#wet kitty inside a box under the rain...

[kairiscorner]

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no but like, he would be a cat person.

can we keep it? — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: you met the love of your life in an alternate universe, and when you laid eyes on it for the first time, you knew it was true love. though miggy was the only hurdle to your love with it, but of course, as is with all things, he lets you have your way and love it wholeheartedly. and maybe, just maybe... he comes to love it with you, too. word count: 772 a/n: i am so fucking terrified of cats BUT THESE KITTENS ARE CUTE, i might never hold one though willingly........... sadly..............

your eyes were big, bright, and hopeful. you wanted to express your absolute need to have it, to bring it home, to love and pamper it with all your heart and never let it fend for itself in the rain anymore, but of course— "no." he answered in a monotonous voice as he scrolled on the screen of his watch, setting coordinates back to HQ. you held the poor, wet kitten in your hands, bringing it closer to you. you had only known this kitten for 2 minutes, but you felt like those minutes were 2 lifetimes already. "please mig! c'mon, spider cat hates me, this kitty's in love with me, and i love it, too!" you pleaded as miguel opened up a portal back to earth-928 and stepped forward to enter it; however, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him back out. he sighed and glared at you, barely turning his head around. "do i need to remind you i don't necessarily give a damn if a cat likes you or not?" he asked you sarcastically.

"well, no, but... just look at it! look!" you cried out as you let go of his hand and cupped the kitten with both of your hands. miguel refused to let this tomfoolery play out any longer, so to get you to shut up, he reluctantly turned around and faced the feline. though to his surprise... the kitten's eyes were as big and sweet as you described them. they seemed to be in a constant pleading state, pleading miguel to let it come with you both. "miggy, oh, please! let me come home with you..." you said in a high-pitched voice as you moved the kitten around, imitating it.

"i'll be a good kitty and stay out of trouble! i'll poo in the right litter box, i'll be loved to bits by my new best friend who's much cooler than you, but that's besides the point!" you said as you acted like the kitten, with the kitten poking its tongue out as you shook it around while imitating it. miguel sighed as he waved his hand dismissively and turned around. "...you promise to take care of it?" "yes." "take responsibility for it?" "yes." "use your own money to feed it, give it water, proper housing, its shots, checkups, medicines, and such?" "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes." "then fine. just keep it out of trouble, do not bring that furball near me, and shut up on the way back." miguel said as he stepped inside the portal, with you giggling and cheering as you finally had a kitty friend with you.

by the time you returned to HQ, you showed everyone your new best friend, your kitten! everyone was fawning over it, albeit spider cat couldn't care less, your kitten stole everyone's love and hearts. even lyla had ranted to miguel that he should have made her a life-sized vessel for her to be able to pet it, but miguel merely grumbled at her complaint. "it's just a cat." he said as lyla raised her eyebrow at him. "yeah, a cat that stole not only everyone's hearts... but theirs, too. they did find that cat first, so guess you lost to a cat of all creatures." lyla quipped as miguel felt embarrassed about, well... losing your attention and love to a cat.

not that he was gonna admit yet, of course; you were happy with the cat, who was he to hinder you from being happy? though he kinda wished that— "i wish i was that cat." miguel whispered under his breath as lyla leaned in closer. "what?" she asked, but miguel turned away with a sigh. "nothing." he said as he turned away from his desk and hopped down from his platform to leave his office. he got to the doors, when suddenly— "i wish i was that cat," those six words made miguel halt in his tracks as he heard his own hushed voice reverberate throughout HQ. miguel felt his face grow hot and his eyes widen as the door opened and... you were there, with the kitten in your arms.

"uh, hi mig." you said awkwardly with a nervous smile as miguel got super flustered now, knowing you heard that announcement loud and clear. "and for the record, yes, he means that cat." lyla clarified as she logged off before miguel could tear her displayed image apart. well, he has some explaining to do... never though you'd live to see the day miguel o'hara of all people would be jealous of your cat, but that's a story for another time.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ophanimgold @arachnoia @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @jrrantss

[doki-doki-imagines]

author notes: something quick born from a chat with @mcdonaldsnumberone, I hope our chats will never come out LMAO. This idea come from an old gintama post I made years ago, but I love the idea.

tw: suggestive content but nothing happens

Michael Kaiser – Yellow Persian cat

-Michael doesn’t know how he found himself in this situation, he only knew that he finished training, showered and started to walk towards your house, happy to finally be able to see you after so long afar from each other.

-All of sudden everyone was taller than a building and- Was this fur?? Imagine his surprise when looking at himself on a shop mirror he saw a cat.

-“Incredible, I look good even as a cat”

-Sun was going to leave soon his place to the moon and kitty Kaiser decided to place himself in an empty card box left on the main street, then a drop, and then another one.

“Don’t tell me it’s starting to rain-“ A loud thunder, his pointy ears turn downward “Fuck” People starts to run left and right, nobody had pity on the poor pathetic left in a wet card box meow meow at their feet.

“Oh! Poor kitty come here.” An angelic voice that Michael can recognize between a million of others; yours.

-That’s how he found himself in your house, clean and dry, looking at you trying to cook for the both of you.

-“You know this is Michael's favorite food, he is my boyfriend, by the way, I suppose you’ll meet him soon.” You put both your food on the table, finally sitting down. The melancholic undertone isn’t missed by your boyfriend that starts to rub his face toward yours.

“You are so nice, meanwhile he is the bane of my existence-” The yellow cat stop his action, if you listened closely you could hear a huff coming out his little mouth “but I miss him so much, God.” You put your face in your hands, fork still inside the plate and a loud sniff escapes your mouth.

“I still didn’t hear him today, maybe he got caught in between his fangirls, who knows.” You let out a fake giggle, the one Michael is used to hearing when you want to break off tension.

But nothing right now could pull together his broken heart.

“I know he isn’t that dumb-“ and Michael can’t stop weighting “that” “but I get worried you know? Even more when you are afar for this long” you fill a bowl with water that you position right after the plate filled with food for the kitty “Ahh! I’m so dumb! Me and my insecurities, fuck me!” Kitty Michael can only look at you with wide eyes, his tongue poking out licking slowly some water from the bowl.

-Soon going through this sad parenthesis kitty Kaiser didn’t mind his life as a cat after all, not only he found new topics that you absolutely need to discuss when he’d go back to normal, but he could enter the bathroom when you are showering!

“What are you doing here? Are you curious? Or you are just a pervert kitty?” You let out a giggle, a real one this time, and Michael felt like melting and becoming one with the floor of your bathroom.

You, all wet and happy.

He is a pervert in the soul.

-Plus the biscuit making, ohhh the feeling of your chest and ass, your soft tummy under his paws, and not a single slap behind his neck.

-And your heart thrumming the perfect lullaby to make him fall asleep.

-“M-MICHAEL?” What a terrible way to be woken up.

“Why are you screaming so early in the mor-“

“Then why are you naked!?” Seems like the curse was temporary after all.

“Well, well, the bane of our existence is here to teach you something.”

“Mh?” You widen your eyes, his strong arms at either side of your head lifting him on top of you in all his naked glory.

“This guy here has eyes only for you.” It’s a quick kiss, one that follows many deeper ones “I missed you too liebe.” You don’t have to reply back with sass, you just hold him closer to you.

-You’ll have time later to tease him about his tail swinging left and right like a happy pup; seems like the curse didn’t totally wear off…

Kenyu Yukimiya – Salt&pepper giant Schnauzer

-Look, it’s still hard to understand what is going on, but for sure waking up with Otoya at your doorstep with a giant dog wasn’t something you were expecting.

-“Take him just for today, I think you’d get along, plus I’ve seen today it’s your free day so you have no excuses” He talks as fast as possible, some words lost but one thing is sure; you had to take care of this big boy.

-You look at him, he looks at you, up and down, like he is judging your pajamas (that you honestly find wonderful) and you both let out a sigh; seems like you are on the same wavelength.

-Honestly, you thought having to deal with such a big dog would have been a mess, but he is so well behaved?? You notice he probably can’t see well, so you guide him a little trying to make him memorize your house.

-“Otoya called you Yuki, right? My boyfriend has a similar surname but you are cuter!” The dog that was previously swagging his tail with tongue poking out just stopped, still as a stone, almost…menacing? But you don’t get bothered too much, patting his head and calling him good boy.

-He follows you like a shadow, never leaving your side and looking at you with eyes full of love, they got aggressive when during a walk to the park some guys tried to hit on you, he even growled at them! But luckily you sent them off quickly and went on with your walk.

-Evening arrived fast and after preparing dinner for both of you, going to the sofa to watch a film seemed the best idea to end the day.

-“My God, Bret is the hottest human ever-“ “I’d gladly wash my laundry on his abs” “You can’t understand how much I’d pay to be in the backstage with him.” “He could treat me as his bad partner any time he wants” you sing sang. Not exactly, after all, you were just typing to a friend your recent thoughts about this actor.

But Yuki is counting. Noticing every single squeak, every single smirk. He doesn’t show it, he just waits patiently, head laying on your right leg for the right moment to strike.

-You both fall asleep on the sofa, film long forgotten a soft cover on both your bodies.

-You are the first to wake up, and it was hard not to scream at the sight in front of you. Your boyfriend, Kenyu, is laying on top of you, his long brown curls falling on your chest, his breath calm, still sleeping peacefully ah, he is also butt naked.

-And are these dog ears?? And that tail? Is it possible that-

“Morning love.”

-You feel a chill running down your spine. That voice had never brought good news.

-”Wanna tell me more about that Bret actor you like so much.” The shiver gets more intense as he slides up on your body, his face now at the same level as yours.

“You know what, don’t say anything-“ he taps his forefinger on your lips “I’ll make sure you’ll be only able to babble my name after I’m done with you.”

[gabessquishytum]

It has just finished raining like Dream should have built an ark, when he finds a puppy (or kitty) rain-soaked and waterlogged huddling under his car for warmth. *Sigh* Dream is not a pet person, but he can't just leave the little baby out in the cold -- he's not actually heartless, thank you very much Desire. He grabs the towel from his gym bag and scoops the little one up -- luckily his car gets hot fast when the heater is on. Dream hopes he has something at home for the little guy to eat.

Robyn is lost! He was out with Daddy and smelled something, and got distracted, and misplaced his Da. Then it started to rain,,,,daddy is going to be so mad. Robyn was able to stay in his animal form, but he's just learning control. He hopes that he can hold on, as the nice smelling man picks him up and makes him warm.

Hob is going out of his mind! Robyn was right next to him and then he wasn't; if Eleanor was still alive she would box Hob's ears.

Hob think he's finally picked up Robyn's scent when he sees a pretty boy getting in an expensive sports car with something (that smells like his little bird) wriggling in a towel; Hob wasn't close enough to intervene, but he was close enough to get a license plate.

Hob really hopes Robyn can stay in animal form until he gets to him.

Dream has just finished drying off the poor, soggy little puppy and wondering what to feed it when he gets a knock at his door. He opens it to find a dripping wet (handsome!) man with soft brown hair and eyes.

“Hello, I think you might have picked up my… puppy.” The man says, eyes darting into Dream’s flat anxiously. “He slipped out of the door, you see, and I happened to see you drive off with him…?”

Dream is a little skeptical, to be honest, but the man looks extremely worried. Dream is about to reply when he hears a kind of thumping noise from inside. He and the man exchange a look, and they both quickly dart into the flat.

There’s a boy sitting on Dream’s carpet. He’s covered by the towel, so Dream can really only see his soft brown hair and eyes. He’d guess the boy might be 10 or so. The puppy is conspicuously absent.

“Daddy!” The boy wails, and the man practically springs forward to gather him up in his arms. The two cling to each other and nuzzle against each other’s necks. Dream is too shocked to speak. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on any more.” The boy whispered. “I tried! And the nice man hasn’t been mean to me or anything…”

“You must say thank you.” The man says, warming the boy against his chest. Dream bites his lip to hide a smile. It’s the weirdest day of his life, but the handsome man and his son are the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

It takes a REALLY embarrassing about of time (and searching under his couch/bed/tables) after Hob and Robyn have gone home (promising to stop by Dream’s flat tomorrow with homemade cookies as a thank you) to realise that the puppy and the boy were one and the same.

Dream may be an idiot, but he’s a kind idiot. And Robyn can already tell that his daddy has the biggest crush on the nice smelling man.

[trash-raccoon-boy]

More lmk warrior cats!

Starting with Pigsy, Pigsy was a loner from as long as he could remember. He kept to himself in a back alley of a restaurant, normally stealing from left overs in the garbage. Being a Sphinx didn't make it any less easier, he was always in risk during winter and getting hurt because of his lack of fur.

He was friends with Sandy before their big fight, that ended with a scar on his shoulder. But before that things were nice, hard but nice. Then he met Tang and his whole life was turned upside down, he met the kittypet cowering under a broken car after getting lost from his twolegs.

Not wanting to leave him to fend for himself he took him back to his Twoleg spot, during this time he got to know him and grew fond of him. After returning him, Pigsy could not stop thinking about him, and so the routen began. Every evening twice a week, he'd cross the whole city just to meet up with Tang. There where plenty of times Tang tried convincing him to stay and live with him, but he didn't want to. Well he did, but living as a kittypet didn't seem right to him.

This routen continues for a 2 years until one winter night. It was could, extremely cold and Pigsy was out trying to find food. This was risky because of his previous mentioned weaknesses to having no fur, but he needed food. He didn't have Sandy to keep him warm, and help him so he had survive on his own. Pigsy rummaged around, finding nothing and was about to head back to his alley when he heard something. A tiny mew.

He was going to ignore it, but it became more frantic. He forced himself to follow the sound and that's when he found a kit, a small brown kit in a box covered with a huge leaf, outside a apartment door. It seemed so small and pitiful, barely 2 months old probably. Without thinking he took the Kitten and made a dash to the outskirts of town just to get to the nearby country side on the other side of town. He ran to Tangs house and hurriedly ran up the fence mewing for Tang. The kittypet wasn't allowed out during leafbare, but it seemed he heard his frantic news because he showed up and upon seeing the kit let out a screech of alarm and got his twolegs.

These twolegs weren't mean like the ones he's met, no they were kind. Quickly bringing them inside and hurriedly helping the kit, while Tang did his best to calm him. Pigsy wanted nothing, but to leave. The kit was safe here, he could just leave back to his city the moment those Twolegs opened the door. But he didn't... He didn't want to leave the kit, and so he stayed. Against his better judgement, he stayed and let the Twolegs take him in.

He doesn't really like his collar, but he doesn't mind as long as he stays with his mate and kit, who was named Mk. He also loved going to work with his Twolegs, they live in a townhouse close to the end of the city and normal drive to work at a small noodle shop. He was content with his small living, and wouldn't change anything.

Tang(I changed his design before posting)

Anyways Tang is a Japanese Bobtail that's mixed with a tuxedo cat, his owners are lovely couple that opened up a noodle shop together. Tangs been their cat for a long time since they've been married.

He has always been interested with his twolegs stories on the journey to the west and kittentales about peachstar, he was always a shy yet happy kitty. Always affectionate and gluttonous.

When he was like 3 years old his two legs took him to the city so they can live their dream and open up a noodle shop, they lived in a quiet townhouse in the far end of the city. With a spacious backyard, it was kinda scary at first being a country cat out in the big city. Especially when he got lost.

He had been chilling outside the house when a dog all of a sudden ran towards him, it scared the shit out of him so bad he took off running. He managed to lose it, unfortunately he couldn't find his way home and after 10 minutes it's started raining. Not wanting to get wet or ran over, he decided to hide under a broken car just till the rain stops.

This is where he would meet Pigsy, a gruff and untrustworthy alley cat. Who despite being a stray seemed rather plump, the cat wasn't trusting off him it seems but decided to help him home anyways. During their walk to his twolegs he got to know Pigsy, and grew rather fond and curious about him.

After getting to his home the two shared their farewells, before heading off in separate directions. Despite enjoying his twoleg life he couldn't help thinking of Pigsy, and it seem he couldn't stop thinking about him either as the two would share regular conversations in his backyard often playing or joking around.

Everything was perfect, but nothing prepared him for being a dad. It was winter, he and Pigsy had a small argument about him staying since it would be cold, but nothing would tame that cat. It was nearly midnight when he woke up to the sound of his friends frantic Mews outside, upon walking out and seeing the kit in his mouth he let out a loud screech.

Tang didn't know what to do, but decided to get his twolegs. His humans were confused for his sudden yowls of panic, but upon seeing the two outside they were equally panicking. They had taken Pigsy and the kit in, and were busy tending to the shivering kit while he tended to Pigsy. The whole night was filled to him comforting his friend and whispering soft reassurance.

That was a long time ago, and is now the proud mate and father to Pigsy and Mk. The kid was a bit rambunctious and certainly kept the house and restaurant lively, he didn't mind tho since the kit was his and also he got to tell legends of peachstar to him.

Sandy! He's currently a kittypet and therapy animal, in the past he was Known as Tideclaw. A fierce and noble warrior, who was exiled after accidently leading a group of warriors into a ambush by mistake.

As a kit Tideclaw never got to know his parents, his mom died from Kittning and his father was the distant and cold ex deputy, that later died when he was a young warrior.

Tidekit had always been a rambunctious cat, he was the only surviving kit from his litter so he'd often play with his den mates or cousins. He was much larger then the other kits, being a maincoon and all. So by the time he was supposed to be a apprentice, he was already twice the size of a normal apprentice and getting cramped in the nursery.

He was named Tidepaw and was mentored by spiritlake. Tidepaw was taught everything by his mentor, he was taught to attack and fight no matter what. This ended with him getting sent to the medicine den, and always escorting the med cat. He lerny a lot of compassion for the medicine cat toadclaw, and how to better manage his anger.

Of course he soon gains the name Tideclaw, the name chosen cause of his readiness to fight and protect his clan. Everything was going well, he thrived as a young warrior and had an apprentice of his own, Swinepaw, by the time he was an full grown adult.

But everything changed when he was on patrol. He, his apprentice, and some other cats; where checking around the boarded because of recent reports of their being rouges. As far as they could find tho, there was no one around. The scent was still strong, yet no one could see them.

They thought of turning back and regrouping at camp, when suddenly a gang of cats ambushed them from above. The cats faught bravely but in the end, it was just Tideclaw left, able to escape.

Showing up, he was immediately met with harshness and cruel words from his clan mates as he told the leader what happened. Everyone was shocked and horrified, and a lot where pissed he abandoned his patrol and fled like a coward. Despite pleading he was kicked out, cause from everyone's perspective he fled the moment the fight got hard. Letting his clan mates die, and not properly defending the clan.

Tideclaw was devisated as he navigated the forest into the city, he was all alone, no clan mates or fresh kill. He was without a home, till he met Pigsy, a sphynx cat with a fierce attitude.

Pigsy was protective and fierce, he looked out for himself and no one, unless someone desperately needed help. This was who Tideclaw needed, who Sandy needed.

He hung around the cat for ages, the two gaining a bound. Tideclaw had only ever known clan life, but to see the life of a loner... It was incredible, that any cat could survive without clan mates, the two thrived together side by side.

Then Tang came along, don't get him wrong Tang was alright. He's met him a couple times and all that, but he never understood why he'd want to hang with these Twolegs. Who would want to be contained to one spot their whole life?

But he made Pigsy happy, so he didn't mind. But soon he could feel Pigsy pulling away, and any past fun would be spent with Pigsy looking longingly. It was clear that despite loving the loner life, Pigsy longed for that little kittypet... And Tideclaw couldn't do anything to stop him.

He tried tho, one night Tideclaw confronted Pigsy about his constant affiliation with the kittypet. He tried to convinced Pigsy that he can't have a paw in both worlds, which in turn had Pigsy snap that they're not a clan and those rules don't applie to him.

They had an argument, which led to a full fight. It rained hard as Tideclaw gave him a nasty scar on his shoulder, before pinning him down. Face in the Muddy streets, both panting and looking at each other. Tideclaws expression was angry before regretfully, as he stared at the mess he made.

He hurt his friend, not wishing to cause further harm, he ran away. Ran as far as he could till he passed out on the pavement.

When morning came, he woke up in a cage. But he wasn't in a shelter, it looked no where like how Pigsy describe it. As the days went by, he learned this was a sanctuary, a place cats without homes are taken, cared for, and trained to be therapy cats.

Honestly the whole idea was redecules, who would want to willingly help Twolegs? They're evil, destroying homes and taken cats. But slowly he relented and started cooroperating, even still he hated humans and only allowed the female handler near him.

That changed tho, when he met someone. During one of the many infamous days, where humans come to interact with the cats in hopes of better socializing them; as well as possibly signing up for a therapy cat. Tideclaw, now renamed Sandy, met him.

A young boy with ginger hair, sitting away from the others. He seemed isolated, around 12 or 14 maybe. It didn't matter, cause for some reason he was drawn to the kid. At first the kid was scaresld and a bit off put, but soon they warmed up. Of course when the day was over Sandy was not happy to be separated from the boy, who he learned was called Mo.

Days he wanted for the kid to comeback, it was clear he longed for him. Then one day, the usual schedule was changed. He was brought to a room and put in a mesh pet carrier, and taken into the Belly of one of the monsters he's seen on the thunder path.

It was terrifying especially when he was taken into a Twoleg house, he didn't know where he was or why he was here. The older Twoleg called someone, he couldn't make out much but he understood one word. Mo.

And as if StarClan could halear him, the boy came down the stairs very melancholy until he spotted Sandy. The giant cat meowed loudly in joy, as he and the boy where reunited.

And that's where he stayed, inside that little Twoleg house with Mo, unless of course Mo had to go out, then he was with Mo as well. Normally on a harness. Sure he misses his clan and old friends, but now everyday he's just excited to see his boy's face when he wakes up.

[saveugoodmadam]

Newsiestober Day 22 - Transformation

My fic for day 22 of the @newsiestober2023 prompts :3

Ship: Javid

Word count: 1,945

Jack sighed as he waited on the street corner for Davey. It was a rainy evening and the street lamps made the damp pavement glow amber. Around him, shops were shutting down and the owners were making their way home, umbrellas held over their heads. A young couple ran past, using a jacket to hold off the rain as they giggled madly.

He had to admit, that was what he wanted with Davey. He'd wanted it for a long, long time, he'd just never had the time, or the words. His feelings were best expressed through his art, but Davey had never seen the thousands of charcoal sketches and watercolours as anything more than a platonic fascination. Tonight they were meant to meet up for a walk along the Brooklyn Bridge, but Davey was several hours late. 

Maybe he just forgot.

Jack tried to push the thought from his mind as he turned to go back to the lodging house. Halfway there, a pitiful mewling sound from an alleyway caught his attention. Out of curiosity he poked his head into the space and let out a soft what was inside. A little black cat, wet through and crying out pitifully, was sheltering under a ledge of cardboard. It had striking green eyes- rather like Davey's, although he quickly buried that thought to focus on the animal in front of him.

Though it had been mewling incessantly before, the cat stopped its noise when it saw Jack, and padded out from the box to investigate him.

"Well, hello there." Jack murmured, sitting down on the wet ground to get onto its level. He gently extended his arm- wary of the many times that perfectly tame-seeming animals had lashed out at him (there was a reason he didn't trust Crutchie to tell him which animals were okay to pet anymore). Happily, the creature purred softly and rubbed its face almost desperately against his hand.

"What are you doin' out here in the cold, huh? You a stray or somethin'?"

Mrow.

"Right, yeah, you don't talk. You look like a stray. No collar or nothin'. I could take you back with me, if you liked. Food and water and a roof over your head. Would you like that?"

Mrow.

"Okay then, little kitty. Let me just lift you up to take you back and- oh, no, no, okay, you don't like being carried, alright, you just- yeah, you just settle yourself down on my neck there like a soppin' wet fur stole, okay. By the way, you a boy cat or a girl cat?"

His answer was the cat bumping its head against his cheek.

"Uh, you're a boy cat? A boy like me?"

Mrow.

"Okay, little... fella? Let's get you home."

The lodge house reacted as all large groups of unruly teenagers do when presented with cats: joyous uproar. The cat was approached by each newsie, one by one, and petted or talked to. Though at first the creature seemed on edge, it relaxed quickly when the newsies showed themselves to be calm and collected when interacting with it. It even allowed both JoJo and Crutchie to pick it up, but they'd always been good with street cats.

"Who's a handsome little fella?" Crutchie cooed as the cat purred loudly. He looked up at Jack. "Where was he?"

"Found him in an alleyway on the way back from where I was waitin'. Before you ask, no, Davey didn't show up." he sighed, looking dejected.

The cat stopped purring for a second to meow softly, which distracted Jack from his sorrows enough for him to chuckle and reach out to pet it.

"He's wet through, but he's drying out nicely. Most likely he's a stray, but well fed for a stray. Probably gets more food than we do." Crutchie observed, using the palm of his glove to try and dry off the cat's head.

"Jack?" Splasher asked, hovering by him with wide eyes. "Can we keep the cat? Please? Me and the fellas will make sure he's well fed, we promise, 'n we'll make sure he's no bother-" 

Jack laughed softly, resting his hand reassuringly on the kid's shoulder. "Don't worry. We's keepin' the cat."

The next morning, Jack couldn't see Davey at the distribution yard. Les was there, looking worried, but when asked where his brother was all he would say was that Davey was sick. Ordinarily, this would have put Jack in a bad mood for the whole day- however today he had a furry friend to keep him happy. Mouth (he'd named the cat as such after its tendency to be extremely vocal) was nestled safely in his satchel, although it would soon be displaced by the day's papes.

"Mornin' Weasel. Oscar. Morris." Jack greeted the three men, slipping them his money and taking his papers. 

"I believe there's been a little mix-up. You've short-changed me five papes." he told the two brothers after checking the numbers.

"Oh, yeah? Well maybe you should stop givin' us lip, Kelly. Okay? We ain't afraid'a you, you know?" Oscar burst out, slamming his hand down loudly onto the stand, then slipping out, obviously particularly trigger-happy.

Before he could so much as step towards Jack though, a furry blur had shot out from its hiding place and sunk its teeth into the DeLancey's wrist. Oscar screamed and attempted to remove Mouth's teeth from his flesh, while Morris laughed meanly from where he stood beside Weisel. 

"He sure let the cat outta the bag, Oscar! Look at you, all hot 'n' bothered cause of some dumb feline!"

It was only after Jack called the cat back five separate times that it let go of Oscar's wrist and returned, its tail held high in triumph. Oscar bolted back behind the stand and threw the extra papers across the yard to Jack. 

"Take 'em! Whatever! I don't care! And I still ain't scared'a you, Kelly!"

It was a particularly good day of selling, especially as kids with small, helpless, adorable animals are better at attracting attention than kids without. Jack returned to the lodge via a trip to the docks to buy fish for Mouth. Finally, up in the Penthouse with Crutchie, he watched the cat hesitantly but daintily eat its dinner.

"Funny little cat, ain't he?" Crutchie asked, grinning. "Acts almost human. Cats do that, though."

"You're the expert on strays, not me." Jack replied.

"Damn right I'm the expert, I dragged you in off the street too!"

They laughed, but Jack soon grew silent and wistful. "I just wish Davey could see him."

"I know, Jackie, but you heard Les. He's sick."

"You're gonna tell me you believed Les? That kid can do quite a few things but lying convincingly is not one. The only person I've met who's worse at lying than Les is Elmer."

"Well, I'm sure he ain't avoidin' you."

"Yeah, I guess. I just... I love him so much, Crutchie. But I don't know if I'll ever tell him before he finds someone else... probably some pretty young lady, he'd never look twice at me."

"Don't wax political again, I'm begging you, my ears can only take so much!"

Jack giggled despite himself. "Hey! And it's 'wax poetical'!"

Crutchie giggled too, stretching out to stroke Mouth again. The little kitty let him do so gladly, but regarded Jack with a soft, almost sad expression in its eyes. He brushed it off as it just being another thing cats do, and smiled at it in an attempt to cheer it up.

All week long the cat followed him around, meowing and purring and headbutting and shedding and rubbing up against his legs, and all week long Davey continued to be sick. According to Les, Jack was better off not visiting him because what he had was incredibly contagious. 

Jack sighed deeply, the motion enough to wake up Mouth who was lying on his chest.

"Sorry, little fella." he whispered. "Just thinkin' 'bout Davey again. I hope he's okay, y'know? He means an awful lot to me. I don't know why I'm even tellin' you that, seeing as you probably can't understand me..."

Mrow.

"You're gonna love him so much when you meet 'im, Mouth. He's so kind and sweet and clever. He'll probably know all about cats, and tell me all the facts about them that newsies never get taught. And maybe I'll finally get the chance to tell him I love him. I was gonna do that the day I found you but... he never showed up. I don't know why he's avoiding me. Maybe 'cause I've been acting so weird around him."

Mouth was looking up at him with that sad expression again. Jack sighed, giving the cat a stroke.

"I just want to be able to say- to say-" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Davey Jacobs, I love ya."

When he opened his eyes, he gasped. Mouth, one minute laying placidly on his chest, began to glow with a golden sort of magic and the began to grow, fur retracting into skin, paws growing and gaining fingers, tail retracting into a coccyx.

When the transformation was over, Davey Jacobs laid in place of the cat. Very flustered, very naked, but undeniably Davey. Jack spluttered in shock.

"Oh. Hey Davey."

"You love me?" Davey asked, his eyes wide as he wrapped the threadbare blanket around himself.

"Why was you a cat?" Jack retorted.

"Family thing." Davey said like it was obvious before Jack's look of incredulity told him he needed to elaborate. "When one of us falls in love and don't confess it for long enough we turn into a cat. Only a love confession will make us human again."

"Oh. Right." Jack chose not to pursue that line of inquiry any further. "You love me too, then?"

Davey's cheeks went pink again and he giggled sheepishly. "Yeah."

"For how long?"

"Since the end of the strike. Since you gave up scabbing to rejoin the union. Since you ditched Santa Fe to stay in New York. How long for you?"

"Since the strike too. Since you dreamt up the idea for the union, with the massive brain in that handsome head of yours."

Davey went a darker shade of red. "I'm not sure how we do this now."

"We could... kiss?" Jack offered.

Davey smiled gratefully and nodded.

"Sounds good to me."

They leaned into one another for a slow, sweet kiss, their hands slowly intertwining, soft skin against old calluses, their foreheads just barely touching... 

Until they pulled apart at the sound of a wolf whistle and, both blushing deeply, turned to see Crutchie grinning like the proverbial cat that got the cream.

"Oh, don't mind me, fellas." he said, smirking. "I just found out Albert owes me a dime."

[poopyballz28]

AHH yay ur ask box is back, I hope your doing well :))

I had this dum idea id think you wouldve liked so yaya; sleeping over at their house/apartment short notice because of heavy down poor like rain or maybe its snowing super hard dinefwjiwn i think it would b cute IDK

WELCOME BACK!! your ideas are always amazing and fill my head with ideas so thank you thank you 🫵💋

Some Baki characters taking you in when you're caught in the rain

Baki

• He was just ready to get into bed when he heard the door. He was praying it wasn't some opponent wanting to fight super late.

• He slid it open to see you covered in water, freezing. He ushers you inside and very quickly gets you a towel to dry off with.

• He swiftly makes something warm for you to drink, and he also whips up some hot food for you have as well. He puts a lot of effort in, really wanting you to enjoy it and be impressed by his cooking.

• He gets you a t-shirt and some pants and when you're done changing, you two sit under his kotatsu, eating and chatting about all sorts of things.

• It's been a long time since he's had someone over with him, he feels really joyful having another person there to keep him company, especially that person being you.

• He probably has a spare futon he pulls out for you. He very slickly places it right next to his.

• He can barely fall asleep. Knowing that you're so close to him in bed makes his heart rate double.

• You'll wake up with his arm reached around you, your two faces incredibly close to each other (he's a messy sleeper)

• When he wakes, he's pretty embarrassed about it and apologizes. If you say you enjoyed his cuddling though, he'll be a bit of a blushing mess. He'll hold you a lot more from then on.

Kozue

• She was reading manga in her room late at night when she heard the echoing knock at the door.

• When she opened it to see you, wet and cold from the heavy rain, she immediately lets you in, the concern showing on her face. She then quickly ushers you to her shower, not wanting you to catch a cold.

• Her night clothes are really cute. She wears an oversized t-shirt with cute hello kitty shorts.

• While you shower, she makes some warm tea and gets you a snack.

• As for spare clothes, she has some more oversized shirts and shorts, so she lends them to you for the night. She doesn't mind you borrowing them anyway.

• You two sit in her room and drink the (super fucking delicious) tea she made. The both of you joke around as she super cutely rambles about the plot of the manga she was reading.

• She actually offers for you to stay the night and she timidly asks if maybe...you could sleep in her bed along with her. Her face is completely red asking. When you say yes though, she's overjoyed (but super nervous about it as well) She really wants to get closer to you.

• The both of you very awkwardly squeeze on her bed, faces almost inches apart. Her face is overcome with a deep blush. She slowly reaches her hand over to you and holds you close to her.

• She'll slowly fall asleep, her legs reaching over onto you, as she hugs you close like a fluffy pillow (she's a bit of a messy sleeper as well)

Katou

• He was kinda pissed hearing a loud knock on his door super late into the night. He wasn't dressed or prepared for company whatsoever. Quite honestly, he was ready to throw hands immediately.

• But when he cracks it open to see you soaking wet in front of his apartment doorway, he doesn't really hesitate to unlock the door for you to come in.

• He's surprisingly a little worried about you, and asks if your alright. He gets you a towel and sits you down at his table. He was drinking before you came in, so he'll offer you a cold one.

• For some spare clothes, he gets you some big t-shirt with a cool design and some knee reaching shorts. That night you realize just how baggy his clothing style is. (soulja boy ass fit 😭)

• He's a bit embarrassed to be seen with so little clothing on. He's wearing an oversized hoodie without any pants on, so of course he's a little embarrassed, especially if you tease him about the silly design on his underwear.

• When you have to stay over for the rest of the night, he hesitates and asks if you really have nowhere else to go for the night. He's incredibly nervous. He's never had anyone spend the night with him, especially someone he really likes like you.

• I bet the two of you would stay up all night playing video games and drinking, maybe showing each other your music playlists. He usually pulls all-nighters by himself, but its much funner with you there.

• You'd probably get tired first and lean your head on his shoulder and drift off. He's completely still and his sweet timid mode really shines through. The two of you eventually end up falling asleep cuddled close to each other on his couch.

Katsumi

• He probably just got home from the dojo super late, and already got a little wet from the rain. He'd be just done with his shower when he hears the doorbell to his apartment.

• He would open up the door (with only a towel covering his waist, mind you) to see you soaking wet and shivering. He would quickly get you inside, not realizing how absolutely exposed he is.

• He's a little embarrassed at first, but he may say some shitty flirtatious comment when he catches you staring at him (couldn't blame you them tiddies are HUGE)

• He would get dressed quickly and do everything he possibly could for you. Food, water, whatever you need he wont hesitate to give it you. When you finish drying off, he'll get you a warm blanket. He really loves giving you attention, especially if you give some back to him.

• He'll lend you some clothes that are definitely a little too big for you. The shirt tends to drift down your shoulder often.

• He lets you chill out on his bed with him as he tells silly stories from the dojo. The two of you laugh and chat throughout the late night. Your smile really lights him up, he thinks it's absolutely beautiful.

• The both of you would be laying down staring up at his ceiling together, as he gently reaches his hand over to yours and squeezes. He doesn't want this time with you to end.

• You both fall asleep talking with each other, your hands still interlocked. Katsumi couldn't be happier.

Kureha

• He usually stays up late reading through medical books or finishing up some papers from work, the heavy rain helping him focus. But he didn't exactly expect a knock on a his door at such a late time of night.

• When he opens to see you soaked, he lets you in and leads you to his shower. He was clearly a bit concerned for you, although him showing concern was a bit rare, you could tell he didn't want you catching a cold.

• He sets out some clothes for you. A big, white button up shirt with the smallest pair of shorts he could find lying around.

• By the time you get out of the shower, you see he's sitting at his bar with two wine glasses in front of him. He waves you over for a drink with him.

• Whenever he's with you, he feels his nerves calm. He feels he could truly speak to you about anything. You're incredibly beloved to him.

• He unties his ponytail and gently takes off his glasses, letting you get a good look at his gentle eyes and beautiful locks flowing down his back. He turns to you and shows you a small smile. You don't see him smile like that too often. You must be pretty special.

• You two spend most of the night chatting and having some more drinks. You never see him relax like he does with you.

• He offers you a side on his bed to sleep on. The way he elegantly takes off his button up for bed is pretty distracting. He's hella pretty.

• He might go in for the kiss and smooch you on the forehead before you two fall asleep. He truly cares about you. He hasn't cared so much about someone since his little brother.

[blorbologist]

if you're still doing them: how about some antipathy/sympathy for kynan and cassandra?

36. Antipathy/Sympathy

"This spell attracts or repels creatures of your choice. You target something within range, either a Huge or smaller object or creature or an area that is no larger than a 200-foot cube. Then specify a kind of intelligent creature, such as red dragons, goblins, or vampires. You invest the target with an aura that either attracts or repels the specified creatures for the duration. Choose antipathy or sympathy as the aura's effect."

[This is a really fuckin hard spell to work with yet, so apologies that my muse took me in a bit of a different direction!]

[Set in my Cat’s Cradle AU - and a few months in the future of where the story currently is. So has a couple spoilers for what I have planned there!]

His last stop looks rich as all hells. It’s a relief, a big one, because Kynan can hide from the rain under the eaves without soaking his back and ring the doorbell. And wait. The downpour smothers any sound of approaching footsteps, but he does see the shadow of movement through the fancy frosted glass. 

“Hey - er, hi! Special delivery,” says Kynan as soon as the door opens. He forgot to get the pen handy, so he fumbles around for one to offer along with the clipboard. “Sign here.”

Holy shit, she’s cute. And looks exhausted as hell, which makes sense immediately because it’s the end of the term. But also not, because what student would order this much stupidly specific metal. Or maybe she’s an engineer? Engineering majors are always weird. 

His arms are getting tired - again, big box full of panels and parts - as she squints at the pen, at him, at the clipboard, at him, at the box. 

“I have got to get Percival to double check his address when he orders his gadgets online,” she sighs. “I’m sorry - this was my brother’s work. Could I still -”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” 

Probably not, but it’s all pros from where Kynan’s standing. A few more seconds out of the rain, for one. Not needing to carry this box back to the truck. And maybe, just maybe, he can get his head together to say something smart. 

“I, uh-”

Kynan jumps, almost drops probably ten pounds of robot guts on his foot, and yelps when something black and - jingling? - definitely jingling zips by, each bound down the steps punctuated by a cheery little bell.

“Rapier!”

Kynan’s halfway down the stairs already. “Rapper? You - sorry, you named your cat Rapper?!”

“Rapier,” she corrects. “Like a fencing sword.”

Okay, sure, that works. His eyes widen as the girl brushes past him and onto the stone pathway leading to her house. “What are you doing?! It’s pouring rain - get a coat on, the kitty can’t get far in this weather.”

She narrows her eyes - only barely, because they’re blown wide with distress.  “Only if you saw where she went.”

“Under my - the work truck.”

Kynan steels himself and, while she’s ducking back inside, kneels on the wet driveway concrete to peer between the wheels. And get on his hands, too, because she’s all the way back there, huh? 

“Here kitty kitty,” he chitters. Wide yellow eyes stare back at him, quite startled by the situation. Well, yeah, you got us into this mess. “Come on - uh - Rapier? Rapier, come on!”

She does not come on. Though she does chirp, which he thinks is a reassuring sign. Stretching his arm out to try and scratch her chin or scruff her ends up being a bad idea, though - she skitters farther back. Fuck. He can feel the rainwater bleeding through his pants. It’s freezing.

He makes his second embarrassing trill of the day when a heavy weight drops on his back. Turns his head to see the young woman, now securely wrapped in a raincoat. And something thrown over him, too.

“You’re soaked. It’s one of my brother’s that he’s forgotten here one too many times - at least it will keep you dry.”

“Oh.” Kynan realizes he’s still on his hands and knees, with a very fancy if worn coat hanging awkwardly off his back, in front of a very cute girl. In the middle of a storm. “Thank you?”

There’s a painfully awkward pause. “Cassandra. Cass. Pleasure to meet you.” She looks about to hold out her hand for a shake before she grins a bit sheepishly and stuffs it in her pocket. 

“I - thank you,” she says. “For helping.” 

“Well - I’m Kynan. Leore. Kynan Leore,” he stammers. “And - it’s nothing”

--

It’s not, actually, nothing.

The fugitive isn’t under the work truck long. She actually leads them on quite the chase until she actually runs into something that gets her to turn around.

Kynan has just a second to cow in triumph, cat bundled in his soaked coat (he stripped it to put on the dry one when Rapier got under the hedge) before he immediately regrets opening his big stupid mouth. 

“Fuck! You - fucking gross! Sorry,” he adds a bit sheepishly, even though Cassandra just looks amused by the sudden outburst. “She reeks - I think from the garbage bins? Fuck.”

Cassandra is cruel enough to laugh. He immediately wants more of it, and if the cat wasn’t so busy struggling to escape he’s pretty sure he’d get a look from the feline. 

“Let’s get you both inside,” she says, disturbing an array of mirrors as she skips through puddles. Gone is the exhaustion, just pure relief to have her cat safe, and - wow. With blue that pale, her pupils are obvious, honing in on the teeny fuzzy head. 

Rapier makes a really pathetic yowl, though, so. There was no look for him, there. Chill, Leore.

Cassandra opens the door for them both. “Never thought I’d be making this sort of delivery today,” Kynan says as he releases Rapier in the entrance. She takes the time to daintily shake her paws, about as miserably as Kynan feels. “I hope you’ve got towels for her - and you, too. You’ll catch a cold ”

“That’s an old wive’s tale.” Cassandra rolls her eyes. Rapier, sensing trouble, makes a jingling retreat further into the house, leaving a trail of damp pawprints in her wake. “It’s moreso the close proximity from staying inside to avoid the weather. It makes sharing colds easier.”

“Oh. That’s cool.” Kynan makes a face as he shucks that wonderfully warm coat. He’ll remember it fondly. And this whole evening, really, even if he’s sure he’s getting a cold out of it, no matter what Cassandra says. “Well. I’m glad I could help! And, uh, I hope your brother gets the package safe, and that -”

Something in Cassandra’s look stops him.

“How long of a drive do you have? Until you’ll be home and have a change of clothes?”

Kynan frowns. “I mean? Between getting back to work, clocking out, and the traffic this time of day? … Probably an hour.” 

She hums, glancing away. Her hair is only faintly damp, on account of the hood she’d had up. Dark brown, with streaks of - blond? Or white? It’s really pretty. 

“... Percy hasn’t been by in months,” she says, almost to herself. “I told him I’d get rid of his things if he didn’t -” There’s a very decided nod that makes Kynan stand a little straighter. “Right. You - Kynan? Mind staying there? I’ll get you a change of clothes. I think you’re roughly of height. And then I’m treating you to tea. For catching my little lady.”

He blanches. The coat alone, even a bit tattered, is probably a few day’s pay. Just loaning it to hunt for a cat in the rain felt decadent. “I - no, really, it’s fine -”

“It’s really not.”

“How about - what - dry up the kitty first?” he tries. “And I’ll throw my coat over a heater and leave when it’s dry. Fair?”

Cassandra sniffs through her nose. From anyone else - from someone else in particular - he’d call it disdainful, but it’s… actually really cute? And it feels affectionate. 

“Fair,” she agrees, swiping a towel from a nearby bathroom. He helpfully points out where Rapier’s pawprints lead as he works to unlace his running shoes (fuck he feels super poor, extra poor, wearing old no-name sneakers on this fancy tile). 

And then his phone rings.

“Oh - sorry. My boss. Gotta -” Kynan clears his throat. Cassandra actually smiles - really smiles! - and waves a go-ahead, padding off in pursuit of her cat.

“Hi! Sorry, sorry - something came up. A cat got out, and given it’s the end of my shift I figured -” he shuts up. Listens. Nods, dutifully, even if she can’t see it. Hears the scuffling of towel. “Yes. I understand, it’s very - very unprofessional. I know, but - yes, Ripley ma’am. It won’t happen again. Promptly - yeah. Goodbye.”

“Sorry,” he’s been repeating that a lot, lately, but it feels a lot better saying it to Cassandra. “She’s a real - er - hardass? About efficiency, and all -”

“Get out.”

Until it doesn’t. 

“Sorry?” squeaks Kynan.

She’s looking at him like - not like he’s beneath her, the way rich folk do. It’s worse, it’s the look his old man has when he’s fucked up, and pissed him off, and offended him. Even worse - it can always get worse - he sees the face in the mirror, bruised and scared that this’ll be it. 

“Get off my property,” Cassandra snarls, clutching the cat to her chest. It looks just as confused as he feels. “Leave, now, before I call the cops.”

… That last bit shook too much to be a real threat, but he’d not want to turn it into one. Kynan bites his tongue and gets out of there as soon as he can, hears the lock and deadbolt behind him. The rain hasn’t let up. He can’t stop and think, either, because she’s scared and angry and he doubts Ripley would back him up if he loitered. So it’s on autopilot that he gets the keys into the ignition and drives away, Google Maps reminding him cheerfully of the most efficient route back to work.

What did he do?

[harudnae]

Digging up old fluff for the soul ✨

A little bit of background data for this AU : Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp and Sanji are all freshmen attending courses at the same university.

Zoro and Sanji met on their first day on the campus when they discovered their shared room, have been constantly bickering ever since. They know Nami, Usopp and Luffy because they have common courses with them, and the latter regularly sets up parties where they gather all together – when Garp isn't around.

Originally posted on AO3 on 2019.06.16

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji

Summary: Zoro and Sanji bond over a cute being entrusted to them.

Content warnings : College AU, friends (?) to lovers, fluff, basically they adopt a kitten and shenanigans ensue

Word count: 4.1k

🐈 Purrfect 🐈

It's raining cats and dogs, and thunder resounds in the sky.

As he glances through the window, Sanji is glad he has a tranquil Saturday and doesn't need to go out for once.

Knocks on the door startle him.

Sanji walks to the door and opens it, wondering who might be crazy enough to confront such a terrible weather.

A drenched, but smiling Luffy, holding a medium-sized cardboard box. "Sanji ! Good to see you." The grinning teen invites himself in and cautiously disposes of the box on the main room's floor.

Sanji closes the door and shakes his head. He's kind of used to Luffy barging in like he owns the place, but still. "What's going on ?"

"Well", Luffy shuffles on his feet, "I kinda got into trouble with Gramps and now I'm in a pinch."

A door opens, and Zoro exits the bathroom, wearing nothing more than a towel.

"Che. You could be decent and wear something", Sanji grumbles, glancing at his roommate.

Zoro surveys the scene and retorts, "I didn't know Luffy was coming."

"Either way you could save me the disgusting view of your ugly self", Sanji spits.

Zoro rolls his eyes and goes to the bedroom to retrieve clean clothes.

"What have you done, this time ?", Sanji returns to his conversation.

Luffy takes a deep breath and explains, "I found a cute kitty cat in the street, I was petting him and he started following me all the way home. So... I gave him food and he was so adorable, I let him into the house. Ace liked him so I thought we'd keep him, but when Gramps came home he scolded us and asked us to shoo him out. I said I'd take care of him, but he's so stubborn... he knocked me", he shows a bump on his head, to which Sanji grimaces, "and said he wouldn't allow him inside the house. But I don't want him in the streets again, so you're gonna take care of him."

Sanji's eyes drift to the box. "Don't tell me..."

Luffy beams. "Yeah, he's in there."

Sanji gapes a little. "Are you serious ? Animals aren't even allowed in the dorms. We're gonna be in so much trouble if someone hears about him."

"Then you'll have to hide him", Luffy retorts as if it was the simplest thing to do.

Finally dressed up, Zoro exits the bedroom and catches up onto the conversation. "Hide who now ?"

"A kitty cat", Luffy beams.

Zoro lifts an eyebrow.

On cue, a small "meow" comes out of the cardboard box.

Sanji rushes to the box, kneels before it, and cautiously opens the lid.

There's a small short-haired calico tabby cat inside, resting on a cushion, and opening curious blue eyes at the blond.

Sanji puts his hand inside the box, holding it out palm down towards the kitten.

He sniffs it, running his small nose against Sanji's fingertips, and gives them the smallest lick before pressing his small head against the blond's palm.

Sanji can't help himself. "Aww..."

"See, he likes you", Luffy encourages him.

Zoro curiously approaches the box, squats in front of it and studies the newcomer.

He's purring madly under Sanji's touch, turns around and squirms to get more of it.

The green-haired student asks the small fur ball, "Are you trouble incoming ?"

Luffy answers, "He's not, he's the cutest ! Anyway you guys are taking care of him now, I have boxing training with Mr Silvers." He ruffles his still wet hair and with a simple, "See ya !", he leaves.

Sanji half-heartedly glares at the door and sighs heavily. "We're not letting him out in that weather anyway, so..."

Zoro shrugs, he doesn't mind, as long as the cat behaves properly.

"I'mma call you Diesel, you sound like an engine with how much you purr."

The kitten meows in return.

Sanji still doesn't want to go out in the storm, and chooses to make Diesel a DIY litter based on shredded newspapers and baking soda. He also decides that kibbles aren't that healthy anyway, and cooks every one of the cat's meals.

Zoro thinks it's stupid, to go to such lengths just for a cat, but is relieved the blond doesn't ask for his help. His daily routine doesn't include petting a ball of fur, never did, never will.

Over the weekend Sanji takes a liking to playing with Diesel and observing his exploration of the rooms. He finds himself laughing at his failed attempts to jump from the edge of the bed to the windowsill, and marveling at his little meows for attention.

The little scoundrel makes his way into the blond's heart within a short time, while Zoro suspiciously eyes at his smallest roommate.

Another week starts, the students have to get back to studying, and Sanji has to leave Diesel alone for the day. He locks the door behind him, and feels his heart tighten a little at the idea. "Do you think he'll be okay ?", he asks his roommate.

"Who cares ?"

Sanji has a sad and soft smile towards the door, then he shakes his head and the awkward feeling away.

"You're too sentimental", Zoro huffs.

Sanji very maturely draws his tongue out.

It's lunch time, and a few friends are waiting for Zoro and Sanji at the university restaurant.

Luffy, of course, but also Nami and Usopp, who are currently waving at them so the others notice the table they've reserved.

The roommates place their trays on the table and sit, wishing everyone a good meal.

Around a mouthful, Luffy asks, "So, how is he doing ?"

"Pretty good", Sanji says proudly, "He explored everything, took a liking to the couch, and eats everything I prepare."

"You're cooking for him ? That's amazing !"

Nami interrupts, "Um, who are you cooking for ?"

"Diesel", Zoro says dismissively.

Usopp chuckles, "Excuse me, who ?"

Luffy explains the skirmish with his grandfather all over again, and how it led to him entrusting the kitten to the roommates.

"O-kay...", Usopp trails out. "I thought animals weren't allowed in the dorms ?"

"Shh, you'll get us in trouble", Sanji shushes him. "Of course they aren't."

Zoro adds, "And I get why. He stinks."

"He doesn't", Sanji protests, "But it's true that my DIY litter could use a little upgrade."

"Did I hear "upgrade" ? I'm your man", Usopp proudly puffs out his chest.

"Huh, would you be able to make an odor-free litter box ? If possible, as discreet as possible."

"I'll work on it as soon as I'm home", Usopp promises. "I don't have any projects to tinker at the moment so I have plenty of free time."

"Thanks, you're the best", Sanji grins.

Zoro comments, "At least the room won't smell like shit anymore."

Sanji glares at his roommate. "Always ruining everything with your gross remarks..."

"Just saying the truth", Zoro huffs, before resuming his meal.

The afternoon passes without a hitch.

Sanji comes back home early, his last class having been cancelled.

Diesel jumps out from the couch and happily runs towards Sanji, the moment he opens the door. He meows for attention and rubs his sides against the blond's legs.

"Sweet little thing", Sanji praises him as he squats down, "I missed you, too." After a few good minutes of petting, rewarded by continuous purring and head rubs against his palm, he decides to go have a well-deserved shower and take care of dinner.

Sanji's in the middle of preparing veal cutlet with green beans, when Zoro comes back from his own classes. He goes straight to the bedroom and tosses his bag in a corner, flopping on his bed the moment after. Then he scrunches up his nose, and suspiciously sniffs the air around him. He has a serious frown as he cautiously examines his mattress. "You little shit", he grumbles. Zoro storms out of the room and goes straight to Diesel.

The kitten is peacefully sleeping on the couch.

Zoro grabs him by the nape of the neck and glares at him, holding him at eye-level. "You do that again, I teach you how to fly", he threatens Diesel.

Sanji instantly drops the garlic he's mincing and runs to Zoro, retrieves Diesel and hugs him close. "Not under my watch", he glares at Zoro.

"Your stupid cat took a fucking piss on my bed."

"Must be because you're on the bottom bunk bed and he couldn't reach mine. There's nothing personal."

"Oi-"

"And anyways it stank already, so I don't really see a difference", Sanji shrugs.

Zoro tightens his fists and aims for a punch in the blond's face-

-but Sanji lifts his right leg and parries. They stay at gunpoint for a moment, until the blond says, "I have to finish preparing dinner. You touch him, you're dead."

Zoro ponders for a brief while going against Sanji's wishes, but then his stomach loudly rumbles in the room and he gives in. "I'mma take a shower", he informs the blond before making a beeline for the bathroom.

Sanji scratches Diesel's chin. "Don't you worry about the mean marimo, nobody will hurt you." Then he carefully drops the kitten on the floor and gets back to his cooking.

Luckily for Zoro, the beds are equipped with a waterproof drawsheet : the mattress isn't soaked and he just has to change the bed sheets when he exits the bathroom. He disposes of the dirty ones in the laundry bag for the day after, and installs himself on the couch, to play on his phone as he waits for dinner to be ready.

Sanji serves their plates a few minutes after, and gives Diesel some of the raw veal he saved for him.

The kitten earnestly dives in.

About two weeks in, Diesel has found his favorite spots : the back of the couch, the windowsill – when he manages to reach it – and Sanji's knees, where he purrs like mad and rubs his head against the blond.

Zoro still hasn't grown to like him : the small meows that Diesel makes grate on his nerves, the fact that the kitten has taken the habit of sharpening his claws on the bed even more, because it sometimes wakes him at night, and the recent episode that could have ruined his mattress is still in his mind. Zoro always keep an eye on the small being, wary that Diesel pulls off something bad again.

Usopp passes by one evening, with a medium-sized wooden box. "It's the most amazing litter box ever invented", he proudly says, "made of treated wood, it has an odor-proof cat flap on the front, and a tray system that allows for quick and easy replacing of the litter inside."

Sanji is delighted, and promises Usopp to cook something for him soon in return.

Zoro is glad that at least that won't bother him anymore.

Though hazing is forbidden on the campus, some sophomores still practice this undesirable tradition. There's a group formed of nine of them who call themselves Correction Party – CP – and pick on random freshmen.

One of them lost in kendo class against Zoro, so he decides to gather his friends and go on a punitive expedition to his dorm that night...

Kaku leads Lucci and Jabra through the corridors, careful of not making any sound. "He's gonna pay", he whispers to his friends as they reach Zoro and Sanji's door.

Lucci quietly lockpicks the door, while Jabra keeps watch in case someone comes by. He nods towards the door when he's done, motioning at Jabra to join them.

Kaku slowly opens the door, grateful it doesn't creak.

The trio enters the place and cautiously close the door behind them. They dimly light up the room with their phone screens and survey the place.

Perched on the back of the couch, Diesel wakes up and blinks at the intruders.

Kaku points at the bedroom door.

Diesel unconpicuously jumps down from the couch and approaches the trio.

Lucci listens at the bedroom door, only to hear soft snores. He nods and puts his hand on the handle-

Diesel jumps at Jabra, claws out. He scratches his leg to the point of bleeding.

"Wh-" Jabra clasps his hand over his mouth in order to prevent any sound from leaving him. But it hurts like hell, and he doesn't see a thing. He squats and directs his phone screen towards the source of pain.

Lucci freezes and glares at him.

Kaku exhales an angry sigh.

Diesel jumps again, this time aiming at Jabra's left eye, and manages to scratch him again. Then he runs away.

Jabra cries out.

Lucci and Kaku fear they're going to get caught if their friend keeps this up, and they each catch one of his arms, to steady him up and shush him.

Diesel comes back full force, jumping at Lucci's crotch claws first.

Lucci stifles a groan, bending over himself in pain.

"What the fuck-", Kaku starts, but abruptly cuts himself when he's attacked as well.

Diesel fiercely defends his territory, causing the trio to trash the room as they fumble towards safety.

It all happens in a blink and in the dark, so they're quickly disadvantaged, and choose to retreat, slamming the door in their wake.

Sanji and Zoro wake up startled, and go to the main room only to discover Diesel happily trotting towards them, tail raised proudly.

Zoro blinks at the semi-chaos in the room, and lashes out at Diesel, "What the fuck ?!"

Sanji puts himself between the green-haired student and the cat. "Again, not under my watch."

Diesel rubs his sides against Sanji's calves and loudly purrs.

"Have you seen Jabra's face ?", Luffy asks as they're lounging at the coffee shop the day after.

"Yeah, I guess their hazing took a bad turn", Sanji snickers.

"They deserve it", Usopp comments.

Nami nods as she adds, "The CP shouldn't be allowed to do as they please on the campus. Somebody's got to give 'em a lesson someday."

Zoro grins. "I beat Kaku yesterday in kendo."

Sanji hums. "Speaking of which, it's rather strange that they didn't come after us."

Zoro smugly says, "That's because they know what I'm worth."

Sanji rolls his eyes and gets up from his chair. "Anyway, I have that test tomorrow so I need to go back home to study. You coming or what, mosshead ?"

"Sure", the other shrugs as he takes his leave too.

As they arrive at the dorms there's a commotion outside. They wander through the crowd and notice administrators of the campus delivering a speech. They get closer to hear what they're saying.

"-freshmen are respecting the dorms' regulation. So we're here for a general inspection, starting now."

Zoro and Sanji exchange a quick glance at each other, before making a beeline for their room.

Diesel is nowhere to be seen.

Sanji calls after the kitten, to no avail.

As the inspectors come by their room, Zoro feels like he's trapped and on the verge of being expelled from the dorms. He doesn't want to get into trouble because of the cat, and decides to put the administrators on another trail. "Um, I have something to confess", he tells them.

The leader of the inspection raises an eyebrow. "Ah. Breaking rules, already, Mr Roronoa ?"

"I know sports gear is supposed to be stored in the locker rooms at the gym, but... my kendo stuff is in the bedroom", he ducks his head.

"What do you have to say for your defense ?", the other inspector asks.

"It's a gift from a passed friend, and I know some lockers have been forced at the gym, and stuff got theft. I don't wanna lose my gear", Zoro explains.

"Hmm. Rules are rules, but I understand your reasons. You won't get a blame for this, but you're expected to move your gear within the week at the gym. We'll replace the lockers that have been forced and make sure it never happens again."

Zoro nods the affirmative. "Thank you, supervisor Momonga."

The inspectors quickly survey the rest of the room, and finding nothing else of interest, leave without further ado.

Sanji and Zoro exhale a sigh of relief.

Diesel comes out of his litter box just when the door is closed.

"There you are !" Sanji scrunches his nose as a wave of putrid odor shortly follows the cat's appearance. "Ow, man ! Usopp really did a great job."

"We would have been dead otherwise", Zoro concedes. "I can't believe such a small thing is able to produce such..." He makes a disgusted face. "Bleh."

The day after, at lunch, Usopp tells them that he heard the general inspection was sent after someone complained of having been attacked by a cat.

Everyone's thoughts wander back to Jabra and his scarred face.

"Do you think Diesel did that ?", Sanji asks Zoro.

Zoro shrugs. "Dunno." But he wonders, what if the cat actually did this to Jabra ? He's not a guard dog, but still, it would be the next best thing. "Hmm." Suddenly the kitten seems stronger, thus more interesting. Zoro's thoughts keep wandering to the ball of fur and Jabra's scarred face during the afternoon, and he even gets scolded because he's daydreaming in one of his classes. When he comes back home that evening, for the first time he looks at Diesel with curiosity instead of suspicion.

Sanji, of course, congratulates the kitten and showers him with hugs, pats on the head and scratches under his chin. "You've done well, you've done so well, my kitty cat", he praises him.

"We'll never know for sure", Zoro reasons.

Sanji shrugs, he's convinced Diesel did good. He disposes of the kitten on the floor and starts preparing dinner.

"What's for dinner ?", Zoro asks from the couch.

"Fish fillet and risotto with asparagus", Sanji answers, eyes trained on the shallots he's mincing.

Zoro hums in acknowledgement.

As he prepares the fish, Sanji cuts two small pieces from each raw fillet, and spares them in a bowl for Diesel. He mashes the fish with the back of a fork and gives a side-glance to see what the cat's doing.

He's on the couch, splayed on his back next to Zoro, who's playfully wriggling his hand over the kitten to tickle him.

Sanji catches him red-handed but quietly observes instead of taunting him, thinks it's a rare treat to see the marimo so peaceful. He decides to keep the bowl of fish for later, and let Zoro bond with Diesel. He smiles to himself as he resumes his cooking.

Zoro keeps playing with Diesel, quietly and discreetly, but still.

Sanji finishes dressing the plates with a topping of Parmesan chips, and balances them on one arm before moving to the low table in front of the couch.

They eat there, Diesel comfortably installed between them, and for the first time they don't fight or argue or anything during the whole evening, instead turning their attention to Diesel.

From then on Diesel starts going towards Zoro too, asking for his attention with little meows that the green-haired student finds cuter day by day.

One night they end up on the couch with Diesel nestled between them, and neither of them dare move for fear of disturbing the kitten. There's this stupid moment when they both caress the cat and their fingers touch. They linger for a moment before retreating, and both of them blush.

"Um...", Sanji says intelligently.

Zoro awkwardly coughs and pulls back.

"That never happened", Sanji mumbles behind his red cheeks.

"Uh-huh", Zoro nods.

But it keeps happening over the next few days, and eventually Zoro decides he doesn't care anymore.

Sanji's still troubled when Zoro's fingers graze his but it's different than the first time : now he feels teased rather than disgusted. The marimo's hand is surprisingly soft and warm, and Sanji finds his thoughts wandering in dangerous territory. Like, he wonders what the rest of his skin is like, he notices that Zoro doesn't stink that bad and actually smells pretty good, he- But he catches himself because he's not gay at all.

One night Zoro is on the couch, petting Diesel curled on his knees. "Who's a good boy ? You're a good boy", he praises him.

Diesel happily meows in return, his purring vibrating through Zoro's thighs.

Sanji smiles as he gives them a side-glance from the small kitchen. As usual, he spared a bit of food for the cat and mashes it in a small bowl. Then he serves Zoro's and his plate and balances all three meals on one arm. He dresses the table and puts Diesel's bowl under the table between them.

The kitten jumps down from the couch and earnestly dives in.

"Why don't you just buy kibbles ?"

"Because that food is crap, and my son won't eat bad stuff", Sanji explains.

"Your son ?", Zoro bemusedly asks.

"Yeah, I'm taking care of him so... you know." Sanji feels heat rising up to his cheeks.

Zoro chuckles, "I get it." Truth is, in the privacy of his own head, he also started to call Diesel his son, though he's not about to voice it aloud...

Diesel grows up fast and healthily, becomes a master hunter of flies and other insects.

Sanji and Zoro manage to hide his presence over the whole year, and ask to stay roommates for the next years in order not to disturb the cat. They bond over Diesel, and unnoticeably grow on each other – well, Luffy and the others do notice, and find it rather amusing that they don't.

But they can only study for so long, and their time on the campus comes to an end. At the beginning of their last year, Sanji asks Zoro, "What are we going to do with Diesel next year ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Well, he's obviously used to us both, what are we gonna do ? Joint custody ?"

Zoro laughs. "We're not divorcing ! Um..." Realizing his wording, he rephrases, "We're not parents tending to a child's care."

Sanji frowns at the mention of a divorce, and the allusion that they could be a couple. He swallows a lump in his throat and continues, "Still, I want to keep him and I assume you do, too."

"We just have to move in together then", Zoro simply says.

Sanji blinks.

"We've been roommates for years now, I don't see where the problem is."

The blond's mouth forms words without a sound, sentences he struggles to begin.

"What ?"

Sanji takes a deep breath and manages to stutter, "B-but, what if- what if people think... you know, th-that we're gay ?"

Zoro feels his heart tighten and frowns. "I don't care. I do what I want", he declares resolutely.

Sanji envies Zoro's careless attitude, and shakes his head in disbelief.

"Oi, you think being gay is that bad ?"

"N-no ! I'm not- I mean, I don't care about gay people, I'm just not one of 'em."

"Uh-huh", Zoro sarcastically nods.

"What's that, mosshead ?", Sanji fumes.

Zoro just smirks in return.

Sanji jumps at Zoro's throat and grabs him by the collar. "You stupid marimo", he mumbles through gritted teeth.

Zoro feels awfully close to the blond now, his face inching closer with every syllable that comes out of his mouth. The green-haired student's eyes linger on those lips, so good at swearing and smoking, and wonders what else they're good at. He unconsciously licks his own lips and leans in.

Zoro's nose brushes against Sanji's, making the blond still.

As Sanji doesn't pull back, Zoro keeps leaning in until his lips touch the other's.

There's a fleeting moment suspended in time, when nobody moves.

Zoro leans back a little, cracking one wary eye open.

Sanji blinks and chases him, kissing him more urgently.

Zoro growls and soon darts his tongue out to ask for entrance.

Sanji lets his mouth be claimed by the marimo, sighing into the kiss.

At some point they have to breathe though, and Zoro leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"What", Sanji stammers, a raging blush on his cheeks.

"Nothing", Zoro lies.

Sanji glares at his roommate. The roommate that just kissed him.

Zoro lifts a hand up to Sanji's cheekbone, runs the pad of his thumb along it.

Sanji closes his eyes and leans into the touch. He weakly protests, "But I'm not gay."

"Maybe... you're bi ?", Zoro provides.

"Maybe." That would explain why he liked the kiss so much. Sanji opens his eyes and says, "I'm frankly not used to being attracted to guys, it's- it's very weird."

"Don't worry, we'll take it slow", Zoro reassures him. "But when we graduate we find a nice flat and we move in, the three of us", he adds, a soft look on his face.

"That sounds nice", Sanji says, a grin appearing at the corners of his mouth. "What do you think, Diesel ?", he turns to the kitten.

Diesel meows, and purrs of contentment, curling into a ball.

[streetlight11]

The Hybrid

Summary: She was just on her way back home when she met a little kitty desperately seeking for shelter under the heavy rain. She decides to bring it home, not realizing that she brought home a hybrid who could shapeshift into a cute, young boy.

Theme: hybrid au, strangers to lovers

Genre: fluffy

Warnings: a smidge of male nudity

WC: 1.7k

Pairing: Hybrid!Jeongin x Fem!Reader

a/n: Here's a very short fic of hybrid Jeonginie! :))) Also, Hyunjinie's baaaaack 🥺🍀❤️

Being a part time university student and a full time worker is definitely not the easiest thing in the world but with enough motivation and perseverance, one is able to go through the difficult time if they keep their mind set and strong. With that being said, Y/N keeps this in mind whenever she feels tired or overworked.

Today was no different as she ended her night class and was just heading back home. She had just boarded off the bus and was walking towards her apartment building that was four blocks down when it started to rain heavily without a warning.

People started running for shelter and so did she. After she managed to hide herself under the roof of a closed tattoo parlour, she heard soft meows coming from somewhere.

She looked around, only to see a box that was drenched wet and was probably about to collapse anytime soon.

Suddenly, she saw a small head popping out for a second only to disappear back inside the box.

For some reason, she wanted to save the poor kitty as she left the shelter only to be drenched again in the rain. She carefully approached the box, only to see a beautiful light brown cat soaked in the rain just shivering under the box.

“Oh no, you poor baby…” She whispered as she reached out to pet the cat but instead it bit her wrist and hissed sharply at her.

She let out a soft wince but never pulled her hand away too quickly, causing the cat to stare at her with narrowed eyes, obviously not trusting her at that current moment.

“It’s okay little one, I’m gonna take care of you. It’s too cold out here isn’t it?” She asked as the cat hissed again.

Just then, a small smile appeared on her lips as she told the cat not to go anywhere as she quickly left to go to the small pet store down the road to get some canned cat food for it.

The kitty watched intently as Y/N looked left and right before running across the road. She came back about 5 minutes later with a plastic bag filled with a variety of cat food. She was happy to see the cat still there as it meowed at her when she came squatting back down in front of the box.

“Do you still not trust me?” She asked as she reached out carefully to put her hand in front of the cat’s face. The rain wasn’t heavy anymore but it hasn’t stopped either. The cat hissed at her again but it didn’t sound like the one before.

She left her hand there as she waited to see if the cat would finally give in to her.

It took the cat at least 3 minutes to slowly sniff her palm and fingers, and when it could sense that she meant no harm, it carefully pushed its nose against her cold palms. Y/N giggled as she gently scratched the cat’s cheek, making it purr in her hand.

“Come on, let’s get you a proper shelter.” She said as she kept the food in her bag, before she reached down to pull the cat out, only for it to leap into her arms.

She smiled as she soon carried it back to her apartment.

Once inside, she placed the cat down on the ground only to see it carefully scan her house. She giggled as she began to walk towards her kitchen, only for it to jump when she walked past it.

“Make yourself at home but please don’t poop or pee everywhere. I’m already tired from work and school.” She warns as the cat only meows as a response.

She kept the cat food in her cabinet, leaving one can out as she took two plastic bowls to put it’s food and water in it. After she was done, she placed it on the floor right at the edge of the hallway nearest to the living room.

“Come here.” She called as the cat came jogging down the hall.

It devoured the food and water in less than 10 minutes as Y/N had quickly changed out of her wet clothes and into a cozy oversized hoodie. After the cat was done having it’s dinner, she had a towel in her lap as the cat jumped into it after she called it.

She was just wiping the cat dry when she began to brainstorm ideas for a name.

“Since you’re mine now, what should I call you?” The cat began to purr as she thought of names.

“How about coco?”

The cat’s lips curled in disgust, making her laugh.

“Cookie?”

Nope.

“Brownie?”

Nope.

“Mocha?”

No.

Y/N sighed as she ran out of ideas. Just then, she figured to just settle with something easy for now since it wasn’t really a big issue to have names for a pet.

“You know what? I’ll just call you baby for now okay?” With that, the cat meowed as it nuzzled its head into her hand, making her stroke its fur softly. Without realizing, it has already been 4 months since she took in the beautiful brown kitty, in which she found out that it's a male.

However, during the past 4 months, she found it weird that sometimes her chores would be done and that her house would always be spick and span whenever she came home. But she never really figured out who did it.

It was a Saturday evening, she was just laying on her couch with her kitty on her tummy as she pats his head softly when it suddenly purred while nuzzling its head on her tummy. She giggled as she pulled it up only to meet her face.

“Give me kisses baby…” She said as it licked her nose and soon her lips. Her soft giggles made the kitty purr as it nuzzled it’s head into her neck.

A few days later, Y/N felt a really nice warmth engulfing her from behind. She unconsciously snuggled deeper against the source as she then felt arms squeezing their hold around her waist, causing her to finally come back to reality.

She frowned and got confused. Since when did she have a boyfriend?

She slowly glanced over her shoulder, only to see a handsome guy laying behind her, and he was… shirtless?

With that being said, she leaped out of bed with a short little scream.

It stirred him awake as she glanced down, only to accidentally see him in his pure naked form when the covers got pulled off his body. She squeaked in shock as she covered her eyes as she pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Wh-What! How! W-Who are you?! Why are you naked and in my bed?!” She peeked through her fingers only to see him still uncovered but he was slowly growing conscious.

“I’m your baby.” He said with a sleepy smile as he pulled the covers over his legs to rest it over his hip.

“You have got to be kidding me. I don’t have a boyfriend!”

“Not boyfriend, dummy. I’m your cat.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, unable to believe his words. Though she was pretty sure she saw a tail gently swaying behind his form and the cute furry ears on top of his head, she thought she was imagining things.

“You’re a weirdo. Get out.” She frowned as she pointed to her bedroom door, only for him to smirk.

“Why? Afraid to accept the fact that your kitty is a very good looking guy?” He asked as he got out of bed, only for her to squeak when he stood there naked, covering her eyes again before he stopped right in front of her.

She carefully pulled her hand away only to see him smile down at her, the corner of his lips tugging upwards sharply just like how a cat smiles.

He soon licked the tip of her nose, making her jump.

“Scratch behind my ear.”

“Why?”

Just do it.”

With hesitant hands, she reached up, only to scratch behind his ear causing him to purr as his tail moved in a soft fluid motion from left to right.

Just then, his hands rested on her waist only for him to start kneading her flesh. He always did this in his cat form so for him to do this to her now, it made her feel something weird pooling in her stomach.

“The name’s Jeongin by the way.” He whispered as her eyes darted up to him, only to see the smirk on his face.

With that, she pulled away from him only to find a men's sweatpants in her closet. He slipped the pants on and soon, he wrapped his arms around her waist only for him to speak up against the skin of her shoulder.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, making her blush in embarrassment.

“W-What?!"

“Ever since the night you took me in, I’ve been wanting to thank you for saving me but I didn’t know how so-”

“Is that why you’ve been licking my lips all these while?” She asked, only for him to nod bashfully.

Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up as he smiled, pulling away from her as he walked around to face her with a little pout on his face. She stared at him in disbelief as he licked the tip of her nose again but it was more like a little lick instead of a long strip.

She sighed as she found his eyes and soon spoke up.

“Fine, but just that. Nothing else, understood?” She warned, only for him to nod like a little boy.

With that, a bright smile appeared on his face as he cupped her face on both sides and soon kissed her passionately. She found herself melting against his lips as she couldn’t deny that he was such a good kisser.

Jeongin pulled away only to let his lips linger on top of hers as he whispered.

“Thank you for saving me Y/N.”

“You're welcome Jeongin.”

She proceeded to smile as she dragged him to bed only to force him back to sleep as they slept in each other’s arms. Never did she think this day would come where she finds out that the stray cat she rescued turns out to be a hybrid who was gorgeous in his human form.

~~~

[rreyie]

𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: after three years of not seeing eren due to his buisness in marley, you reunite with him only to find he isn’t the same person anymore, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is his desire for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! hair pulling, spanking, hate (?) sex, eren being an asshole, MAJOR season four/manga spoilers, vaginal, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fingering, oral (male receiving), f! anatomy reader, dom! eren, sub! reader

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/ nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: eren yeager, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i really struggled with what to name this, but i still think it turned out fine. this may be the dirtiest thing i’ve written so far but anyways, eren stans come get y’all juice

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it had been three whole years since you had last seen eren. as much as you missed those emerald green eyes giving you a playful glare from across the room, you certainly did not miss his careless demeanor.

it had happened after the girl shot sasha, your best friend. as you laid there sobbing on the floor, all eren did was laugh. no comfort. no “i’m sorry.” just a half hearted chuckle from that asshole of a man.

as you put her body in a different room, you walked out of the dimly lit airship to see eren sitting on some sort of box. through that mane of chocolate brown hair, you saw those emerald eyes again, only this time, they weren’t as youthful as they once were. they were tired. drained. dull. you didn’t know how else to describe that look.

“whatcha starin at?” he asked. his voice was barely audible.

your cheeks still red and eyes puffy from crying, you sniffle and manage to speak some words. “i’m looking at the jackass who was laughing at my best friend dead on the floor.”

eren chuckles. “i see nothings changed over the last three years, huh?”

you look away from him. you couldn’t bare to look eyes with him, especially now. he touches your arm. “come on now, look at me. i missed you.”

you swat his arm away. “shut the fuck up. why did you laugh? in a time that i needed you most you just sat there and laughed?”

eren laughs again. “haven’t you forgot, dear? i can see everything. i knew sasha was going to die before it happened.” you couldn’t stand his shit anymore. you jerk your body to face him, and raise your arm, looking directly into his eyes. you throw a punch at him, aiming directly for his skull, but his calloused hand stops you, making you look weak.

“heh, let’s not get too hasty here, dear-“

“quit calling me that damned nickname!” you shout at him. “i can’t talk to you right now. i’m going to bed.” his arm releases it’s grip on yours, and you angrily storm off into your resting place in the airship.

another few days passed, and you were coming back from the memorial service held for sasha. as you took off your army great coat, darker spots staining it from the rain pattering outside, a figure towers over you.

you look up and make contact with the entity, now figuring out that it was no other than yours truly, eren.

“well, want to talk now?” he asks. his voice was monotone, like nothing happened at all. you throw your coat onto a nearby chair, and storm upstairs to your room.

you eneter the room, which was pitch black, your tear-ridden eyes not processing anything you see. only a blurry mess of shadows and highlights. you throw yourself onto your bed and curl into a fetal position.

you wanted to throw up. first your best friend dies, and then your relationship was going down the drain... on top of that a world war was happening right before your very eyes.

a cold hand is pressed onto your back. you jolt at the contact, and see erens face looking down at you. you hadn’t taken the time to notice that he had cleaned up nicely, hair in a bun and cleanly shaved.

as your head tilts upwards, he presses his lips to yours, the unfamiliar sensation making your lips tingle. you let out a small moan and feel erens mouth curl upwards.

“well, i can tell even if you didn’t miss me, you sure missed my cock.” eren says. this statement caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed red. eren snickered, and continued to kiss you. eren inserted his slick tongue into your mouth, pushing and pulling your tongue in all different directions, mixing your saliva with his.

erens hand moved south, his finger just grazing upon your clothed womanhood. though your area was covered, you could still feel the friction of his finger and the fabric. he began to slide his hand inside the flimsy waistband of your pants and cupped your delicate womanhood.

letting out a soft moan at the contact, he began to grope and squeeze you in all the right places, and ran his index finger along your wet folds, already soaked with your slick.

“wet for me already, ain’t’cha princess?” he growls into your ear, warm breath sliding upon the exposed flesh of your neck. he moves his lips to your neck, and begins to gently suck, eager to mark you, similar to how an animal marked its territory. the gentle suction made you like putty in his arms, and you leaned into his chest. his heartbeat was beating right into your ear, giving you a sense of security.

unexpectedly, a finger slips into your walls. an “a-ah~” elicits through your lips. you shifted your hips to desperately try and feel full, even though only one narrow finger was inside you.

“only good girls get two fingers”, eren says. “are you gonna be a good girl for me? hm?” eren pushes his finger inside you more, hitting the plush sweet spot that was nestled inside you. you let out a pathetic little whimper as eren stretched you a little further.

“y-yes...” you stammer. eren began to pump his two fingers into your tight hole, as he felt his own arousal course through his veins, the fiery sensation talking over him and pulsating though him, going straight to his dick.

your thighs began to tremble as you were about to feel your orgasm, but then, right when you were on the cusp of reaching bliss, he carefully but slowly took his fingers out, his coated in your juices. he sneered at you, as your let out another whimper.

“h-hey...” you say, barely able to make words after your spoiled orgasm. “what w-was that for?”

“because you’ve been fucking around with me all week”, he responds, starting to unbuckle his leather belt. “all i’ve wanted this whole week was for your pretty little pussy to bounce on my cock, but you’ve been so stubborn that you wouldn’t even look my way. this is my payback. i’m going to absolutely fuck your brains out tonight.”

your spine shivered at the thought of you being here all night being used as erens own personal pocket pussy. you didn’t want to know how many rounds you were in for tonight, since eren never stops until he’s tired.

before you knew it, erens belt was off, and you were sitting on the bed watching him did himself of his shirt. his perfectly toned abs were semi-visible in the moonlight, the ripples of skin or bones creating a masterpiece. his hair was nearly free of the bun at this point, but you wouldn’t dare notify him of this.

eren folds the belt and gives it a little whack upon the bed, giving a crack.

“strip”, he commands. “now.”

you obey his words, and pull of your shirt without hesitation, followed by your cargo pants, leaving you in your bra and panties only.

erens gaze turns predatory as if he was a lion and you were the antelope. he flips you over almost effortlessly, and grabs your ass.

“dear god, i missed this...” he groans. “your ass is gonna be all red after i’m done with you.”

you clench your eyes, bracing for impact. you knew exactly how this was going to go down. eren cracks the belt down onto your left ass cheek, and you yelped at the impact. he did it again, the pain soon quickly melting into pleasure with each snap.

sure, eren could be a bit rough in the bedroom sometimes- no, scratch that. he could be super rough. but he always knew where the line was to be drawn. or at least he used to know. you only knew that this man had been deprived of sex for the time he was in marley, so he was likely craving some sort of intimacy. and now that he had you, he wasn’t going soft this time.

as soon as the last crack of the belt had ceased, he threw the belt down and kneeled over you.

“suck me off”, he demanded.

you flipped yourself over this time, and got level with erens member. erens black boxers had a throbbing bulge in the center. as you pulled his boxers down, his cock immediately sprang up, and slapped against his stomach.

boy, eren always had a nice dick. it was pale, but a vein ran through the side, and connected to the red tip of it. he hasn’t shaved down there in a while, so the seemingly primal hair that laid at his base was expected.

you grasped his cock that was eagerly waiting for attention, and moved your tongue along the shaft, placing kitty licks on the tip. you felt eren twitching under your touch. you wanted to tease him to compensate for your lost orgasm, to feel him writhe and beg to cum.

eren grew impatient with the kitty licks and tongue work that he grabbed a fistful of your hair and jammed your mouth onto him. you gagged at the sudden movement, the tip touching the back of your throat. he moved your head back and forth, using your spit to guide you along.

you took in his whole length. it was painful, but totally worth it to see his expression on his face. cupping his balls, you played with them, moving around the sensitive skin with your hands.

“i-m gonna c-cum...” eren warns you. you try and pull off so he wouldn’t make you choke. eren resists, only pulling you closer. his cock spasms, and releases a load of cum into your mouth. you were nearly choking on cock, the salty taste reaching every corner in your mouth.

you swallow it all. eren pulls out his cock, still hard even though he just came. he takes hold of your shoulders and pins you down on your bed.

“don’t worry princess, i’ll compensate for that lost orgasm this time.” he said, an evil smirk on his face. yup. you were in for it.

he quickly takes your bra and panties off before starting, and takes note of the giant spot of arousal in the bottom of your panties before he slides them off. he unclasps your bra and gives your breasts a quick little squeeze before pumping his cock a few times and lining it up at your entrance.

“p-please, be gentle...” you whisper.

eren laughs. “not a chance.”

he thrusts into you, his whole length unexpectedly filling you to the brim. letting out a groan, he thrusts into you again. it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. you grip the sheets beside you.

“i missed the feeling of your little pussy...” eren growls. he continues to thrust, smashing his hips into yours as he fucked you with no mercy at all.

lewd sounds of skin slapping a guttural wet sounds filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, moving your hips so he could get a good angle. his dick begins to touch on your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly. the pressure on your spongy seeet spot was enough to make a loud moan escape from your mouth.

“m-more!” you yelp. eren heeds your command as you felt his balls slapping against your ass ruthlessly. “oh god, please, eren! please!” erens pace quickens a little bit more as you feel the burning sensation of your orgasm about to take over. you cum right on his dick, the creamy liquid spilling out of you and coating him so he could glide into you with ease. eren still has a bit to go, and while making an effort to cum, he only thrusts harder, causing you to cum yet again, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“ngh- oh fuck...” eren stammers, as he bottoms out into you, shooting thick ropes of cum into your hole.

you lay there panting, eyes almost shutting. but eren isn’t anywhere near done yet. his dick gardens yet again, and he continues to thrust.

“e-eren... please no more...” you gasp, trying to contain yourself as eren slammed into you again and again.

“no”, he says raspily. “you’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ week. you need to be punished for this.” his tip kisses your cervix, causing you to grimace. “turn over.”

you tried to move, but your legs were like jelly, unable to move after all the previous sensations you were feeling.

“dumb slut. let me help you.” eren places you on your tummy and re-aligns himself at your entrance, and jams his throbbing dick into you. your ribbed walls were clenching around him tightly, which only made him encouraged and want to go harder, deeper, if that was even possible.

your vision turned foggy upon your third orgasm, toes curling and all.

“ngh- aah!~” you whimper, feeling numb and helpless. something about eren using you as his own personal fuck toy made you seem to cum a little bit quicker than the last times you’ve had sex. maybe it was the control he had over you, the domination.

“oh, did my little whore cum for me again?” eren groans. “louder. i want this entire hallway to know exactly what we are doing in here. let them know how good i’m fucking you.”

eren gives a tug at your hair, making your head turn around and look him directly in the eye. he had a wicked sneer painted across his face. he purposely hits your sweet spot again, making a string of high pitched moans and whimpers fill the room, maybe even the whole hallway as eren instructed you to do.

your noises were the final straw that eren had. he quickly pulled out and flipped you over before jacking himself a few more times, and letting his cum splatter across your face and chest. your vision was so foggy at this point that everything was just a big cloud of white. as you regain your vision, you see eren laying over you, his brown hair messy and eyes filled with love.

“you’re not gonna just leave me like the others, right?” he questions you as he kisses your naked collarbone. you’re completely out of breath at this point, and all you can do is nod.

“good.” he grabs a towel that was sitting on your nightstand. “i hope you never leave me, to be honest.” he cleans up his release combined with sweat that was puddled on your body.

“n-never.” you stammer.

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The Stars Aligned For Us

Shy, social outcast Kim Dahyun wishes for a best friend to somehow magically appear in her life (spoiler alert: her wish comes true).

sana x dahyun (+ other twice pairings)

fluffy and angsty 

sfw

Chapter 1

It's a gloomy evening in Seoul, and Dahyun has decided to spend the day curled up on the couch of her tiny apartment. She had been watching movies and dramas since she got home from class around three hours ago, waiting for the rain to pass over. The rain had stopped maybe twenty minutes ago, but Dahyun wasn't quite ready to depart from the warm, cozy couch. Scooping up another handful of popcorn, Dahyun shovels it into her mouth while giggling at the funny scene playing on the TV in front of her. She hears the front door leading into the apartment jiggle, and quickly searches for the remote to pause the drama as she doesn't want to bother her roommate. Her heart speeds up and her sweaty palms pat the blanket and cushions of the couch as she blindly feels for the remote. Dahyun's roommate, Chaeyoung, rounds the corner of the hallway leading to the living room, the girl a bit wet from the rain.

"Hey," Chaeyoung smiles, kicks her shoes off and leaves them at the shoe cubby at the end of the hallway. She reaches up and gathers her long, shiny black hair in her hands. Chaeyoung makes a sound of annoyance as she ties it into a low ponytail: her previously styled hair now disheveled from the rain.

"Hi." Dahyun replies. "H-How was class?" Dahyun almost rolls her eyes at herself, frustrated with how even the smallest interaction makes her flustered. She wipes her sweaty palms on the knit blanket draped over her body, her empty hands making her realize she never found the remote.

Chaeyoung shrugs, makes her way across the room and into the kitchen joint to the living room. "It was okay: kinda boring. Would've been better without the rain." Dahyun's head is spinning with anxiety, so she just musters out a noise of acknowledgment. She saves herself the embarrassment of stumbling over her words. Chaeyoung grabs a glass of water and some seaweed chips before announcing her plans to go study. Dahyun nods in, again, acknowledgment and watches Chaeyoung disappear into her bedroom. Dahyun lets out a sigh; the interaction is over but she's still dizzy.

Dahyun's phone, which had been sitting on the coffee table, suddenly starts ringing. Startled, Dahyun slaps on hand over her heart while the other reaches forward and snatches the phone up. "Ah, hello?"

"Hello, Dahyun-ah you sound flustered," its Dahyun's mother on the other end.

"I was talking to my roommate. I didn't expect my phone to ring so suddenly."

"Oh, okay. Finally you're talking to someone. Are you still eating lunch alone?"

Dahyun sighs, her lips pulling down into a frown. She feels a heavy burden settle on her shoulders as her mom starts her daily lecture. "No, mom."

"Why not? What have I been telling you?" Dahyun's mom starts. Her tone is firm, but has an underlying sense of care towards her daughter. "You want to be alone. Hm? You don't want any friends?"

"No, I do..."

"Then why aren't you making any?"

Dahyun's shoulders feel heavy and she sinks back into the couch. Her stomach twists, heart sinking. "I don't know. Mommy, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, Dahyun-ah. I want you to enjoy college. Study hard, but it shouldn't be the only thing you do. Make time for friends, too, okay?" Her mom reasons.

Dahyun nods to herself, "Okay. I'm gonna go on a walk: its been raining all day and I'm tired of being pent inside. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Alright, go eat dinner Dahyun-ah. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye."

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About fifteen minutes later and Dahyun finds herself at a local park only down the street from her apartment complex. As expected, the gloomy weather leaves the park empty. Walking straight through the park, Dahyun follows the hiking trail the runs alongside it, leading deep into the forest at the edge of the park. Dahyun knows the park and trail like the back of her hand, as Dahyun had been brought her a lot in her childhood by her grandparents. The thing was; Dahyun's hometown was about an hour or so away from the college she was currently studying at. However, her grandparents only lived about fifteen minutes from the college, so she was quite familiar with the area as she grew up her every summer. Dahyun thought to herself about how she would have to call them soon, perhaps tomorrow after classes were done.

Suddenly, a small black cat runs in front of Dahyun. A friendly creature it was, it comes right up to her and paws at her feet. "Oh," Dahyun gasps, bends down to scratch the feline on its chin. "Are you lost?" the little things collar jingles, and Dahyun reaches towards it. "Ah, your name is Mercury? Hello, Mercury. Let me see who your owner is..."

Miss Celestia, it reads, followed by an address... The address traced back to a shopping center only a five minute walk away, instead of a home address. Dahyun furrows her eyebrows at the strange name. Was it American, maybe? "How am I supposed to return an American her cat if I can't speak English?" she wonders to herself. Regardless, she scoops little Mercury into her arms and heads for the entrance to the park.

Mercury doesn't put up a fight, instead seems to purr and bury it's little face into Dahyun's chest as she is carried. Dahyun runs her hand through the soft, silky black fur. As Dahyun turns out of the park and onto the street, she spots an older woman further down the street. The woman is shaking a small box of kitty treats, and calling out for mercury. Dahyun calls out to her and picks up her pace, meeting the woman half way.

Strangely, Dahyun finds that the woman is in fact Korean; and not American. "Ah," she exclaims. "You found my little Mercury. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome; it's no problem, " Dahyun smiles kindly. She makes a move to hand Mercury over, but the lady reaches out a frail hand and gently touches Dahyun's arm. Dahyun freezes, a small shiver running through her body as she looks back at the little old lady.

"Dear, do you mind doing me one more favor?" She asks, her brown eyes glinting under the sunlight that has finally started to peek out from behind the clouds.

Dahyun shakes her head, "I don't mind. What would you like me to do?"

"Can you carry Mercury back to my shop for me? It's right down this road; it isn't far at all." The woman points down the street, her little hand shaking a bit. "Mercury is stubborn, she won't stay put if I hold her. She seems to like you, darling. "

Dahyun smiles, she thinks the elderly lady is as cute as a button. "Sure, Miss Celestia."

The woman, a bit taken aback at first, looks at her for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. Her little eyes turn into crescents as she looks up at the young girl. Miss Celestia leads the way, making small talk as she tells Dahyun about how Mischievous Mercury escaped the shop. "Ah, she sounds troubling," Dahyun says once the story is finished. Mercury, almost like she knows, lets out a meow.

"Hmm, sometimes she is," Miss Celestia tells her as the two near her shop. "However, I found her after my husband passed. I believe she is a gift from the gods." Miss Celestia kisses the cat's little head, before opening the door into the shop. Dahyun looks up at the sign hanging by the door, reading Celestia's Tarot Shop.Dahyun follows her inside, where she finally sets Mercury down. The cat meows, pretty green eyes casting upwards to look at Dahyun.

"I'm so grateful that you found my Mercury. I don't know what I'd do without her," Miss Celestia comes over and gently takes Dahyun's hands into hers. "Thank you, Dahyun."

Dahyun smiles back at her, the realization that this lady somehow knows her name starts to hit her as the lady turns and rushes over to a tiny table situated towards the middle of the room. "Come, sit. I would like to return the favor."

Shocked, Dahyun follows. She sits across from Miss Celestia, silently watching as the woman whispers to herself. Dahyun looks around the room, inspects the crystals and gems and candles that sit neatly along decorative tables and shelves. Back on the table Dahyun is sitting at, she notices a thick book, stack of tarot cards, and a little pink crystal. Miss Celestia holds her hands out, smiling kindly at Dahyun. "Give me your hands, please, dear."

Hesitantly, Dahyun brings her hands up and onto the table, slowly bringing them to the elderly lady. Soft, wrinkled hands encase themselves around Dahyun. "Because of your kindness, I will grant you a wish." She reaches over with one hand and picks up the pink crystal. "I have enchanted this Amethyst crystal to grant any wish you have," Miss Celestia gently places it into Dahyun's hands. "I sense that you want love and friendship in your life, so I present you this crystal. It will bring them to you."

Dahyun runs her thumb over the smooth surface of the Amethyst, eyes wide and staring at the elderly lady in surprise. Miss Celestia closes her eyes, squeezes Dahyun's hands gently. "Do not stress, dear. You are one of a kind and people will gravitate to you as you are. Carry light and kindness in your heart, and love will come to you." She opens her eyes. "Go on, make your wish."

With one hand still holding Miss Celestia's and the other grasping the crystal, Dahyun brings her free hand to her chest and holds it tight.

School has been difficult and I've been lonely and depressed. I wish for someone to come into my life and stay by my side; a best friend. 

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

[vventure]

Rainy Anniversary

Original Request: anon - “Imagine coming home. he is soak and upset about something. you asked him why and he pulls out a plastic bag. he puts the bag down and take out the box. opening it there’s a cake. a ruin cake that has ur anniversary on it. (for aone pls cause he a baby)”

Pairing: Takanobu Aone x gn!reader

Word Count: 656

All characters are 20+

Warnings: none, Aone is sad for some of it

A/N: So I absolutely love this prompt. I included Aone being a construction worker because I felt it fit really well into this! I know it’s short, but I hope you like it! :) Also, in my edited version that I evidently didn’t post, I changed the Hello Kitty umbrella to a duckie one, but honestly, any gender can carry a Hello Kitty umbrella and that’s the that on that hehe

Tags: @mysticrainpain​ @allywritesimagines​ @baby-boy-taichi​ @cuddlyasahi​ @soft-haikyuu​ @letmeshouyou​

Cold rain was thundering against the pavement as you made your way along the route from the train station to the home you shared with your boyfriend. Your body was on autopilot as you dodged puddles and other pedestrians, while also trying to keep the small take-out box in your hand dry under your Hello Kitty umbrella. It must have been a sight to see.

Inside the small box was a fresh serving of kuri kinton for your sweetheart, Takanobu Aone. Normally, you’d make the dish yourself, but things had been hectic with work so you opted to pick it up from his favorite restaurant on the way home. It was your anniversary after all. 

Earlier that morning you’d exchanged small gifts: a handmade tote and furoshiki for him for work, and a delicately crafted metal crane for you. Instead of buying each other something, you’d opted to make your gifts. 

When you thought of it, it was probably why things had been so hectic.

But you’d never forget the sparkle in Takanobu’s eyes when he took in your careful knitting in his favorite color. You’d cried when you opened the package containing the metal crane.

He was just slipping behind the front door of your home as you rounded the corner onto the walkway leading to it. You watched the door shut with an indignant yelp, trying to jostle the items in your hands to get to your keys.

Apparently, the stoic man had heard your protests and peeked his head out from between the door and the frame. You smiled and dashed toward him, slipping into the safety of your dark home. Flipping on the light, you opened your mouth to greet Takanobu but stopped short when you took in his appearance.

The tall man was soaked to the bone, his normally bulbous tobi trousers sticking to his legs and hanging heavily against his ankles. You could hear the squishing of his shoes as he stepped to the side and shucked them off; his socks were see-through. 

Unzipping his useless wet jacket, he revealed a plastic bag with a misshapen object inside, obviously crushed from the weight of the damp fabric pressing it against his chest. 

He looked absolutely crestfallen as he squelched over to the kitchen counter and placed the parcel atop it. You ignored the water dripping onto the floor from his person and followed him, gingerly placing your pristine take-out box next to his mangled one.

When he opened the box, you let out a sad sigh; inside was a small cake with beautiful yellow frosting, but the writing was ruined and it was smashed in the middle. You could make out the letters “A-N-N.” He turned to you, leaning over and pressing his forehead onto your shoulder with a sniffle.

“What happened, sweetheart?”

“The new job site is farther away from the station. I forgot my umbrella today, I didn’t know it would rain,” he explained, his voice choked up. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed into his ear, running your hands down his slick arms. “It’s okay, let me start a bath for us.”

His only response was a sniffle, but he lifted his head from your shoulder and opened the box you’d brought home, instantly burying his hands in his face while his body shook faintly. You startled, then wrapped your arms around him from behind, effectively soaking your front.

“Don’t be upset, baby,” you mumbled into his strong back muscles. “I’m so grateful you thought of me, and it’s okay that it didn’t work out. I love you all the same.”

His body stopped shaking enough for him to turn around and cup your face, then pulled you in for a soft kiss.

Taking his hands, you led your sweet, thoughtful, sensitive polar bear to his sanctuary: in your arms.

[a-totally-creative-username]

Are you kitten me?

Patton finds a tiny, black kitten in an alleyway during a rainstorm. He just can’t let that poor thing suffer and ends up taking it home. His roommates aren’t really happy about the new, temporary, addition towards the household, even if Patton’s allergies have yet to act up and they all start to fall in love with it.

Words: 2127

Ships: None

Patton is in the middle of walking home from work when he hears it. A small, sad noise that he manages to just about hear over the pouring rain. He immediately stops and listens for it to come again. He waits for a few seconds and is just about to give up and write it up to his imagination when he hears it again. He locates the noise quickly and starts running towards that direction without hesitation.

Once arrived, in a very small and dirty alley way, he looks around wildly. It doesn’t take him long to find the source of the sound. A small, adorable, very wet and sad looking kitten that is trying to hide from the rain under a nearly soaked through cardboard box.

Patton feels his heart melt while observing the tiny cat. It doesn’t seem to have noticed him yet as it is too pre occupied from trying to stay dry. It doesn’t succeed and soon the cardboard is soaked through and leaves the cat in a wet puddle.

Patton just can’t watch another second of those sounds and takes off his jacket, holds it over his head and starts nearing the cat. As soon as it notices him it starts trying to look intimidating and hissing at him.

It accomplishes nothing except make Patton fall even more in love with it. Mentally he is already going through an adoption and naming process for his new friend when he finally starts talking to it.

“Hey there kitty! Sorry to scare you like this but you seemed for me a little wet on your luck! Would you let me dry you up a little and help you get back onto your feet?”

The kitty stares at him for a few seconds as if trying to figure out how genuine he is before meowing loudly and slowly walking towards him and underneath the dry jacket.

Patton is just star stuck over the fact that he managed to get this cat to come with him and can’t even attempt to stop smiling as he takes the kitten, that he calls Anx according to it’s collar (well actually Anxiety but he refuses to call this baby a disorder), towards his home. The fact that Anx started cuddling and rubbing at him almost immediately doesn’t help his growing love towards it.

Now he can do nothing but hope that his roommates won’t mind a new addition!

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Alright, so they did mind the new addition a little bit. Or maybe more than a little bit. Patton doesn’t even get their issue! Anx is adorable and didn’t do anything but be the cutest cat he ever met anyway! He, Logan explained that it is a male cat, flipping fell asleep in the middle of the argument and started softly snoring into Roman’s coffee!

Even Logan had to take a second to regain himself from this beautiful sight before being able to argue against them again. Roman had issues with the situation but it was cute! He kept claiming that the cat had actually drunk from his mug until he noticed that he was caught and acted as if he fell asleep, but that’s just ridiculous!

There is no real reason to not allow his new friend to stay! Patton agreed to cover the costs, his allergies doesn’t seem to react towards Anx (and isn’t that just a sign from the universe to keep the little puffball?!) and they have more than enough space left in their apartment for the new roommate.

In the end it’s Patton’s and Anx’s combined puppy dog eyes and adorableness that gets them the win.

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It’s been three days. Three days off looking after Patton’s new companion that he brought surprisingly into their lives and that he, as the most mature person, had to look after for that same amount of time.

Logan, surprisingly, doesn’t dislike the cat. Anx is an interesting and thoughtful addiction to their lives. Yes, he meows loudly when ignored and in need of attention, a way out of the apartment or food, but otherwise he remains mostly quiet and generally just seems to hover in the general direction of whomever he feels in need of attention of.

He does get closer and sometimes tries to climb into a person’s lap, but leaves as soon as he gets a negative reaction as if he could understand them. At least, that is the normal reaction towards avoidance of his affections.

His momentary actions stand in direct contrast towards his past behavior and are nearly enough to get Logan to reevaluate his results. Because the cat is laying right on top of his laptop and his research papers.

Logan left for exactly twelve minutes and thirty-nine seconds to help Patton with a spider related issue before coming back into his room. Before he left, he made sure that everything was at its place on top of his desk. Now that he returned the objects still remain in place, but with the addition of a cat on top of it.

He and Anx stare at each other for several minutes before he breaks it off and moves towards the cat. He tries to get his laptop out from underneath Anx but only gets a hiss in response as well as a half-hearted swipe for his fingers. Curious. Anx had yet to show signs of aggression towards anyone until this moment.

They continue this game for a few more minutes before Logan starts to fell his exhaustion, that naturally comes after over sixty hours of being awake. He can’t seem to stifle a yawn that Anx seems to notice, if his narrowed eyes are anything to go by. He is just about to try working again when he finds himself in his bed and underneath Anx who is curling up on top of him.

His attempts to free himself only earn him a few hisses as well as slight claw marks in warning. Well, it seems like he will remain there for a while. He reaches over and manages to grab his astronomy book. Might as well read a little bit to pass the time. Might as well read aloud for Anx, he has responded positively in the past after all.

Ten minutes later, they are both fast asleep.

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“Nothing better to start the day than a nice coffee and a new play to memorize- what the?! You! Patton, come and get your hell beast!”

“What’s the problem Ro? Awww, Anx is sleeping on your script! How adorable! Let me get my camera, this is one for the scrapbook!”

“NO! This is absolutely NOT adorable! You might as well name him Cerberus because I’m as likely to get my script back before he finishes napping as the undead are to escape hades and walk the earth again!”

“Well now you are exaggerating. If you really wanted to you could just lift him up and grab your little script, kiddo. He weighs less than a sack of flour!”

“It doesn’t matter what he weighs as long as he has those daggers that you dare call claws! If he really wanted to he could kill all of us easily, but you would probably call even that cute and let him do as he pleases!”

“Well in that case you should really be clawful around him! At least he only wants that script and not you!”

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Roman looks carefully around the apartment. He searched through every room that wasn’t locked in search of his roommates. They of course said that they both would be occupied until well after noon and not back in the shared apartment until dark but one could never be too careful.

After finding no one but the little furball in the living room Roman relaxes and goes into the kitchen to make himself his special sandwich.

He knows of course that neither of his roommates would say anything against him eating his world-famous double meat loathe sandwich, except for Logans remarks that he was going against his died, but they really didn’t need to know about that. So what I he cheated with his died? It’s his body! He can do as he wants!

He sits in the living room and is just about to bite into the deliciousness that he created when the damn cat appears in front of him to stare into his soul and judge his every action like he always does! Or maybe he just wants to beg for meat...

They engage in a fierce staring contest for a few endless seconds before he gives in and sacrifices a few precious scraps.

“Fine, but only this once! It’s not like I like you or anything! This is only so you don’t rat me out to Patton you cat in the hat, understood?!” He stares him into the eyes until he feels judged enough that he feels the need to add something, “Alright, it is also a thank you for preventing me from reading that script in time for auditions. I would NOT have wanted to play that role! I do not know how you knew that the play was that homophobic but you did.”

They fall into a comfortable silence afterwards were they both enjoy their meal until there is nothing left and they can do nothing but lean back and rest. Anx comes to curl up on his lap and he is so satisfied that he completely forgets his dislike for his hairy roommate and starts to scratch him.

Soon he starts pouring his soul out to the little devil and feels the relief from unpacking all his problems onto a safe source.

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They are all in the apartment on a lazy Saturday when they hear the knock on the front door. Patton and Logan don’t move from their position with Anx, who is lying on Patton’s lap and getting scratches and attentions from them both, so Roman goes.

He opens the door to a tall, lean man that is dressed as if he just stepped out of a eighteenth century drama in black and yellow. He is just about to ask his intentions when the man begins talking.

“I am incredibly sorry for my intrusion upon your peaceful day off, but I fear you have something that belongs to me.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all and Roman is just about to ask what he means when the man nudges him aside with his shoulder to get inside of his apartment and continues talking, “Or rather, someone.”

He doesn’t stop until he is in front of a very confused Patton with a now hissing Anx underneath his hoodie. The stranger kneels down in front of them and begins talking to the cat of all people.

“I totally don’t know why you are angry with me” a hiss, he pauses and begins nodding knowingly, “You are right, lies have no place here at the moment. My apologies.” Roman and Logan start exchanging looks over the weirdo talking to their cat, Patton continues watching the conversation interested, while Anx comes out of his hiding place enough to stare at the man.

“I am sorry for what happened, I shouldn’t have yelled at you over something so insignificant and I really shouldn’t have sent you out into the pouring rain. You deserve better than that. I overreacted and shouldn’t have let my bad mood out on you.” An indignant meow is to hear from the cat that is now sitting on Patton’s knees. The man just nods as if contemplating the answer.

“Yes, that too. I promise to not do so again and treat you as more of an equal from now on. I already talked with the landlord and you will be written into the lease for the apartment.” The stranger and Anx stare at each other before the former deflates.

“Please come back, these past few weeks have been truly horrendous without you. I am not sure how long I could stand to keep this up. I miss you.” That, surprisingly, seems to do the trick as Anx looks up at Patton and upon receiving a nod, climbs into the stranger’s hat that had been laid out for him to be escorted out of the apartment without further notice.

What?

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It is two weeks later that Patton sees the stranger again, followed by a shorter, dark haired man with a familiar collar around his neck.

He catches his gazes and starts smiling and waving at him. The man seems surprised for a moment before starting a shy smile of his own and waving back.

Patton is just happy to know that Anx is happy and healthy. Maybe they will meet again someday in human form and become friends again.

[perditaalottachocolate-blog]

The Collector 2

Summary: When Adrien and his cat leave for university, the Agreste mansion suddenly becomes a very empty and quiet place. What better way to bring back some joy and laughter than to take in a new cat? Or two? Or three? Five at most. But why stop at five when you have such a fine feline collection? Besides, Gabriel has never known when to stop, has he? 

Part 3 of the Felinotherapy Series. Also on AO3 / Fanfiction.net

(Part 1 - “New Kitty on the Block”) (Part 2 - “Felinotherapy”)

Happy Birthday, @goblin-alchemist​! I hope you like your Gabe gift, wink wink.

An enormous thank you goes to @sheeoni​ , for her invaluable beta-reading assistance!

>^.^<        >(^w^)<       =(^ ‘ x ‘ ^)=

It started innocently enough. Adrien graduated from lycée and left for Cambridge, taking Lady Noir with him. She was his cat, after all. Gabriel never would have thought that their absence would bring such silence and emptiness. The mansion was a huge house; one teenager and one cat couldn’t possibly have made such a difference. And yet, even with Emilie at his side again, Gabriel felt something was missing. Was he turning into an old softie after all these years? Nah, impossible. 

Still, even Nooroo’s mood seemed more wistful. Lady Noir was like a younger sister to him, and she certainly knew how to keep the violet sprite occupied. After Gabriel had dropped his second gig as a supervillain, both of them suddenly gained plenty of free time—more than they could fill with work. Seriously, had Gabriel known supervillainy was such a demanding job, he’d have been more reluctant to terrorize a city in search of magic jewels—which he had never gotten in the end, anyway. 

Although not obtaining their Miraculous had stung, Gabriel took solace in the fact that nobody had discovered he was Hawkmoth since he'd just stopped appearing. Despite akumas no longer being a threat to the city, Ladybug and Chat remained in the public eye, and had apparently become a couple. It didn't take long before their relationship caught the attention of the media, and in their eagerness to supply the public with breaking news, they'd prioritized the superhero couple over figuring out what had happened to the gaudy akumas and the apparent shortage of supervillains.

While Gabriel still had his fashion empire, his brand and his family, Nooroo did not have any job other than being a kwami. And maybe Gabriel should have let him slumber inside the Butterfly Miraculous, but the truth was he’d grown used to the magical company. The sight of Nooroo frolicking with Lady Noir had always warmed his heart; he liked having the sprite around. 

So in the end, it was that need to fill the gaping hole left by Lady Noir that brought it upon them. 

=(^ ‘ x ‘ ^)=

It was a chilly evening but Gabriel decided to take a stroll nevertheless. His steps took him to Champs Élysée. Just as he was walking by a dark alley, he heard a faint squeal. He stopped, intrigued. Nooroo popped his head out from Gabriel’s pocket and listened intently. 

Something mewled miserably behind the trash bins and cardboard boxes that occupied the narrow space. The containers shook and another desperate wail broke the silence. 

The sound was so doleful Gabriel’s heart clenched. His empathic powers weren’t even required for him to know the creature needed help. Yet the alley was dark, and he couldn’t find the source of the noise. 

‘Can you see anything, Nooroo?’ he asked his companion.

The kwami shook his head and, without further prompting, he flew to investigate the stash of boxes. He phased through the cardboard just as the first droplets of rain splashed on the pavement. Gabriel reached for his umbrella, but before he could open it, Nooroo called him. 

‘In here, Master!’ He hovered over one of the containers. ‘I need help, she’s trapped.’

She? 

Careful not to make a sound, Gabriel creeped closer and raised the box. Underneath he found the most pitiful cat he’d ever seen. It was a bit bigger than Lady Noir and more round in shape. Its fur was dull, dirty and wet. Gabriel could only guess the cat’s hide must have been silver once, as it looked a bit like a Russian Blue, but now it was a toneless grey. 

The cat looked tired and scared, but it didn’t flee at the sight of a huge man. Maybe it was already done with running, and was just seeking help?

‘We can’t leave her like this, Master,’ Nooroo turned to Gabriel with his big pleading eyes. 

‘Can you understand her?’

‘Not really, just her emotions,’ the kwami admitted. ‘She’s scared and exhausted.’

Gabriel could clearly see it for himself. He crouched and extended a hand. The cat sniffed it once, twice, then tilted her head to rub against his skin. 

Slowly Gabriel took off his jacket and placed it on the ground. ‘Can you tell her we can help her if she comes with us?’ he asked Nooroo. 

The sprite pursed his lips. Then he flew to the jacket and plopped himself in the center waving invitingly at the cat. Hesitantly the animal followed and settled next to the kwami.

‘I’m going to take you somewhere safe and dry,’ Gabriel promised softly. ‘We’ll take care of you.’ 

Gingerly he wrapped the jacket around the cat and Nooroo. Pressing the bundle to his chest he walked back to the mansion as fast as he dared. 

When they returned home, Emilie gasped at the cat’s state; she barked a few orders to the staff. Soon, a bath and fresh towels were ready, followed by a nourishing meal and a comfortable basket where the now fluffy and content cat finally found some rest. 

Chomp Élysée—what Gabriel had decided to name her despite Emilie’s complaints—turned out to be a grateful companion. She wasn’t as lively as Lady Noir, preferring to nap in sunbeams instead of chasing Nooroo over in Gabriel’s study. She purred up a storm when petted, but she always hid her tummy and chomped on anyone who dared to try and stroke the area. She also ate twice the amount Lady Noir would typically consume, which was reflected in her round shape.

‘You need to restrict her diet, dear, or soon she won’t be walking but rolling,’ Emilie would chide Gabriel, but every time Chomp Élysée came demanding food, he simply could not refuse her; the cat’s distressed look in the alley was still too fresh in his memory. 

Maybe he was going soft after all? But Chomp’s happy purr and easy company finally brought back some of the lost joy from his and Nooroo’s life.

>^.^<

They say the more you do something, the easier it becomes. It turns out this same principle works for cats very well. Gabriel had never been more reluctant than when he’d decided to allow Lady Noir into his home. It had taken a lot of time for her to weasel her way into his heart and heal his soul. Taking Chomp Élysée in was a bit simpler precisely because of the Lady Noir experience. Moreover, Emilie didn’t object to the mansion’s newest dweller, and even helped take care of the cat. 

So it really wasn’t such a big surprise when a few weeks later, Gabriel arrived home with not just one but two scrawny striped cats. Emilie didn’t say a word, yet her look was more guarded this time. However, an unexpected ally—Chomp Élysée—left his wife no choice but to accept the newest additions to their flock. The grey cat inspected the pets, gracing each with a friendly lick over their pink noses. She took them straight to her bowl. She held Gabriel’s eye as she allowed the hungry kitties to devour every bit of food in there, including two helpings. Then she nudged them in the direction of her basket and curled with them as the proudest mother hen. It was a miracle in itself that three cats could even fit in there.

Thus it was settled that the Agreste family had just gained two new members: Pusskin and Shakespurr. The cat corner in Gabriel’s study expanded to accommodate two more pets, their beds and a cat tree. Unlike Chomp Élysée, the new cats knew how to have fun. Suddenly Nooroo had his nubs full with keeping an eye on the feline writers. 

That was also the last time Emilie allowed for punny names, which was a shame because Gabriel had enough for a herd. Purrudence, Tabbytha, Margaret Scratcher, just to name a few for the ladies, or Fuzzinator, Catapult and Miraclaws for the boys. Such a waste. Even Clawsby was out of the question. 

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Someone would say that three cats were a crowd (that someone being Emilie), so the circumstances of the next arrival were a bit unclear. One day a golden maine coon—Croissant, by Emilie’s insistence—just showed up at the mansion’s door. He regarded the Agrestes with his astute green eyes and took over as if the house had been always his. Gabriel supposed Emilie allowed this because the maine coon was basically a feline version of Adrien—from the slender posture to the fine blond fur, from the poised manner to the unnerving green gaze, there was something in Croissant that made it impossible not to fall under his charm. 

Of course, the fact that Croissant curbed Pusskin and Shakespurr’s temper helped a lot. Croissant hadn’t done anything in particular, yet he became the ultimate leader of the feline family. It took one growl from him and the mischievous kitties toned down their shenanigans in an instant. 

And since Croissant was definitely Emilie’s cat, she couldn’t really object when he brought Macaroon home. She was without a shadow of a doubt his partner and shared his intelligent gaze. Her eyes were deep blue. She must have been of Birman breed—not the kind usually associated with strays. Emilie and Gabriel went through no small amount of trouble to find out if anyone was looking for a lost maine coon or a birman cat, as they didn’t want to be accused of stealing other people’s pets. However, in the end it seemed both Croissant and Macaroon had no previous homes or owners. 

Five cats became the point where Emilie drew the line. True, their house was big, and with Adrien abroad they had a substantial supply of space, time and love to share, but enough was enough. 

‘We don’t want them to take over, do we, dear?’ she jested observing the cat colony in Adrien’s room, that had been redecorated to suit the feline needs. 

Confident that the cat limit was firmly established, Emilie left for England to check on their son and to spend some time with her sister. 

Gabriel decided not to tell her that barely three days after her departure he’d agreed to foster Athos, Portos and Aramis (at least he’d kept his promise with their names). It really wasn’t like he’d had any choice in the matter: Gorilla found the first one wandering around the patio, Nathalie then located a box with the second one next to the dumpster. The third decided to sleep under the limousine’s hood and it was a miracle he was discovered before he was grilled on the engine. 

The three musketeers were black with white collars and paws. They might have been brothers with their identically fluffy tails and impressive whiskers. They preferred Gorilla’s company, yet since his wife was allergic to cats, Gabriel graciously decided to let his bodyguard keep them in the mansion. There wasn’t much difference between five and eight cats,  after all. 

=(^ ‘ x ‘ ^)=

What was a lonely ex-villain supposed to do in an empty house? Spoil his cats of course! If it wasn’t for Nooroo and Croissant’s joined efforts, the pets would have walked all over him—especially Pusskin and Shakespurr. But somehow, the cats could always pick up on Gabriel’s mood and knew not to push him beyond his limits. 

Besides, whenever he felt wistful or sad, at least two felines accompanied him. Emilie had been gone for about a week when he let Chomp Élysée into his bed and the other cats followed. He loved how soothing a cat’s purr was. Chomp would settle at the foot of the bed, while Croissant and Macaroon took over Emilie’s side. Pusskin and Shakespurr each secured Gabriel’s legs, while Athos, Portos and Aramis usually fought for a place on any of the pillows. And once Gabriel sank his nose into the soft black fur of a musketeer, there was no way he could throw the cats out of his bedroom. Goodbye, headaches— welcome, good night’s sleep. 

Gabriel’s only complaint was that Chomp would wake him up at dawn with a bite on his big toe, demanding that he feed her, while rousing the rest of the feline family in the process. Gabriel would then descend the stairs to the kitchen, knee deep in cats, who rubbed at his shins affectionately—not so subtly urging him to move faster. 

One day though, Chomp Élysée didn’t wake him. Gabriel blinked the sleep away from his eyes, gently lifted a sleepy Portos from his chest, and looked around. No sign of Chomp in the bed. Gabriel appreciated routine greatly, so immediately he started to worry. He went to the kitchen, the rest of the cats at his heels. He picked Chomp’s favorite food and banged her bowl loudly and repeatedly, but she didn’t come. He left the other cats wolfing down their breakfast and set to look for his first cat.

When he finally found her, in her basket, under his desk, the mystery of Chomp Élysée’s recent appetite and shape was revealed. Gabriel was now the proud owner of twelve cats. 

>^.^<  >^.^<  >^.^<  >^.^<

The kittens were the cutest thing Gabriel had ever seen, baby Adrien excluded. Chanel, Dior, Givenchy and Ricci—absolutely punless nods to his favorite designers—were four little balls of grey fluff. They had him wrapped around their tiny claws in a blink. 

Having them around was so much fun. He could watch them play for hours, with their wee fluffy tails and clumsy movements, sweet mewls and an appetite for life rivalling their mother’s drive for food. Gabriel began to reminisce on how he used to watch little Adrien the same way. He briefly wondered when his son and Marinette would produce a grandchild for him—not that he’d ask, mind you. They were still so young, barely starting their adult life. Besides, he had sworn he’d never be one of those parents, but still it would be delightful to hear baby steps and giggles echoing in the mansion’s cavernous hall. For now Gabriel settled for miniature paws and excited squeals of the four most adorable designer kittens ever.

Yet good things rarely last long. Just as Chanel and her siblings got bold enough to start exploring the mansion, with their mother’s tender supervision, Emilie announced her return. Not only that, she bore auspicious news of Adrien and Marinette’s engagement (yay! one step closer to that grandchild). The happy husband-and-wife-to-be were returning for their break at the same time as her, and Emilie already decreed a dinner with the Dupain-Chengs should be held at the mansion upon their arrival. 

Under normal circumstances Gabriel would be overjoyed to finally get his human family back. There was just one teeny tiny problem—he was eight cats over the limit his wife had set. He was almost sure he could persuade her to keep what he started to think of as probably the biggest cat herd in Paris, but the dinner party was something of an obstacle. Not the best way to introduce new and unauthorized members of their household. He needed a cunning plan.

That’s when Nooroo stepped in with his brilliant idea: Gabriel just had to transfer the surplus cats to the only place in the building no one would visit—his former lair. Before Hawkmoth had risen to power it had been a neglected sunroom, forever waiting on renovation, but now it would do nicely as the cats’ den with a special nursery section for his little treasures. 

Nathalie and Gorilla turned out to be very helpful in furnishing the ex-lair. With some broom work and a fresh coat of paint what was once an akuma hatchery became a feline paradise. Cat trees, scratching posts, tunnels, shelves, beds, baskets, fountains, toys—only the best for Gabriel’s kitties. The team effort allowed the cats to be moved a few days before Emilie’s arrival, giving their pets the necessary time to adjust to a new place. 

The plan worked like a charm. The cats were happy to explore their new playroom and they didn’t even feel inclined to leave the lair. They had everything they needed there. Gabriel had his favorite armchair installed in the sunroom as well, so that he could spend some time watching the cats, and maybe even take a comfortable nap during his lunch breaks.

>^.^<

The celebratory dinner was in full swing and Gabriel was nailing it. He had finally found a worthy match for his pun game in Tom Dupain. The resulting pun-off was definitely the highlight of the evening. The ladies were chuckling, the youngsters were groaning. The only present felines included Lady Noir, who meticulously inspected every corner of the dining room, and Croissant with Macaroon. The two cats decided to act as the guard of honor for Emilie, flanking her chair and chirping happily at their favorite human’s return. The looks on Marinette and Adrien’s faces were priceless.

Everything went smoothly until Lady Noir’s tail turned into bottle brush. Croissant and Macaroon exchanged worried looks. Then all three cats bolted for the door and disappeared. Gabriel seemed to be the only one to notice. He surely was the only one to understand where they’d gone. He excused himself from the company in order to check on the situation in the secret room.

He found all thirteen cats in the lair, all right. Thirteen tails bristled and lashed behind them. In front of them, on the window frame was a pigeon. And not even Mr. Pigeon, just one of those flying rats. It dawned on him that this was the reason for their odd behavior, and Gabriel snorted out a laugh at the ridiculous sight. Unfortunately, it startled the bird, and the stupid creature decided the safest plan of action would be to dive inside a cat lair.

Thirteen pairs of eyes followed the pigeon’s trail inside the dome; thirteen throats uttered a growl. Within seconds, the cats sprang into action, and all hell broke loose! The pigeon, sensing eminent danger, did the only sensible thing it could—it decided to hide in a nest. Only it wasn’t a nest, but the neatly trimmed hair of one Gabriel Agreste. The man yelped, the cats attacked. 

Gabriel went down under the onslaught, losing balance thanks to a vicious kitten which attacked his shoelace (as if it had anything to do with the pigeon taking refuge on his head). The bird apparently had enough brains to know when it was outnumbered, and finally flew outside, leaving the man and his cats in a disoriented heap of limbs, tails and claws. 

And then someone cleared their throat. 

Gabriel raised his eyes to the door. Everyone was there—the Dupain-Chengs, Adrien, Marinette, and Emilie. Tom and Sabine wore matching grins, while the kids were rather horrified. 

Emilie smoothed her dress and raised a brow—it meant an inevitable private conversation would soon follow. For now, however, his wife slid back into the perfect hostess routine. Well, almost.

‘And this, Sabine, used to be our sunroom, where my husband now keeps his hoard of cats,’ she said without batting an eyelash.

‘Awwww,’ Sabine coed, as Gabriel started the process of untangling himself from the said hoard by removing Dior from his jacket’s pocket.

Tom released a mischievous chuckle and stroked his mustache. He looked Gabriel straight in the eye and said, ‘I believe, dear Emilie, the proper name is a meowntain.’

The designer bristled at that; he had just been humiliated in front of his guests! His secret was out, but he saw a chance to save his face. He couldn’t allow for anyone to defeat him on his own turf!

‘I’ll have you know,’ he drawled, pulling himself up to his full height and brushing cat hairs from his clothes, ‘this is not a meowntain.’ He wrinkled his nose in disgust. 

‘This-, ‘ he proudly opened his hands and gestured to the feline paradise and his collection of pets, ‘-is haute cature.’

 -(^The End^)-

[moonprincemulti]

You Are Always Mine - Prologue

- 12 Aug 2020

- prologue of a serie (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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Chan shivered as he stepped outside the studio building, pulling his hood over his head as it was pouring rain. It was another one of those dark rainy autumn days, and Chan always disliked how wet and windy it was. Almost as if the weather was punishing everyone who went outside. Chan took a deep breath, building up some courage before beginning to walk home. Luckily his apartment wasn't that far from the studio, but with heavy rain and strong wind, Chan would be soaked anyway. 

Chan kept his head down, not having to look where he was going to know the way. He tried to walk as fast as possible, wanting to get out of the rain, but got distracted as he walked past a dark alley. Did he hear it right? Chan stopped and turned around, slowly walking to the alley. Chan then heard it again, a soft meow, coming out of the dark part of the alley. Chan took his phone out of his pocket, trying to shield it from the rain as much as possible. He turned on the flashlight, shining it around to get a better look. 

The alley was filled with boxes, trash and some random neglected furniture. He took a few steps further, pointing his flashlight at every dark corner he could find. Another meow, this time a bit louder. Chan began to get curious, as the meows got louder everytime he stepped further into the alley. When his flashlight suddenly reflected against two small cat eyes, he knew he had found the source of the meowing. Chan carefully came closer, seeing a young cat, curled up against a box.

"Hey buddy.. are you okay?" The cat meowed again, hissing softly at Chan. Chan bit his lip. "I know, the rain is horrible.." Chan studied the cat, seeing one of the front paws covered in blood. The cat wasn't moving it or putting weight on it, and it didn't look good. Chan took a deep breath, reaching out to pet the cat. "Hey bud, I'm going to help you, okay?" The cat hissed louder, the ears folding back and its fur standing up. "I'm sorry, I'm not gonna hurt you. You don't have to be scared.."

Chan tried talking to the cat, knowing it probably couldn't understand, but he hoped his voice would calm the cat down. He gasped as the cat lashed out, scratching Chan's hand. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.." Chan shook his hand to forget the pain, quickly reaching out again to grab the cat. He luckily could grab the scruff of the cat, lifting it up as the cat went weak. Chan was happy he had watched a few veterinarian programs on TV, because now he knew that grabbing a cat's scruff wouldn't hurt it. It wasn't the best way, but Chan hoped he could help the cat atleast. 

Chan opened his coat and stuffed the cat inside, holding it close to his chest. "Alright, bud. I uhm... I don't know any vets in this neighbourhood so.." Chan got up, the cat being clearly anxious, hiding more in Chan's coat. "I'll just take you home first before I find some vets.."

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Chan closed his door behind him, the cat letting out a soft meow. Chan chuckled softly and opened his coat, carefully grabbing the cat to take it out. "Here we are.." The cat hissed softly as Chan carried it to his bed, quickly grabbing a nearby towel to dry the cat off. The cat meowed loudly, clearly being upset about the situation. "I'm sorry buds, I'm drying you off and then I'll take a look at your paw, alright?"

Chan slowly uncovered the cat's face from the towel, but let the rest of the cat's body stay under the towel. Chan smiled gently, looking into the cat's eyes. "Will you stay here? I'll grab my first aid kit." The cat meowed softly, panting slightly as it was anxious. Chan nodded and let go of the cat, quickly walking to his bathroom to grab the kit. 

He was relieved as he came back as the cat had only moved to hide under the towel. He sat down on the ground next to the bed, carefully lifting the towel. "Are you okay? Can I look at your paw?" The cat looked at Chan, still panting. "You're scared.. poor kitty.." Chan petted the cat softly, hoping to calm it down. He glanced at the bloody paw, seeing a bit of barb wire tightly wrapped around it, the spikes pricking deep into the skin. 

Chan took a deep breath, covering the cat's head with the towel but leaving the paw uncovered. The cat lied down, and Chan felt like the cat was allowing him to treat his paw. Chan opened the first aid kit, getting out the necessary things, beginning to carefully and lovingly help the cat.

Chan chuckled as he looked at his improvised cat bandage, biting his lip because he was not sure if it would stay on. "Well.. If you don't move, it might be alright." Chan peeked under the towel, softly petting the cat with a smile. "Thank you for letting me help you. I hope you aren't in too much pain now." Chan heard the cat mew softly, letting him stay under the towel to rest. He got up and closed the kit, bringing it back to the bathroom and throwing away the used stuff. 

He felt his stomach rumble, putting a hand on his belly. "Hm.. should I order something?" Chan walked to his small kitchen, which was nothing more than two counters, a sink, a small stove and a minifridge. He opened his fridge, seeing how empty it was. "Well.. I guess that means yes.." Chan glanced over at his bed, looking at the towel that showed the countours of a cat. "I guess you must be hungry too.. but no pet stores are open at 11 at night.." Chan closed his fridge, opening his cabinets, finding a can of SPAM.

"Hmm... I'm not sure if this is healthy but.. it's meat.." Chan took the can, opening it and putting a bit in a bowl, mashing it so it was broken into smaller pieces. He walked to the bed, lifting the towel slightly. "Hey buds, do you want this?" Chan offered the bowl to the cat, and to his suprise the cat sat up, beginning to eagerly eat the SPAM. "Good. Good kitty." Chan smiled and sat down next to the cat, grabbing his phone. He shivered as he remembered his wet clothes. "Right.. after I order I'll take a shower." Chan took a deep breath, ordering some food for himself. "Twenty minutes... that's enough to shower." Chan quickly undressed, stepping into the shower to warm himself up after being soaked by the rain.

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After dinner, which was more of a midnight snack, Chan locked his door and shut the curtains. He climbed into bed, the cat lying at his feet. Chan smiled and snuggled into the blankets, warming up slowly. Chan closed his eyes and sighed, relaxing as he began to fall asleep. He felt the cat move a bit, curling up against him, but he was already to sleepy to react. That night, Chan dreamt about something in his past, stirring around as he slept. It wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't a happy dream either. It was uncomfortable, a bad memory. 

He then felt arms wrap around him, someone spooning him from behind. He made a small sound, thinking it was part of the dream. Chan felt the memory disappear again as he felt the person hugging him more tightly. Chan let out a deep breath, smiling in his sleep as he then got a nice dream. The rest of the night he had the feeling he was constantly being hugged, but just before he woke up in the morning, the feeling disappeared. Chan's alarm went off, waking him up from his deep sleep.

Chan groaned and smashed the button, silencing the alarm for the next few minutes. He sighed and hid his face in the pillow, not really in the mood to get up yet. As he felt something soft and fluffy in his face, he opened his eyes, seeing the cat rubbing up against him. He chuckled and softly patted the cat. "Morning buddy. I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Chan sat up and ruffled his hair, petting the cat as he slowly woke up. 

"You know, I had a weird dream last night.. as if someone cuddled me.. it was nice though." Chan hummed and smiled. "Sadly enough it was just a dream. You're just a little kitty, you can't spoon me, hm?" Chan looked at the cat, who meowed at him. Chan nodded. "Yeah.. breakfast. You want some more of that SPAM?"

[hermionemonica]

Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 27

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <-26 | 27 | 28->

Day 27 — Kitten Noir (Chapter by @lalunaoscura)

“No, my baby.”

Marinette pouted.

“Please, mom? Let me keep it.”

“We can’t adopt a cat, Marinette!” Sabine said a little amused, watching her daughter nesting the tiny orange cat she was holding in her arms.

“It will stay in my room and I won’t let it get in the bakery and-”

“Princess, we would love to let you keep the cat, but you know we can’t. You do understand, right?” Tom asked.

Marinette sighed, but nodded.

“Can I at least keep it tonight since it’s raining? Tomorrow I’ll take it to a shelter.” she promised.

Sabine and Tom exchanged a look.

“It can’t leave your room. And you will have to clean your room tomorrow.”

“Deal! Thank you maman, thank you papa, I love you!” She screamed, excited, and ran to her room with the little cat in her arms.

She was coming back home after spending the afternoon with the girl squad when she heard the little meows from the kitty. The poor thing was wet and shivering from the rain, so she grabbed her jacket and made a nest the best she could to warm the kitty.

While she was walking back home under her umbrella – actually, Adrien’s umbrella, she knew that her parents couldn’t let her keep the stray cat, but she couldn’t let him stay in the rain and die.

It needed to be protected until she had the chance to take him to a shelter.

She grabbed a towel and dried off the kitten, slowly. After that, she made a little nest inside one box with a pillow and tons of fabrics so it would be really warm for the little one.

She watched the little kitty discovering its new nest and smiled, caressing its head.

“Marinette!”

“Yes, maman!”

“Dinner, my dear. And we can do something for the kitty too.”

“I’m coming!” she said and turned to the cat. “You stay here and nap, okay? I’ll be right back.” she caressed it again. “Good baby.”

*

“You see, I came to ask if you want a cat to sleep with you, but I see that you already got one, my lady.”

Marinette raised her gaze from her phone to her boyfriend, still transformed and smirking.

“What can I say?” she said, smiling while scratching the kitty sleeping on her collarbone. “It’s cute and it purrs.”

“I am cute and I can purr!”

Marinette giggled and Chat landed on her bed. Tikki, who was on Marinette’s head, smiled at him.

“Hello, Chat Noir!”

“Hey, Tikki!” He picked her up with his hand when she flew to him. “Did you take care of my lady?”

“Not as well as you, but I did!” Tikki teased and both teens blushed.

Crawling on all fours, he approached Marinette and lay down beside her, putting his head on her shoulder.

“You’re surrounded by cats now,” he said.

Marinette turned her face to his side and kissed him gently.

“Not yet. There is one that is missing,” she spoke against his mouth.

He detransformed and Plagg flew to nuzzle Marinette’s cheek before he went to the tiny cat sleeping on her.

“It’s weird.”

“It’s a cat, Plagg.” Chat said, scratching the cat’s head.

“Still weird.”

“It’s not weird, it’s a cute baby cat, Plagg!” Tikki sighed.

“I thought I was your cute baby cat, sugarcube!”

“Urgh, why are you so annoying?” Tikki said, leaving the bed.

“You love me!” Plagg said, following her.

Marinette looked at Chat and they both laughed.

“So is that a thing? The cat is always annoying the ladybug?” Marinette asked.

“What can I say? We love our bug, tho.” he pecked her lips and sat down on the bed. “So, who’s the cat?”

“It was outside the bakery. I brought it inside because of the rain. I’m trying to find a good argument so I can keep it.” she sighed sad. “But my parents won’t let me.”

“You live in a bakery, I thought that animals were forbidden.”

“They are, but I have been taking care of a cat for months and my parents never found out about it,” Marinette smirked. “I was thinking about hiding this little one on my balcony somehow.” She raised the cat.

“I thought I was the one taking care of you.”

“Nah, I just pretend so you would stay.” She teased and offered the cat to Chat. “Do you want to hold it?”

“We should give it a name.” he said, grabbing the cat and nestling it in his arms. “We can’t keep calling it ‘it’.”

“I don’t think we should. I mean, I can’t keep it.” Marinette said with her voice a little sad.

“Hey,” Chat held her chin with his index and thumb and made her look at him. “I know you want to keep the kitty, but you already have a lot of responsibilities. You are Ladybug and the guardian, besides… we will finish school soon.”

“Yeah, it’s true. And I know it will find an amazing family to take care of it, right, baby?” she caressed the kitty’s head. “So, suggestions?”

“For what?” he asked, his mind was too busy looking at Marinette being the most precious, kind, cute and amazing girl.

“For the kitty’s name?” she chuckled. “What?”

“I just want to kiss you so much right now for no reason.”

“And we need a reason to smooch?” She teased, approaching her face to his.

“Not at all.” He cupped her face and was leaning in to kiss her when she put her finger against his mouth. “What?”

“I don’t think we should kiss in front of the baby!” she whispered and put her hands on the kitty’s ears. “It’s so tiny and innocent!”

Chat rolled his eyes and giggled.

“You’re a teaser, woman.”

“No kisses until Kitten Noir is sleeping,” she said, taking the cat from his arms.

“Kitten Noir?” Chat gasped.

“Yeah, why? The name fits the baby so well!” She held the baby against her face and pouted. “Right, baby? You love your new name, right?”

The kitty meowed.

“It agrees.”

“Or it is screaming for help.” Chat shrugged.

“That’s it. We’re breaking up.”

“Hey, you are the one that is using my nickname to name our kid!”

“I want our kid to have your name, it’s that too much to ask?”

He didn’t reply but Marinette was too enchanted with Kitten Noir to notice.

“That’s what you want?”

“Hm?” she asked.

“Put the name of your husband to one of your kids.” he said seriously.

She looked up, looking at him, suddenly serious.

“I don’t know. I just… I had names for my kids with Adrien, but it was silly.”

“Tell me.” he approached her, eager to know more. “The names.”

“I-” she blushed. “Why do you want to know this? You really want your girlfriend to tell you about her silly plans with another boy?”

He wanted to smack himself. How did he forget that she didn’t know who he was under the mask? That the reveal was one sided only?

“You’re right. Gonna ask another thing then,” he brought his face close to hers and smirked when he saw her swallow.

“Y-Yes?”

“The names for our kids.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Give me some time. We just started dating,” she caressed his face and he turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand.

“Okay, you have three days. And I’m going to pick this little one…” he grabbed the kitty and lay down on the bed, getting comfortable. Kitten Noir was on his chest, exploring his shirt. “Come here, let’s cuddle.”

He opened his arm and Marinette couldn’t resist. She put her head on his shoulder and they talked and played with Kitten Noir.

The next day, when she handed the kitty to the new owner, she felt a little sad. But when she got the text Chat sent to her, her heart melted.

[😽]: You’re an amazing mom.

[😽]: Kitten Noir will have amazing parents like us.