriage without any issues, but also without a cat.

Failure – You made it out of the carriage, complete with a stubbed toe and many curses, and… without a cat.

No. 4: OSHA Violations

You walk into the carriage, only to immediately duck a fireball. “Hey!” you shout, popping back up with your hands on your hips. “Watch what you’re doing with that!”

Three teenagers stare back at you. One shifts awkwardly. “Oops?”

Oops is right. You huff. “It’s Magic 101 to practice fire spells safely, complete with the necessary precautions,” you lecture. “Even ignoring the flammable nature of everything in this cabin, you should have a shield up at minimum.”

“We’ll do that next time,” one of the teenagers says begrudgingly. Had you ever been like that? Magic, you hope not.

Do you continue to lecture the teenagers? If yes, sprint for 15 minutes. If not, sprint for 7 minutes.

The teenagers, still somewhat grumpy, part with a lighter so that you don’t share their actions with their parents—only one cabin along.

Regardless, though you might now have a lighter, you are still lacking abysses—and Abyss. Best to keep looking.

No. 5: Partying Without the Kids

The fifth carriage holds a rambunctious group of adults, who all seem to be celebrating for one reason or another. When you enter, someone shoves a party hat on your head and you find yourself holding—not a paper plate with a cake on it—but an old-fashioned lantern… without a candle.

Everyone cheers at you and someone toots a party streamer at you, loud enough that you jump. The lantern swings wildly in your hand.

“You get a candle if you pin the hat on the witch!” someone challenges you. Before you can even answer, a blindfold is put around your head and you find yourself spinning around.

Sprint for a dizzying 3 minutes!

Unfortunately for everyone around you, this is kind of your speciality, even without magic. Somewhat confidently, and maybe zigzagging a little, you make your way up to the carriage window and slap the witch hat onto the poster.

You pull off the blindfold, and grin upon seeing that you’ve managed to stick the witch hat on the witch. Success! You’ve got a candle for your lantern!

And no cat…

Where could that cat be? If you were a black cat named Abyss, where would you go…

Of course, the third carriage full of shadows! You didn’t see anything because you were blind in the dark, but now you have a lighter, a candle, and a lantern. There’s no stopping you now!

Full of courage and cheer, you enter the dark carriage with your lantern held aloft. Yellow light pools out around you, fighting back the shadows. Red eyes glow from one of the corners and you gulp, watching as a shadow shifts.

Abyss… is no longer cat size. Eek!

Convince Abyss that being the size of a small horse is really not quite what they want, and that they should probably return to being house cat-sized. Sprint for 20 minutes!

Somehow, against all the odds, you manage to convince Abyss to shrink themselves back, and you find your arms full with a black cat who is acting like they’ve never done anything wrong in their life ever. Like the moment you left them, they didn’t go and try to turn into an abyss consuming monster that came from another world with the desire to destroy this one.

Cats, honestly. They were really quite alien creatures.

You were quite an adventurer a few years ago, but you certainly don’t miss the whole… fighting aspect. Much better to enjoy travelling without warring about grave injury or, y’know, death.

Returning to your seat, Abyss still in your arms, you decide to relax in your seat for a bit, enjoy the scenery outside…

Sprint to the nearest 500 or 1000.

“Please disembark from the train!”

You blearily re-emerge from sleep. Abyss, a black housecat once more, blinks up at you from the ground. “Mrow?”

“I’m fine,” you reply, wiping a hand across your eyes. You can’t believe you’re already at your destination. You glance down at the cat who caused more mischief than you’d expected—and done a good job at preventing you from wording too. “You are a danger.”

Abyss seems extraordinarily pleased with this and licks one of their paws. You roll your eyes in amusement, and quickly organise yourself, packing your bag. Time to head off to the holiday house you booked—and to actually enjoy your vacation.

Hopefully there will be no more Abyss-related adventures…

I hope you enjoyed this word crawl! Thanks for giving it a go!

[nth-times-the-charm]

Good thing I don't need to schedule these to satisfy some algorithm, I doubt many people will see them and if they ever reach someone that's cool, but it isn't the point really, oh and if you are that person hi, i hope these give you something back, maybe I'm a fucking writing genius and i haven't noticed, or maybe you know more about writing than I do an can already tell I'm an amateur by the sloppy way in which I write.

So, about the actual dumping, i should write about the big one, my brother tried to commit exit minecraft server about a week ago, he's fine now, well, physiologically at least, but it was a serious attempt, I don't think he planned it, but he meant it, and i have so much happening inside me because of it... First things first, I was fucking scared, and sad, and angry, and i wanted both to hug him and hit him because how can he be so fucking dumb, he genuinely thought we'd get over it if he'd manage to do it, he sincerely thought it would have been a matter of time for us to get better, his failed attempt managed to completely derail my end of semester at uni, if he'd manage to do it he probably would have derailed my entire life, i have no idea how I'd deal with something like that... It's not my first time facing that fear, it's not even my first time facing that fear about my brother, fuck, I've even felt it about myself many many times, but it never felt so close, it's never been so clear that he meant what he did, that it wasn't just a need for some rest, or being too overwhelmed, he sincerely couldn't see how much we'd suffer... And honestly it makes me angry, it's stupid, it's really really stupid, specially if you've never had the feeling of wanting to go away, I've felt it hundreds of times, I've had intrusive thoughts about it, I've had them since I was a kid, i remember still believing in God and asking him to make me go away in my sleep, and shit, I haven't prayed like that since middle school, it's been on the back of my head for years now, and at this point i think i can live with it, i do feel like I've gone through some invisible threshold and that i genuinely value my life more than the idea of having the shit that makes me feel bad stop. That being said, I've always known who I'd hurt and how much I'd hurt them, even in my worse moment, I'd even go as far as saying that it's kept me from taking rash decisions, and the fact that he didn't have that really hurts, because i know just how bad you'd have to feel to reach that point... And fuck, it feels gross putting this into words, but that's what this place is for... I can't help feeling jealous, because I know how bad he wanted to go through with it, because I've felt it, i know how strongly it calls for you, and how with the weight of the world on your shoulders, the idea of dropping that weight feels more inviting than anything I've felt, so I know how it feels, but I've always stopped... I always had something change my mind, I've always known that if i didn't enjoy life at least it was worthed to make it so the people around me didn't have to go through my death. And he managed to let go of that, he managed to do what I've grossly called myself a coward for not doing, it's been years now, he's far from a role model in that sense, i won't follow in his steps any soon, and well, like I said that jealousy mostly feels gross, but it is there, like a primal urge, I know it won't go away, I know there's something about us that makes it so that logging out seems like a solution, i know some people won't ever consider it, but I've managed to tame my little critter into calming down and collaborating with the rest of my dumb brain into coming up with actual solutions, he hasn't managed to get that under control, and when I realized that, that part of me felt like it has smelled blood for the first time in ages.

I just hope he's okay... And mrow than anything i really hope he never manages to go through with it... I've been scared about it with many people more times than i care to admit, and i think that i haven't had someone close actually do it out of luck, because some have been close, i hope we're all okay in the end...

[tonguetiedraven]

Can you do like- a lil scene of Kuro and Ryuuji having to bond bc Rin isn't around or smth? I rarely ever see content of Ryuuji and Kuro interacting but I adore it.

Kuro and Ryuuji scenes are the best <3 Rin is (kind of) around in this fic, but he's asleep. I hope it fits the bill ^^

Tw/Cw for vaguely implied child abuse from Section 13.

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Bon was weary and it had been the worst sort of day. The sort where he honestly wanted to curl up in a ball and not move for a few days. Possibly even cry.

It had been more than a year, but every time he found out something new about Section 13 and the monstrosities it conducted, it still tore out his heart. It still had him fisting his hands and trying to fight off nausea. The investigation had been taken over by an official unit, but Lightning still led the charge and Bon ended up working with the shit more often than not.

The dorm was quiet when he slipped inside, a bit too weary to make the trek back to his own dorm to spend a night alone. He’d rather curl up with Rin and hold him while he fought off the demons. Rin would be asleep, but he’d still be warm and solid, and Bon would still be happy to hold and cuddle his boyfriend. 

He trudged up the steps, a bit curious about the lack of greeting meows. Kuro typically wandered the halls at night, or the areas around the dorm. Bon would always get greeted partway up the path to the dorm, or at the stairs. Kuro would meow, Bon would give him a few chin scratches, and they’d walk the rest of the way to Rin’s room together while Bon gave him a vague sort of update/explanation for why he was here. 

While Bon had never been much of a cat person, he was sad to be alone. He enjoyed the time and the little meows and cherrups Kuro would give as he talked. 

The bedroom door was cracked, and Bon could already hear the twins’ joined snores from outside. The sound had once grated on him (back before he’d really even known who Rin was) but now it was familiar and had the tense lines of his shoulders relaxing a little. He pushed the door open and slipped inside, pausing when he heard a confused sort of ‘mrow?’

“Kuro?”

“Mrow!” Not loud enough to wake the twins, but enough to confirm Bon’s suspicions. A glance around didn’t reveal the cat sidhe, but he stepped further in the room anyway and gently moved the door back to mostly shut. Just enough for a cat sidhe to slip in and out. 

Satisfied with that, he went to Rin’s dresser, tugged the middle drawer open, and pulled out the pajama bottoms he kept over here. He set them on top of the dresser next to the pictures of Shirou and Yuri, and began to tug off his tie and uniform.

A low purr drew his attention, along with a slight fuzzy pressure against his bare ankle. Kuro rubbed up against him, lightly scenting him and greeting him. 

“Hey bud,” he bent down to give the cat sidhe a scratch behind the ears and got a louder purr as both tails weaved merrily through the air before going still. Kuro turned his head fully into Bon’s ankle and took a deep sniff before making a disgruntled sort of noise. 

“Sorry. It’s been a rough night.”

Kuro sat down and stared up at him expectantly while Bon continued to change into his pajamas. He managed to get dressed in his night things and started on folding his clothes before the glowing stare finally made him crack.

“Alright. I’ll tell ya. Just stop with the guilt trip, okay?” 

Kuro trilled. 

Focusing back on his clothes — it was always easiest to talk about these sort of things when he was doing something else—he started to explain the latest finds and the new horrors they’d unraveled. He lifted Kuro up once he was finished folding and carefully made his way to the bed. Rin had shoved himself up against the wall like he always did, so Bon just slipped in beside him and coaxed his head from the pillow to Bon’s arm. Rin’s leg looped over his hip, and his arm draped over Bon’s stomach as he turned into the kola he always was.

Kuro waited just until Rin was settled and snoring loudly again—he’d never actually stopped snoring—to climb up on Bon’s chest and settle so his head was nudged under Bon’s chin. He used to dislike this sort of weight, but… well. He’d never actually slept with anyone until Rin. He’d always had his own space and never had to deal with other people pressing against him or throwing a limb on him. It had been a bit overwhelming, a bit too warm, too different, and then…

And then it had become comforting, and it had gotten hard to sleep without it. Kuro’s weight was welcome and comforting, and his little breaths were strangely soothing.

Kuro kneaded at his shoulder, and Bon nodded (slightly) his understanding.

“Yeah. It just… It was a lot. And I know we already knew this shit, and that I shoulda put it together already, but I just…” he sighed, voice hardly more than a breath. Not even as loud as Rin’s rumbling snore or Yukio’s stuffy sounding snore. More than enough for Kuro’s demonic ears though. “I keep hoping, you know? Keep hoping that someone actually cared. That I’ll finally find a file about someone helping all those kids. They didn’t deserve any of that shit.”

Kuro nudged his chin and made a low mournful noise.

“Right? It sucks. And I can’t stop thinking about those clones at the other lab. They were just kids too. I know they’re out there still doing this shit and those kids are being hurt too, and left like that. I gotta do something to help and instead I’m just—”

Kuro hissed and pulled his head out from under Bon’s. His glowing eyes were narrowed in a glare and the soothing purr he’d been doing — which Bon hadn’t even noticed but had enjoyed — stopped. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You weren’t there. You don’t know what it’s like.”

Kuro’s ears went momentarily back before flicking forward again. He got a little lower and the hiss turned into a full growl as he bared his teeth. 

“I should—”

Kuro head butted his chin hard enough to make him shut his mouth. It was a silly move, but it did make it where Bon could feel his horns. They weren’t particularly threatening in his tiny form, but they were something unmistakably demonic. 

Satisfied with that move and Bon’s silence, Kuro sat back and stared him down. His tails flicked over Bon’s hands, and for a moment, he wished desperately that he could understand what the cat sidhe’s sad eyes were trying to tell him. So much so that he was tempted to wake Rin and ask him to translate.

He wouldn’t. At least one of them deserved a nice night. Asking would remind Rin of the horrors he’d seen in that horrible place, and Bon wouldn’t do that. He just stared back and tried not to think of the terrible images and awful explanations for the crimes committed in that lab.

Kuro nudged his way under Bon’s hand and licked along his wrist before nuzzling him there. He held Bon’s gaze as he did, his double tails flicking through the—

Oh. Right. Double tails. Of course. How stupid of him. 

He shifted the hand Kuro was nuzzling and didn’t try to stop the tears that filled his eyes this time. A few half muffled sobs left him, but he mostly stifled them. Rin slept like the dead and Yukio slept like the mostly dead, so he knew he wasn’t being too loud for them. Hell, he could shout and that might wake Yukio, but even that was a toss up. He cuddled Kuro close, wrapped his arm tight around Rin, and explained it all. Kuro made a few mournful noises and kept up the soothing purrs as he explained and kept his head tucked under Bon’s, which made it easier to let the tears streak down cheeks until he finally explained it all. 

The resulting silence felt less heavy than when he’d come in.

“I forget some times,” he finally murmured, stroking down Kuro’s back in long lines, “how old you are. You… you know how bad it can be.”

A mournful sort of meow and another gentle nuzzle against his throat. 

“What’s your secret? Huh? How do you deal with it?”

Kuro yowled in a way that sounded strangely like Rin’s name. His next yowl sounded a bit like Yuki. The cat flopped over on its side, letting Bon rub along its belly and purred a little louder.

“Family?”

A hiss. No?

“Friends?’

Another hiss.

“What? People?”

A purr, so yes.

Okay. 

No. He didn’t get it.

“Huh?”

Kuro sat up and stared him down again. He nudged Bon’s chin, and then nuzzled Rin’s sleeping cheek before sitting back on his haunches and staring Bon down. 

“I don’t… what? Connections?”

Kuro huffed out a tired and frustrated sound, and yeah, Bon got that. “Want me to wake him up?”

A hiss. At least they were in agreement on Rin sleeping. 

Kuro stared for another moment and tilted his head. His ears flicked, his eyes widened, and he suddenly smiled. He shuffled forward slightly and put a paw over Bon’s chest. Over his heart. 

“Heart?”

Kuro nodded. Rin. Yukio. Heart. Huh. 

“Finding the good?”

Kuro nodded and flopped down on him again. He nudged his way under Bon’s chin and resumed his purring like it was as simple as that. 

He supposed it could be. After all, Section 13 had Yuri as well as all those monsters. It had created Shirou, who had tried to make a difference. It had Jenny who had died for the kids, and it had led to the two other boys in this room. It didn’t fix the wrongs, but it was something to hold onto. In the meantime, he had a purring cat who (unless he was mistaken) had grown a bit larger. The weight was soothing, and the soft vibrations were making his eyes heavy against his will. 

He was woken up twice by Kuro, right when the dreams started to go south. A paw in the face wasn’t the best way to wake up, but it was better than the dreams. Kuro flopped on top of his head after the second one, and it was better than a sleep mask at blocking out the light, and he hoped it would block out the nightmares too. He woke up hacking on cat fur, but he still felt better for it. 

(And if he snuck Kuro a bit of his breakfast, well, what Rin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.)

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20 - Both are drunk and happy + 28 - “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

You sat at the end of the couch, swirling around a glass of gin mixed with ice, blue- and blackberries. It tasted sweet, just like the evening was, because at the other end of the couch sat Jumin Han, enjoying his nth glass of wine for this night. You were kind of nervous at first but with each toxicating sip you took of your drink your heart felt lighter. The both of you talked about this and that, joking about Saeyoungs failed attempts to kidnap the cat that was resting between the two of you.

His angelic laughter filled the walls of his living room and disturbed his purrfectly white cat in her slumber, with a "mrow" she jumped down from the couch and tapped away - on the search for a quieter sleeping spot. But it also left a rather large gap between you and Jumin. He smiled, and casually scooted over to you, coming nearer to you, one arm resting on the back of the sofa. You never saw him sit so leisurely like he was in that moment. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, you could see his collar bones. His cheeks were a little bit pinkish from the warmth of the alcohol he drank. He looked so cute, you thought, leaned back, and not so unintentional put your shoulder against the back of the couch too, just within reach for his hand.

His slender fingers brushed softly over the exposed skin on your shoulder and you sighed while closing your eyes. Jumin breathed in and took another sip. With a smile playing on his lips he inched his head closer. “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” he asked.

And without thinking you closed the distance between the both of you. Your lips brushing over his own, your free hand brushed over his cheek, and before you knew what was happening he deepened the kiss.

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We’ve Got Tonight

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 3,540

Square: Free Space, using “We’ve Got Tonight” by Bob Seger from the song list (song lyrics in bold type)

TW: Includes a brief re-cap of “Sightless in a Savage Land”, so a brief mention of rape murder; angst, hurt/comfort, implied smut

Tags: @thatesqcrush, @madamsnape921

A/N: This is a follow up to “An Exile of Our Own Making”. Sorry for the delay in getting this out. Everything was going fine until I hit a patch of writer’s block and bad mental health days. This starts prior to “Sightless in a Savage Land” and then jumps to immediately afterward. This also ended up being on the longer side. I feel like I threw everything at it, except the kitchen sink.

           After your fateful meeting with Rafael you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. The next day you went into work and everyone seemed to automatically know that something was wrong. Amanda and Kat eventually got it out of you. As expected, Amanda wasn’t thrilled that you’d gone to see your ex without her to back you up. Kat, ever the good partner, said she’d there to listen if you wanted to talk about it. You didn’t but thanked her anyway. Lucia Barba called three times, begging you to come to Christmas dinner and talk to her son. As much as you wanted one of Lucia’s home-cooked meals, you politely declined. You were working the Christmas shift. You did reassure her that you would speak to Rafael again, but only when you were ready to, and on your own terms.

           You also scheduled an emergency session with your therapist. She also wasn’t thrilled that you had gone to see Rafael, but she listened while you cried and dumped out the contents of your heart. It eventually led to a discussion about forgiveness, more specifically, whether or not you could forgive Rafael. You had told her that you thought you could, but you still needed more time to process your current emotions. You needed to sit down and have an actual conversation with him, you had barely given him an opportunity to speak when you’d last met. You figured that you should at least give him a chance to explain himself, even if it hurt to hear it.

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           Thankfully Christmas Day was uneventful. You caught up on all your paperwork, reviewed open casefiles, updated some profiles and case notes, and cleaned and reorganized your desk. Liv called a couple hours before your shift was over to check in and tell you to go home early and enjoy the rest of the day. You thanked her, and then called in your usual order to your favorite Thai takeout place as you were walking out the door.

********************

           When you arrived back at your apartment, takeout dinner in hand, you were met at the door by a talkative orange ball of fluff.

           “Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!”

           “Yes, baby, I know! Your dinner is late,” You said to your cat. You made sure your door was locked, then put down your food and work bag and shrugged off your coat and boots. “Just give me a sec- hey! Inigo! That food is not for you!”

           Inigo stopped sniffing the takeout bag and looked at you like he was insulted. You sighed and picked up the food, taking into your kitchen and placing it on the counter. You then grabbed Inigo’s food and water bowls. You refilled the water bowl and put it back down, hoping it would distract him while you opened the cat food can and used a fork to deposit the wet, squishy substance into his food dish. Because it was Christmas, you garnished it with few cat treats. You put the dish down next to his water bowl and he hungrily dug in.

           “Merry Christmas, Inigo,” you said with a smile.

           After changing into your pajamas, you settled on the couch with your dinner and a glass of wine and began your annual Christmas movie marathon. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to stay awake, so you started off with Gremlins. You had just gotten to the part where Billy is starting to bond with Gizmo when you phone rang. You grabbed it off the coffee table and saw it was Lucia Barba wanting to facetime. You swiped to answer and were shocked to see Rafael’s face looking back at you.

           “Hi, I know that I’m probably the last person that you want to talk to, but I just wanted to say, Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

           “It’s okay, I’m glad you called, but next time, use your own phone, okay? Merry Christmas Rafael. How are you?”

           “I’m about as well as I can be. You?”

           “Yeah, I’m good,” you replied. A loud sound from your TV got both your attention.

           “Is that the sound of a Mogwai in distress?” Rafael inquired. “You’re watching Gremlins, aren’t you?”

           “Of course, I am, it’s my favorite Christmas movie.”

           At that moment, Inigo decided to jump into your lap and demand his nightly cuddles.

           “Wait, you have a cat now?”

           At the sound of Rafael’s voice, Inigo turned and looked at your phone, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

           “Mrow?”

           “Yes, I do. Rafael, meet Inigo. Inigo, can you say ‘Hi’ to Rafael?”

           Inigo gave a disinterested “Mrow”, and then curled up in your lap and started to purr. You massaged his head with your free hand.

           “Wow,” said Rafael, “I was not expecting that. Is he named after who I think he’s named after?”

           “Yes, he is,” you chuckled. “I adopted him about six months after you left. My therapist thought it might be good if I had an animal to take care of, and I’ve always been a cat person. He was an injured kitten when I found him at the shelter. I took one look at him, and I just knew. He’s been my fluffy baby ever since.”

           You were surprised how easily the conversation flowed between the two of you. Neither of you brought up the elephant in the room, but that was okay. You weren’t ready to have that conversation yet, and when you did, you wanted it to be face to face. Right now, it just felt good to talk to him again. He told you about the legal work he’d been doing, you told him stories about your cat, and how Sonny was doing working in the DA’s office. And by the time you signed off the call, you felt a spark of hope growing in your heart.

********************

The time between Christmas and New Year’s came and went. You spoke to Rafael a few more times via facetime. You had time to think, and the more you thought about it, the more you wondered if a second chance was staring you right in the face. Life wasn’t a movie and most people didn’t get second chances, but every day that went by made you a little more sure that reconciliation was possible.

Rafael was on your mind so much that you were almost grateful when you were awoken in the wee hours of New Year’s morning by the Amber Alert on your phone. SVU was being called in to find a missing teenage girl, and it was just the distraction you needed. If only you had known the twists and turns that case would take, evolving into a rape, and then murder case, when’s the girl’s father, Mickey Davis, shot and killed her rapist.

Rafael stepped in and defended Davis. It was both heart-wrenching and exhilarating to watch him go up against Sonny in the courtroom. Sonny was your friend and former partner, and you knew he wasn’t happy about the situation. But watching Rafael strut around the courtroom, making his arguments, cross-examining witnesses, making objections, you couldn’t help but be completely in awe of him. He was wholly in his element, like he’d never been gone.

**********************

When all was said and done, Sonny walked away victorious with a guilty verdict. He should have been thrilled, but instead he was sitting in Forlini’s with you, Rafael, and the rest of the team, sulking into his beer. You stood off to the side, nursing your Jack and Coke, unsure of what to say or do to make him feel better. You and Rafael had behaved like complete professionals when you had to interact during the case, but that hadn’t stopped a stressed-out Sonny from snapping at you and calling your friendship and loyalty into question.

So, you kept your mouth shut and stared longingly at Rafael, hanging onto his every word. At some point he received a text from his mother and headed out, saying something about Lucia insisting on going to Miami to visit the rest of the family. You saw Amanda stand up and you thought she was headed back to the bar, but you then felt her elbow you in the side. You gave her a look of confusion.

“What are you waiting for? Go after him,” she told you.

You nodded in response, put the rest of your drink down, and grabbed your coat and purse.

“Thanks Coach, good pep talk.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied. “Now go get your man.”

You exited Forlini’s and looked up and down the sidewalk for Rafael, but he wasn’t there. You decided to check around the corner, and if you still didn’t catch sight of him, you would go back to bar and call him. You dashed down the street and around the corner. You stopped in your tracks when you saw him, his back to you, deep in conversation with Liv. Liv saw you, gave you a nod and smiled.

“Happy New Year, Rafael, “she told him, “Oh, and I think someone else wants a word with you.”

Rafael turned and smiled when he saw you, and you smiled back. Liv patted you on the shoulder she walked by, leaving you and Rafael alone together. You took a deep breath and walked toward him.

“Hi,” you said, when you got close enough.

“Hi,” he replied.

“You did really well today, Rafael, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot.”

“Look, “you started, “I know your plans don’t include me right now, but I was thinking that maybe, if you have time later, I’m ready to sit down and actually talk. I never gave you a chance to explain yourself, and I’m sorry. I didn’t handle that well.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about. I didn’t handle it well, either. Everything you said, I needed to hear.”

“All the same, please, Rafael?” You gazed up into his green eyes. You felt your resolve cracking again as a tear rolled down your face. Rafael gently touched your cheek, brushing it away with his thumb, and this time, you didn’t pull away from his touch.

“It’s okay, Cariño, if you want to talk, then we’ll talk.”

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. And then you did want you wanted to do the first moment you saw him sitting there in Forlini’s: You wrapped your arms around his sturdy torso and buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life. You felt his arms circle around you, pulling you as close as he could. You breathed in his scent, a mixture of his cologne, coffee, whiskey, and something that was uniquely him. You felt him run his fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead.

“It’s okay, Cariño,” he murmured softly. “I’ve got you, you’re okay, you’re okay. I’m right here.”

“Then why am I scared that you’ll disappear if I let go?”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there holding onto each other. It was obvious that neither one of you wanted to let go. Rafael massaged small circles into your back, whispering words of comfort and reassurance into your ear. You melted into him, just like you had so many times before. Any remaining doubts you had flew out of your mind. You loved him. You belonged with him. You forgave him. You wanted him back.

“Cariño? I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come have dinner with me and my mother tonight?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” your replied, shaking yourself out of your thoughts.

“You’re not imposing. My mother would love to see you, and you know how she cooks; there will be more than enough food.”

“I’d be late, I have run back home first. I have a hungry cat waiting for me, remember?”

“Then we will take a detour to Brooklyn on the way to the Bronx,” Rafael said with a chuckle.

“You do know that’s an out-of-the-way detour, right?”

“Cariño, as far as I’m concerned, it’s worth it. I’ll just text my mother and let her know that I’m running late.”

********************

Thankfully traffic wasn’t as heavy as it usually was, and you got back to your apartment relatively quickly. Rafael waited in the car while you ran in, fed Inigo, changed out of your work clothes, and ran back out. Then it was off to Lucia’s apartment in the Bronx. As promised, Lucia welcomed you with open arms.

“Hermosa!” She cried, enveloping you in a hug. “I’m so happy to see you! I missed you at Christmas! Come in! Come in! Dinner is almost ready. Rafi! Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing Y/N?”

“I wanted to surprise you, Mamí,” he said, embracing his mother.

“Well, consider me surprised then. I’ll go set an extra place at the table.”

She headed for the kitchen and Rafael took your coat, hanging it up on the hook by the door. He placed a tentative hand on your lower back, but once again, you didn’t pull away. You gazed into his emerald eyes, allowing yourself to get lost for a moment. Before you could stop yourself, your hand was caressing his cheek. You shuddered when he placed his hand over yours and kissed your palm. Your heart pounded like a jackhammer in your chest, and you started wonder what would happen if you just-

“Dinner’s ready!” Lucia called.

You took a step back and tried to pull your hand away, but Rafael held on and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Shall we?”

You nodded and let him lead you to the kitchen, where you were met with a variety of delicious smells and a veritable feast.

“Oh, Lucia, you have outdone yourself again!”

“Just a little something to celebrate my son being back in court and doing what he does best,” she said with a grin.

“Mamí, I didn’t win today.”

“Rafael, that doesn’t matter,” you said, giving him a look. “You walked into that courtroom with your head held high and fought like hell for your client. Watching you, it was awe inspiring, it was brilliant, it was astounding. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” You stopped, realizing that both Rafael and Lucia were staring at you. “Maybe we should sit down and eat?”

“Yes, I think we should,” said Lucia, giving you a smirk and a knowing look.

Grace was said, dishes were passed, and between the conversation and shoveling forkfuls of food into your mouth, the time flew by. It had been so long since the last time the three of you had been together like this, but it felt like the years hadn’t passed at all. You had missed this, wanted it to be your normal again. Every time your eyes caught Rafael’s he would reach for your hand and give it a gentle squeeze, and you wondered if he felt the same way.

Before you and Rafael left, Rafael double-checked his mother’s flight information. She was flying out the next morning, and Rafael promised he’d be there bright and early to take her to the airport.

“Rafi, I am more than capable of getting myself to the airport.”      

“I know, Mamí, but I insist. I just want to make sure that you get there and don’t have any issues with checking in.”

“Fine, but don’t forget to bring in my mail every day and check the fridge occasionally. If something looks or smells like it’s going bad, throw it out.”

‘I will, Mamí, I promise.”

Lucia gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, then did the same to you. She made sure to hand you both large Tupperware containers with the all the leftovers.

“This is to make sure you don’t starve. And Hermosa, take care of my son? Make sure he eats something other than take-out?”

“I will, Lucia, I promise.”

**********************

You unlocked your apartment door, but before opening it, you turned to Rafael.

“You’re sure that you’re ready for this?”

“Yes, Cariño, I’m ready to meet your cat,” he reassured you for the umpteenth time.

“Okay…”

You opened the door and you and Rafael entered the apartment. You were promptly headbutted in the leg before you could even get your coat off.

“Mrow! Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!”

“Yes, baby, I’m sorry I went out and left you here all alone.” You picked up Inigo and cuddled him in your arms. “It’s okay, baby, Mommy’s home now.” You turned towards Rafael. “Rafael, this is Inigo. Inigo, this is Rafael.”

“Hi there, Inigo, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Inigo looked at Rafael, then looked up at you incredulously.

“Mrow?”

“Inigo be nice…I have an idea! Rafael, his treats are in the corner cabinet, 1st shelf.” You pointed towards the kitchen. Rafael ran to your kitchen and came back with the cat treats. He shook a few into his hand and held them out to Inigo. The cat took a tentative sniff, and then gobbled down the treats, even licking the crumbs off Rafael’s fingers. “There, you happy now?” Inigo gave an affirmative “Mrow”, and you put him down.

“Sorry about that,” you said, standing back up and finally taking your coat off. “He can be a little grumpy around new people. Drink?”

“It’s okay, I get it,” said Rafael, removing his coat and suit jacket and draping them over a kitchen chair. “Yes, please, a drink would be great.”

You put your leftovers in the fridge and opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Scotch and two glasses.  You expertly poured and handed a glass to Rafael. He thanked you, and you took the other glass and motioned towards the living room. “Shall we?” Rafael nodded and followed you to the couch. You both glanced at each other awkwardly, not sure how to begin.

“I guess I should start by apologizing again,” Rafael finally spoke, “and I am truly sorry, Cariño, for everything. I never should have left the way that I did. After the trial, I really believed it was all over. I saw my future and all of my hopes fading away. I couldn’t go back to the DA’s office, couldn’t face the scrutiny, couldn’t face you, couldn’t even face myself. So, I took the coward’s way out, and I ran. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. I convinced myself that I needed time and distance to figure things out, but I wasn’t thinking straight, I know that now. I felt like I was suffocating. Everything was falling apart, and I didn’t know how to fix it…”

“You could have come to me. We could have figured it out together…” You reached for his hand and held it between both of yours. “I never would have turned my back on you.”

“I know that, dear god, do I know that,” Rafael hung his head, tears starting to leak out of his eyes. “I thought I’d be sparing you so much unnecessary pain and humiliation. Knowing that I only caused you more…I’ll never forgive myself. I never should have pushed you away. I’ve spent every moment regretting it.” He turned his head and looked you right in the eye.” I never meant to hurt you; I swear I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you said, feeling your own fresh round of tears coming on. “Come here.”

You wrapped your arms around him and held him close. He embraced you in return, placing his head on your shoulder. It was so rare for you to see him like this, opening up, letting his guard down, being vulnerable. He was hurting just as much as you were, longing for shelter, longing for an end to all the years of heartache. You gently cupped his face in your hands to that he was looking you in the eye again.

“I forgive you, Rafael, I forgive everything. Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely, and I don���t want to live like that anymore, and I don’t think you do either. Still here we are, both of us lonely. Let’s make it last, let’s find a way.”

“Are you saying- “

“Yes, I love you, Rafael, come back to me.”

Your lips found his. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but soon became deeper and more intense. You let go of his face and draped your arms around his neck. Rafael pulled you into his lap, one arm around your back, his other hand in your hair. You both desperately tried to communicate three years of pent up longing and desire without words. Nothing else mattered, just the two of you, in your apartment, and nothing was going to tear you apart again.

“I love you, Y/N,” said Rafael when you finally broke apart to catch your breaths.

“I love you, too, Rafael.”

“Look, I know it’s late, I know you’re weary, but I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to spend another night away from you.”

You kissed him again.

“Then don’t. We’ve got tonight, babe, why don’t you stay?”

[mint-yooxgi]

Caturday - Ten X Reader

Slight Catboy!AU - Part of the Wasn’t On Pawpose Collab

Genre: Fluff, Slight Crack

Pairing: Ten X Reader

Words: 2,732

Summary: Waking up one morning to see a cat where your boyfriend should be can be quite the shock indeed.

A/n: Short and sweet, at least I think so, lol. I mean, he does have a tendency to look a little feline at times, it’s truly amazing. Not edited fully, oops. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this short little update, there’s plenty more where this came from coming soon! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

The sound of your keys jangling meets your ears as you unlock the door to your apartment. Once the lock clicks open, you’re pushing open the door, kicking off your shoes while letting out a small breath.

“Ten, I’m home!” You call out, noticing the lights in the living room are still on.

A groan is all you hear in response.

“Ten?” Your brow furrows in worry, for that did not sound like he’s having a good time.

“In here,” he voices shakily, and you step down the hallway to see him curled up on the couch.

“What’s wrong?” Immediately, you’re beside him, crouching down to feel his forehead and noticing he’s a bit warm, as if he’s running a slight temperature.

“Don’t feel well,” he pouts. “Stomachache.”

You pout right back at him, worry still creasing your brows, “was it something you ate?”

“I don’t know,” he groans once more, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pain travels through his body.

“Come on, let’s get you ready for bed,” you say, helping him off of the couch and towards your shared bedroom. “I’m sure getting some sleep will help; you’ll feel better in the morning.”

He can only manage a groan in response, letting you help him off of the couch and lead him into your shared bedroom. Flicking on the lights, you sit him on the bed before tucking him gently under the covers.

“Try and get some rest, I’ll be back soon,” you say, gently brushing the hair off of his forehead as he pouts at you. “I need to shower first, I promise I’ll be quick.”

He nods, turning onto his side and curling back into a ball as he clutches his stomach. You spare a final glance at him over your shoulder as you retreat to the bathroom, taking a quick shower to wash off the events of the day. Once you’re done, you slip into some comfy pyjamas and make sure to grab Ten a glass of water and some pain medication.

Stepping back into your room, you hear him letting out small whimpers, only increasing your worry.

“Here, take this,” you say, handing him the pills and glass of water.

“Thanks,” he whispers, taking a swig of the water before placing it carefully on the bedside table.

You move quickly around the room, shutting off the lights as you crawl into bed beside him. He curls into your side, head resting on your chest as you gently stroke his back in comfort. You just hope the medicine kicks in soon, for his small whimpers of pain have returned, and he feels warmer than he did the first time you checked his forehead.

It takes about twenty minutes for his whimpers to die down and his breathing to even out, letting you know that he’s finally fallen asleep. You breathe a small sigh of relief, allowing your own eyes to fall shut as you swallow the rest of your worry. He should feel better in the morning.

***

The faint warmth of sunlight streaming in from the open blinds warms your face as you drift back into consciousness. With your eyes remaining closed, you can feel a solid warmth on your stomach, letting you know that Ten has shifted in his sleep during the night so that his head is now resting there. It’s one of his favourite positions of his to lay in, with his head on your stomach as you lazily run your fingers through his hair, which is exactly what you are doing right now.

Except, his hair feels different.

Instead of the soft, medium black strands you’re used to, his hair is not only shorter in length, but it feels slightly courser even though it’s still soft to the touch. Another thing you’re missing is the warmth of his body pressed against your side, with his arms around your torso. In fact, it feels as if the warmth is centred on your stomach; a small ball.

Your eyes fling open. Glancing down reveals a solid black cat curled up on your stomach in place of your boyfriend’s head. Your hand freezes as you inhale sharply in shock.

Ever so slowly, the cat’s eyes blink open, a large yawn escaping its mouth as it looks at you expectantly. 

“Uh, Ten?” You call out, hoping he’s just making breakfast down the hallway in the kitchen and will come to explain the black cat now laying on top of you.

The cat blinks at you expectantly.

“Ten, what’s going on?” You call out again, hearing no movement in your apartment.

Sitting up quickly, the cat rolls off of you, complaining loudly with a yip. Throwing the covers off of yourself, you stand up, feet padding through the apartment in search of your boyfriend.

“Ten?” There’s worry lacing your voice now since you know he didn’t have plans for today.

An annoyed meow is your only response, hearing the thunk of the cat hitting the floor as it follows you down the hallway.

“Babe? This isn’t funny anymore,” you say, checking both the living room and kitchen but finding nothing, not even a note.

The cat huffs, and you turn to look at it.

“Now, where did you come from?” You ask, more to yourself than anything, but the cat just stares at you, almost expectantly. Its eyes narrow slightly, and your breathing stops. You’d know that look, those eyes anywhere. “Ten?”

A loud meow in response, as if he’s saying ‘what’?

“Ten, you’re a-“ you let out a snort of disbelief, “you’re a cat.”

His tail flicks in annoyance as if to say he’s gathered that much already, and you laugh once more in disbelief.

“How the fuck did this happen? I must be dreaming,” you mumble, shaking your head as you walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Not even a minute later, you see Ten trot into the kitchen, a loud mrow escaping him. 

“This has to be a dream,” you sigh, rubbing at your temples as you place your now empty glass of water on the counter.

You look down in time to see Ten preparing to jump on the counter, only for him to misjudge the distance and smack his face right on the edge. You burst out laughing, all the while he glares at you and complains loudly.

“Not used to a cat’s body, huh?” You chuckle. “You know, despite all those times I thought you looked like a cat I never thought you’d actually become one.” A loud huff in response. “Aw, does someone want up on the counter?”

He glares at you, and his tail flicks in annoyance. You shake your head amusedly as you bend down to pick him up to place him on the counter.

“Now, how the fuck do I fix this?” You grumble, frown back on your face as you stare at him. He simply sits there, head tilted slightly as he stares back. “Well, it’s not like I can call anyone,” at this point, you’re talking to yourself, but you can tell by the way he follows you with his head, Ten is listening to your every word. “Like they would believe me anyways. ‘Yeah, hey, Lucas, you’ll never believe what happened to Ten.’” You roll your eyes as Ten growls. “Exactly, that would just make him think we’re trying to prank him if we told him.”

Bracing your hands on the edge of the counter, you let out a groan. Surprisingly, you’re taking this much better than you thought you normally would. Granted, you don’t think something like this has every happened before, and you still don’t understand exactly how it happened. Either way, the sound of your stomach growling manages to pull you out of your thoughts.

“No point in trying to think on an empty stomach,” you mutter, searching the kitchen for something to eat. Your eyes light up as you find a coffee cake in the cupboard, one slice having already been eaten.

A hiss escapes Ten as you place the container beside him on the counter, causing your brow to furrow in confusion, “relax, it’s just coffee cake.”

However, just as you go to open the container Ten swats your hand away, putting his newly formed cat body between you and the cake, “hey! What was that for?”

Another hiss is all you receive as Ten glares at the cake.

“Is this what gave you such an upset stomach last night?” You question, and immediately Ten meets your gaze, head nodding once ever so slightly you almost miss it. He turns back to the container and starts nudging it towards the trash can at the end of the counter. “Alright, alright, I’ll throw it out.”

Releasing another sigh, you scoop the container up and check the freshness date as you walk over to the garbage to throw it out. Your nose scrunches in distaste as you see the cake is way passed its freshness date. No wonder it upset his stomach; you wonder who even thought it was a good idea to sell this product still, all things considered.

Opening the trashcan with your foot, you’re about to drop the cake in when you stare at it intently, holding it at eye level. Your brow furrows as you look between the cake and your now feline boyfriend, then back at the cake. Shaking your head at the thought, you drop the cake in the trash. There’s no way that this was the cause of your boyfriend turning into a small, fluffy animal, right?

Once you grab some actual food that isn’t expired, you grab your laptop and sit at the kitchen counter. Ten hops up beside you, tail swishing slowly as he watches you look up potential reasons as to how and why this has happened as you eat. So far, you haven’t found much other than some weird websites that only tell you how to curse someone into turning into an animal, which you’re not even sure is actually real.

Finally, after about an hour and a half of searching, you find this forum where people have shared their outrageous experiences, some of which seem to fall under similar lines to what has happened to your boyfriend. Most of the posts you find say that it lasts for about a day, always after eating a specific coffee cake from a bakery that mysteriously seems to disappear when they go back to check it out again.

“Alright,” you sigh, causing Ten to raise his head from his front paws. He had curled up into a ball on the counter as he watched you work, and you’re pretty sure he had a cat nap, too. “It looks like whatever this is should only last until tomorrow, so you’ll be a biped once more once the sun rises in the morning. Until then, the best we can do is wait it out.”

He simply stares at you as you shut your laptop, leaning back in your chair to rub at your eyes. You meet his gaze and he sits up once more.

“I’m sorry, boo, I don’t know what to do,” your expression falls. You just hope that this isn’t permanent, who knows how many times this weird instance has gone wrong, and how many are still trapped in an animal’s body.

You watch him as he jumps down from the counter, stumbling a little once he reaches the floor. You hear him mrow at you once more, making his way to the living room. When he sees you not following, he stops to glance at you from over his shoulder, tail poised in the air as he calls to you once more.

“You want me to follow you?” You ask, receiving a positive response from him. Chuckling slightly, you slid out of your seat, “okay then.”

He leads you over to the couch, where he jumps up and turns to you expectantly. Quirking a brow, you sit with him on the couch, tossing your feet up while you’re at it. Almost immediately, he starts crawling towards you, and onto your lap, doing his best to keep his balance as he starts to nuzzle your chin and neck.

“Someone’s affectionate today,” you giggle, hand pausing just above his head as you go to pet him, but you’re unsure whether that would be appropriate. However, once his head nudges your open palm, you decide to hell with it, and start petting him.

You never thought your boyfriend could purr until now, but you swear he sounds like a tiny motorboat as he continues to nuzzle his face into your neck. You smile faintly as you see him lay down, front paw on either side of your neck as his tail swishes back and forth contently. He gives you a sleepy eyed blink before resting his head right at your neck, and you nearly jump once you feel him give you a small lick.

“Ten, that tickles,” you huff, amused.

You just catch the devilish gleam in his eyes before he’s moved forwards slightly and is now littering your face with kisses.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, “I love you, too.”

You manage to surprise him by placing a swift kiss to the top of his head and he looks at you, stunned. 

“Payback,” you grin as he settles down on your chest once more.

Not even a minute later, a yawn is escaping your lips, already noticing how Ten lays with his eyes closed, tail still flicking in content over your stomach, as if he’s petting you right back. He has yet to stop purring.

Your eyes start to droop, and you can feel sleep calling out to you to have a nap in the warm afternoon sun. Before you know it, the two of you have drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, you wake up, feeling a mildly heavy weight resting on your chest, hair tickling the underside of your chin. You let out a small groan, bringing your hand up to push the object down, only to be greeted with a small chuckle as you push slightly, yet the object doesn’t seem to want to yield.

“Ow,” a voice huffs, and your eyes fling open.

“Ten?” Your eyes lock with his familiar ones, a grin pulling at his lips as you see him laying half on top of you.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he greets, “or should I say afternoon?”

You sit up immediately, taking him with you as you cup his face in your hands, “you’re here! You’re alive, and-“ you let out a sigh of relief, “and you’re not a cat!”

“Not anymore, looks like it,” he agrees, “though I definitely don’t want that to happen again any time soon.”

You nearly squeeze the air out of him, “I was so worried.”

“I could tell,” he chuckles, hugging you back tightly. “I never thought I’d have an actual tail before.”

“I didn’t think you’d be, well, you again until tomorrow morning,” you breathe and he smiles slightly as he pulls away to look at your face.

“Same here,” he tells you. “I’m just glad everything is back to normal.”

“Me too,” you reply, just as a teasing smile tugs at your lips. “Though I was staring to like you as a cat, the peace and quiet…”

“Oh, haha, real funny,” he deadpans. “Maybe I’ll just stay that way next time.”

“Gosh no!” You shake your head instantly. “I’m just glad to have you back to normal.”

You pull him into another embrace, cradling his head into your neck, grateful to feel his arms wrap themselves around you.

“It’s good to be back to normal,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Though I have to say, you still smell amazing.”

You can feel the grin on his lips against your skin as you whine slightly in embarrassment. He simply chuckles once more in response, and you can’t help but to smile right along with him. No matter what, you’re just glad to have your boyfriend back in his own body.

“Now, what is there to eat?” He pulls away, standing from the couch as he heads towards the kitchen. He turns to wink at you from over his shoulder as he says, “I’m starving.”

[a-broken-bough]

It'd been an eventful evening at the market, but Mistra still had responsibilities in Stormsong. What had originally been intended as a small trip up to the northern province in search of a delicious breakfast had turned into a job opportunity. Eventually a place to stay.

It was an unexpected, serendipitous thing. She'd lost her coinpurse in an encounter with some quillboar, but had skinned a few of the rabbits she'd killed for dinner, hoping to trade the lush pelts for lodging or food. The inn had no need for the pelts, but they did need the skills of a hunter. So, Mistra traded that instead.

... and so the day turned into a week. Then a month. She liked the work. Plenty of time to herself, beautiful countryside. Cool, misty mornings. It wasn't home by any means, but it was different enough that Mistra could relax here.

The barefoot elf was halfway up the stairs when she heard the matron's voice.

"Oi, Miss Brokenbough. We was wonderin' when you'd come back."

Millie Braden was a heavy set woman with rosy cheeks and a personality that wouldn't have looked out of place amidst a gaggle of singing woodland creatures. She's offered Mistra the job, and a room at the inn in exchange. She pads back down the stairs, unslinging her pack as she crosses the foyer.

"Yes. I had heard that they were going to be discontinuing this round of squeaky toys, so I had to visit the mainland to ensure I collected them all before that happened. Speaking of..." Mistra unbuckles her bag, producing a little stuffed calico cat. She gives it a squeeze, and it makes an audible mrow as she places it down on the table. "I got a bunch of extras. This one is for you."

"You're such a card," Millie's boisterous laugh fills the foyer and she gives the cat a squeeze. Mrew.

"I have to put them with the rest of my collection. I will see you again before I head out to hunt. Please enjoy the cat. I named him Patches, but I suppose you can name your own."

She turns sharply on her heel, sharp military bearing showing through her mannerisms as she slings the pack over her shoulder. The sound of Millie's laughter fades behind her as she pads back up the stairs, and down the hall. Mistra breathes a sigh of relief as she finally steps across the threshold. This room had been her refuge from the outside world. It wasn't quite a home, but she'd at least decorated it like one. Six months ago, she never would've even considered to. Perhaps the priestess, and her druid friend were rubbing off on her in positive ways after all.

Mistra emptied her backpack onto the bed, stuffed toys and trinkets spilling out onto the sheets as she begins the loving process of deciding exactly how to arrange her spoils. Her complete collection of the eight original squeaky toys are unloaded from the carrying case, and displayed in a position of pride atop the highest shelf. Those were special.

Next, the rose quartz necklace she'd purchased -- alleged to provide it's wearer with freedom from stress, and worldly burdens -- was hung beside her bed.

... and finally, the two remaining stuffed birds, three cats, and six frogs. The extras. The strays. The ones that would most need love. Those were tucked under the covers in bed beside her. Right next to her stuffed phoenix.

Mistra took a step back from the collection of -- what some people might call -- junk, and her chest swelled with pride. Six months ago, she didn't own anything that wasn't immediately useful. If something was necessary, she would make it. When there was no longer a need for it, it would be sold, or traded, or discarded. This collection of silly toys, and trinkets? This was a representation of the trust she'd placed in the world. A trust that she wouldn't return one day to find that everything she owned was gone.

This collection of silly toys and trinkets? It felt like reclamation.

It felt like progress.

[mammonspeanut]

Sweet syrup

This one is quite long, I went over it a few times but I think at the end I just kinda brain farted. Anyway if you are bored enjoy some fluff?? I guess. Take a shot every time you read the word giggle/chuckle or laugh. 

The sounds of velvet brown heels melodically clacking on the marble floor, the macaron cream fabric of your dress with Merlot red cherries swaying back and forth as you practically danced. Your Chocolate brown hair with almost peanut and cinnamon high lights bouncing on your caramel brown skin. Clicking your teal colored nails you peeked around the corner, a silk cherry speckled bow neatly bound adorning your head as it hid between the flood of curls threatening to drown the tiny piece of fabric. 

“Barb, B, Barbatos, Barbadooos,” you called out, hoping that one variation of your lover's name would lure out a response as you continued your search in the palace. Giggling in excitement as you rounded the corner into Diavolo’s office, he would surely know where your mysterious time bender was. 

With a smile so bright you shut your eyes you held onto the doorframe as you swung yourself into the room “ BAR-BAE -,” you froze, confusion started spreading throughout your body as you took in what you saw “Tos,” you ended the last syllable nothing more than a whisper as the two men looked at you. 

“W-Why are you in your uniform?”, you asked, your nails digging into your palm as you stood in the middle of the doorway. You knew you had no right to demand attention from him yet. Seeing him in his uniform stung. You knew what it meant. 

Barbatos shifted uneasily on his feet as he approached you, the room silent you felt your heart clench in your chest. 

“Hello, love,” Barbatos whispered unsure as he gently took your hands. You wanted to pull away, but your body felt numb from the disappointment.Painting a smile to conceal the feeling you didn’t felt allowed to have you squinted your eyes, hiding the tears welling up behind. 

“Hey Barb,” you chimed listening to the sound of Diavolo placing a pen on the desk. 

“I’m sorry I have to work today. I probably should have told you earlier, but, but I was so wrapped up I forgot. I know how you-”, Barbatos explained as he gently squeezed your hands, his eyes filled with sorrow. 

“Oh, don’t worry silly. It’s okay,” you giggled, your smile not wavering as you tried to control your breathing. 

“I know how much you wanted to go today, I am sorry. Maybe another time?” Barbatos apologized, his gloved hand pushing one of your curls out of your face. 

“Ahh, It’s fine I know you are a busy man. Don’t worry. It’s all good,” you laughed off, removing one of your hands out of his grasp to wave an imaginary fly away. 

Wiping the palms of your hands onto your dress Barbatos watched as you continued to smile “You look gorgeous by the way,”

Fighting through your body tensing up and the feeling of wanting to burst out in tears you look down on yourself giggling. 

“Oh this thing, I just remembered that when we were shopping, you noticed this dress and thought it was cute so I bought it for a pleasant occasion to wear. Lucky me, a dress holds longer than one wear,” you joked before turning around to leave. Approaching the door, your mask fell for a second as you inhaled deeply before looking over your shoulder with a smile. 

“Have fun boys and don’t work yourself too much, BYE!” you giggled before rounding the corner once more. 

“She's hurt, isn't she?”, Diavolo asked as the last tip of your flowing dress disappeared around the corner. 

“Yes,” Barbatos answered as he straightened himself out. 

“I’m sorry B but I really need you,” Diavolo apologized as he watched his butler take his side again. 

Slightly bowing before standing beside Diavolo, Barbatos sighed, “It’s okay.” 

Reaching up you pulled on the tip of your bow, unraveling the knot that held it in your hair. Sighing, you suddenly walk into something soft. 

“Yare,Yare. You should look where you are going,” Lucifer chuckled 

“Oh... I’m sorry,” you apologised quietly

Placing a finger under your chin, Lucifer tilted your head upwards, inspecting your sad face as his facial expression quickly softened. 

“How come my ray of sunshine is all dull today,” Lucifer asked tenderly raising  his eyebrows, his thumb resting on your chin. 

“Well, I have some friends and they own a cafe and a bar. Since I haven’t seen them in a while Barb and I thought why not combine their introduction with just spending his day off together? You know just the two of us.”, you explained adverting your eyes. 

“I know he is a busy man with his job and I am no way entitled to his time. But we have had this planned months in advance and... not only not seeing my friends and their significant others but also not spending time with him stings. You know. Maybe I am too demanding.,” you added your words bubbling out of you in Lucifer’s calm presence. 

“It does sound like a dilemma but I doubt that you are demanding in any kind of way,” Lucifer cooed as he slipped your silk scarf out of your hand. 

His slender fingers quickly slipping the fabric under your curls he hummed “Well, I may not be Barbatos but what if I accompany you to your friends cafe?” 

“Really?”, you asked your eyes growing big, you looked up to the tall demon smiling as his fingers swiftly made a bow. 

“Really, how about it? You and I and some cake and maybe a cocktail or two?”, Lucifer chuckled as he looked down at the new bow adorning your curls. 

“Oh, Yes please!!! I’d love that!”, you begged your hands folded in front of you as you managed to put on the biggest puppy eyes you could. 

“Well then, let’s go,” Lucifer chuckled, offering you his arm as he smiled at you. 

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"This is it, this is the cafe and right across is the bar. They'll definitely have something for your taste," you smiled up at the tall demon as he let his hand glide over your back to your waste.

"Oh, look who has descended from heaven to visit us," a man with white long hair called from across the street as he pushed a piece of fabric into his pocket.

"Love!" you squealed, waving him as he made his way across the street.

"Look what the stray cats have brought us Neko," a muscular dark-skinned man hummed behind you as he held a black cat in his hands.

Startled by the deep voice, you swung around giggling as you recognised the man behind you. 

"Don't scare me like that. Uhh hello Neko have you stolen any good fish lately?" you cooed at the plump cat as it crawled into your arms, the golden bell around its neck jingling with every movement.

"Wanna pet him?" you asked, turning so the cat could look at Lucifer who just stood across from you. 

"Cats don't necessarily like me," Lucifer chuckled nervously as the posh white-haired man came to a stop next to him.

"Nonsense that fur ball loves everyone, he just won’t crawl into everyone's arms that thief," the white-haired explained, tapping the cat's nose with the tip of his finger before scratching its chin. 

"Neko can Lucifer pet you, hmm?" you cooed, cradling the cat which pressed his head against your cheek. Unexpected to Lucifer, the cat let out a happy ~MROW~ as an answer. Confused by the fact that the cat had just answered you, Lucifer gave it a shot and leaned towards you to pet the cat.  Unbeknownst to him the cat had a different agenda and quickly crawled into his arms purring loudly as he made Lucifer his new bed. 

"Well, look at that traitor leaving me for a different handsome man," your dark-skinned friend sighed as he dramatically wiped his non existing tears away from his cheeks, making everyone laugh.

"I hope I'm not too late," a blond man with freckles giggled intertwining his fingers with the white-haired man's before leaning in for a kiss. 

"No, not at all, Neko has just found a new friend in Y/N 's boyfriend.", the white-haired man explained, nodding in Lucifer’s direction, the purring cat still in his arms.

"Ohh I never seen Neko crawl into someone's arms that fast!" the young blond man swooned before greeting the cat.

"Eh guys he..he isn't my boyfriend, this is Lucifer. My boyfriend couldn't come and Lucifer offered to accompany me," you explained, crossing your arms behind your back as you watched Neko jump out of Lucifer’s arms.

"Well then, any friend of Y/N is a friend of ours. My name is Sam, a pleasure to meet you," your dark-skinned friend said stretching his hand out to shake Lucifers.

 You shot your white-haired friend a look as both men seemingly tested out their strength while shaking their hands. Little did Sam know Lucifer was a demon and his strength would far surpass that of a human, even one as strong as Sam. 

"I guess I'm next, I'm Momo and this is my boyfriend Sebastian, he owns the bar across the street," the blond-haired man said cheerily scrunching his nose as he hugged the white-haired man's arm.

"Nice to meet you, Lucifer," Sebastian chuckled slightly blushing from the affection of his boyfriend.

"Aahhhh I'm not late, I'm not late!!" A voice yelled as a crimson red-haired man approached the group running.

Everyone except Lucifer groaned out before laughing, "He is always late," you whispered explaining everyone's reaction.

"Hey, whew, so you must be her boyfriend. Damn Y/N you got one of a hunk right there. Look at you. You didn't go fishing, you went for a whole ass hunt right there, others bring back a fish, you brought back a bear, " the red-haired man babbled as he ignored everyone trying to interrupt him.

Bursting out in laughter, Lucifer stroked your back, pulling you a bit closer to him.

"James this isn't my boyfriend, he's just a friend. My boyfriend couldn't come, so Lucifer offered, " you tried to explain between your laughs as everyone watched the red-haired man’s tan face turn as red as his hair.

"Nice to meet you James, though I must say, in my lifetime I have never been called a hunk," Lucifer laughed wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes as James shook his hand. 

"I think now you have learned why we tell you not to be late hmm?" Sam chuckled, pulling his boyfriend close and pressing a kiss onto his cheek.

"Yeah, he he. Sorry, by the way,"

"I've already set us a table right here so take your seats and we can start taste testing our new creations that might make the menu," Sam said rescuing his boyfriend before he embarrassed himself even more. Sam pointed to a large table with fresh spring flowers and a white tablecloth with tiny gray dots on the sidewalk. Swooning over the flowers, Momo quickly sat down at the table to inspect what Sam had found. 

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Time quickly passed as your friends filled Lucifer in on all of your insider jokes and embarrassing stories. His hands always ever so gently touching your knee, thigh or arm as he once again had to burst out in laughter.

"No, No Lucifer you don't understand she, she literally stood there like - so am I supposed just take this and leave or- you should have seen her face," Sebastian laughed.

"It wasn't my fault, who does that," you chuckled standing up from your seat your movements followed by Lucifer’s eyes, " I'll be back in a minute James wanna join me?"

"Sure, I know how you can't live without this face," James replied before wrapping his hand around your waist as you both entered the small cafe.

"I'm sorry your boyfriend couldn't come today, but Lucifer seems to really like you and he is enjoying himself," James said as he stood next to you washing his hands.

"I'm glad you all get alone with each other, it really does seem so, I have never seen him laugh this much," you giggled as you removed some paper towels from the dispenser for you and James.

"Can I be honest, love?" James asked, his eyes gazing over you as he tried to figure out the correct words for what he was about to say.  Noticing the sudden shift in his tone, you threw the paper towel away and focused your attention on him.

"Sure? You know I cherish you for your honesty,"

"I- You know I love you and all I want to do is see you happy. I may not know your boyfriend but I'm kind of glad you brought Lucifer along, he seems to do wonders for your soul. I haven't seen your cheeks his pink and your eyes sparkle this much in years," James said cupping your cheeks with his hands

"I know and I love you too and the others as well. To be honest, I'm glad I brought him along today, thanks for welcoming him with open arms. I know how intimidating his first impression often is," You smiled as you went in for a hug.

"Love, if he is with you how intimidating can he be? I missed you," James sighed, hugging you even tighter.

"You dummy, I missed you too," you mumbled into his cheek as you pressed your lips against him.

"Look at these to love birds. Watch out Lucifer and Sam or else you'll be standing alone soon," Sebastian laughed as you and James joined the group again.

"Shut up, Sam is looking at me like he will poison my tea any second now," you joked, rubbing your arms as a cool breeze hit you.

"Are you cold?," Lucifer asked as he leaned in close, draping his coat over your shoulders. Furrowing his brows as if he wasn't satisfied enough he pulled you closer wrapping his arm around you.

"A little," you replied, feeling your cheeks grow warm from how close he was.

"Saaaaam why don't you do something like that with me," James whined pulling dramatically on Sam's arm.

"Don’t do it Sam. James, you can freeze to death for all I care, I can find a new Barkeeper," Sebastian teased as everyone giggled from James dramatic sobs and declaration of how mean his boss and his boyfriend were to him.

"How about we move on to the bar, it will get dark soon anyway," Momo suggested into the round.

"Fine by me I need a drink," Sam replied before taking James hand and gently kissing it while Sebastian nodded in agreement. Looking at Lucifer, you noticed him already smiling at you. Scrunching your nose as if you were to ask of what he thought about the idea, Lucifer patted your head before nodding in agreement. 

"Guess that's all we need guys let's pack up and go to the bar," Momo chimed excitedly.

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After cleaning up and bringing the chairs and table inside you all crossed the street in pairs, Lucifer and you were last of the group. 

"You have a new perfume?" you asked as he held you close, protecting you from passing cars.

"Yes indeed, you remember when we were out shopping and you wandered off into the perfumery? There was this specific scent you fell in love with and I thought it was quite nice too so I bought it," Lucifer replied smiling, his eyes still on the traffic.

"Well, I think it suits you very well," you giggled as he held the door open and guided you into the bar before taking his coat and hanging it on a hook.

"The bar looks phenomenal," Lucifer swooned as he helped you onto a bar stool.

"Would you like to sit? I can get another one," Sebastian offered, noticing Lucifer standing behind you as he turned on the radio to play some jazz. 

"Oh no, I'm fine, thank you I'd rather stand," he replied as he gently straightened your bow.

"So boys and gal, whatcha like? ", James asked, the sound of ice clinking in his cocktail mixer as he prepared a cocktail for Sam.

You felt Lucifer's fingers gently squeeze your waist, allowing you to go first.

"Hmmm.... I haven't had anything in so long," you mumbled looking up at Lucifer.

"Maybe a Virgin Island," James teased with a wide grin on his lips as he pushed a glass filled with a red drink towards Sam. Laughing, you grabbed a napkin and threw it at him. 

" She'll have a vodka on ice and I'll have a whiskey on the rocks, please," Lucifer said stunning your friends into silence.

"Oh, he knows she likes vodka?" Momo asked, surprised as he took a sip from Sebastian’s drink.

"That's a rare sight, it took me forever to find out she drinks vodka pure as if it is water, " Sebastian pouted setting the drinks in front of the both of you.

"Lucky guess," Lucifer shrugged, earning a shocked gasp from Momo.

As the hours became later Lucifer leaned in as you covered your mouth while giggling, “You shouldn’t cover your mouth like that, your smile is cute,” he whispered as you felt yourself turn a darker shade of red. Not sure if it was the alcohol or his words making you blush, you whispered back ” Thank you”

"I'm done for the night," Momo sighed, laying his head onto the bar.

"Look at those two still sober as when we started," Sebastian noticed .

"Well, we don't drink as fast as poor Momo did over there," Lucifer replied pointing his third drink at Momo.

"Oh yes, I'm still on my second one," you giggled as Lucifer pulled you close to his chest.

"Master minds those two, making us drunk so they can rob us and run away together," James joked.

"You don't even have anything, what are they going to take from you," Sam teased leaning closer to James behind the bar.

"My innocence," James sighed dramatically as he pressed Sam's hand against his cheek.

"I think someone else already stole that," Sebastian commented, nodding in Sam's direction.

"You two look so cute together, the perfect couple," Momo mumbled pointing in your direction

Feeling yourself suddenly blush again you replied "I-I think it's time for everyone to go to sleep poor Momo back there, just look at him,"

"That is true indeed," Sebastian agreed as he gently kissed Momo's head.

After helping your friends clean up Lucifer and you said your goodbyes, still hugging Sam as he whispered encouraging words into your ear Lucifer opened the door. The sound of rain filling the room as everyone turned towards the door.

"Well, that is quite unfortunate," Sebastian said, a slight frown appearing on his lips.

"Wait, I have an umbrella you two can have somewhere," James chimed before disappearing behind a door.

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After hugging your friends once more and saying your goodbyes, you both made yourself on your way home. The calming sound of rain joining you as cars periodically passed while you walked down the sidewalk towards a nearby portal. It didn't talk long for Lucifer to pull you in closer, his arm wrapping around your waist and resting there. 

“So how did you like it?” you asked into the silence, your arm wrapping around his waist as you felt him squeeze you.

“I haven't laughed this much in centuries, you are quite a wild bunch together.”, Lucifer admitted as he noticed you slowing down. 

“Oh yes, that’s why we have so much fun together, they mean the world to me. They practically demanded that I bring you along next time,” you laughed. 

“Everything all right?” Lucifer asked concerned as you stopped walking. 

Feeling annoyed from sliding around in your now soaked heels and the pain of walking around in them all day long, you swiftly slipped out of them, sinking your swollen feet in a cold puddle of rain. 

"Sweet baby JESUS, this feels so much better, you do not understand. " you sighed dramatically leaning against Lucifer who chuckled at your performance. 

Looking up at him a sly smile appeared on your lips as you undid your bow with your free hand. Tying the fabric around Lucifers wrist you ran out into the pouring rain giggling as it soaked you.

"Catch me if you can!" you giggled, running through the reflection of the neon signs and lights in the night rain. Hearing Lucifer chuckle behind you, he let you have a head start before quickly catching up to you.

Pinning you against a wall, he looked into your eyes. The light reflecting in your caramel pools as the rain dripped from his wet hair onto your rosy cheeks.

Holding your breath as you locked eyes with the avatar of pride, you stood there as his warm hand cupped your cheek. His fingers finding their way under your chin, he pulled you on the tip of your toes. Licking over his lips, he watched yours slightly parted as he leaned in.

"Lu..." you sighed only for him to whisper your name as cars passed by.

"We- We shouldn't," you mumbled, almost transfixed by his gaze as you felt his thumb caress your bottom lip. 

His free hand sliding down to the small of your back, he pulled you closer, your toes almost leaving the ground beneath you.Your hands on his chest you felt his breath became quicker with every second that passed.

"Let me have just this one kiss," he whispered, leaning in as you closed your eyes. 

"Just...this....one...," he repeated slowly, his words almost like syrup dripping onto your lips. 

[graaythekwami]

Love Square Fluff Week: Day 2, Trust

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Note: This takes place in an animal/shapeshifting AU I’m working on. Instead of superheroes their Miraculouses turn them into animals, and the general public is scared of them and their powers.

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Marinette was woken up by a scratching on her skylight.

She groaned as she turned over in bed, having never been easy to wake up. She muttered something as the scratching continued, eyes cracking open to see darkness. She blinked weakly in confusion, because this was no time to wake up. She let out a yawn, stretching as she sat up, looking about at her dimly lit room. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that Tikki was not curled up next to her.

This jolted her awake, a wave of panic running through her. Marinette’s hands flew up to her ears, but her earrings were still in tack. She opened her mouth to call for the kwami, when the scratching began once again, more persistent than before. She looked up at her skylight, were a pair of green paw pads could be seen scratching away at the glass.

“Chat,” she whispered, a smile tugging on her face, and she threw her covers off. The presence retreated from the skylight so she could push it open, and she pulled herself up onto her balcony.

Curled up on her pink chair was a mass of black fur, a pair of bright green eyes staring up at her. The cat let out a loud purr as she plugged in her fairy lights, its tail curling around his lean body. He looked like your average stray cat– cuddly, a bit on the scruffy side– save for the neon green markings on his chest, in the shape of a cat’s paw print.

She put her hands on her hips. “You know it’s the middle of the night, right?”

The purring paused, Chat Noir letting out a meow after a moment. Marinette wouldn’t say she could speak cat, but after working alongside one for so long she could interrupt their body language fairly easily. She could tell that he wasn’t ashamed of waking her up at all– if anything he was smug. He even had the nerve to give her an innocent look, blinking his bright eyes blankly at her.

“Silly kitty,” she whispered, scratching the top of his head. The purring started up once again, the cat pressing up against her hand for more. His fur was silky, something she could never really appreciate when she was transformed herself– both because they were usually in the middle of a battle, and her senses in that form were different than when she was human.

“Mrow,” he meowed after a moment, leaping from the chair to her railing so they were closer to the same level. He walked around the edge so he was in front of her, flicking his tail.

“Do you need me to cover up your paw print?” She asked after a moment, reaching out to touch the bright green fur on his chest.

Sometimes she used makeup, sometimes ink, but more recently she had been buying temporarily black hair dye. None of which should be used on a real cat of course, but she figured on a human-magically-transformed-into-a-cat it should be fine.

Of course he didn’t know that she knew he was human– revealing that information to him could reveal her identity.

She didn’t know why the kwamis insisted that they hid their identities from each other– what was the worst that could happen? No one else in Paris was aware that the magical animals that ran through the city were really human under the fur and elytra, and if she was able to contact him when they weren’t transformed they could coordinate so much easier, be more prepared when an akuma struck.

“Mrr,” he rumbled, hesitating, before shaking his head. To Chat she was just another civilian– but a civilian that recognized he was smarter than just an average cat. As comfortable as he was around her, he was still cautious to just what he revealed to her– including his intelligence. 

“Then what do you need?” She asked, surprised that he didn’t want help hiding his symbol. It was something she had done for him several times to help have the chance to wander the streets without people scattering in fear. To just be a stray cat instead a monster of destruction.

There was a cruel irony to it all, when they had first appeared in Paris Chat Noir had been the least feared of the two of them. A cuddly cat was much more appealing than a giant insect after all, but once the city had grown used to their powers a stigma towards the cat had quickly formed.

They now easily favored the ladybug that healed them than the black cat that could destroy things with a single touch.

Cat Noir looked down for a moment, before throwing himself into her arms. She was startled for a moment, before wrapping his arms around him to support his form. He pressed up against her, purring contently, and a smile spread across her face. She closed her eyes as she held him close, running her fingers through his fur.

“Just want some company, huh?” She whispered, and the purring became louder.

Sometimes it hurt that she couldn’t tell him that she was Ladybug, the partner he trusted so much, but sometimes she preferred things this way. Knowing how much Chat trusted Marinette, without knowing her as anything else but a civilian... it was something special.

“I got you a gift,” she said after a moment, setting him down next to her potted plants. Chat blinked, tilting his head in confusion as she hurried back towards the skylight. “Wait there, I’ll be right back.”

With that she slipped into her room and out of her loft, heading towards were she kept all of her sewing supplies. She saw a pair of blue eyes peering out at her from behind her sewing machine, Tikki clearly disapproving of these visits from Chat. She didn’t say anything to her kwami, just grabbing the red object sitting out and heading back towards the balcony.

Chat was peering down at her through the skylight, ears pricked curiously. She knelt down next to him, not giving him a chance to look at the item in her hands as she wrapped it around his neck. Chat Noir let out a confused meow as she secured the ribbon around him, looking down to try to get a look at what she had put on him.

It was a red ribbon with black dots, a nod to Ladybug, tied in a bow. Stitched to the center of the bow was a golden bell. He tried to bat at it a few times with his paw, though it didn’t make a noise. She knew how much he loved his stealth as a cat, and she didn’t want to take that away.

“You look adorable,” Marinette said with a grin, and he glared at her with his ears back. She couldn’t hold back a laugh, and could only imagine what he could be saying as he let out a string of meowing, so she just enjoyed his flustered expression.

“Mrr!” He said with a huff, turning his back on her.

“Come on Chat, it’s just a joke,” she said, poking him in the back. “It’s velcroed right under the bow, you should be able to take it off easily. You shouldn’t take it off though, it’s better for a cat to have a bell after all.”

“Mrow?” He snapped, turning towards her with what was clearly a frustrated ‘why?’. It was moments like these she could clearly see the human in him, and she desperately longed to know what he looked like when he wasn’t transformed.

“Because a cat with a bell has a home,” she said with a smile. “Paris may be scared of you– but you’re always welcomed here.”

He quickly went still as she said this, giving her a look she wasn’t quite sure how to read.

He stopped trying to bat the ribbon from off his neck, and he threw himself into her arms once more. She closed her eyes as she held her kitty close, his comforting purr rumbling through him. He rubbed his head against her chin, paws kneading into her arms, doing everything he could to get closer than the contact they already had.

They ended up on her chair under her awning, Chat curled up on her stomach as she laid back, fingers absently running through his dark fur. The night was cool, yet his presence was warm, and she found herself starting to drift off in the calming silence of it all.

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When she woke up the next morning she was alone on her balcony. The rising sun blinded her as she twisted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. She wrapped her blanket around her, something she knew she had not had last night.

She slowly sat up, looking about, half hoping to see a certain feline watching over her. Instead she just saw that her fairy lights were off and her skylight was shut– several more things she knew that wasn’t how she left them. She fingered the blanket, her heart thumping, knowing that he must have brought it out here for her, but for him to do that effectively...

He must have detransformed.

Her heart raced at the thought– had he really risked his identity being found just to bring her a blanket? To make sure the lights were off so she could rest in the dark? Risk not only his identity, but the fact that he was human as well? She knew Tikki would not have approved if she had done such a thing, and she wondered if his own kwami had given him a hard time for it. It wasn’t something he should have done, but she knew why he had.

Because he cared about her– not just as Ladybug– but as Marinette. He trusted her.

And that meant the world to her.

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Luminary/Erik 4,5,3 please?

TY FOR THIS IT WAS INCREDIBLY CUTE AAAAA HOPE YOU ENJOY. I feel like this was better than the other, practice is good! >:0

Eleven relaxed in the bay window, cozied up against all the pillows and soft Build-an-Ursa toys. Maybe it was a childlike stretch, but really some things in life just didn't compare to the soft fur and squishy bodies of little monster friends. A neat stack of books were on the wooden floor beside him, accompanied by a less neat pile of books about stars. That pile belonged to his boyfriend, who was currently sleeping, sprawled over Eleven.

Rain had lulled them to sleep hours ago when night had fallen, but nothing could keep Eleven from his early bird nature. Of course, being awake didn't necessarily mean having to exist just yet. Sometimes it was enough to just have a loved one hugging you tight, as soft rain tapped the window pane before falling to city streets below. The clouds they came from were gray, but they held no cruelty within. It was rain after all, that watered and sustained what the rest didn't have time for. It washed away road grease, watered the trees in the park, even washed cars that people were too busy to take to a proper car wash. Apparently though, the last fact was up for debate. Turning toward their living space, the overcast tone put a pleasant gray filter over everything. It was times like that felt so surreal. In modern media, this sort of saturation was always for something sad, like loosing a loved one or a job...

"Maybe we're just lucky," he murmured softly, causing Erik to stir softly. A soft jingle could be heard as one of their younger sabrecats emerged to investigate the food bowls. A soft mrow sounded, then another more obnoxiously. "Erik, I need you to move, Twinkle." The blue haired thief groaned softly, clutching Eleven's figure closer as he dug his pointed chin harshly into his chest. Apparently it was still to early for him, but not for the sabercat who started kneading on Eleven's arm. Eyes pleading. Eleven pat Erik on the back with a sigh.

“I love you so much it almost hurts.”

[izayoichan]

He shook his head as Hayden stopped talking and just closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. It had been a bad week again, but he had managed to talk Vy into heading to school with the promise he would stay.

“Hayden?”

He gently put the wristband on him, giving him a little bit of a painkiller that Hayle had brought back with him from one off his trips home, something his brother had found from a plant in his kingdom, but it was a rare plant, and it didn’t blossom often enough for be used every day. Today though was one of those days where he needed it, which had worried Vy and it had taken almost an hour talk between them to make him go to school. He could see his son relax, and sleep more comfortably, a he put his hand on his forehead. The downside to the medicine was that he tended to spike in temperature, but he had two bags of ice prepared just in case. For now, though, it seemed it wasn’t needed.

“Mrow.” “Yeah, you can guard him too.”

He smiled, both the animals were lying by the bottom off the bed like they normally did when Hayden was “alone”. His mind wandered as he sat there, his eyes following the scars on his son’s body. Their uncle had visited to help when he heard about the attack, alongside Hayle they had managed to strengthen his ice side slightly, while he had been able to calm the fire one. He had asked if this was something they could make permanent, but as Hayle’s brother had explained, it would not be possible. It was a huge strain on his body, as it messed with what was its natural balance, but at the moment they did it, his body was already out of balance, and it stopped some of the internal burns.

He still felt bad about it even happening, he had always thought he would have noticed it if he changed, but it was Rylan that had sensed it before he had. He had even asked his boss about it, who had just shook his head, and mentioned he is not his own family’s reaper. Which of course was a good point, he wasn’t but he was happy the one that was, had given him that chance when he asked even if he had sometimes doubted that decision later.

“Dad?” “Mmm?” “What time is it?” “Hmh, around two in the afternoon, why?” “Just felt like I have been asleep for a while.” “Waiting for Vy to come home?” “Yeah, we have a new book were reading together.”

Chris smiled, it was one of few things he knew his son enjoyed doing. It was something they did together, and it was easy for him to keep up with. Even with bad weeks like this, they were able to read a little, and then just talk about it afterwards.

“Are you ready for the weekend you think?” “Rylan said we could have the session in here if needed, so I would like to hope so.” “Yes, it should work, have you talked about food?” “Oh yeah, we decided home made.”

Chris chuckled, as he had the last year almost never been told to go get food for them anymore, which he didn’t really mind, he had to admit and agree with them that the homemade food was much better.

“What homemade?” “Ehm… Pizza and taco I think we ended on, dad said he would make a list and go shopping with you when he came back.” “Sounds good to me, Pizza will be handy to have if you end up playing late, which I know your normally do.” “Yup! And it’s nice to eat cold, can’t say the same for Taco.”

Hayden looked at his dad for a bit, it was nice to have this time alone with him, even as a child they often had more time with Hayle for obvious reasons.

“The woman, is she like you?”

Chris looked at his son, at first not quite grasping what he was talking about, but then it dawned on him.

“Yes, she is like me.” “So she is…?” “Yes.” “She is nice though.” “She is, trained by Nat just like I was. Fairly new too.” “I always wondered this, how does a reaper get attached to a family?” “Well, it is a complicated process most of the time, and simpler other times. Our reaper, which of course can’t be me, was one that was new, and as you were born, she was assigned to be our reaper. For older families, it can be a rotation, to stop the reaper from getting attached, and other times they stick by a family for as long as that family exists..” “Do you have a rotation, or do you stick with families.”

He looked at his son, quite enjoying their talk. He remembered they had asked when they were younger, but they never had the time or the patience to listen to it.

“I have families, and then I help with accidents and unforeseen events.” “Do you have River’s family?” “Yes, which is why he felt so uncomfortable around me, we met before, but he only vaguely remembers it.” “Does Rylan know?” “No, he never asked, but I think he suspects it.” “But… when River comes back, and if he holds his promise, will you stay their reaper?” “I am not sure, the norm would be to change family so I assume it might go that way.”

He noticed his son looking at him, and he could guess what he had on his mind.

“Yes, you would have gotten the question” “Would you have said yes, if you know what you know now, and how it is?” “Hmh, I ‘m honestly not sure, I don’t regret the saying yes now with all I have in my life, but if I was with nothing, then I would be more torn. It is a hard job, and it takes, as you know, take a lot of time, which is fine when you are alone, but gets more complicated when you have a family.” “Did you every regret it, I mean… the bachelor and having a family?” “Nah, I only regret not having as much time with you as I want to.”

They talked for a while longer, until they heard steps outside the door, and then a light knock, followed by Vy’s head sticking inside.

“Come on in Vy.” “Okay!”

Chris pulled back, leaving the two to their talk and their book, having told Vy he had given him some of the painkiller, so that he was aware Hayden would probably get a bit worse when it wore off later.

“Did you have a good day Hay hay?” “Yeah, how was yours.” “Meh, school is time without you, bad times!” “They still pestering you?” “Nothing to bother with Hay hay.”

Hayden sighed, wishing he was strong enough to go with him and give them all a piece off his mind, but he had a different idea he had to talk to both his parents about. One that would give Vy more means to go do to school and go on trips and such.

“Want to read Hay hay?” “Yeah, let’s read.”

He felt Vy’s arm around him as he pulled him to rest on his chest, picking up the book they were currently reading continuing where they had left off the day before. A couple of hours later when Chris checked in on them, Hayden was sleeping, while Vy was doing his homework smiling at him when he looked in on them.

“Hungry Vy?” “Yes!” “What should I get you?” “Ehm, do we have any more of those cinnamon buns?” “I believe so, I’ll check and come back.” “Thank you mister Chris!”

He chuckled, wondering if one day, Vy would stop calling him mister as he walked down to the kitchen to check on certain baked goods, hoping to have some time to talk to Rylan a bit when he came home.

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[lamiasluck]

Smitten

Summary: Yan has to recover from another heartbreak from her senpai... As she's moping by herself, she realizes that something is watching her. An adorable kitten!

Characters: Yan, Bing, Dark, and others mentioned briefly

Words: 1727

Tags: @bingiplierdaily

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Muffled sobs could be heard throughout the forest. Yan pressed herself against a nearby tree as she tucked her knees to her chest. As she ducked her head down, she reminisced on her hopeless situation.

Another senpai lost from her grasp. How could she have known that this senpai was married?

The blood staining her blade and body dried a long time ago ever since her horrid discovery. This senpai was supposed to be the one. He was completely different from the man she loved last week, afterall! If the other egos had to cope with her heartbreak then so be it. Not like this is the first time they had to endure one of Yan’s senpai driven meltdowns.

Mew!

Yan immediately snapped her head towards the sound. It sounded like… something squeaked? Whatever it was, it was rustling in a bush right next to her. She wiped her tears on her sleeve as she went to investigate. When she pushed away the branches and leaves and was met with…

Mew!

The cutest goddamn kitten she’s ever seen! A tiny munchkin kitten was staring at her with wide eyes. A single head tilt sent Yan in a fit of coos and praise.

“You’re so cute! Tiny baby!” All sense of sorrow was gone and replaced with immense joy. Cautiously, Yan reached over to pet the kitten, only to be surprised by the creature meeting her halfway and butting its head against her hand.

Brrp?

At least this time the tears Yan shed weren’t out of sorrow. This tiny kitten was the perfect solution for such a bad day. She could barely remember her past senpai’s name as she eagerly pet the purring cat. The kitten managed to find solace on Yan’s lap, clearly ecstatic while getting head scratches. Yan picked up the cat to search for its mother or owner. Sure, she just killed a couple in cold blood but she wasn’t going to steal a cat! That’d be too cruel even for her taste.

After a thorough search around the forest, Yan found nothing. Did someone abandon this poor creature? That monster! If Yan ever crossed paths with the culprit she wouldn’t hesitate to skewer them at the end of her sword.  

Yan stared at the kitten, the kitten stared back with curious eyes. Her mind was set. Somehow, someway, she was going to sneak this cat into the manor.

A couple of egos were lounging in the commons area, chatting away to their heart’s content. All was well until they saw Yan attempt to bolt through the room.

“Uh, Yan?” Bim stopped her in her tracks. “You alright there?”

“Yup, just peachy!” She was sweating bullets. Awkward arms covering her stomach hid the tiny lump that was a sleeping kitten under her shirt.

“You’re… you’re covered in blood,” Dr. Iplier wearily said.

“Oh, right. That.” Yan averted her eyes from the crowd. “Senpai didn’t notice me, but that’s okay! I feel better now.”

Everyone in the room was surprised by Yan’s lax attitude. Usually, a failed romance decommissioned the hopeless romantic for at least a couple days.

Mew-

Yan violently coughed to cover up the kitten’s meow. After her fit, she flashed a nervous smile. The others exchanged confused glances amongst each other, but Yan quickly beat them to the punch.

“I-I just feel a bit sick!” She fake coughed again. “I’m gonna go rest in my room. See ya guys!”

Before anyone could object, Yan ran away clutching her stomach. She burst through her room’s door, quickly locking it behind her with a sigh of relief.

Mrow?

“Yes, yes, I know. I’m sorry, but the others can’t know about you,” she replied sympathetically. That was a close one. Surely, the others would definitely continue their questioning with her terrible performance, but at least she had time to think of a plan.

She took the kitten out of her shirt and placed him on her bed, kneeling so that she was eye level with him. As the tiny cat explored the vast space, Yan took the time to admire how adorable he was. Like mentioned before, the kitten was a male. He had pretty orange and black calico spots and walked on the cutest, stubbiest little legs Yan’s ever seen.

Taking care of a cat must take a lot of responsibility, but Yan could take time off senpai hunting if it meant caring for this pretty kitty. He would need toys, food, a litter box… and about a dozen little hand knitted outfits she was going to make in her spare time.

“We can have matching clothes! What’d you think of that, sweetie?”

Mew!

Perfect, the plan was set. By tomorrow Yan would surround herself in yarn and kitty toys.

“You need a name… What do you think?”

Brrp?

The kitten gently batted at Yan’s face, clearly in a playful mood. After some thought, Yan figured out the perfect name.

“Aiko…?” The name felt right as she said it. A proud smile dawned on her lips as the kitten looked at her and tilted his head.

Mrow!

“That’s right, Aiko! My sweet, little love child!” She went overboard on the baby voice as she pet Aiko. The kitten was overwhelmed by the affection and was jumping for joy. The room was filled with coos and purrs, both Yan and Aiko were enjoying each other’s company.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Yan was frozen in place, staring at the door with scared eyes. Hesitantly, she stepped away from Aiko, despite the kitten’s protest, and walked towards the door. There was a faint, but distinct ringing noise on the other side.

Oh, fuck.

Yan cracked open the door slightly and made sure Aiko was out of sight.

“Hey, Dark,” Yan greeted the entity while giving him an awkward smile. “What brings you here?”

Dark looked at the younger ego with an unamused expression. The blood stained clothes and scared attitude certainly must be a sight to see. He exhaled loudly through his nose, everyday was eventful for the entity.

“I heard from the others that you were acting odd, even more so than usual.” Dark’s stern gaze pierced through Yan’s soul. She needed to stay strong. For Aiko!

“Yeah… senpai rejected me today,” she put on her best poker face as she replied.

“Clearly that’s not the only reason why you’re acting like this.”

“Um, I also feel kinda sick.” Alongside the fake cough, she also faked a little sniffle.

“What are you hiding, Yandere?” Dark was becoming impatient, his shell cracked slightly under the stress. Yan flinched with each flare of his shell.

She caved in.

“Well, when I was in the forest… I kinda,” she couldn’t think of the right words. “I might have-”

Mew?!

“I found a cat and I’m keeping him,” she rushed through her words as she opened the door more, revealing Aiko rolled over on his back.

The cat was out of the bag, Dark stood bewildered at the scene before him. Aiko and him seemed to have a staring contest with how intense their unbreaking eye contact was. Out of all the nonsense the entity had the deal with, this was up there. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

“How are you going to take care of an animal? Do you know how much responsibility it takes to tend to a kitten?” He kept glancing back and forth at Yan and Aiko. “You’re out of the house far too often to have a pet.”

“I swear I’ll take care of Aiko! I’ll cut back on senpai hunting just please let me keep him,” Yan begged while giving Dark the best puppy eyes she could muster. Or would they be kitten eyes in this case? That’s a problem for another day.

Dark paused. “You’ll stop pursuing your senpais…?” he asked out of disbelief, to which Yan frantically nodded her head. He glanced at the kitten once more, the kitten stared back with hopeful eyes. “Fine.”

“Really?!”

“But you’re solely responsible for whatever mess your cat creates.” Dark sighed and started to walk out of the room. “ Don’t make me regret my decision, Yan.”

The second Dark closed the door behind him, Yan squealed and became all giddy. She picked up Aiko and cradled him in her arms.

“Did you hear that, sweetheart?”

Mrow!

“That’s right! You get to stay with me!” Aiko purred contently, kneading Yan’s shirt to get more comfortable. As Yan looked at her pride and joy, she thought about what to do next. Food, she should probably get some kitten food. She should probably change out of her bloody clothes too. She pulled out her phone and texted one of her friends for help.

Yan spent hours playing with Aiko before there was another knock on the door.

“Yo, dude? I got your stuff,” Bing yelled outside her door. As she let Bing in she was greeted with an ecstatic android and a large basket full of kitten goods. “Congrats on being a parent!”

“Oh my god!” She gasped as she looked at what Bing brought. “I thought you were just getting some food?” Not only did Bing get a dozen cans of kitten food, he also got a bed, litter, and a bunch of toys.

“Well,” he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “You need more than some food for the little guy. I figured I might as well help ya out, yknow?”

Yan thanked her friend while showing the basket of goods to Aiko. The kitten meowed loudly once he smelled food, hungry after hours of playing.

“Aw~” Bing cooed as he saw Aiko. “He’s so fucking tiny, dude!”

“Hey,” Yan paused from opening up a can and scolded Bing. “Don’t swear in front of him, he’s a child!”

“Ah, right. He’s a baby.” Aiko was still preoccupied by the smell of food. “Sorry, little dude.”

“Never copy Uncle Bing, Aiko. It’ll only lead to trouble.”

Mew!

The two continued to laugh as they showed Aiko the various gifts brought for him. The kitten seemed satisfied with each item, meowing loudly and tumbling around. Other egos stopped by periodically to see the new member of the household. Everyone was smitten the second Aiko looked at them.

And Aiko was smitten with everyone too.  

[shittylongcatposts]

Foot massage

A/N: hey guys, I wanted to write this a long time ago now and since i am having some bad days atm (seriously i could nearly walk because of my period cramps yesterday-yay) I felt the need to write this one.

So ehm do not read if you're uncomfy with periods, also there are really light mentions of nsfw (really light!!!) The rest is just fluff for mine and your souls . So i hope you enjoy! Also don't have the energy to come up with a title and we don't talk about proof reading...

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It was already late in the evening when the young CEO in line finally got to open the door to his penthouse. He slipped out of his shoes, hung up his coat and loosened his tie. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the penthouse. It was mostly silent, except for the steps and excited 'meows' of Elizabeth the 3rd, who came to greet him, he bent down and smiled. 

"Hey, princess, have you seen Mc?" 

"Mrow~" 

"Good girl, I'm sure you kept an eye on her the whole time." He picked her up, carefully placing the beautiful cat on her sleeping blanket, petting her another time before turning around to find Mc.

The hunger in his heart ached for intimacy and his eyes filled with lust as his imagination ran wild, how would he find her? What was she wearing? That nice set of lingerie that he bought not so long ago while he was on a business trip? Or nothing at all? 

He felt his excitement rising with every step he made further to the bedroom. 

Jumin opened the door and entered their shared room. His lover seemed to be asleep. What a pity. Still it was an amazing sight, how could she look even more beautiful when she was asleep? But to his surprise she moaned, sounding like she was in great pain, before she shuffled around trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"Hey Jumin", Mc yawned, she sounded more than tired and he already felt bad for having all these thoughts running through his mind just mere seconds ago. 

"Mc, are you not feeling well?" He asked and sat down at her side of the bed, running his hand over hers. 

She closed her eyes and writhed in pain. Bobbing her torso up and down as if it came in waves. Jumin frowned, watching her with concern in his dark eyes. 

When he saw tears streaming down her cheeks he closed the distance and hugged her tightly. 

"What's wrong, Mc? Can I help you? Should I call the doctor?" He asked while placing small kisses on her soft hair in between his questions. 

"No, it's okay, Jumin, I… actually I'm on my period." Mc finally answered, her hands gripping tighter into the soft fabric of his shirt. 

"Oh no,.. my dear, can I do anything for you? How about a hot water bottle? Or would you like to have some painkillers?" He asked, still looking at her in concern after she pulled herself back out of their embrace. 

With a light grin she lifted the blanket to show him the hot water bottle. Then she sighed and ran her hands through her disheveled hair again. 

"To be honest I already took some. They don't really ease the cramps though. But there's something you could do after all, if you want to help..." 

Mc stood up only to sat down on the floor right before Jumin. She held her hands out for him and showed him to stand up. The dark haired man did as she wished, placing his soft hands in hers. 

"What do you want me to do now?" He whispered and looked down on his significant other who just got hit by another wave of cramps. Before she answered his question she lied down on her back. 

"Can you stand on my belly please? Pressure sometimes relieves the pain too, at least for me, I'll hold you." 

Jumin stood there not even moving a finger. He shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. 

"I don't think it would be a good idea if you let me, a 78kg heavy man, stand on your womb- with full weight. You know that I'm afraid to hurt you, Mc, I'm sorry my love but I can't do this to you." 

"Do it with just one foot then, please Jumin.", Mc begged. He usually liked it when she begged him to do something but this time he didn't enjoy it in the slightest. 

Jumin took a deep breath, swallowed down his doubts and put one foot on her belly, adjusting his position and his weight a little bit more so that he wouldn't hurt her. He could feel how tense her muscles were underneath his foot, but to his surprise she smiled again a few seconds later.A sigh of relief followed her smile when he began to move his foot like a little caterpillar massaging her torso softly.

"I think it's better now, thank you, my dear." She said after a few moments. While Jumin helped her to get up she gave him a soft kiss, before hurrying under the blanket again. Mc tapped the empty space right next to her lightly, showing Jumin to come under the blanket too. 

"Come here" Mc said pouting when she realized he turned around to undress himself.

He laughed softly at her grimace and hurried to the bathroom to get himself ready for bed too. 

When he came back into the bedroom, he pushed the blanket back, quickly crawled under it and made sure to tuck it around the both of them. 

"Are you feeling better?" He asked again and pulled her closer into his arms. He didn't know how else he could comfort her but thought that she may enjoy a cuddling session after all. 

"Yes, I do, thanks again, Juju." She turned around and placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. His cheeks flushed with a bright link and a smile spread over his lips.

"Oh stop it with that name. It's horrible." He groaned, kissed her neck and blew a raspberry, making her laugh and writhe around in his arms. Not letting her escape from his hug. He knew it was her sensitive spot, and that it always made her laugh. 

"I will never stop calling you Juju. I think it's cute and it's the perfect nickname for you" she giggled and poked his nose. 

"Well then, I can't argue with that." The young man nodded and pulled her closer again. 

Slowly he let his hand wander down to her belly and before she could say anything Jumin tilted his head and smiled softly. 

"Can I offer you another massage? Maybe that'll help you more than my bad attempt at running you over." The smile turned into a smirk. 

"At least you didn't crash a car this time." 

"Haha." 

"I love you, Jumin" 

"I love you too"

With another kiss he began massaging her and talked about his day every now and then. Just a few minutes later the both of them fell asleep, holding each other close while Jumin's hand softly stroked her belly.

[uta-no-fan-sama]

Quartet Nyan~

Again, sorry these are coming so late, but here it is. (Note: since it was mentioned in the ask, reader’s pronouns are feminine, but it really doesn’t have any effect on the content, so feel free to imagine as you wish.)

Something feels off when you wake up. Sleepily, you blink your eyes, to see your paws resting softly on your boyfriend’s chest—

Wait, paws?

Slowly, you push away from him, who now seems far bigger than he should, and you manage to see your reflection in the mirror.

And you cannot believe your eyes, as facing you, blinking when you blink, is a cat staring at you.

And then, your boyfriend wakes up from his nap.

Reiji:

“Kohai-chan, where’d you go...?” Reiji mumbles, barely awake. “Maybe to compose...”

He lets himself let out a little yawn, already ready to wake up despite the fact that the sun hadn’t risen yet.

And, just as he reaches out to take the blanket off—

“A cat?!”

—he sees a small, fuzzy kitten in your place, watching him with clear, intent eyes.

Then it hits him (of course it does, he’d recognise your eyes anywhere).

And, as skeptical as he sounds while saying it, he leans over. “Kohai-chan,” he says, voice soft, “if that’s you, put your paw on my nose.”

The cat’s paw lands squarely on his nose, and you boop his nose lightly. It could be a coincidence, though, so Reiji decides to try another thing. “Okay, now if you’re still you, walk from the pillow to the edge of the bed and back four times.”

You did it, even though you didn’t really want to.

Reiji blinked, disbelieving. “So this cat is really you, isn’t it?”

“Mrow.”

Then, Reiji blinked again, before a smile warmed his face. “Well, then, kohai-chan, let’s hope whatever this is won’t last too long, and just enjoy until then!” he cheered, lifting your smaller cat frame up and spinning you around. “Are you hungry?”

You paused to think for a moment, before you decided that you’d probably want to eat something for now. You nodded.

“Well, then, let’s get going, kohai-nyan!”

Did he actually just—?

Reiji had the audacity to grin after making that ridiculous pun. You batted your paw at him in retaliation and turned to face away from him.

“Oh, now, don’t shut meow-t for that,” Reiji laughed.

This . . . this was going to be a long day.

Ranmaru: 

Ranmaru peered at you with one eye open as he awoke from his afternoon nap. “Another cat, huh . . . ? How’d you get into the dorms, huh?” he asked, voice low and lilting as his hand reached behind your head and he scritched behind your ears. 

You couldn’t help but arch into the touch and purr. 

Finally, Ranmaru’s stormy-grey eyes lifted, and he said, “Huh, _____ must’ve gone.” Then, he looked at you again. “You wouldn’t know, but _____’s the only person who’s ever actually touched my heart.”

You stared at him, eyes wide. He’d never told you that before -- there was no way he wouldn’t get embarrassed to say it. 

“I obviously can’t say it to her face, but she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s amazing, understanding . . . she makes the sun shine for me, yaknow?”

If this was the treatment—head scritches and constant compliments from Ranmaru . . . being a cat wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Anyway, come on, kitten, let’s go look for her,” Ranmaru said, lifting your tiny cat body up and carrying you. 

. . . it was then that you ended up turning back, right there. 

“Uh . . . meow?” you said, tentatively. 

Ranmaru didn’t leave his room for a week after that. 

Ai: 

Ai’s eyes narrow on you the second he sees the cat on his bed. “We don’t have a cat,” he says firmly. “Is this one of Ranmaru’s . . .”

He trails off as you shake your head. “You can understand me?”

You nod and meow. 

“But that can’t be possible,” Ai frowns. Then, he stiffens, and lifts you up so you’re at his eye level. He closes his eyes, and just before he opens them, Ranmaru steps into the room. 

“Oi, Ai—” Ranmaru frowns. “Since when did you have a cat? And that’s not how you’re supposed to hold—”

“Later, Ranmaru, I need to finish this retinal scan on the cat,” Ai says, then opens his eyes. 

You can see the gridded pattern on Ai’s eyes just as they’re on yours, then Ai slowly puts you back on the bed. “You’re . . . you’re _____.”

“Meow,” you nod. 

Ranmaru attempts to walk out of the room, but Ai interrupts, “Ranmaru, I need everything you know about how to take care of cats. In the meantime, I will have to research on this phenomena and find out its cause, and whether this has ever happened in the past.”

This is not how I pictured this going, you thought, not quite sure how to feel. 

Camus: 

The second Camus’ eyes open to see you on the bed, he frowns disapprovingly. “Where did you come from, furball?” he asked, as though you could answer. 

But, before you could react—

“Camus, I’ve finished that assignment you gave me!” Cecil cheered, bounding through the doors. Then, he looks at where Camus’ gaze is directed—at you. “_____?”

You decided not to question how Cecil had known that the cat was, in fact, you. But even if you had, you would have had no way to ask him, so you just dipped your head in a nod and meowed. 

Camus’ eyes widen with shock. “You’re _____?”

“Mrow.”

“Aijima, explain this instant!”

“This has only happened once—” Cecil began, but you tuned out for most of it, instead settling into Camus’ lap as he began stroking your fur. You couldn’t help but purr.