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kykyonthemoon · 4 months ago

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The Day You Were Destined To Be His Caretaker

The cat café you frequent allows customers to adopt cats, and you are thrilled to be a cat caretaker. The fluffy fellow you bring home, though, seems to be more than simply a cat.

── .✦ Character x Female Reader|MC

Included parts in order: Rafayel - Xavier - Zayne - Sylus

♡︎. Tags: Alternate Universe, therianthropy (cat/human hybrids), fluff, soft and sweet, caring, cat cafés.

♡︎. Word count: 4k1

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── .✦ Ky Ky’s notes:

This story was inspired by Yes, Cat Caretaker version & Meow Time event. It is my entry to the Love and Deepspace Cat Caretaker Assembly - Fan Art Contest.

I really appreciate all your support on my X <3

References to their cat breeds: x

Rafayel - The playful cat

That day, you traveled to a common cat café by the shore. There were many cats at the café that had been adopted by customers. You hoped that you would find one to become your companion too. Then, you met him.

The cafe's largest treehouse at the time featured a little, curly-furred Devon Rex on the top floor. You had no idea how he climbed up there, because unsteady legs made it obvious that he was frightened of heights. His big round eyes scanned the world madly before closing. You were the only one who listened to his tiny meows.

You hurried over, held up your hands to the cat, and said:

“Come down here. I will catch you.”

"Meow?"

He opened his eyes and gave you a serious look. He still did not seem to have much faith in you. This was a cat you had never seen at the café before. Perhaps he was brought here by the owner recently.

“It'll be okay,” you said once again in a gentle and reassuring tone. A staff member approached you and said:

“This cat has been mischievously climbing up there again. It's obvious that he's afraid of heights, yet he just likes to crawl up there. We don't know why. Please give us a moment so we can take him down.”

“No need,” You replied. “I'll give it a shot. Is that okay?”

After giving you a nod, the staff moved aside to observe your attempts to get the cat down. You stood on your tiptoes and your raised arms felt weary. But you always smiled and comforted the cat.

“It's okay. I'll always wait for you down here!"

After pondering for a while, the cat decided to jump down. He rushed into your arms. Immediately, you hugged the small soft cotton ball tightly. From that day on, he followed you home.

You had never owned a cat before, so in the first few days, you were very tired of having to chase him around the house. What surprised you so much was that while you failed to think of a good name for him, one morning when you woke up, you caught the cat with your pile of old crayons. He had written on a piece of paper the name Rafayel.

Although you found it strange, you decided to call the cat by that name. After a long day at work, Rafayel enjoyed wrapping himself around your feet whenever you got home. However, he was also so mischievous that while you were away, the house was usually in disarray. You once took Rafayel to plant trees in the garden. He enjoyed playing freely, chasing frogs, and catching butterflies there. He was so eager to assist you with digging that he even dove into a pot of dirt, getting his fur all soiled in the process. You laughed while feeling sorry for him at the same time.

“Look! I've just planted a meowing tree.”

Then, you grabbed him by his scruff and took him to the bathroom.

“You're so playful. You got dirt all over your fur now."

You put Rafayel in the tub and turned on the shower. Abruptly, a thin stream of smoke spread across the room. After a moment, your cat was out of sight as the haze gradually cleared. Rather, a man with purple eyes who looked exactly like Rafayel was sitting in the tub.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" You let out a loud scream. “YOU PERVERT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAT?!”

To your surprise, you tumbled to the bathroom floor while defending yourself with the showerhead turned on. Water splashed onto the man's bare chest. He tried to use his hand to shield the water from the shower and finally decided to reach over and turn it off. You were the focus of his teary eyes. He seemed somewhat distressed.

"Who are you calling a pervert? You've been dragging me into bed with you every night for the past few days, as you can see! Just now, you even wanted to give me a bath!”

"Huh???"

“It's me. Rafayel.” He said, pointing with one hand to the ears on his head and the tail peeking out from inside the bathtub. "Do you no longer recognize me, my lady?"

“R-Rafayel?”

“Yes… Meow?”

Although you had heard tales about therianthropes coexisting with humans, you never ventured to think that the cat you had taken in was one of them! For a moment, you were unsure of what to do, and could only mumble to yourself: "Refund... I want a refund... Obviously the café staff gave me the wrong cat..."

“What? Do you want to send me away?” Leaning toward the bathtub's edge to be nearer to you, Rafayel scowled. You always knew that therians had their own charm, but meeting such a picturesque person was beyond your imagination.

He continued to sulk: "The person who just promised to take good care of me for the rest of my life, now wants to throw me away?"

To be fair, you had said that to the Devon Rex, not to the charming curly-haired boy in front of you. You wanted a cat to keep you company, yet ended up with a half-cat, half-human sullen man. You stood up, intending to get out and figure out how to deal with this later, but Rafayel swiftly grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the bathtub with him.

“Are you really going to leave me? Once you've made a promise to me, you cannot go back on it! Even if you wish to get rid of me, it's already too late! You're stuck with me, no matter what!"

Xavier - The super cat

There was a recent event at the local cat café to allow patrons to adopt cats. The requirement was to be selected by that feline and capable of caring for the little animal companion. It was ideal because you had been searching for a pet to care for. There was only one problem: the cat you had your eye on was the most famous character at the café.

He was a Ragdoll named Xavier, with large, wide blue eyes and silky fur. Ever since he showed up at the café a few days earlier, had been the talk of the town, the "prince" that everyone wanted to take home. However, Xavier showed no concern for the customers. Because he disliked being touched, he typically slept in the treehouse. There were times when you found the cat snarling at others that you had just fed or petted. He would then approach and rub his head on your hand.

At times like that, you could not help but pick up the cat, place him in your lap, and caress that soft belly. Instead of displaying any signs of distress, the cat even purred to indicate how at ease he was. You pondered why none of the other cats dared approach you whenever Xavier was by your side. Then, the café owner congratulated you that he had chosen you as his caretaker, and that you could go through the adoption process right away.

You set up a cozy mattress for the cat next to the bed on the first night you brought Xavier home. Unconcerned, he sprang into the bed, climbed into your cozy cover, and requested to lay next to you. No matter how many times you scooped him up, Xavier still climbed onto the bed. Eventually, you gave in and let him sleep with you on the bed.

After a few days, Xavier got used to his new life with you. Whether it was night or day, he slept a lot, ate a lot and rarely went out. Additionally, he had a keen sense of other animals' smells. For instance, before going home one day, you went to pet the neighbor's cat. Xavier did not even bother coming to the door to greet you anymore but sat huddled in the corner.

“Xavier?” You called, but your cat did not respond.

You purposefully consoled Xavier by placing the bag of newly purchased cat toys on the table and bringing them out one at a time. However, he simply turned away from you and seemed to be sulking a lot while staring out the window.

"I apologize... I promise not to let another cat touch me next time." You said, taking note of Xavier's demeanor. His ears turned in the direction of your voice, albeit he did not move an inch. “Even the dog next door, the squirrel on the way home, the birds…”

You thought Xavier would be angry and ignore you for good, but when you curled up in the blanket and dozed off, you felt the bed sink. Your hand went to the area beside you. Were you dreaming? Because it was not a cat that you touched.

The hand belonged to someone else. That person's warmth was quite familiar, and there was a hint of the cat fragrance you sometimes used for Xavier. You attempted to see closer by opening your heavy eyelids. The muscular, exposed chest of someone stood before you. On occasion, he would even softly rub his cat ears on your cheek and nuzzle down on your neck. He draped his tail over your body. It was an all too familiar dream. Since you had picked up Xavier, it felt as though you were having this same scenario every night.

You started paying more attention to Xavier and suspected that your cat may be a therianthrope. Nevertheless, you lacked any hard proof until one day.

The treehouse set you bought a few days before arrived that day. After some effort, you were able to put most of the components together. The top floor was quite high, so you had to find a ladder and climb up. You put everything together and then turned to face Xavier. His tail was still up in the air, and he was still absorbed in the cardboard boxes in the center of the home.

“Xavier? Do you think the treehouse is good now?"

Xavier turned around and looked up at you. From above, it felt like he was just the size of your palm. So small, so adorable. You climbed down the ladder, but it was so unsteady that you slipped.

“Ouch!”

You felt like you were falling down with the tilting ladder. You might end up on the cat. Yet, Xavier vanished in an instant. Rather, powerful arms seemed to hold you up, embraced you, and you both collapsed upon the unkempt pile of boxes.

"Meow!"

You stared down at the person underneath you while holding your body up with your arms. These perked ears, this tail covering your legs, even those blue eyes that were gazing at you with affection... You were quite familiar with all of these.

Was it the therian you saw every night in your dreams?

"Xavier?

He gave you a worried expression.

“My lady, are you okay?”

“You… You really are… a…”

You were unable to convey how you were feeling at the time—confused, anxious, mixed with a little joy.

“Hmm?” Xavier glanced at you and blinked. “It's me. Your Xavier.”

“But you… you're a cat…”

While surprised, you saw his face getting closer and closer as he sat up and said to you: "I am a cat. I am also human. My lady, which shape of mine do you prefer?"

Zayne - The cat maid

Lately, you had got the impression that the furniture in the home had sprouted legs on its own and everything was more neat than before.

At first, you assumed it was because you were absent-minded or careless. Despite the fact that you did nothing, your house gradually grew cleaner and tidier. Not only that, but there was always warm water in the kettle when you returned home from work.

You suspected the house was haunted, but this ghost was really a considerate one! You had just recently moved to this cold, snowy mountainside town for work. Being busy with work had left you with no time to rearrange your stuff, and you frequently were ill because you were unaccustomed to the weather. Thus you were quite thankful to someone who came to clean up and care for you discreetly. Without a doubt, the landlord never paid you a visit, and the neighbors saw no one else entering or exiting your home. How strange!

"Hey, do you think our house has a… ghost?" You questioned the large gray and black cat, who was proudly patrolling the home. When he saw you, he lifted his tail and let out a "meow".

You recently adopted this Maine Coon cat. With his significant size and lengthy fur, he provided you with warm comfort while you were alone in this strange, frigid region. You encountered the cat outside a café. The owner stated that stray cats frequently came in looking for food, and if they liked a customer, they would most likely accompany them home. At that moment, your Maine Coon was outside. Snow dropped all over his luxurious fur. He continued to stare at you for a long time. After a time, you decided to walk out to greet him and share with him some of your food.

The cat was not seeking for food, just gently rubbed its head against your palm. He even gently bit you, causing you to cry, "Ouch!"

Only then did you realize that the cat's two front limbs were covered with overlapping scars. You did not scold him and softly massaged his head and ears.

“You're also having a hard time finding food, right? Do you want to come home with me?”

The cat's distinctive blue and yellow eyes flickered briefly. He followed you home. Sometimes you questioned if he was just a cat or a therianthrope. He gave you the sense that he was actually a person. However, the cat never turned into a human. Back in the home, he rubbed his soft hairy head on your face.

"Alright," you laughed because it was ticklish. "If you see someone else entering the house while I'm away, definitely don't let them run away again."

The cat purred gently. You had to put the investigation on hold for a while to focus on your work. Still, there was one time when you forgot your documents at home, you returned at noon and discovered someone was inside the house.

You moved carefully into the living room. A massive cat tail stood out straight and swung gently behind the sofa. You realized it was your Maine Coon's tail. You called softly:

"Zayne?"

Two cat ears emerged behind the sofa. But this was not the Zayne cat you knew.

The face stared at you both strange and somewhat familiar. His pupils, which resembled your cat's, widened in astonishment. You were shocked when that person stood up straight since he was so tall. He was attired in your black apron with white ruffled edges, carrying a feather duster in one hand and a pile of old books and newspapers you had thrown haphazardly under the sofa.

The person who helped you clean every day had revealed his face. The only thing was, you could not believe that it was really your cat.

“Z-Zayne?!”

The tail behind him whipped vigorously. You were not unfamiliar with therians living alongside humans, especially in this town. However, this was the first time you had seen your cat being... no longer a cat. You were deeply perplexed.

You suddenly realized that you had been living with a therian for some days without knowing anything. You carelessly cuddled him and let him sleep with you in bed. You felt so embarrassed. As a result, after that, Zayne sat crouched on the floor and listened to you scolding him for not giving you his true identity from the very beginning.

"I'm sorry…" Zayne responded. He looked up to you, who was now sitting on the sofa. One of his hands paused before placing it on your thigh. He pulled his face closer and longed to rub against you, precisely as when he was in cat shape, yet he was also concerned that you would push him away. "I wanted to tell you before, but I didn't know how to say it so you wouldn't be afraid or detest me."’

Why did he assume you would fear or despise him because he was a therian? You examined him intently, seeking for any remaining Maine Coon features. Dust had left a smear on his angular face. Unexpectedly, you put out your hand to wipe it away. Zayne saw your gesture as a sign of peace. He immediately rubbed his face into your palm.

"Eh…" You were about to withdraw your hand, but his adorable expression made you reconsider. You still didn't appreciate being lied to, and you felt taken advantage of during the last few days. You delicately squeezed his cheek before using both hands to play with his face as compensation.

Zayne appeared miserable, yet he patiently let you play with him. Looking down, you noticed his velvety tail wrapped around your leg. After you were done, he spoke up:

“There will be a snowstorm soon. You're not going to kick me out, are you?”

“Hmmm. Let's see.”

You gave a thoughtful pose.. Zayne could not wait any longer before continuing:

“I can clean the house. I can also cook.”

You pondered briefly before pointing to his cat ears. "Can I touch your ears?"

In cat shape, Zayne frequently refused to let you touch his ears. You must take advantage of this opportunity.

Zayne stared at you for a while. He reluctantly leaned closer to you. One of his ears shifted slightly before your eyes.

“If you allow me to stay here then… All right.”

Sylus - The cat's return

One afternoon, you went to a cat café in a small, wild mountainside village. You had recently moved here for work and had no idea where to go because you were unfamiliar with the streets. You had just heard from a neighbor about the café and stray cat shelter, so you decided to check it out.

The cats were originally aloof from you, but after an afternoon, they became closer to you. Many cats allow you to scratch their heads and rub their tummies. Most of the cats here were stray; some were abandoned by their prior owners, while others were frequently injured when fighting wild creatures. Seeing how well you cared for the cats, the owner invited you to return here on a daily basis to play with and care for them. You could even bring one home if you wished to.

That day, you went to the café when the cats were eating dinner. The owner had prepared their meal. You watched them eat to their hearts' content, discreetly checking attendance and selecting which kitty to bring home with you. All of a sudden, in the far corner was a caracal cat whose size stood out among the crowd. He was pushing the other cats away and taking their food.

The little cats started to fuss. You stepped over and retrieved the bowl of food for the cat who was wailing in your arms. The caracal cat glanced at you. His eyes were crimson; the abnormal kind of red. He was growling even. You grasped the tiny cat and moved away from him.

The caracal cat gave you a furious look. You spotted him heading towards the other cats, attempting to get more food. Letting out a sigh, you entered the café to ask for another meal.

When you returned, the caracal cat was there at the entrance. It was as if he knew you were going to bring out more food. You placed the bowl on the porch.

“Here you go. Don't steal other cats' food anymore, okay?”

The caracal cat glanced at you for a time before starting to devour his meal. When he was done, he proudly strolled over to where you were seated to enjoy the cool air with a few other cats on your lap. The cats fled away as soon as they noticed him. You felt sad for him having to face such isolation, but considering how he had just taken the other cats' food, you could sympathize with them.

The caracal cat rubbed against your thigh. You patted his head for a while. He seemed quite nice now, not as intimidating as he did when battling for food. Since then, you constantly brought him an additional meal. Of course, he grew more devoted to you. One day, you questioned the café owner:

"Why doesn't the caracal cat outside have a bowl of his own?"

The owner slowly replied:

“The one that you always feed? He's a wild animal. He doesn't live with us here.”

"Huh?…"

"He always comes to the café to fight other cats for food," the owner went on. "We left him alone since we couldn't drive him away. Other than eating a little too much and scaring other cats here, he doesn't cause any trouble. But he appears to really like you. Have you considered adopting him?"

The café owner's urgent eyes seemed to be begging you to take this scrounger away as soon as possible. All you could do was chuckle. Through the window, the caracal cat's ruby eyes were still watching over you.

The fact that he would truly follow you home was unexpected.

“Hey, go back to your place. You can't stay here.”

You chased the caracal cat away. Yet he kept coming back the next day, and the day after that. He spent the entire night prowling around your house. One time when it was raining cats and dogs, as you considered how lonely he must be spending all night outside, you felt quite sorry for him. You opened the door to find him on the porch, sheltering from the rain, his fur partly wet, and he was licking his wounds.

“Come inside,” you said to the caracal cat. His injuries must have resulted from fighting with wild animals. With the intention of taking him to the veterinarian the next morning, you left him in the living room and went to get some bandages. Yet when you came back, he was gone.

There was a noise in the bedroom so you went to check. You caught a glimpse of a caracal cat's tail inside. you were to find a towering man with ears and a caracal cat tail on your bed, countless wounds covered his body. Panicked, you quickly grabbed the clothes hanger, which was the closest thing you could reach for protection.

“Hey?… Mister?…” You called out, using the clothes hanger to poke at that person's body. His eyes, which were as brilliant crimson as two precious gems, opened slightly.

“A therian?…” You said to yourself in a whisper. If the caracal cat you often feed was a therianthrope, he probably would not harm you. It was very difficult given his current state. After giving it some thought, you choose to help him bandage the wound first.

The caracal cat's eyes were partly closed as he lay still, watching you. After treating his wounds, you said:

“I'll let you stay here for the time being. Once you recover, I will see how you can repay this."

Therian gave a smile. He waggled his tail beside your feet. He replied:

“I owe you this time, my lady.”

“Not just this time. How about the times I fed you? They must be accounted for.”

Your face heated as you remembered that you had previously caressed a therian with affection and that attractive one was now laying there. After gathering the remaining bandages, you headed out. However, he swiftly caught hold of your wrist and pulled you onto the bed.

“Stay here…” He whispered. “Your scent… It's very soothing…”

His breath carried the untamed scent of the forest, enveloping you. Your heart started to skip a beat. "You ask for too much," you replied, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Are you sure you can repay me later?"

“I, Sylus, am not an ungrateful creature,” he said, still holding the irresistible, devilish smile on his lips as he nuzzled into your arms. “How would you like me to repay your kindness, my lady?”

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kilesplaysthings · 4 days ago

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The Purrfect Solution

~ A Yes, Cat Caretaker Fic ~

Summary: I found out from Liam that Caleb hadn't returned to Skyhaven after we spent a few days together. A trip to Meow's Cafe gave me the hilarious answer as to why...

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Caleb x MC fluff. Slight separation anxiety. Slightly suggestive: use of a human-sized collar.

I will be forever salty that Caleb wasn't around for the Yes, Cat Caretaker event. We were deprived! Deprived, I tell you!!

Therefore, I wanted kitty!Caleb, so I wrote kitty!Caleb :3 also, Caleb would be an orange tabby and no one can convince me otherwise

It all happened about a week ago, when I received a call from Liam, Caleb’s adjutant.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Miss Hunter, but you’re the only person I could think of to call.”

“Don’t worry about it, Liam!” I decided not to dwell on the fact that Liam had my number in the first place. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if the Colonel was with you? I don’t want to alarm you, but he hasn’t reported in for duty yet. He was supposed to be back in Skyhaven yesterday, but every time I tried to call him, he didn’t answer.”

I frowned. Caleb had come down from Skyhaven to hang out for a few days. He had left on Sunday as scheduled and I hadn’t heard from him since.

“He’s not with me. He left on Sunday as planned…” Concern began to sprout up within me. “Now that you mention it, he hasn’t called me to let me know he made it back there, either…”

“Like I said, I don’t mean to alarm you. It could be nothing. Perhaps he received a classified mission while coming back here that he needed to handle immediately.”

I told myself not to panic yet. Being the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet was a rigorous job that asked a lot of Caleb. Liam could very well be right, and if he wasn’t suspecting the worst yet, I reassured myself that I shouldn’t either.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll be sure to let you know if I see him. Please let me know if you find anything out.”

“I will, Miss Hunter. I’m sure everything is all right. The Colonel wouldn’t let anything happen to him that was out if his control.”

“All right. Thanks, Liam.”

He hung up the phone and I was left with so many thoughts whirling around in my head. Caleb seemingly hadn’t made it back to Skyhaven. His right-hand man had no idea of his whereabouts, and he hadn’t contacted me, either. It was still too soon to suspect foul play, but my wayward mind couldn’t help imagining various incidents that could have happened to him; like that train accident he’d been on not too long ago, or a Wanderer suddenly attacking him.

I decided to call his friend Gideon on the slight chance that he would know where Caleb was.

“No, I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He’s not in some sort of trouble, is he?!”

The call with Gideon proving fruitless, I called Caleb myself. No answer. My stomach began to churn with anxiety. The last thing I wanted was Caleb going MIA on me. It reminded me too much of that day…

I decided to text him:

“Hey! Are you there?”

“I tried to call you. Text me back!”

“No one’s been able to get a hold of you. You’d better answer me or you’ll be sorry!”

I gripped my phone and paced around my apartment. A couple of minutes passed and still no response. My heart pounding, I was about to rush outside and tear up the Linkon streets to search for him when –

Ring ring

“Caleb!”

“Heyyy Pip-squeak.”

Sure enough, it was Caleb on the phone.

“Don’t ‘hey Pip-squeak’ me! Why didn’t you answer your phone?! I heard you didn’t go back to Skyhaven on Sunday! What gives?”

“Aww, what? Miss me? Or… are you upset I’m still hanging around?”

“No, you dummy! You adjutant just called me saying you haven’t reported in yet! What are you doing? Are you still in Linkon?”

“Oh.” He sighed. “Why’d he have to go and call you?” I heard him mutter.

“What’s going on, Caleb? You’re not hurt or anything...?” I couldn’t hide the growing concern in my voice.

“No!” He quickly replied. “No, I’m fine! Promise! I just--”

Suddenly I heard what sounded like a couple of kitties meowing followed by Caleb trying to shush them. I frowned.

“Caleb… You wouldn’t happen to be at Meow’s Café, would you?”

Silence. From him, at least. I could still hear the cats meowing in the background.

“I’m coming over there,” I told him.

“Pip-squeak, you don’t--”

“I’m already out the door,” I interrupted, snatching up my keys. “Don’t even think about going anywhere.” I warned him.

A resigned chuckle came over the phone.

“Okay, okay.”

I reached Meow’s Café in record time – under fifteen minutes. Strangely enough, the café’s windows were shuttered and a “closed” sign hung on the door.

“I’m here. Can you let me in?” I texted him. He sent me a thumb’s up emoji in response. A moment later, I heard the lock click and the door slowly swung open. When I stepped inside, the café’s OTTO Bot manager whizzed up to me.

“Hello, dear guest! We apologize for the inconvenience, but the café is closed until further notice.”

“Don’t bother with that. She’s with me.”

Caleb’s voice drifted towards me from a back room. When he appeared, all I could do was stare at him.

Caleb looked fine, dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, with nary a cut or bruise to be seen. But one thing blatantly stood out right away; two things, to be exact, and they were sticking up right on top of Caleb’s head nestled in his dark hair. Cat ears. Fuzzy, twitching cat ears which looked to be orange in color. As I stared at him, I caught a subtle movement out of the corner of my eye. Swaying behind him was also a tail, a fuzzy, striped tail that was also orange with cream highlights.

“Uh… Caleb?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of those ears.

“��Sup?” He replied. It was obvious he was trying to be as nonchalant about this unusual predicament as possible.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Ya know, something seems different about you. Can’t quite place it, though. Got any ideas?”

That fuzzy, striped tail swayed behind him.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

I sighed, exasperated. “Oh, come on. So, you mean to tell me those ears and tail are a new fashion statement or something?”

“Well…”

I quickly approached him and reached up to pinch one of those ears. Caleb flinched.

“H-hey! Watch it! They’re sensitive, you know!”

“And they’re very real! What happened?”

Caleb sighed resignedly. “I think this is because of that long match of Kitty Cards we played. Remember? The cats weren’t too happy at how many rounds we did.”

Some of the nearby kitties began to meow loudly, as if they were agreeing with him.

“All right, all right,” Caleb shook his head. “Also, I don’t think they liked how combatively I was playing, either.” He glanced upwards as those furry ears swiveled around on his head.

“Yeah, I remember.” It had been a long couple of matches, and we were both super competitive with each other. “You were ruthless with the assist cards. I think that one orange kitty was pretty fed up with you by the time we were done. So, this is because of the kitties’ evol?” I wondered.

“Guess so. At least, that’s what this OTTO said.” He nodded to the nearby Bot.

“This guest came bursting in here a couple of days ago, demanding we do something about the ears and tail. We tried to explain that they will go away gradually and there was nothing else that could be done.” It told me.

Caleb sighed again and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I don’t have all the time in the world to wait for these to go away, though,” he murmured defeatedly. “And I definitely can’t let the Fleet see me like this.”

“So, what? You were just gonna wait it out here?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

I glared at him. “What about me? You could’ve called me.”

His eyes skittered away from mine. “I didn’t want to make you worry…”

“Too late for that, isn’t it?” I sighed. Then I reached out and touched his arm.

“You remember what I said a couple months ago, the last time you came to see me?”

He blinked and looked back at me. “Hm?”

“You don’t need to act like a stray. Not with me.” I slid my hand down to grasp his.

“Come on. We’ll go back to my place.”

The OTTO Bot manager seemed pleased at this turn of events. “Thank you, Miss Hunter! I’m sure Master Tabby’s problem will go away soon!”

Tabby? So that’s what type of cat Caleb is? I glanced at the tail and noticed the stripes. Yup. Orange tabby seemed pretty accurate.

Caleb had his small duffel bag with him, and we made our way back to my apartment.

“You sure this isn’t a problem, Pip-squeak?” He asked as we walked down the street.

“If it was, I would’ve told you. The only problem I have is how you worried me when no one could contact you. You owe me.” I gave him a look as I pulled up Liam’s number to call him.

“Yeah, you’re right. What do you want me to do?” He asked.

I thought about it as the phone rang. Then I grinned as an idea popped into my head.

“You have to let me touch your ears and tail whenever I want.”

He sighed. “Guess I can’t say no.”

“Nope.”

Liam answered at that moment, and I let him know that I found Caleb. I told him something had occurred to prevent him from going back right away and that I would keep him updated on Caleb’s status. And with that phone call over, we returned to the apartment.

I led him inside. “Guess I’ll be taking care of a big kitty for a few days,” I remarked. I couldn’t help but continue to stare at his furry ears and tail. The long tail was slim, not fluffy like a long-haired cat’s, but it was still cute with its orange and cream stripes. I wanted to feel how soft it was.

“Ha ha.” He plopped down on the couch. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” I went over to sit beside him and watched as his tail slowly moved up and down on the couch.

Caleb noticed my staring at it and smirked. “Wanna touch it?”

My eyes darted from the tail to his face, and back to the tail. “Well…” I sheepishly shrugged.

“Go on. We made a deal, after all. It’s all yours.”

“Thank you!” I couldn’t hide the glee in my voice. Happily, I lifted the tail to feel its soft fur, making sure to be gentle with it. I knew cats’ tails were sensitive. It curled around my hand as I held it which made me smile.

I could hear Caleb huff out a laugh. “You like it, huh?”

“Your fur is very soft,” I told him. I brushed my thumb along the tail, tracing its stripes.

He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head at me, his still-visible human ears turning a slight shade of red.

Noticing his reaction, I grinned. “I’ve taken it quite the cute stray,” I teased, tugging the tail slightly.

“Okay, okay. You’ve had your fun,” he groused out, snatching up my wrist.

That made me laugh and I let go of his tail. “Fine, fine. So, how is it being part cat? Is your hearing better?” I glanced up at those ears that were continuously moving, no doubt catching so many different sounds.

“Yeah actually. So’s my sense of smell. Being a cat’s not awful, I guess, but it seems to be affecting my evol. Can’t use it right now.” He shrugged.

“I bet that’s annoying. I can imagine that would make things hard for you in the Fleet huh? And you can’t even be lazy and make things float to you now!” I joked, nudging him.

He scoffed and leaned towards me, resting his head on top of mine. I smiled up at him.

“Want something to eat? It’s just about supper time.”

Those ears perked and I watched as his tail rose up in the air. “Yeah, sure!”

“All right! What should we have?” I went over to the kitchen to see what I could whip us up to eat. When Caleb followed me, I quickly stepped in front of him and put my hand on his chest, making him stop short.

“What?” He queried.

“I don’t think so, big guy. I’m the one doing the cooking.”

He immediately frowned. “What are you talking about? I’m the one who usually cooks.”

Determined, I placed my hands on my hips.

“You’re part cat right now. And I’m not about to let cat hair get into my food or all over my kitchen!”

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Ridiculous. You really think this is enough fur to make me shed everywhere? Besides, I’m a short-haired cat.”

Caleb could be stubborn, frustratingly so. But so could I. No matter how much I loved his cooking, I wasn’t backing down from this.

“My kitchen, my rules. And don’t even try to give me your Colonel Caleb Look. How about you go decide a movie we could watch while we eat?”

“But Pip-squeak…”

“Go on. Be a good kitty.”

He stared at me for a moment, almost petulantly. I stared right back. After what seemed like an hour of this standoff with him, he sighed and bowed his head, his ears drooping.

“Make fried cod, then. I’m in the mood for fish.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “You got it."

I wasn’t sure what to expect from this new Caleb. I mean, the last thing that I ever imagined would happen was that he’d become part cat, complete with ears, a tail and a cat’s instincts. But this was still Caleb, my best friend and the most important person in my life. I wasn’t anticipating anything too crazy, and cats were such cute, lazy animals most of the time. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Boy, how wrong I was with that thought process.

“Caleb, what are you doing?!” I nearly shrieked as I ran out onto the balcony.

This big, 6’2 bulk of a man was perched on the railing, staring up at the nearby tree that hung over my balcony. He was reaching for the nearest branch, as if he was going to jump up into the tree!

He slowly turned to me and blinked, startled by my yelling.

“…Nothing,” he answered.

“This is nothing?! You don’t even have your evol right now! Don’t tell me you’re trying to jump up there!”

He was about to answer me when we heard chirping noises above us. Nestled in some branches higher up in the tree was a nest of baby birds along with their mother that was feeding them. Caleb watched the nest with gleaming eyes. His tail was thrashing back and forth.

“Caleb! No! Don’t you dare!”

I ran up to the railing and wrapped my arms around his waist. He hesitated at first but ultimately let me pull him down off the railing and back into the apartment. He was still watching the birds as I slammed the balcony door shut. Then, as if waking from a trance, he blinked a couple of times and shook his head.

“Sorry… don’t know what came over me,” he sheepishly muttered. His tail’s swaying was slowing down and his ears flattened on top of his head, ashamedly.

I let out a deep breath. “It’s okay. Just… be careful. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

If mischief had a middle name, it would be Caleb – specifically, Kitty!Caleb. When he wasn’t trying to catch birds from the windows or balcony, he was either following me around as if looking for something to do or nosing around the apartment investigating everything. If something could be dismantled and put back together, he would fiddle with it as his tail swayed back and forth.

“My alarm clock was working just fine, Caleb,” I said when I found him taking the thing apart one afternoon. Pieces of it were scattered around the coffee table as Caleb examined the wiring of the machine.

“Yeah, but I wanna see how it works,” he muttered. “I’ll put it back together, promise.”

I was worried to leave him alone for too long, in case he really did end up breaking something. I would never say Caleb was annoying, but his kitty self was… a lot to handle.

One afternoon, we were sitting – or rather, snuggling together on the couch. Caleb now had this habit of making trouble and then wanting to snuggle, preferably on top of me, just like a big, heavy cat who made it difficult for you to move when he was comfortably resting on you. He would nuzzle his head against my neck while nudging me with his nose; a sign that he wanted pets. When I wouldn’t respond to him, he’d lift his head and stare at me with big, pitiful eyes. It was undeniably cute, and near impossible to resist.

“You’re heavy, you know,” I mildly complained. “I think my legs are gonna fall asleep.” I stroked those felt-like ears and played with his hair.

All he did was hum in response before muttering, “’m comfy.” He then slightly tightened his arms around me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Just like with a big cat on top of you, I felt like there wasn’t much I could do. I tried to focus on the tv show that was playing when I suddenly heard something: a low, rumbling noise coming from below me.

“Wait. Did you just purr?” I blurted out.

He glanced up at me before looking away. “No…?”

“You totally did!” I exclaimed between giggles.

“Ugh, don’t laugh at me,” he complained moodily, even as he nudged my hand that had stopped caressing his head.

“But I can’t help it when you act so cute.”

He rolled his eyes and moved off me to lean back in the couch. It seemed he no longer wanted pets, so I sat back up, massaging my numb thighs. On the coffee table were two glasses, one with water and one empty. As I reached for my glass to take a sip of water, I noticed Caleb was staring at the empty one. With a slight tilt to his head, he slowly reached for it.

It was almost like the world was suddenly set in slow motion. I merely watched as he extended a couple of fingers to push the glass slowly towards the side of the coffee table. Perhaps it was because I didn’t actually think he would do it, but I didn’t make a move to stop him at first even as he pushed the glass further and further. It was only when the glass was teetering off the table’s edge that I realized,

Oh. He’s really gonna do it, huh?

“Caleb…” I uttered his name as a warning.

“Hmm?”

“What are --”

Before I could say anything else, he gave the glass one last push, and it toppled to the floor. Fortunately, there was a rug underneath, so the glass didn’t break. All the while, Caleb stared at the glass as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

“Why’d you do that?” I had to ask.

“I dunno. I just really wanted to see what would happen if it fell.”

All I could do was let out a defeated sigh. He was just one of those cats: rambunctious, always curious and with an immense amount of energy.

“Don’t you do daily training at Skyhaven?” I asked him.

“Yup. First thing every morning,” he responded as he munched on a bag of calamari-flavored chips. Lately he had been craving snacks that were fish flavored.

“Well, I have an idea! I’ve noticed how restless you’ve been. If you need to let off some steam, instead of being cooped up in the apartment all day, why don’t you go out for a run? You could go out while I fix dinner. That way, when you come back, you’ll be ready to eat!”

“Trying to kick me out of the apartment now?” He teased with a smirk.

“Oh, come on!” I scoffed. “You’ve been following me all over the place when you’re not taking things apart! You even sit outside the door when I’m in the bathroom!” I accused.

He laughed. “Fiiine. You do have a point.” He got up and stretched. “A run would do me good. I’ll change into something lighter and head out.”

Once he was changed in a tank top, shorts (with tail still visible), and sneakers, he gave me a wave and left the apartment. I could see him running down the street from my balcony window. It was quiet while he was gone. I couldn’t help the sigh of relief as I prepared our dinner: shrimp scampi. I had a feeling he’d be excited for it when he came back.

Even though he was a troublemaker, I did love having Kitty!Caleb around. I wouldn’t admit it to his face, but his constant presence made me happy and filled me with a sense of security. While he was under the cat evol, he couldn’t leave, either. That realization did admittedly please me and there were moments when we were curled up on the couch together – with me playing with those ears of his – that I found myself wishing the cat evol would stay. That way, he would never leave...

“I’m going for a run! Be back in a few!”

It was the sixth day of Caleb staying over. We had a routine at this point: in the late afternoon, he’d go out for a run while I began making dinner. This daily ritual of his really helped the restlessness he’d begin to feel around this time of day. We knew it was the result of him being part cat now, as cats would get what everyone called the “zoomies.” Caleb’s daily runs were basically him trying to combat that.

“’Kay! Food will be here when you get back!” I said to him before he was out the door.

“You’re picking it up, right? Sushi?”

“Yup!”

“Awesome. Then we should catch up on that series you showed me the other day.”

“It’s a date!”

“Cool. See ya!”

And he was gone. While he was out, I stopped by the nearby sushi place to pick up our order. Caleb insisted he pay for the meal since I had been the one doing all the cooking lately. As such, we splurged, getting several different rolls – all seafood, of course. We were especially excited about the crab meat and fatty tuna.

After I picked up our food, I stopped by a couple other stores before going back home. I timed it so I was out for about an hour – the same amount of time Caleb was usually out on his runs. When I arrived back at the apartment, he was still out, so I began unpacking the food. I set it on some plates for us and grabbed two pairs of chopsticks. I also decided to heat up some leftover rice and miso soup from a previous meal.

The hour was passed, and Caleb still wasn’t home. Another ten minutes went by and still no sign of him.

Maybe he stopped somewhere to grab a drink or something.

After another ten minutes, I decided to text him. No answer. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Don’t freak out. He’s not an actual cat. He’s not lost. I’m sure he’s fine.

Then I remembered he couldn’t use his evol right now. He said it was starting to gradually come back, but slowly. It was basically still unusable at the moment; too weak.

I took more deep breaths and whispered “stay calm” to myself again and again, like a mantra.

He wouldn’t have left Linkon without telling me, right? No way.

I glanced over to the side of the couch. Sure enough, his duffel bag was still where he’d left it. It was slightly open, and I could see some of his clothes peeking out. No, he hadn’t headed back to Skyhaven.

I decided to call him this time. My stomach dropped when I heard the buzzing sound of his phone vibrating. He’d left it sitting on the coffee table. It was now an hour and thirty minutes since Caleb had left, and I had no way of contacting him.

I ran out of the apartment, took the steps instead of the elevator to get downstairs faster, and out the building’s front door. Like an owner who had lost her actual cat, I called out his name. No answer, and the streets were empty and silent. Gripping my phone, I decided to run down a couple blocks in case I spotted him running back home. Meow’s Café was nearby, but even a peek in there proved worthless. The café had opened back up, but Caleb was nowhere to be found.

“Should I contact the police? It would be too much if I made missing posters, right?” I muttered. I slowly walked back home, heart pounding, fighting the tears that sprung in my eyes.

He could be anywhere. What if he’s really hurt this time and he can’t contact me? I bit down on my lip and took a couple shaky breaths.

Back in the apartment, I slowly lowered myself down on the couch, staring at his phone that continued to sit on the table. The sushi still sat on the kitchen island counter untouched. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do.

Am I overreacting? He could be fine, just running late. But he usually doesn’t forget his phone.

It had been almost two hours at this point. I pulled my legs up to my chest and lowered my head until my forehead touched my knees. I kept holding my phone tightly, on the off chance that I received a call about Caleb’s whereabouts.

My head jerked up when I suddenly heard my door’s keypad beeping. Someone was dialing my passcode and only one other person knew what it was.

I could have burst into tears at the sight of Caleb coming through the door. I jumped off the couch and ran up to him. The moment he saw me, he began to speak quickly.

“I’m so sorry I’m late! I even forgot my phone! I was trying to get back as soon as I could but --”

I wasn’t listening to him. I couldn’t. I had been so terrified something had happened to him. That I’d lost him again. As soon as I was in front of him, I pummeled him lightly with my fist.

“Where have you been?! Do you know how worried I’ve been?!”

“I know. I --”

“I was so scared, Caleb! And what are you wearing?!” I suddenly asked, now noticing the change in his wardrobe. He wasn’t in his workout combo of tank top and shorts. He was wearing a chocolate brown three-piece suit with a forest green tie. He even had gloves on.

“You know what? Never mind. Come here.”

I grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the bedroom. He let out a quiet gasp but didn’t protest or try to resist. Once we stepped inside, I pushed him down onto the bed. Standing over him, I glared at him, still reeling from how scared I had been.

He looked up at me with concern and regret in those sunset eyes. “I really scared you, huh? I really am sorry.”

“I should have known better when taking in a stray like you. You know what we caretakers do with naughty cats who wander off?”

The corner of his lifted ever so slightly, as if he was trying not to smile.

“What?”

“It’s just like what you told me.” I grabbed a nearby bag and pulled out a collar – a human-sized one. It looked just like the ones people bought for cats. It had a bell dangling from it, and next to that, a small, black square box. I was told the box was a tracker, with a built-in GPS. A lot of cat collars had the same things, for owners to know where their outside cats were roaming; the perfect solution for making sure their beloved kitty didn’t get lost.

“You said you put a collar with a bell on that injured cat we took in when we were kids. So it wouldn’t run away before it recovered without us knowing. I remember you telling me that. At the time, I didn’t understand. I thought you were being too overprotective. But now…”

I unbuckled the collar. He watched me quietly.

“Now I get it. Now I’ll know wherever you go. You won’t be able to disappear on me again.” I told him.

“Go ahead.” Was his response. He even leaned closer to me.

I blinked and stared at him. He didn’t flinch or move away, just watched me expectantly. Despite my anger, desperation, and everything I’d just said, I hesitated.

“You don’t mind?”

“If this will make you feel better, do it. I don’t mind you keepin’ tabs on me,” he replied.

So, I put the collar around his neck and fastened it. However, I made sure not to make it too tight. Once fastened around him, he ran his fingers along the leather and poked the bell, causing it to jingle.

“If you think about it, you’ve given me two collars now,” he remarked. He pulled out the familiar dog tag necklace from under his shirt. “Guess this means I’m pretty important to you, huh?” He teased with a smirk.

I gave his shoulder a shove. “You’re not allowed to joke about this. I was really scared, you know.”

His smile faltered and he gazed at me seriously. “I know. And again, I really am sorry about that. I swear I was on my way home, when some guy from a butler café stopped me. He thought I was one of the workers slacking off on the job. Guess they were doing a cat butler theme and noticed my ears and tail. Took me forever to convince him that I didn’t work there. Then he gave me this suit as an apology. Thought I’d wear it to surprise you, but…”

I huffed, still not ready to let go of my resentment from him scaring me.

“So, someone tried to take my cat and even tried to bribe him with nice things. Guess I really can’t take my eyes off you, huh?”

He tilted his head playfully, tail raised and swaying from side to side.

“You know no one can take me away from you. Buut, if you’re mad, I can make it up to you, my lady.” His voice dropped an octave lower as he put on the persona of a devoted butler, placing a hand on his chest.

“Let me think…” I took a moment to consider my options as he gazed at me with shining eyes.

“You have to buy me all the snacks I could ever ask for. Including drinks.”

He chuckled. “Don’t I already do that?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You have to text me every morning and night and tell me what you’re up to.”

“That’s not difficult at all. You’re goin’ pretty easy on me.”

“And you’re not allowed to take random gifts from anyone without asking me first.”

He shrugged. “Can do. Not that I’d want anyone else’s gifts anyway. Anything else?”

I paused, not sure what else to demand.

“Aw, c’mon. There’s nothing else? I’m ready and willing to do whatever, you know.”

I admittedly pouted a little. “I dunno. I'm still thinking.”

He grinned. “Well, how about…”

He suddenly took hold of my arm and gently pulled me down onto the bed beside him. I quickly sat back against the headboard, eyes widening as Caleb hovered over me on all fours. His ears were perked, and his tail was raised up, forming what almost looked like a question mark.

“How about all the snuggles with your big cat that you could ever ask for?” He lowered himself down and placed his head in my lap, looking up at me with the sweetest, most adoring expression I had ever seen from him.

“Why would I want that?” I muttered, trying to ignore the heat spreading from my neck to my ears.

“Well, they say cuddling with a cat is soothing, and improves your mood.” He even began to purr. “A cat’s purr even has health benefits.”

I couldn’t help myself. He was being so endearing; I could feel my anger dissipating as I reached down to run my fingers through his hair and over those orange ears. As his eyes slid shut in delight, he took hold of my free hand and nuzzled it, planting kisses and even light nibbles on my fingers.

I felt my heart begin to pound and frowned at the blush I could just feel on my face. “Ugh. Why can’t I stay angry at you, Caleb?” I whined.

He opened his eyes and grinned up at me. “’Cause I’m a cat. Your cat.”

Later on, we decided to finally eat the food we’d bought for dinner, while huddled together on the couch. Caleb insisted on continuing the role as a devoted butler and that it was my turn to have my head resting in his lap. As we watched a drama together, he fed me bites of sushi and rice, making sure not one grain fell onto my face.

“This is a bit much, isn’t it?” I wondered, feeling a bit awkward at this level of pampering.

“Course not. You just sit there and relax, my lady. This cat butler is here for your every need.”

I sighed and reached up to touch that black box on his collar he still wore around his neck.

“And you’re sure you don’t mind the collar?”

He laughed. “I’m your cat right now, right? While I still have the ears and tail, I’m gonna wear it.”

My hand drifted from the collar to his cheek. “I wasn’t really mad, you know. I was just scared that you had disappeared again…”

His smile was tender. “I know. I would have acted the same way if I were you. But I promise, Pip-squeak, I won’t disappear on you ever again. Not as a cat and not when I’m back to normal. Although…”

He set the plate down and picked up my phone that was sitting by his on the coffee table. He held it out to me.

“I still wouldn’t mind if you were tracking me. If you want to keep a GPS on me, just say the word and I’ll program it into your phone.”

I stared at him for a moment before taking my phone. “I’ll think about it,” I said quietly.

He nodded and stroked my hair. “And even after this is all over, and I head back to Skyhaven, all you have to do is call me. I’ll only be a phone call away.”

I looked away. “You can’t always promise that…”

“Yes, I can.” He said firmly. “We found each other again, and I won’t let anything tear us apart.”

He sounded so certain of this conviction that I was prone to believe him. I pressed my face into his torso and wrapped my arms around his waist. We stayed there on the couch in each other’s arms, feeling closer to each other than ever before.

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Twist of Fate; 28

Pairing(s); LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 5,040

Themes; isekai, slow-burn, eventual smut (probably closer to the end), canon divergence

Notes; This'll probably be the last update for a while! At least, on this fic. I have so many I'm working on right now (and have no one to blame but myself) and I only write when I'm in the right headspace for it so that's why these updates are taking so long – if anyone was wondering!

This one is barely edited since my page gets all funky when my chapters get over a certain word count ;-;

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“Sweetie?”

You blink a few times, wincing at the bright contrast of light coming from Meow’s Cafe compared to the dark and dreary interior of the throne room you were just in. Your hands were still placed firmly on the table, ready to get up and go get your order after it was called at the register. Did you even fall asleep this time?

Your brows furrow and you feel your temples throb as a warning of an up-coming migraine. You sit back down with a sigh, shaking your head. “Sylus, can you get our order, please?”

That definitely felt like it would be the last of your dreams. At least, you hoped it was. Or if there were more, you hope you’d at least be able to rest a little bit. You felt as if you hadn’t slept in weeks, so lethargic and weak. Honestly, all you want to do is go home. You don’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone. You just want to crawl under your cool bed covers and sleep for as long as you can.

A cup is suddenly placed in front of you and you take it with a groggy “thank you” aimed at Sylus as you slowly sip on the caffeinated drink. Your eyes drowsily blinking before you have to lightly slap your face to keep yourself awake.

Depression and exhaustion were hitting you like a freight train.

You needed to go home now.

You stand up, drink in hand, and motion for Sylus to follow you. “If I don’t contact you for a few days, I’m probably hibernating, so don’t break down my door.”

A soft chuckle slips from his lips as he lightly shakes his head, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then, you’re back on the motorcycle heading toward the Star-rise Apartment complex.

“Is there any way you can get me to my apartment without anyone seeing me?” You ask, rubbing your eyes after Sylus parked. “I really don’t want to run into…anyone.” As much as you’d love to let Xavier, Zayne, and even Rafayel know you’ve returned…You don’t think you can handle seeing any of them right now.

“Of course. Who do you think you’re talking to, kitten?” The tall white-haired man lifts his hand up and, with a singular finger motion, you both disappear. Then, reappear on your balcony. Reddish black energy swirls around your body before dissipating.

“Are you going to stay with me until I fall asleep?” You tease him with a raised brow after realizing he came up here with you and he has the nerve to chuckle and shoot back, “Who says we’re just sleeping?”

You feel heat creeping up from cheeks and curse under your breath, quickly turning your back to him to open your sliding glass door. He follows you inside as you suddenly hear a loud wail. A heartbreakingly, broken sound as tiny feet thumped against the hardwood floors, running toward you.

“Estelle?” A bit of panic zings through your chest, worried that something might’ve happened to her, but instead, the poor baby runs up to you and leaps at you. Your body stumbles backward as the, rather large, manecoon jumps into your arms, still crying while purring loudly. You feel Sylus’s hand against the small of your back, keeping you from falling to the ground from the cat’s weight.

“Is this…yours, kitten? I can see the resemblance.” Sylus muses, stepping over to look down at the cat before he reaches forward to scratch under her chin. “Cute and a crybaby. Just like you.”

You turn your head to glare at Sylus, hugging Estelle to your chest as you rub your cheek against her soft fur. “Maybe with her around, I can finally get some rest.” “I’m hurt, kitten. Do I mean nothing to you?” Sylus places a hand on his chest with a pained expression on his face and you shake your head with a small laugh, “Alright, alright. You can stay too, but you’d better be gone when I wake up.”

And with that, the three of you get settled in your bed.

The bed was…rather cramped. Granted, it was a big bed. It should be able to fit at least two people, but with a large cat and large man in bed…Well, you get it. With space being so small, you had to rest your head on Sylus’s shoulder with his arm propped under your neck, Estelle situated between you both. You close your eyes and feel Sylus tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight, sweetie. Hopefully you’ll get all the answers you need and more soon.”

(Ding ding ding, who would’ve guessed it. Another dream sequence ;-; I am so sorry at this point, but these are honestly necessary to the plot. I’m losing my mind at this point. I forget where I left off, what’s going on, what’s been said. Xavier’s the only one with a kiss so far and he’s not even my favourite love interest…I’m falling apart guys.)

This time, your dream feels like a dream.

As you look around in complete darkness, you know this one will be different from the rest. Finally, you’ll be able to actually sleep. You’ll finally feel well rested and -

The room you’re in is gloomy. It smells of worn books and flowers. The floors have a fancy marbled pattern, the walls are adorned with weathered dark-blue wallpaper, bookshelves lining each wall with a large open balcony in front of you. Papers are scattered all over the floor, crumpled balls of parchment and yellow pages strewn about. You hear the sound of someone scribbling on paper behind you, mumbling under their breath, and you slowly turn around.

The first thing you see is a large, ornate desk, also covered in papers and books. Sketches of some kind of machine on some papers while others are filled with words.

Then, you pause, noticing who the person behind the desk is.

It’s…you?

You take a cautious step forward, but she doesn’t react. Too busy writing more notes down. You take note of the crown atop her head, the intricate suit she’s donned, and the words that she’s saying.

“It’s me…” She murmurs, staring down at the papers in front of her with shock. “I’m the perfect sacrifice? It was me this whole time!? Then, why did Xavier even - “

After she was left behind by Xavier and the Backtrackers, Y/n decided to do her own research. With no one here to stop her, she could do anything she wanted and that included going through every single file the royal family has to offer. What she found shattered her whole view on reality.

Within the paperwork she discovered was her name. Her name was on a list. The list for the sacrifices that would be used to fuel Philos’ heart and her name was violently circled as if she were the key to everything. The more she looked into it, the more she found.

She didn’t know how the king discovered she could die and be reborn, but the answer was rather simple.

In her previous life, she knew Xavier and many people knew of her. The people of Philos live for a very long time, so those from her previous life were bound to recognize her. People who knew she died. The king took note of how close Xavier was with this specific knight, Y/n, and when he looked more into her…Many people said they knew her previously, but she had died.

At least, that’s what scholars had written in the notes Y/n was now reading. She wasn’t sure how much of it was true or not, but if it was then that would mean she was the one who gave Xavier that star-shaped charm. She was the one who Xavier loved and would give up Philos for. But she was also the one that Xavier had left behind and never came back for.

As months went by, Y/n knew Xavier went to a different timeline with her in it. She didn’t have to see it to know. She knew that was what Operation Backtracker was about. To go grab a Y/n from a different timeline and use her to power Philos. Or to go live with that Y/n.

She knew how much Xavier disliked Philos, so maybe he gave up on this planet entirely and left to go be with another version of her. Y/n wasn’t bitter about it, maybe a bit heartbroken, but if he was happy, then that’s all that mattered to her. So for the next few years, Y/n searched for a different way to save Philos. To save herself and her people, but to no avail.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t find a way that didn’t involve sacrificing herself.

So, instead, she continues Xavier’s research.

She found notes that he had left behind about interdimensional travel that he scrapped to instead research time travel, about how Uluru had ores that could power a portal between dimensions but he couldn’t figure out how to create it.

Today was the day she finally finished her sketch of a portal. She thought of everything she could and wrote it down, making sure to note how the wires would go and where the Uluru ores would go. All she had to do was take it to the engineers and see what they could do but, as she stood up to deliver the papers, a loud noise caught her off guard. The whole castle shakes with a violent tremor, books tumble out from her shelves, paintings fall from the walls. Y/n stumbles and catches herself on her desk before her head whips toward the balcony, spotting smoke billowing in the distance.

Was this Philos’ end?

No.

Her knights come rushing into her room to inform her of the situation.

An unidentified spaceship crash landed on Philosian soil, the first one in over 400-years.

A faint sense of hope ate at Y/n’s heart, wishing that it was Xavier returning to her, but she knew that wouldn’t be the case. Philos has been steadily dying for 15-years now. There’s no way her star would come back to her.

Even so, she still felt anxious as her and her knights made their way toward the smoking craft. Were there even any survivors?

The group approach the ship cautiously before Y/n throws her hand up and stares intensely at the ship. While the ship definitely wasn’t Xavier’s, it definitely had his and Jeremiah’s crafty work all over it. Did Xavier send someone here?

“I’ll approach alone.” Y/n says firmly, even though her Lightseekers do their best to try and dissuade her. She shakes her head and clears her throat, “As you all know, I can protect myself. I’ll take this from here.” But as she took one step closer, the horizontal hatch opens and someone steps out from the ship while coughing and waving a hand in front of their face.

Once the smoke clears, Y/n notices the person is a man. They were rather tall, they had white hair…White, not silver, Y/n, don’t get your hopes up. And when he finally looks up, she notices his eerie red eyes.

The man meets her gaze and his eyes betray him. While his facial expression remains the same, his eyes hold so much emotion ranging from anguish to guilt to surprise.

“Y/n?”

The Queen, who was more caught off guard by how deep his voice was, takes a few minutes before she blinks. How did he know her name? Did Xavier…No, there was another Y/n where Xavier went. That’s the only explanation.

Y/n’s lips press thin and she sighs, waving her hand again, “Clear out. I’ll take him in for questioning. Alone.”

While her knights were clearly concerned and confused, they break away, keeping an eye on the two of them as Y/n aids this man on their trek back to the castle.

Once back in her office, Y/n sits down with the man standing in front of her and she rubs her temples tiredly. “So I assume Xavier sent you?” She bites back the urge to ask how he’s doing. If he’s happy. “It must be important if he didn’t come himself or send Jeremiah.”

“Y/n - The other Y/n died.”

Huh?

Y/n’s brows knit together and she sits up straight in her chair, nails anxiously clacking on her hardwood desk. “She…died?” Well that surely wasn’t good, but even so…what reason did Xavier have to send this man to the future?

“I’m getting ahead of myself.” The man sighs, taking a seat in front of the desk. “The name’s Sylus. I…worked with Y/n, alongside a few other people who really cared about her. Her Aether Core was stolen - well, she gave it away, but nonetheless, she died.”

“Any more details, because, so far, I’m not really understanding why she would’ve given her heart up.” Y/n says, picking up her pen as she taps on her own chest. “I’d assume we both think the same way, so unless this was a really big threat…I doubt we’d go down without a fight.”

Sylus has a far away look in his eyes before he looks away. “Astra’s your God here, right? On Philos?” He tilts his head back as he looks up at the ceiling. “We never figured out why, but he came down from wherever and demanded her Aether Core. He said he would fix it, but then he never gave it back to her. He tricked her. I’m not exactly sure what a God needs an Aether Core for, but he didn’t ask nicely, that’s for sure. He said he’d destroy Linkon and the whole world if she didn’t hand it over.”

Y/n wasn’t exactly sure what Linkon was, but it must’ve been where they were living…but besides that, she couldn’t wrap her head around why Astra would want to destroy the world over an Aether Core. If he wanted one, why didn’t he come get hers? Y/n pauses in her writing and points her pen at him. “There’s more to the story, isn’t there? If Astra wanted an Aether Core, he could’ve came and got mine or got one from any other Y/n in the universe, but he specifically went for her. Explain.”

“I hope you can write fast, swe-” Sylus visibly winces as if it pains him to be unable to use nicknames with her and takes a deep breath. “It’s a long story.”

“Well shorten it then.”

“As you know, Xavier has ties with you twice. There’s this other guy named Zayne, he’s a doctor or whatever. I’m not really sure what’s up with him, but Astra seemed to know him. So we assume he has past ties with you as well. Rafayel talked to us about his experience with you in the past too, and I…” Sylus trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s just say, we’ve all had past or future lives with Y/n in them. That’s the key detail here.”

“I think the key detail is the fact that you’ve all never been present alongside her.” Y/n clicks her pen after scribbling a few sentences down. “That life was the first one where all four of you were present, so that must mean something important to Astra. From what you’ve said, he seemed panicked. As if something that shouldn’t happen, was going to.” Then, she pauses. “Wait.”

The woman stands up, her chair rolling back and hitting the wall behind her as she rushes over to her bookshelves, scanning every single spine for a specific book. Then, she finds it.

“The Tragic Tale of Ehko and Astra,” She reads aloud as she steps back over to her chair. “It’s about twin Gods who ruled over the past and the future. This is the last copy of the book, so not many people know of their story, and no one worships Ehko in Philos.” Then, her gaze dances over to her sketch, the completed artwork of her portal.

“You want to save her, right?” She asks, not looking at Sylus and without waiting for an answer, she adds, “Even if she can’t remember you?”

“Do you even need to ask me that?” The man finally cracks a smile. “If you’re looking for an answer, I’ll tell you. Without a doubt, always.”

“That’s all I needed to know.” Y/n nods her head, knowing that if she can pull this off, she would most definitely cease to exist but…That’s alright. Philos is better off not existing if that means Xavier could be happy. She clears her throat and shakes her head to clear her thoughts, “My theory is that Y/n - that we are a reincarnation of Ehko. In text, it’s said that Astra cursed Ehko and scattered the soul of her lover into four shards.The four of you were present in that life with Y/n, so now I can see why Astra was so panicked... However, I don’t see why you all couldn’t just fight him. I’m sure all five of you could take down a God, especially with my resonance Evol.”

“There was an incident.” Sylus sighs, trying his best to think back on the situation. “I wasn’t around for it, but from what Xavier told me, she got badly injured in an explosion and her Aether Core was irreversibly damaged, so while she could still resonate, it wasn’t as strong as it used to be. The biggest problem was, while she could resonate with everyone else just fine, she couldn’t with me. So, I helped her into an illegal Protocore Auction and we got her another core. It fixed the damage, but her Evol was still…weaker.” The man drums his fingers against the table, almost as if it were a nervous tick.

“So we can’t just go back in time to fix this situation, because it’ll happen no matter what we do. Astra has too much control over this universe.” Y/n takes a deep breath and pushes her sketch toward Sylus. “I made a mock-up of an interdimensional portal. I just need it built and we can do some test trials with it. If we grab a version of me that is outside of this dimension, then the laws of it won’t apply to her. At least, that’s the only theory I have so far. But if we do this, she won’t be the same Y/n.”

Sylus shakes his head. “I think Xavier would agree with me when I say this, but she’ll be the same exact woman every time.” He reaches over to gently pat her hand. “Xavier would’ve been the one here instead of me, but with the world currently ending on Earth, he had to stay behind with the others to do damage control and I’m the only other one who knew how to pilot a ship. He told me to pass on a message. He hopes you’re doing well.”

Y/n’s teeth sink into her bottom lip and she raps her knuckles onto the desk in a fit of anger, trying her best to hold back from saying anything too callous. “I don’t think most would do well in solitude, being forced to wear a crown, and yet here I am.”

The duo worked tirelessly for months on end, countless bouts of trial and error before they realized that this portal wouldn’t work on Philos. The planet was siphoning any bit of energy they put into the portal to fuel the planet’s heart. They’d have to move their testing to somewhere else and Y/n had just the place in mind.

Uluru.

Y/n and Sylus leave Philos, putting one of her trusted knights in charge as the de facto Queen, and go straight for the little planet, and Gods, it was as beautiful as Xavier said it was. The sky was painted in a myriad of pinks and purples, stars speckled across as far as the eye could see like tiny fireflies. Flowers blooming in a large open field, tall trees with unnaturally coloured leaves, and the interdimensional portal sat within the field like a direct contrast to the untouched landscape.

The two stayed in Uluru doing test after test, trial after trial, until they could finally peak into this alternative dimension.

A dimension without Evols, without Wanderers. A world completely mundane. And that’s where they saw it. They saw you with a loving grandma, playing around with an older brother.

They watched as you laughed while a girl named Tara teased you, her older brother (who Sylus claimed was Zayne) shook his head before he hit her with her rolled up report card. As your older brother came home with his purple-haired friend and you begged him to help you with your art homework. As you run into Sylus on your college campus and join his boxing class. And finally, Y/n watched with bated breath and wide eyes as Xavier came into view. The way you both teased each other and played around like old friends, how Jeremiah swung his arms over both your shoulders as he joined in on the fun.

Y/n tears her eyes away from the portal, gently tapping a button to shut it off as she looks up at the sky. A miserable feeling swirls in her gut as she wants to curse up at the sky. How dare it look so lovely while she wanted so badly to curl up in a ball and cry. To lose her strong woman facade that she’s been putting up in front of Sylus for all these months.

“Y/n…”

Y/n holds her hand up and shakes her head, she squeezes her eyes shut trying her best to hold back her unshed tears. “It’s almost…comical how all of our answers were in Uluru, you know? In the past…Xavier - “ Her voice suddenly cracks and she pauses for a brief moment before continuing, “He said we should come here and elope.” She throws her hands up with a shaky breath, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Sweet—” Sylus catches himself before he can finish his term of endearment and clears his throat, “Y/n, we don’t have to do this.”

The woman sits down amongst the flowers and pats the grass next to her. “We’ve come this far. It’s only fair to finish what we started. After seeing that…Perhaps I’ll be happy with Xavier, with all of you, in my next life.”

And with that, they hatch up the final piece to their plan.

Y/n would take everything she learnt from Sylus, about all of their past lives and what happened in his current life, and…send out an email to your dimension as a game designer. She corresponds with a company and eventually the game releases. The names and facial features are tweaked just enough, so you don’t catch on, and they’ve got you.

Hook, line, and sinker.

It’s D-Day.

The day when Sylus’s past will be reset to before he met the Y/n of his time. The day of the explosion that changed her life. He’s obviously worried, he knows he’ll remember everything - including his time here on Philos, but he’s still anxious about this Philosian Y/n. He’s grown quite attached to her.

“Sylus, I have a surpr— Huh? Where are you?” Y/n questions as she steps into her office, giving her room a confused once-over before she spots him on the balcony. “There you are.”

Like with every Y/n, she always finds him at the right time.

“Hmm? You said you had a surprise for me, sweetie?” Sylus turns toward her with a raised brow and Y/n just laughs off the term of endearment, she’s grown used to it. She assumes she’ll miss it – if she lives long enough to. “As a celebration for what we’re about to do…I made you something.” Her arms are behind her back, so Sylus can’t exactly see what she has. But he chuckles and outstretched his hand for her, “Let me see.”

Then, he feels a sudden weight in his palm. It’s a box.

He tilts his head to the side, a teasing tone to his voice as he speaks, “You’re not proposing to me, are you?”

“Mmh…Something like that.” She shrugs, tapping her index finger against the metal box. “I wanted her to remember everything. To remember you, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne…me. Think of it as a gift, for you and for her. Just link your Evol with it and once she resonates with you, the seal on it will release.” Y/n almost seems a bit bashful, as if she were confessing her love while giving this gift. “I can see why I fell for you in every life, so…”

Sylus’s Evol tightly wraps around the box and a click can be heard before his reddish black Evol darts out to grab Y/n’s wrist, tugging her toward him as his arms envelope her into a hug. His chin rests on the crown on her head and he nuzzles his face into her hair. “This isn’t goodbye.” He says, firmly, and Y/n nods. It feels like goodbye since she won’t be with them, but it isn’t goodbye at the same time. She’ll always be with him, with them. It’ll be her, but not her and yet, Y/n has come to terms with this. She’ll cease to exist in this life, but she now knows she’ll be happy in the next and in any life that comes after that.

Now, with the memory box in hand, she sends out her first and final messages to you;

‘Will you enter the game?’

Then, darkness.

It’s like you were watching tv and suddenly the power went out.

You had so many thoughts racing through your mind. You…didn’t isekai here? All of the guys existed where you came from? You could feel your heart pounding, the heavy thump of your pulse filling your ears. You could feel the panic sinking in. These weren’t games and they were, in fact, all real?

You were brought here to fight a literal God. How no one asked if you wanted to leave your cozy, normal life. You were just thrust into this world without a care for if you wanted to do so or not. Thrown into a world where your grandma and step brother were dead immediately, when you were previously laughing with them at the dinner table.

What the fuck —

Why the fuck —

You were absolutely losing your damn mind and all you wanted to do was wake up and —

Then, once again, a bright light fills up your vision, washing away all the darkness that was previously there.

“Ah, sorry about that. I really didn’t mean to freak you out. I forgot our personalities aren’t that similar.” You feel a shiver dance down your spine and you immediately straighten your back in fear as you hear the sound of your own voice. You slowly turn to look at the person behind you, moving gradually in terror that you’d meet your own gaze. But what stood behind you was more like a hologram of yourself rather than being actually you.

“I probably should’ve mentioned it, but I left a piece of myself inside the box as well. Think of it as a way to have at least one person, besides Sylus, to remember me.” Though she appears to be rather confident, it seems like the Queenly version of yourself as anxious and scared even. She didn’t want to be forgotten. She didn’t wish to fade away into nothingness as she waited for her next life, a life where she would forget her previous life and be born anew. “I also wanted to apologize. I used you for my own selfish reasons, but you’re here now and you can’t go back. I…did save your previous memories in this box, but I decided against showing you them. I didn’t want to give you too much grief.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to get mad at her now that she was in front of you. She was just a broken girl. Just as broken as you are. Both grieving over lives you never got to experience. Two halves of the same whole.

“I understand.” You nod your head before you frown, “What’s…going to happen to you now?”

“I uh…I don’t know, actually.” While she laughs, you know she’s terrified. “But you know me, I’ll figure it out!” It takes you a few seconds before you respond, but when you finally do, you ask, “Are you still on Philos?”

The woman pauses, turning her head to look at something before she nods with a pained expression, “Yes. It’s burning down as we speak.”

You jerk your head toward the sky and shoot her a smile, “Go to Uluru. You can make it off Philos in time, right?” “Why would I…You don’t mean?” She leans closer to you with knitted brows, “You can’t be serious.”

“Go to my world.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Those idiots wouldn’t know left from right without me around, so it’s only fair that you take over from here. Go be happy, Y/n. You deserve it.”

“You know telling me that is the same as telling yourself.” It’s a little odd to watch another you smile endearingly at you, but as long as you’re happy, who cares?” “I know. Let's be happy together.”

Even though you know you’ll break down once you wake up, you might as well look strong in front of her since she’s a super smart and strong woman who went from a knight to a queen — and she’s lived for over 200 years. She’s you, but she feels so far from you at the same time.

She leaves you with one last sentence as a form of goodbye with a mischievous look on her face, “Don’t be too shocked when you wake up!”

Huh?

What does she mean by tha —

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bunnylove369 · 3 months ago

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Im starved for more coffeeshop Tim/masky PLEASE id love a fic of gn reader and coffeeshop Tim/Masky nsfw or sfw

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You worked at the local coffee shop, often your days were full of the scent of hot, fresh coffee, and the busy bustling of work. But lately, not many people had been filtering into your little cafe. And that was when he showed up.

As soon as he sat down and you went over to him to take his order, he immediately fell in love with you. Your hair, your eyes, the way you carried yourself, just everything about you was completely intoxicating to him.

It didn’t take long after that that he started following you around (unbeknownst to you) and just taking his sweet time figuring you out. He would leave little hints of his presence, what was the harm of scaring his little darling just a little bit?

His favorite thing to do was to steal your favorite underwear and when you began to panic at wear it was (because you know damn well you left them folded neatly in your underwear drawer) he would leave them in places like your car, or your kitchen counter, etc..

And he would sometimes follow you around with a camera and record you doing your daily activities. One day, when you were taking a shower, you got out to find a wrapped package with a bow that said “open me”. When you opened it you found a tape that said “watch me.” You watched it and to your horror, it was a video of you sleeping in your bed.

You thought that was the last straw, and that’s when you saw him: A very buff man with a mask that was painted with feminine features outside of your door just staring at you. He was wearing a yellowish leather jacket, a flannel, and a pair of baggy jeans. You backed away slowly, hoping he would just take what he needed and leave.

That’s when he ran towards you, his hands reaching out as he grabbed you, you let out a shriek of pure fear, your adrenaline spiking as you hit him in the face with your elbow, trying to get away from him. You ran into your living room as he raced after you.

You came to a sudden dead end, facing the wall that the TV was mounted on as he began to chuckle. “You gave up a nice fight, mouse.” He said, all of the hairs on your body prickling and standing up, as you heard the nickname. Mouse. That’s what the man at the cafe you worked at jokingly called you, because you were small.

“You’re him!” You called out, “You’re the man that’s been watching me ever since I waited in you at the cafe!” The sudden realization spiking your adrenaline further. He must have been the one who recorded you sleeping, who sent the tape to you, who has been stealing your belongings and misplacing them. He is the reason you have no peace.

“So you finally figured it out, huh? Took ya long enough.” He retorted. “But, for now, I’m afraid our little game has come to a short end.” He added as he pulled out what looked like a syringe and ran towards you. You were trying to put up a fight but he was too strong as he bound your wrist with one hand above your head. He plunged the syringe of unknown liquid into your side as your face contorted with pain as you tried your best to flail and cry out. But it was too late. Your eyes began to close, as he gently picked you up and flung you over his shoulder. The last thing you remember was seeing out the window of a strange car before your body gave up to sleepiness.

Part two will be out upon request!! I hope you guys enjoyed!!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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marvelavengerspovs1 · 1 year ago

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Be Mine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Warnings: None, all fluff!

Length: 453

Summary: Bucky is excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you.

A/N: Ok so it's past Valentine's but you all still wanted the fic! It's not written as well as I would like it to be so I will be coming back to this eventually!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

Bucky watches you as you sleep. He would argue that you look angelic, but you would say that you look like a mess. But Bucky is in love with you, he thinks that anything you do is a gift from above.

While you’re still asleep, Bucky carefully gets out of your shared bed and leaves the room. He wants to make sure that you wake up to the best Valentine’s yet. Alpine shoves her body against Bucky’s leg and he leans down to pick her up and pet her.

“Make sure she doesn’t wake up or leave the room Alpine.” He gives her body a pet and a kiss on her head before placing her down and leaving the apartment.

His first stop is the florists. He ordered two dozen of your favorite flowers. He walks into the shop and is greeted by a bell.

“Good morning! Welcome to Bloom’s, are you picking up an order?” The woman behind the counter calls out.

“Yes, it should be under Bucky Barnes.” He says as he moves toward the counter.

“Here you go,” The woman hands him the bouquet. “Must be a very special woman to receive a beautiful bouquet like this.” She smiles at him.

“Well, she is special.” Bucky smiles back at the woman before paying. “Thank you, have a good day.”

“You too, Happy Valentine's Day!”

With the bouquet in hand, Bucky goes to his last stop; Your favorite cafe. He called a week in advance to make sure that they could make your favorite bagel sandwich with a side of potatoes as well as your favorite coffee. He didn't want to leave anything to chance.

After getting your meal, he went back to your shared apartment to find that you were still asleep. Perfect he thought.

He gently closes the bedroom door and starts to decorate. He bought cheesy Valentine’s decor when you were out on a mission 2 days ago. He blew up balloons, hung streamers on the ceiling and door frames, laid out heart shaped dishes, and lit many candles.

Just when Bucky places your food onto the plate, he hears the door open and Alpine’s footsteps follow you. He quickly grabs the bouquet of flowers he bought and stands with one hand behind his back.

“Are you hungry Alpine?” He hears you ask the feline and a meow follows.

You walk into the kitchen and stop when you see the extravagant decor. You gasp and place a hand on your heart.

“Bucky…!” You turn to him with a huge smile.

Bucky smiles back at you and holds out the bouquet for you to hold. Once they’re in your hands, Bucky gives you a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Doll.”

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kivedreams · 1 year ago

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CAN'T GET ENOUGH. knj.

pair. idol namjoon x f. reader.

genre. established relationship, long distance, have never said I love you.

warnings. +18, daddy kink, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, filthy sex, dirty talk, fingering, namjoon is really demanding, lil degradation.

synopsis; you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! or namjoon has 3 free days from the military service and he decides to enjoy them with you.

word count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't write a fic in seven years, I hope this lives to the today's standards. kive

It was already sunset, everything felt quiet and lonely in the apartment, music had become a sad thing to play, so enjoying silence had become your main thing the last 3 months, since he had gone, as a foreigner you didn't fully comprehend the concept behind military service, in your country military had never been a big thing, consequences of being an small country that never seem to need it, so the moment that you realize that Namjoon actually had to enlist for around 2 years made a fissure in your heart, you really could not imagine how life was going to be for you, for both of you during that time, will your relationship be able to fight the distance? you had already been dating for over a year and everything felt like a fairytale, sneaking around, going to cafes in the countryside, hiding in your apartments, the sneaky kisses, grabbing hands under the table, and hiding your relationship from everyone else, because it was safer for both of you, it made things fun and exciting, but of course it was sad too, not being able to go around seoul’s streets holding hands, not being able to share pictures of you together, not being able to kiss him whenever you wanted and denying the obvious from everyone, that you were completely in love with Kim Nam Joon.

You knew that it was going to be the result after accepting that personal assistant job, but it was ok, the pay was amazing, the opportunities were amazing, you were going to be working side by side with someone you have already admired for years, so just keeping a lid in your feelings wasn't going to be a hard sacrifice, but two whole years being behind the smart, handsome, and talented men that namjoon was, proved to be way harder than you thought It'll be, of course you got drunk, of course you forgot with who you were with, and of course it ended up with you, namjoon, the empty hall in your building, and you shouting to the world that your boss was the most beautiful men that you have ever seen and of course that it would be a pleasure to have his children, you would have been honored to do so, and the last thing that you remember is namjoon’s laugh and then falling into the darkness.

Next morning, you woke up in your bed, completely tuck in, with you curls in a bonnet, not a single drop of makeup on and a dreadful headache, you felt so bad that you thought you might puke, water was a must, while you walked down to kitchen in your one bedroom studio apartment, that was perfect for you and your cats, nobody could've expected what your eyes saw.

Kim Nam Joon was sat in your living room reading one of the books that you picked up the last time you were in the bookstore, Kim Ji Young born 1982 by Choi Nam-Joo, the shock was visible in your eyes, you didn't know what to do or what to say, you wanted to just roll back to your room and hide there for the next 5 years, why was Namjoon in your living room reading on your brown chair one of your books and drinking coffee from that pretty pink mug you thrifted a while ago? he did not notice your presence until you cat, Komi walked over to you meowing and demanding to be feeded.

He lowered his gaze from the book to look at your completely shocked face. “Good morning Y/N, I knew you were going to sleep till late. I made coffee and breakfast, do you want some?” he said with a little smirk, that did not mean too much for you at the moment.

You were frozen by the idea of having Namjoon in your house, you've been dropped off with him a thousand times, but he had never come in. Once you realize you've been in complete silence for a minute since he asked, you remembered that you had to respond. “Y-yes, I do” you said with a low but strong voice. “Ok, sit down I'll get it for you” he said while standing up, you couldn't sit down without feeding your cats first, you used it as an excuse to go to the bathroom and see the state that you were, bonnet falling up to the side, your bare face that showed how much you drank last night, you quickly washed up your face and fixed the bonnet because it was going to be impossible to do more than that.

Walking with small steps to the kitchen, you said good morning as soon as you saw Namjoon, he smiled at you and said the same, offering you the same pink cup but full of fresh coffee. “How do you feel? Do you have any headaches? I ordered some hangover medicine for you” he said lifting a white bag with the nearest pharmacy logo printed all over it, you could feel the embarrassment in your whole body, grabbing the bag and looking thru its contents, you took the gold colored bottle that you new was going to get rid of any traces of the effect of alcohol in your system. He put a bowl full of rice next to you, making you realize the side dishes that were in the countertop, and while holding two bowls, one that looked it had kimchi on it and another with salted veggies on it Kim NamJoon said,

“So, you'll be honored to have my children?” in a laughing tone, and you knew it was over.

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That have been a whole year ago and it was still embarrassing for you, but somehow your feelings were not one sided, and thanks to that dumb slip off, you were there now in the apartment that you shared with the man of your dreams, it was lonely without him, but you were stress free and relaxed with your little demons, your cats, exactly what Namjoon wanted. When he suggested that it would be better for you to move in with him, the idea made you nervous but in the good way, moving together was an important step in your relationship. It made clear that Namjoon was taking the relationship as serious as you were, and honestly everything was better and easier.

You heard the door code and it spook you, because only you, Namjoon, the cleaning lady and maybe Jin had it, walking down the hallway to the door you were kind of scared, you knew it wasn't a thread because the security wouldn't let anybody come in, and the moment that the door opened you heart sank in surprised and happiness, there he was dressed in his military gear, carrying a small bag with his left hand, looking at you with those fiery eyes, you could not keep it to yourself so you left the scream out.

“Omg, omg omg! Nam!” you screamed while running close to him, he caught you up dropping his bag to the floor and lifting you closer, making it seem like there wasn't a height difference, and there it was that wood, forest scent that gave you peace, the scent of the man that had ingrained himself in your heart, it made you feel at home, you started kissing his whole face, while loading him with a million questions on the why and the how.

He let out a small laugh, walking with you on top to the entrance.

“They gave us three rest days'' he said, kissing you back, you feel his warm soft lips on top of yours, redirecting the kiss, your body touching the wall, while he slowly lets you on the floor wrapping his big hands around your waist.

“I missed you so much Y/N, in a desperate type of way” kiss “You look so beautiful, I'm so happy to see you” he whispered in your ear, kiss “How have my baby been?” he asked in that low musky voice that drove you crazy, you wrapped your hands around his neck, asking him to lift you to his face, and he did, as always.

“I have been missing you since day one, sleeping on your side of the bed, even though it doesn't smell like you anymore” you replied kissing him back with the same amount of passion and intensity “how are you babe?”

“Right now, I am marvelous, in front of heaven's doors you could say” he looked at you with those intense eyes, and that happy puppy face, letting you on the floor, moving to the bench at the entrance to remove the big black military boots that made him look even taller.

“I genuinely cannot believe that you're here, in front of me” you said sitting next to him.

“I am baby, here in front of you” he replied, kissing your forehead. “ and if it were for me I'll never leave”

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And there you were lying down, cuddling on the sofa, watching a random entertainment show that was on, both of you way to happy after making dinner together. You were trying to get even closer to him, even when your whole body was already on top of him, and he had you wrapped in his arms, it was never enough.

“Are you cold?” he asked, pulling you closer. You moved your body resting your face in his chest “No, I just want to be closer” you replied hugging him, he laughed, you feel the vibration of his body in yours. “It's never enough for you, is it?” he sat down carrying you up.

“You know it is not” you said sitting on top of him kissing his neck. He put his hands on your thighs, you know how much he loves them, you're sure that they are now bigger since you've put on some weight due to stress eating this few months, between being ‘jobless’ and without him, cooking had become your comfort zone; you feel the way he's grabbing you, more aggressively by the minute, you like it, like you always do.

He enjoys your body until you let a small moan slip next to his ears, you feel how his whole body tense up, Namjoon moves his mouth to your neck whispering “ You liked that?” in a deep voice, he was turned on, and you were too.

“Y-yes” you replied in a moan while he slid his hands through the short pajama pants that you should have not been wearing during winter.

His hands started to wander around your waist, pulling the white cardigan out of you, letting wet kisses all around your neck, one of his hands left you waist, grabbing one of your breast he started stroking it, making you let out another moan, he knew where all your bottoms where and he started pressing them on, you'll be lying if you don't admit how horny you have been this months without him, you wanted it so bad, so desperately, you need it. He stopped stroking your breast over the blouse that you had, to rip it from your body.

“I want to fuck you so hard Y/N, you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! ” He said passing his hand through your chest, he let a wet kiss on your neck and moved his mouth to your left breast placing his tongue on your nipple playing with it.

You let a moan out and heard a chuckle coming from his mouth, and then he started sucking on you tit while keeping one of his hands on your neck, there he was, he loved taking control of you, you could feel how his hand was holding you tightly, reminding you who you were from. He loved to know that he owns you, and that you gladly agree.

He freed your neck and started playing with your other tit, your head falling into his neck moaning his name, his thick long cock rising up in his joggers you could feel it brushing in your leg, it was making you lose your mind, Namjoon loved when you please him, and you loved to please him, your hand reached to the border of his pants, touching his hard erection through the fabric, he moaned.

“This is how happy I am to see you” he said standing up with you on top, his voice was deep and his eyes were filled with desire, he sat you down on the edge of the couch removing your shorts and panties together.

“I love how wet you are, tell me how much you want it” he said taking a step back to look at you, dripping wet, shining with sweat “I want to always see you like this, desperately waiting for me to eat you up, tell me Y/N, do you want it? call for it”

“Y-yes, Nam I want it!” you beg through desperate breaths, trying to catch your breath, to breathe at a normal pace.

“Wrong Y/N” he said loud and demanding “What's my name?” he walked up to you, taking both your hands, kneeling you down in front of the couch, resting you face in it, he put his big hand in the center of your back bending you down even more “I’m going to finger you until you remember what's my name, you whore!”

He slapped your cheek making you moan, his hands were moving around your whole body, like if he was tasting you, his right hand moved just to the top of you venus mount, opening you up with his long fingers, Namjoon started to play with your clitoris, making you moan and beg for his dick, but he wasn't going to give it to you, until you give him what he wanted.

“Daddy please!” you moaned, exactly what he wanted to hear.

“That's my baby, tell daddy what you want, and he’ll give it to you” he said in your ears, kissing your neck, his kisses moving down to your back, while he put a finger inside of you. “Is this what you want baby, talk to me” he said putting another finger inside.

“I want-t you inside, inside of me daddy”

“Who am I to deny your wishes” he said in a chuckle “ Stand up for me baby” he demanded so you did, his clothes were already on the floor, and when you stood up, you could see his dick in full bloom, he sat down on the couch making you sat on top of him, your back in his chest, you could feel how the military training had pay its fruits, he took your breasts in his hands, caressing your nipples “Look down honey, look how wet your pussy is, begging to be fucked”

All you could see was his dick touching you. You grabbed it with both hands pumping it up, seeing his shiny tip, desperate for it to be inside of you, the action well received with his moans and hard breathes.

“Damn baby, you never hesitate, c’mon put it inside of you! ” he teased.

You lifted up your body, him helping you with his hands now on your thighs, you used you hands to drive his long shiny cock to your entrance, feeling the tip inside of you, driving it slower, but of course Namjoon would not let you have that, he moved his hands making you whole body fall in his cock, it opening you up, the stretch hitting you up just where you need it, driving you crazy the way that you could feel it completely filling you up. He stayed there for a second waiting on you, making sure that you were ok.

“M-move, please move!” you beg in a whisper, he gave it to you.

Namjoon hugged your body, lifting you while moving himself up and down, you heard him moaning and panting, and that made you even more aroused, he was stretching you up, giving you what you wanted, his dick.

3 months without seeing him and getting his touch, how much you missed him

made you feel insane, but now he was here showing you that he was going insane too without your body close to him, it was joyful having you on top of him.

Namjoon started to touch your clit with two of his fingers, you were so wet for him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest, he could feel how close you were, he wasn't going to last longer either.

And suddenly he pulls out, making you moan in disbelief

“why?!” you screamed

“ I want to see your face when you come for me”

He turned you around, like a rag doll, you forgot how strong Namjoon was, especially when he wanted you in a specific place.

“C’mon sit on it” he said grabbing his dick, you did not hesitate, and sat on it immediately

“D-daddy!”

He kissed you, deeply,his tongue exploring your mouth, he grabbed your ass with both of his hands making the pace even more aggressive, you were about to cum, you felt it, breaking the kiss, feeling the lack of air and the heat in the room. Your moans louder by the second.

“Come for daddy baby, come” he whispered in your ears with his deep voice, and that was it his sucked your nipple while you came making you a mess of moans and deep breaths, orgasm hitted you high, and you could feel him still using your body to get to his own climax.

“I'm coming inside baby” his voice even deeper, and you wanted it.

“Yes daddy, cum inside of me” you moaned for him.

His thick load filling you up, the warmth of his cum heating you up from inside, his moans drive you crazy making you cum again with him, a mix of moans and hard breaths, inhale, exhale, fill the room, you fell on top of him trying to catch your breath.

“That was intense, I am out of words” you whispered hugging him

“Indeed” he said, caressing your lower back. “ I love you Y/N”

He stand up with on top, wearing a shocked expression on your face it was the first time he ever said it, it caught you by surprise, Namjoon trust issues were as clear as the day, so he never fully open up about his feelings, and you let him, you understood that it would take time, for him to be completely open to you, it was ok you were there for him and that was the best way to prove him that he could trust you with his feelings, him saying I love you market a new path in you relationship.

Before you could realize it, you were already in the bathroom Namjoon, pulling out of you letting you slowly on the floor. The mess between your legs demanded to be cleaned, he kissed your shoulder and said “ Want to take a bath?” you nod, still in disbelief of what has happened.

Namjoon prepared the bath for the both of you, using the bath salts that you loved, you were still there standing up in front of the mirror, seeing him move through it, making sure the water was warm enough lighting up the candles, he got close to you hugging you from the back “Lets rinse up first, ok?” you felt the doubt in his voice, the nervousness in his system, you could only nod. He moved you to the shower, tying up your hair in a bun, he knew wetting your hair at this time meant a test, you feel the water going in your skin, the warmth felt good.

“Ok, you're clean baby, come” he said, driving you out of the water to the bath.

You could see the stars through the windows of the bathroom, there you were resting on his chest, hearing his calm breath, feeling his hands on your ways, the bubbles covering your bodies,the burning smell of the candles, and the warmth embracing both of you.

“Nam” you said in a whisper.

“Yes babe” he said, taking your hand.

“I love you too”

You heard him exhale deeply, meaning relief, “I was scared, though I said it too soon” he said, moving your body so you could face him.

“I wasn't expecting it so I got surprised, sorry”

“Nothing to be sorry for babe” he said, giving you a kiss, it was sweet and soft, he was telling you how much he loved you. You broke the kiss.

“Can you say it again? I want to hear it more” you said smiling, your body could not keep the amount of happiness going through your body.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer for a kiss, and there you knew he was going to make love to you again, because it was never enough with you two.

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with love kive <3

#namjoon #smut bts #bts #kim nam joon #jeon jung kook #park jimin #jk #min yoongi #namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #kpop imagines #bts x reader #bts smut #kiv3 #bangtan #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts x you

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nerdsnuff · 1 month ago

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heeeeeey if ur reqs are still open and ure free can i ask for a wolfgang x reader in a cafe dateeee...... 🫶 yeaay thank you sm :]

CATASTROPHIC! — wolfgang akire. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warning (except allergic reactions i guess…)

IT WAS A PLEASURE WRITING THIS!!! <3 hope you got a lot of gifts… heh. i hope this fic is fun and silly for you… you never said i couldn’t add a twist :9 grrr sorry its so short and fast but happy valentines!

meow meow meow meow… was the only noise you can hear in your ears.

“wolfgang… this is—!” you gasp.

“well, what do you think?” wolfgang smiles, reaching his hand out to the view in front.

tables and chairs crowded by cats, people smiling with their drinks and desserts trying to avoid fur getting in their meals. a cat cafe!

“happy valentines, my dear. i know how you’ve always wanted to go to a cat cafe with me, i’m sorry i’ve… always been too busy to go. but we’re here now!” he peers down at your face with a smile. the most you can do is give him a hug, trying to contain your excitement.

“this is the best day ever! hell yes! thank you i love you!” you peck him on the cheek a couple of times, completely ignoring the fact that you’re in public for a moment. he lets out a small fit of giggles, pale skin reddening.

“hahah, you’re welcome! it’s no problem” you pull away from him, a bright smile on your face. “now, let’s enjoy ourselves” he pulls you to the cashier, asking to book the two of you a table.

there’s nothing more purrfect than a day with your boyfriend and a bunch of cats! it’s been about an hour since you came and funny thing… wolfgang keeps… sneezing?

“hey, honey, you okay?” you ask, as a persian cat nuzzles its flat snout on your, tail swooping underneath wolfgangs chin. “you’ve been sneezing for the past hour… and your face is red…” could he be…

“no, no, i’m fine i just— achoo!” he sneezes again upon coming in contact with the cat.

you blink, and you’re sure your suspicions are confirmed. “wolfgang… are you elergic to cats?”

his eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. a hesitant “no…” escapes his lips. his irises are looking at everything but you, which makes you squint.

“wolfgang akire… did you lie about not having a cat allergy this whole time?” you quickly lift the persian off the table, allowing it to run off to someone else. then you look back at your boyfriend with a stern look. “you didn’t have to do that you know! is that why you’re always too ‘busy’ to go here? yet is always so available to go somewhere else?”

he closes his eyes and furrows his eyebrows. “…maybe” opens his eyes to meet your very grumpy face. “look, i just felt bad. i know how much you love the idea of these places, and i love you, i—”

you cut him off by grabbing his arm and pulling him up quickly. once he stood up you give him a peck on the cheek. “you’re lucky i love you too and that we’ve paid for our food. never again are you coming back here. now, we’re going home and dealing with your allergies!” you say stern, not waiting for a response from him. behind you, he simply giggles nervously.

#📼 awesome mix vol. 1 #project eden's garden #project eden's garden x reader #pjeg #pjeg x reader #wolfgang akire #wolfgang akire x reader #no beta read is tjis ok Hashtag SPEEDRUNNING

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musette22 · 2 months ago

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Hi Minnie! I love your blog - you are a ray of sunshine and occasional (frequent?) horniness and it’s DELIGHTFUL. I’m not very far into the fandom, and I’m sure many many others have thought of this, but I love the idea that cats are drawn to Bucky’s arm. Maybe the tiny vibrations of the motors? Maybe the smooth-but-still-textured-so-perfect-for-rubbing-against plates? I can picture Bucky at a cat cafe, arm draped in many purring beasties, face blank but heart full.

Hiiii honey! Thanks so much for your sweet message, I'm so glad you enjoy my blog 💞 I have never been called 'a ray of frequent horniness' before but now I never want to be called anything else 😂

You know what... I'm not sure that I remember any other posts or fics talking specifically about this! But I have no idea why not, because it is a brilliant idea!! I LOVE the thought of cats being drawn to Bucky's arm, both because it's so cute and because Bucky loves cats too, but, perhaps most importantly, because I feels like it would really help a recovering Bucky to accept the arm as a part of him, and as something that isn't inherently violent but is capable of gentleness and good things, too 🥺

So now I'm imagining post-TWS Bucky, still in recovery, struggling to look at his arm in the mirror and scared to touch things with it (especially Steve, no matter how often Steve tells him he loves every part of Bucky, including his metal arm). And then one day, he's hanging out with Natasha, and her cat Liho saunters over him where he's sitting on her couch. Bucky keeps very still; he's a little nervous around animals because he's scared he'll hurt them.

Because of his nerves, the plates in his arm whir and shift, which draws Liho's attention, and then she sidles up close and sniffs his arm, before rubbing her head against it. She keeps doing it for so long that Bucky relaxes a little bit, and then Liho climbs into his lap and meows until Bucky finally, very carefully, curls his arm around her small body. Liho curls up into the crook of his helpbow and starts purring like mad, and Bucky shoots Natasha a bewildered look. But she just smirks and says, "Guess she like your arm".

Bucky still thinks it's a fluke, but then it keeps happening with every cat he meets (and he suddenly meets a lot of them, which he suspects is Natasha's doing). Finally, Bucky has no choice but to accept that cats really do like his metal arm, and that he hasn't hurt a single one of them, even when he fell asleep on the couch with a cat on top of him and startled awake when it suddenly dug it's nails into his chest. And if he's okay handling something as relatively helpless and fragile as a small furry animal, then surely he'll be okay touching Steve with it, too...

Steve, of course, is so happy with this new development that he decides to take a chance and gives Bucky a cat of his very own. Alpine and Bucky instantly adore each other, and from that moment on, Steve frequently finds them lying on the floor together, napping in a ray of late afternoon sunlight, Alpine curled up in the crook of Bucky's left arm 🤍

Love this idea so so much, thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, lovely! 😘

#bucky barnes #stucky #alpine the cat #liho the cat #natasha romanoff #minnie answers

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donustellaron · 1 year ago

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aahauahausagusha i feel like this sucks but ill post it anyways also reader is based off this post cuz i rlly like the idea sooooo.....also they're a hopeless romantic and so is gojo so what do u get when you get two hopeless romantics together? lovey dovey sappy shit<33 anyways enough of my yapping here's the fic.

Yellow lotus flowers symbolizes curiosity, openness, and hospitality.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorceror in the modern era. That much is true, but there are stong people out there, Okkotsu, Maki, Nanami…the list goes on. But they're all Grade 1 sorcerors, Satoru was one of the 4 Special Grade sorcerors. He was sure, but as it turned out there was a 5th one. Satoru would meet him soon.

White tulips symbolize warmth, trust, and fresh starts.

Satoru wasn't at all surprised that the higher ups were calling him, but what did surprise him was the urgency they held, when he arrived at their location and escorted in he realized why. The amount of cursed energy in the room was immense, much much more than Yuta's, but he also noticed something else, the person who had the crazy amount of cursed energy, your features were doll-like but also realistic, like those Disney shows where the main character is shown as "ugly" but when in the right clothes with the right colors they look almost unreal. Now, Satoru himself never had that but he couldn't deny that you were attractive. The hideous voices of the higher ups broke Satoru out of his trance. He reminded himself why he was here, after a good 5 hours in the wretched room he walked out with a new companion by his side. He turned to the shorter man:

"Hey you wanna eat?" "Hell yeah."

Satoru decided it'd be best to walk to a cafe instead of bugging Ijichi who was accompanying Itadori and Megumi on a "field trip" (they're fighting their ass off). The cute guy with him was yapping animatedly motioning with their hands, Satoru felt himself loosen up in his presence, it felt great to be able to talk to someone like this after being around dark and brooding people (excluding Panda and Itadori). He laughed at something you said as you both entered the cafe, it was small and had cats which perfectly catered your interests, a white fur blue eyed cat trotted up to you and meowed, you cooed and bent down to pick him up, his fur was soft and his meows were so cute!! You rubbed the spot behind his ears as he purred. Satoru felt a slight tinge of jealousy, it didn't help that the cat looked like him, "Come on let's go sit," he leads you to a two seat couch, you sit down and place the cat on your lap, you noticed a metal name tag on his collar it read: Takayuki, he nuzzled himself into your lap and meowed. However Satoru tore your attention away by asking for your order, "Oh maybe uhhhh a vanilla frappuccino?" Satoru nodded and asked, "Anything else?" You shook your head and he went back to looking at the menu. Suddenly you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, something was off. You glanced at the door and you knew why, standing there was a man with long black hair and priest robes, you recognized those stitches across his forehead, it was someone you'd met when they were in a different body, you remember the gross liquids that flowed down the body's head when he took off the stitches, the body he took was someone who was close to you, a childhood friend. You only remember him asking you to take care and to remember him for when they met in the future, you turned to Satoru who'd also seen him but there was something in his eyes, a glimmer of recognition. Perhaps it was the body Kenjaku was using? Satoru grabbing your wrist broke you out of your stupor, his grip was a bit tight but you understood why. He rushed you out, scaring Takayuki on your lap, as you ran past Kenjaku you noticed he was staring at you with a cunning smile. You felt the paranoia rise in you as a million thoughts ran through your head at what Kenjaku is doing and why?

Aconites represent solitude and the rejection of others. Giving this flower to someone is said to represent saying Leave me.

sighs this took a beating from my mom to write but what will kenny do!?!?!??!!? only time will tell hehehe

#gojo x male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #✦⭒❀⭒ʚ blossom series ɞ⭒❀⭒✦#male reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year ago

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 25: June III

{{ Chapter 24: May II | Epilogue }} Chapter Directory

I for real feel like I'm grieving! This was my first published and completed fic in a VERY VERY long time and, as frustrating as it was sometimes, I'm so glad that y'all took this journey with me 😭

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, alcohol, reader finally coming to terms with herself ✧ word count ➼ ~5.2k

School was over, but it didn’t mean you were entirely free of responsibilities.

Paradis University hosted a graduate banquet every year, specifically to feature students that excelled academically or contributed to the community.

You didn’t originally want to go. Your grades weren’t the best and you didn’t feel like being surrounded by your classmates that would no doubt boast about their near perfect GPA’s. However, you did start the Honors Society and it had taken off within the past few months, so you felt the need to attend since you participated in an important extracurricular. Sure, you could have just dipped out on it, but it could have been a chance to network if you decided to go down that route.

You couldn’t see it happening in the meantime. You just wanted to focus on your book, but if the opportunity arose to network, you told yourself that you’d take it.

You were dragging Levi to the banquet with you, which was met with surprisingly little resistance. The idea of spending the night wearing a formal outfit and being surrounded by people didn’t sound great to either of you, so you were more than surprised when Levi simply responded with a “sure” when you half-heartedly asked him if he’d be your emotional support throughout the night.

You were currently trying to focus on just the next hour or two to keep your mind off the banquet. The tickets were paid for and the outfits were bought. Even if you really wanted to skip out on it, you had already spent time and money preparing, so to have that go to waste would feel just as bad as forcing yourself to go for the night.

Sighing, you looked down into your bag, double checking that you had picked up both sandwiches that you had ordered. You were dropping off lunch for Levi before planning to hang out in the cafe for the rest of his shift before heading home to get ready for the banquet.

Your head shot up as you saw something orange moving out of the corner of your eye. It was small and barely drew your attention, but you looked off into the distance and your eyes fell on a nearby dumpster. You saw something shuffling around near the corner before disappearing under it.

Any intention for you to shrug and move on disappeared as soon as you heard a meow.

Your eyes widened as you immediately set your bag down on a nearby bench and headed directly towards the dumpster, doing your best to ignore the subtle foul smell coming from the opening. You got onto your hands and knees and knelt down to peek underneath the dumpster, a small gasp coming from your lips when you saw a lone kitten squatting in front of you. The kitten was thin, but didn’t look like it was starving. They were definitely dirty and you could already imagine Levi’s face if he was the one staring at the kitten. Some of its fur was matted and the dirt covered what you assumed would have otherwise been a vibrant orange coat.

It didn’t seem actively afraid of you, so you reached out your hand towards it without fully extending your arm, to offer that you were friendly but to not be too intrusive or scare them off. It made eye contact with you before gradually approaching you, tentatively watching you before deciding that you were a nice human and immediately crawled onto your lap.

Clearly more smitten with the kitten than you were disgusted by the amount of dirt and grime on its coat, you picked them up and brought them over to the bench, suddenly remembering your tuna sandwich. You carefully unwrapped the sandwich as the kitten watched you curiously, smelling the tuna as soon as you exposed the sandwich from its wrapping.

You scooped up some of the tuna with your pinky and extended your hand out to it again and it took all of your willpower to hold back the massive smile building on your face as you watched it happily lick at your finger. All that willpower was immediately thrown out the metaphorical window as soon as you heard it begin to purr.

You felt your heart ache as you stared at it, noticing that it wasn’t wearing a collar. You kept telling yourself that no matter what, you were not going to take it home with you, despite already being unable to part from it. You already knew that Levi was going to question why it took you so long to pick up the sandwiches, yet you couldn’t get yourself to get up and walk away.

You weren’t going to take the cat. You didn’t have the capacity to adopt it. You told yourself you wouldn’t do it.

~~~~~

You ended up taking the cat.

Your hands were full with your bag and the sandwiches, so you settled for placing the kitten in the hood of your jacket. Although he seemed to shuffle around a bit, your hood was large and sturdy enough that there wasn’t a risk of him falling out, even if he was wiggling around.

Once you finally arrived at the cafe, you let out an internal sigh of relief once you saw that there weren’t a lot of people inside. You opened the door to the cafe with your foot since your hands were occupied, making eye contact with your grumpy barista-turned-roommate-turned-boyfriend.

Levi was in the middle of making you your Matcha before looking up and seeing you slowly make your way inside, noticing that you seemed a bit more disheveled compared to usual. That, plus the fact that it took you as long as it did for you to pick up sandwiches from a deli shop two blocks away made him immediately suspect that something was up.

“You get lost again?”

It took you a second to respond and Levi could immediately tell that your attention was directed elsewhere.

“What?”

“Really took you 30 minutes to walk down the street?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yep,” you immediately responded, somewhat avoiding eye contact with him. You were stiff and moving slowly, as if you were afraid of knocking something over.

The more he looked at you, the more suspicious Levi became over what the hell had happened on your little field trip to the deli shop. He watched as you reached into your bag and handed him a sandwich.

He eyed you skeptically as he took the sandwich from you, immediately grimacing upon opening it and smelling the tuna coming from within the loose wrapping.

“I didn’t order tuna,” he commented with a disgusted expression.

“You’re so extra,” you sighed as you rolled your eyes at him, swapping out the sandwich you grabbed for yourself after realizing that you accidentally gave him yours.

Levi grabbed the correct sandwich but then looked up as soon as he began to unwrap it. He had heard a certain noise coming from the back of your hood. Raising an eyebrow, he gave you a skeptical look and noticed that you were purposefully avoiding eye contact with him. If he didn’t know you better, he would’ve assumed that you were just focusing on eating your sandwich, but he knew that was bullshit.

“Did I just hear meowing?”

He saw you pause for a split second, making it glaringly obvious that you were hiding something.

“I don’t know, did you?” you asked innocently while still avoiding eye contact.

You couldn’t see it, but you could essentially feel the glare that Levi was shooting in your direction.

A meow came from the back of your hood again. It must have been the tuna.

Levi’s unamused expression turned into a full frown as you continued to awkwardly look away.

“Show me your hood,” he demanded in a stern tone of voice.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him, trying your best to maintain a neutral expression. “Why?”

His gaze was unwavering, and his expression was unchanging. You could tell that he wasn’t going to back down from his request.

After a few seconds of desperately trying to maintain your mask, you sighed and pulled your hood to the side and grabbed the kitten from within, having it rest on one arm while you used your other hand to poke at your sandwich, offering more tuna to your new furry friend.

“Really?” Levi asked with an exasperated sigh.

“What?” you responded defensively. “I found him underneath the dumpster. I think he’s orphaned.”

You looked up towards Levi and saw an expected look of disgust appear on his face as soon as you mentioned the dumpster. His eyes fell from you down to the cat, noting that its fur looked a little matted, but otherwise didn’t look completely filthy. He watched as it happily licked the tuna off your finger, noticing that it was purring.

“Please don’t say you’re taking it home.”

“Where else am I supposed to put him? Back near the dumpster?” you responded nonchalantly, indicating that you had already made up your mind about adopting the dumpster kitty. “Look how much he loves the tuna.”

Levi had moved on from glaring incessantly at you to having an intense staring contest with the cat, adamant about not allowing it to come home with you. It got harder and harder to keep that frown on his face once he saw you smiling endearingly at the cat.

“Fine ,” he grumbled with a groan, rolling his eyes as he brought his attention back to making your Matcha, “but you’re feeding him something other than tuna from a cheap deli shop.”

You tried to hide the shit-eating grin that was beginning to appear on your face as you finally heard Levi give in to your somewhat impulsive decision to adopt a cat. Seeing that the cat was no longer sniffing at your sandwich, you scooped him up out of your arm and back into your hood.

“He’s going to get our clothes for the banquet all furry,” Levi mentioned as he looked back over at you.

“Well, I guess we’ll buy a lint roller on the way home,” you rationalized, earning a quiet grunt to come from Levi’s lips.

You rolled your eyes.

“Full of problems today, aren’t you?” you grumbled. “Just get me the damned Matcha.”

He looked back up at you with a frown as he hesitated in sliding your Matcha over to you.

You stuck your tongue out at him as you reached for the beverage, your eyes widening once he moved it away from you so you couldn’t reach.

“Only if you quit being a little shit.”

You glared at him and reached across the counter, dodging his efforts to shoo your hand away, smirking once you finally wrestled the cup away from him, although he wasn’t trying very hard to keep it out of your grasp in the first place.

“You’re so annoying,” he scolded.

“And you’re a dick,” you retorted.

“You’re distracting me.”

“And you’re choosing to get distracted.”

He rolled his eyes at your response, but you saw the slightest hint of the corner of his lips tugging up as well as the presence of an amused look in his eyes. He was enjoying your banter, despite his multiple claims regarding how annoying you were being to him at this moment.

Levi eventually walked away to tend to his station since he was still on a shift, but it was next to impossible for him to take his eyes off you for the rest of the shift. You were doing nothing other than sitting at your usual seat as you made your way through your sandwich, occasionally throwing a comment back to your new fur child when you heard him calling from behind you, musing over potential names for him.

“Mr. Whiskers? No? Don’t like that?” you proposed, gauging the cat’s reaction as you muttered off a list of potential names. “What about…Mashed Potato? I think you can look like a scoop of mashed potatoes. Don’t like that either? If you ask Levi, he’d probably just constantly call you a little shit, would you prefer that?”

Levi snorted to himself as he watched the ridiculousness that was the conversation you were having with the small furry creature that was meowing at you in response.

“Marmalade?” you asked, your eyes lighting up when you weren’t met with a meow of protest. “Nice to meet you, Marmalade.”

Levi watched closely as you introduced yourself, saying your name and some random facts about yourself, before pointing at Levi and introducing him as the one Marmalade will have to answer to if he leaves too much fur on the furniture.

You looked up, making eye contact with Levi again, realizing that he was listening in on your conversation.

“Levi might still refer to you as a little shit regardless, so I guess we’ll have that as your backup name.”

~~~~~

You were in a rush to the banquet. You had stopped at a pet store on the way home, buying a comfortable kennel, a litter box, a food and water bowl, and some kibble and canned food, although Levi was mumbling about being unsure if the kibble was good enough for Marmalade, clearly indicating that he was going to take this cat dad thing seriously. After taking Marmalade home, giving him a quick bath so that he wasn’t tracking dirt all over the apartment, and setting everything up for him, you were more than pressed for time.

“Told you he was going to get fur all over our clothes,” Levi grumbled from the driver’s seat as you picked off some stray strands of fur that the lint roller had failed to catch.

The drive to the banquet was relatively quiet, likely due to your nerves regarding having to be around that many people, but Levi’s brows furrowed together as he heard you incessantly squirming around in your seat. His eyes flashed over towards you and he saw that you were fumbling around with a waist-clincher that you were wearing underneath your dress. It looked more than uncomfortable and you kept on adjusting it in an attempt to make it more bearable to wear.

“Tch, just take that damn thing off,” he scolded. “You look fine.”

You paused, holding still without further adjusting it or taking it off, hesitant to fully remove it. You haven’t ever worn a formal dress without it, although you knew that it was due to lingering traces of that facade you had spent the past few months trying to unravel.

Realizing that it wasn’t worth the discomfort, you unbuckled the back of the waist-clincher and tossed it into the backseat, immediately feeling better and like you could finally breathe after taking it off.

Levi was right. It was unnecessary and barely made a difference. Even if it did, you realized that you really didn’t care anymore.

The amount of students that showed up to the banquet wasn’t terrible, but given the fact that most of them brought someone with them, you began to feel cramped fast. Most of the students walked in with their parents, with some that were like you, bringing their significant other instead.

The general expectation was to bring family and Levi was the closest person that you could realistically call family. You had cut your aunt off and had no intention of reconciling with her. You vaguely recalled a phone call two weeks ago from your aunt to chat about ‘future plans’. The question itself was innocent enough, but then she started going on about how writing isn’t an ‘actual job’ and you finally decided you had enough. You remembered snapping at her about how it was none of her business and then hung up. You haven’t responded to her since.

By the time you sat down at the table after finally locating your placecard, you were already beginning to feel overwhelmed from the amount of people cramped into a small conference room.

“This was a mistake,” you grumbled.

“Was it?”

Levi took a seat next to you and adjusted the tie that he had neatly put together about an hour prior when you were in a rush to leave. You watched him closely, paying particular attention to how his dress shirt seemed to fit his shape perfectly, with the color of the tie further accentuating his eyes. His fingers neatly dug into the collar of his shirt to adjust his tie, and you found your mind immediately wandering elsewhere as you became fixated on the dexterity of his fingers.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you immediately ripped your eyes off him and shook your head a bit, sipping on the glass of water in front of you to keep yourself from feeling a certain way that would have made getting through this night even more difficult than it was already going to be.

“Oh, you came.”

You looked up as you saw Petra’s somewhat skeptical expression. Her tone of voice indicated that she legitimately did not think you were going to show up despite the fact that you turned in your RSVP and had a table card.

“Did you expect me not to?” you asked with a frown.

She shrugged as she sat down, hanging her purse off the back of the seat as she got settled.

“You just sounded pretty disinterested when we were chatting about it. That’s all.”

You took a second to recall that conversation that you vaguely remembered. It was a few weeks ago, roughly around the time that you had spent on figuring out how to move forward with properly grieving your parents’ death. This banquet was the last thing on your mind.

“Was distracted,” you eventually remarked. “Sorry.”

Your eyes shot up as you watched some other students sit down at the table with their family members. With everyone taking a seat, the crowd seemed a little less chaotic, so that was a plus, but you’d be expected to maintain one-on-one conversations now, which seemed just as draining.

“Honestly, I probably would have run it differently.”

“Hmm?” you said as you looked towards Petra, her comment pulling you out of your thoughts about how dreadful these next few hours were going to be. You knew she was referring to the Honors Society, since that’s what you were specifically invited to this banquet for. You already knew that she was going to say one of her comments that were genuine and did not come from a place of malignant intent, but always seemed to rub you off wrong.

She began giving examples of some things she would have done differently had she been the one that started it and you felt yourself getting increasingly irritated the more she spoke.

“Like any financial issues could’ve been mitigated through having member dues-”

“Should’ve run it yourself then,” you finally snapped as you scowled at Petra, whose eyes widened at your sudden remark.

You didn’t even notice the upturn of Levi’s lips that appeared as soon as you snapped, no doubt proud that you were finally standing up for yourself. You stood up, grumbling under your breath about how you were going to need a drink if you were going to have to deal with this type of thing all night, and headed straight for the bar.

It was the subpar university catering service, so you were less than impressed with their cocktail options, electing for the first fruity one that you saw. It tasted more like watered down juice than anything else.

You took a sip through the straw, looking over to the side as you saw Levi take a seat next to you.

“She send you to talk me down?” you asked dryly.

“No,” Levi said as he motioned for the bartender to get him a glass of whiskey. “Was too surprised to say much of anything.”

You kept your gaze fixated on your drink, watching the ice spin around as you stirred the liquid with your straw. You had known about how much your friendships were lacking for quite some time now, but you really did question why you kept all your friendships at surface-level. You legitimately couldn’t think of a reason as to why, other than maybe falling under the influence of your shitty ex-boyfriend.

Clenching your jaw, you let out a frustrated breath. You were going to resolve to do better and set boundaries when needed, instead of being the person that tedious tasks got thrown on to. You were going to be seen as a person and not as a means to an end.

You knew it was going to take a while. This part of you had been deeply engrained into you ever since high school. You’d have to fight back against any instincts you’ve developed since then, and then unweave all of the relationships that you had made based on this facade.

It was going to be hard and take a long time, but you knew that it was what you needed to do to continue moving forward.

You had to find out who you really were and how that ultimately changed the relationships around you, taking apart each superficial thread one by one until people began seeing you for who you really were.

~~~~~

Even after you gathered yourself and conversed your way through the dinner and beginning speeches, you got quickly drained again and found yourself back at the bar. You were more than annoyed, with the crowd being a bit more scattered as people began to socialize amongst each other.

You noted that Petra was chatting with the dean, likely doing some sort of elevator pitch to get into medical school, and that Oluo was chatting with Shadis, likely to ask about Shadis’ graduate program. This was essentially what all of the students present were doing: networking.

Now that you were here, you realized that you couldn’t really care for networking. You had no plans. You had no elevator pitch to give, and you were over pretending to be someone you weren’t.

You quietly groaned to yourself as you sipped on your cocktail, having ordered another one from the menu in hopes that it was better than the first one. It wasn’t. You grimaced upon tasting the liquid. It was too bitter and the ratio of alcohol to mixer was off. You’ve had better drinks at fraternity parties than whatever it was that the university catering service decided to deem as quality alcohol.

“Wanna get some air?”

You looked over as you saw Levi approaching you again after he went off to converse with Erwin, who was there to recruit more potential students for his lab. The extra personnel was much needed. Your eyes immediately lit up once you heard the offer.

“Please ,” you responded, although it sounded almost like begging, indicating how desperate you were to get out of that stuffy and noisy room.

Levi led you through the crowd and out one of the side doors that led to a balcony overlooking the downtown area. He shut the doors behind you to dampen some of the noise from within before leaning on the balcony railing next to you. It was much quieter outside. There were a few stragglers, but most of the guests had either gone home or were inside socializing. As far as you were concerned, it was only the two of you here, enjoying the cool night breeze and the beauty of the downtown lights below you, the street lamps illuminating up the street in a way that made you almost want to leave the building entirely just to walk underneath those lights.

You sipped on your drink again—likely just out of instinct since you still held the drink in your hand—and immediately grimaced again, being rudely reminded of how shitty it tasted.

Levi grabbed the glass by the rims and placed another drink in front of you. While yours was clear and flat with an orange slice inside it, the one he just handed you was bubbling from the carbonation and had a pretty mix of red and orange colors leading to the bottom of the glass.

You took a sip, not being all that surprised when it tasted much better than the one you previously had. Whatever he ordered tasted more fruity than it did alcohol, while still providing that slight kick. Realizing that he likely customized the drink instead of directly ordering something from the menu, you eyed him as you sipped on the thin straw.

He knew your flavor profile. It wasn’t that surprising to you. After all, he had been making you your drinks for two years while also living with you. The drinks that he made were clearly very different from the ones served from behind a traditional bar, but he knew your likes and dislikes enough to craft you a cocktail you’d actually enjoy.

Levi sipped on your old drink, underestimating how bad it actually was, immediately scrunching up his nose in disgust upon tasting it.

“Really?” he questioned as he shot you a skeptical look.

“It’s what they had on the menu,” you said quietly, your cheeks slightly heating up in embarrassment.

“And by ‘they’, you mean the shitty university catering.”

It was the graduate department that was hosting the event, so their catering events included alcohol, but it was still university catering, which usually resulted in their menus being written from a more economic standpoint instead of one designed to provide the guests with satisfactory food and drinks.

You shrugged in acknowledgement, having accepted that you probably should have just tried to mix something up yourself. Still, the fact that Levi went out of his way to get you a drink you’d like brought a small smile to your face.

You swirled the drink with the small straw for a while before sipping at it again, looking over towards Levi afterwards. He had turned around to set your old drink down onto the mini-table behind you, and was now headed back towards you.

As he turned to face you, you couldn’t help but notice how his hair moved about in the wind, revealing his undercut, or how his dress shirt had the two top buttons undone, showing off his collarbones. He elected to also undo his tie and have it hang around his neck. His suit jacket was off due to how warm it was inside, and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Your eyes drifted down to his hands and you felt your mind wandering off towards your memories of how his hands felt on you, recalling some of the more intimate things he’s done with them to you.

You found yourself staring straight at him as your face rapidly heated up again as you desperately tried to pull your mind out of the gutter.

“What?” he asked, noticing the fact that you were just staring at him, ripping you out of your daze.

“Hmm?” you responded as you slightly shook your head to reorient yourself. “Nothing, just…”

You trailed off as you awkwardly shuffled from side to side, scratching at the back of your head.

“Just what?”

You took a moment to look directly into his eyes, noticing that they had softened in the past few minutes that he was standing outside with you. Part of you didn’t believe that this was the same person that pissed you off so much two years ago, but you were able to acknowledge that pretty soon after you moved in, he was there for you in a way that you desperately needed, but could never get prior to him.

“Just…thinking about how making me hate you was probably the best thing you could have done for me.”

That was not the answer that Levi was expecting, as evidenced in the way that he blinked at you as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” he asked, bewildered at your response.

You looked down at your drink again as you tried to gather your thoughts into something that would make sense.

“...I remember how pissed I was those first few weeks of living with you,” you began, your voice gradually rising from a quiet whisper as you continued to speak. “Kept on questioning how I was going to survive even another week with you…but I think that it’s because I hated you so much that I was able to be myself around you.”

A gentle breeze blew through the both of you, as if it was trying to carry your words directly to him.

“...because I hated you so much, I was able to form something…real with you.”

His eyes softened again as he looked into your eyes, shifting his stance so that he was facing you more.

“Well, you were pretty easy to hate,” he mumbled nonchalantly, immediately earning himself a gentle shove from you in retaliation, the edges of his lips pulling up into a subtle smirk.

“I’m serious,” he continued after readjusting his positioning after you rudely forced him to move. “I remember dreading coming home because I knew your annoying ass was going to be waiting for me.”

“And I remember grimacing every time I heard the door open because I knew I had to see your cocky face again.”

He scoffed and flicked at your forehead in response to your comment and you swatted his hand away, rubbing at your forehead afterwards as you pouted at him.

You felt your face heating up again once you saw the affectionate look in his eyes as he watched you.

“...just strange…”

“What is?” he asked, slightly tilting his head, never taking his gaze off you.

“...that within the span of two years,” you spoke quietly, “I went from hating you…to loving you.”

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as you realized what exactly you had just said and admitted to—that you loved him. You felt your heart beating through your chest as your entire body heated up in embarrassment—but there was also truth to the sentiment. You really did love him. He had been there for you in ways that no one ever had been before. He pulled you out of the shitshow that you found yourself drowning in and helped push you forward, even if he was being a bit of a dick at times.

You thought back to how sneakily he had snuck up on you, and how devastated you were when you thought you had lost him. Even through all the fighting you had at the beginning and how difficult he was as you tried to sort through your feelings, you’d be willing to go through them every single time if the result was you standing here next to him in this moment.

“...love you too, brat,” he whispered, gently running his fingers down the side of your face, before pulling you into a gentle kiss.

You pressed your lips up against his, smiling into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his undercut, stepping closer to him.

Once you finally pulled away, you looked directly into his eyes, the two of you now being close enough that your lips were just inches apart.

Nothing else mattered to you right now except for him. Being able to hate him, meet him, and fall in love with him made going through undergrad worth it, even if it didn’t feel like it at first. You’d do it over and over again if it led to this conclusion.

You parted your lips to speak, your voice barely audible as you whispered to him.

“Thank you for being my found family.”

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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

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FIVE.

When you finally awaken, you expect to find yourself in your dorm, cozy and warm under your comforter as the cool spring morning air pools through your room.

But when you find yourself curled up in a cage and not at all in your human form, you just about panic. The grogginess of your long-ass sleep fades and your head clears.

’What the hell?’ you think. ‘Where am I?’

The cage is rather large and easy to get around in with a cat toy here and your cat and water there. You’re curled up on a plushy, pink blanket that your paws have no choice but to make biscuits into, one of them wrapped in a bandage.

Suddenly, as soon as you see your injured paw, all of the events from the night before come rushing back: your plans of a nice walk going awry; the rainstorm; injuring your paw; being rescued by an old lady being taken to a cat cafe. You can see that is where you are now. You see one of the employees busy cleaning off the tables in time for tomorrow, the sky outside dark.

You truly must’ve been exhausted yesterday judging from the fact that you slept all throughout the day. You don’t remember waking up at all.

Your injury and exhaustion also explain why you haven’t transformed back into your human form: your body is recovering. Despite this, you still get up from your makeshift bed and begin to scratch at the bars of your cage. You have to get out of here. You have work tomorrow and Nemuri is probably worried sick.

“Hey!” you shout. “Hey, let me out of here! Get me out!”

Your shouts translate to loud, panicked meows that fall onto human ears and catch the attention of the old lady currently carrying out more hard cat food for the kitties.

You notice that her name tag reads “Koa” on it when she gets closer. “Oh, look who’s finally up!” she chuckles. “You’ve been out since last night, little one. Must’ve been exhausted.”

You hit the cage bars again, scratching vigorously at them. Koa must know what you want because she sets the bag down and proceeds to open your cage. “Let’s take you out so you can get a good stretch in.”

This is a bad idea on her part because as soon as she lifts the latch to loosen the door and opens the cage, you’re jumping out of the cage and running for the door.

When you land, you bite back a pained yowl as your injured paw presses into the floor. You’re still hurt, but you push through it, especially when you see two feet outside the cafe door. “Kitty, don’t!” one of the employees yells, but you’re already running to the door on fast legs, seeing your route to freedom.

You’re only an inch away from the outside when you’re suddenly scooped up by some unfamiliar, secure, and strong hands. “Whoa, there,” the stranger says. “Where you think you’re goin’?”

Your ears flatten and point backward as the deep, baritone, smooth-and-sweet-like-honey voice hits your eardrums. You know that voice.

The stranger’s hands position you so you’re curled up against his chest, your tail in between your legs and your head in the crook of his arm. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops at the sight of the handsome face and tired eyes you have no choice but to stare up into. ‘Aizawa?’ you think in shock. ‘Da hell is he doing here?’

Despite your initial shock at seeing him out of the halls of UA, you can’t help but notice how damn good he looks out of his jumpsuit and scarves. His shoulder-length, stark black hair is pulled back into a low bun that accentuates the sharp and rugged features of his face.

The gray sweater he swears outlines the hard lines of his pecs and biceps that you slightly feel curl against your small, furry body. Jeans look oh-so-good on him too. You yearn to see how they cup his supple ass or if they do much to hide the outline of his dick.

And his smell! Your little pink nose twitches in delight at the scent of his cologne mingled with eucalyptus. It is like aromatherapy to you, the mingling scents instantly calming your frazzled state despite the very bad situation you’re in right now.

“Oh, Shouta!” Koa happily shouts, crossing the threshold of the cafe to greet him. “What brings you back here? Did you forget something?”

Aizawa looks down at you, leaving you breathless at the sight of his gleaming eyes. They’re dark gray, so dark they could be black. “Yeah,” he replies bluntly. “This one.” He slightly lifts you up to show you to Koa. Your eyes widen at his words. What the fuck is he talking about?

Koa looks up at him understandably. “Oh,” she realizes, smiling happily. “You wanna adopt her? I thought your apartment doesn’t allow for pets.”

Aizawa looks like he’s already regretting his decision. “It doesn’t,” he sighs, “but I think we can easily hide a cat. Plus, she’d keep Eri company. ...And me.”

‘Eri?’ you wonder. ‘Who’s Eri?’

Perhaps a woman in his life? Does he have a girlfriend? As your mind begins to overthink, you find yourself becoming more and more hopeless. Of course, he’d already have someone in his life as fine as he is.

Koa scoffs in disbelief, looking overjoyed at Aizawa’s decision. “So you took my advice,” she says knowingly. Aizawa adverts his gaze as his cheeks turn pink. He blushes? You didn’t think he was capable of it.

“Well, let me not keep you waiting. You’re gonna have to sign some paperwork and pay out of pocket though.” Aizawa nods as they begin to walk behind the counter to proceed with the adoption process.

All you can do is sit there and silently panic as you’re put into a cardboard carrier against your will. But you know better than to make a fuss since no one will listen to you. Koa is gentle with you as she places you in the carrier while Aizawa finishes paying for you and signing his signature on the pamphlet that was handed to him.

“So what made you want this one?” she asks curiously as she begins to process Aizawa’s payment.

You crouch down low in the carrier, backed up as far as the carrier’s walls will allow you. You can’t help the way you tremble as you look up at Aizawa who peers down into the carrier at you. “I’m not sure,” he answers, sounding genuinely confused. “Guess there was just something about her.”

When his eyes lock with yours, you’re immediately taken back to the night he stared at you with the same astonishment when you were Night Claw.

Would he ever give you those same eyes again if he knew your secret? That you were no more than the ordinary cat girl and counselor he barely spared a glance while at work? The thought makes you curl into yourself, refusing to sniff at Aizawa’s fingers when he wiggles them at you through the carrier’s barred door.

When Koa finally finishes with the payment and paperwork, she passes you over to Aizawa who gingerly takes the carrier as if afraid to harm you. She ducks her head down to look at you, a happy smile on her wrinkled face. “Look at you, little one; only one day here and you’ve already got yourself a home!”

She turns to Aizawa, smirking. “Guess you really are a softie, huh?” Aizawa, once again, blushes as Koa laughs, patting him on the chest.

After giving him a free “first-time cat” care package filled with cat food, toys, shampoo, brushes, and other supplies, Koa tells you to be a good kitty and sends Aizawa on his way. You stay as still as you can as you feel the carrier slightly move with Aizawa as he walks to the cafe door. This is it. This is really happening. He really adopted you thinking you’re just an ordinary cat.

At the sight of the outside world suddenly coming into view through the carrier door, your fight or flight begins to kick in again. “Shouta!” you shout. “Shouta, it’s me! It’s Y/N!” Loud yowls fall from your lips, desperate to make him listen and understand.

Aizawa brings the carrier up to his face, his charcoal eyes staring into yours through the bars. “Damn, you’re a vocal one, aren’t you?” he murmurs to you.

He sticks his index finger through the carrier and you nip at him, crazy with desperation and frustration. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he chuckles softly. You meow at him again, annoyed. “Hush now; I’ve got ya.”

Though you listen to him, you’re not happy about it. You sit in silence, ears flat and tail swishing, as Aizawa places you into the leather seat of his car. The little space is clean and smells like a tropical island with a hint of coconut coming from the air freshener somewhere in the car.

Before Aizawa closes the door on you, he looks down at you again with the adoration only conjured by a man who adores himself some cats.

“You’re comin’ home with me.”

*********

Aizawa finally makes it back to his dorm with you as his new guest in tow.

You haven’t stopped yowling or wiggling around in your carrier since he got you.

You put up a fuss in the car, so much so that Aizawa had to crank up the volume of his music to tune you out. During the ride, you tried to think of any way to escape, but the cardboard only allowed you so much to work with. You couldn’t bite or claw your way out, but maybe there was a way you could escape when you finally got into Aizawa’s home.

You keep your plan in mind when Aizawa brings you into his very clean and very quiet dorm. From what you can see through the slits of the carrier door, you’re in his living room. You’re able to make out hardwood floors, gray furniture, and the island of a kitchen off on the right.

He places the carrier down on the floor and bends down to assist in freeing you. “Here you are,” he coos, unzipping the carrier. “Come on out. I won’t hurt you.”

As if you prove that he won’t harm you, he stands and moves away from the carrier, allowing you the time and space to come to your own decision. Slowly and hesitantly, you rise from the carrier and slip out of the carrier, your paws feeling out the unfamiliar hardwood floors beneath you.

His dorm is very homely and pretty, surprisingly. Two sofas, a chair, and a glass coffee table sit in front of a flat screen where you can also see a stereo and an Xbox where a stack of video games sit: Mario Kart; The Last of Us; Call of Duty. You had no idea Aizawa was a gamer guy.

You can see two other doors–one on your left and one on your right near the kitchen–that must be bedrooms. Your nose twitches with the scent of lemon pledge, as if Aizawa just got done cleaning, and lavender drifting through the air. Along the walls sit different framed photos, some of them being of Mic and Nemuri while others are of Aizawa’s high school days. He looks so different without his facial hair or that tired look in his eyes.

In one of the pictures, you notice someone unfamiliar: a little girl with her off-white hair pinned back by red bows and dressed in the cutest dress while a very tired-looking Aizawa stands next to her as she sits on the lap of a mall Santa. She is beaming at the camera, utter joy and excitement on her face.

‘Who is that?’ you wonder.

“Eri, come here!” Aizawa suddenly hollers, making you flinch slightly. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

The door beside the kitchen opens, revealing the same little girl you saw in the photo in footie pajamas and her hair pulled up into a long ponytail. “What is it, Daddy?” As soon as she gets a look at the tiny black cat in front of her, her eyes go wide. “A kitty!” She shouts, jumping out and down.

Your ears flatten at the sheerness of her voice. “Shhh!” Aizawa shushes Eri, looking panicked. “You gotta keep quiet about her, okay? We can’t let anyone know we have a cat in here since it’s against the rules.”

Eri frantically nods, so fast that her ponytail bobs. Aizawa nods, happy with her commitment. “Good; now let’s feed her. I’m sure she’s hungry.”

Eri giggles as she crouches down to gently pet you, her fingers caressing your head. You can’t even quite grasp what’s happening as you realize what the girl called Aizawa.

‘Daddy?’ you think in utter confusion. Aizawa has a daughter? Does she have a mother? She has to! It’s the only logical explanation as to why she’s here. This means it’s true: Aizawa does have a woman in his life.

You can’t help the disappointment that roils in your stomach as Eri continues to pet you. Then you just feel stupid. You had no chance with the guy, to begin with. One, he barely talks to you and two, after tonight, there’s no way you’d be able to shoot your shot. Add on the fact that he has a kid and it’d be a recipe for disaster.

‘It’s probably for the best,’ you think despite the utter emptiness you feel in your core.

“Oooh, she’s so cute, Daddy!” Eri giggles as she begins to scratch the underside of your neck. You find yourself purring at the feeling. “What should we name her?”

Aizawa stands in the kitchen with the cat package Koa gave him, digging through it to find your food bowls. “Guess that one is to you, puddin’. But let’s think about it after we set up her stuff, okay?”

Eri giggles happily as she skips into the kitchen to assist in helping her dad with your supplies. As they busy themselves with setting up your food and litter box, begin to go through the mental turmoil of planning your escape. ‘I’ve gotta get out of here,’ you think. ‘But how?’

You turn to the locked door. With them distracted, you begin to totter towards the door on quick legs, trying in vain to make an escape. As you expected, Aizawa follows you to the door. “Why you keep runnin’ to the door?” he asks, staring down at you curiously.

You stop to stare up at him and paw at the door, meowing in want at him. “You must like the outside, hm?” he asks, crouching down to meet you at your height. “Don’t worry; you’ll get a chance to get back out once we set you up. Now let’s get you fed.” You let him scoop you back up into his arms, the soft texture of his sweater feeling good against your fur and whiskers.

After they feed you some tuna fish and a bowl of water, you decide to let the night go on without trying to escape, but analyzing every single space in Aizawa’s dorm as you do.

As you play with Eri who joyfully throws a ball at you and claps when you bring it back to her, you notice the two windows settled behind the couch facing the door. While they make great escape routes, they’re only cracked an inch and you’re sure Aizawa wouldn’t open them anymore.

You figure after failing to find your escape routes that you might as well act as the perfect new addition to the duo’s little home. You meow for treats when expected to; paw at loose threads and locks of Eri’s gorgeous, stark white hair; purr when Eri’s fingers scratch at your ears or chin.

The little girl is having a ball, giggling in joy at everything you do. It is joy only accomplished through an innocent child and you already feel yourself growing attached to her.

Aizawa doesn’t pay too much attention to you while Eri is up, only glancing at you from the TV now and again to give his daughter an adoring smile as she plays with her new pet.

Though you feel slightly successful and prideful at their happiness and knowing you’re the cause of it, you also know it cannot last forever. You know that if you can’t escape tonight, you’ll definitely have to do it tomorrow as soon as possible. There’s no telling when you’ll transform back into your human form again and you don't even want to imagine what will happen if that occurs.

When the late-night finally falls, you feel that an escape tonight is definitely not possible. At this point, Aizawa is done cleaning up the kitchen and Eri has gone off to sleep with her door cracked so you can fit inside.

However, as you begin to tiptoe to her bedroom door, you are stopped by a sound that seems to be universal with all cats, hybrid or not: “Spss, spss.”

Your ears twitch at the sound and you turn, finding Aizawa sitting on the couch near the window that is now a futon. He��s now dressed in his sweats and a black tank, his muscular arms begging to be touched. A blanket is bunched up beside him, serving as a cover for his makeshift bed.

You briefly wonder why he’s sleeping out here when he has a bedroom, but you suppose it’s for Eri’s protection. You’re not a pro or a parent, so you don’t really know. But you find yourself wanting to.

Aizawa sits up on the futon, his muscular thighs spread over the edge. His grey eyes clink in the moonlight shining through the cherry blossom trees outside the window behind him, the silver light illuminating his face.

“Spss, spss,” he coos, wiggling his fingers lazily at you. “Here, kitty, kitty.” His voice is hushed to not wake Eri, but it still sounds as sweet as honey that drips over you and coats you in its sugary, sticky sweetness. “Come here,” he coos.

Like a puppet on strings, you find yourself being beckoned forward by his sensual voice and fingers coaxing you closer. Fortunately, your sense of logic kicks in and you stop immediately, staring at him in the darkness of his dorm.

“What, you don’t like me?” he chuckles, smirking down at you. “I’m not as big and scary as I look.”

He tries again to beckon you forward, curling his index finger in a “come hither” motion. Your heart accelerates in your chest and your body yearns to be close to his, but you stop yourself every single time the need comes.

You feel ashamed of yourself. You barely know the man! Cat or not, none of this is appropriate or something you could ever live down or forget about. Quickly, you turn around to find another place to wait out the night, but you’re stopped when Aizawa suddenly scoops you up.

He chuckles at your squeak of surprise as he takes you over to the futon and sits down with you. He places you gently on his lap and proceeds to gently stroke your back. “There you go,” he chuckles softly in the quiet of the dorm. “Nice, right?”

His fingers move to stroke your tail, the rough pads of his calloused hand feeling all too good stimulating your fur. “Oh, you like that?” he murmurs. “I bet that feels good.”

Your eyes flutter closed and you begin to purr despite your situation: sitting on your crush’s lap in his crib as a damn cat. ‘So good,’ your purrs tell him. ‘So, so good.’ Between his relaxing scent and the gentleness of his touch, you just about melt from it all.

“Guess Koa’s advice did work,” he murmurs to you, continuing to stroke your fur. He transitions to your ears, gently scratching behind them. “You know, she told me to adopt a cat in order to feel less lonely in here. That’s a kicker, ain’t it? I’ve got a wonderful kid like Eri and yet I still feel so alone.”

Though you still purr, you’re devastated at his confession. You feel slightly ashamed that such a profound and intimate thing is falling on your ears. It isn’t meant to. But then again, you’re just a cat… right?

“It ain’t all the time,” Aizawa continues, still scratching atop your ears, “but at night when it’s just me, I start to feel it: that nagging loneliness. That want to be with someone. Mic gave me some advice to just start dating again, but who’d want some damaged good like me?”

He chuckles to himself at this, but it’s not funny. None of it is.

‘You’re not damaged goods,’ you think, hurt by his statement. How could he–someone so intelligent, wise, and handsome–think of himself in such a way? You stare up at him, watching the moon reflect against those pools of grey you want to swim through.

“It’s such a tragedy, isn’t it, kitty?” he asks you, not expecting a response. “I’m thirty-one, but I’m not gettin’ any younger. Soon, I’ll be sixty-one and alone while everyone around me is probably happy and married.” He sighs tiredly, moving to lie on his back on the futon. “It’s just so hard to open myself up sometimes. I’m afraid no one would like what they see in me.”

You stare down at the exhausted, lonely, handsome man underneath you, wishing you could help him understand that you feel for him. That you understand his dilemma more than anything.

You get the feeling that he doesn’t share these thoughts with just anyone and you vow to yourself to never ever mention them after tonight. You press a paw to his beating heart and chest that falls and rises as you sit upon it, legs tucked underneath you.

“I told you it’s tragic,” Aizawa dryly chuckles at you. “I try to tell Mic it isn’t enough to just meet someone, especially since I already have feelings for someone.”

His eyes stare off up at the ceiling as he absentmindedly strokes your head. “She doesn’t even know what she does to me,” he sighs wistfully. “I hope she’s okay.”

Your ears flatten and your eyes widen suddenly, the new information processing in your head. And then comes the onslaught of utter disappointment that falls over you like an avalanche.

‘Stop it,’ you chide yourself. ‘You knew damn well it’d never work. You never had a chance, to begin with.’ You feel tears begin to prick at your eyes, but you hide them behind a false yawn, your sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Aizawa’s grey eyes trail back down to yours and he smiles at you. “Tired, kitty?” he chuckles.

He places a hand on your back, his hand so big that it covers your entire body. “C’mon, just rest here with me. You’re safe.” Unable to fend off the effects of your relaxed state, your eyes flutter closed and your purring begins to vanish as sleep slowly overtakes you.

“That’s it,” Aizawa coos. “Good girl.”

The last thing you feel is that little flip of your stomach at being called a good girl and the warmth that curls within your body when Aizawa whispers a soft murmur of, “Goodnight.”

Then sleep comes.

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