#my cat has really loud purrs like this and guests are ALWAYS surprised by it

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Galladrabbles - Shapeshifter!Ian Firecrotch!AU masterpost

Hello, beautiful people!

I decided to do a masterpost for this Galladrabbles series to that I can collect all the episodes :)

I have no idea how long it will be, but we will see!

Drabbles under the cut with the prompts :)

Prompt: Spoiled

He couldn’t admit it back in the Southside, but Mickey always knew he was a cat daddy.

So, when the huge orange tabby started harassing him until he allowed him in his apartment, he happily let him in.

“Alright, Firecrotch, here’s your tuna,” Mickey scratches the cat’s head. “You are a big, spoiled fella ain’t ya?”

Firecrotch purrs back and gets to his back paws to reach Mickey’s chin and rubs it with his head.

“Oh, you really like me huh?”

Mickey could swear Firecrotch grinned at that.

“Guess I’ll keep ya.”

Firecrotch meows mischievously.

His plan worked just fine.

Prompt: Comfort

It was a fucked up day for Mickey so when he comes home and is met by Firecrotch’s loud purring he can finally smile.

Mickey always leaves a window open so that Firecrotch can come and go whenever he wants, especially when he is at work. When Mickey is at home, though, Firecrotch is always there for him.

He lets the cat headbutting him and Mickey kisses his furry throat, smiling at the trembling from his consistent purring.

Being comforted by Firecrotch is surely great but not enough.

Mickey opens Grindr looking for a quickie.

Firecrotch does not like it.

Prompt: Fresh

Mickey’s attempts to hook up with randos failed miserably since Firecrotch is his regular guest.

After the last guy had to run from his apartment with fresh cuts on his hands and arms, Mickey understands that his fucks cannot happen at home.

He grabs his phone from the counter -and he could swear that Firecrotch was reading that open conversation, but then again, this bratty cat is driving him mad recently.

“You are lucky you are cute, Red,” Mickey chuckles, while leaving.

As soon as the door closes, Firecrotch is out of the window with a precise location in mind.

Prompt: Heat

Mickey is where he has to meet his hook-up, a black guy with dreadlocks who promised him a BBCTM , a sweet Big Black Cock.

He waits for ages -10 minutes, he is nobody’s bitch and he waited too long already and when he is about to leave, he hears a warm voice from behind.

“Mickey, right?”

“I never gave you my name-“ when he turns, Mickey is surprised to see a redhead guy instead. Hot, sure, but not what he was expecting. “This an ambush?”

Redhead smirks. He can feel the heat already. “Nah. Just, MilesBBC-89 couldn’t make it.”

Prompt: Back in Time

If Mickey could turn back time, he probably wouldn’t agree so quickly to have this ginger stranger -Ian- following him home.

It’s completely out of character for him to trust someone like that. Especially in those circumstances.

He only remembers protesting very weakly when Ian offered himself instead of MilesBBC89.

It’s his scent -it confuses and arouses him like never happened before. He feels like he is under a spell he can’t break.

“I warn ya. My cat is an asshole. He’ll scratch your ass outta the apartment,” says Mickey, looking for his keys.

Ian grins. “I highly doubt that.”

Prompt: Shadow/Moody/Buttercup

While Mickey is expecting his moody cat to jump on Ian the moment they enter the apartment, what happens instead is the redhead pinning him at the wall.

The truth is, he is so pent-up that he won’t protest anyway.

Not when Ian’s scent inebriates him so much.

Not when Ian bites his neck and scratches his back like this.

Not when Ian purrs, moaning that he couldn’t wait to have him.

And, sure, Mickey understands instant attraction, even for one-night-stands, but what the hell is going on between them?

“Who the fuck are you?”

“The best you’ll ever have.”

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S i e b e n  S i n n e (Seven Senses) III

⋆ pairing: catking!san x reader (x human!woo young)

⋆ genre: yandere au, fantasy au, suggestive

⋆ trigger warnings ⚠️ strong language, yanderish behaviour, possessiveness, violence

⋆ words: 3,500

a/n: last part of this journey, don’t forget San is more like a soft yandere... I know some of you won’t be happy with the ending but it was too much fun haha

part I  part II  part III

⋆ „But I won’t ever be able to turn into a human again.“ 

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You definitely felt more energy while being in the body of a real cat but also the castle seemed to be much more distant now. You didn’t even know how to turn back into the other form so you just ran until the walls came into your view that shielded the gardens of the castle from outside.

It was very easy to just jump up and use your claws to get steady on the surface. Being a cat was indeed fun but you wouldn’t want to get used to it.

Emerging the building you were confused on how to enter it because all the doors seemed to be locked. After a little while of not knowing what to do you decide to descend some balconies and stop in front of a large room where a big desk was set.

Was this San‘s workspace?

A meow escapes you without knowing when you see a chair turning and San looks outside only to see you leaning against one of the big windows with your paws.

He frowns and stands up to open the window to sniff the air. „(y/n)?“ You try to shy away from him but he’s quicker to take you into his arms and press you against his chest while closing the window again. He sits down on his chair and places you on his lap to look at you with heartily eyes.

„I should be angry that Hong Joong came back here without you but I see you seem to have a little problem there...“ You purr at the feeling of him caressing your (y/h/c) colored fur with pleasurable motions.

„You can still talk you know?“

You lick your paws out of instinct and shriek a little bit when you feel something itching in San‘s lap. Jumping on to his desk you sit down in front of him muttering. „It happened when I wanted to go into the shop and now... I don’t know how to turn back.“

This makes the cat king laugh out loud and he bops your little cat nose. „It’s ok. I was afraid something happened to you...“ His eyes are full with worry but it vanishes as quickly when he stands up to take you into his arms again. He kneels down and with a small push he rolls you over and you feel yourself changing back.

You lay on the ground your tail swinging quickly while you examine your body. „Oh, thanks!“ You smile at him and he hums at you.

„I hope you had a nice day anyway. After this the next time you get out of this castle I will be the one on your side.“ Worry takes over your features and you are afraid he would do something to Hong Joong for not being careful enough.

„Don’t worry. Hong Joong is one of my dearest friends. If something happened however...“

There was nothing you could do now then wait. And you did until the day you woke up and knew soon you would be free again. Hopefully everything would go smoothly today.

Woo Young didn’t know how long he layed in the grass of the wide meadow he woke up but he was sure there wasn’t much time left when he saw the hectic pace of the towns people and the carriages that passed him.

Disoriented he literally lived the past days like a stray tomcat looking for you in all places. It was only when he emerged an older woman with gray cat ears that he decided to ask what the ruckus was about.

„Oh boy where do you even live? Today’s the wedding of our king choi and his beloved (y/n)!“ She smiles and gives him a flower after leaving the boy standing there dumbfounded.

„Oh my god...“ You were in the palace.

He demonized the mask seller for not telling him this important information and started to follow the way of the carriages like a maniac.

Standing in front of the big gate guards were quick to push him back when he tried to casually walk inside the royal grounds.

„No trespassing for uninvited!“

He waited a second after another cat bowed down in front of the guards to tell them he was late for the kitchen help. It was pretty obvious when he imitated this action to them earning him a questioning look by the guard.

„I am here for the kitchen help!“

„Sir Min Gi! The chef is asking where all the servants are!“ Min Gi debates with himself for a second when he utters something and points for Woo Young to enter.

„Today everything has to be perfect. Men, get back to work and you, tell the chef there’s help coming.“

Everywhere he can hear cheering and laughter while the castle is in full festival mood. He wanders around trying to find a tip for your location and comes to a halt when two equally rich clothed people pass him in a hallway. He quickly looks to the ground bowing but not misses the gaze of the man with the black ears and tail.

Woo Young mirrors the glare with a bad feeling not knowing who this person was or why he could swear he smirked after he saw the boy.

He continues his way through the corridors and just when he swears he saw a white fabric a servant stops him. „You! We have to get ready and why do still not wear your clothes?“

„I ehm ...“ He stutters and the man rolls with his eyes annoyed. He turns Woo Young around and pushes him into another direction ranting about how everything is messed up now and that they should better hurry up.

With all the guards and servants around having an eye on everything he gives up to look for you. He has to get you when the ceremony starts.

You find yourself in front of a mirror all dolled up the necklace on your neck feeling like it’s suffocating you. A sigh escapes your shaking lips when Ye Ri comes in to announce that it’s time for you. Joy is busy picking on your gown and hair to make sure everything looks perfect while you are praying every second your plan works.

Soon you would be back to your own world. Living with your mom and going back to school. Seeing Jang Mi ranting about you and having Woo Young to annoy you every chance he gets. You stick to the memories like they could vanish out of your head any moment.

And then the door opens and you’re getting outside into the big gardens where the ceremony is being held. Music starts to play and you can see all the guests turning their heads to your direction where you try to not faint.

Everything is decorated like you would want it to at your imagination of a perfect wedding. The guests look mostly rich and their ears twitch in excitement at the arrival of the bride. Turning your attention back to the end of the path where he is standing.

San looks devilishly handsome. He gasps when he sees you and you also forget to move for a moment. So much beauty wasted on a man like him.

Cat. He’s a cat. Don’t forget that.

Making your way to the podest where he’s standing you hear the little remarks some of the guest make and start to feel insecure.

„She’s so beautiful! Look at her ears and tail I bet she has the prettiest fur...“

„And to be this lucky! King Choi looks breathtaking like always!“

San takes your hand in his when you shyly look up to him. His tail is swinging agitated from side to side tingling with yours occasionally.

From the outside you two probably had to look like the perfect match but you knew how cruel the king could be. The pastor finally starts his speech while San doesn’t take his eyes off you any second.

You on the other hand focus your gaze on his tie mind really blank the whole time. Only when you’re asked to answer you look up to him seeing his shining orbs and suddenly the man announces you to cats in marriage with the guest awaitening the magic kiss.

San carefully takes your hands in his and looks at you promising. Then he leans down and his lips collide with yours in a sensual way leaving you no option to kiss him back. He feels soft and his tongue provokes to claim your mouth with a longing force. He embraces your waist and kisses you for god knows how long leaving you with a bubbly feeling in the stomach that doesn’t feel as bad as you would’ve guessed. Everyone‘s clapping and San smiles and waves at the guests feeling the happiest he ever did.

The party is in full swing when suddenly the big doors to the hall open and servants bring in the wedding cake with spray fountains on the top. You gasp at the size but freeze in your spot next to the king when you see a face you nearly forgot.

You’re trembling and about to stand up when you feel San‘s eyes locked on your form. „Are you ok, my queen?“

Slowly you turn to him and put on a fake smile to not gain any more attention. He smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear. „I am as much nervous because of the wedding night as you are. I have a surprise for you by the way...“

You frown at him and quickly lock your eyes back on your friend. Woo Young‘s ears twitch still not used to the loud noises and he nearly doubles over when seeing you next to the king.

Anger is building up inside of him but you mouth him to wait. You don’t know why and how he managed to get to you but the love you had for him just sparked again and left you with a warm feeling.

He came here. To rescue you!

Woo Young is quickly out of your eyes knowing you have to get to the kitchen to meet him while San leads you to the cake and of course his hand is over yours when he feeds you a piece of it.

Guest after guest scurries to you and the king to make conversation and congratulate you. The people were nice and you didn’t have a problem to talk feely with them much to San‘s goodwill.

Music starts to play and you and San dance to the first song. It would probably feel very romantic if your thoughts wouldn’t be with Woo Young every second and you fear that San recognizes your change in behavior.

After that the party really starts and cats are storming the dance floor.

You realize the time has come to get out of here. You dismiss yourself with a lie to use the restroom and go straight to the cabin in the bathroom where you hid other clothes.

You put on the uniform of the servants and look from left to right before you leave into the hallway. Walking to the kitchen with quick steps you’re trying to look busy while finding Woo Young. Tears are flowing down your cheeks when you see the boy looking out of the window his tail in between his fingers playing with it.

You stand next to him poking him on the side to gain his attention and quickly usher him to stop when he whisper-yells your name and tries to hug you.

„Listen, I have a plan to get out of here but we have to go now.“

„Alright.“ He takes your hand in his and holds it so desperately fearing he would lose you again if he let go. „I just missed you so much. I was so afraid, (y/n).“

„I missed you, too. I cannot put into words how thankful I am that you came here to save me.“ You both smile at eachother and you hurry to make him follow you out of the castle.

You both run like wolves chased you and so often turned around to see if someone followed you. Much to your disbelief no one seemed to recognize your absense meaning you really could have a chance.

The place where you met the mask seller moves closer any second and your heartbeat doesn’t seem to slow down. Sweat is forming on yours and Woo Young‘s forehead when you stop in your tracks to look around desperately.

„Are you awaitening someone?“ He talks between taking deep breaths.

„Yes. Someone who helped me and someone who will get us out of here.“

After a minute you suddenly hear foot steps in the distance and because it already got pretty dark outside you only recognize him when he’s embracing you.

„Yeo Sang!“

„We have to hurry up! I’ve seen San and some guards searching up the castle for you (y/n)! And who’s this?“

„This is my friend, Woo Young.“ You smile shyly and Yeo Sang nods understanding your relationship when the boy takes your hand in his.

The three of your run as fast as you can again into the direction of the portal passing the town, villages and forests until you can hear a slight buzzing.

„Here!“ Your gaze drifts not only to Woo Young but Yeo Sang, too, seeing the relief in their eyes being so close to be free and out of this world.

For Woo Young it is only important to have you on his side again so he takes your hand and motions for Yeo Sang to get the fuck out of here.

„Yeo Sang, you first!“ Yeo Sang nods at you and a tear rolls down his cheek.

„Thank you for everything, (y/n).“ He gets through the portal and your heart skips a beat.

He’s finally free...

You watch Woo Young in awe and with desperation in both your eyes you make confident steps to the portal. Just when you walk into the light something seems to pull you back and you realize it’s Woo Young who doesn’t seem to be able to walk through the portal.

You tumble back and frown becoming nervous. „What is going on? Why aren’t we able to go?“ You ask in desperation watching the boy shake his head while the moon illuminates the scene in a mysterious light.

„I didn’t know what it meant... but I guess that’s the price.“

„What the hell are you talking about?“

„This guy. He told me I had to pay later for it.“

„Woo Young. How were you able to come here?“

The glare he gives you tells you more than he could explain now. You had a problem. A big problem.

„We have to find this motherfucker and - “

„Ouch, your choice of words is hurting me.“ Suddenly Seong Hwa steps out of the dark of the trees and sends the two of you an intriguing smirk.

„You knew he was here! You knew it all along! Why didn’t you tell me?“

You’re angered and Woo Young tries to hold you back ashamed he got tricked so easily.

„You didn’t ask, little cat.“ A few seconds pass by with you letting out a hiss ready to attack if needed.

„Okay, you promised me you would help us. Now do whatever so he can leave this place.“

Seong Hwa chuckles lowly and raises his eyebrows at your words. „I can do that. But there’s a price for it.“

„Wh- what?! Are you nuts?“

„Listen, I am a merchant. I serve the one who pays the most... so tell me can you give me something that is more precious than what the other bidder gives me?“

„What other bidder?“ You grit your teeth at his words and don’t notice your hands turn into little fists.

„Your journey finally ends here, my wife.“

A dozen guards step out of the shadow all lead by the one you were running from - King Choi San himself.

You take a step back letting go of Woo Young‘s hand out of pure shock. „How? That’s not possible!“

San sends you the angriest look he had and grimaces at your reaction. „This is my kingdom after all. Nothing happens without my consent.“

He just states impassively and motions for his guards to get you.

„Stop! Seong Hwa, whatever he gives you I will double it! I will give you everything!“

He shakes his head and sighs. „I am afraid you won’t be able to give me more because... I already got everything I wanted thanks to the king and you, too.“

You’re feeling dizzy because of the situation and start to cry when Woo Young turns to you looking as lost as yourself.

„You loose. Your plan was actually a good one but you didn’t have a chance in the beginning, (y/n).“

„(y/n), he won’t have you. Go through the portal and leave me here.“

The guards and San get into position at Woo Young‘s words being prepared to stop you any second from leaving this world and becoming a human again.

„If you go I will torture and kill him in the cruelest way.“ San‘s orbs turn darker than you ever saw it and his words shake your bones. He doesn’t play around you know that. And in this moment you know exactly what to do.

Not what you want to do but... what is the right decision.

„I won’t go. I want to talk to the mask seller for a second.“

San and Seong Hwa share a quick look and the cat king smiles at you nodding afterwards.

Woo Young takes a few steps to the portal searching your face for answer his question what you’re planning. You dismiss him with an assuring smile and wait until Seong Hwa is in front of you.

„Did you already take his soul?“

„Not yet. I still have his human mask with me.“

You debate for a moment not knowing if he would agree with it. „If he stays here San is going to kill him. If I stay here I will still be the queen and his wife.“

„That’s right.“

„But I won’t ever be able to turn into a human again.“

„Yep.“ He grins at you from ear to ear already knowing what you’re up to.

„Mask seller, please give him back his human mask. I will stay here and you... you can have my human soul.“ He raises one eyebrow searching your face.

„You know you will never see him again right? He might never give you up...“

You’re crying again at the thoughts and bite your lips. „I want him to be happy. Can you make him forget about his feelings for me and everything that happened here?“

„I can do that.“ With a swift move of his index you can feel the mask appearing in your hand.

You nod at him and turn around to get to Woo Young Seong Hwa quickly in your tracks to make sure you don’t do anything funny.

„What’s going on, (y/n)?“ You surprise him with a desperate kiss. San only huffs in the background not forgetting about the wedding night he still has with you and where he would let out all the anger he has in himself right now.

He reluctantly pulls away still in the bliss of the kiss when you mouth to him ,I love you‘. He frowns and yells out when you crash the mask on his face and push him into the portal.

The last thing Woo Young sees is your smile and then his world turns dark.

San‘s eyes were focused on you the whole time. It felt like if he looked away for only a mere second you would vanish. He could never allow that. No one could take you from him. You were his.

„S-san, please, I need you to touch me.“

A breathles chuckle leaves the king at your neediness. The bliss of the still lingering marks on your skin ignite a fire in him he didn’t know before. A feeling of passion and desire; but also something darker��� possession.

He had you on his mercy. His fingers slowly leaving trails down your spine until they landed on the curve of your waist. Your eyes were closed so you felt the tingle of the king‘s finger tips only more.

„Sleep my little kitten. You’ll always be safe with me…“

If you weren’t so lulled in his words and touches you would’ve known that his innocent smile hides something you should more than fear.

But you gave yourself to him and there was no turning back.

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¤~°Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?!°~¤

"Please.. Marry me!"

"Just pay attention to me. Let's get married!"

"Would you please.. Choose me as your groom."

"Beautiful you. I want to become your "love servant" forever and always."

"I am not a princess!!"

¤~Once upon a time...~¤

A young ghost flew around and about in the mortal world. No guards around to keep watch of him because they still lurked under the ground. It had been many years since he had actually explored the land he once walked on. Smiling sadly, he decided to check out the venue he would stay at before he would find his bride. Floating into the Night Raven college grounds. The undead prince found himself at the abandon mansion.

Yet... The area felt somewhat lively then how it was last time he visited. Analyzing his surroundings, the prince saw a tiny patch of soil besides the mansion. "Is someone planting flowers here?" He whispers quietly to himself. Curiously, the prince found himself going inside the building.

"Did they (Mr. Crowley) clean up the place before me and my family would arrive..?" The once broken furniture he once saw was nowhere to be found. Only three wood chairs, one couch and a little coffee table. The walls were not rotten with mold and stains. Now with fresh light brown wood. It was renovated.

Flying up to see the rest of the mansion. He was now in a room- "*snore*"!!! -That was occupied? The young prince was quiet as a mouse as he followed the loud snoring. Elias expected it to be some college student boy who fell asleep there because he was kicked out of his dorm.

Instead...

The Ghost Groom saw a lovely young woman laying on a rusty bed. With a odd cat creature sleeping next to her pillow. All curled up into a fluffy ball. But Elias was more focused on the female than the cat. 'She's... Beautiful..' The prince thought to himself as he watched the "princess" sleep.

The young "princess" had (h/l) (h/c) that messily spread out all over the place. Her soft looking (s/c) skin shone brightly from the moonlight. Her lips were cute and plump like a peach. With small button nose that twitched from time to time to let out tiny breaths. Everything about her was perfect! Though the young undead prince didn't realize that the woman was waking up as he admired her.

"Ugghh.." (Y/N) groans out a groggy yawn. Sitting up from her sleeping position. Unaware of her ghostly visitor that floated right in front of her. Rubbing her eyes with arm. She finally sees her unknown guest.

The male ghost froze as his and (Y/N)'s eyes lock together. "....Uh...hi?" (Y/N) greets, not sure how to react to this situation. Some ghost she didn't know was in her room and was just staring at her. Was this dream?? Is this ghost going to harm her!

As her mind raced with possibilities, (Y/N) glares at the ghost. Not knowing if he was friend or foe. The young ghost gulps when he sees her glare and tries to speak. "I-I, *ahem* excuse me. But I mean no harm!" The ghost explained, putting his hands out in surrender to prove he meant it.

Surprised by his actions (Y/N)'s narrowed eyes had closed, taking a deep breath of air. She sighs out through her nose with a slight hum. "... Alright. I believe you, I guess? You mind explaining who you are and why are you here." The female asks quietly, looking over her shoulder to see Grim sleeping with a slight purr.

Focusing her attention back on the ghost, she waits for him to explain.

'Oh no! I can't tell her. It's too soon, I need to win her favor before the season comes. But with a princess like her, I bet she has suitors left and right! I need to court her and win her hand!'

"...You see, I'm not from around here. I just wanted to explore this place. I've never been here before." The ghost fibbed a little. Deciding it was his best course of action than telling her the truth. "Huh.. Okay, but why here? There's other places around campus that are much cooler looking."

(Y/N) tells him as she gets out of the bed quickly and quietly. Gesturing for him to follow her. The young woman walks out of the bedroom with her new spooky acquaintance floating behind her. Carefully treking down the stairs, she goes to the kitchen. Looking around, she spots a brown bear mug and a black cat mug.

Smiling, she takes the mugs out of the cupboard. Happy that she got a good deal for those mugs at Mr. S shop.

Getting some water in the mugs, she holds out the cat mug for the ghost. Expecting that the ghost would decline. Instead he takes the mug and thanks her. (Y/N) nods and drinks out the bear mug while her guest takes a sip too.

(Y/N) puts down her mug and leans on the kitchen counter. "Look, ghost pal. If you want to see the campus, maybe you should go outside than be in here." (Y/N) tells the ghost with a sleepy yawn at the end. "I would but... I don't think that would be a good idea. What if one of the students of the college try to attack me!" The prince said with worry, not seeing (Y/N)'s pitting expression.

She knew most definitely that some of the students would attack the poor ghost in fear. (Y/N) did the same thing when she first met the ghosts of the Ramshackle dorm. But then she got to know them and they were really nice! So she came up with some comforting words for her spooky pal.

"Well.. If that happens, I'll protect you." (Y/N) said with a wide smile to hopefully bring comfort to him.

The prince froze at the woman and her sweet words. Elias knew at that moment she was the one for him. Everything about her was lovely to him. It settles it then, she will become his bride! Now all he needed was her name. "Pri- I mean! Miss, what might be your name?" Elias asked boldly as he waited for the female to answer.

"It's (Y/N). What about you, what's your name?"

"Prince Elias, princess (Y/N)." Elias states, placing a hand on his chest as he bows. "That's a nice name! Also you don't need to bow?" (Y/N) told Elias with a awkward smile. Though realized what he called her. "Princess..?" The (h/c)-nette told herself, starting to laugh quietly at Elias assumption. "I'm not a princess." (Y/N) giggles out, though Elias just smiled at her.

"Your right. You will become my bride and then become a princess."

"Huh?"

(Y/N) could feel her skin turn cold after what Elias said. "Your joking right?" (Y/N) blurted out with fear creeping into her soul. Elias just kept smiling as he placed his cup down on the counter and goes closer to (Y/N). Taking the bear mug from her paleling hands. The Ghost Groom placed it next to the other mug. Elias almost translucent hands holds (Y/N)'s gently.

"No. We will be married twomrrow, my dear princess!" Elias said sweetly like honey. (Y/N) could feel herself grow faint as she falls into the Ghost grooms hold. Then the last thing she could see was her mugs before sleep consumed her body.

(Whoop! This is from my book on another site and I wanted to post it on here. I will try to make a Masterlist and more stories in the future. Part 2 is out.)

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The Dawn Will Come [Chpt.2]

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Pairing: Dimitri x Reader, Claude x Reader, Edelgard x Reader, Yuri x Reader, Edelgard x Byleth, lots of minor pairings

Tags: #gn reader, # platonic love byleth & reader, #reader is a tactical unit, #angst, #slow burn, #subplots, #unreliable narrator, #pining, #remporary amnesia, #reluctant herp, #canon divergence, #lost twin au, #many chapters, #original content

Words: 6.7k

Summary: Waking up in a forest without any knowledge of your past and who you are, you join the house leaders of the Officers Academy to search for a way to return your memories. Unfortunately, the church has different plans for you, and Fate places you in the centre of a cruel game with deadly stakes. It certainly doesn’t help to fall in love with a house leader who is doomed to be your demise.

Notes: Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Chapter 02: The Herald of Dawn

Hold me, O Night, with motherly affection, While the wan earth wakes with a misty yawn. By my blood will be born the Dawn and from my fleeting dream—the undying sun!

[Gabriele D’Annunzio]

    Hushed whispers wake you from the dark. The crackling of fire sweeps away the last remains of weary unconsciousness, and you blink at a tent's ceiling. Someone draped heavy blankets over you, and with every breath you exhale, puffy white clouds rise up. The shadows of a fire dance across the walls, their blurry movements flush another wave of dizziness over you, and as you sit up, you notice a tight feeling around your head. When you raise a hand to your forehead, there is a bandage sitting tightly wrapped around your head, covering your right eye. The pain has finally stopped, but it still feels dully raw, like an injury that hasn’t healed properly and serves now as a reminder of anguish.

    The memories from the battle rush back to you, the sound of metal hitting metal and heavy bodies dropping to the ground echo in your mind. Death was nothing new to the soldiers and mercenaries, so how come you don’t feel particularly sorry for the fallen? You’re no soldier, at least that’s what every fibre of your body tells you, so normalising killing isn’t right. You rebuild your surety of that, one shaky brick at a time.

    Once on your feet, you make your way outside, drawn in by the smell of cooked meat and quiet chatter. The sight of a small camp greets you: more tents build a row on this side of the camp, and in the centre, solders sit around a small fire, their voices barely audible. They lean over a steaming kettle, their weapons at their feet or beside tree trunks—laid down for the night but still within reach.

    “Heey, you’re finally back with us!” Claude’s voice rings through the camp, and several heads turn in your direction. As he waves for you to join him, you duck your head and move quickly to his side, wishing you could just merge with the ground and disappear from everyone’s attention. “Little one, you got us worried there,” he says. On his knees, he’s balancing a steaming wooden bowl, and the sight and smell reminds you how hungry you are. Your stomach agrees by providing a low growl.

    “How long have I been out?” You barely recognise your own voice, the sound rough from exhaustion. Claude hums in thought and gestures with one hand to a soldier to bring you food, while his other pats the ground beside him for you to sit down. “We managed to march a couple of hours after cleaning up the mess from the battle. Right now we’re near the edge of the forest. There should be only one more day of marching until we reach the monastery.”

    “And you guys are sure they can help me up there?” you wonder, watching the first group of soldiers get ready for the night watch. They’re frighteningly young, jostling and bumping into each other, laughing and stamping their feet against the cold snap that still lingers, the last gasp of winter before spring begins in earnest.

    “If not there, I’m not sure there’s anyone out there who can help you.”

    You glare at Claude. “Surely you must be the voice of confidence in this merry bunch, right?”

    He laughs. “I’m the closest you’ll get to an optimist around here.”

    “That’s reassuring.”

    “Reassuring is my second name.”

    “No, you said it’s von,” you mumble. Claude stares at you for a long minute, then bursts out laughing, the sound dark and rich. “No, that’s a noble prefix. You don’t even remember that?”

    You open your mouth, and close it like a fish, feeling your cheeks raise in temperature. He shouldn’t make you feel guilty for forgetting something like that, and yet the shame settles in your bones and you want to smack your head against something to help your brain remember.

    “Ah, but pardon my rudeness,” Claude purrs and gives you a mock bow. “I can tell you everything you want to know about nobility and how overrated it is. In fact, I might as well convince you to join the Alliance before Their Highnesses steal you to their side.”

    “I’m not going to be on anyone’s side,” you mumble, and steal Claude’s blanket as payback, relishing in his offended expression. “It has nothing to do with me.”

    Claude raises an eyebrow. “Ehh, I’m not so sure it’s that easy.”

    “It is,” you insist, unable to hide the sulk from your voice. “Because I say so.”

    Claude raises both eyebrows. “That’s not how it works.”

    “Watch me.”

    Something like a shadow flashes across his emerald eyes, but it disappears quickly enough for you to think it’s only the light from the campfire playing a trick on you. “We’ll see about that.” He scrapes the remaining contents from his bowl and lets out a satisfying yawn when he’s finished, stretching his long limbs like a cat getting comfortable. “Sooo,” he starts, unnecessarily dragging out the vowel and the sound of it locks up your shoulders into one tense muscle in preparation of what he’s going to say next. “Care to explain what happened back there?”

    You take a deep breath. “You mean when it felt like my eye was going to fall out of its socket?”

    “Actually I meant when you tripped over that one root after we found you.” He gives you a crooked grin. “But that’s interesting too, please go on.”

    “I thought no one saw that,” you mumble, and avoid his gaze as you remember that stupid root that nearly broke your neck. Well, Claude surely knows a thing or two about tricking someone into talking about exactly what he wants to hear.

    You thank the mercenary that brings you food, and notice it’s the one from the battle with the crooked nose. He gives you a just as crooked grin and limps back to his comrades. The stew warms your chilled bones, the rich flavour of meat and vegetables lifting your spirits and filling you with energy. As you eat, you drag out the minutes but Claude doesn’t even squirm as you let him wait, and starts whistling an off-key tune until you start to feel uncomfortable.

    “Well, if I knew, I wouldn’t be afraid that it might happen again,” you admit begrudgingly. “Because that was scary.”

    “Yeah, it didn’t really look like fun,” Claude agrees. “But what was it in the first place?”

    “I don’t know.” You start to become weary of those words. “But it hurt.”

    Claude gives you a sympathetic look, and goes silent, allowing you to eat, but you can’t shake off the feeling his mind is still trying to figure out what’s the deal with you. He can, for all you care. And once he’s done, he can write a report and hand it right to you so you’ll understand as well.

    Out of the corner of your eye you notice someone moving towards you. Dimitri approaches you with caution like you’re a small animal he might scare off with hasty movements. But the look he gives Claude is that of a disappointed father, and he shakes his head once he’s standing in front of him. “Claude, we were supposed to not disturb our guest,” Dimitri says sternly, then bows his head in your direction. “Apologies. We should let you rest.”

    “No, it’s okay,” you admit, and shuffle a little to the side to make room. “Please stay.”

    Both boys exchange a quick look, but then Dimitri sits down, minding a polite distance unlike Claude who only needs to stretch his legs for his feet touch your knee.

    “We were worried,” Dimitri starts. Just like Claude, he’s taken off most of his armour, and nothing about him stands out as a member of the royalty. He looks just like any other boy, and you’d never admit it out loud, but you already miss the blue tones on his uniform, the colour making his remarkably ice-blue eye stand out even more. “Luckily we could dispose of all bandits and return to a safe area. Byleth carried you here all by herself.”

    “Yeah, remind me not get on her bad side, okay?” Claude laughs, but you think you hear a slight nervous tremble in his voice. “She looks like she can decapitate me with a butter knife.”

    “She doesn’t look like it. She very certainly will behead you with a butter knife,” Dimitri provides with a pleasant smile as if he’s talking about the weather.

    “See, and that’s why she fits best in the Alliance,” Claude says, winking at you. “We’re always full of surprises.”

    Dimitri rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in front of his broad chest. “You might try it. I personally plan to convince her to join the Kingdom.”

    “I think you’re both too late for that,” you say as you look to the other side of the camp where Byleth and Edelgard are currently engaged in a deep conversation, their heads leaning close to each other. Claude groans miserably, but quickly recovers as he turns to you, his eyes brightening up with excitement. “It’s okay, because once my disarming charm has wrapped you around my little finger, I’ll have an impressive tactician on my side.”

    You almost choke on your next spoon of stew. “Tactician? I wouldn’t go that far.”

    Beside you, Dimitri clears his throat. “Though I have to question Claude’s way of persuasion, I must admit he isn’t wrong about the latter. What you did back there was impressive.”

    “I really didn’t do anything special,” you mumble at the same time Claude raises both hands leisurely and says, “Hey, it’s not my problem you think you’re immune to it, Your Princeliness.”

    Dimitri grumbles something in a foreign language under his breath. Grinning smugly, Claude turns to you, and nudges your side. “Have confidence, little one. They’ll teach you everything you need to know up there.” He points up towards a mountain where you’ll apparently be heading tomorrow. If you squint, you think you can make out lights in the horizon brightening the night sky.

    “That monastery,” you say, trying to ignore how Claude’s body radiates heat. “What exactly is that place? I’ve never heard of a monastery that holds a school. I think,” you quickly add, unsure what thoughts provided by your hazy mind are facts.

    “The Officers Academy is a facility where students learn the arts of warfare, magic, and leadership,” Dimitri explains. He’s very obviously trying not to look at Claude, which in return has Claude’s grin widening even more. “The lessons provide us with everything we need as upcoming heads of our families. Swordsmanship, sorcery, authority, the history of our continent. There is much to learn for everyone attending the classes.”

    “So it’s a death factory,” you translate, the sudden bitter taste in your mouth overshadowing the taste of the stew. “How can they just teach that stuff like it’s normal?”

    “You saw it yourself, didn’t you.” Claude stretches his long limbs and leans back until he props his body up on his elbows. “Bandits and thieves everywhere.”

    “And most students come from a noble house,” Dimitri adds. “They need to be taught how to take command, and about the responsibilities coming with leadership.”

    You blow a strand of hair away from your face, mood dropped now that you know where you’ll be from tomorrow on. “This doesn’t sound right.” Though you can’t really say how a school is supposed to be instead. This is a world with different rules, and you aren’t sure if it’ll be easy to accommodate to them.

    While the boys bicker how good the plot of the tale mentioned earlier really is, you see Byleth approaching. A bruise is forming on her left cheek, and she holds her arm as if bearing the pain from a wound. But nothing of that is portrayed on her face, as if her brain hasn’t registered she’s wounded yet and hence doesn’t need to express it.

    “How are you?” she asks, sending the boys a quick look. Dimitri and Claude climb to their feet and wish their good nights with a quick bow. They hurry to Edelgard and gang up on heir, probably interrogating her about the conversation she's had with Byleth.

    “I’m better,” you say, a little surprised you actually mean it. You feel refreshed and nourished, ready for another day of walking. Byleth sits down and watches the camp for a moment in silence. The chaos from before has settled into a quiet hum. Men and women sit together in little circles and tell their glorious battle stories with boisterous laughter, selling the illusion of a victorious life. But that might easily end the next day because of a hasty recklessness. No one thinks of that. Everyone is just celebrating, reaching for flasks and living in the moment. It’s a beautiful sight.

    As the buzzing sound of people chatting subsides and the first turn in for the night, Byleth turns towards you, her voice lowered. “What you did back there,” she starts, and for whatever reason remains silent as if she decided talking about it isn’t a good idea. Shadows from the weakened fire dance across her face, and again you’re flooded with the unfathomable feeling of familiarity. It’s in the sharp lines of her face, the way her eyes move and settle on something as she observes her surroundings. It’s almost a painful sense of nostalgia. Something about this woman just brings you an unusual amount of ease, like it doesn’t really matter who you are, and rather that you’re here that makes the difference.

    Before you can stop your brain, you’re already asking, “Do we know each other by chance?”

    Byleth looks at you for a long minute, then slowly shakes her head, and you try not to show your disappointment too much. “I’ve travelled a lot with my father,” she says. “We’ve come through many lands and villages. You may have seen me at some point, but we’ve never exchanged a word until yesterday.”

    You nod at the plausible explanation, but the feeling that this isn’t the right answer curls like a hook into your heart. “And your father hasn’t said anything about me as well?”

    “No.” Byleth’s eyes follow your hands as they set down the empty bowl. Seeing that you’ve finished everything, she nods in approval. “And he doesn’t forget a face.”

    “How do you all just … trust me,” you wonder, looking to where Jeralt is miserably leaning against a tree trunk as Alois keeps talking and talking. He looks like he wishes someone would take him down with an arrow.

    “He doesn’t,” Byleth says. “And he calls me a little whippersnapper for that. He hasn’t called me that in the five years.” At the sound of the smile in her voice you snap your head in Byleth’s direction, but when you look, she wears the same bland expression like before.

    “But you do,” you start carefully, not trusting your ears again, so you settle on staring at her until she gives another emotion. “Care to explain why?”

    “For now, you haven’t given me any reason not to,” she states as if it really were that simple. It couldn’t be. Up until now Byleth has been your only anchor that your meeting wasn’t purely coincidental—that the reason shrouding your memories would dissipate like the night once dawn breaks if you just stick to her side, and everything will be revealed in time. But now without anything to hold on to, you feel like you’re slipping deeper and deeper into an abyss from which you can’t ascend. This feeling is terror fizzing in your blood like poison, and you shudder at the thought that you’ll forever remain adrift.

    “Your powers,” Byleth continues, unaware of your mental breakdown right next to her. “They’re unusual, and if you learn to use them right, very dangerous.” Spoken by everyone else, this might sound like a threat, but Byleth says it like a simple statement, a fact, unaware how much she tilts your world with it. “What do you plan to do with them?”

    You don’t have to think long about it. “I won’t do anything. Whatever it was, it’s over,” you say and gesture at your bandaged eye. It’s true. Since you woke up, your eye has remained calm, no red veil or eery proclamation someone might step into the campfire and burn alive. The pounding has stopped, and the normalcy of it is like a soothing balm.

    Byleth studies you. You really wish she could give you more than her vacant expression. “You don’t know yet … your eye.” She takes your spoon and with the end of it, she draws a symbol on the ground. “Do you know what that is?”

    You look at it, but nothing comes to your mind. It’s just a four pointed star with two lines crossing the right and left tips. “No, I’ve never seen it.”

    Byleth holds your gaze as if she hopes to find a lie written between your eyes, and this time you don’t look away until she relents with a barely audible sigh.

    “Why do you ask?”

    “Because before you passed out, it appeared here.” She taps a finger against her closed, right eye, then points at you. Your body goes rigid. Immediately, your hands fly up to tear off the bandage, but Byleth catches your wrists and holds them down. “Not yet.”

    “I want to see it.” Your breath catches in your lungs. It sounds like you need air because you’re drowning. “I want it off. Take it off!”

    “I can’t show you, there are no mirrors,” Byleth says quietly, and throws a quick glance around the camp to see if your panic has alarmed anyone. You want to point out that you could use the reflection of her sword, but maybe Byleth has considered the same and thought it a bad idea, because she doesn’t know what else you might do with a weapon in your current state. Seeing that fighting against the vice grip she has on your hands is futile, you slump down, your arms falling slack back to your side. “Just what… what is happening. What is that?”

    “Edelgard said it might be a Crest, but none she or the others have seen before,” Byleth explains. “They told me there is a teacher at the monastery who studies Crests.” She gives your arms a barely noticeable squeeze before she lets go. “So it’s going to be okay.”

    “How can you say that?” you nearly sob, and wish you could hold onto her longer as she stands up and brushes dirt off her uniform. “How can you be so sure?”

    “I’m not,” Byleth says, giving you one last look. You want to tell yourself it’s something like worry you see in her eyes, but her expression remains blank, like a board that’s been wiped clean. “I can only hope.”

    The next morning, Jeralt and Alois set an unforgiving pace, determined to reach the monastery shortly after dawn broke. While everyone else couldn’t wait to reach their home as fast as possible, you feel worry grow with every step up the hill towards the walls and towers. The monastery looms like a stronghold, a building so tall and intimidating, built to make people feel small.

    You were allowed to take off the bandage, and there was nothing worse than knowing something was on your eye but you couldn’t see it. Unlike everyone else. They kept staring at you, mumbling to each other in quiet whispers, and more than once you considered telling them that just because your eye was different it didn’t mean you were blind. It was reason enough for you to put the bandage back on and stay away from the soldiers and mercenaries, leaving them to their superstitious rumours. Who could have thought that you’d grab someone else’s attention entirely with that revelation.

    Even before the first sunbeams broke through the budding branches, the wind carrying the smell of spring and new life, Edelgard stuck to you like a tick. It wasn’t hard to find out she was more interested in your Crest than you as a person, and every question you couldn’t answer fuelled her irritation. Still she was nothing but determined to squeeze the tiniest information out of you, and even though you tried to avoid her by either marching way too fast or way too slow, Edelgard didn’t relent and remained by your side. Fear is a little exaggerated to describe what you feel towards her, but it's close. Whenever her sharp eyes focus on you, unease takes hold of your brain and the words leave your mouth as nervous stammers. It certainly doesn’t help that you know she can easily hack off a grown man’s arm without so much as blinking. Or that the corners of her mouth curl up into the sweetest, rare smile.

    Once you’re on the trade road up to the monastery, pebble makes way to smooth cobblestone. Giant iron doors stand wide open, and as your group enters, a merchant’s cart rolls past you and greets the returning knights. After the first entrance point, the second waits in the form of a portcullis and more knights standing on guard. Past the second ring of walls, you enter a small forecourt. On both sides are stalls and booths with merchants screaming their prices and the sound of metal hammered into the right shape at the blacksmith’s. At the foot of wide stairs leading up into the first building, a man dressed in dark blue robes awaits you, his strong arms crossed behind his back.

    “Welcome back,” he greets Alois and the students. “Your messenger bird has reached us yesterday late into the evening, and preparations have been made.” To Jeralt, he says, “My name is Seteth. I am an adviser to the archbishop. Lady Rhea awaits you.” Jeralt nods but he looks a lot more cautious since you’ve entered the monastery grounds. At the mention of that name, his posture visibly tenses, but he gestures to Byleth and you to follow him nonetheless.

    “We shall return to our respectable classes for now and make known we are unscathed,” Dimitri says. “Please, Byleth, and you too, if things have calmed down, meet the other students as well, won’t you?”

    “Ohh, good idea. You have to go around and introduce yourself as our great saviours.” Claude winks at you with both thumbs up. Edelgard slaps his hands back down.

    “We’ll be standing here until evening if we don’t get going," she says. "Please give Lady Rhea our regards. We’ll report to her once everything is sorted out about you.” She eyes you sideways, then ushers the boys down another hall like a mother hen. You exchange a quick look with Byleth who already looks very exasperated with the student’s antics.

    Seteth leads you into the Audience Chamber, a rectangular room with statues decorating the walls, and asks for you to wait. The moment he leaves the room, you turn towards Jeralt and Byleth and ask, “Who is this Lady Rhea?”

    “I’m aware Byleth doesn’t know much about her, I haven’t taught her he teachings of Seiros, but you—” He stops mid sentence seeing the way you look at him, and clears his throat. “Lady Rhea is the archbishop of the Church of Seiros. She’s commanding the knights and sees that the people don’t do anything stupid in the name of Seiros.”

    “Seiros?” you ask, turning the name in your head. Nope, nothing.

    “You know, the one who defeated the King of Liberation and founded the Church of Seiros?” When you just shrug, Jeralt scratches his beard and hums in thought. “Well, I sure won’t be the one preaching what you should know or not. But maybe don’t make it all too obvious you aren’t a follower.”

    Or what, you want to ask, but Seteth returns and he isn’t alone. The woman walking ahead of him looks like she belongs on the portrait of a saint. It isn’t much that she walks towards you, but rather strides in grateful steps to the middle of the room, her chin raised high and shoulders squared. And yet when she looks at your little assembly, her eyes are soft and kind, her expression open and friendly.

    “I welcome you into these sacred halls,” she says, her voice like soothing velvet on your skin. “Alois informed me of what happened, and I thank every one of you for saving the students.” Lady Rhea smiles at you all separately. Her eyes linger on you, and she titles her head slightly. “I've also heard about the wondrous things that happened to you. Please, be so kind and remove the bandage. Let me take a look at this Crest.”

    You hesitate, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. But Rhea waits patiently and raises a delicate hand when her advisor Seteth flinches to repeat her request. Slowly, you take the bandage off, barely able to imagine how the symbol or Crest as they call it looks upon your eye. When you meet Rhea's gaze again, her smile freezes, and her eyes widen in surprise. Her lips part slightly, then stretch into an ecstatic smile. Beside her, Seteth inhales sharply. “This is impossible,” he breathes, growing pale. You start to panic.

    “Why, what's wrong with me? What is impossible?”

    “Nothing, nothing is wrong,” Rhea quickly reassures you, but it's hard to believe when Seteth looks like he's seen a ghost. “A fortunate day indeed. Not only does one of the strongest knights to have ever walked these halls return, but it also seems that a new chapter of history dawns upon us.”

    All eyes land on her, one more puzzled than the other. Even Seteth doesn’t look like he fully comprehends what’s happening. “Lady Rhea?” he asks cautiously at the same time as Jeralt demands, “What are you talking about?”

    The archbishop ignores them both, and the longer she gives you that pleasant smile, the more unsettled you feel. “When Alois wrote about a Crest appearing on your body, I was not sure what to think of it. But now, I cannot hide my joy at the return of a Crest that we thought was lost to history.”

    “I—I don’t know why I have it,” you quickly say, feeling you have to defend yourself before they accuse you of stealing it. Can Crests be stolen in the first place? “I don’t remember why I have it.”

    Lady Rhea nods, her solemn expression making way to worry. “Of that Alois informed me as well. You may stay here until your memories return. Allow me for now to tell you about the Crest. Maybe that will dissipate some of the darkness shrouding your mind.”

    You nod, and brace yourself for whatever she’ll reveal. It certainly helps that Byleth stands close to you, her mere presence a standing stone you can hold onto for now without drifting away.

    “It is a Crest most uncommon,” Lady Rhea explains, her hands gracefully crossed in front of her. “For there was only one person who bore it. This Crest belonged to the very one who served our Lady Seiros against the evil powers that threatened Fódlan thousands of years ago. He was known as Seiros’ Champion. The Herald of Dawn.”

    She allows those words to sink into you, and how deep they sink. Now that they’re out here, you feel like they pull you down, deeper down into a dark sea from which you can’t surface. The only result is drowning.

    “Herald of … you don’t think. You can’t think—” Your thoughts move way too fast, you can’t grasp any to sort them.

    “What I think means nothing in light of what has transpired and therefore is reality. You are chosen by the Goddess herself to bring hope to the people of Fódlan. You are the Herald of Dawn.”

    You feel sick. It may be phantom pain, but you could swear your right eye starts hurting again, as if the Crest is reacting to the revelation, the call of its true nature. You dig your trembling fingers into the fabric of your jacket, considering for the tiniest second to gouge your eye out. Can’t be anyone’s champion or Herald without the Crest, right? “So, you’re saying … am I the one from back then? This Champion?” If you were really the same person, how were you still alive after a thousands of years? The prospect of finally having an identity is great, but you aren’t sure you’re ready to pay the price that comes with it. And this one seems to carry a very heavy price.

    “That seems quite impossible.” This time Seteth speaks up. He looks just as unnerved by this revelation as you feel. “The Herald appeared when Saint Seiros was in dire need, and once his duty was fulfilled, he vanished. ”

    “But now, another Herald has come, and with you the promise of suffering and hardships,” Rhea explains, her expression now strict and foreboding. “The task of giving hope is the most difficult to ask of a person. But that is the path the Goddess has chosen for you.”

    “No, no, you’re wrong. I’m no Herald … and certainly no Champion of anyone. I can’t give people hope, I don’t even know what to give them hope for!” Your voice borders on hysteric, but you’ve never been more determined to plead your case. “I’m not the right person. I’m really not.”

    “Then how come you bear the Crest of Seiros’ Champion, my child?” Lady Rhea asks, and you notice the tiny shift in her voice. The kindness grows thiner and thiner, and in its place austerity and even coldness settle—the voice of authority and undeniable command. “It is Our Goddess’ will. The Church of Seiros needs you. The people of Fódlan need you. You cannot turn away from your Fate.”

    You want to argue that yes, you can; you’ll turn around and leave this place filled with crazy people and their fanatic beliefs. One look from Byleth stops your thoughts. Lady Rhea interprets this silence as compliance, and nods, visibly pleased. “We have waited for this opportunity for so long,” she continues, now smiling again. “There shall be festivities today. As a welcome to our Herald, and the return of Blade Breaker Jeralt. For you, his daughter, we have also thought of a task that will greatly help Garreg Mach.”

    Jeralt grunts, clearly unhappy, but Byleth only cocks her head to one side. You’re astonished that after everything, she’s still awfully calm and collected.

    “A teaching position has become free as of yesterday,” Lady Rhea explains to Byleth. “By Alois' recommendation, you are to take that position and teach one of the Houses here at the Officers Academy. Your colleagues will provide you with further information. As for you,” and you flinch when she turns to you, afraid what else she has in store, “you too shall teach the students the course of leadership and command. Seiros’ Champion was a great tactician. He honed Saint Macuil’s abilities. I would not be surprised if you too show an unparallelled gift for strategy.”

    “Well,” you start, but the hesitation is clear, and Lady Rhea smiles like she knows what you can do once the Crest is activated. “Whereas you are to choose one house,” she tells Byleth, “the Herald will hold seminars. As a servant of the Church, you cannot call in favourites.”

    “I don’t even know what to teach,” you mumble weakly. “How to teach.”

    “Me neither,” Byleth says, the first time she’s spoken since entering the Audience Chamber. The amusement glinting in Lady Rhea’s eyes is like the sun reflected on a purling river. “Do not worry,” she says. “You will learn in time. And we are here to help you as well.”

    On your lips lie the words that they certainly didn’t help you. You came here so they could help to search for a way to return your memory.

    Instead, they made everything worse.

    The ceremonial robes hang heavy over your shoulders. The feast hasn’t started yet, but you’re already sweating and panting with the weight of the golden embroidery and the head piece decorating your forehead. When Seteth brought everything in a couple of hours ago, he was grumbling something unintelligible under his breath, at his side a little girl who, unlike him, was happy to meet you and to see that you’d take on the role as the Herald. You wanted to tell Flayn there was a difference between want and have to, but she was already focused on helping you dress and prepare for the festivities. Servants handled the remaining tasks of making you presentable, and now you’re standing in front of a giant mirror, observing yourself.

    It was scary how things changed so fast. Not even 24 hours ago, you were a nobody, a nameless figure roaming the woods, and now there is a name that isn’t your own—no, not a name. A title. A title that will all but replace your name. History won’t remember you as a person, they will remember the deeds that you’ve done, the mistakes that you’ll commit. Lady Rhea spoke of honour like it’s a crown on your head, but you see the noose that it really is around your throat. The head piece feels too heavy, and the golden necklace sitting on your neck reminds you more of a dog collar.

    There’s a knock on your door. Seteth said that someone would get you before everything starts, and you don’t even try to hide the relieved sob when Byleth enters the room. She examines you from head to toes, and leans her head to the side, one finger on her chin. “You look … different,” she says.

    “You mean ridiculous.” You move your arms, demonstrating how the wide sleeves flap uselessly at your side. “I wish we could do this all without me looking like a sack of potatoes.”

    “I had to think of cabbages, but you aren’t wrong either.” She crosses the room and looks outside the window. You can already hear the masses as they enter the Cathedral, and it does nothing to calm your haywire nerves. Byleth seems to notice as much. She turns to you, and asks, “How are you holding up?”

    “Do you want the real answer or the one I prepared for Lady Rhea?”

    Byleth raises a brow.

    “Not good. I’m just … how could this happen?” You throw up your hands in frustration, and the robes give a dangerous tearing sound. Your arms fall immediately down, the thought of damaging a hundreds of years old ceremonial robe the last thing you need today. “Of all the things, how could I suddenly become some figure of the Church.”

    “Is it so hard to believe that the Goddess of Fódlan has lead you to this path?” Byleth crosses her ams and leans against the wall next to the window, eyeing you curiously.

    “I don’t even believe in this Goddess,” you groan, flopping on your bed. The chambers chosen for you overlook the bridge leading to the Cathedral where people swarm inside like little ants returning to their anthill. It was a small room equipped with all necessities for comfort but no additional expenses on luxury. A bed, a dresser, a simple table and chair, a mirror, and a shelf take up all the space. Not that you could have brought anything with you.

    You look up at Byleth and dread the next question. “Do you believe in it?” you ask. “That I’m someone chosen?”

    “Hmm.” Byleth casts one last glance outside, then pushes off the wall, gesturing you to follow her. You sigh, and mentally prepare yourself for what will happen in the Cathedral. Before you leave the room, Byleth rests her hand on the door handle and looks back at you over her shoulder. “I don’t know. Where I’m from, belief doesn’t save you from the sword of a thief. Only deeds and actions. It’s the reason my father and I are still alive.” She considers you for a moment, and when you blink you imagine you see the tiniest smile on her face. “What you did yesterday was very much real to me. Maybe a Goddess guided you, maybe it was just lucky instinct. But you saved my life, and that certainly is something I can rely on.”

    She doesn’t wait for an answer, and swings the door open. You quickly follow, your steps feeling a lot lighter than before. “I guess I’m just frustrated,” you admit, carefully paying attention your voice isn’t too loud. “That they think there’s someone who can just decide how my life is going to be. Like this herald business suddenly defies who I am.”

    “As long as you don’t forget who you are, does it matter?” Byleth wonders aloud, turning down another corridor that ends in stairs leading down. “As long as there is just one person who doesn’t forget, does it really matter?”

    Maybe not to her, but for some inexplicable reason, it means a great deal to you. So you answer with a grumble, and Byleth hums like she knows she’s right. To change the subject, you ask, “What about you? How can you just follow along with being a teacher here?”

    “Truth be told, I’m not happy,” Byleth says, nodding to the knights standing on guard in the first floor that leads outside. “But at the same time I can see Lady Rhea’s reasoning. Those students need someone who teaches them not to be stupid on the real battlefield. Especially when they are to be future rulers of Fódlan. If I’m the one shaping those little whippersnappers, I can rest at ease.”

    You follow her down the hallways, staying silent until, “Whippersnapper is such a weird word,” you say.

    Byleth gives a huff of air that barely passes as a chuckle. “It is.”

    Together you leave the living quarters and enter the Cathedral at the backside where everything is closed off for the rest of the people. Lady Rhea and Seteth are already waiting for you, both dressed in equally complicated robes as you.

    “Thank you, Professor.” Lady Rhea nods towards Byleth, who nods back and joins the other teachers. “And now, Herald, it is time to meet the sheep you shall shepherd from today on. Please, follow me.”

    She doesn’t give you time to prepare for the crowd waiting for you, and glancing at Seteth for help doesn’t do anything either as he just crudely nods towards Lady Rhea, telling you to go along. You square your shoulders and hope for the best.

    The Cathedral has been decorated with candles and tapestry showing the banner of the Church of Seiros and above it the Crest of the Herald. A platform has been built for your entrance, and stepping on it, your gaze roams over all the assembled students, clergy, and knights. Seeing them, you feel terror seize your body, locking up all muscles. The masses look at you with hunger in their eyes, ready to devour you like you’re the last piece of bread on the table. “Herald, Herald! ” they cry, and each time they open their mouths, the noose tightens around your neck. Saint and Martyr vaguely dance at the edges of your mind, beyond your grasp, mocking how you know them but don’t understand their very being. This is bigger than you. This is far bigger than you can manage, and you want to run away and hide from their greedy eyes.

    Scanning the crowd, you notice the house leaders in the far back. Edelgard looks unpleased, her mouth set into a grim line, while Dimitri claps politely with the rest, and Claude raises a golden cup in mocking salute. You really want to break down and cry. The only solid point is Byleth, has always been Byleth up until now, at the other end of the room, holding your gaze steadfast like a pillow of strength in troubled waters.

[kuroororo]

The Tales of KurooCat and a Broke College Student: III

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Part 1 Previously

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It didn’t take long for you and Kuroo to fall into some sort of routine together. If anything, you were surprised at how natural it felt in the process.

While you were at classes, Kuroo liked to explore the campus in cat form. For the past week, you’ve heard a couple rumors about the school having more feline guests, but you were pretty sure it was just Kuroo they were talking about. When you’d get out of classes, he would return to the dorm room to greet you and turn back into a human. Thankfully, he was more forgiving towards clothes now.

You guys would have dinner, maybe ramen, maybe a sandwich, and afterwards you’d finish up on some assignments while Kuroo flipped through your textbooks. He was especially fond of chemistry.

“Tell me again how you’re failing this class?” Kuroo called from the bed. He was laying on his stomach, nose deep in your Intro to Organic Chemistry book. “This stuff is interesting as hell! It’s like a guidebook to all of the worlds secrets!”

“That’s a bit of stretch, but okay.” You said as you continued to work at your desk, typing viligantly. You scanned through your notes then to your work again before slapping a palm to your forehead. “Agh!! Labs fucking suck!”

Kuroo snickered. “Then why’re you taking the class?”

“For the credit. You think I’d spend that much money on a class I freaking hate?”

You heard Kuroo get up from the bed and walk over to your desk. Before you knew it, he was leaning over your shoulder, his warm breath right next to your ear.

“You spelled docosahexaenoic acid wrong.”

“Shit, you’re right” Highlighting the awful word, you left clicked to see if there were any autocorrect options to choose from. There were not. “Damn it- Hey, how do you know how to read anyways?”

Kuroo scoffed, almost offended. “Cats like me learn how to read at a young age like any other kid. The only difference is instead of storybooks, we use street signs and old newspapers.”

“I see.” You said, finding the correct spelling in your notes. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. I was just curious.”

Something akin to a purr or a hum resonated from next to your ear. You felt Kuroo nudge your cheek with his almost affectionately. “I know, kitty.”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks as they heated up in a blush. You hoped Kuroo hadn’t felt that. But the way his purring got louder and his nuzzles more affectionate, you regret to acknowledge that he did.

You felt him nose your cheek. “You should take a break, (Y/n).”

“Can’t. Labs due at 11:59. It’s 10:43 right now.”

“Maybe you should have managed your time better.” He snickered.

“All of my time this week has been managed by your needy ass.” You deadpanned. “You ask for cuddles all the time! You even turn into a cat to trick me into giving in!”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? You only give me cuddles when I’m in cat form.” He whined. He curled his hands in under his chin like paws and flattened his ears against his unruly heir like a mock attempt in to emulate a sad cat. “You gave me all of your attention just fine when you thought I was just a cat.”

“That’s precisely it. I thought you were just a cat.”

“Hmm, yeah. But you still seem to give me attention even after you found out I was more than that.”

Your fingers froze from their vigorous dance across the keyboard. If your cheeks weren’t red then, they sure as hell were now. And OF COURSE Kuroo noticed it too.

“Aw, my kitty likes me after all~”

“Shut your face!” You grit your teeth and fought the blush down. Slipping a hand between his face and yours, you pushed him away without sparing him a glance. “The only kitty here is you.”

“Hmm, you’re right.” You heard a poof and the sound of clothes dropping behind you. Before you knew it, a black tabby hopped up onto your desk and laid himself across your keyboard on his back. The last sentence you typed up comprised of “Thus the reaction 2wsdetghjueghhkljjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj”

“Kuroo, get off!” You nudged him. He didn’t move. “You’re ruining my report!”

“Only if you take a five minute break to cuddle.” He said. Oh, yeah. You forgot he could talk in cat form too. “You’ve been working non-stop since you got out of class, you have to be burnt out by now.”

This was true. You’ve been working none-stop on anatomy, ethics, and sociology— with your chemistry lab as the cherry on top. Maybe a short break is what you need to regain a smidge of your maximum effort to finish up your work.

“Fine. Five minutes. But you need to get off my keyboard.” Kuroo complied, an almost smug look on his cat face, as you moved your keyboard out of the way. When he laid back down, you smushed your face into his soft black fur.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that.” You grumbled, your voice muffled by the fur. “Maybe I should kick you out after all.”

“You wouldn’t. You would have done so already if you really wanted to.”

“Yeah....But shut up.”

The soft vibrations of Kuroo’s purrs massaged your face, lulling your heavy eyelids close.

Without any warning, you left the room of your dorm into your dream-state world, leaving your unfinished lab report behind.

~~~

You woke up the next day in your bed. With Kuroo in human form wrapped around you.

Needless to say you screamed. (Albeit quieter this time so you didn’t wake Yukie up again)

“Kuroo, what the hell!” Grabbing your pillow, you smacked your cat’s handsome, sleepy face. He groaned but didn’t budge, only pulling you in tighter.

“Mm, not so loud. It’s only morning, kitty.”

“I KNOW its morning— and I had a lab due LAST NIGHT.” You growled, smacking him again. This time his ear twitched and he snatched your pillow away, tossing it wherever.

“It’s fine, I finished it for you.”

“You whaT-“

Kuroo finished your lab for you? “Mhm, even turned it in. I know more about using a computer than you think, kitty.” Even with his eyes closed, he smirked at you. His right eyelid raised a tad, a smug look on his face. “You really are bad at chemistry.”

“Wha-“

“Had to fix all your mistakes and everything. Did you even read the book?”

“Of course I did! How- How do you know more than me when it comes to these kinds of things.”

Kuroo breathed in deeply through his nose before propping himself on his elbow, an arm still around your waist. He smirked down at you.

“It’s a mystery~”

You grabbed the edge of your duvet and used it to shove his face away. “A mystery only because you won’t tell me.”

“True.” He said through he fabric of your duvet. “Besides, its not that interesting of a story anyways.”

“But I still wanna know.”

“Maybe one day. But not today.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Why not today?”

Kuroo gently pulled the thick blanket from his face, grinning widely.

“Today’s finally saturday again. We could actually do stuff without your studies getting in the way.”

You blinked up at him. It was Saturday already? Man, time went by fast. It feels like it was just last week you found Kuroo in the alleyway, limping out of the trash cans. Oh wait, it was.

Sitting up in the bed, you asked him, “How’s your arm feeling?”

“Terrible. Broken. Shattered. I can’t even feel it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Really.”

“I mean, do we really want the answer to that? I thought you said I’d have to leave when I got better.”

A phantom whisper of sadness curled around your heart like a cold mist. But you quickly pushed that feeling away. “I said we’d think about what we’d do, not that you’d have to leave.”

“Hmm. Sounds like an excuse to keep me here longer.”

“Alright, get out then—“

Kuroo lunged his whole body at you, his arms locking around your waist before hurriedly rubbing his ears into your stomach.

“Nooooo. I’m just playing— I don’t want to leave yet!”

You couldn’t fight the scoff that escaped your throat, nor could you stop your face from contorting into a dorky, triumphant grin. As Kuroo continued to whine into your waist, you lifted a hand up to run your fingers through his pointed ears.

“Cat? More like brat.” You chuckled with a lopsided grin. Kuroo looked up at you, returning your smile.

“I’m only a brat because you like spoiling me.” He crooned. Your smile fell from your face.

“Just kidding. Your more like a rat instead.”

~~~

“The beach?”

You and Kuroo had run to the local convience store to grab some riceballs for breakfast. Now, you both were sitting on a park bench enjoying your meal together. Kuroo’s riceball had mackerel in it.

“Yeah, we should totally go to the beach today! It’s not too hot out, so we won’t be sweating like hell— Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You gave your companion a wary grin.

“It sure sounds like fun...But, I don’t have a swimsuit.”

His head snapped towards you, gold eyes wide. “You don’t?”

“Nope.” You said, popping the p at the end. “Never needed one, really.”

“Wait, so does that mean you’ve never gone to the beach?”

“What— No, silly. I’ve just outgrown my old ones and never had a reason to get something new. Seems like a waste, when you have no one to go with.”

Kuroo looked up in thought.

“...I mean, you could always go commando—“

“KUROO!” He yelped when you swatted at his arm.

“What? Or we could go swimsuit shopping right now? I wouldn’t mind you modeling for me.”

“Alright, going to the beach is definitely off the list now.”

You could feel Kuroo pouting at you but you just forced yourself to ignore it. Instead, you looked through your phone for ideas on what you guys could do today.

Glancing up at him, you couldn’t help but laugh at the look of utter disappointment on his face.

“Maybe next time. Did you forget I’d have to get a swimsuit for you too.”

“I could always just swim in cat form.”

“Yeah, but everyone will think I’m crazy if they see me talking to a cat.”

“It’ll just make things more interesting, don’t you think?”

Maybe. Or maybe everyone will just ignore you, brushing you off for a beach coocoo and leave you alone. You haven’t been to the beach enough to really know.

“Say, Kuroo.” You started. Said cat looked back at you whilst taking a bite from his riceball. “Do you go to the beach a lot?”

Kuroo gulped down his meal. “No. But I still like to go when I can.”

“What was your first time at the beach like?” Were you a cat? Were you human? Who did you go with? All questions you wanted to ask, but you didn’t want to bombard him like the paparazzi.

He thought about it for a minute.

“I think I was with my dad? Or maybe it was with Nekomata. Either way, I remember being in cat form, chasing seagulls away.”

Nekomata? Before you could even ask, Kuroo continued.

“Yeah, I remember digging myself a little sand tunnel and hiding in there so I didn’t have to leave. Needless to say, they found me and shoved me under the beach shower since I had sand in my fur.”

You couldn’t help but imagine Kuroo as a small little kit, meowing in protest as he was held by the scruff and being scrubbed of debris. The thought made you giggle, making Kuroo glance down at you.

“Hmm? What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just imagining you as a smol lil’ itty-bitty-kitty.” You snickered. “If you’re this much of a brat now, you had to be a monster when you were a kid.”

“Really? Actually, I was pretty quiet as a kit. Apparently I didn’t start talking til I got older.”

Kuroo? Not talking? You didn’t believe it.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You sure you’re not pulling my leg?”

“I swear!” Kuroo put his hands up in defense. “I couldn’t talk at all! I was too shy back then. I didn’t start talking until....”

Maybe that partly made sense. Being someone like Kuroo wasn’t easy, especially as a child. You could only imagine what would have made him so quiet and scared back then.

Kuroo jolted in his seat, startling you. “Hey, I know what we could do today.”

Taking another chomp of your riceball, finishing it completely, you nodded for him to continue.

When he turned to you, his golden eyes were lit with a fire you’ve never see before, passionate flames that could almost rival the sun. And then he smiled.

“Why don’t we play volleyball?”

~~~

“Just what do you think he’s doing?!”

“Who knows. Who cares.”

“Whaaaa? I thought you’d be way more concerned than this considering he’s your best friend!”

“Miss Kiyoko already said he was fine. Sure, he didn’t come to practice, but clearly he’s okay now. No need to worry about it anymore.“

“I know, but— Aren’t you even a little curious about the girl he’s been playing hooky with?”

“Bokuto-san, maybe we should just leave him alone for now—“

“And she’s cute too! Man, this is so unfair!”

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

The horned owl swooped down into the bushes, a large puff of smoke detonating upon impact. As the smoke cleared and parted, broad wings unveiled a very naked man with golden eyes and grey hair in a shape that looked like an owl.

“I’m just gonna have to introduce myself, of course!”

Another owl, one that had yet to transform, sighed. Beside him on the branch was a small tabby with a little pudding head.

“Bokuto...Transform back. Let’s get some clothes first or we might get arrested.”

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Meant To Be:  Chapter 6 (AU)

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Welcome back!  Today’s prompt is “AU”.

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Chapter 6: AU

“Rise and shine, Your Highness,” a loud grating voice called out, “It’s time to start your day!”

Adrien groaned, flipped onto his stomach, and smashed his pillow over his head. “Why do you sound so cheerful today, Plagg? You’re never happy this early in the morning.”

The older man drew the curtains with a flourish. “And why would I not be jumping for joy on a day where I get to attend a party and have access to a buffet?”

“So you’re telling me that you and the rest of the palace staff have the night off? I don’t know. The ball really seems like an ‘all-hands-on-deck’ kind of event.”

“No one has the night off, young prince. Not even you. Still, as Master of the Household, I am afforded certain opportunities.”

“Ahhh, so even though you don’t technically have the night off, somehow you’ve been given the chance to enjoy the party along with all the guests. I hope my father is aware of your plans.”

“Enjoy is a strong word. As per the king’s orders, someone has to keep you in line tonight; however, it’s not a crime to enjoy some expensive cheese while I’m at it.”

Adrien sat up. “I thought it was Nathalie’s job to keep me in line.”

“The Grand Duchess will have other matters to attend to tonight, so His Majesty enlisted me to keep a watchful eye on his son,” Plagg grumbled.

“I’m guessing those other matters include wooing my father?”

“And comments like that are precisely why he’s asked me to keep an eye on you. He wants me to make sure that you are the perfect gentleman at the ball.”

“I am aware of how my father wants me to conduct myself tonight. Pray tell, since when have I not followed his rules?”

“Ever since you met that girl in the market a few months ago.”

He felt a swell of emotion rise in his chest. “What can I say? Falling in love with my lady changed me.”

“And your clandestine meeting created more work for the rest of us. How I long for the days where you would stay on the palace grounds and attend to your duties,” the servant said with a heavy sigh.

“You say that as if you don’t enjoy breaking the rules, as well. What happened to the man who helped me escape last week?”

“Today, that man is old, tired, and hungry.”

“You never cease to amaze me, Plagg. How can you be both chaotic and lazy at the same time? Teach me your ways.”

“Oh, trust me, you don’t need any lessons in rule-breaking. You’re doing fine all on your own.”

“Only because I learned from the best.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Your Highness.”

Adrien did his best to hold back a smile. “While that may be true, your old cloak gets me everywhere I need to go.”

“For the love of all that is good in this world, please refrain from disappearing tonight.” Plagg pinched the bridge of his nose. “I would like to enjoy my evening at the ball without actually worrying about you.”

“I only disappear when it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Necessary to see your lady friend?”

“Precisely! And she’s coming tonight, so I have no need to leave the palace. You will be able to enjoy your disgusting cheese in peace.”

The door flew open and thudded against the wall. “Good morning, Your Highness! Isn’t it a wonderful day.”

“Not while you’re around,” Plagg mumbled under his breath.

Adrien glared at the older man. “Would you stop that? Even though he’s being strangely formal with his greeting this morning, Nino is like a brother to me.”

“Trust me, young sire, my aching bones are fully aware of that fact. I know that he’s your partner in crime.”

Nino shot Adrien a worried look. “He knows? What did you tell him?”

“Where do you think I got the cloak?” Adrien shrugged.

“You’re telling me that you got the idea for Chat Noir from him?”

Plagg scoffed. “Excuse me, but long ago and far away, I was Chat Noir. This fledgling over here is my successor.”

Nino smiled, tipped his hat, and bowed. “Good show, sir. May I just say that the cat ears on the cloak are a nice touch.”

“My darling Tikki came up with that idea. She even sewed them on for me. It helped us through the dark times we experienced under the former king’s rule.”

“Are you telling us that life is better with King Gabriel seated on the throne? Goodness, you have some low standards, old man,” Nino chuckled.

“You know I could have you beheaded for talking that way about the king.” Adrien threw his legs over the side of the bed.

“You could, but then you’d lose the greatest Captain of the Guard this kingdom has ever seen.”

“I’m sure we could find some eager, young recruit who would be up to the task.”

“But he wouldn’t be your best friend.”

Adrien stood up. “You’ve got me there.”

“All jokes aside, are you ready for tonight?” Nino asked with a grin.

“Surely you jest?” Plagg laughed, “He won’t stop talking about his ‘foolproof’ plan. That’s why he’s so tired this morning. He was up all night making sure everything was...oh, how did he put it? Purr-fect.”

“Wow,” Nino shook his head, “You’re really taking on that Chat Noir persona with gusto, aren’t you?”

He shook his head. “That’s just it, my friend. I think Chat Noir is who I’ve always been. When I put on the mask and cloak, I feel like I can finally be myself. I’m no longer Prince Adrien. I’m just...well, I’m just Adrien.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you are a prince.”

“Yes, but for a moment, I’m free to live my life as if I’m not. People treat me differently. They see past the jewels and title.”

“It’s not like anyone would know that you’re the prince anyway. You haven’t been paraded around in public since your mother died, and that was years ago. No one would recognize you.”

“Still, one can never be too careful.”

“With your dad around, I can’t argue with that.”

“Yes, especially with how unreasonable he’s been as of late.”

“He’s always unreasonable, but I agree. I can’t believe he reacted like that when you told him about the girl you met.”

“Well, I did meet her when I snuck out, and I know that he isn’t pleased about that. Unfortunately, I also know that he’s doing everything in his power to keep me from the love of my life. He wants me to marry a princess, but why can’t he see that my lady is royalty in my eyes. She would make an excellent queen one day.”

“Is that why he turned this event into a masquerade at the last minute?”

“Yes, and even though everyone will be wearing masks tonight, I will recognize my lady. Our love will help us find each other,” Adrien declared confidently.

“That and the dress you secretly commissioned Tikki to make for your lady friend,” Plagg noted.

Nino released a heavy sigh. “That was you? You’re the reason I haven’t seen Alya in a week? She and Tikki have been working on that gown day and night. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because the fewer people who knew the better.” Adrien hung his head. “You’ve been an amazing friend. You kept my escapades as Chat Noir a secret, and I didn’t want my crazy plan to outsmart my father to further jeopardize your position as Captain of the Guard.”

“You know I’d do anything for you. I consider you a part of my family.”

“I know, but contrary to popular belief, I’d like to actually keep you around.”

“I guess that’s good to hear. Thank you, brother.”

“Speaking of the wonderful Alya, I hope that she’s excited for tonight.”

“Honestly, she was surprised that she even got an invitation. Alya told me that while she was living in King André and Queen Audrey’s kingdom, they would have fabulous parties in which they never invited the ‘common folk’.”

“Alya is anything but common.”

Nino clapped his hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me twice. I think I’m going to ask for her hand in marriage tonight.”

“Truly?” Adrien embraced his friend. “Congratulations. You are a lucky man.”

Plagg cleared his throat. “May I remind you that breakfast starts in fifteen minutes? I doubt you want your father in a foul mood today.”

“My father never eats breakfast with me. He’ll never know if I’m late.”

“He’s already in the dining hall counting down the minutes until your arrival.”

“WHAT?”

Adrien ran to his closet and threw open the door. He tossed on a pair of tight black pants, a billowing white shirt, and a green vest with gold embroidery.

“Do I look presentable?” he asked while pulling on his black riding boots.

“How you are able to look like that minutes after waking up I’ll never know,” Nino chuckled.

“I will take that as a ‘yes’.”

Plagg pulled out a pocket watch. “Now, you have three minutes to get downstairs.”

After taking a glance at himself in the mirror on his wall, Adrien ran out of his bedroom and bounded down the stairs. He took a moment to slow his breathing and adjust his vest before quietly walking into the dining hall and taking a seat.

“You’re late,” King Gabriel said without looking up from the papers in his hands.

“I’m sorry, father.” Adrien carefully placed his napkin in his lap. “It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t. You’ve been late for a lot of things recently. Is there anything you wish to tell me? You’re still not sneaking out to see that girl, are you?”

“No, sir.”

“I see. Well, I hope that you are prepared for this evening’s festivities.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Tonight’s event is very important for the future of our kingdom.”

“I am aware.”

“Also, I hope you are ready to announce who your future bride will be by the end of the night.”

Adrien choked on air. “Excuse me?”

King Gabriel put down the papers. “This ball is meant for you to choose a wife. I’ve invited plenty of royal families from neighboring kingdoms. Surely you’ll have no problem choosing someone suitable to rule by your side.”

“But father, we’ve never discussed anything like this. I thought tonight was merely a pre-coronation celebration.”

“It is, and at your coronation next week, you will have your future queen by your side.”

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes, Adrien.” The king leaned forward. “Come this time next week, you will have been declared the crown prince of this kingdom. Our citizens need to know that the royal line of succession remains intact. Having a fiancée will ensure the people that you will have an heir one day.”

“But why only one night to choose?” Adrien did his best to stay composed. “This is not one of our traditions. Mother was not by your side at your coronation.”

“We live in a different world now. Things are not as they were when I was your age.”

“That’s because grandfather was still king.”

“You will not speak of that man in my presence!”

“And why not?”

Gabriel paused and took a deep breath before returning his attention to his son. “Why the sudden hesitation to marry? You seemed all too eager when you told me about the commoner you met in the market.”

Anger continued to boil in Adrien’s gut. “Is that what all of this is about? I know that’s why you turned this into a masquerade, but would you really rather see me miserable than to love someone beneath our status?”

“I would rather see you in a strong political alliance than throw away your greatest bargaining chip for a frivolous romance with some girl.”

“So, my heart is a bargaining chip?”

“No, your hand in marriage is.”

“I love her, father.”

“You don’t even know her name.”

“It never came up, and I plan on learning it tonight.”

“Love and politics do not go hand in hand.”

“Then why were you allowed to love my mother? Or was all of that a lie?”

Both he and his father locked eyes as a tense silence fell between them. After several uncomfortable minutes, a quiet cough caused Adrien to break his stare.

Nathalie sauntered across the room and took her place next to the king. “Pardon my intrusion, sire.”

His father’s lips curled into a disconcerting smile. “Ahh, good morning, Grand Duchess. I trust the preparations for tonight are nearly complete.”

“Indeed they are, Your Majesty; however, I came here to remind Adrien that he has his final suit fitting in ten minutes.”

“Just as well.” Gabriel redirected his attention to his son. “It would be impolite for you to be late for your appointment with the seamstress. It is not proper to make life unreasonably difficult for our staff.”

“You’re one to talk,” Adrien mumbled under his breath.

The king slammed his hand against the table. “I beg your pardon?”

Not wanting to apologize for his insubordination, Adrien turned his head and looked at the entranceway to the dining hall. Plagg stood silently in the threshold with Nino by his side. Seeing his support system reminded him of all that he had experienced as Chat Noir over the past several months.

He’d found freedom.

He’d found love.

He’d found a life.

And now his father was threatening to take all of it away. Adrien knew that he had to do everything in his power to find the right girl at the ball, and at that moment, he realized that his lady needed to be able to find him, as well.

A wave of confidence washed away the anger. “I don’t want to wear the white suit tonight. I want to wear black.”

“What did I say about making things difficult for the servants?” Gabriel seethed.

“I have a black suit.”

“Black is for funerals, Adrien. This is meant to be a joyous occasion.”

“Is it? I had no idea.”

“Excuse me?”

“May I interject, Your Majesty,” Plagg said, stepping into the room.

Gabriel looked at the servant. “Yes, please come in. Anything to help my son see reason.”

“Actually, I was going to suggest a compromise.”

“Oh, how very diplomatic, Plagg. My son could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Thank you, my lord. I noticed that tensions were running high, and I know that several royal families are staying here at the palace. I thought it might be important for our guests to see us looking calm and collected. Also, getting ourselves worked up now will do us no favors for our moods come this evening.”

“As per usual, you’re absolutely right. We shouldn’t let our emotions get the best of us. Let’s hear your suggestion.”

“What if the prince wore his blue suit? He looked rather becoming in it at your birthday dinner last month.”

“If I recall things correctly, that suit had a tear on the sleeve.”

“Yes, Your Highness, but our seamstress could mend it in a matter of minutes.”

Gabriel tapped his chin. “Very well. Have one of the maids fetch my son’s blue suit and bring it to Tikki.”

“I shall bring it to her myself.” Plagg bowed and exited the room.

The king turned towards Adrien. “As for you, I expect your best behavior tonight. There will be serious consequences if I find that you are rude to our guests.”

Every muscle in his body felt tense. “I would never be rude to our guests. They have done nothing wrong. However, don’t expect me to fall in love with anyone new tonight.”

“Let’s just see what happens at the ball.”

“Yes, let’s.”

“You may take your leave now, Adrien. You don’t want to keep Tikki waiting.” Gabriel dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

“I will see you at the ball, father.” Adrien stood, bowed, and exited the room.

When he turned the corner and began walking down the long corridor towards Tikki’s chambers, Nino grabbed him by the arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“What was that?” his friend hissed through gritted teeth, “I’ve never seen you talk to your father that way? I’m all for thwarting his evil plans behind his back, but do you really think that was wise? This isn’t like you.”

Adrien pulled his arm out of Nino’s grip and continued walking towards his destination. “I’m tired of not being heard.”

“You will have plenty of time to be heard when you are king.”

“Yes, but forcing me to choose a bride tonight is his way of making sure that he’s able to maintain some control even when I am the king. He’s setting up political alliances, and if my father gets his way, I’ll always be his puppet. This morning proved to me that I’m merely a pawn in whatever sick game he’s been playing behind the scenes, and I’ll have no more of it.”

“Are you insinuating that your father is actually up to something nefarious? I was kidding about the whole ‘evil plan’ thing before.”

“Honestly, I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but this confirms it for me. He obviously doesn’t care about my happiness, so I don’t care what his plans are. He had my mother; therefore, I am well within my rights to marry for love. I will find my lady tonight, and if she’ll have me, I will ask her to be my bride.”

“Then it’s a good thing that dress is almost complete,” Plagg chuckled as Adrien entered Tikki’s room.

Relief washed over him. “It is?”

“Indeed, Your Highness,” Tikki replied cheerfully, “I just have to finish sewing on the beading. Would you like to see it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Come with me.”

The seamstress motioned for Adrien to follow, and he happily obliged. She led him into a large storage space filled with dozens of dress forms, but a floor-length ball gown made of shiny red satin immediately caught his eye. Intricate beading glittered in the closet’s dim light and covered the dress’s bodice with swirling patterns. The sleeves draped delicately off the mannequin’s shoulders and met in the middle to create a sweetheart neckline.

“Tikki.” Adrien ran his fingers along the smooth fabric on the skirt. “You and Alya did an amazing job. My lady will love the dress.”

The older woman smiled. ‘I’m happy you like it, Your Highness.”

“I love it.”

“Did you tell your lady friend what to say to my apprentice when she goes to retrieve it from the shop?”

“Yes, I spoke with her last night. She knows to tell Alya that the dress is from Chat Noir. I also gave her the pink rose and told her to use it as payment.”

“And I will make sure that her invitation is with the dress when she comes to pick it up.”

“Excellent.”

“Everything's in order. You have nothing to worry about, Your Highness. Now, shoo! I must finish this dress and have it sent into town!”

“Thank you, Tikki!”Adrien laughed, backed out of the storage closet, and bumped into Nino.

“Hey!” Nino exclaimed, rubbing his arm.

“Sorry. I was too busy trying to memorize how that dress looked.”

“I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Thank you.”

“So, was it all you hoped it would be?”

“It’s a stunning gown, and I’ll have no trouble recognizing my lady...as long as she’s the one wearing it. What if this doesn’t work? What if something goes wrong? Now that my father wants me to choose a bride tonight, there’s so much more at stake.”

Nino put his hands on Adrien’s shoulders. “Breathe, my friend. That dress is only meant to be one way for you to recognize your lady. Surely there are other things that you can use to confirm her identity.”

“You’re right.” Adrien nodded. “I would know my lady anywhere. I have a whole list of things that I can use to make sure that I’m dancing with the right girl tonight.”

“Well, it’s time for your fencing lesson. You can tell me all about your list on the way there.”

Adrien felt some of his nervousness melt away. “Excellent! First, let me tell you about her eyes.”

“Something tells me that it’s going to be a long day,” Nino groaned.

“Oh, just wait until I tell you about the song I heard in a dream! When I sang it for her, she kissed me!”

“How many more things are on your list, Adrien?”

“I’m just getting started, Nino, and I’ve got all day until the ball begins!”

Over the next few hours, Adrien went to his fencing lesson, talked with his best friend, gave the musicians the sheet music for the song he’d sung for his lady, attended to an array of princely duties, and got ready for the ball. Once he was dressed in his navy blue suit, he fastened his mask to his face with a ribbon and placed a silver crown on his head. He then made his way to the ballroom.

Once inside, Adrien kept his eyes glued on the door. He was vaguely aware of the crowds of people and lively music that swirled around him, but the only thing he could hear was the sound of his heart pounding against his eardrums. His anxiousness grew with each passing thump.

“Are you okay, brother?” Nino asked, tapping him on the shoulder, “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He wiped his hands against his pants. “No, I’m not okay. She’s not here yet. I fear something may have happened to her.”

“Well, Alya took the dress to Tikki’s shop a few hours ago, and your lady friend is probably still getting ready.”

“What if my lady forgot what to say to Alya? What if Alya doesn’t believe that my lady is the one who was meant to wear the dress? What if…”

Nino cut him off, “I’m sure everything will work out. If something happened with the dress, you have plenty of other ways to make sure that you pick the right girl. Remember?”

Adrien nodded. “Yes, my lady is much more than the dress she’ll put on tonight. I will be able to recognize her.”

“Exactly! You have the song that you heard in the dream.”

“And there’s the color of her eyes and her love of pink.”

“By the end of tonight, you will know your lady’s name, and she will be your future bride.”

“Only if she says yes.”

“If she’s anything like she is in the stories you’ve told me, you don’t have anything to worry about. It sounds like she’s pretty enamored with you, as well,” Nino laughed.

“I hope so.” Adrien took a deep breath. “Otherwise this is going to be an awkward night.”

The doors at the top of the stairs swung open, and Adrien’s knees went weak when he saw a guest who was wearing his commissioned dress appear on the balcony. Time stood still as the raven-haired woman floated down the stairs and across the room. He thought he was going to pass out when she finally stopped in front of him.

The woman curtsied. “Good evening, Your Highness.”

His gaze remained transfixed on the woman. “Good evening, my…”

Everything inside of Adrien stopped when their eyes met. Behind the red and gold mask that covered the top half of her face, he was met with two shining, brown irises, not the bright ocean blue he’d been expecting,

“Are you alright?” she asked with worry lacing her voice, “Do you feel unwell?”

He shook his head and fought back tears that had begun to pool in his eyes. “My most sincere apologies, miss. I mistook you for someone else.”

“Well, I’m afraid you and I have never met. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Princess Kagami Tsurugi.”

“Ahhhh, yes. I remember my father mentioning that you and your mother were coming to stay with us. I apologize for not coming to see you when you arrived. Are you enjoying your visit to our kingdom?”

“I am! I even met someone who is supposed to be working here tonight. I fear that I may have promised to spend the evening with him, and I didn’t really plan on dancing with you. I hope you’re not upset. I know my mother is. She likes it when I follow the rules and spending the night with a commoner definitely goes against her rules.”

“I completely understand. My father isn’t too happy with me right now either.” Adrien took both of Kagami’s hands in his own and chuckled. “Trust me when I say that I’m not offended, princess. As long as we’re both being honest, I wasn’t really planning on dancing with you either. I’m still waiting for someone to arrive.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, a girl.”

“Is she also a commoner?”

“Yes.”

“And that is why your father is angry.”

“He doesn’t want me to marry beneath my status.”

“Then we live very similar lives.”

“It appears that way.” Adrien paused before continuing. “Also, I don’t know how or why, but you’re wearing her dress.”

“I am? Is that why you thought I was someone else?” Kagami cocked her head to the side. “Did you think I was her?”

“I did. May I inquire as to how you obtained the gown?”

“The Grand Duchess brought it to my room this afternoon.”

“Nathalie?”

“I believe that was her name, yes.”

Adrien turned to Nino. “Now do you see what I mean about my father? He has to be up to something.”

“Is it bad for me to say that I’m not surprised?” Nino asked, shaking his head.

“Not at all. I’ve come to expect this kind of nonsense from him over the past few months.”

“Well, brother, tonight is not the night to be thinking about your father. Right now, we need to focus on finding your lady.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Kagami looked between both boys.

Adrien sighed. “I’m not sure. Right now my lady is without a dress and an invitation. There’s no way for her to get into the palace, and I have no idea where she is right now.”

Nino rubbed his chin. “We could always check her house.”

“I can’t just leave.” Adrien pointed to the balcony overlooking the dancefloor. “My father is quite literally watching my every move, and I don’t want Plagg to get in trouble. Remember, he’s supposed to be ‘watching’ me.”

“Then, let’s just wait for Alya. I’m sure she could help us come up with something.”

“Are you two talking about me behind my back?” Alya laughed, entering the conversation.

“Perfect timing, as always, my love,” Nino leaned over and kissed Alya on the cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. Enough sweet talk. I have to tell you two about the night I had.” She turned to look at Kagami. “Or should I say three of you?”

Adrien scratched the back of his head. “We’re having an interesting night, as well.”

“Considering that’s the red dress that made me age ten years in two hours, I’m guessing that you know part of what I’m about to tell you.”

“We don’t know much. Princess Kagami just told us that Nathalie brought the dress to her room this afternoon.”

“Wait,” Alya turned to the woman in the dress, “you’re Kagami? My best friend told me all about you.”

“Oh, you must be Alya.” Kagami clasped her hands in front of her. “She told me all about you, as well. I was hoping to meet you here tonight.”

“She told me that she introduced you to Luka.”

“Yes, I did get the chance to meet him.”

“I also heard that you two kissed by the fountain last night.”

Kagami smirked. “A princess never kisses and tells.”

Alya chuckled. “I can see why she likes you. I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re the one who accidentally received her dress.”

“Hold on.” Adrien held up his hand. “Are you telling me that your best friend is the person who was supposed to get this dress? You know my lady?”

“Your lady? There’s only one person who calls her that. Wait...you’re Chat Noir?” Alya pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. “You’re the masked gentleman who’s visited my best friend almost every single night for the past three months?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“So, that means that you’re the one who commissioned the dress?”

“Yes, and I’m desperate to know what happened.”

Alya nodded. “Of course. Umm...let’s see, Tikki sent me into town with the dress once it was completed. I waited for about an hour, and the Grand Duchess told me that the dress was from Chat Noir, and she gave me a pink rose as payment. Tikki told me that the person who did those two things was the rightful owner of the dress, so I gave it to her.”

“And what about my lady?”

“You keep calling her ‘your lady’. Do you not know her name?”

“If we’re being fair, she doesn’t know mine, and I plan on asking her what it is once I find her. Right now you’re the only one who can help us.”

“Point taken. Well, when she came into the shop, she also said the right words and tried to give me the rose, and that’s when I knew that there had been a terrible mistake. I was about to give her my dress and invitation when Tikki arrived and saved the day. All the dresses in the shop had been cleared out, so I don’t know where Tikki found the one that she gave her.”

Adrien breathed a sigh of relief. “So, she did get a dress?”

“Yes,” Alya replied with a reassuring smile, “And Tikki gave her an invitation.”

“Do you know where she is now?”

The doors once again swung open, revealing another raven-haired woman; however, unlike Kagami, this guest wore a pale pink ball gown with a skirt that billowed behind her. Her arms hugged the form-fitting bodice of her dress as she scanned the room from behind a matching mask. When her eyes locked with Adrien’s, she offered him a tiny wave and beamed. He returned the gesture, and she gracefully descended the stairs. All the air left his lungs when she began to walk towards him.

“It’s her,” he whispered.

Alya placed a hand on his shoulder. “It is, and it’s time for the three of us to leave you two alone.”

“I’ll go ask Luka to play the song we gave him earlier today.” Nino then turned to Kagami. “Come, Your Highness. I will show you where the musicians are.”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” Kagami said with a smile, “Good luck, Prince Adrien.”

“Mmmhmm,” he said absentmindedly, “Thanks."

Even as the trio walked away, his eyes remained glued to the woman who was slowly making her way across the room. He desperately wanted to run through the crowd, sweep her off her feet, and hold her close, but he knew that his father was still watching; therefore, he made the difficult decision to hold his position.

She quickened her pace the last few feet, crashed into him, and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m so happy to see you, Chaton. You’ll never believe the night I’ve had.”

Adrien wrapped his arms around her and felt fully at peace for the first time that night. “Good evening, my lady. Words cannot describe how overjoyed I am that you are finally here.”

“I apologize for not wearing the dress you got me, but there was a little mix-up at the shop.”

“I heard, and I don’t care. All that matters is that you are here and that you are safe.”

“But how did you know that it was me?”

“I could see your beautiful blue eyes from across the room.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and considering the number of times I’ve gotten lost in your eyes, I would recognize them anywhere.”

“Stop! You’re going to make me blush. How do you always manage to say the most wonderful things?”

“My words come straight from the heart when I’m with you.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you bring out the best in me.”

Her cheeks grew red as she pulled away from the embrace and tapped him on the nose. “Alright, kitty-cat, am I supposed to listen to your sweet talk all night, or are we going to dance?”

He took one of her hands, raised it to his lips, and kissed it. “I am ready to do whatever the lady wishes.”

Adrien’s gesture sent her into a fit of giggles that came to an abrupt halt. “Is that a crown?”

“This is it,” his mind reassured him, “Now’s your chance to tell her who you really are.”

“Yes,” he stated with as much confidence as he could muster.

“Oh.” She visibly swallowed. “Is it part of your masquerade costume or are you wearing it for another reason?”

“I wear it every day. My father would be very upset if I took it off. He’s been watching me all night, so he would know if I did.”

“Your father?”

Adrien pointed to the lofted space where his father and several other dignitaries sat with stone-faced expressions. When she turned her head to look, Adrien watched her hands clench the fabric on her skirt.

“My lady?” he asked tentatively, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m f-fine,” she squeaked, “Is your father the one sitting on the throne?”

“Yes.”

She spun around and faced him. “You’re Prince Adrien?”

His heart sank at the sight of tears shining in her eyes. “I am.”

“Your Highness,” she said quickly, curtsying low, “I am not worthy to stand in your presence. I apologize for my inappropriate behavior. I’ll take my leave.”

“Wait!” He reached out and gently grabbed her hand, “Are you leaving because my title makes you nervous, or are you leaving because you don’t want to be with me anymore?”

“I want to be with you more than anything. My heart aches when you leave me each night.”

“Then stay. Please.”

“I’m not royalty.”

“You could be.”

“I’m just a baker’s daughter. I’m not special.”

Adrien leaned in. “Yes, you are. You’re purr-fect.”

She laughed and wiped a stray tear with the back of her hand. “You really are my Chaton, aren’t you?”

“I am. This is why I didn’t tell you that I was the prince. I wanted you to get to know me without all of the distractions that come with the crown. Can you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive.”

“You’re not angry?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I understand. Your instincts were right. I probably would have run away from you if I had known the truth.”

He took her hands. “Are you going to run away now?”

“Now why would I go and do something like that? You still haven’t given me that dance you promised.”

“Is that so?”

The song being played by the musicians faded away, and the lilting sound of a familiar melody began to resonate throughout the ballroom. Adrien took his lady’s hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Is that what I think it is?” Her voice was laced with disbelief.

Adrien nodded. “It is.”

“I thought you said that you heard that song in a dream.”

“I did, and it plays in my head every time I think of you. It was driving me insane, and I finally had to write it down after a few days. I gave the sheet music to Luka, and Nino just asked him to play it.”

“Does this mean that I finally get to dance with you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

He pulled her close and placed one of his hands on her waist. She rested her free hand on his shoulder, and they began to glide across the floor. For a moment, everything else in the room melted away, and the only thing left was the incredible woman in his arms.

All too soon, the song ended and the rest of the world came crashing back into focus. He became painfully aware of his father’s overbearing glare, and his brain desperately searched for a way to be alone with his lady.

“It’s getting kind of warm in here,” Adrien mumbled, tugging at his collar.

“Perhaps we could go outside?” she shrugged.

“That’s a wonderful idea. I can show you the palace gardens.” He held out his arm for her to take.

She smiled and linked her arm with his, and he quickly escorted her out of the ballroom, down the hall, and through a set of doors that led to the gardens. They walked in a comfortable silence until they reached a quiet corner that was hidden by a willow tree in full bloom. Within the tiny space, there was a white gazebo and dozens of rose bushes.

“They’re all pink.” She reached out and touched the petals of a rose in full bloom.

Adrien felt a pang of sadness shoot through his heart. “This was my mother’s favorite spot. She planted all of the bushes here. When I was younger, we’d sit inside the gazebo, and she’d read me all kinds of stories.”

“That’s a beautiful memory. Thank you for showing me this place.”

“She would have loved you. Probably almost as much as I do.”

He heard her breath catch. “What did you say?”

“I think I may have just told you that I love you,” he chuckled.

“You’ve never said that to me before.”

“I mean it, my lady. I love you with all that I am.”

“But you’re the prince, and I’m just a commoner.”

“That doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“What does that mean for us then?”

“It means that I want us to be together.”

“Your father wouldn’t approve.”

“I don’t care what my father thinks. He’s not going to be king forever.”

“Okay.” She walked into the gazebo and sat down on a bench. “Let’s say we do begin courting. Then what would happen? It’s not like we could have a normal relationship.”

Adrien took a seat next to her. “My lady, our relationship thus far has been anything but normal.”

“True, but still! How would this even work?”

“Well, by the end of the ball, I am expected to choose a bride. If you’ll have me, when we go back inside, I will declare you as my future wife. Then you will stand by my side at my coronation next week, and in a year’s time we’ll be wed.”

“You want me to marry you?”

“More than anything in this world. You’re already a princess in my eyes, why not make it official?”

“A princess?”

“Yes, the wife of the crown prince becomes a princess. Then, when I become king, you would become my queen.”

“Queen?”

“My lady, you are the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Even in the face of great hardship, you manage to stay positive and selfless. You have the kindest heart and the quickest mind. This kingdom would be lucky to have you as it’s queen. You make my life better and brighter, and I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

She smiled and choked back a sob. “I love you, too.”

“Are those happy tears?” Using his thumb, Adrien wiped the wetness off of one of her cheeks.

“Yes.” She nodded into his hand. “They’re very happy tears. I love you, too.”

He laughed, took her hands, and got down on one knee. “In that case, my beautiful lady, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She pulled him to his feet and threw her arms around him. “A thousand times, yes!”

Adrien picked her up and spun her around, causing her to giggle. When he placed her back onto the ground, he kept her in his arms and rested his forehead against hers.

Without letting go, he pulled away. “There’s just one thing that you need to do before I can go back inside and tell my father that I made my decision.”

“Oh,” she said, looking up, “and what might that be?”

“I need you to tell your name.”

“My goodness, I never told you what it was, did I?”

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t want to tell me what it was during our first meeting, and I didn’t want to upset you by asking again.”

“You should have said something! I feel so silly now.”

“Don’t, my lady. We had an interesting start to our relationship. We both chose not to disclose our names, so it makes sense why you would choose to keep something like that to yourself.”

“I just got so used to hearing you call me ‘your lady’, that I forgot to tell you.”

She let go of his hands, took a step back, untied the ribbon holding her mask in place, and smiled. “My name is Marinette.”

Joy flooded his body and his mind began to spin. Her name sounded like the sweetest symphony. Adrien felt himself falling in love with her all over again. Everything made sense. His lady was Marinette, and all was right with the world.

Then, everything faded to black.

***

Adrien’s eyes flicked open. His heart was racing and he gasped for air. His mind scrambled to hold onto the memory of the dream that was slowly fading away.

“My lady is Marinette,” he whispered.

Plagg groaned. “Kid, why are you awake? It is three o’clock in the morning, and I thought I told you not to wake me up.”

“Ladybug is Marinette.”

“Finally.”

“Marinette is Ladybug.”

“Yes, we’ve already established that.”

“I’m not in love with two people.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to be up for the rest of the night talking about this.”

“How can I sleep at a time like this?”

“Just close your eyes or something,” Plagg grumbled, “You can finish having your existential crisis in the morning.”

He turned away from his Kwami and let his mind race. “She was right next to me the entire time.”

Adrien grabbed his phone, tapped the screen, and pulled up a new browser. He only had eighteen hours to figure out how to tell Ladybug that he knew who she was. And right now, all he could do was hope that she wanted to know his identity, as well.

And he could also buy flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.

[dragonfatewriting]

Rainy Lullaby

A terrible storm hits Moomin valley and as everyone is taking refuge in Moomin house, Snufkin grows tired and falls asleep. As it turns out he falls asleep on Moomin and cuteness ensues.

Just another fluffy story before bed.

A storm was brewing outside Moominhouse, it was the last storm of spring. It crashed and boomed with such ferocity that it shook the house. Moomin’s family along with Sniff, Snufkin, and Little My were taking refuge in the house. Snufkin had been playing his trusty harmonica in order to distract from the booming outside. However it would only work for a little while until a particularly loud crash from outside would make Sniff cry out in fear. Little My found all of this terribly amusing and would laugh loudly at Sniff’s antics.

“I just get surprised that’s all.” Sniff would tell her, flushed with embarrassment.

“You have been surprised five times now. When are you going to toughen up?” Little My mocked.

“Now Little My, I can’t blame Sniff, the storm is ever so dreadful.” Moominmama defended gently.

“I am just so grateful that we are safe and warm.”

“Mama’s right.” Moominpapa agreed.

“I haven’t seen a storm like this in...well...quite some time. By the way how is your campsite Snufkin? I imagine it must be difficult to keep up with in this weather.”

Snufkin had stopped playing his harmonica when Sniff had let out his cry and turned to answer Papa.

“Yes it is. I’m afraid I haven’t got much sleep due to the wind, My tent is also coming apart and I fear it can’t stand in this weather.”

It was true, Snufkin had been running around for days keeping his campsite clear and finding caves to take refuge in. This night however was the worst and Mama insisted on Snufkin staying instead of searching for a cave out in the storm. Snufkin agreed not wanting to upset Moominmama or her son and he was much too tired to search anyway. There were deep bags under his eyes and his playing while still beautiful was much slower as well.

Moomin was sitting next to his friend and would occasionally glance at him in worry. Moomin knew Snufkin could take care of himself but he did feel much better to have him here. He would often worry when the weather took an unexpected turn, Snufkin would always be okay though.

“I hope the storm clears soon, I appreciate you letting me stay and sorry for any troubles.” Snufkin said looking towards Moominmama who was the caretaker of the house.

“Not at all Snufkin. You can stay as long as you like, none of us mind. Moomin especially loves having you over.” Mama replied, smiling at her son.

Moomin couldn’t help but blush at his mother’s words, it was no secret that Moomin really liked Snufkin. Snufkin smiled back at Moomin before yawning, he tried to cover it but he really was very tired. The storm was still raging but the thunder and lightning had calmed down, this didn’t help Sniff’s nerves as Little My would make loud sounds tormenting him.

“I swear I will get you back one day.” Sniff muttered to himself.

“Oh please, like a scaredy cat like you could scare me.” Little My boasted.

“Now Little My I am sure Sniff has had enough. Why don’t I make you a nice relaxing tea Sniff?” Moominmama offered.

“Yes please! Oh and do you have any delicious cakes or jams?” Sniff asked his fear quite forgotten.

“Why yes, in fact I made this rather scrumptious cake this morning. Moomin and Papa seemed to really enjoy it.”

“Very much so Mama, you really outdid yourself. In fact I wouldn’t mind having another slice right now.” Papa praised, getting up from his chair.

“Oh boy I can’t wait to have it. Let me help you Moominmama.” Sniff volunteered in excitement following Mama and Papa out of the room.

Hey wait. I want some cake too!” Little My called out, running after them.

The room was quiet now with the only sound being the wind and rain outside. Moomin turned to ask Snufkin if he wanted some cake too but instead felt a soft thump on his shoulder. Moomin was surprised to find Snufkin had fallen asleep on him with his hat tilted to one side threatening to fall off.

“Snufkin must be more tired than I thought.” Moomin told himself.

Snufkin looked quite content on Moomin’s shoulder and Moomin was unsure what to do with himself. Snufkin had never fallen asleep on the troll, preferring to sleep on the grass or inside his tent. Moomin debated waking him up, since he knew how much Snufkin liked his own space. He could always get the others to help him to a bed too so he wouldn’t wake up.

Then again Snufkin did seem comfortable and he wouldn’t have fallen asleep if he didn’t want to. It was a sign that Snufkin was comfortable with Moomin and it was this thought that warmed Moomin. Still maybe he should move Snufkin just in case…

During Moomin’s internal debate, he had begun to shift around a bit in worry and Snufkin felt it. Still asleep, Snufkin furrowed his brow and frowned, his soft, warm pillow was moving and he wanted it to stop. He let out a noise in disapproval and wrapped both arms around the pillow, burying his face into it. The moving stopped and Snufkin let out a sigh of contentment.

Moomin’s face felt like it was on fire from blushing and he swore he was no longer white but pink. Any thought of moving Snufkin had left his mind. Snufkin who was usually so closed off and reserved was now cuddling him like he was his favorite pillow. Snufkin’s hat had fallen off completely now, revealing his brown hair and Moomin could feel said hair brush against him everytime Snufkin breathed.

Moomin noticed how relaxed Snufkin looked and had the urge to wrap his arms around him. Moomin’s heart was pounding loudly and he wondered if Snufkin could hear it. Slowly and being careful not to disturb Snufkin as he rest, Moomin wrapped his arms around him. Snufkin seemed to like this and relaxed further into Moomin. Moomin remembered how his Mama used to rub his back to help him sleep better and decided that maybe Snufkin would sleep better if he did it.

Moomin began to slowly move his arm up and down Snufkin’s back. Snufkin seemed to like this and soon Moomin began to feel a deep rumbling sound that seemed to be coming from his friend. The sound grew and Moomin realized that Snufkin was purring like a cat. Moomin didn’t know Snufkin could purr but was delighted he could learn more about his friend. The sound wasn’t bad either and created a wonderful melody with the rain.

“Even asleep Snufkin makes the most beautiful music.” Moomin thought to himself.

“Sniff you klutz! You nearly ruined the cake!” Little my’s voice nearly made Moomin jump.

“Oh it was an accident. I never meant to trip honest.” Sniff defended himself.

Little My and the others had come back into the drawing room. Little My and Sniff were too engrossed in their conversation to notice Moomin and Snufkin. Moominmama and Papa however paused noticing the situation their son was in. Moomin for the third time that night felt a blush spread on his face.

“Oh dear Snufkin must be quite tired.” Mama said putting her slice of cake down.

“I will go check on the guest bedrooms and make sure they are ready.”

Papa had set down his slice of cake as Mama went upstairs.

“Do you need some help with Snufkin?” Papa asked his son.

“Oh no, it’s okay Papa. Snufkin is not that heavy besides he really is tired, he can stay a little longer.” Moomin replied, he still had some blush on his face.

“Wait a minute. What’s that sound?” Little My asked, finally done tormenting Sniff.

“Yeah. I hear it too, it almost sounds like a cat.” Sniff remarked, his ears twitching.

“Please keep it down, I don’t want to wake Snufkin.” Moomin hushed worried that the noise would disturb his friend.

Snufkin however didn’t seem fazed and continued his blissful purring.

“But I want to know where the sound is coming from.” Little My protested.

“Well if you must know, it’s coming from Snufkin.” Moomin replied in an attempt to quiet her down.

“Wow I never heard Snufkin make that sound before.” Sniff said in surprise.

“Ah yes now I remember, the Joxter, Snufkin’s papa, would make that sound as well.” Moominpapa informed.

“It’s just means he is comfortable and happy.”

Moomin was glad to hear this, he liked the sound and thought that Snufkin should make it more often.

“Happy huh. I bet Snufkin is not the only one who is happy.” Little My sent a grin towards Moomin.

Moomin scoffed at her but decided not to answer and simply went back to rubbing Snufkin’s back.

Eventually the room quieted down as Little My and Sniff ate their cake slices, no longer interested in Snufkin’s purring. Eventually Mama came down from the guest rooms and remarked how nice Snufkin’s purring was.

“It's nice to hear him make such a happy sound.” Mama said with a smile.

Moomin agreed but didn’t say so in fear that Little My would tease him more.

As Snufkin rested, Moomin soon began to feel tired himself. Snufkin was so warm against him with the purring creating a relaxing rhythm against the young troll. Moomin began to feel his eyes growing heavy, he rested his head against Snufkin’s, breathing in his scent and closing his eyes.

“Moomin, Moomin, wake up Moomin.” A soft voice was calling out, shaking Moomin awake.

The troll opened his eyes to see Snufkin awake and with his hat on.

“Oh Snufkin…” Moomin yawned. “How was your nap?”

Snufkin blushed pulling his hat over his face as he was reminded of the strange position he awoke in, as well as Little My’s teasing.

“It was good, I’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” Snufkin managed to get out.

Moomin couldn’t help but feel happy, remembering how it felt to have Snufkin cuddle him. He had even learned something new about Snufkin, despite the storm it had been a wonderful night.

“It’s alright Snufkin, I don’t mind if you take a nap on me. I am pretty comfy after all.” Moomin reassured his friend.

Snufkin nodded raising his head, he still had some blush on his cheeks.

“I will keep that in mind. Thank you Moomin.” Snufkin turned and began heading up the stairs.

“Come on, we best go to bed properly, everyone else is already asleep.”

Moomin agreed following Snufkin up the stairs. Once they reached the top Moomin wanted to ask if Snufkin wanted to sleep in his bed tonight. He held his tongue however, he didn’t want to pressure his friend after what already happened. They both said their good nights and separated. Snufkin went to the guest room that Moominmama setup and Moomin went to his own room.

The wind was howling louder now and the rain was still coming down. Moomin tossed and turned in his bed, feeling uneasy and cold despite his blankets and pillows. Moomin’s bed while not big felt much too huge and try as he might Moomin could not get to sleep.

“I wonder if Snufkin is asleep?” Moomin thought to himself.

“I wish he was here.”

After some more tossing and turning, Moomin heard a creaking coming from outside his door. He stopped moving and listened, soon the creaking stopped in front of his door and he heard the familiar sound of it opening. Moomin wondered if it was his mama coming to check on him, he rolled over only to be met with a surprise. Snufkin looking disheveled was quietly walking up to Moomin’s bed. His hair and clothes were messy like he had been doing his own tossing and turning not too long ago.

Snufkin stopped at the edge of Moomin’s bed and their eyes made contact. Without a single word, Moomin moved over to let Snufkin in his bed. Snufkin slide in next to Moomin and made himself comfortable, they were very close in the small bed that no longer felt big and cold.

“Good night Snufkin.” Moomin whispered.

“Good night Moomin.” Snufkin responded.

The wind and rain began to die down as Moomin and Snufkin fell asleep. A gentle purring could soon be heard coming from the room, creating a lovely lullaby to fall asleep to.

[zebrashavestripes]

Answer all questions for ask game about your cats!!(I'm dying for knowing about ash and Sabby pleeeaase!!😍)

Oh my goodness girl, so many, but okay.

1. Name? Ash and Sabrina2. Fur colour? Ash has grey fur on his back, with white markings on his face and white on his belly. Sabrine is the same, but with black on her back, and a special marking on her face.3. Any family you know (other than you)? They are related by blood as brother and sister, which is cute I think :)4. Age? 21 months old (my babies), which is around 17 in cat years5. Favorite toy? They love playing with cardboard for some reason, it’s super weird. There are cardboard scraps all over my house. And, according to Ash, Sabrina’s tail is his FAVOURITE toy.6. Nicknames? Ash: Ashy, Ashy baby, baby boy, pretty boy, foofy boy, crazy boy. Sabrina: Sabbi, Sabrrrrrrrrrina, Miss, purrty, pretty girl, baby girl, fluffy girl,  Miss desperate and more7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Ash is both of those and Sabrina is neither. Sabrina is too good for you. How dare you be in her prescence? But also, freaking pat her already, she’s desperate, people!8. Length of fluff? So long, omg. The flooofiest. Ash is the fluffiest, just covered in clouds of fur. Sabrina’s fur is long but a bit sleeker.9. Any funny habits? Does eating things they’re not supposed to count? Or the fact Ash always wants me to walk him to the food and keep him company while he eats. Sabrina’s habit of turning around and forcing your hand into her face is a nice one.10. How old were they when you met? 9 months. BABIES11. What does their food bowl look like? They have a conjoined bowl which is bright green and a water bowl with little fishies on.12. Indoor or outdoor cat? They’re allowed to go outside, but Ash prefers to be indoors where he can move and lounge around without cause, where as Sabrina loves exploring outside, she kept escaping when I first got her, lol13. Recent picture?

Sleepy babies.14. Old picture?

BABIES15. Cuddly? Reasonably so. I’m the only one they really let pick them up, but they don’t mind sitting beside you or on your bed and stuff. I actually think it depends on their mood, or how hot it is on the day.16. Ever changed their name? YES. I kept Ash’s name, he was called that when I got him from the SPCA. But Sabrina’s original name was Scamp which we didn’t like because such a name is not appropriate for royalty.18. Eye color? Yellow/green19. How do they express love for you? Ash follows me around the house, Sabrina walks up to me when she comes in from exploring. Both like to be in my room when I wake up. They’re really nice cats. Also, tolerating me picking me up is definitely a sign of love.20. How do you express love for them? HEAPS of pats, feeding them good food, and by telling them all the time through long blinks and actual words.21. Any theories on what breed? I don’t really care about breeds, honestly. What matters is what kind of personality they have, not their genetics.22. Do they ever wake you up? YES. Recent time Ash woke me up: He was meowing for me to get out of bed so I went and saw he had a mouse. Sadly, I was not surprised by this. Recent time Sabrina woke me up: Came into my room and started ripping up my homework, lol. Silly girl.23. How much do they meow? They aren’t super loud, but Ash will meow when we go to get his food because he’s happy about it and wants to communicate. I always meow back. Sabrina’s meow is more squeaky, lol, and she does it when someone touches her unexpectedly of when she comes inside and sees me, or when she’s been picked up and she doesn’t like it.24. Any hiding spots? Ash likes to lie beneath the table and my chair, etc. Sabrina will hide behind the couch occasionally. They have both hidden beneath stools because the fabric will hang down to cover them, bu their paws and tails peek out so I always know they’re there.25. Do they enjoy guests? Depends. A hoard of screaming children? Hell no. A lot of people in one room? Nope! They’ll be in my room the entire time. One person carefully introducing themselves? Okay, now you’re talking.26. Lofty objects to sit on? The back of the couch. Various window sills.27. Wear a collar?(and describe collar?) Yes! They have matching collars. Ash’s one is blue, Sabrina’s is purple. They both have a magnet on to get through the catflap.28. How much shedding? Inevitable with such long-haired cats. There is so much cat fluff all through the house.29. Do they enjoy brushing? Sabrina LOVES brushing. Will purr the entire time, will make you feel so special. Ash hates it. Will only let me do it, and I still will come back a little scratched and bitten. He’s a vicious boy. I love him.30. Ever drink from the toilet? Lol, yes. They leave paw maks on the bowl. But Sabrina prefers to drink from the sink. She’s more proper that way. Sometimes, they even drink from the bowl.31. How do they get your attention? For Ash, meowing usually does the trick. Sabrina, you can call her sometimes but it’s best just to go up to her.32. Embarrassing thing they’ve done? Ash fell out of a window. His face, omg. He was so ashamed.33. Weirdest thing they try to eat? Ash likes to eat peas. There’s no try about it, he does it. Sabrina likes to try to eat paper and cardboard.34. Are they like your siblings, children, or friends? They’re my children. My babies.35. What time do they eat breakfast? Whenever they want. They self regulate their eating.36. Do you cut their nails? No? Why would I do that? How else will they scratch their foes?37. Do you think they understand you? Yes. Of course.38. Ever make fun of them? Of course. Ash can be so stupid and violent (He’s an Ed Nygma, lol). Sabrina pretends to be all innocent and perfect but she likes to play just as much and is SO desperate for the pats.39. Do you take their picture often? When I feel like it. I like taking pictures of them.40. Ever hiss at you? Not really. Last time I heard Ash hiss, it was because a baby was crawling towards him and Ash felt trapped and didn’t want to hurt the baby, so he was trying to tell it to go away. I don’t think I remember Sabrina hissing.41. Ever try to scratch or bite you? Yes :) Attack babies. Ash has no hesitation, loves clawing and biting. Sabrina Will claw to stay attached to you or to bring your hand closer to her face for PATS.42. If you try to grab their paw, what do they do? If they’re in a good mood, they do nothing. Otherwise, Sabrina will pull away, and Ash will bite you or scratch you or both. 43. Do they ever eat bugs? SO MANY BUGS. They don’t discriminate, if you are bug they are eating you. They bring them in to play with before they have their meal. They’re a bit sadistic, although I’m sure Sabrina would protest me saying that. The favourite is Wetas, which are exclusive to NZ as far as I know.44. Canned or dry food? Dry food. It’s better for their fur.45. Weight? Ash is heavier, around 7kg or so last time I checked. Sabrina was closer to 5kg. But it’s been a really long time since I checked.46. Ever got lost? Nope.47. Do you buy them presents? I am their present. I am a gift.48. Do they respond when you call? When they want to, lol.49. Do they ever see other cats? There are other cats on the street, but they don’t like each other.50. Declawed? NO!!!!!51. Funniest expression? Ash makes a face everytime he thinks I’m about to give him food. Sabrina likes to look around with her eyes barely open, silently judging you for being in her presence (and not patting her).52. Favorite place to be pet? Face. Cheeks, chin, fore head, FACE.53. Worst thing they’ve destroyed? A whole frozen chicken. We don’t talk about it.54. Give them a head kiss. I did. Sabrina made such a cute, squeky meow that I had to pat her afterwards. Ash was like “wtf are you doing?” I think he’s only interested in food atm, lol.55. What time of the year is most exciting for them? Spring. They go outside lots and the grass is super wet and they get leaves and shit stuck in their fur.56. Are they good at hunting real prey? They have killed two birds and one mouse and soooo many insects. Does that count?57. Do they ever attack nothing? Of course. Especially Ash. He stupid.58. What are they doing right now? Sabrina’s on the chair, wondering why I left her after giving her kiss and pats. Ash is licking himself.59. How long have you had them? About a year. My last cat I had 8 years.60. If you could have them stay as a kitten forever, would you? No. What would be the point? Cats are more peaceful than kittens anyway.61. Ever baby-talk to them? Everyday. They are babies.62. Favourite napping position? Ash is a lover of the C position, or loaf position. Sabrina is a big fan of Ball of Fur position.63. Have you ever stepped on their paw? No.64. Ever tripped you on stairs? Yes, lol. That’s what they get for running like that.65. Any ear hair? They gots furry ears, it’s cute.66. Favourite view from a window? They like to watch the birds nest out one of the windows, Ash especially.67. Describe why they are precious. Because they just are so preicous. Sabrina is so tiny and baby but also attac and playful but she deny it. Ash is stupid baby, scaredy cat but he attack and pretend to be brave and I love my brave scaredy-cat baby.68. Fit the cat stereotype? Some of them, yeah.69. Chaotic neutral? Lol, Ash is chaotic Evil, but Sabrina is def chaotic neutral, even though she claims to be lawful good.70. Do they enjoy following/ keeping you company? Yes, I believe they do.71. Are you their favourite human? Definitely.72. Do they like tv? I think so. I’ve caught them both watching my laptop screen over my shoulder.73. Favourite noise to make? They love to purrr and make their lil meows.74. If they were a Neko Atsume cat, what would their momento be? I don’t know what is is, lol

Wow, so many questions. You now know so much about my cats.

[jazzycheshirekitten-blog]

When Roses Collide

((Meeting yourself can be a strange experience.

@analyticseer

Rose

So.... A pink humanoid cat has been brought in. Also with very interesting circumstances if you may add. Karkat had liked this new person but then again you need to see this person yourself. You have your comfy clothes and phone with you hidden in a pocket, just in case something happens. After all you can never know what might happen and if this is somekind of trick to cause chaos from inside the Hideout, you need to let others know. Walking casually and without actually hiding your faint steps, you arrive and knock before opening the door, letting this person know that you are coming in and hoping Karkat was right and there isn't any trickery going on.

Jazz

You had been napping a little having needed a break from the books Karkat had given you. The knock wakes you immediately and you give the new comer a sleepy cat face.  Looking at her is like... looking in a mirror, or at least it feels that way. A strange sensation runs down your spine as you gaze at her. For once you are wordless, partly because you are not quite sure you're not dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time you've had a dream like this since leaving your original universe.

Rose

Same could be said when Rose had got in room and her attempt to close door behind her is half completed. She just stares this person openly with confusion because... This Jazz... Has too many details that remind you at yourself. Suddenly you remember the message you got from some horrorterror at tumblr. Did they mean this person? "... From another timeline...?" you ask a little confused and you just needed to ask it right away.

Jazz

Ah, so straight to the point. And she's actually talking so most likely, not a dream... Unless you're both dreaming? A possibility. "An alternative universe which isn't exactly like an alternate timeline," you say, your cat-ish smile finding its way to your lips.

Rose

Oh... She also sounded quite similar like you do expect she maybe has some kind of... Cat-accent while talking? Is that a thing...? ... Yes, it's an actual thing, you decide. "....Right, Alternative universe then," you say and finally close the door. You now wonder if this is how Dave felt or feels when ever he meets new version of himself. The sensation of this is... Weird but somehow interesting at the same time.

Jazz

"Rose Lalonde the, yes?" you purr. It's been a long time since you've said that name. The last time was when you still used it. "I am Jasmine, mostly called Jazz~" It's very odd to see who you could have been or rather who you are here. Though she is you, she is also not you. The pair of you likely share much and little at the same time.

Rose

You aren't actually surprised when Jazz says your name. She is at least... Some sort of version of yourself so it was kind of your expectation that she already knows your name. Thank of the horrors though she uses different name. This way confusions should be close to zero. "Correct. I heard we have a... Guest whom name is Jazz. Karkat seemed to like you so I wanted to come and see you. I had not heard that you were..." you try to finish but end up gesturing Jazz and yourself because you still try to process that she is and is not you and has cat ears, is pink and.... What else???

Jazz

You see her eyeing you and you wave your twin tails and tentacle whiskers in a sort of playful way. You wonder if she's as interested in the outer gods as you were before being partially melded with them by your father. "That I was so cute?" you giggle mirthfully.

Rose

Did you- no, you mean did SHE actually say that? You wouldn't say that in this situation, so you did not expect that. But now when she mentioned it, she does look cute. You slowly start smiling a little and chuckle. "That wasn't really what I was trying to sat but you do look cute. Especially your hair looks very soft," you admit and wonder if it's softer than your own, which it might be since she is... Part of cat and... Are those whiskers really tentacles? ... Yup, seems to be like that. Cool.

Jazz

"Oh my hair is so very soft~ Karkat can attest to it as he petted me. Meow" you say, wiggling into a sitting position. "You can pet me too if you'd like~" "So~ Do we play a game of questions or do we just proceed accepting one another as unique individuals?"

Rose

"I'm more than curious to play game of questions with you, also with your permission" you say and come closer so you can put your hand on her hair and wow... It's even softer than you imagined so you start petting Jazz with slow and gentle moves, enjoying this experience.

Jazz

You purr quite loudly at her pets. Not quite as good as Karkat but still very good. "Mmm~ Very well, game of questions it is. We go back and forth asking questions and if either of us doesn't want to answer one then the other can make them do a tiny dare? Nothing that would get either of us in trouble of course~"

Rose

"Hmm... That is quite fair suggestion since I might also not be allowed to answer some things you ask, which I'm sure you already figured out," you say. You give it a thought for a moment, thinking the up's and down's of accepting this request. "If we have dare's the same rule must be applied so we have a chance to refuse. In the end, you have upper hand with dare's since I'm free and your actions are quite... Limited."

Jazz

"Hmm.... Fair~ Very well. Terms are accepted. Meow," you mew delightedly. You grin, and gesture to her, "After you~"

Rose

"Very well. First question. Are you actually horrorterror messing up with us?" you ask playfully with smile and scratch now Jazz's behind the ear, trying if she also has the spot some cats have.

Jazz

You giggle a little and look up at her, "Promise not to tell anyone what I'm about to say, under the condition of course that I remain a none danger to you and those you love and work with?"

Rose

You take your hand from Jazz hair and put it on your chest and raise the other one, looking like someone that is about to give a promise though Rose kind of does this a little more theatrically. "For the duty of secrecy I promise I will not tell anyone what you are about to share," you say and then lower your hands on your sides and sit down where ever you can safely sit down.

Jazz

"I, while not a horrorterror, do contain horrorterrors inside me. Given it is you I am talking to, I trust you understand why I would be cautious in who I share this information with. Nya~"

Rose

You lean a little closer to listen this secret and... Wow, that is some secret she's sharing with you. It might or not might explain the way she looks like because horrorterrors and humans don't really mix up well in your knowledge. While you are not hiding your interest towards horrorterrors, you do feel more safe having only Crew knowing about your seer powers actual source. The answer makes you wonder, how it feels to have horrorterrors inside yourself instead of being horrorterror... "I believe I understand why," you nod and lean back to your original sitting position. "Since this is a game, I must wait. You may continue.

Jazz

You beam a smile, take her hand and put it on your head. Pets to continue please~ "What is your relationship to the outergods?"

Rose

You were first a little confused by this gesture but realize that she must be graving some more attention. Well then, you pet her again but this time properly, like you would pet cats. "Hmm... I have been  in contact with horrorterrors a long time in human years. They spike my curiosity and are my main subject to study so I would say my relationship with horrorterrors could be described as apprentice since I get in contact with them from time to time to learn more about their being," you answer and to be honest, it IS an honest answer.

Jazz

You nod. Before meeting your father you'd been researching them yourself. In truth they're probably the reason you met your father... You've always felt they wanted you for something. "Very fair~ If any try to deceive you let me know and I'll sink my claws into them," you tell her. Not all the outer gods can be trusted.

Rose

You chuckle a little bit for the words she said because you find Jazz very adorable from that moment. "I'll keep that in my mind. So, my turn to ask," you state and keep petting Jazz's head, while asking a little quieter to be sure no one could hear if they go past the door, "Have you always had horrorterrors inside you?"

Jazz

You're quiet for a moment then you answer honestly because if anyone could spot you in a lie, you suspect it is her. "No." There's another pause then you ask your question in return, "Have you ever had a cat named Jaspers?"

Rose

Okay, so she was maybe a human once and not like this originally. You wonder what happened to her and how she got these terrors inside her. However, the next question makes you stop petting Jazz for a moment and aren't smiling. It's been such a long time since someone mentioned dear Jasper and it's from the time you still had home and Mom around. "... Yes." Simple answer for simple question. You don't even ask right away a new question, because you need to have a little moment to collect your thoughts.

Jazz

"Ah I see.... so we share that then..." you say softly. You mean more than just Jaspers, but it still hurts too much to think of her much.

Rose

"... Did you also write stupidly long speech in Jasper's memory and read it out loud?" you ask, getting back petting Jazz softly.

Jazz

"Yes..." you say then laugh a little. "It may disturb you to know this... but my catness... it's... him..." You wonder, will she draw away? Will she be disgusted and horrified? Horrorterrors is one thing, but your beloved pet is another. You've also managed to forget the game for the moment. She's making you... feel... old things. This is dangerous. You are Jazz. Not Rose. You can never be Rose again nor do you want that.

Rose

This was very unexpected to hear so naturally you are quite in somewhere between shock and just being casually surprised. You don't know what to think about this like... Has she fused together with Jasper like... You aren't for sure but Sock is Dave and bird together like... Is this version of you the same way like Sock? You move your hands to hold Jazz face's sides while looking at her appearance, details that would tell you something, trying to analyse but... "You... You are not only me but also Jasper... Your Jasper?"

Jazz

"Yes... And I love you as much as I love me..." you say realizing it as you say it. Jaspers's knows Rose and loves her in all her forms, yourself and this alternate version included. that's frightening. But at least it's only the love a cat can feel. You can control that you think. If.... When you're father comes, he is what matters most.

Rose

Those words came from nowhere and was like a surprise attack after letting your guard down. It brings you back in the day how your Jasper died because of your stupid mistake. He could have lived longer life if you would have been more careful but you failed and... You once tried to even search if some kind of magic could bring him back but it's impossible. But your alternative self brought him in someway back alive? You can't hold yourself back and you embrace Jazz tightly while closing your eyes from tears. "I'm sorry.... I- I don't know if you understand... I'm- I'm sorry..."

Jazz

You think maybe you sort of understand. But you're not sure... It's must harder for you to understand feelings, particularly that of others since you became what you are. But she is you and not you... and you think if you were crying that maybe you'd want to be hugged. So you hug her back as tightly as you can with only one arm free. 'Perhaps.... this was part of the purpose...'' you think to yourself. Did the outergods want you here because of her? Did your father know? Would he understand?....

Rose

When you feel that she's hugging you back, it makes even harder for you to hold cry since tears have already won the battle between your eyelids. It's just touchy subject and the fact that there's two of you is making it even harder because you have a feeling that your other self haven't either had easy time in her original universe. This take a little time, before you speak. "I- I'm fine... This... This is just a lot to process..." you murmur and are ready to force yourself to stop hugging her.

Jazz

Slowly you let go and nod, "It is. I am willing to stop the game if you wish it..." The game is what led you to this pain... Perhaps it was a mistake on your part to play.

Rose

With your sleeve, you wipe some tears from your face. Thank god you didn't wear make-up today. "It... Would be wise though I have a lot questions for you but... I would like to continue this game some other time."

Jazz

"Alright. I am... um... Sorry to have given you distress...." and you actually mean it to an extent. You haven't been genuinely sorry to anyone other than your dad since... you changed. But you are what you need to be. You don't regret the change. "I suppose you'll be leaving for the moment then?"

Rose

"It's okay... You are not responsible how I reacted or in control how I feel from this," you assure. "But yes, I could consider to have a moment to collect my thoughts."

JazzToday at 1:30 PM

"Very well..." you close your eyes a moment and compose yourself as well. then you look up at her again with your smile, and you purr, "I look forward to seeing you again, Rose Lalonde~"

Rose

Faint smile comes across your face. It's nice to at least know Jazz looks a little more cheerful person than you are currently but... You wonder what she has gone through to get at this point. "I will come back later Jazz. If you want something that I could possibly bring, now's your chance to ask."

Jazz

"I would say knitting needles but I fear they would be mistaken for weapons and I could possibly be shot given my situation. So best to wait until I've proven myself and been made a member of the Midnight Crew~" you say casually.

Rose

"Well, I can bring you a yarn and teach you how to knit without needles, if you want," you suggest, assuming the way she says this that she haven't been taught how to knit without but you could be also wrong.

Jazz

Oh... she has a skill you do not! That's is rather wonderful and exciting really. You purr loudly and nod, "I'd like that greatly."

Rose

"That's then decided. I'll be back here at least tomorrow night after my work to show you how to do that," you say and get up.

Jazz

"I look forward to it, Rose. Take care of yourself in the meantime," you say. You are talking like a normal person would yes? you think perhaps for once you really are.

Rose

You smile a little amused, because worrying about your unnecessary reaction she should be more worrying about herself in case bosses are deciding something else than letting her join in the crew but.... You really hope she's clean enough to join and not a threat. "I would same to you, but it doesn't really wit in your situation so... I'm going to wish you luck that everything goes well. See you later." With that, you walk out  and close again the door behind you. After this brief but surprisingly emotionally straining moment, you feel like having a drink.

Jazz

You'd love a drink yourself but for now... you have books. That must do. You will do what it takes to join the Crew. Not more then ever you feel it is the best and most interesting way to have purpose in this world.

[universal-shenanigans]

Confessions (6)

     They arrived at the inn and walked inside. It was quaint, and didn’t have a lot going on. A old man fiddled with papers and such behind the counter when he noticed them. He quickly walked around the counter and took Alexa’s hand. “Your highness! I’m so glad to see you again, and with a new body guard. Hello hello! Welcome to the Sleeping Bear!”

     Vincent chuckled and waved. Alexa giggled, “No he’s just a friend. I’m sure a woman came by and gave you the money for the room?”

     “Yes ma’am. You can go right ahead up my dear.”

     “Thank you so much.” She smiled. She motioned Vincent to follow her up the steps. They climbed three sets of stairs before entering a hall with four sets of doors. They approached a pair of doors at the end of the hall. When opening them they were greeted by a lavish room. Two couches lie within and a nice sized table. Alexa walked inside and Vincent followed, closing the door behind them. “This is a very nice room indeed.”

     “I know right? I love coming here every time I have a meeting. I can always relax or catch up on some work before the galas.” She walked into the bedroom and hung their clothes in the wardrobe. “Speaking of the gala, we have a few hours till then so we can do something to kill some time.”

     He slithered into the room and flopped onto the bed. He watched Alexa place the rest of her things in the wardrobe when his brain hatched a thought. An almost unsettling evil smirk spread across his face as he slowly, but surely, coiled around her legs. “So, you didn’t have anything else planned before the gala?”

     She noticed what he was doing, but didn’t play along. Not now. She thought it would be more fun to play dumb for a bit. “Nope. There is much to do here, don’t get me wrong, but as you could clearly tell during the last discussion, meetings tend to tire me out.” His tail had wrapped around her waist now, and by the looks of things she was finished with the unpacking. He lifted her over to the bed and placed her beside him. He sat up, placed a hand on hers and leaned in uncomfortably close. His words were soft with the touch of his cat-like purr, “Well, why don’t we keep ourselves busy then, hm~?”

     Her face grew red, but her plain expression didn’t change. At least, for a moment. She gave him a blank stare to buy her a bit of time to figure out how she wanted to respond. After a couple of minutes, she huffed. He raised a brow at her reaction. This was a bit new. Was she starting to become annoyed by his teasing? These thoughts were put to rest when she smirked back. It was a little daunting to see her pull such an expression. He was a bit more surprised when she closed the gap between their bodies, and trailed a hand along his chest, making sure to avoid his gem. If he wanted to play then that was fine with her. Time she played along. She leaned in, making their noses touch. Her voice was low, soft, but a growl lingered in her words. “I wouldn’t mind that~. Do you have any suggestions? Because I was hoping to...” Her voice trailed off, and she found her hands in his hair. Her smirk grew more devilish, “...get a good nap in. Honestly, you looked exhausted during, so I would think you’d be tired after the meeting~.”

     He froze for a moment. She released herself from his bind and hummed to herself. What the hell just happened? Did she just...? He wasn’t completely shocked, but the retaliation threw him for a loop. She took some clothes from the closet and walked with pride into the bathroom. “I’ll be in here for a bit if you need me~.” She closed the door. He blinked a few times. Even though he was a little bit shocked, he wasn’t really complaining. She can be quite the flirt. He chuckled to himself, “Where has that been all this time?”

~

     Hours passed. Earlier in the day, Alexa had finished her bath, and Vincent agreed to a well-deserved nap. Alexa woke up naturally. She checked the time and noticed that it was 30 minutes before the gala. She yelped and shook Vincent. “Wake up! Wake up! We have 30 minutes!” He groaned and turned to his side. She groaned and wiggled herself out of his coils. She shook him more, “Vince! Wake up! You said you wanted to come along, so a part of coming along is not being late!” She threw open the closet doors and threw his attire onto the bed. He groaned as he pushed himself up, “Alright alright I’m up. Try not to be so loud next time...” She nodded and grabbed her own things and hurried into the bathroom.

     It didn’t take long for him to change. The jacket and shirt fit him quite well, besides the spines trying their hardest to poke through. But now he was waiting on Alexa. He checked the time, then knocked on the door, “Alexa, we have eight minutes. If you want to be early we should-” The door opened to reveal a well dressed Alexa. She wore a black evening dress with amethyst accessories, and her hair in a more stylized low ponytail. He smiled, “Hmm. You look astonishing~.”

     “Thank you. You look mesmerizing~.” She smiled.

     He scoffed, “’Mesmerizing’?”

     “Well I could say handsome but you already know that, and women, along with myself, can’t help but stare at you.” She giggled. “Come on. I don’t want to hear people talk about me being late.” He chuckled and followed her out the door. But before they descended the stairs, he stopped her. She raised a brow, “What’s up?” He didn’t say anything, only pulling her close and twirled a strand of her hair. He did this as he used his other hand to remove the hair tie. Alexa noticed when she could feel her hair fall across her back and shoulders. He spun the hair tie around his finger and continued down the steps. “I think you should let it down for tonight~.”

     Her face grew red. She pushed some of her hair back as she followed him. “Heh. You could’ve just said that.” Who was she kidding? She would rather have the moment they just shared. But she wasn’t going to let him know that.

~

     When they arrived at the castle, they could see excited people walking up the steps. When stepping out of the carriage, Vincent gave her his arm and a smile. “Shall we, your majesty?”

     She snickered, “Yes, we shall.” She hooked her arm around his and they headed through the gate and up the steps. They walked through the endless halls once more before arriving to an open room where the rest of the guests resided. It was lively in the ballroom, and there were royals as far as the eye could see. The announcer at the entrance tapped Alexa’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “Your names, your highnesses?”

     Alexa chuckled nervously, “Oh! Well I’m Queen Alexa Vandus. This man here is just a friend of mine.”

     “I just go by Vincent sir.” He chuckled. The announcer nodded and stood back to the side. “Announcing her majesty, Queen Alexa Vandus, and her escort Vincent.” Most turned to see, but some didn’t bother to look. Vincent leaned down to Alexa, “I do fit in with the crowd though~.” She giggled. Upon looking around, she huffed. “Alright, here comes the boring part.”

     “Really? How can you possibly make a gala boring?” He raised a brow.

     “Well, the galas aren’t just for talking to people and having a fun night. Not usually anyway. Most of the time they’re used for mingling with royals about trading, land, and other things.”

     “...so it’s just a glorified meeting...?”

     She blinked, “...yeah. Never really thought about it that way.” He groaned and she chuckled. “We can try and spice it up, but I do need to speak to some people about some things.” She heard her name being called from across the room. She gave his shoulder a few pats before leaving and waving. “Try talking to some people. Mingle while I take care of some things. Save me a dance.” She winked. He huffed as he watched her walk away and join a group of people. This was supposed to be a second date, not another meeting. Gods knew that he did not want to go through that again. That would mean standing next to her was not the best option. Not if he wanted to hear more business or racist remarks. He decided to wander the floor and greet people. He even managed to strike up conversations with some of the guests.

~

     Vincent waved to the last person he wanted to talk to, and quickly headed over to Alexa. When walking up, he noticed that she was speaking to a man, and he hand given her his hand. “...only if you want to dance that is.” She was about to answer when she noticed Vincent. She chuckled nervously, “I’m so sorry, but he did promise me a dance. Maybe in a little bit?”

     “No no it’s alright your majesty. Hope you have fun.”

     She smiled, “Thank you.” When the man left, Vincent gave his her his hand. “May I have this dance, your highness?”

     “Pfft, of course.” She rolled her eyes. He led her to the dance floor and they glided across the floor. Alexa grew lost in his eyes, and the same could be said for Vincent. She wasn’t lying about him being mesmerizing. The world had faded the duration of the dance. It felt like they were the only ones on the dance floor. He leaned in close, “...have you grown bored yet?”

     She laughed, “What? A little, yeah. Why?”

     He spun her and dipped her. “Whenever you feel like you can’t stand the business talk anymore, let me know. We can ditch this place in a heartbeat~.”

     She sighed and smiled. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t. We’ve only been here for an hour, and I try to make myself present for an hour and a half, maybe two hours.”

     He brought her back up and sighed. “Okay. But the offer still stands~.” The song ended and they left the floor. Vincent followed Alexa for a few minutes and listened in on the affairs of the royals she spoke to. Alexa did become increasingly bored as time passed. Only ten minutes went by before she could take all she could take for the night. Vincent was about to leave for the hors d'oeuvre table when she grabbed his hand before he could leave. He raised a brow at this, but stayed until she was finished talking. After a minute went by, the person she was talking to waved and walked away. Alexa smiled, and as soon as they were out of sight her smile fell. She looked up at him, “You said we should ditch this place?” He snickered and led her towards the door.

[xiumin-on-this-shit]

Two Bosses Ch 5

I straiten my dress as stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. My dark blue dress that ends just above my knee is conservative with its high collar but I love the way it hugs my curves. Hopefully it will tease the boys enough to finally try something on me, my inner slut muses. God she needs to calm down. Xiu and I had already got a quickie in this morning; I am not some horny teenage boy! I believe that for less than a minute as I step out of the bathroom to see Kai sitting in my chair with his feet on the desk. He looks amazing in his neat dark gray suit, it makes me want to jump him here and now, and if we weren’t expecting their friends I maybe would have.

It’s finally noon, the day had passed so slowly. If I wasn’t avoiding Kai and Sehun’s hands today I probably wouldn’t find it as exhausting but they have been more touchy than usual. In both of their meetings this morning they didn’t even try to hide it, Kai had our fingers locked for the whole entire time, his thumb stroked the back of my hand affectionately. Sehun, the one I’ve always considered the more professional one of the two, had his hand latched on to my thigh, moving it up and down in a soothing motion. The other men in the meeting were staring at us with wide eyes; I stared at my Ipad the whole time to hide my blush.

Kai notices me exit the bathroom and is up by my side in seconds, latching on to my hand with both of his. “Why do you take so long?” He pouts cutely.

“What is up with you today?” I wonder.

“He’s nervous for you to meet our hyungs,” Sehun explains as he comes into the lobby.

“Why?”

“He thinks they’re going to steal you away.”

Kai glares at him and says, “And you’re not?” Sehun just comes over a takes my other hand and stares at it wordlessly. I laugh at my boys, their child like jealousy warming my heart.

“Don’t worry boys,” I squeeze their hands, “I love my job and my bosses.” They give me small smiles but I can’t help but tease them a little, “How attractive are your hyungs for you to be worried about that?”

“They’re actually pretty ugly.” Sehun grumbles.

“But you’re really cute, they are really going to like you.” Kai adds as he also examines my hand. I just watch them as stare at our interlocked fingers, their thumbs moving in soothing circles on the back of my hand. We stand there in sweet silence just enjoying the moment. I don’t know how long we were standing there before the elevator dings and I rip my hands away from the boys. They both glare at me for a moment before turning to glare at who ever ruined our moment. Taeyeon is standing there like a dear caught in headlights when she catches them glaring at her. I smile big and rush away from the boys to her.

“Hey Tae!” I say happily. She looks away from the guys to me and smiles nervously.

“H-hi Jimin-ah,” her voice is shaking slightly. I glance over my shoulder at the still glaring boys. I forget, after weeks of seeing past their cold CEO exterior, that they are actually very intimidating to people; especially to someone like Taeyeon.

“Mr. Oh, Mr. Kim, would you excuse us?” I say formally with a sickly sweet smile at them. I try not to laugh when they both huff and go to their own offices, leaving Taeyeon and I to ourselves. I turn back to her and give her another genuine smile, “Is this personal or professional?”

She gives me a relaxed smile back, “A little bit of both. I wanted to let you know some of their guests have arrived.”

I raise my brow at her, “You could have told me that over the phone.”

“Yes, but,” She glances at both closed doors before whispering, “I couldn’t tell you how attractive they are! Like damn!”

“They’re in the building? Where are they?”

She blushes, “I had Yoona distract them so I could take the elevator up here.”

“Seriously?”

“Please Minnie! Just see if they have a girlfriend! Not all of us have a hot best friend we can sleep with.”

“Ya!” I snap.

“Or two hot, over protective bosses!”

“Taeyeon!”

“How have you not jumped their bones?” I clamp my hands over her suddenly loud mouth. Just as I do the elevator door opens revealing five very attractive men, who now have wide surprised eyes at the sight of my hand over Tae’s mouth. As embarrassing this position is, it is much better than having them hear those words out of her mouth. I give my best secretary smile before releasing Tae and us both bowing deeply.

“Welcome, “ I say bowing. I look over at Tae who has a blush bright across her face. I lead her out of the way, allowing the guests to enter the lobby. Quickly, Taeyeon abandons me by jumping in the elevator, giving me an apologetic smile and a wave.

I’m going to kill her.

I turn my attention back to the men in front of me, “Hello, I’m Secretary Park.”

“Hi, I’m Baekhyun!” One steps forward that reminds me of a puppy, a rather hot puppy.

A tall elf like man step forward next, much too close for comfort and gives me a massive smile, “I’m Chanyeol,” He stares down at me until I feel a smile spread on my lips. “You’re so cute!” I’m surprised when I see him reaching out to hug me or something but thankfully he is stopped but a mature looking one. The giant pouts.

“Sorry about him,” The man says, his voice as sweet as his angel like smile. The more I stare at him the more of a manly feeling I get from him, ignoring his sweet face, he give off a very protective, or dad like vibe that I find comforting. “I’m Suho,” He says ash he drags Chanyeol away from me.

“Kyungsoo,” An owl like man says. Oh my goodness, I have never seen such an adorable man in my life, not counting Xiu. I force myself to look away when I see a blush across the poor man’s face for my staring. I look to the last one, a camel like man with high cheek bones and up turned lips. Something about him seems familiar. He must think the same thing as his eyes narrow on me.

“Jimin?” He asks.

I stare at him surprised, “Chen?”

“Do you two know each other?” Suho asks.

I shake my head hesitantly, “I don’t know. I know your name and your face but I don’t know where from.”

“Same,” Chen agrees.

“Hyungs!” Kai and Sehun say mostly happily as they get in between my and their hyungs.

“Where are the rest of them?” Sehun asks hugging each other men.

“They are coming,” Baekhyun answers, “some girl stopped us in the lobby, so I’m guessing she probably did the same to them.” I automatically look away, trying to hide my knowing smile.

“Let us grab our jackets quick,” Kai and Sehun go back into their offices for a minute, returning with their trench coats and scarfs. Sehun looks at me, “Grab your jacket.”

“Where am I going?” I say confused.

“You’re coming with us, of course.”

“Oh, well I don’t have my jacket.”

“Where is it?” Kai asks.

“At home, I was running late and forgot it.” I shrug.

“How could you forget a jacket?” Suho snaps, I’m surprised by his out burst. I thought he would be the nicest one. “It’s freezing out, you could catch a cold! And your dress, yes it is very pretty, doesn’t even cover your arms!”

I roll my eyes at him, “Sorry, dad.” I snap back. All of their eyes snap to me and my face goes red. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! It’s just that you remind me of a dad. Not in a bad! Like a hot dad!” I’m just making it worse. I burry my face in my hands to hide the blush bright enough to be shown on my cheeks.

“You’re a hot dad,” Baekhyun repeats before he dies of laughter. Everyone else joins in on the laughter, almost falling over. I rush past the laughing boys to the elevator and begin pressing the button repeatedly. In my head I’m chanting, open, open, just please fucking open! I groan in annoyance when it finally opens with more attractive men, though these men are familiar, especially a pair of cat like eyes meet mine. Oh my fucking god! This just got so much worse. There about to be too many hot guys in one room. I try to turn and run to the stairs but don’t get very far when an arm snakes around my waist. An action that does not go unnoticed by bosses.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” Xiu purrs in my ear as he holds my back to his chest.

“What is so funny?” Kris says as he walks off the elevator, with Tao, Lay, and Luhan behind him.

“The secretary,” Chanyeol tries to explain as he continues to giggle, “just called Suho,” more giggles, “dad.”

I glare up at Xiumin, knowing the horrible words about to come out of that smart ass mouth, “You called him dad?” Xiu teases, “I thought you only called me daddy?” Now the Chinese men are laughing, they know mine and Xiumin’s relationship, but the one’s who don’t know are staring at us with wide eyes; Sehun’s and Kai’s lack any sort of amusement.  

I feel the need to defend myself, “That was like two or three times, and I only did it cause you asked me to!” But I only end up digging myself a grave. Suddenly I’m ripped out of Xiumin’s grasp, too fast for either of us to register. Sehun is holding me tightly to chest to chest while Kai’s chest is against my back, sandwiching me between them.

“I don’t know what is going on but it needs to stop.” Sehun nearly growls. His hyungs are all surprised and so am I.

“You mean you don’t know?” Luhan pipes in as he walks over to us and strokes my head affectionately, ignoring his youngers glares.

“Know what?” Kai says this time.

“Me and Jiminie are best friends,” Xiumin smirks.

Sehun and Kai look down at me and I nod, “I’ve known Xiumin my whole life.”

“Then she meet us when Xiumin hyung was at school in China,” Luhan adds.

“So you’re friends?”

“Yes,” Kris steps up, “Now remove yourself from her so we can give her a hug.” The two boys hesitantly let me go only to be scooped up by a panda.

“Taotao!” I yell gleefully as the panda like man spins me around.

“I missed you!” He mumbles as he nuzzles his face into my neck. He looks so awkward bent down to my level.

“My turn,” Kris pulls Tao away, the younger yelps as he stumbles. “How have you been love?” He lifts my chin so I’m staring up at him. “These two haven’t been mean to you?”

“I’ve been good! They have been nothing but sweet to me.” I answer honestly, giving him a smile.

“Good,” He leans down and kisses the top of my head.

Lay comes up to me next, “Hello Angel!” He gives me a tight hug before stepping away, giving me a complete once over before frowning. “You’ve lost weight! Hyung says you’ve been working too hard. Have they been feeding you here? He also says you’ve been skipping breakfast. Are you not feeling well?”

I laugh at all of Lay’s concerned questions, “I’m fine, Oppa. The boys have been taking me out to lunch almost everyday, I’m eating plenty.”

“Are you sure? Luhan comes over and kisses the top of my head. “I will happily beat these two little boys up.” I wave their worries away, just happy to see them again. But of course, Xiumin, being the loveable bastard that he is, decides to ruin it.

“Trust me, they seem to be giving our sweet girl, too much attention,” Xiu teases. I give him a threatening glare, “What love?”

“Xiuxiu, I swear to god,” I do my best to threaten him.

“You talk about us?” Sehun asks.

“No,” Xiu responds for me,  “I talk about you and she just starts blushing and yells at me to stop.”

I pull away from Lay who still had his hands on my hips and march over to Xiumin, who is grinning like the idiot he is. I grab his tie and drag him into Sehun’s office. Before I close the door I hear Luhan yell, “Please stay off the desk and away from the windows, this is a place of business.”

[topazshadowwolf]

Cat’s Out Of The Bag

Day 3 of Soriel Week! And the prompt is hidding somewhere... Oh, well, I’ll just wing it. (yeah, I know, I’m not very funny)

An Undertale Fanfiction by: Topaz Shadowwolf Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox Relationships: Soriel Rating: Everyone

Cat’s Out Of The Bag

 Due to the rain, Sans decided to close his hotdog stand early. There was no one around, and, undoubtedly, no one was going to run out in this weather for a hot dog or cat. His stand was nowhere near as lucrative on the surface as it was underground. This was a sad fact of life. Toriel was easily bringing in far more money than he was.

Granted, Sans doesn’t enjoy work, but living off Toriel was never his intent when she moved in with him and Papyrus. Though, being home more does allow him to babysit Frisk when she is at school late. Over all, he was acting as one of Frisk’s parents without the title, and it was something he enjoyed doing. Getting the kid home after school, helping with homework, listening to them talk about their day. All of it reminded him of watching Papyrus grow up, and had a nice, nostalgic feeling. Still, after supporting his brother for so long, it felt wrong being supported by someone else.

Hood pulled over his skull, he shuffled home, letting his slippers get soaked. Right now, he didn’t really care, not like he has skin to “prune” from being exposed to the wet for an extended period of time, or to really feel the wet and cold. If it did start to bother him, he could always just take a shortcut; but, right now, he just was delaying returning home. Tori might be there since it’s the weekend. He wasn’t ready to turn up with barely any money earned.

As he rounded a corner, Sans heard a noise. It was a quiet noise, but it was still there. A soft squeak of a sound, pleading for attention. Stopping, Sans looked around, trying to find the source. There, staring up at him with large yellow eyes was a small black kitten. Its fur was completely soaked and clinging to its tiny body, showing how thin it was.

“ah, geez, kitt-o,” he winced, scooping up the small, squeaky bundle of fur. It mewed at him again before starting to purr. “heh, any thinner and we’d be a matching set,” Sans joked.

Frisk has been begging for a pet, but Tori’s turned them down. Granted, the house technically belongs to Sans and Papyrus, as it was theirs first; and Sans has made most of the payments. But Tori has been paying for a lot since moving in, both families needing to reduce housing costs. Sharing the house and watching what they spent money on seemed like a wise idea. Toriel also has been the one buying food, which paying for pet food was one of the reasons she said “no.”  Though tiny, the kitten was another mouth to feed. Yet, he couldn’t just leave it, not like this.

With a sigh, he opened his jacket and lifted his shirt enough to put the tiny kitten safe and sound in his rib cage, on top of the pillow stashed where his ‘guts’ should be. The rest of the way home, he wondered if he should tell Tori about the new house guest, or sneak it in and try finding it a new home. How frustrating. It’s his house, he should decide who stays and who goes. Yet, without a word, he turned a lot of responsibility over to Tori. Responsibility means effort, and he’s not fond of that. It just felt wrong for him to say, “i know you’re taking care of all that stuff, but i’m going to add another burden into this house without your say.”

Decision not made, he arrived home and sighed. At least the rain waited till now to start falling heavier, and the kitten has been quiet for a while. Walking inside, he was practically bombarded at the door. Papyrus hurried over and grabbed Sans up and spun around, saying something about getting approved to one of the culinary schools he applied for.

“that’s nice bro,” Sans said, feeling the kitten against his spine as centrifugal force acted on it.

“I think it’s wonderful,” Toriel added, walking over.

“I MUST GO TELL UNDYNE, AND THEN MAKE MY CELEBRATION SPAGHETTI!” Papyrus loudly announced before bouncing out of the house, thankfully through the still open door. Sans would hate to have to pay for a new window and college classes.

“Drive carefully, bro,” Sans called after Papyrus, as the world around him continued to spin.

That was when something soft and fuzzy started to move up along his ribcage. Clapping his hands over his mouth, Sans tried not to laugh as the kitten started to scale the inside of him like a tiny mountain climber. Toriel, closed the door, keeping any dampness out. When she turned and looked at Sans, there was a concerned look on her face.

“Oh, dear, are you feeling alright? Did your brother spin you around too much?” Tori asked.

As the kitten continued to climb, Sans continued trying to hold back laughter. It was starting to hurt in a way. He couldn’t speak, not without potentially breaking down in a fit of giggles. Just when he thought he couldn’t last any longer, the kitten popped its head out from the top of his zipped hoodie and let out one very loud and long mew of protest.

Toriel just stared at him and the kitten. Slowly her face morphed from surprised to holding back laughter. Seeing her snout wrinkle in such a way caused Sans to finally start laughing, and Toriel followed suit. Feeling left out, the kitten protested again, squealing on the top of its lungs to make sure it is heard.

From upstairs a door slammed open and Frisk yelled, “Is that a cat?”

As to why the kid decided to ask is unknown, as they quickly ran down the stairs and was practically bouncing with joy upon seeing the little head peeking out from San’s jacket. “Can we keep it?” Frisk asked, looking at Tori with the best puppy impersonation they could muster. Tori moved closer to Sans and took the little creature. Her expression changed from happy to surprise upon seeing the condition the kitten.

“Oh dear, any thinner and he’d look like you, Sans,” she looks at Sans, and any concern he had before about her rejecting the new house guest was gone. “Frisk, my child, could you go grab one of fluffy blankets from the hall closet and empty out of the storage plastic boxes. One that is short enough for this little dear to walk in and out of.”

Frisk saluted and ran off, “On it!”

Tori turned and walked into the kitchen petting the kitten as she went. “Sans, where did you find this poor dear?”

“i, uh, found him not far from my stand,” Sans said. Tori handing the kitten back to him and she opened the fridge, getting out some left over unseasoned fish and an egg. “i think it was left over from a box of kittens some human was selling. i heard them talking about no one wanting the black one.”

“Did they just abandon him?” She asked as she started to scramble the egg.

“don’t know for sure, but, uh, wouldn’t rule it out. they didn’t seem like the nicest of people,” Sans said, struggling to hold the wiggling kitten. It was starting to scream louder, looking over at Tori or him with each yell. “i think he wants you to hurry up, tori,” Sans chuckled.

Tori giggled, “Sure sounds like it, but he will have to be patient a little longer. I’m almost done.” She added some of the leftover, unseasoned fish to the eggs.

Finally, she plated some of the food on a small dish and set it down. Sans bent down and released the little kitten, who made a mad dash for the plate. Both stood and watched the kitten eat. “i can pop over to the store and pick some things up for him,” Sans rubbed the back of his neck, making a list in his head of what they would need.

“Don’t, I need to go to the store tomorrow anyway. We’ll make do with what we have. There is some safe play sand, left over from a school activity, we can use for litter,” Tori said, looking up at Sans. He could see a kind smile on her face. He liked that expression, especially when she’s looking at him.

“Got the stuff!” Frisk said, walking into the kitchen.

“Wonderful. Could you go in the garage and add some of that sand we used in class to that box. A nice thick layer should do,” Toriel directed. Frisk nodded and did as asked, practically springing out of the room with excitement. Tori smiled, “I suppose this will teach responsibility, not that the child didn’t already know that lesson. Still, let’s make sure the kitten was, indeed, abandoned first; before we get too comfortable with the idea of him being our newest family member.”

“sounds fair,” Sans nodded.

Toriel put down a bowl of water for the kitten to drink out of as Frisk came back in the house. They made sure the kitten knew where the temporary litter box was and made a bed out of a cardboard box and the blanket. Frisk played with the kitten till Papyrus arrived with dinner. He with thrilled to meet this new house guest, and apologized to the small creature once he learned they were in Sans’s ribs when he spun his brother around. They ate and Tori offered the kitten more of the food she had made.

That evening, after convincing Frisk to leave the kitten downstairs for the night, Tori and Sans cuddled on the sofa. Tori was reading a new book from the library, and Sans was distracted with the small black kitten sleeping on his chest.

“I thought you only liked pet rocks,” Toriel said, teasingly.

“well, yeah, when i’m responsible for the pet. frisk will be doing most of the challenging work for this one,” Sans grinned, he looked up at Tori then back at the kitten, “and if i must help now and then, i guess i won’t mind. least i can do, for a fellow freeloader.”

“You are not a freeloader. If it wasn’t for you there would have been lots of nights with me being up late working on grading or preparing for class the next day. And don’t think I didn’t notice all the money you’ve saved up for your brother’s education. You might not be the hard worker as some others are, but you still do more than you give yourself credit for,” She smiled down at Sans.

They were quiet for a moment before Tori closed her book, “By the way, were you planning on sneaking that kitten into the house?”

“heh,” Sans glanced up at her, “i, uh, guess it did cross my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Tori shifted, turning herself so Sans was mostly laying on her, “Well, I guess it is a good thing it didn’t cross your path. Would hate for you to have bad luck. Anyway, dear, this is your house.”

“our house, you live here, and frisk,” Sans closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her chest rising and falling as she breaths.

“I feel like I took over your house, and I’m sorry about that,” she said while lightly petting the kitten, who stretched and yawned.

“tori, you’re fine, i didn’t really take charge of things before.”

“You were thinking of sneaking a kitten into the house, Sans. I took over and made you feel as if you had no control of your own space,” Toriel said in a manner that sounded more like a teacher.

“maybe a little, but i did just turn everything over to you,” he shrugged.

They were quiet, watching the kitten curl back up on Sans and continue sleeping. Sans thought he could easily go to sleep like this. A warm spot on his sternum and Toriel at his back. No sooner did he start to feel himself drift off did she wake him back up by saying, “You know… I thought it rather sweet of you to help this poor kitten. And, if I were being honest, I’d have to say it was attractive.”

“oh, uh, i… thanks. the way you handled everything… it, uh, re-... reminded me why i love you,” Sans said while kicking himself inwardly for the lack of “smooth” in that. Soft fur tickled the back of his skull as she nuzzled his head, let him know she didn’t care about the awkward delivery, she was just happy to hear the words.

“I love you, Sans, you don’t need to hide things from me,” Toriel said softly.

“love you too, tori,” Sans smiled, looking up at her, and then back at the kitten. “it’s an odd little family we’re forming.”

“Oh?”

“well, there’s me...the educated, country guy who’s held multiple jobs, yet barely worked. you, the stunning ex-queen who somehow feel for a guy like me. my bro, who is undoubtable, the coolest monster around. then there’s frisk, the kid who fell under mount ebott and saved all of monster kind.”

“And now, quite possibly, this abandoned kitten who won the heart of a monster who physically lacks one,” Toriel mused. She then hummed a little, “Sans, what if we…”

“what if we what?” Sans asked, tilting his head up to look at her.

“Well, what if we made this family official.”

It took a moment but he grabbed the kitten so he could sit up without causing the poor thing to fall. The kitten only mustered a “murr” of protest before settling into Sans’s hands. “wait,” Sans furrowed his brow, while his usual smile became awkward with a mix of panic, confusion and joy, “do you- do you mean getting hitched?”

“Yes, that is what I mean,” she smiled back at him.

“ok, i mean, yeah- yes, i’d love to,” his face was starting to hurt from how wide his smile was.

Toriel leaned forward and kissed him and Sans kissed back. She had both of her hands on either side of his face, and he wished he could touch her back but currently his hands were full. When he did opt to just holding the kitten with one hand to place the other on her cheek, the kitten woke enough to mew rather loudly, interrupting the moment.

The two sat and laughed a moment, looking at the newest addition to their family. Finally, Toriel stood and stretched, “Well, I’m getting tired, so I think I’ll be going to bed.” She yawned big, and clearly looked tired. Looking back at him, she patted Sans on the shoulder, “You should too.”

“i’m actually going to stay down here. make sure this little guy’s alright, and give him food if he’s hungry later on in the night,” Sans sighed, “and, i guess, while you’re at the store tomorrow, i should take him to a vet. We should make sure he doesn’t have any health issues.”

Kissing him on the top of the skull she smiled down at him, “That sounds like an excellent idea, my love. Sleep well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“you too, tori,” Sans smiled back. He watched her go upstairs before settling back, cuddling the kitten to himself. “what a day, huh, little guy?” the kitten stretched and started purring in response, drifting off into a comfortable sleep. “heh, my thoughts exactly.”