#its fine he'll get dark to do it later when dai's napping --

[musedriven]

@dnangelic said // ' wiz, can you eat chocolate... ? 'after all this time, he's still really never put any thought into what really wiz was... or what the rabbit-like creature could properly eat beyond fruits and vegetables, anyhow. the enormous, boy-sized mountain pile of chocolates he's stolen (stolen? could it even be said that?) from school, intended for dark over the course of valentines and white day, was outright impossible for just one person to eat. ' i'm starting to regret taking everything, but... augh, no, forget it! it's not good to be having second thoughts over something like this! maybe towa-chan and argentine can help me ... ! ' hopefully they wouldn't have any issues digesting chocolate, too!

a tiny pink nose twitched as it sniffed the treats. the familiar was used to sampling different foods over the years but nothing was as delicious as a fresh fruit or vegetable in his mind. it's also why he chose to remain mostly settled in the form of a rabbit though he could easily become anything he felt like being.

still, the bunny did find it silly that his master would have guilt over taking things that technically belonged to him in the first place. it didn't seem like that much chocolate to the little familiar. although; if he really wanted, Daisuke could always share with the Harada girls. specifically Riku.

Risa was nice, but always tried holding him. he didn't like how grabby she was. in order to express this thought he picked up one of the still wrapped bags that was about the size of him and dragging it up to the phone. ears flicking slightly as the rabbit thumped his foot down a few times before jumping back down to the pile of treats to grab a few cherry filled ones for himself.

[chesters-ocs]

something overtook me. i just like it when theyre teenagers and fucking stupid and then have to face minor consequences for their minor actions. its funny to me

wc: 1k

The unlocked window of the 2nd floor bedroom is slowly pushed open, as the teen climbs in. He quietly closes it shut afterwards, before glancing around the dark room.

"Psst, Syl!" he whisper-yelled to the lump under the blankets.

He gets no response.

"Syl?"

"... Wha.." he grumbles, turning around in the bed, scowling at the intruder who woke him up from the nap.

"Sleeping?"

"Fuck do you think?" Sylvester cusses, his voice creakier than usual, eyes puffy.

"God, you look like shit, man," he muses, pressing a warm hand to his forehead, before pulling back with a raised brow at the heat.

"Your dads know you're sick?"

"..."

"Sylvester..."

"Don't wanna worry em'," he waves the concern off, to no awail, as his boyfriend just scoffs, sitting down next in the chair across the room.

"Hmh. Mind if i stay around then?"

"Do whatever. Night," Sylvester groans, rolling over again and curling up under the blankets.

"Night. Dream of me~" Adam teases, though not getting any response, except a slight snore. He fell asleep already.

The teen just looks around the dim room then. It's a mess of stuff everywhere, ranging from walls covered in band posters to a pile of mystery items on the dresser. His gaze briefly lingers on the bright red bass guitar: a near and dear possession of Sylvester's. He recalls something about his buddy gifting it to him so they could start their band.

Leaning back in the chair, Adam just stared at the ceiling, before lighting a cigarette and then toying with his lighter, flickering the flame on and off constantly, finding the repeated action soothing. As for the cigarette smoke... he'll ventilate later, Adam figured as he watched the smoke dissipate in the air.

It was a peaceful moment, just him, the feel of tobacco in his lungs and the slow breathing of his boy on the bed.

Pocketing the lighter as the cigarette neared to its end, he was startled by the door opening, being too zoned out to hear footsteps of one of the grownups approaching.

"What the fuck..." the low voice of one of the father's muttered, causing Adam to jump.

"Jesus-!" he swore in surprise, accidentally extinguishing the cigarette butt on his own skin, followed by more assorted curses in languages Vikram had only heard his friends speak.

"Adam?! What are you- Hey, show me that!" he ordered, already grabbing the hand the teen was clutching in an effort to self-soothe the burn, as if he could smell the burn itself. His intention to stay quiet in his sleeping son's room out the window right away.

"Piss off! It's fine," the teen attempted to pull away, to little success.

Not taken aback by the attitude, the father just yanked him upright from the chair, a clear instruction on his tongue: "Bathroom, now. Hand under running cool water, but not freezing. Got it?"

"And if i don't?" Adam challenged.

"Then I take away those fucking cigarettes of yours for good."

"Real scary," the teen rolled his eyes at the threat, not at all impressed by it, which worked to grind Vikram's gears further.

"Just go already. I need to ventilate this place now, thanks to you! I'll check in 5 minutes, so you know."

Sighing, Adam left, begrudgingly following the advice.

In the meanwhile, Vikram opened the windows wide, wanting to get rid of the smoke plaguing his son's room. He briefly wondered why the smoke alarm hadn't picked up on it, but if he were to check, the man would find no batteries within the device. Though, it's a problem for a different day, as the teen stirred from the fever-induced nap finally, the loud yawn drawing the attention from his father.

"... Ugh... Adam?" he slurred, sitting upright in bed. One hand reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes. Upon stretching, he found himself in the midst of a coughing fit, likely from the smoke.

He grunted softly as a hand found it's way into his hair, stroking the dyed hair, which was followed by a familiar voice, which held the warmth of a hundred suns: "He's in the bathroom. Sleep well?"

At first, all he got was a slight wince, as the teenager stifled the coughs, composing himself, which morphed into a low, needy whine. The sound, ever so uncharacteristic, caused a spike of concern.

"Sylvester?"

"Mmm...?"

"Are you alright?"

"... Dunno," he drawled lazily, which was when Vikram checked his temperature. He almost didn't want to pull his hand back, with how heavily his son leaned into his touch, not missing the small purr which escaped.

Though instinct overtook him, and as much as he wanted to stay and comfort the sick teen, he knew he needed to at least ask his husband to make stew for their kid, as well as to check on the little troublemaker who, surprisingly, had not left the bathroom.

As the father stood up, his heart almost broke at the soft whine, but he persisted.

"Cold," was a one word complaint which finally set the man into action. Swiftly rising and reaching the still-open windows, he closed them, deeming the room ventilated enough for the time being.

"Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up for dinner," he urged from the doorway, before shutting it completely.

Once in the hall, his gaze flickered to the other teenager in the house right now, who was now wiping his hands on a towel, the bathroom door wide open.

"Adam! With me. Now."

He was surprised when he actually complied without a word, bringing him to the kitchen, where the burn soothing gels were kept. He uncorked one and passed it to the injured teen, grimacing slightly as he finally got a good look at the skin discoloration, which will surely not go away for a handful of months at the very least. Probably will scar too.

His husband looked at the two of them warmly: "Oh, hello! Something happen?"

"Yes. Could you make that one soup Sylvester likes? Adam will explain what happened in the meanwhile."

"What- Hey!"

[yodepalma]

omg i still write fic???

yeah so i meant to have this up for day two of @corleonisweek​ (cor with animals) but due to a biiit of an emergency at home i wasn’t able to get it up. so here it is, only a day late! *pats self on back*

Title: Lucky Cat (ao3 link) Summary:  Cor accidentally adopts a cat. A pregnant cat. Rated G for goshdarn cute

It starts, as these things usually do, with one cat: a stray wandering around outside Cor’s apartment building. At first he just sets out a little food for her, wanting her to stay healthy. Eventually she decides she likes him and lets him pet her, and he finds himself stopping to do so every morning and night. She rubs up against his legs and purrs, following him to the door of the complex and then running off. Then one cool night he leaves his window open and she jumps inside, but never jumps back out. He doesn't have the heart to throw her back outside.

Of course, he hadn't known then that she was pregnant. Not until two weeks later, when Monica stops by to deliver some paperwork and gets distracted by Kotetsu, who instantly decides she likes her. Lets Monica pet her belly and everything.

When Monica finally finishes petting her, she comes into the kitchen where Cor is drinking his coffee. She drops the papers on the table by his hand and says, "Cor, are you aware that cat is pregnant?"

Cor pauses with his mug halfway to his lips. He slowly lowers it back to the table. "I wasn't even aware she had the right parts for that."

Monica gives him a look. "How long have you had her?"

Cor shrugs. "Clearly not long enough."

"Give me your phone." Monica sighs. "I'll give you the number to my vet. Take her."

That's one order Cor doesn't need to be given twice. He's not equipped for kittens. He'd barely been equipped for a full-grown self-sufficient cat.

 The vet is nice, though she clearly thinks it's hilarious that Cor hadn't even known the cat was female. Even after Cor explains that becoming a pet owner just sort of...happened.

She does dig up some pamphlets about pregnant cats so he knows what to expect, though, so he forgives her. And after leafing through the pamphlet, he also goes out and picks up some actual books about cats. He's not ready for this. He'll never be ready for this.

This doesn't change a month later, when Kotetsu starts getting clingy and he recognizes the signs of a cat about to give birth. She's made a little nest in his closet, too, right on top of a jacket she pulled off the hanger. He's going to have fun explaining what happened to it when he needs to ask for a new one to be made.

And then the event finally happens. At some godawful time at night, with Cor alone in his apartment. Why couldn't she have waited until morning to drag him into the closet with her?

The fact that he went willingly because he's worried is a secret that will die with him.

He calls Monica once he gets as comfortable as he can be. She answers the phone with an unusually snappy, "What?"

Cor stares down at Kotetsu. "What do I do?"

"What?" She sounds more confused than angry this time.

"It's happening."

He can feel the moment Monica realizes what he's talking about. "Cor, it's two in the morning. I'm sure you can handle it."

"But—"

"Two in the morning, Cor." Monica takes a deep breath. "She should be able to take care of everything herself. I'll come by in the morning."

She hangs up without waiting for a response. Cor lowers his phone and glares at it. Betrayed. By his own soldier. He'll get her back for this.

The birth takes what feels like forever. There's four kittens when it's all over, and after seeing Kotetsu eat the placentas, he's vowed to never have to go through this again. Give him something to kill any day. This was just harrowing.

He considers getting up and taking a shower, but he's exhausted after hours of watching to make sure nothing goes wrong. He lets his head fall back against the wall behind him and carefully stretches out his legs. The kittens are huddled in close to their mother, so he shouldn't have to worry about crushing them. He hopes.

The next thing he's aware of is someone walking into his bedroom. He checks on Kotetsu automatically, to find her and the kittens curled up next to his leg and apparently fast asleep. Only then does he look up to see Monica hovering over him with a smile and her phone out.

"Don't—" Cor's cut off by the sound of the camera shutter noise. He hits his head against the wall and sighs.

"But you looked so cute." Monica kneels down and looks at the kittens without picking them up. "And Helen will pay me for that picture."

"I'll pay you to delete it," Cor says, but he knows it's hopeless even before Monica smirks at him.

"Not enough." Monica gets back to her feet and holds a hand out to him. "The kittens look fine. You need to get ready for work."

Cor grasps her hand and lets her haul him to his feet, but he can't help looking back down toward Kotetsu. "But they were just born."

Monica pats his arm. "They'll be fine. Go take a shower."

Cor reluctantly does as she says, tossing his clothes into a corner of the bathroom. He'll worry about them later. In the shower, he leans his forehead against the wall and thinks mournfully about how comfortable his bed is. He'd been looking forward to a full night's sleep, and Kotetsu had ruined it.

At least it had ended in four healthy kittens. He hadn't really gotten a good look at them yet, and he doesn't think he's going to until after work. He sighs and pushes off the wall, reaching for the shampoo.

By the time he gets out of the shower, Monica has made him coffee and breakfast, a sure sign that he looks as tired as he feels. He sits down with a grunt of thanks and stares blankly at the plate for a second. He'll be late if he doesn't hurry up.

He can feel Monica's amused eyes on him as he eats and gulps down two cups of steaming hot coffee, but he chooses not to acknowledge her. At least this way he can pretend he still has any dignity left.

Monica walks to the Citadel with him, smiling at her phone the whole time. She leaves him outside his office door, rushing off like she has something important to attend to. Cor narrows his eyes at her back. He knows she doesn't have anything waiting for her.

Her hurry is explained when he opens his door to find Helen lounging in his chair. Of course. Why would she give him time to prepare for her?

"Good morning." Cor closes the door behind him and crosses his arms. "Get out of my chair."

Helen grins and doesn't move. "Tell me how your adorable kittens are first."

Cor sighs. "They're alive and healthy. Not sure what else you expect me to say about things that are only a few hours old."

"Oh, come on." Helen leans forward and props her chin up with a hand. "How many are there? What do they look like? What awful names do you plan on giving them?"

"Four; squirming, dark blobs; and I haven't decided yet."

"All right, I can take a hint." Helen holds up a thin file folder for a second and drops it back on his desk before she gets up. "Just came to deliver this anyway."

"Thank you."

Helen walks over and pats him on the chest before she leaves. "Welcome to the crazy cat lady club."

Cor walks over to his desk and flops inelegantly into his seat. Would anybody notice if he took a nap before he has to go train the new recruits? With the way his luck is going, someone would walk in on him drooling on his paperwork and snap a picture. Better not risk it.

He rubs his eyes and flips open the folder. Scowls at the contents and rubs his eyes again, in case he's just seeing things. But the image of a kitten doesn't disappear, and as he flips through the pages he realizes that's all it is. How the hell did Helen manage to get this together so quickly?

...At least they're cute. And it is better than doing actual work.

 He doesn't actually get anything done before he has to get up again, but he can't bring himself to care. He's tired enough that he stops in one of the guard rooms to grab a cup of their terrible coffee. He chugs it right there at the counter, then looks into the empty cup with despair.

"That was the worst coffee I've ever had," he mutters to nobody in particular. "It tastes like apathy given life. How do you drink this?"

"Who cares what it tastes like?" Someone comes up and pours themselves a cup. "It works."

Cor nods agreeably. "Okay. But why does it smell like burnt hair?"

"That would be the sheer essence of apathy. You need another cup, Marshal?"

"I don't hate myself that much."

He can still taste the coffee when he gets to the training room. It would make him regret the decision to drink it if he didn't also finally feel awake enough to actually do something.

The new recruits salute him when he enters the room and he salutes half-heartedly back. He's given the welcoming speech so many times he's pretty sure he could recite it in his sleep, which is good because he has no recollection of a word he says. He'll just have to hope he didn't screw up, and deny it if he did.

"I know all of you can fight," Cor says, falling into his resting stance. "But today is when you find out how well."

He reaches for the king's magic and pulls his katana out of the Armiger in a flash of light. The ensuing tinkle of tiny bells and muffled laughter of a few of the men isn't the normal response he gets to that. He looks down to see—something hanging off the hilt of his sword. A closer inspection shows it to be several little cat phone charms. He taps at a little calico that has one paw raised beside its head, and it jingles as it swings. 

"Regis," he sighs as the men burst out laughing again. He falls back into stance and glares up at them. "Don't let yourselves be distracted by ridiculous diversions. An enemy won't hesitate to attack while you're laughing."

It still takes the recruits a few bruises before they manage to take him seriously again. Cor is going to kill Regis. Or Monica. Or both of them.