#very well adjusted kitty over here

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So this is Jamboree Jenkins, my Tabaxi Necromancy Wizard, theyre So good and normal and sleep such a normal amount and have such a good normal sleep/study balance in their life and have such a normal customer/worker relationship with the coffee shop guy who calls themJambo (Ande my beloved).

[dotster001]

Hello may I request a one-shot where Leona and Malleus team up to try and bring Rook down because he and the prefect have been getting a little TOO close.

Thx luv ya hun😘😘😘

Does Teamwork make the Dream work?

Summary: Rook x gn! Reader

A/N: love ya too, anon!

Even if he couldn't smell the stench of lizard, Leona knew he was here by the frightened murmurs around the Savannahclaw students. The dorm was on edge, and the sky, which was always bright and sunny, was cloudy.

It wasn't long before the man of the hour had walked into his room with his entourage.

"Leave us," Malleus ordered, and his retainers all left the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Bold of you to set foot in my domain, lizard," he growled.

"What we have to discuss is beneficial for both of us," he dramatically swished into the chair by Leona's desk. "We have a common enemy, Kingscholar."

Leona held back a hiss. "The hunter."

"Indeed."

Him and Malleus had been so focused on removing each other as suitors for your hand, they had made a fatal mistake. They'd left you unguarded. And another had slipped in.

Leona had to admit, Hunt was good. Neither of them had even noticed his attentions, and now it was too late. Or was it?

"I have heard from various sources that while the two appear to be courting, they are not together as of yet," Malleus hummed, the thunder outside betraying the calm he is pretending he has.

“Well, how bout that?” Leona smirked. 

“So, I have a proposal. The two of us work to free our beloved child of man from his confines. Until then, we agree to share them.”

“I don't share,” Leona growled.

“It's just until they choose one of us. But how will we get a chance if the hunter hoards their everything?” 

Leona glared for a moment. He then sighed, stood up, and stretched lazily. 

“Alright. But if you don't play fair, I walk.”

Malleus' grin widened.

“I'm so happy you see things my way.”

….

You were walking to class, slightly late, because your situationship had gotten an odd glint in his eye, then dragged you to a closet to leave some, unfortunately, very visible love bites on your neck. Only after he was happy with that, did he “relinquish you to attend to your duties”. What you'd learned while courting Rook was that you just had to go along for the ride, not asking questions.

Usually the answers were wildly concerning. You had to give it to yourself for picking perhaps the wildest man in all of existence.

As you walked down the hall, you noticed Epel and Sebek walking towards you. You waved, but as they came closer, you began to be worried about the concentrated expressions on their faces. 

And yet you weren't prepared for each of them to snatch an arm and just start dragging you along with them.

“Guys, what are you doing?” You cried.

“Silence, human!”

“Epel, what is going on? Why are you kidnapping me? I have alchemy!”

“This is for your own good, Y/N.” 

Your cries went ignored, until you heard a door open from behind you. You peaked over your shoulder, now that your body wasn't being dragged anymore, and you noticed what looked like a candlelit table setting.

And then you were being dragged again. Both of your friends finally released your arms, spun you around, then shoved you into a chair. As your eyes adjusted to the candlelit table, you noticed two sets of emerald eyes staring at you. One set is soft and adoring, the other is irritated.

“Good afternoon, Child of Man. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us.”

“I didn't agree. Epel and Sebek dragged me here.”

“Now you're just playing with semantics,” Leona groaned, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“I don't think I am…”

“Ignore the kitty,” Malleus leaned forward his hands folded pensively under his chin. “We asked you here because we are very concerned about your association with the hunter.”

“Oh,” your cheeks burned as you looked away. It was kind of sweet, your friends being protective of you as you ventured into a new relationship. “Thanks for your concern. But I'm a big kid, so I can take care of myself. I promise if I need help, I'll come talk to you guys, though!”

Leona groaned, slamming a fist on the table as he also leaned forward.

“You know he's hunting the lizard and I, right?”

“Rook's kind of silly-” you started.

“Y/N, he's actually hunting them,” Epel leaned in, and whispered in your ear. “You know how some of the wallpaper in his room looks like it's peeling?”

“Yeah-”

“If you pulled it off, you'd find thousands of photos of the two of them,” Epel said, his skin looking mildly green.

You stiffened, then released a chuckle to hopefully dispel the tension.

“Okay, maybe, but he's just kind of eccentric, you know?”

“You aren't comprehending the gravity of…wait,” Malleus cut himself off, leaning in, his eyes narrowing. “What's on your neck?”

Leona seemed to wake up a bit at that, also leaning forward. You slowly pressed a hand to where you knew one of the love bites was, and went,

“Oh. Um-”

“Mon Lapin!” Rook joyfully cried, flicking on the light switch in the room, momentarily blinding all of you.

“Shit,” Epel said, sprinting towards the door. But he was quickly caught around the middle by Rook, who dragged him back over to the rest of the group.

“Worry not, Monsieur Cherry apple. I understand you felt the need to support your beloved captain. Besides, betrayal is tres beaute, is it not?”

Epel nodded, visibly sweating.

“Gentlemen, thank you for protecting Mon Trickster whilst I was preoccupied. Your care for them is truly wonderful,” he said with a close-eyed smile.

“Don't worry about it,” Leona grumbled.

“We just wanted to help in any way we could,” Malleus said with a cold smile.

“I know. But now we must sadly part with you gentlemen. Adieux!” And with that, he released Epel, and grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you out of the room, just as unceremoniously as you were dragged in.

“Give it to me straight, lizard. Did your man blab?” Leona glared at Sebek, whose face turned an angry red.

“HOW DARE YOU! I WOULD NEVER DISRESPECT MY LORD IN SUCH A WAY!”

“Sebek may be young and ignorant, but he would never do anything that would ruin my happiness,” Malleus snapped, Sebek nodding enthusiastically. “What's more likely is that we have once again underestimated the hunter. He is also playing our game. Our beloved’s neck is all the proof we need of that.”

“So what now, then? Still think teamwork is the best idea?” Leona said with an eye roll. 

“Yes. We just cannot afford to make the same mistakes. We will not win on our own.”

….

Rook waltzed over to Epel, who quickly tried to pick up all his things and run away.

“Monsieur Cherryapple. I told you that all is forgiven! There is no need to run from me. I just want to talk,” he said with a warm smile. Epel suspiciously sat back down, fighting the urge to flee before the predator.

“I think it's very kind of you to try and help your sports mentor,” Rook said, sitting next to Epel.

“Yeah,” Epel said, slowly nodding.

“However, I think you should know, as his knight in his quest, that Rois des Dragons is not playing fair.”

“What!” Epel shouted, before realizing how extreme his reaction was, and wincing.

“Rois des Lions is destined to fail, because Rois des Dragons is frequently visiting with Mon tresor behind everyone's backs. He intends to have Leona ruin our relationship, so that he can pick up the pieces, and be the hero.”

Epel froze.

“But of course, neither of them have a chance, as I will stop them by whatever means necessary. I just thought you should know!” Rook abruptly stood up, and began to leave the room. He paused, then turned to Epel. “Don't share this with Rois de Lions. I wouldn't want him to become an actual threat, now would I?” He said with a grin, then actually left the room.

Epel immediately pulled out his phone, typing a frantic message.

….

Leona’s phone buzzed. He grumbled in annoyance, shutting down his phone before there was a chance that you could hear it from his and Draconia’s hiding spot. The current plan was ludicrous. But they would have to be ludicrous to outplay the hunter. They'd even enlisted the weird third year vice housewarden of Diasomnia to perch in trees so that Rook couldn't hide somewhere.

“How much longer?” He grumbled, feeling exhausted, as he'd skipped three of his naps at Draconia's behest.

“They'll emerge soon,” he said, his gaze still pinned to the Ramshackle door.

“How soon?”

“They always start to look for me around 10:30 pm.”

Leona’s head snapped to Malleus.

“10:30! Why did I have to skip a nap for this? I could have been asleep at any point in the three hours we've been waiting!”

“Hush, kitty. They're coming,” Malleus hissed. Sure enough, the door opened, and you walked out, scanning your surroundings for your evening walking buddy.

Malleus snatched Leona’s hand, but before he could snap back, his vision was filled with emerald, and you stood before him. You smiled in surprise, then your gaze flitted to their joined hands. Malleus immediately threw the hand away, as Leona took a step back.

“Kingscholar wishes to join our evening walk tonight.”

“Oh. Glad you could join us!” You said, your eyes flickering to their hands again. Leona used the moment to take your hand, and place it in the crook of his arm.

“Shall we?” He purred.

You nodded, seemingly overwhelmed by what was going on. Overwhelmed was good. It meant you were vulnerable. And vulnerable would make it easier for you to see Rook for the lunatic he was.

Malleus rushed over, taking your other arm the same way. Leona almost hissed at him, but quickly remembered that they were a team.

“So what do you normally do on these walks?” Leona asked, trying to ignore his growing boredom.

“Well, we'll chat sometimes, but mostly we just walk and look at stuff,” you said.

“And you enjoy that?” Leona scoffed.

“Why wouldn't they?” Malleus snapped back. “Besides, didn't you ask to participate?” Malleus said pointedly, reminding Leona of the mission.

“Right, right. Just wanted to make sure I understood what our plans were.”

….

“Bon jour, Monsieur Crocodile!”

Sebek pulled his sword, swinging it at Rook, who jumped out of the way with expert athleticism.

“There is no need to attack! I simply wish to have a chat with you. Afterall, I can't help but admire your arodor for your king. It is just as strong as mine for my Rois du poison!” Rook finished dreamily.

Sebek stared suspiciously, but nodded, and resheathed his sword.

“But it is a shame, isn't it?” Rook said sadly.

“What is?”

“Oh! Surely, an expert knight such as yourself would already be aware!”

“I am. I just want to know if you are,” Sebek snapped.

“Well, when your king inevitably destroys the relationship I have with my beloved, Rois des Lions is going to steal them away.”

“WHAT!”

“Oui. It's truly tragic. But he has already laid his claim. With how often I find the two of them resting together, it's hard to believe Rois des dragons hasn't picked up on the scent,” Rook wiped away a tear. “I'm destined to relinquish my soulmate, but I had always longed for it to be to someone worthy of their love.”

“THIS VILLAINY SHALL NOT STAND! I SHALL SEE THAT YOUR NOBLE SACRIFICE IS NOT IN VAIN!” Sebek cried, sprinting from the room without a second thought.

“Aw, how ardent you are, Sebek. Your radiance shines through every pore!” Rook mused to himself, before pulling out his phone, and pulling out the photo of you Leona napping in the greenhouse, yesterday.

“I suppose I didn't even need the evidence. But it will be a wonderful addition to the wall,” he hummed in adoration, booping your photo self's nose, before skipping off towards the mirror chamber, so he could return to your side.

….

You could feel the tension between the two of them. And, poor little human you, stuck literally in the middle. Yes, the walk was technically the same as always, just with an additional walker, but somehow it felt like a war you couldn't truly comprehend was being waged. 

Normally, the silent walks with Malleus were therapeutic, a wonderful way to destress after a long day, before  returning to the arms of your snuggly  lover for bedtime. 

“So,” you said, feeling like you had to break the silence.

“What?” Leona snapped, before wincing, and saying, “Sorry, bit jumpy tonight. What is it, herbivore?”

“I don't know. It just feels like you both have something to say to me, but neither of you wants to say it.”

Both of them stopped walking, then turned to look at each other, a silent exchange occurring through eye contact. Both of them turned back to you, kneeling before you, each holding a hand, delicately.

“Y/N-” Malleus began, his face serious, but he was cut off.

“MY LIEGE! THIS IS A SET UP!” You heard a voice cry. You turned over your shoulder to see Sebek sprinting towards you. Malleus' face grew cloudy, and he sighed.

“Give me a moment,” he muttered, storming off to see his knight.

“No worries,” Leona snickered, standing up, and wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, as he booted up his phone. You felt him stiffen.

“Go home,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Go home. This is gonna get ugly,” he said coldly, stalking over to Malleus, who was slowly turning to face him, rage in his eyes. You didn't need to be told twice, practically sprinting back to Ramshackle.

You shut the door behind you, just as emerald lightning illuminated glittering sand on the horizon.

You breathed a sigh of relief, over what, you weren't entirely sure. But you nearly jumped out of your skin as an arm wrapped around your stomach.

“How was your walk?” His voice whispered, his breath tickling your neck.

“Simultaneously eventful, and uneventful at the same time,” you winced, before quickly relaxing into Rook. He hummed, happily, nuzzling further into you.

“Why don't we make us official?” He whispered.

“Really?” You asked, trying not to sound too excited. You would have asked him to be official weeks ago. But Rook was a free spirit. You didn't want him to feel like you were trying to tie him down too fast.

“Really,” he mimicked. “I truly believe you are my soulmate.”

“You're not playing fair,” you whined, to which he spun you so that you were face to face with him.

“If I played fair, I wouldn't get to see such delightful reactions,” he said with a giggle, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Rook, I'd love for us to be official,” you said with a lovesick grin.

“Good. Because I will never release you now that I've successfully caught you.”

You laughed lightly, leaning in to kiss him passionately, the emerald lightning giving this moment a forever memorable shine.

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[xazse]

Kitty Kuni!

Male Reader with a cock!

His face all of a sudden turns sour, ears pulled back and his tail still- he gets up and walks into his personal bathroom.

The worker taps you on the shoulder and knocks you out of your trance. “Don’t take it personal he’s always been like that” she laughs a dry heave, “his previous owner had deemed him to be too much so she sent him here hoping he’d adjust well, but so far he doesn’t get along with anyone.” You ponder on her words before ultimately turning away from the glass to look at her.

—-

Scaramouche you learn his name, but he’d corrected you to call him kunikuzushi. You’d settle on Kuni for short- he scoffed but didn’t argue back.

Kuni isn’t as bad as the woman at the shelter had made him out to be, or his previous owner. He keeps to himself and does his own thing- when he’s hungry he’ll come find you to whip something up or when something is bothering him he’ll once again come seek you out. Despite all that he’s made himself at home for the 3 months he’s been here.

You’d “play” with him like in ways he finds very disrespectful- you’re seriously gonna throw a ball and expect him to- he’s already running for it and returning it back to you, and for being such a good boy you’d reward him with scratches behind his ear, he’ll lean in practically on top of you so that good feeling won’t stop.

If he’s very very good you’ll give him an even bigger reward, one he’s come to love and obsess over- your cock, the thick wide girth he can’t get enough of. You’ve got the poor kitty addicted, craving more every time he has a lewd dream, this is one of those times where he can get what he wants.

Your cock fills Kuni up to the brim, his hole accepting every inch of you. Wet slapping sounds echo throughout the room when you pull out and slam back into his abused hole. He’ll mewl and whine into your ear like a lost puppy who’s looking for some comfort in their owner, you offer none of that right at the moment, only thinking of getting your orgasm- and his hole offers that perfect opportunity. Kuni can cum all he wants, he already has with his pained expression everytime you coax another one out of him.

[lemonsprite]

Gale x gn!reader Drabble

As promised here’s the minific about tripsitter Gale ^w^

It’d been a rough day full of fighting gnolls and you’d finally returned to camp, the sun setting in the distance.

You were covered in dirt and blood, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin, slick with sweat from earlier escapades and your legs practically gave a sigh of relief when you finally sat down by the fire.

Yet you could not lay still.

Your legs ached, your body screamed for rest but the adrenaline had yet to wear off and you heart refused to slow. You felt weirdly itchy and no matter how much you shifted and adjusted your position you could not get comfortable.

“Struggling to relax?” Came Shadowheart’s voice from across the campfire. She sat cross legged, hands placed plainly on her knees in an obvious sign that she’d just been in prayer.

“That archdruid gave me something that I think can help.”

You look at her skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

Shadow heart produced from her pocket a small round gummy like candy before reaching out her hand, offering the tiny treat.

“Sugar Shadowheart?” You asked with a teasing scoff. “I doubt that’d help my situation.”

“It has plants in it.” She almost whispered, leaning in close. “Ones that help you relax, I like to take them before bed.”

You glanced over at Halsin briefly, who was in some kind of engaging conversation with Gale, before accepting Shadowhearts offer and grabbing the gummy from her hands.

Popping it in your mouth, you chewed it hesitantly, finding the taste wasn’t that unpleasant.

“So… when is it supposed to…?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at shadow heart.

“Give it a second.” She said, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I’ve got to go, I promised Karlach to help braid her hair.”

And before you could even protest, shadowheart was gone.

“Are you okay…?” Asked Gale, peering into your eyes that stared back at him. It reminded him uncannily of an owl.

“Do I need to get you a cleric…?” He asked once more, worry evident in his voice as he looked at his reflection in your blown wide pupils.

You let out a loose sigh, sinking into the throw pillow on the ground near Gales tent.

Part of you found it funny, the way Gale was so worried about your well-being but the other half was very confused by the delusions he kept feeding into.

“You’re saying I grew three arms and have seven noses… do you still think I’m handsome?” Gale asked, looking at you, his eyes round and watery.

He reminded you of your childhood pet cat when he’d accidentally fall Into the nearby lake, pitiful and sopping wet.

“You’re very handsome Gale…” you mumbled quietly with a small grin, your body taking a second to register the hand you placed on his thigh.

“Mmm little kitty.” You hum, wrapping him in your arms and pulling him close so he had no chance of escape. “So soggy, so feeble, little meow meow.”

Gale stared at you wide eyed and very confused.

“Meow?” He asked, and you nodded your head, nuzzling him impossible closer.

“Meow.”

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

Cat cafes and more

SUMMARY: You insist yoongi to visit the cat cafe which has cats up for adoption which ends up you adopting a white Persian cat even though you have holly with you both.

PAIRINGS: established relationship, yoongi X reader

WORD COUNT: 0.7 K

WARNINGS: Just a cute little yoongi drabble, FLUFF FLUFF , reader whines a lot , reader curses .

A/N: sweet pies enjoy this while i have something for you all <3<3 like reblog and comment 🥰

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Yoongi has been the most amazing boyfriend you could wish for. He took you on many dates, and today you decided that both of you should visit the new cat cafe which had opened just a few lanes away from where you both live.

“ Baby let’s go there, they have the cats up for adoption They are street cats Yoongi”, you whined when he waved you off saying he doesn't like cat fur. “Look baby Holly needs a sibling shouldn’t we give him a sibling to play with,” you said sitting on the sofa beside him and hugging him from the side. Yoongi smirked before saying “Let’s make one What-do you say baby” he laughed looking at your pissed-off face “ I’m kidding baby Let’s see we can go at the weekend “.

Saturday

“Aw look at this kitty Yoongi It resembles you baby” you pouted holding the white Persian cat in your arms The cat meowed as if it agreed with what you said “ No it doesn't y/n,” he said simply sipping on his coffee. “Pretty please this one is up for adoption let’s take it?” You showed him puppy eyes the cat still in your arms.

“ No y/n what if Holly doesn't like the cat in our house? What if he is rude to the cat? What are you going to do then? You know how he is and you know i don't like cats ” Yoongi said instantly denying the fact you want to take the cat home “Please Yoongi let’s try I’m sure Holly would love a sibling he isn’t that bad” Yoongi sighed asking you if you're sure about it still unsure about your decision.

That night

You both signed the adoption papers, bringing your now white cat finally home in a cat canal. Holly instantly got curious about the new addition to his house. “ Yoongi can you hold Holly for a bit till Vincent gets a bit comfortable? We should introduce them slowly” you say holding Vincent closer to your arms while Yoongi grabs Holly in his arms.

Holly whines when he finds himself lifted off the ground, You carefully bring Vincent closer to Holly, and they both start sniffing each other while Holly whines looking at Yoongi as if he wants to say You brought a new sibling home when I’m there? Vincent and Holly got close to each other in no time, While your cat was still a baby Holly was five years old he kept calm when Vincent started sniffing around the house. Safe to say Holly didn’t react rudely.

“ Aw I think they are getting well, but we must keep an eye on them,” you said patting Holly's head saying he is a good boy while Yoongi looked around with Vincent.

While they were still adjusting to each other both of them made sure to not hurt each other Holly was very gentle with Vincent, but when it was sleeping time Holly usually slept on his bed but today he made his way in between you while Vincent slept on his bed.

“ Aigoo you’ve been sleeping alone Vincent ?”Yoongi murmured when he woke up in the middle of the night while he purred listening to his voice. Slowly grabbing Vincent in his arms he made his way to his side of the bed while Holly cuddled up on your side. Yoongi looked over to your side slowly kissing your cheeks and kissing Holly's head he slept cuddling Vincent.

The next morning

You woke up to see both of your babies sleeping on your bed it was unusual to see Holly sleeping on your bed, you thought he might have felt lonely that’s why he came up here while Yoongi cuddled sleeping peacefully with the cat cuddled on his side.

“I think someone said they don’t like cats?” You said whispering near Yoongi ‘s ear while he suddenly woke up his head hitting your forehead while you groaned in pain “Ouch Yoongi …... fuck it hurts”you hissed “Who told you told whisper near my ear baby? Are you hurt?”He asked stiffly holding his laugh back “of course you idiot it hurts” you said holding your head while Yoongi softly kissed and whispered apologies.

You both spent the morning taking cute pics of Holly and Vincent while they were sleeping together on one side of the bed while you both kept talking that it was a good idea to bring a new member home.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

How are you and the cats adjusting? Do they have new favorite spots or windows yet? Hope you're doing well, I know this year was a lot.

The cats are having the time of their lives, truly. We have a very cozy king-sized bed now. There are windows, scratchers, and kitty beds in every room. They love exploring and running full tilt all over the place.

Everyone, including me and Crow, is really much happier and healthier here now. ❤️

[bangchanbabygurl]

04: Between Pages {Pomegranates and Tulips}

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 1,773 words

╚» Now playing —» It's been a long long time by Kitty Kallen and Harry James

Scanning each row made my eyes hurt as I adjusted my glasses and looked at the notepad; this book will be difficult to find. I let out a defeated sigh and bite my bottom lip; I look around for an employee as I walk out of the aisle. My nerves were rising as I walked into the thriller section; maybe it's in this aisle.

I scan the first row starting in H, "Having trouble?" I suppress a smile and turn to see the familiar tall figure walking into the aisle. "Something like that," I said with a small smile; Wonwoo chuckled and returned a shy smile. "I only have thirty minutes before the shop closes, so what brings you here at this hour?" I asked, avoiding eye contact out of nervousness.

Wonwoo looks at the books curiously, "Well, it is my day off, and I need a new book." He says, pulling out one of the books off the shelf. I cross my arms and spot an employee but frown upon seeing them busy with a customer; I look at Wonwoo, who is reading the back of the book. "You seem like you're having trouble with something." He says, lifting his gaze from the book; I almost made eye contact with him. "Well, I was trying to look for this book, but I guess the shop doesn't have it in," I said, looking at the notepad.

"It's a Hannibal Lecter novel, and I thought they would have it in this section, but I don't see it," I said with a shy smile. Wonwoo must've decided on the book, seeing he didn't put it back. "What's the title of the book? Maybe it's sorted with the title," He says. I let out a small sigh and felt myself become more shy and nervous. "The Silence of The Lamb by Thomas Harris, and I already tried looking for it by title, but it's no use," I said. Wonwoo smiles and chuckles. "Maybe they have it sorted by author." He says and walks to the next aisle.

I bite my lip, and I go back to looking for it in the thriller section; a tired sigh escapes my lips. I'm tired and sleepy, but I need this book. I look at the next aisle, only to be filled with frustration. I see an employee walk by, but they seemed irritated, "Excuse—" "Found it." Wonwoo's voice interrupted my call for help. I turned to see him walking out of the aisle involving true crime.

I felt a sudden relief wash over me seeing the book cover, and I smiled. "Oh, thank god, I was going to give up a minute ago." I said as Wonwoo walks over, handing me the book, "I'm assuming it's a very interesting book if it had you stressing." He says with a smile. I nod and let a small laugh leave my lips, "It is. I've heard about the movies, but I want to read the book before jumping into the films, you know." I said. Wonwoo nods. "Smart move. Now, what do I get in return for helping you?" He asked with a slight smirk. I felt flustered and hid half of my face behind the book. "Hmm, well, I was planning to go the convenience store that's a block from here. Maybe I'll give you a bowl of ramen and kimbap in return." I said.

Wonwoo fixes his glasses, pushing him up, and smiles faintly. "I was only teasing, but ramen sounds good, especially in this rainy weather." He says as we walk to the front, I nod. "Wait, it's raining." I blurted out and looked out the window that it was pouring hard, "I didn't bring my umbrella," I muttered to myself. I place the book on the counter, "Together?" The cashier asked. "Yes." "No," I look at Wonwoo, "it's okay; I'll pay for the book since you're paying for the ramen." Wonwoo says with a smile. "Uh, I don't know, it's fine. I can—and you're already paying," I said, looking at him and seeing him putting his wallet away. 

"It's fine, Y/N; I don't mind paying an extra twelve dollars. Besides, books are essential, and honestly, I don't like the idea of you paying for ramen either, but I respect your boundaries." He says with a smile as he grabs the bag. I give him a genuine smile and let a small laugh leave my lips as we head to the door while thanking the cashier. I bite my lip as I lift the hood of my sweater to shield me from the rain, "Well, walking in the rain isn't that bad," I said with a smile. Wonwoo had opened an umbrella, "What makes you think I'll let you walk in the rain?" He asked.

I look at him, confused, "Come on, Y/N, it's in the middle of December. I'm not a monster that will let you suffer for not being prepared. Besides, the weather is strange nowadays. They say it's supposed to snow tomorrow." Wonwoo says with a smile as he towered over me with the umbrella. How did I not realize that he is taller when up close? I have to tilt my head just slightly to look at him; my height makes me meet Wonwoo at chest level. "Is it? I haven't watched the weather news this morning." I say, feeling flustered at the close proximity.

Wonwoo chuckles, "Lead the way," He says. I let out a small sigh, and we started to walk to the convenience store. Why do I feel so nervous? My cheeks feel hot, "What book did you get?" I asked. "I believe it's called Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six; it's a thriller. I've heard people talk about it." Wonwoo says with a smile. "Have you always liked books? Or did you recently get into them?" I asked; Wonwoo spared a glance. I looked away, "I've spent my life between pages," He says. I smiled and nodded, "I, as Seungkwan says, always have my nose buried in a book." I said. Wonwoo giggles; I smile but notice he is covering his mouth. His ears were slightly red; maybe he felt embarrassed.

I halted as we reached the store, "I apologize if it's not up to your expectations, but ramen is ramen." I said with a small smile. Wonwoo nods as we enter the store, "Oh, Y/N, welcome back," Mrs. Kim says with a warm smile as she places the broom against the wall. I smile and wave at her; Wonwoo closes the umbrella. I walk to the freezers, looking for something sweet to hit the cravings.  I grabbed a bomb pop ice cream tub; I spotted Wonwoo over at the ramen section. I smiled softly as Mrs. Kim began suggesting the best ramen combinations. "I think I'll try the Kimbap ramen,"  Wonwoo says with a small smile. I look at the coffee section in the freezer; I let out a small gasp as my favorite song plays in the back.

I bite my lip and suppress a grin as I continue looking for snacks to eat. "Kiss me once, then kiss me twice..." I whisper as the music continues to play softly. "I decided on the ramen," Wonwoo's voice sends shivers down my spine. I look at him. "Okay, well, I already got what I need," I said with a smile and walked to Mrs. Kim; Wonwoo was waiting for the ramen bowls to finish cooking. "Mmh, Y/N, who's your friend, finally getting out of your bubble, love?" She asks, scanning the items. I smile faintly, "Yeah, I'm trying my best." I say, handing her my card. "Well, you're doing a fine job, hun; he seems like a sweet, handsome young man." Mrs. Kim says with a smirk and hands me my card back. I chuckle lightly.

I sit by the window, watching the rain fall harder than before; I sip on my peach-iced tea, waiting patiently for the ramen. "They're done," Wonwoo says with a small smile; I help him set the bowls down. I feel hungry just by smelling the ramen, "It tastes good; the kimbap will add a kick to it." I said with a smile and stir the noodles with the chopsticks. This felt nice, having someone to talk to about books, eating ramen and just sitting in a comfortable silence. 

"So what books do you like the most? The book you got isn't a romance novel rather than a true crime." Wonwoo says with a smile. I look at the kimbap and place a piece on my ramen, “Well, I love anything involving romance, supernatural, horror, and true crime. You can say I like any kind of book except for sci-fi.” I said with a small smile. Wonwoo nods in acknowledgment, “Horror? Nice, what's your favorite movie?” He asked. I smile and take a sip of the iced tea, “Mm, there are many good ones, but I have to say A Nightmare on Elm Street,” I said.

I take a bite of the kimbap, “Do you have a favorite scary movie?” I asked. Wonwoo shakes his head, “Not really, I enjoy any scary movie.” He says, taking a sip of his lemonade.

I look at the time; I'm usually at the apartment by this hour. It feels kinda strange yet nice, "We should hang out again; maybe you could recommend a book." Wonwoo says as he helps clean the table. I tossed the empty bowls in the trash. I smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice," I said; the sound of a horn caught our attention. “Here, you’ll need the umbrella more than I do,” Wonwoo says, handing me his umbrella and the paper bag. “It's your umbrella. I'll return it to you; thank you for buying the book even though you didn't have to.” I said.

Wonwoo chuckles as he picked his phone and book, “It's nothing, well I gotta go. Mingyu is waiting, and well, we know how that goes.” He says with a smile. I nodded and waved at him as he left the store. I see Mingyu with a smirk and waves a bye before driving off with Wonwoo. I let a sigh escape my lips as I grabbed my bag, “Goodnight, Mrs. Kim.” I said before leaving the store. I opened the umbrella and began my walk to the apartment; it felt nice talking to Wonwoo.

I had no idea I would have some things in common with him; now that I was able to distract my mind from spiraling into darkness, I'm not sure if I want to let him get close.

[kachuuyaa]

BAY CITY ROMANCE 𖥻 005 𖥻 KITTY KITTY!

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synopsis. fyodor's sudden invitation, a cat, and a couple led you to uncertain circumstances.

warnings. HORRIBLE description of the surroundings.. so sorry... i wrote this while watching one piece, you and fyodor share a nice meal!! the cats love fyodor

notes. sorry!! i was really busy these past few weeks bc of school ahh I'm here now;.. maybe after ill be busy again HAHAHA my midterms r soso nhear. but here's a fyodor centric chapter to make up for my absence AND the final ep of bsd CUZZZ IT WAS SO SICK

Getting up from your bed, you allowed yourself to stretch before shortly heading over to your closet. Your dorm was relatively simple as the university provided minimal space to encompass your belongings. From the door, your bed was squeezed into the leftmost corner of the room. a large circular black carpet was sprawled underneath your furniture, below some potted plants and your work setup, which was to the rightmost corner of the room. Beside your bed, a simple coffee table that houses a figurine you bought a while back with your friends, and the traditional alarm clock that you perceive as a treasure amongst the sea of belongings inside your dorm. The space provided was wide enough to encompass a projector and a few shelves that house your books. Averting your eyes from the protruding stack of clothes nestled beside the closet, you continue your avid search in the clutter you call your closet to prepare for the events that ought to happen later. Fyodor doesn’t mind the style you choose-- at all, even complimenting your style on several occasions, so you do not have to think twice about choosing what to wear. Settling for a simple outfit, you grabbed your previous clothing to add to the heap of fabric on the side of the room. 

It took a bit to prepare for the outing, gathering your needed items in a sling bag you thought fit best for the occasion. Still, you admired your look for a bit before swinging your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your phone to type a reply back to Fyodor hastily. Panic intruded your body as his texts registered in your mind, and bolted to the door to leave as fast as possible. However, what you didn’t consider, was Fyodor’s presence behind the door; jumping as soon as you opened it, putting your hand over your heart and clenching it while heaving slightly. “Don’t ever do that ever again, Fyodor!” You punched him lightly, relieved that it was just him. Turning back, you muttered to yourself, stopping as you heard him chuckle faintly. “What? What do you want?” You spat, although not in an offensive manner, and he smiled at you. “Nothing, you look great.” He breathed out, albeit sweetly, before adding, “You also took your sweet time, didn’t you?” 

Flustered at his words, you cleared your throat, mumbling a compliment to him that he caught. He was straightforward in his approach, clothes representing the man very well; clad in an oversized black dress shirt with a few buttons loose, partially tucked in black dress pants, sleek leather shoes that you thought were fitting for a man like him, and finally, a brown trench coat that perfected the entire outfit. You must have been staring for too long, as he smiled at you knowingly, “Are you done staring, [Name]?” He adjusted the end of his sleeves, flicking his wrists every so often. 

He caught you. That was enough to make you avert your eyes immediately, earning a soft laugh from him. His chuckle was enough to land a familiar feeling in your stomach, embarrassment, maybe, you weren’t sure. The travel to the cafe was not long, but your insatiable curiosity about nature was enough to delay your arrival for a few minutes. Of course, Fyodor held his patience, smiling softly at everything you pointed at for him to see. First were the cicadas, then the small cat wobbling around, and finally, the pretty flowers that were exceptional to the eye. His gaze on you was inconspicuous, glancing at you every so often. You weren’t oblivious to the stares he was giving you, truth be told, you returned the looks he gave you. “Hey, we’re here.” You said in realization, Fyodor releasing his hands from his pockets to open the door for you. “After you,” he whispered, following suit after you entered. The slight tinkle of the bell alerted the staff; Oh, isn’t it Ranpo for today? You thought. Almost as if he heard you, he peeked from the cash register, smile widening in realization after seeing the both of you. “Fyodor! [Name]! It’s you!” He rushed over, waving in excitement. The soft chatter of the customers halted after he shouted, gazing over at him in mild annoyance, but it didn’t matter to him. The cafe wasn’t packed as it was normally, leaving a few vacant seats for you and Fyodor to take. After peering behind the door, your eyes landed briefly on the cats wandering aimlessly to customers. A select few, namely the most eccentric ones, in your opinion, lounged around their beds, scratching and nipping at their toys. Fyodor called out to you, which made you flicker your eyes to him in recognition. “I paid for your admission, so don’t worry about paying me back.” Said Fyodor, reassuring you. Ranpo was heard snickering from behind him, “Stop sounding like a gentleman, dumbass Fyo,” He joked, “I lowered the admission prices for you both. The total isn’t even worth the price of one undiscounted admission.” He revealed, making Fyodor deadpan. Fyodor turned to you, apologetic eyes meeting yours, as you walked over to him to pat his shoulder. Fyodor was uncharacteristically sweet to your group, paying for your meals every so often. The origins of his copious amounts of money were left lingering in your head, but you don’t bring the question up to him. “You didn’t tell me,” He reasoned, his voice enlaced with a hint of embarrassment, fingers glazing his credit card before handing it over to Ranpo, who accepted it gleefully. “Okay, since you’re so adamant about paying on their behalf!” He swiped the card, tapping on the monitor before stating, “You’re not getting that discount anymore!” Cheekily, he winked at both of you, making you wave your hands in protest at him, while Fyodor hummed in agreement. “Sure.” He responded curtly, which made you freeze, turning to him slowly. “Hey, you’re funny.” 

“Oh, really? You’re so kind! You’re paying for the entire menu too, Fyo!” 

You weren’t sure how you got into your position now. You poked your fork desultorily at your food, eyes flickering from Fyodor to the cats meowing at your feet. A smile was present on Fyodor’s face, sighing in contentment at the taste of the tea he ordered. A black cat was perched on his lap, tail moving as he leaned into Fyodor’s touch. “So, why did you bring me here?” You let the question slip before you could notice, genuinely curious about his motives. He gazed at you upon hearing that question, pausing his actions to face you. “Well, I just wanted to hang out with someone here,” he pursed his lips, locking his eyes with yours, and you found it hard to tear your gaze away from him. “I wanted to ask you and Sigma originally, but since she couldn’t go, I opted to ask you instead.” Admittedly, you looked away, feeling abashed, and focused on the cat rubbing itself on your leg. He was cute, in a way, a white cat with a scar on its left eye and gentle paws marked in black. Picking him up, you cooed, the cat meowing in return. “His name is Kolya, Fyo!” You shoved the cat in his face, making him scrunch his face in surprise as he took the cat from you. At this, the cat in his lap jumped off, which prompted Fyodor to sigh lightly, taking the cat for himself. Oh, Kolya. He thought, eyes blinking at the cat, to which the latter did the same, squinting his eyes in recognition. He looks exactly like Nikolai. He recalled his friend motioning towards a cat that looked exactly like him, but he paid no mind to his friend, but now that he studied his features, it looked exactly like him-- save for the humanistic characteristics and his signature white hair. Looking at it now, he held the cat closer to his face, before feeling the cat’s paws atop his nose. “Oh, he’s cute!” You leaned to the side to get a closer look at Fyodor and the cat; however, the former seemed to be frozen in place. Fyodor sighs before letting out an amused chuckle, gently placing the cat down beside him. “Yeah, it really is cute.”

A few hours passed-- although it felt like mere minutes to you and Fyodor, and both of you decided it was best to leave. Arranging the plates on your table, you carefully stood up; the cats walked past you to give you way. Muttering an apology to them, you took in the soft scenery the cafe provided, breathing out and walking towards the door. Fyodor greeted you and opened the door, thanking him softly as you walked out. He left you to wander outside as he settled the bill with Ranpo, which resulted in further delay; not that you minded, though, it allowed you to leave the cafe to observe the evening sky outside. 

The sky painted itself in gradient hues of orange and blue, fading into unique colors that marveled in the distance. It was peaceful, with the sound of cicadas chirping mixing with the sound of the wind, you found tranquility in this atmosphere. You breathed out, gaping at the clouds that blended with the sky’s colors. This wasn’t new to you, and once you heard the bell ring, you looked over the horizon to meet Fyodor’s eyes, and in response, blinked at the sudden eye contact. “Hi,” He said, and you waved at him enthusiastically. “Hi, Fyo!” You replied, making him nod; “I’m going to talk with Ranpo for a minute, if that’s okay.” He scanned your eyes in hopes of finding approval and smiled softly once he did. “Of course, Fyo! I can wait.” Smiling sincerely, you set your attention to the couple leaving the cafe, but once they opened the door, a certain white cat came rushing out. It seemed that the clamor alerted Ranpo from behind the cash register, and he shot up, before slamming his hand on the table to steady himself to properly observe the situation. “Kolya?!” He yelled, and the cat stared at him briefly before speeding out of the main door. You forgot to close it, so you stared at Ranpo in an apologetic manner, but he couldn’t quite notice it as he bolted for the entrance. 

“[Name], help me catch him!” He pointed at the cat, and Fyodor simply stared at the commotion. You sighed in exasperation, “I get to keep this cat, alright?!” And so, you ran for the cat with newfound determination-- it would be your new pet if you caught it, after all! The thought made you giggle silently, and you could slightly hear Ranpo fuming as he spat warnings towards the couple that allowed Kolya to get away. Yelling out countless apologies to the passersby that you ran past, your eyes locked on the cat that was slipping from your sight. After a bit of running, you found (supposedly) your cat in the hands of another. You halted your movements, your feet skidding to a stop in front of a foreign man. He, however, didn’t pay any attention to you, but to your cat. Nevertheless, once you caught your breath, he acknowledged your presence. “Oh, you were looking for him?” His voice had a playful lilt to it, which matched his appearance. His eyes were what captivated you most, heterochromia eyes with the shade of bluish grey and emerald boring right back at your own; his abnormally long braided white hair that coincidentally matched the fur of the cat he held. Your eyes trailed down toward his outfit, which consisted of a pair of oversized jeans and an equally oversized bomber jacket, zipped until his chest which revealed a bit of the shirt he was wearing. Kolya’s meow broke your train of thought, and the stranger giggled at this. 

You felt as if you had met this man before, but from where, you were clueless. “Did Kolya escape from the cafe again?” Cuddling up to the cat, he addressed his statement in a manner that made you think it was directed at Kolya instead of you. Crossing your arms, you let out an unamused sigh, which made the man’s attention drift towards you in response. “Ah, hi!” He called out to you, “Sorry, sorry! This cat’s a bit of a troublemaker,” He admitted, flustered, and looked at you apologetically. “Have I seen you before?” You questioned, and he blinked, before laughing. “Maybe! I mean,” He pets the cat in his hands, “Well, before anything, what’s your name?” Confused at the man’s sudden switch in tone, you answered him hesitantly, “It’s… [Name]...?” And at that, his eyes widened in realization, mumbling utterances to himself that you couldn’t quite hear. Okay, this guy was weird, sure, but he saved you the trouble of running after Kolya any farther than you originally had to. “Alright! Hi! I’m Nikolai, I hope that rings a bell, [Name]!” No honorifics, you noted-- but nodded at him regardless. You reflected back on his statement, however, despite racking your brain for anything that would relate to him, there was nothing that came to mind, so you settled for a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Nikolai.” Your eyes darted to him and to the cat, and you realized how similar they looked. “See anything?” He brought the cat up to his face, and it meowed in return. “Holy shit! It looks exactly like you!” He chuckled loudly at your words, proud that you finally got the idea. “You know, when I first came to the cafe, I fell in love with this little guy!” He exclaimed, although the cat’s ceaseless meowing drowned out his statement. “I was with Fyo--” He shut his mouth, interrupting himself, “I was with a friend when I first saw him.” Embarrassed, he looked over to you, smiling at your delighted look. You tilted your head, feeling panic invade your body. You didn’t know why, but the answer came to you incredibly quickly. 

Oh shit, Fyodor! “It was great meeting you, Nikolai, but I really have to go.” You motioned to the cat, and he took the hint to give it to you. Disappointment washed over his features, and despite being in a hurry, you recognized the look on his face. You waved to him hurriedly before setting off, the cat in your hands wiggling at your hold. Gathering the contacts of Nikolai was out of the question, as you had to make it back to Fyodor quickly, glancing at the horizon, you figured that the sun setting was an indicator of how late it was. Nikolai was not too bad-- although a bit eccentric in his approach, you just thought it was in his nature to act as he did. He was conventionally attractive, you can admit, his graceful features nestled in your head as he talked to you. His gaze towards you was ever so soft, a gleam of appreciation present in his eyes as he talked to you; and as his eyes lingered in your head, all the while, you figured that meeting new people had never been so bad-- or maybe he was just simply an exception. You chuckled on the way back, at the interaction you had with the unique individual determining the course of events that presented itself in front of you. The narrative was writing itself, and while you cannot make out with certainty any possible occurrences from now on, you had an inkling that you were to embrace change.

Nikolai, you believe you would remember that name for a long time. 

trivia:

niko thought you were sooo interesting!! he just doesn't know why.

he went to the cafe straight after meeting you, but was surprised when he couldn't see kolya in sight

he knew you were fyodor's friend since fyodor kept talking about you and your friend group (in a good light, obviously!)

fyodor understood you, don't worry, he isn't mad. he can never be mad at you

while fyodor may say these things so carelessly, he does it with no romantic intentions. you are most aware of this fact, and he is thankful for that.

you were so unsure if fyodor really paid for the entire menu. but with ranpo's devilish smile, you knew it was a joke.

yes, you just realized that niko was the man in your comments the previous chapter

so seeing him there again made you smile a bit, he was eccentric, but he was a good person!

you knew he'd make a good friend!

dazai asked fyodor about what happened, and when he told him about you and niko meeting, he rushed to the latter to demand answers.

tg: @iruc @celestair

2023 © kachuuyaa. do not steal or claim my work as your own.

[nichoskittycorner]

Kitty Play (A Nicholas Smut)

>> Having to deal with your cat's rut/heat is never fun. Especially with all the horrifying sounds they make. But you love your sweet kitty so of course you'll help by having him neutered so this doesn't happen ever again! Well plans change when it's no longer the sound of a cat in distress that wakes you, but a man.. a sexy, albeit distressed because horny… cat-eared man in between your legs-

>> Cat hybrid!Nicho, sex toys, oral/penetrative sex, dacryphilia (crying), sorta somnophilia (sleep), dry humping, hand jobs, sub!Nicho but like in a very pathetic and desperate way, pet names, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dick riding, breeding kink (like it's his rut what did you expect), reader is referred to as Master- at this point if I forgot anything please just tell me 

Word count: 6.1k

A/N: I was supposed to be writing fluff… how did I get here-

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  A few weeks ago you decided to get yourself a pet. Your home was empty after moving out of the family house to start anew. At first, everything was exciting- learning a new routine, being independent, the whole nine yards!

  But loneliness quickly set in. You didn't want a roommate, that would be too complicated and you liked the privacy. So the next best thing, is a pet! 

  After doing tons of research, you decided a cat would be the best fit. Looking around shelters and the internet to find the perfect one for you. Was there even a perfect cat for you? 

  Well, the cat gods decided that for you when a black cat was splayed happily on your greeting mat one day. You nearly tripped over his fuzzy body as he rolled over and yawned. 

  A little meow left his mouth as he opened his stunning green eyes. Looking up as if to say, Hello! I'm home~ 

  You bend down and pat his head, a cat smile on his face as his head leaned more into your touch. Oh, he was adorable… 

 You did have to go to work but maybe a day off was necessary. Testing the waters, you picked up the small cat. Well small to a human but looked pretty grown up for a cat. 

  Much to your surprise, he didn't fight or scratch, just laid back happily and purred lowly in content. That sealed the deal for you. You took him inside and he was yours from that day on. 

  Naming the cat Nicholas, he seemed to adjust quickly to the life of a house pet. Lounging around, eating everything and anything you would give him (although he preferred when you fed him what was on your plate), snuggling and cuddling with him whenever. 

  He also seemed to be an attentive listener. His ears picked up and twitched whenever you would speak. Even meowing or purring in response when you'd ask a question. 

  Regardless of the fact that he couldn't speak, he quickly became your best friend. You loved that feline and hoped he loved you too. 

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    Things were going great with Nicho until one day he started acting strange. First, it was all the extra attention seeking. Rubbing his head on your legs, chest, just about everywhere. He was always so close to you. He was a cuddly cat but not to this extent usually.  At first, you thought it just him becoming more affectionate. 

  But then he started rolling around, his backside was always up in that air and his tail swishing around. Then the smell- you started to notice the smell of his pee just everywhere. 

  Then the noise. The yowling was loud and it was late at night the first time it happened. Shooting up from your sleep, you held the squirming and screaming cat in your arms with tears in your eyes. 

   Was something wrong? What caused this massive pain? Did you do something wrong? 

  You rushed him to the nearest emergency vet hoping they could help. The hours in the waiting room were painful as you hoped your angel would be alright. 

  The vet greeted you with a smile upon returning from the exam and some tests. You were left confused. 

  After handing you Nicholas back, he seemed calmer which was a relief. The vet explained that nothing was wrong and that he was just in a rut. The weight that was lifted from your shoulders was tremendous. 

  Since the cycle had already started, the vet recommended sticking out this cycle and having him neutered when it was over. You agreed to set a date and headed home. 

  After setting Nicho down at home, you sighed in relief. Making sure he was comfortable in his cat bed next to yours before settling in. That was quite the rollercoaster but at least now you had an answer and could take care of your kitty better. 

   A light smile on your lips as the blanket you held tightly warmed your body and lulled you off to sleep.

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  As you woke up, things seemed strange. Like why were you so cold and yet hot in certain places- the usual meow of your cat to greet you was replaced with a low grunting sound and most obviously, the bed was moving. 

  The first thought was an earthquake or an aftershock of one but opening your eyes revealed something much different. The blanket was haphazardly tossed to the side, someone who had a pair of large yet delicate hands was holding your thighs together. 

  And that shaking? Just the effect of your thighs being used as a makeshift fleshlight or something- your eyes landed on the red tip of a cock every time it pushed through fully before pulling back out again. 

  The shock was the biggest thing on your mind. What the heck was happening? Who the hell was this? And why your thighs…

  But it was clear they were either desperate or inexperienced because the thrusts were sloppy and almost dejected. 

  It made something feel strange inside of you. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you parted your legs, leaving the mystery humper with no relief. 

  As you sat up, you looked down at him. Not really getting a good look at his face before he was already latched onto your leg and humping that, still to no relief. You could hear a whimper leave him as he struggled. 

  "Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" That finally got the (naked) man to look at you. Eyes teary and a familiar shade of green, messy practically black hair, and honestly a beautiful well-sculpted face. Plump lips hung loosely in surprise. 

  As you spoke, you noticed his ears twitch… his cat ears? And the erratic swishing tail should've been a big clue too. But being half awake wasn't helping you catch clues.

  His lips shook as his eyes never left yours. A range of emotions swirls through his eyes. From desperation, pleading, needy, and even a familiar softness of love. Somehow embarrassment wasn't on that list. 

  "I-I, Master please help me, please…" 

  Master?! Who was this guy?! You didn't accidentally summon a sex demon, right? 

  "I'm sorry what? Who are you talking to? And how did you get into my house!?" The whole time you were questioning him, it seemed he was half listening, more preoccupied with rutting against your leg. 

  You had to get him to stop moving so he could focus. He was too big for you to hold him down so you had to do the next best thing- grabbing his hair. 

  It was a pretty firm grip you had on him. He luckily stopped moving but a loud moan left his lips. Just what was up with this guy?! 

  "Hey! What's your problem?! Are you some type of pervert?" All your questions seemed to go over his head. Like he was barely there. Too overtaken by his need to just hump, or fuck, or whatever it was. 

   You sat up, tucking your legs underneath you so he couldn't touch them anymore. He whined loudly, thrashing a bit in frustration. "Master, please! I need- please help me-" 

  "Look look, I'll try to help you but you need to answer my questions. Can you do that?" That seemed to get through to him, giving you a quick nod of confirmation. 

  You sighed and let him sit up, handing him a spare pillow to cover himself. Although he barely seemed to mind his nudity. That and he looked close to fucking the pillow already. 

  "I'll try to keep it quick. Who are you? And why are you calling me Master?" 

  His eyes lit up, his tail swinging in a more organized pattern immediately. "I'm Nicholas! You're my Master, my owner! I don't know your name…"

  Nicholas…As in Nicholas your cat?! No way- the confusion was clear on your face was evident. But the longer you looked, the more it made sense. The same coat color in his ears and tail, his stunning green eyes, even the way his ears twitched as you spoke. 

  You have heard about hybrids, they were pretty common actually. But to have unknowingly adopted one was odd. Maybe he was just delusional or pulling your leg. 

  "How do I know you're telling the truth? Maybe you could tell me something only we would know." Since your cat was here with you every day, he should know something too if he was being honest. 

  'Nicholas' tapped at his chin in thought before perking up. "Oh! I know! Your favorite bedtime toy is the long pink one! You always make a lot of noise and go to sleep smiling after playtime." 

   You're silent for a minute before a burning hot blush spreads across your entire body. How have you never realized your cat was in the room while you masturbated?! Probably because he never stirred or made noise. Plus he was a small walking void- hiding was his best trick. 

  "O-okay fine! I believe you're Nicho…and you're a hybrid so don't you live amongst humans?" 

  He shook his head. "Not really. I did as a kid but it was just easier to be a cat as I got older." So that could explain why he didn't know what a dildo was- 

  And now it seemed to be coming together- pushing aside the fact that this man was kind of freeloading- he was still your precious feline. You just had to help. 

  Remembering last night made his behavior make sense. His rut was making him so needy and desperate. And he must've turned human after hearing the idea of neutering. "So I guess… what you need help with is your rut?" 

  He nodded, his hips jerking a bit. From your research, you recalled it involved his need to mate. That was an easy fix! 

  Resting your hand on his cheek, he rested his cheek into your palm like he loved to do. The feeling warmed your heart. "Okay, I'll help you. You're my precious kitty right?" 

  A loud purr echoed in the room. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, you told him to sit back against the headboard, tossing the pillow aside. 

  Now fully exposed, you could honestly admire his fit physique. From his face, broad shoulders, toned chest, and abs- and your eyes kept moving down to his thick and needy cock, even his balls were swollen and enlarged. His rut was in full swing.

  Clearly, you spent too long staring as he squirmed. His tail whipped around in need. "Master come on! You said you'd help!" His whiny tone and bratty demeanor made something inside you excited. 

  "I am helping kitty. But you should be nice to people who help you." Your hand grabbed the base of his cock, hard. Making him flinch but he still seemed grateful. Moaning at the warm contact as his hips moved slightly. 

  From a slight thrust back to the erratic jerking in frustration. This whole time, you hadn't moved your hand. Just held his cock as he fucked into it, still unable to get the pleasure he sought. 

   A string of whines and pleas left him as his lips trembled. His eyes were ready to spill fresh tears at his predicament. "Master! I can't do it, please help me, please, please it hurts!" 

  His cries didn't fall on deaf ears but it made you feel… good in a way. That's probably from the warm pooling from your core. But you shook the thought to focus. "Aww, you don't realize how cute you are Nicho. I'll help you. You always need Master to help you huh?" 

  He just nodded desperately and you placed a kiss on his burning tip. A squirm shook through him as his eyes closed. You did have to release him but pulled something out of your nightstand. Opening a package and flicking a switch before turning it off again quickly. 

  You spit into your hand and gripped his length once again. Stroking from base to tip slowly. Gliding your thumb over his slit and repeating the process numerous times and picking up speed. 

  As your hands worked, his whines of pain and pent-up need turned into pleasure. His head rested on the headboard as he took in the sweet sensation of your rhythm. 

   Once he seemed lost in the pleasure, you turned on the vibrator you had in your free hand. Placing it just below his length and resting on his balls. A yelp left his body at the new addition. 

  "What a pretty sound from a pretty kitty~" Your words made him purr. Well, a mix of a purr and a moan. And you loved it. Moving your hand faster and alternating the pressure of your grip. 

  Just like before, his hips started to move up to thrust into your hand. It was clear he was close, his face blushing, ears pulled back and a bit of precum already seeping out. 

  Keeping pace, you brought him closer and closer. A flurry of sounds left his needy body. Nicholas clearly didn't know how stunning he was here. How he would glow when he finally got to cum. Trembling, all the pretty sounds he would make, not to mention how much of a mess he would make. 

  So just as he was about to burst, you pulled back. Removing your hand and the vibrator and leaving him bare. Realizing he didn't get his relief was quite the sight. He pouted and wiggled around. 

   A lone tear streaked down his face. Fuck why was that beautiful? "Master? Why? I wanted to- I was so close!" 

  A sly smile grew on your lips as you kissed his tear, licking up and savoring the slightly salty flavor. "It's simple kitty, you didn't ask if you could cum." 

  "Ask to… cum?" His ears stood up curiously. "What is that? Please I want to know! I need to know!" 

  It was only fair you would teach him. By not explaining and edging him on three more times. Bringing him so close to orgasm before pulling away. 

  Leaving him breathless, tear-filled, and frustrated. Although you were satisfied with his vulnerable and desperate state, you also had a plan for this. 

  By this time, he had clearly learned what your point was as you stroked him in your hand once again. Adding your mouth to the mix. 

  Taking his whole cock into your mouth, you sucked him off like it was your last meal. Swirling your tongue around his length with every bob of the head. Your expert movement only makes his head start to spin. 

  His hands held you by your hair, thrusting his hips as hard as he could as he chased his orgasm. As if to trap you from denying him what he so desperately craved. 

  His voice wavered from low purring to high-pitched mewling and crying. His face was stained with tears as he sobbed. God this was so hot of him. Your lap kitty fucking your throat so eagerly. Although it was hard to breathe, spit covered your face and you even had tears of your own starting to run, you wouldn't change this. 

  You felt him twitch in your throat and knew he was close again. This time, he managed to make the magic words come out. "M-Master! Please… mm, please, wanna cum, wanna cum please!" 

  You couldn't say no after that, running your hand along his inner thigh you sped up the pace. Clenching your throat and mouth to give him that final push before pulling back, using your hand to continue to stroke him. 

  And in no time, he came. It was hard, it was messy, and damn did you love it. His back arched off the pillows they rested on as he let out a loud cry of pleasure. Words became incoherent and faded into moans and mewls, pleasure-filled whimpers as his body shook uncontrollably. 

  His hot white seed sprayed onto his stomach, chest, and legs. Not to mention your hands and some even landing on your thighs. He was so cute as he trembled, coming down from such an intense high. 

  You gladly stroked him through his orgasm, letting his body come down before removing your hand. His eyes fluttered open to see you take a lick of his cum off of your hand. Making him gasp. 

  If it wasn't his rut, he would be fine. But that already had him hardening again. How was he even withstanding this?! 

  Taking notice of his dick standing once again you giggled. "Already wanting more kitty? Gosh, aren't you just a slut."

  And even if he wanted to stop it, his head nodded obediently. Whatever his Master thought, clearly you knew what you were doing, even if he was frustrated at some points. 

   Holding your cum covered hand near his mouth, you smiled. "Go on kitty. Clean Master up from the mess you made." 

  Nicholas held your gaze before obeying. Taking your hand and starting to lick up his cum. Soft licks of his tongue worked to clean up his mess. It was precious and stirred something inside you. Unknown to you, as badly as you were teasing him it was only making you want him more. 

  Especially now as he licked and sucked on your fingers to clean you up. Once he was done, he looked at you with soft, pleasing eyes. The same type when he wanted treats or cuddles. The type that would make you bend over backward for him. 

  "Master, can I-..." Only his eyes shifted down your body and landed on your clothed cunt. You couldn't even be embarrassed by the wet stain you knew was there. 

  You gave him a nod and fumbled to remove your shirt. Exposing your chest to him. The room was already warm but your nipples were already hard. 

  Nicholas marveled at your chest, latching his lips onto your nipple without hesitation. A gasp left your lips and your back arched, pushing yourself closer to him. 

  Your hand ran through and tangled into his dark locks as his tongue swirled around and he nibbled on the hard nub. His free hand pinching and pulling at your other breast. Your moans made his ears wiggle in satisfaction. 

  Whether he was loving the praise or just following his gut, his hands moved down into your shorts as his lips moved up to your neck, biting down slightly to bruise the skin.

  His hand went into your underwear, one held onto your ass and the other snaked down and landed at your cunt. His fingers moved around curiously settling in your clit. Only clued in on it being a sweet spot by the shock that went through you. 

  Your mind quickly clouded as he worked your body so well. Probably more than he thought. "Master, do you like this? Am I doing good?" 

  Fuck. You let out a nod, feeling yourself melt into his touch. "Yes, yes keep going kitty." The tip of his tail wagged at the praise. 

   Nicholas kissed down your body reaching above your waistband. Teasing could wait- he practically tore your shorts apart along with your underwear at record speed. 

  His lips and tongue explored your folds with a curiosity and need to please. Tasting your juices and letting out a moan. This was better than anything he could've imagined. 

  Especially as sounds of pleasure kept coming out as his tongue moved around. Nicholas was honestly pretty clueless but after seeing you touch this spot so often, he knew it would make you feel good. 

  He especially focused his efforts on your clit before taking his finger and pushing it inside your soaking wet pussy. Pushing the digit in and out slowly elicits louder sounds of pleasure. 

  Your grip on his hair tightens as you grind your hips against his face. Covering from his nose to chin in your juices. He felt himself strain down below as well. Your sweet words, desperate actions, and lewd sounds egged him on. 

  "Ah, ah! Nicho, good kitty! Keep going!" He was going to listen, bring you to your peak but something made him stop. Just like how you denied him what he wanted so badly for a bit, he would do the same. 

  Sure it was petty. But the gasp of shock was worth it when he pulled away, halting your orgasm. Without a word, he sat next to you on the bed and placed a kiss on your cheek. "You didn't ask Master." 

  So that's how he wanted to play. Leaving you high and dry like that? "Since when did you get to do that? I thought I was the Master here."

  In a stereotypical cat way, he tilted his head and smiled. Almost like he could care less that you had asked him to do something. How could you let it slip from your mind that he was still a cat in some ways? 

  Almost in a snarky fashion, he laid back on the bed getting comfortable. A part of you wanted to snap but instead turned away. Did he really think he had the last laugh? You would just give it time and he would be crawling back to you. 

  Keeping the thought to yourself, you pet his hair and picked up your discarded clothes. Ruffling up his hair before heading to the bathroom. Let's see how long he lasts… 

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  You really debated going to work today. A part of you wanted to stay and watch as Nicho spiraled. The symptoms of his rut getting worse and worse until he was crying and groveling at your feet, begging for your help. 

  It would be amazing to see his eyes run with tears and his ears flattened as he rutted his hips pathetically against you, desperate to reach his orgasm. Maybe he would learn this lesson and not play with you when you were so close to completion. 

   You even decided to treat yourself (well you both but he didn't know), and got some food before heading home. A nice treat after the past 24 hours. And you purposely delayed getting home that night.

  The whiplash should've been more jarring for your scenario but it was just one of those silly little loopholes life throws at ya. One minute you have a cat, the next it's a sexy cat hybrid man… oh well!

  As you arrived home, you could already hear that familiar yowling sound from last night. And it brought a smile to your face. Good, hopefully, he was ready to submit like the good kitty he was. 

  Much to your surprise, you could hear him but not see him. Setting the food down in the kitchen, you followed the sound of his whining once again. 

  Ending up at your room, the sounds were the loudest. Along with a shuffling and the rustling of sheets. Without much fanfare, you pushed the door opened and were a bit shocked. 

  The little clothes you let Nicholas borrow earlier had been discarded, the room was stuffy and your box of toys had been opened. A low buzzing sound was heard and a bright pink piece was sticking out of him.  

  Well, you didn't expect him to have been so desperate to dig into your toys but it amazes you. Especially as you realized there were no stains showing his climax around. 

   You let out a chuckle as you approached him, sitting next to the needy cat hybrid. Only now did he realize you had arrived. He nuzzled his tear-stained face against your arm and dropped the vibrator in his hand. 

  "Master! You're back, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please help me!" 

  Resting your fingers under his chin, you made him look up at you. A triumphant smile gleamed across your features. "My, my what's this? Naughty kitty went into my stuff because you were so needy." 

  Whatever his rut was doing to him, made him react exactly how you wanted. His head nodded desperately with flattened ears. "Hmm, m'sorry- it hurts." 

  "Don't worry, I'll help you sweetheart, but you'll be good, right?" 

  "Promise! Promise I'll be good- wanna feel good again, please Master." Darnit, you can't say no to how precious he was being. 

  "Good, now lay back for me." Without hesitation, he detached himself from you and returned to his original position. Lying out on his back, hardened cock on full display. Oh, and your dildo still in him. 

  Deciding to remove your work clothes, you set them aside before sitting in between his open legs, noting his tail swaying in anticipation. 

  Fingers encircled his stretched hole before pulling the dildo out slightly and pushing it back in. A little groan fell from his lips as he shuttered. It moved in and out with ease, fueling your curiosity. 

  "Oh kitty, did you prep yourself? How would you even know how to use this?" Nicholas nodded slowly as you continued to pump the tool in him at a slow and consistent pace. 

  "Y-yes. Learned from you Master-" His voice melted into a purr as he spoke, enjoying the sensation more than he thought. 

  Ah. Right, he did watch me use these before- 

  Okay so at least you knew he was being safe… and learned it from you. And thankfully he didn't try sticking it in the other hole- That was another bridge you could cross when you got there. 

  As you continued to pleasure him, you couldn't help but play with his dick. It was obviously begging for some attention. If anything, it looked larger and swollen like he had used a cock ring. But no, it was just his rut fueling him. 

  A part of you wanted to tease him and make this last long and the other, just wanted you both messy and tired as soon as possible. 

  You went with the latter, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. Pushing further and further until he was all the way in your throat. Starting to move and keep a quick pace.

  His pleasurable cries didn't go unheard as you sped up, both your mouth and the toy inside of him. Alternating speeds to mess with him a little bit but remained consistent for the most part. 

  You didn't even bother making him ask this time, just letting him explode in your mouth. Most of his cum shot into your throat and flowed out from your mouth. Landing on his hips and onto your sheets. 

   "Wow, looks like you really did need me to help you feel good kitty. Really pathetic isn't it?" 

  He whimpered but nodded. "Yes, I need Master to help me. Make me feel good." Your hand ran through his hair as he spoke, almost like petting him. 

   " We're gonna try something new, are you ready to go ahead?" There wasn't much thought before he agreed. "Please Master." 

  Pulling the dildo out, he whined and rolled his hips wanting the contact to return. You set it aside on the nightstand. And kissed his neck to console his complaint.

  Taking off your underwear and tossing it aside, you crawled into his lap, bare cunt grinding his shaft. The feeling made him forget all about the toy already. Warm juices mixed with leftover cum as you smeared it around with your heat. 

  Your fingers were already playing with your clit as the other ran into his hair, pulling you both together in a heated kiss. Only now did you realize this is the first time you've kissed. 

  His lips were sweet but you couldn't really savor the moment. The kiss instantly escalated into a feverish makeout. And he was honestly better at reading these signs than you thought. 

  But even that couldn't last long as his hips bucked, craving your touch or embrace. And honestly, with how wet you were as well, he wouldn't need to wait long. 

  Taking his cock into your hand again, you pumped it a few times before detaching your lips. "Are you ready to feel good kitty?" He tried to say words but it came out more as a mix of a meow and moan. 

   You placed another, much slower kiss on his lips this time. "Use your words kitty~." He instantly burst into a string of 'yes' and nodded. 

  Wasting not another moment, you lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance, and sank onto him. 

  You nearly cursed as he stretched your hole, moaning as your warmth enveloped him. His hands shot to your hips to hold you still. Even with the use of your toys, you've never felt something like this. 

  After catching your breath, you sank lower and lower until he was completely inside you. Filling you whole and even making a little part of your tummy bulge out. 

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  

  His hips rolled as he sighed and squirmed, pushing himself in slightly deeper. You had to bite your tongue to not cry out so loudly. 

  In contrast, Nicholas was loud and holding nothing back. Moaning, whining and just anything fell from his mouth as his eyes shut tightly. 

  You kissed him again, swallowing up his sounds as you started to move your hips. Shaking from the sensation but starting to get comfortable. Finding a rhythm that left you both breathless. 

  His fingers dug into your hips as he drank this in. He felt incredible and only wanted more. 

  From just holding you steady, his hands wandered down to your ass and squeezed. Giving him more leverage as he started to thrust into you. His lips once again finding your nipples and sucking away at them. 

  So here you were, ready to make him quiver and melt at your actions, only to be the one pressing into him further as you grew closer to the edge. 

  And you could tell he felt it too. His face was buried in your bouncing chest as he breathed heavily into the soft flesh. Your legs wrapped around his hips, giving him more room to dig in deeper. 

  Your pussy soaked and coating him and the bed in your arousal. Hands playing with his soft ears as he started to stutter. 

  "M-Master, please I need-" 

  He couldn't even finish before you nodded. "Yes Nicho!-" You were sure there were more words on your mind but they disappeared. 

  Your orgasm snuck up on you as you shook on his cock. Holding on tightly as your lips parted in a moan. Not long after, you were filled with his hot seed in your cunt. 

  Heavy breathing filled the air mixed with pleasured incoherent words. Your mind and body were reeling and just when you thought you would be preparing to rest, Nicholas pulled out rather quickly. 

  Grabbing you by the hips and flipping your position so he was on top. Putting your legs over his shoulders as he kissed you deeply. 

  His tongue searched your mouth as he grinded against you. Brushing against your sensitive cunt with his still-hard cock before entering you in a quick motion. 

  The new position opened up new pleasure for you both. In no time, he was jerking his hips and building your orgasm again. The sound of slapping skin and overflowing juices only drove him further. 

  Your hands ran down his back, trying to get a good grip on him. He didn't stop his desperate moves. It didn't matter though, you already felt yourself getting tipsy for his cock only wanting more. 

  You've only heard of being cock drunk but now you get it. He was buried deep in your pussy, bulging out your tummy with every strong stroke and teasing every corner inside. You were lucky he didn't know dirty talk or else you'd be done for. 

  But he was still making your head and body spin, begging for him regardless. Now you found your hips being the ones jerking up to chase his cock. 

  You could only moan and try to ground yourself to hold out from orgasming too soon. But a well-placed kiss on your neck and squeeze of your boob and you came undone once again. 

  Nicholas pulled out, continuing to work at his cock before he came on your pussy, decorating your entrance in the white substance. 

 It was a beautiful sight for sure. One he couldn't resist. Spreading your legs and licking away. Pushing his tongue inside and tasting the inside of your fucked cunt. 

  A long moan left your lips as he continued to eat you out. This was so surprising. His actions show experience but his words don't. It was like his instinct took over and he just wanted to feel damn good. 

  And you were enjoying it too. Especially as he removed his lips and flipped you over so you laid on your stomach, pulling your hips up a bit before burying his cock inside once again. 

  Was he really not tired?! But you also get it- your body just wanted more of him even as your cunt ached. The ache faded once you were filled once again. His large hands dug into your hips as he started to move again.

  He tried to start off slow but it was quickly abandoned. His grunts and moans mixed with yours. And it was only now did you realize you had begun to cry. Your body was overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave you tears started to flow. 

  Just like you had done before, he kissed your tears, licking them up softly. A world of difference to his merciless thrusting. 

  "Does Master feel good?" 

  It took everything in you not to just utter swears or moans. "Very good kitty, so so good!" 

  You could almost hear him perk up in excitement. His chest pressed against your back as he kept thrusting. His arms wrapped around your body and held on tightly. 

  He started to nip and suck on your neck as a light whimper left him. "Hmm, Master… wanna breed you. Fill you up with my cum. Please Master please-" 

  He was pleading once again, and it only made you feel more inclined to agree. Not like you didn't already love this feeling of being full or possibly bred as his cum was inside your pussy already, constantly being fucked deeper inside you. 

  But something about him asking permission so sweetly this time stirred you to lose yourself deeper in the pleasure. "Yes kitty, please bred your Master~" 

  He didn't need the extra encouragement to make you feel more fucked out but with his thrusts getting stronger, he ended up pressing your whole body deep into the sheets. Chasing his high with an animalistic level of fever. 

  Any movement you tried to make was halted by his grip. But it didn't matter for long as the building tension in your stomach finally exploded. Your mind bursts with an ecstasy you've never felt before. 

  His teeth sinking into your sweet spot barely registered as his cock twitched while he pounded your quaking body. Filling you up once again with his cum. There was so much it began to leak out, but his hips still moved to push it back in. 

 Slowing down into sweet long strokes as you both came down from such intense highs. Nicholas kissed along your shoulders and the now fresh mark on your neck. His hips halted with him still buried deep but no longer moving. 

  You didn't mind though, after that experience, you didn't want him out of you for a while. Even if that large amount of mixed fluids now covered your sheets, you didn't want to move. 

  "Master is mine now. And mine alone." He purred and rubbed his face against yours as reality was still starting to clear up. You could only reach back and pet his hair in response.

   "I'm yours, and you're mine now kitty." Although you weren't 100% sure what that meant, it was sweet and felt real so you'd agree. 

  That's how the night faded off. The two of you joined together in an exhausted but satisfied state.  And the food on the table- cold and long forgotten.

[xbruised-peachx]

Mäuschen Ch 3.

Chapter three is ready! No smut this time, just plot!

Summary: Waking up, the nightmare of questioning continues... but takes an even worse turn than you could imagine. Word Count: 10,726 Tags: Angst, tension, violence, HUGE WARNING for noncon recording and blackmail 🔞+ STORY Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 4

AO3 linky! Translations at the end of the chapter (not as much foreign language this time but ya know)

Tag list- @xncasi @m99n @uwu-i-purple-you @quiziwizi @kitty-satan1 @xxgirlscoutcookiexx @rainydayfanfic @confuseddipshit @konig-breedme​

Awaking at an unknown time felt very odd to you. Most times when you awoke, you would instantly turn to pick up your phone from your bedside table, checking if you had time to sleep in or had already slept in too much. But now, all that was beside you was the dark, dingy concrete. It wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was all very real.

He was very real.

You peeled your eyes open more, seeing and hearing the fluorescent still as grating on your senses as normal. You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and scratching your ratty bed head. You tried stretching your now very cold limbs to try and get your blood flowing, as well as work out any cricks that came out while you were laying on the hard floor. You actually had to do quite a few just to feel normal, feel like you could possibly stand. But then remembering last night... you blushed thinking of it and thought it would be better to stretch your legs out more.

Once you finally felt confident in your body’s ability to function, you slowly got up onto your feet, pulling your comforter up to envelop you and preserve your warmth. As it wafted over your shoulders, you smelled it in the air again. That gunpowder smell, softly mixed pine and soil... as well as a lingering reminder of what you two did... Nothing could get your mind off it. Get your mind off him. ...But you loved it. You couldn’t help the soft smile that sprung on your cheeks as you thought of it all; his loving embrace, caring enough to give you a snack, the absolute bliss you two felt.

Speaking of the snack, you almost went to grab it yourself for your breakfast but... you hadn’t even fully checked your surroundings yet. You had no clue how late it was, if it was late, and if so, if they dropped off their own breakfast for you. You squinted as you tried to adjust to the bright light that hung above, shining on the table. When you did, you did see a small plate with two pieces of toast, uncovered but at least there was one little side of unbranded strawberry jam next to it. And as you approached the table, you noticed something else that startled you much more. A man, right across from the other side, just looking at you as he sat patiently. You jumped, clutching your chest where your heart was as you yelped, “Jesus fucking Christ!”

The man, dressed head to toe in digital green camo, looked up at you nonchalantly, his wrap around shades and mask fully obscuring his face. “My apologies, I did not want to wake you. But they had me bring your breakfast.” His voice was so deep, though he was talking at a normal volume, it boomed at its low frequency. Looking down at his sleeves, you saw a patch of the flag of South Korea, explaining his rather thick accent.

“...O-okay...” You stuttered out, looking at him in confusion as you tried to parse anything about his face. At least König had eyeholes, this guy was a complete blank slate. “Well... I don’t mean to come off as rude but... why are you still here? The last girl that dropped off my food just left as soon as she could.”

“I will also be helping with your interrogation today. It would be best if I stayed here, yes? And also, I’m sure you would like some company.”

You shrugged your shoulders, pulling out your chair to take your seat across from the man. The whole time, watching you behind his sunglasses. Sure, he was right, it was nice to have company at this time but... someone who just sat there, watching you sleep? How long had he been there? And even now he just kept staring at you, unmoving, you barely even saw his chest rise and fall to breathe. You opened up the jam, looking around for any sort of plastic knife. ...Of course they wouldn’t even give you the luxury of that. You tipped the little tub over, crinkling it to get it out on one piece, then using the edge of it to slice the glob in half, transferring it to the other piece. Using the back of it, you spread it as evenly as you could, then carefully licked it clean of the remnants, trying not to cut your tongue on the sharp edges of it. Picking up the piece, you noted how cold it was, but at least toast wasn’t that bad when it went cold. Unlike the baked potato you had last night. Taking your first bite, you looked up and weren’t surprised to see him, still staring, watching silently. For someone keeping you company he certainly was... here.

“So... What’s your name?” You said breaking the silence as you swallowed your food. “Or, I suppose what people call you.” You thought back to König, still unsure if that was just a nickname.

He let out a short laugh, looking to the side before turning back to you. “You can call me Horangi. Everyone else calls me that.”

You tilted your head to the side, looking at him confused as you took another bite. “Is that your actual name? Or would you prefer not to tell me like...” You trailed off, thinking of him, but not wanting to mention him. You felt if you mentioned him a lot, more suspicions would be raised about you two.

It seemed he didn’t notice your strange cut off, instead just answering your question. “Haha... no, it’s just a nickname. I was one of the younger people in my brigade, but since they respected me, they started calling me after the year I was born. Horangi, tiger.”

You nodded, trying to recall the Chinese zodiac. Though the animals came to you easier, recalling the actual years they applied to was different. Last you knew, we were still in the year of the tiger so... 24 years ago. He was 24 years old. You smiled slightly to yourself, proud of yourself being able to deduce it yourself. Taking another bite, he had gone back to just watching you. Well... at least you were putting some effort into being some company. You glanced around the room, avoiding his unfeeling gaze. You were sure he did have some sort of emotion at the time, even if it was just in reaction to being in his own head, thinking silently. You weren’t even sure if he could see you with those dark wrap around glasses.

You finished up your first piece and started on the next. Swallowing that first bite, you look back at him, who was still staring at you, but now had his hands on the table, fingers interlaced. You tilted your head slightly and decided to speak your mind. “You aren’t too talkative, huh?”

He let out a slight chuckle, his gaze finally breaking as he looked slightly off to the side. “Yeah... I tend to just stick to myself. Stay in my own head so to say. My apologies.”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking another bite. “It’s fine. Heh... I don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to people here. I know I don’t.”

He let out a bigger laugh that time, his gaze meeting yours again. “You are not wrong. There are some people here I can at least tolerate for missions. But your case is different. You have to start talking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, annoyance dripping from your voice as you repeated your words. “I’m trying, okay? They’re just asking questions about my dad and I don’t know anything.”

“I mean... that’s what anyone being questioned would say.” You could practically hear his eyebrow lift at you, doubting you with just his voice.

“And I am being honest.” You shrugged your hands at him over dramatically, like you were presenting yourself as your own form of innocence. He just chuckled again, shallowly shaking his head. You took another bite of your toast, just about finishing this last slice. “I’m doing everything as I’m told, because I do not want to be hurt. And yet I’m still treated like shit.”

He shrugged, making you slightly annoyed at his uncaring gesture. “They don’t care much for anyone, much less hostages like you.” The way his voice dropped, going more cold as he referred to you... You had to bite your tongue and avert your gaze as you glared at the ground. And here you thought he was actually going to be somewhat respectful of you, considering you actually made him laugh a bit.

Finishing your toast off, you pushed the plate to the side. He got up instantly and stiffly, quickly grabbing the plate and walking off to the door. You thought he was finally leaving but instead, he just left it by the empty side of the door. Turning on his heel, he started to walk back over. You looked down at the floor slightly, getting lost in thought as his harsh words lingered in your head. “What’s going to happen once they get all they can from me? ...When I’m no longer of use?”

His pace slowed considerably, looking down at you as he passed you. He even paused, just looking at your sadden posture for a moment before slowly returning to his seat. “I... am not sure. I’ve seen some hostages in my time here, but most times, they are military themselves. Not civilians. It’s... different releasing a fellow soldier back after we get the ransom as opposed to a civilian.”

“So you’re saying you don’t think they thought this through that well?”

You earned yourself another laugh from him. “You could say that. I think they’re just... very focused on the objective they have right now.”

Just as you were about to say something in response, the door behind you opened. You quickly looked behind to see who was entering, Horangi even poking around you, leaning to see. You wondered if he even knew what was really going to happen in terms of questioning, or if he was just backup. First you saw him... him duck under the frame of the door, putting his hand up to hold it as he passed. You smiled slightly to yourself, he seemed like he woke up today quite lighthearted. You were just happy they brought him in to question you again. The way you two talked... let your guards down in front of each other... you had only known each other a day at this point but you were sure he felt the same ease you did anytime you saw him, or even thought of him. But then someone else was hidden behind his large frame. That black balaclava, grey camo gear... the little creep contractor was back and soured your mood a bit. Three people interrogating you... this seemed... excessive. Though König was there for you, you had a really bad feeling about this.

The two of them continued in, König continuing forward and reaching the table while the contractor locked the door behind them. You looked up at König, who immediately couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Even with the bright light shining down and making it hard to see, you could barely make out his soft expression, even just feeling love and ease emanate from him. Though you both still felt slightly more at ease, it was clear you weren’t the only one who was feeling a bit more nervous about this situation, as his fingers started drumming on the table.

He broke his gaze from you, glancing over to his smaller, fellow contractor that was spinning his keys on his finger before putting them away in his pocket, all while making his way over to the table. “Good morning everyone!” He greeted everyone enthusiastically, ignoring the tension that lingered in the room. You glanced over to Horangi, wondering if he could feel it as well. Though the way his head was slightly tilted made you think he was just confused on why he was so enthusiastic. The silence hung in the air as neither of them responded, just looking at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes, gesturing for König to follow him as they went into the corner, both grabbing chairs for themselves. As he came back, he put his right next to Horangi. König followed after, about to set his chair next to his to the side of the table, but before the contractor even sat down, he started to correct him. “No, no, no. You can go ahead and sit on that side.” König looked down at him with much confusion as he pointed to the empty spot next to you, but did as he said, reluctantly tossing his chair to be next to you. You knew he didn’t want to sit next to you so you two could keep up the charade of not knowing each other. But with him being directed to do so... more red flags raised in your head. He looked at the little man, expecting another order, but instead he took a seat, looking up at König and gesturing to his seat. He did as such, sitting in the chair slowly, not breaking eye contact with the man sitting across from him. He spread his legs slightly as he seemed a bit big for the chair, his knees being a bit higher than his hips. He placed his hands on his knees, his left leg moving side to side slowly as he started drumming on it. His gaze looked determined, but he kept looking elsewhere. He was attempting to appear confident and cool, almost like he was trying to intimidate his fellow contractor, but inside his mind was screaming, in a constant flight or fight response as the silence hung in the air.

The man across returned the stare, but was able to hold much more confidently at König, only breaking it to glance at you. “I guess I’ll cut to the chase then,” his heavily accented voice cut through the silence as he took a big sigh. He put both his hands on the table, pushing himself up so he could loom over the table, for once being higher than König as he stared directly at him. “...Do you two take us for fools? Do you two really think a company like Kortac here, are a bunch of fucking idiots?!”

His stern voice immediately made your stomach sink as you shrunk back into your chair. You instantly glanced around the room, trying to avoid his glare as he shifted his gaze to look back and forth between you two. You looked to Horangi across from you, who seemed just as confused and befuddled by this development. Though you could not see his expression, you could see as he switched between looking at the man beside him, then to König, then back to the contractor with a slight head tilt. Looking over at König, you saw his chest rise as his breathing got heavier. His light drumming on his knee turned to a full grip on his camo cargo pants. And most surprising of all, though his face was full of fear, his eyes locked onto the accusatory man. “W-what are you trying to say?” He was truly trying to appear confident but the both of you were scared, confused on what was even going on right now.

“So you really think we’re stupid?” His head cocked to the side as he glared down at König. “You really think just because you can’t see a camera in here, we don't have any?” Instantly, you felt the color drop from your face, both of you glancing at each other at the same time, absolutely petrified. “You think a PMC, like Kortac, would not be able to invest in hidden cameras for our interrogation rooms? Heh... well, the tactic worked, you two thought it was safe. Safe enough to FUCK BEHIND OUR BACKS!”

He slammed his fist on the table, the loud noise plus his yelling startling you extremely. You pulled one of your knees up, keeping your foot on the chair as you sunk further back, trying to shield yourself as instantly you felt attacked. You looked over to König, though you were scared yourself, you instantly worried about him. He was as stiff as a board, not even his chest moving like he had forgotten to breathe. Instead, the grip on his leg got even tighter, his clothes crumpling as his knuckles were white. His gaze averted from the main interrogator to Horangi... who really just seemed to be a backup now, as he seemed surprised too. He had averted his gaze from you two and even from his fellow contractor to look at the floor, his hand up and holding where his mouth would be on his mask.

The silence hung in the air as tensions rose even more. “We saw it all. There is no denying it.” You felt your expression turn more horrified as the revelation dawned on you more. Though fear would normally wash any color from your face, the blood rushed to it as you were both scared and embarrassed. You mirrored Horangi, covering your mouth as it dawned on you more. “...I have to say, even though I am rightly pissed... König... you are the absolute last person I would expect to be able to pull a beauty li-”

His sentence was cut abruptly as König shot up out of his chair, the legs scraping against the concrete, grating to everyone's ears. His hands on the table, switching to gripping that hard as he loomed over his fellow contractor, challenging him directly. When he spoke, his voice was low but almost growling, striking a bit of fear even into you as you saw the way he glared down at him, eyes wide but pupils pinpricks. “Do not. Speak of her. Like. That.”

He wasn’t denying it... he wasn’t even trying to defend himself as he attempted to insult him... he was defending you, immediately. Through all the fear, as your heart raced, you felt it skip a beat in that moment. You looked up at him with care as his gaze did not break from him. You knew deep down inside, his heart was probably racing more than yours. But the fact that he chose to fight for you with his fight or flight response... you felt even more respect and trust in him.

The other man scoffed, looking up at him now. “Sit back down.” König did not break posture, continuing to hover over the man. “Now.” Completely ignoring his orders, he tilted his head slightly. The little move he does... like a hawk looking down at a rodent in a field. You weren’t even sure if he had blinked in a few moments. Just purely challenging him. “...Fine, you vysokiy ublyudok...” He puffed out his nose, speaking in what you assumed was his native language. Shaking his head, he didn’t sit down, instead just staring up at König. “At least you two aren’t putting up a stupid fight and denying it. Saves me from one annoyance at least. Because it is clear as day what I saw... had to sit through nearly two hours of...”

He shook his head again as he trailed off, more horror dawning on you as he was even correct about the time, how long it all was. “Y-you really... saw all...?” you softly and disjointedly asked, feeling more faint as this went on. You thought most of yesterday was a nightmare but this?

He darkly chuckled, shifting his gaze down to you. “That is what I said, is it not? Yes, I saw every little ‘intimate’ moment you two had. Every bit, every position, everything... Even audio. That’s why we had to review it anyway. Had to rewind but then we saw something that should have never happened in the first place. It’s good to know even though he acts big and tough, he's just as much of a whiney bitch in bed.”

“What is the point of all this?” König angrily spit at him, right as he finished his statement. “You caught us, were you expecting to interrogate us? But since you can’t do that now, you’re just taking some sick pleasure in humiliating us, like the fucking pervert you are.” His words cut through the air, and you could tell he was speaking through harshly gritted teeth as he called him out on being a pervert. He gripped the table even harder as his stare intensified.

He scoffed again, squinting as he looked up at the larger man and laughing slightly as he spoke. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you, the one who fucked our hostage. Don’t tell me you also did when you first kidnapped her...” König just stayed completely stiff, looking down at him and shaking his head slightly. The contractor’s face twisted into surprised amusement. “...You really did? Ha! You sick fucking bastard... getting with the hostage that puts out on the first man she see-”

He was cut off again, this time König snatched his wrist, holding it up so it was against his forearm. It caused him to be thrown off balance as he was still leaning on the table. König had to lean over more to counteract this, but could with ease due to his size, making sure he stayed on his feet. “What did I say?!” He growled what he said so loudly, it took you aback, practically coming out as a roar. He glared down at him even more intensely as he finally looked back up at him. “I ought to snap your arm like a fucking twig.”

He laughed exasperatedly, looking up at König with a strangely delighted expression. “Yeah, you should. Then we might be able to get your deviant ass out of this god damn company.”

König’s expression shifted to confusion, his grip loosening slightly, but just enough that his arm could actually be freed, snatching it back to himself. “What do you mean by that? Why aren’t they letting me go for this?”

Though he was still cringing from the pain, you saw his cheek turn up as he smirked under the mask. “No, they aren’t. You two still have a use. A very important use.”

“Spit it out already. I’ve had enough of you talking like you're better than us.”

His smile twisted even more, making a chill run down your spine. “I’m sure you know what blackmail is, yes? Originally we were going to just send your dad some lovely pictures of you in our facility, hoping that once he saw you, he would give up his location so he could save you. But you two... oh, you two provided something better than a photo could ever depict.”

It was as if time stopped. All your limbs felt cold as your blood itself ran cold. “...I-I’m gonna be sick.” You held a hand to your mouth both from shock and from genuinely feeling nauseated at the insinuation. He... They were thinking about blackmailing your dad with... security footage you had no clue about... of you... and him...

You felt so faint and mortified, you were stunned back to reality as you heard his big footstep slam on the ground. He had moved to the side of the table in one step, quickly grabbing the aggressor's uniform by the shoulders and picking him up with ease, lifting him nearly a foot off the ground so they could be eye to eye, but on his level. “You absolute sick fucks... Don’t tell me you’ve already sent it!”

“Hey! Hey! Put me down, idiot!” König did not, instead just glaring at him with much intensity. If looks could kill, this man would have been obliterated. He struggled, kicking his feet to try and loosen the grip, but soon realized that was futile. He looked back at the table, looking over to Horangi. He had been sitting silently this whole time, his hand near his mouth, watching all this unfold before him. “Horangi, help me out! You’re supposed to be my backup here.”

Snapping out of his stunlock, he looked up at the two of them. Looking at the contractor he just shook his head disappointedly, then looked over to König. “L-let’s put him down. I think he has more to say... and he isn’t going to reveal it when you’re threatening him.”

König broke his glare to glance at Horangi. The way he looked down at him, almost with a bit of contempt, it worried you he wouldn’t listen. Looking up at König yourself, you caught him glance at you a moment, seeing his expression soften instantly as he saw your worried but fearful face. Looking back at the contractor, he shook his head as his expression got intense again, before dropping him unceremoniously. He stumbled on his feet for a second from the fall and took a huge breath.

He instantly glared up at König. “You better sit in that fucking chair now, or I will not speak any further. I will let Kortac do the worst things to the both of you if you do not fucking listen! Got it?!” His voice was filled with pure fury as he aggressively pointed at the empty seat next to you. König looked at the chair, looking angry at it as well but then his gaze went up to you. You looked at him, pleading with just your eyes, gesturing with your head for him to sit down as well. You were just as disgusted as him at this revelation, if not, justifiably, you were way more disgusted by this. But you knew you both had to unfortunately comply to this, to play his sick, twisted game. He clearly had more he wanted to reveal but he wanted to make sure König was completely compliant before he did. His expression softened and he looked disappointed for a moment, before nodding slightly and hanging his head down as he sat down reluctantly. The contractor held his chin high, looking down at König with contempt as he sat looking up at him annoyed. “...Good boy.”

“Spit. It. Out.” König couldn’t hide his agitation at him as he spoke through gritted teeth again, having been tired of his smart comments since the very beginning.

“Keep your mouth shut and I will.” He crossed his arms, glaring at König, waiting for another interruption, but not getting it. “...So, we have the recording of you saved. We know any father would do anything to rescue his daughter from such a big, scary man. But also we know that must be soooo embarrassing for you two... even though you should have been embarrassed in the first place. That’s besides the point though, we aren’t evil here at Kortac so we are going to give you a simple choice.” You felt your stomach flip again. The idea of having to make a choice during all of this made your anxiety shoot up even more, and you hadn’t even heard the choices. “There are only two options, don’t worry. Option one is the tape, we get to send that to your dad and you, little miss, are freed from this room. You will still be at this facility but I’m sure someone can let you stay in their room...” He glanced over to König and gave him a slight wink, creeping you out even. “Option two is we don’t send the tape, saving you two from embarrassment, instead just sending him more... wholesome photos of you. But you will be under a 24/7 watch. Even if you need to go to the bathroom, we will send a woman in here to watch. And König will never set foot in this room again. He will be banned from even looking in the fucking window of this room.” 

Your stomach dropped even more, more dread and anxiety and horror setting in as the two options settled in your head. The fact that both of them were equally as awful in your mind... “You are truly one of the most disgusting, detestable groups I’ve come across in my life. And that is saying something...” He gripped the edge of the table, looking in pure fury as it looked like he was about to get up again. You quickly scooted your chair closer to him so you could lean over and grab one of his hands, startling him at the touch as you gently held it. He looked back at you, his expression stunned but soft, softening even more as you felt the tension in his hand relieved to your touch.

“König...” you said his name softly, looking into his eyes. His gaze averted as he got shy again, like a little kid being scolded. “It’s okay... I know and I agree this is absolutely fucking disgusting...” You trailed off slightly, glaring over at the contractor before looking back at him. “But, you need to calm down... or he’s...”

“If you don’t fucking listen to me, König, I will send that fucking tape out and I’ll make sure you never see her again.” He finished your statement for you, proving your point. König looked back at you, his expression sorrowful as he pulled his hand back and then interlaced his fingers with yours, drumming his fingers on your knuckles. He was so nervous, you could even feel small tremors in his hand. And the way his eyes looked at you... you badly wanted to hold him more, lift up that mask and kiss him, comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay... that you were going to be there for him... You were going to be there for him. The contractor rolled his eyes with a loud exasperated sigh, catching your attention as you noticed him leaning over to look at you two holding hands. “Absolute fucking freaks... stop it! Can you two fucking focus?”

König’s expression switched to annoyance again, looking at him with pure contempt as he slowly and reluctantly pulled his hand from yours. “...Okay? You have my attention.” He looked up at him expectantly, gesturing with his arms wide open, showing his open attention. He responded non-verbally, crossing his arms again and glaring at König’s smart comment. Clearly he didn’t like receiving them himself.

“Well... with that, you have your two choices. However... König, you get no say in this now.” He looked taken aback by that, seeming like he was about to speak before he was interrupted quickly. “You’ve pissed me off too much. Besides... I think it’s more appropriate Y/N gets to choose. After all, it’s her daddy who might have to see her sex tape... or might never meet her wannabe boyfriend.”

He paced slowly around the table to the side you were sitting on, just leaning on it and crossing his arms again, watching you with contempt as he left you in pure silence. Deafening silence. You alone had the choice here... and more anxiety bubbled up as you thought of it. You know König couldn’t help but still you looked over to him, hoping to find comfort in him. He gave you a very sympathetic and concerned look, wanting desperately to care for you, to fully comfort you. But you both knew even holding hands would have him giving you two shit. You found yourself looking at the floor after, feeling like this was all futile. You felt so hopeless, you felt tears start to well up again. Trying to fight them off you glanced up, meeting Horangi as you did. He was still sitting there, silently, his hands clasped and elbows on the table, letting his hands meet where his nose would be. His gaze seemed fixed at the table, not noticing you even had looked at him. Like he was lost in thought completely. 

Going back to the choices made tears start to well up again, anxiety taking over as you brought your hand to your mouth, lightly starting to nibble at your fingers as you were forced to mull over the possibilities. You started with that second option, where the tape never makes it out. Obviously, you wanted that. Who would want their dad to see such a moment? And last night you two... you didn’t want to even think about that. It was so rough but so passionate... The thought of your dad seeing you like that made you want to puke. But the consequence of him not seeing it... you would never see him again. You would be stuck here, for however long it took for someone to come rescue you or your dad to release the info, and maybe they would release you... no one to support you. You could barely last a few hours by yourself yesterday. The amount of elation you felt when you saw him after feeling so hopeless last night... The idea of never feeling that again, just being stuck in that hopeless, lonely feeling... for weeks on end. It made your anxiety spike even more... in all that misery you would never feel his comfort again; not his warm arms, not his soft lips, not even his beautiful voice... saying sweet things to you and making you feel so nice and loved inside. If your dad saw the tape... at least you’d have someone there for you. Someone to comfort you through all this. Sure... your dad would kill him once he saw him but... at least he’d be by your side... And at least you two might have a chance of making it out of here.

You paused, looking up and meeting the eyes of the contractor, who was still looking at you expectantly, but surprisingly patient as you mulled this all over in your mind. You opened your mouth to start to speak, but hesitated, looking down at the floor as you second guessed yourself. You were sure you wanted him... wanted him for support but, was it worth the cost? You heard the shuffle of clothes as a step was taken toward you. Grabbing your chin lightly, he made you look up at him, taking too much pleasure in having complete control over this situation and making you feel more nauseous. “What is it? You can spit it out...” his voice cooed at you. You tried looking over at  König, but his grip forced you to keep looking at him. Even then you could still feel it, the absolute daggers being pointed in your direction.

“I...” you stumbled on your words. Feeling your chest heavy made it hard to speak, tears starting to well up as you really had to vocalize your decision. You did your best to blink them away, meeting his gaze with the most determined face you could muster as your voice croaked out, “S-send it.”

Stunned silence hung in the room a moment before König finally cracked out, “W-what?” You heard the chair start to scoot out but quickly a glare was shot his way, the chair scooting back in slowly. “L-liebing, you don’t... I’m not that-”

“I can’t do this without you, König!” You shook and broke free from the grip, quickly looking over to him, unable to look at him without some tears breaking free as well. “I... I can’t be alone... I-I need you to be here for me... and at least you will be here when it gets sent.”

His eyes were telling a whole story. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the emotions he was feeling. Concern for you and your dad seeing it, fear of your dad seeing him, appreciation that you actually cared for him... love that you chose him. It was all so much that you even saw his big blue eyes start to get more shiny... was he about to cry himself? You quickly shot up out of your seat, jumping over to his lap to hug him tightly, ignoring as you heard the contractor attempt to scold you. He held you just as swiftly and tightly, burying his head in your shoulder as you gripped him as close as you could. You felt the tears burst out as you silently sobbed, just catching your breath as you burrowed your face in his shoulder as well, gripping tighter as your emotions got the better of you. You took a deep breath, lifting your head slowly to look at him. He felt your head lift so he went to meet your gaze. Through the dark lighting you were able to tell he had in fact been crying as well, his eyes turning more bloodshot and still looking wet.

“Please... I don’t want to be alone...”

“I’m not going to, mein Mäuschen...” his voice shook as he spoke, gently caressing your face as you spoke, his thumb wiping away the tears that stained your cheek. “I’m here for you... and I will always be.”

“How sweet...” His voice broke you two’s moment, sarcasm and disdain dripping from his voice. You both glanced back at him, both of you very annoyed by his interruptions. “Well, if that is your decision, I will have them send it as soon as they can to the appropriate channels. Horangi, do you have any additions?”

“Nope.” He spoke very swiftly and shot up out of his chair. His fellow contractor reached out in an attempt to stop him, but he just stared straight forward and marched at a quick pace out the door, slamming shut behind him loudly. It left you all confused. You wondered what went on through his head during all this, as it seemed like he didn’t know any of this was going to happen.

The contractor shook himself out of his stunned look and looked back to you two, sighing loudly. “Well... you two are free to go too, I guess. I have nothing else to say to you deviants.” As you got up from his lap, König quickly grasped your hand as you stood up, slowly getting up as well. “Oh, a couple ground rules for this deal too. She has to stay in your room the whole time. You must accompany her if she needs to go to the bathroom, if you need to go to the mess hall, take a shower. The only time she is to be left alone is if you are working. And if he is asleep or you need to go to the bathroom while he’s working, tough shit. We have a camera pointed at any dorm door so we will know if you leave by yourself. And guards outside will make sure you have no chance of escape. This little deal is a privilege, missy. If you break it, not only will your father know how much of a slut you are... you also will lose your little boyfriend.”

You felt his hand grip yours tighter slightly before letting go, stomping over to him quickly. You quickly shot to look at him, seeing him just as he grabbed his right arm, the same one that had held your face before. You couldn’t even see König’s face but you knew rage had taken him over as he held up his right hand, his other hand coming back and swiftly snapping his index finger the exact opposite way it was supposed to bend, twisting it along the way. He cried out in agony as his whole body winced, scrunching up as his knees started to give. “That is for ever fucking touching her...” his voice growled lowly, bending down to his height so he was right in his face. He grasped his ring finger and did the same thing, holding it as it snapped against the back of his hand. You cringed, looking away. Sure, you hated the guy too but this was... a bit much for you to see. “And that... is for not fucking listening to me when I said to not talk about her like that.” You glanced back hesitantly, seeing König throw his hand away in disgust as he quickly grabbed it himself, trying to soothe the pain. He didn’t let him get the relief too long though, grabbing him by his chin and forcing him to look up at him, mirroring the way he had grabbed you earlier. “If you put a hand on her again, I will make sure every last bone in your hand is mangled to be unrecognizable. If you speak negatively of her again, I will make it so they have to honorably discharge you... and you will be begging for fucking mercy from your mother and from God. I will make you regret even thinking about her... even breathing the same air as her, you degenerate.”

He quickly paced back over to you, trying not to make his footsteps as angry as he felt as to not scare you. Swiftly grabbing your hand again, he took a deep breath, giving your hand a tender squeeze as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Liebling...” His expression was just as soft and sweet as his voice sounded, though his voice still had hints of shaking behind it. Slowly, he guided you to the door, testing the handle and seeing it did remain unlocked. Pulling it open, he stopped in the doorway, looking back at the contractor, who was now sitting in a chair, holding his broken hand and still sucking breaths between his teeth. “Hey... you shut it in a door. Got it, Fetzenschädel?” You glanced back, trying to see his reaction, but only able to see as he lowly glared up before you were guided out.

You held the door so it wouldn’t slam too loud and kept up with König as much as you could, always remaining a little behind him. He kept his gaze to the floor as he turned the corners of the facility, and you felt his hand start to have light trembles as you continued further. You glanced around him, seeing what was ahead, or if there were any people ahead. You wondered if that’s what got him nervous... possibly being seen with you, especially right now. When you were supposed to be being interrogated, but instead you were walking down these people’s home facility, holding hands with the tall, intimidating masked man. You looked up at the ceiling, seeing some hallway splits were labeled as he turned down the “Dormitory” hall. You passed many doors, you both moving so fast you couldn’t even see the nameplates above the door numbers. He reached number 6, sure enough, his name was on the little placard above. He let go of your hand so he could fumble in his pockets for his keys, pulling them out and seeming almost comically small in his hands. Once it clicked open, he held the door open for you, looking at you softly as he gestured for you to walk in.

You immediately noticed how little there was, just the basics for him. A single bed that was sandwiched wall to wall almost. It wasn’t like a twin sized bed, you had seen plenty of those in your life, this one was a decent chunk longer. You wondered if it was custom made for him... if he was that well respected here. Or... if he was before you... You didn’t want to think of yourself like that and quickly brushed it aside. A long and short dresser was to your left, multiple vests on top were placed messily. And beside the dresser was an overflowing hamper, filled with athletic jackets, black and heather grey t-shirts, and cargo and sweatpants. To your right was a desk, many disorganized and loose papers covered it, as well as a small orange bottle in the far corner. On the other end, closer to the bed was a TV, small but flat screen, still seeming quite worn and dusty, angled to face the bed. And beside that was the bedside table, a lamp, a metal water bottle, a black alarm clock with red lettering, and a few books. All this furniture perfectly encompassed the rather cozy room, though you were sure to König it was very small for his size, though it seemed adequate to you.

You hear the door behind you click and you glanced, seeing König twist the lock and then finally look over to you. You could tell he smiled under his mask but then shut his eyes, taking a very large, shaky breath before starting to step forward. “I’m sorry, Mäuschen... if you could give me a moment...” He quickly stepped past you, heading for the bed and grabbing the pillow. He swiftly slammed it against his face and let out a loud but muffled yell, his hands gripping hard onto it as it lingered on longer than you realized any person would have the lung capacity for. You were startled by the sudden loud sound, despite it being muffled the best he could. But you also understood exactly why... he was just as frustrated as you were fully disgusted. He pulled the pillow from his face, still gripping it hard as he took a harsh breath in. “Diese Fetzenschädel! Absolut verfickte perverse Hurensöhne! Nach allem, was ich für sie getan habe... behandeln sie mich und meinen Liebling so?! Scheiße! SCHEIßE!!!”

He let out another frustrated groan, almost turning into a yell but it seemed he didn’t want to again, looking down at the pillow and throwing it to the headboard. He turned and threw himself to sit on the bed, leaning over, putting his head in his hands and gripping hard. You slowly walked over, not wanting to startle him when he was already on edge. You placed your hand on the bed first so he knew you were coming then slowly jumped up onto it. He quickly looked over to you, his eyes looking mad but softening as soon as he saw you, allowing you to see them start to well up with tears more. “...Why?” He lightly shook his head, laughing to himself as he shut his eyes. “Ich bin es nicht wert... Why, meine Maus?”

You took a big sigh, stopping to think for yourself before you spoke. You leaned up, gently cupping the side of his masked face, getting his harshly gripping hand out of the way and guiding him to look at you. He was still clearly fighting tears as he looked back at you. “König... I couldn’t stand the thought of being alone... I didn’t... I don’t want my dad to see that but... at least you’re here. You’re here right now... you can comfort me through this. With the other option I... I would’ve been stuck alone. No one could comfort me or help me. I’d just be stuck in isolation, waiting for someone to help me.”

His eyes just looked at you, shocked, stunned, but still tender. His focus started to shift, from your eyes to your mouth, switching quickly and subtly. “I... I just don’t understand...” His eyes started to shine more again as he focused on your eyes. “I don’t understand why you want me... Sacrificing that much just so...”

You cut him off as he trailed off, bringing your knees up and under you so you could be completely on the bed, and reach his height much easier so you could truly meet eye to eye. “Baby... I need you... I’ve been kidnapped and brought to a cold, heartless facility but you... you are my true hope right now. You’ve shown me kindness and passion through all this... The amount of happiness I felt yesterday when you walked through that door, hell, even when you walked through the door today! I... I feel so at ease with you... I feel like I can just talk with you for hours with how easy it is, and even that I can stop and enjoy your presence in silent moments... You are the only person I’ve felt like that for. You are the only person I have true hope for. No matter what... I’m stuck here... and if I am going to be stuck here, I want to be with you... my captor who has been sweet with me since the moment I first made him smile... my captor turned my savior...”

He just looked at you again, stunned into silence. Even his eyes were shaking, though they remained focused on you, you saw the little shakes of his iris. A moment passed, just sitting there in silence looking lovingly at each other as your words sunk in. He swiftly pulled one of his arms around your waist, putting his hand on the back of your shoulder as he pulled you in close, his other hand going up just as quickly to lift up his mask. You closed the gap just as quickly as you knew what he wanted... and you wanted it too, so, so badly. You lifted yourself up so you were just on your knees and shins, sitting up so, for once, you were slightly taller than him. With the gap closed, his other hand was free to also wrap around your waist, keeping you close as you slowly pulled your body around him, allowing your legs to straddle just around his waist and hips as he leaned back slightly. Clearly, he was enjoying this a lot, especially as he slightly hummed in the kiss. He pulled back, looking up at you, then down at your body, admiring the position, then back to you. His eyes were lust filled for a moment but immediately softened as he saw yours, the tears having dissipated now. “Mein Liebling, mein Schatz, mein Mäuschen, mein Ein und Alles...”

He quickly pulled his mask up again, and you had shut your eyes preparing to kiss just as fast, but you both heard it. A musical little knock at the door, rudely but unknowingly interrupting. König groaned and rolled his eyes, saying “Motherfucker...” under his breath. He looked back up at you, then gently patted your thighs, telling you non-verbally but just as reluctantly to get off him. You did as such, bouncing as you sat down normally on the bed, watching him as he walked over to the door. He really did make this room seem tiny. He opened the door a crack, leaning down as he peeked through. “...What is it?”

You heard that familiar, low voice distantly from the other side. “Well... first of all, I have to tell you we are working together today, just stocking the munitions. But also...” There was a pause, then his voice sounded more hushed. “Do you mind if I come in? I have to... talk.”

He paused too. You couldn’t tell his expression, you wondered if he was confused or if he was just lost in thought as he contemplated what was up. You saw him poke his head out slightly, looking around to both sides before holding the door open, his hand near the top of it. Sure enough, it was Horangi who entered, walking under König’s arm as he quickly scuttled in the room. König shut the door just as fast, crossing his arms and looking down at the man with an intimidating look.

“Alright, I want to start this by saying I had no idea what was going to happen in that room. I thought I was just going to be helping with the regular questions but... this is all a shock to me too.” His voice sounded genuinely worried. You couldn’t see where his eyes were looking though as he still wore his sunglasses.

“So that’s why you were so quiet the whole time...” König’s arms did not uncross, instead just continuing to look down at him with a slight head tilt and a raised eyebrow. “Or so you say... How can I trust you? How do I know you aren’t lying directly to my face, taking me... taking us for fools?”

You looked up to him with sympathy, understanding what he meant but... “Let’s just... hear him out, baby.” He looked over to you, slightly confused. But he seemed to let his guard down at least, uncrossing his arms and leaning on the dresser instead. “When we were in the room, he seemed just as uncomfortable with it all.”

“I was...” he chimed in, looking at you both before looking up at König. Though he was easily a foot taller than you, he still had to crane his neck quite a bit to meet his eyes. “First, them revealing they had it on tape and had watched it... then saying they want to send it?! All for a fucking location?! It’s fucked up and... I’m sorry you two are even having to go through this.”

You found yourself smiling a bit at his course language. He was clearly fluent but couldn’t kick his accent, combined with his deep voice, it at least helped break up the tension. König didn’t seem as amused though, continuing to look down at him, slightly rocking himself on his own arms supporting him. “You should show more sympathy to her. It’s her dad who’s gonna have to see our non-consensual sex tape.”

You found yourself feeling queasy at the reminder, but took a deep breath, trying to get it out of your head. You had to remind yourself you weren’t alone... this was part of the logic in your head, why you took this deal. You had him to comfort you now... you didn’t just have to take deep breaths. You stood up, right as Horangi glanced over to you, starting to speak as you made your way over to the dresser. “Right. Yes, I am... very sorry to you especially, Y/N. They shouldn’t have even considered this, let alone made you make such a fucked up choice.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged your shoulders, trying to brush it off as you hopped up onto the dresser, brushing some vests to the side as you did so you were right next to König’s arm. He looked down at you, quirking his brow but still, you could tell he was smiling as he looked at you. You nuzzled yourself into him, letting you wedge between his arm and chest, as he took the hint, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. Feeling the warm comfort from him, you shut your eyes to take it all in, just letting yourself feel it. Opening your eyes you brought your left hand up slowly to his shoulder so you could hold him as well. You both locked eyes with a loving gaze. “I’m as happy as I can be in this situation... because I at least have him to support me through it.”

You both just stopped, enjoying the moment... the silence not bothering you as you leaned up so you could get a closer look at his eyes. You wanted to kiss him again but you also just wanted to enjoy looking at those beautiful blue eyes. You could look at just them for hours you felt, but you remembered the other reason you didn’t want to kiss him, glancing over to the man to your left. He bashfully glanced at the floor a second before looking back at you two. Clearing his throat, he looked back up to König. “That’s, uh, also why I’m here... I want to help you with that.”

You looked up to him to see his reaction, seeing genuine confusion again as his thumb rubbed over your bicep. “Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“I want to get in... wipe their hard drives, snap the disks, whatever they have. I want to help you guys make sure that is never seen, especially by her father.”

“I...” you paused, choking on your words a moment as you were surprised by his sudden support. “W-while I want that obviously, don’t you think it might raise some suspicion? If they find out that it very specifically was our recording... they’ll definitely connect the dots and punish us.” You looked up at König, seeing him nod in agreement and then glancing to his fellow contractor, his fingers starting to drum as they caressed your arm.

“That’s what I’m thinking too. It’s just an idea for now but... I’m sure we could figure out something.” He paused, looking to the ground as he took a deep breath. “I... I feel bad that I didn’t do anything to help you two while I was in the room. I should've spoke up... should’ve helped you beat up that dumbass... So I’m helping you now. It’s what I would want too if I was in your situation.” He looked up to König as he finished his words, seeming to look up for approval. He looked back at him, seeming to want to remain stoic but you saw the way his eyes softened, smiling slightly. He took a moment, shutting his eyes and then nodding.

“...Okay, I’ll accept it. We can discuss it more in the armory... try and cover it up a bit as we go obviously. Don’t want to say it directly. We can also talk after dinner.”

You saw Horangi perk up cutely as he got the approval. “Alright!” He cleared his throat after saying it so enthusiastically, making you laugh in response. “R-right... I agree though we should head out... I’m sure they’re watching the cameras, especially yours. They’ll probably raise suspicion if we stay here any longer.”

“Ja...” He paused, looking down at you as he slowly pulled his arm away, pushing himself to get up from the table. “You said it’s just stocking today right?” He nodded, starting to walk backwards to the door but also keep an eye on you guys. “Okay... so I shouldn’t need my vest... should just be fine like this.” He was talking to himself, looking at his clothes he had on then back to the dresser, looking at the pile of vest behind you, then back to you. His eyes saddened a moment as he did, taking a step forward and putting his hands by the sides of you, leaning and keeping his face close to yours. He let out a sigh, “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon, mein Mäuschen...”

You smiled sympathetically at him. “It’s okay... I understand.” You both held eye contact for a moment, you pushed yourself up more and he leaned down more. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and he lifted his hand to the bottom of his mask. Both of you knew what you both wanted, and you gave it to each other, closing the gap and letting the world wash away in the moment of a little passionate goodbye kiss. In the back of your mind, you knew Horangi was still there, but you didn’t even care, just fully enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. You wanted to pull him closer, but you knew you had to let go. You understood but didn’t want it to end. Reluctantly you pulled back, slowly opening your eyes and seeing him do the same, pushing himself up from leaning over you.

He took a deep breath as he kept looking at you. “I’ll be back soon, mein Liebling... make yourself at home, baby...” You nodded, looking around him to the few activities in the room, figuring some way to entertain yourself for however long. He turned on his heel, walking over to meet Horangi at the door. You just watched, admiring his physique from behind as he walked away... getting a bit entranced by it, until you realized he was about out the door, and you remembered a thought you had while falling asleep last night.

You ran up, holding the door right as he had entered the hallway and as he was shutting it. You poked your head on the edge, really making sure you didn’t break the rules as you called out to him, “Hold on! König!”

He quickly turned around and lightly jogged to the door, concern and slight worry on his face as he scanned the hall. “What is it, baby?”

“Can you... while you're out possibly... ask one of the girls here if they have some extra clothes I could borrow for the time?”

Instantly his face looked surprised as he sheepishly shifted his gaze around, glancing down the hallway where Horangi was and avoiding your curious look. You could just tell his face was turning red under his mask. “I-I... I can try, Liebling... No promises on that though, I... W-we can talk about this after, okay? I can promise I can... eventually.” You looked down at your pajamas slightly disappointed, then back at him, whose face had turned sad as he looked down at them too. “I’m sorry... I just... I-It’ll probably be better if you come with me to do that. Okay?”

You nodded, putting your hand up to the door knob but then stopping a moment, right as he was about to turn again. “Wait, baby. One more thing?” He looked at you curiously, raising a brow but hearing you out. You gestured with your finger for him to come closer, and to lean down. He did as such, still remaining curious and cautious. You smiled and stood on your tiptoes, giving his clothed cheek a little peck before returning back down, watching for his reaction. His eyes widened a bit but quickly you saw the corners of his eyes turn up. “Have a good day.” You smiled softly at him as he leaned back up, his smile remaining and you could really tell he was blushing now. You had always wanted to do that. You giggled in the silence as he just looked down at you lovingly.

“Remember to lock the door, Mäuschen.”

“Okay.” You didn’t continue shutting the door, just staring up at him, not wanting him to leave but in the back of your mind, you knew you had to let him go. It seemed he didn’t want to either as he returned the loving stare. It jumped you a bit when he suddenly and quickly leaned down, pulling his mask up and giving you a quick peck on the lips. You felt yourself start to blush once he pulled back, looking at you with slightly lidded eyes.

“I really have to go,” he said with his voice hushed, his tone disappointed. “Goodbye, meine Liebe.”

He closed the door as you started to blush more. You clicked the lock shot but still his goodbye lingered in your head. Trying desperately to recall the German you knew, plus the context, plus other words he had said. Liebling was like darling... Liebe... My love. More blood rushed to your cheeks as you started smiling uncontrollably. He had called you other pet names before but this... this hit differently.

You took a big breath, a sigh of content as you made your way over to his bed, jumping up and laying face first into the pillow. You couldn’t wipe the excitement from your brain as you kicked your legs to relieve some of the extra energy you had. Lifting yourself up, you took another deep breath, turning to lounge on the big bed. Looking around the room, it set in that you were alone and had to find something to do. At least it was better than solitary confinement, you could borrow his books or watch TV. You thought about it a moment, turning and grabbing one of his books, reading the back synopsis of it. You thought it’d be nice if you’d save the TV watching for tonight, though you were sure at some point you’d need a break from reading. The idea of just being snuggled up in his arms tonight as you slowly dozed off... It brought another smile to your face as you opened the book. You thumbed to the first chapter, settling in as you were enveloped by the smell of him on his warm bed as you started reading his book.

Translations! Vysokiy ublyudok... (высокий ублюдок)- tall bastard (first bit of Russian ayyy) Fetzenschädel- (literally) Tattered skull (Austrian insult to say idiot) Diese Fetzenschädel! Absolut verfickte perverse Hurensöhne! Nach allem, was ich für sie getan habe... behandeln sie mich und meinen Liebling so?! Scheiße! SCHEIßE!!!- Those idiots! Absolutely fucking perverted sons of bitches! After everything I've done for them... that is how they treat me and my darling?! Fuck! Fuck!!! Ich bin es nicht wert- I'm not worth it Mein Ein und Alles- my everything

[starfxkr]

this is real crazy of me to say but i think we’re close enough for me to admit it friend

… i wanna ride jj’s gun. i need to see his face as his kitty loses herself on his weapon of all things. THERE IVE SAID IT !!!!!!

- 🪐

AND UR REALLLLLLLL i cant remember if i wrote this read it or dreamt it but i def recall there being something similar on my blog where he rubs it against her clit but riding it? oh she’s doing that 100%

it’s when be first steals it and he’s so goddamn giddy about it, showing her how to load and unload it and how to clean it. and he jokingly presses the “empty” barrel under chin saying, “you better be lucky i love you kitten, theres some real bad motherfuckers out there who’d hurt you.”

and there’s that mean glint in his eye— the one that doesn’t rear its ugly head often but when it does you feel it. he probably runs the barrel over your lips when you stick your tongue out to give it a tiny lick and he just slides it between your lips back and forth like its his dick. when he pushes it down your throat amkes you gag, his eyes are drawn to the very obvious wet patch growing on your panties.

“i could do whatever i want with you right now you know that.” it wasn’t a question. his eyes flicking up from between your legs as he pulls the gun from your mouth with a thin string of saliva connecting it to your lips, “i could fuck you with this right now and you couldn’t do a thing. ‘cuz you’re my little girl arent you”’

frantically you nod, pretty much gasping with arousal, “i’d let you do anything.”

“yea you would,” he pinches your cheek with a wild smile, “‘cuz my girls a real freak.”

you can’t help but smile back, biting your lip when he lifts your dress and slides your panties to the side with the barrel.

“you trust me dont you?” he presses the cool metal against your hot sticky flesh.

“maybe.”

he pulls away to adjust himself, laying against the headboard and positioning the weapon at crotch level with a smirk, “come ride it then.”

you practically crawl towards him, once you’re close you dip your head down to lick the faint traces of your cunt off it. the way he moans you’d think his actual dick was in your mouth.

grabbing the back of your neck he lifts you off and drags you up until your wet pussy is hovering over it.

“go on now, wanna see my pretty girl ride it.”

it was almost embarrassing how easily he got you to sink down on it, a faint purr in the back of your throat when he rubbed his thumb beneath your ear.

the feeling was indescribable, the dry coolness of the gun was a stark contrast to how hot and wet you were. it was dizzying and he knew it, panting cruel praises into your ear as you sped up.

“i got you so well trained you’re riding a fuckin gun kitten you know how sick that is right?”

you shook your head, digging your nails in the side of his neck in irritation, “shut up…m’not sick i just-just wanna make you feel good.”

jj just smirks and pulls out your right tit from your dress, rubbing a thumb over your nipple, “yeah whatever makes you feel better, can tell you’re about to cum all over papa’s brand new glock though.”

you shake your head again, ashamed at how your dripping.

“dont shake your head at me missy i know you,” he leans in and trails his nose against your jaw, “i can see your clit throbbing from here.”

he’s right— god you hate that he’s right because your clenching hard around the metal with a choked mewl, clit pulsing and mind going blank with the strength of it.

when you finally come to his lips on pressing soft kisses against your pulse point, feeling that contented purr rumbling in the the back of your throat. you’re relaxed enough for him to gingerly pull the gun out of your now tender pussy and he gives you a finger so you have something warm to clench around.

still, he brings the drenched barrel to your face, mockingly, “i’d say you christened this little baby perfectly.”

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i dont fricking know if u still do requests but can u do kitty cheshire x fem!reader fluff pls!!! go wild with it :33

Yes, requests are absolutely still open! I'm just a little slow in terms of consistently getting out content lolol. Hope you enjoy :D

Cold Nights, Warm Hearts

Pairing: Kitty Chesire x fem reader

Summary: Kitty pays you a visit one cold fall evening 

Content warning(s): none, just fluff

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“You snore so loud, it’s almost deafening, did you know that?”

You blinked a few times as you opened your eyes, trying to get them to adjust properly. The somewhat blurry outline of Kitty could be seen lounging on an armchair that was across the room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked through a yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you turn on a nearby lamp. Kitty hissed quietly in respose, squinting her eyes aggressively at the sudden bright ray of light coming at her.

“I was bored and decided to come bother you. Unfortunately for me, you were already in bed asleep.” She gave you a spiteful glare until you sighed and relented by turning the lamp back off. Kitty flicked her tail lightly in appreciation. “It was cold last night, you know. Cold out tonight, too.”

The sentences that slipped from her lips oh so casually meant a lot more than it might seem, and you knew that. Kitty wasn’t great with addressing her feelings, whether that be to other people or herself.

The few times that she was feeling sentimental she refused to be upfront about it, instead dropping sly offhand comments that were left up to you to interpret. This time around, it was her using the excuse of being cold as a way to (not so) subtly get closer to you, without having to say it outright.

“Really? I didn’t notice, I had the heater on all night.” You chuckle softly when you see Kitty’s frown, a clear sign that she knew you were on to her and wasn’t very happy about it.

“Well, goody for you,” she grumbled while rolling her eyes.

There was no way she was going to say her feelings out loud- not yet, anyway. If you wanted to move forward in this little flirtatious dance of yours, you’d have to be the one to make the first move.

You scootched over on the bed, making a spot for Kitty to lay down. “Alright then, come here.” You patted the spot beside you, gesturing for her to get closer.

“Oh, yeah? And why should I?” She taunted playfully.

“Well, I just thought you’d like to get warm, since you were just complaining out it being cold outside. But if you’d rather freeze…”

She let out an obnoxiously loud sigh. “Okay, whatever.”

With a large and cheeky grin, she disappeared from the chair she was on and reappeared next to you in a flash. Kitty pattycaked the blankets a few times before curling up and laying down next to you, almost like a normal cat would.

You smiled softly to yourself, more so when you hear faint purring sounds coming from her. “Goodnight, Kitty. Hope you’re able to get warm this way.”

With that, you pulled the covers up to your chin and sighed comfortably before drifting off to sleep yourself.

Fin ××

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A prompt for Jemima: learning a new song

Another months old prompt finally being filled! Thanks, anon~ I couldn’t think of a story when I first got this ask and only had this idea around mid-August, and worked on it very slowly to post for Halloween season. It takes some time to get to the actual prompt but I enjoyed writing this one ^^

(Note - this does not align with my actual headcanon that living people only hear Jemima sing the one specific song)

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She was sad to hear of Mary’s moving on. Despite the briefness of her interactions with most of the other ghosts, Jemima had been quite fond of Mary; she was kind and motherly, and back when they were all still adjusting to her presence at group events, she would often defend Jemima against some of the crueler comments made, at least after Mary herself had warmed up to her. When Humphrey told her she was gone, she had huddled up in her pantry for days, the first time she’d done so in the last couple of years.

She had come to terms with the loss now, as had the others. And as much as they all missed her, now that they needn’t worry about frightening her, it opened up some new options at Film Club. According to Alison, at least.

Jemima didn’t always join the other ghosts for Film Club; the films they watched often weren’t especially child-friendly, and she wasn’t always interested in the ones that were. However, when October came around, Alison insisted that she come along.

Humphrey came to collect her, along with Pat. Jemima quite liked Pat, if she was honest, and she was glad to see him, even if it didn’t show on her face.

“Jemima!” Humphrey grinned when he saw her, “It seems you’ve been invited to Film Club tonight, Alison’s picked something special seeing as it’s almost Halloween. She’s quite excited about it, actually. Been wanting to show us this one for a while.”

“Why hasn’t she?”

Both men cringed slightly. Pat decided to explain.

“For Mary’s sake, she said. Apparently it’s about witches.”

“Oh,” was all she said in reply before taking Humphrey’s head from Pat and leading the way upstairs.

They joined the others already congregating around the TV. Jemima took her usual place sitting cross-legged on the floor, in front of Kitty this time, briefly handing Humphrey’s head over to Pat so she could get comfortable before taking him back and placing him in her lap. Mike entered then with a bowl of popcorn and Alison directed him to the empty spot beside her. The film began.

Hocus Pocus.

The opening scene - a little girl about her age drained of life by the three sister witches - both intrigued and frightened her, and she pulled Humphrey’s head close to her chest. He gently reassured her it was only a film, and she simply nodded once, and hummed the little song one of the witches had sung to herself.

There was another little girl, named Dani, who Jemima quickly decided was one of her favourite characters, and whenever she teased her brother for his feelings towards the older girl, Allison, Jemima shot Thomas a pointed look. He pretended not to notice, but the way he turned his head, propping his elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his chin in his hand as he crossed his legs, only served to make him look more awkward. Jemima bit back a smile.

Billy, at first, also frightened her, but she soon warmed up to him, especially when he lost his head. She again held her papa closer, her lips brushing his hair.

When Binx the cat was run over, Jemima tensed up, hearing a few gasps behind her; in particular, from Kitty, Pat and Lady Button, but all heaved a sigh of relief when he was revived.

And when the witch called Sarah sang her song once again, Jemima’s eyes were locked, unblinking, on the screen. Humphrey, of course, noticed and chuckled.

“Well, Jem,” he whispered, “I’m afraid you’d be done for if this were real. Lured you right in.”

She only smiled, and sang along as the song continued:

“The time’s come to play, here in my garden of magic…”

Mike suddenly sat up, looking around in confusion, then stared at Alison, who stared right back.

“Was that…” he frowned, “… Jemima?”

“You heard her?”

The ghosts, apart from Humphrey and Jemima herself, all started muttering amongst themselves as Mike and Alison continued.

“… That is what she does, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought it was only with Ring Around The Rosies, wasn’t it?” Alison glanced over to Jemima.

As did everyone else.

Jemima stared back at them, suddenly shy.

“… I never tried any other songs before…” she said in a small voice, “Not around the living.”

Alison relayed this to Mike, and he nodded.

“Huh. Well, that’s a new discovery.”

They all settled down again soon after that, but Jemima’s attention was now divided, as was Alison’s.

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By the time the 31st came around, half of the household was nearly sick of hearing Come Little Children multiple times a day (although only Julian ever dared to complain in Jemima’s presence). Kitty, always up for a sing-along, would often join in.

It gave Alison an idea.

She and Mike decorated the front of the house ready for trick-or-treaters to arrive; Button House was so distanced from the village nearby that they didn’t often get visitors on Halloween but this year, they wanted to give Jemima an audience. Alison made two rustic-looking signs to hang on the front gate: “Trick-or-treaters welcome!” with an arrow pointing towards the house, and “Beware of ghosts!”.

As the first group of children came up the drive, a single adult a few steps behind them, Jemima watched from nearby, clutching Humphrey’s head.

“Ready?” he asked.

There was an anxious pause before she answered, “I don’t want them to be scared of me.”

“Oh, Jem,” Humphrey said softly, “Scaring is what makes Halloween fun, isn’t it? It’s all just pretend, remember. They’re expecting to be scared a little bit. And they’ll probably know the song.”

She took a deep breath and began to move toward the group.

“Come little children-”

The little boy and girl closest to her both jumped and squealed and Jemima stopped, worried.

“Keep going,” Humphrey whispered.

“I’ll take thee away,” she sang, following them as they kept walking, “Into a land of enchantment…”

She heard one of the children saying “It’s Hocus Pocus!” and smiled, growing more confident. She raised her voice ever so slightly, moving around between them now.

“Come little children, the time’s come to play, here in my garden of magic…”

She was leading them towards the door where Alison was waiting in a witch costume with a bowl of sweets and as they approached, she winked at Jemima.

By the end of the night, Humphrey was watching Jemima from his new vantage point on the small table Alison had brought outside as she drifted and danced about in amongst the trick-or-treaters, singing to them all the while, as they continued squealing in both fear and delight.

[punsmaster69]

31/OCT/20XX

"Uhh.. Papyrus?"

"YES?"

"Why are you in full costume already? Trick-or-treating doesn't start for another two hours."

"BECAUSE!!"

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS PREPARED!.. AND,"

"..IT DIDN'T TAKE AS LONG TO PUT ON AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD."

"Well, you look absolutely GORGEOUS, if I do say so myself."

mettaton looked over papyrus' outfit.

"Maybe you should do an all-pink rebrand! It really works on you."

"I don't need TWO of you running around!! One is enough!"

"... You're right, Undyne."

"There is only one one person that can be as fabulous as I, and that's ME!"

"More like as ANNOYING as you!"

papyrus' costume of mettaton was a faithful recreation of his (non-rectangular) form.

and mettaton's... a very pink papyrus.

pink scarf, pink boots (now with heels), pink gloves..

but, other than the palette change, was actually pretty accurate.

——

alphys helped undyne finish tying up her hair into two ponytails.

mettaton completed the cat makeup on frisk's face.

tori put on her witch hat, and looked really pr

cool.

she adjusted the leaves of my pumpkin ensemble.

"There we go! A perfect little pumpkin."

wheels squeaked beside me.

"A WAGON TO CARRY IT IN!"

"..the whole time?"

"PREFERABLY."

"...ok."

"Has everyone got their baskets?"

they all raised their baskets.

"Then, I think we are ready!"

so out the door and to the streets we went.

undyne lead the charge, alphys and mettaton not far behind.

papyrus, who would normally be in the front with undyne, lagged farther back this time, next to toriel.

tori drug the wagon i was in.

frisk hung out alongside me, flowey in arms.

——

a look at me, a look at flowey.

at me, at flowey.

at me..

"Here. Take this."

"ok."

"WH-"

"NO! I don't agree to this!!"

"Sorry man, but I either carry your candy bucket or I carry you."

"Both is getting kinda heavy."

"...Fine, hand me to that idiot instead! Just don't let him have my candy!!"

"not gonna eat it, y'know."

"Like I'm gonna believe that for a second!"

i swapped them his bucket for the flower himself.

"ok. whatever you say."

——

"Why couldn't Papyrus carry me instead, like last year?"

"want him to have 𝗳𝘂𝗻."

"....."

"I'm fun."

"fun if you like shouting matches."

"You just annoy me all the time! I talk quiet, too."

"really?"

"maybe you should show me how quiet you can be."

"for the rest of the night."

"NO!!!!!"

"worth a shot."

"Besides, I'll have you know that Papyrus DOES like shouting matches!"

"Papyrus yells all the time!"

"........"

"He's been quieter though, lately."

"....."

"..Ha. What? You think you're the cause of it or something? Don't get ahead of yourself!"

papyrus snuck a look back at me like he has been all night. clearly surprised to see me and flowey looking at him as well, he gave a small wave.

"........"

"i wish i wasn't, same as you."

"Everyone just needs to stop caring so much. It'd make everything a billion times easier!"

"agreed."

frisk gave us a funny look.

"What's even the point, if you don't care?"

"I 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 care."

"easier to get through stuff."

"That's dumb."

"How?"

"The point of life is caring about things."

"Well MY life is just fine without caring, thank you very much."

"Really?"

they took a candy from flowey's bucket and handed it to me.

"WHAT are you DOING?!"

"Give me that!"

"You sure do seem to care now."

"W-"

"Whatever! Just give that back!!"

he shouted, snatching his candy from my hand.

——

"Flower cat."

"Cat flower."

"Tiny cat.."

"...Pet the kitty."

flowey hissed at frisk's approaching hand.

"wow. you really 𝗮𝗿𝗲 like a cat."

"Shut up, gordo!"

"...What are you two laughing at?!"

"nice one."

"What?"

"gourd-o."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵??"

" 'Cuz pumpkin."

"….........."

"You know what'd be REAL funny?"

"If I carved you, and turned you into-"

toriel glanced over her shoulder at flowey and i, and he wiped the evil grin off his face immediately.

"Golly! I'm having SO much fun trick-or-treating with everyone."

("He's having SO much fun!")

frisk whispered, repeating flowey in a mocking tone.

he gave me and frisk the stink eye as soon as tori looked away.

....

we're getting along.

——

"..somethin' wrong, undyne? what's all the brow furrowing for?"

"Why are so many humans going as skeletons??"

"BECAUSE WE SKELETONS ARE COOL!"

"But why NAKED ones?!"

"THAT... I DON'T KNOW."

"FRISK, WHY DO HUMANS DRESS UP AS NAKED SKELETONS?"

"Dunno. Maybe the thought is if you remove the flesh, the clothes come with it..?"

"BUT WE WEAR CLOTHES, TOO!!"

"i'm sure there's some skeleton nudists."

"I GUESS.."

——

"Isn't it kinda weird for a human to dress up as a skeleton, anyway? I mean, they ALREADY have skeletons INSIDE their bodies!!"

"THEY'RE SIMPLY HONORING THEIR ANCESTORS!"

"Ancestors?"

"HUMANS DESCENDED FROM SKELETONS, RIGHT?"

"....."

"Frisk, did humans descend from skeletons?"

"Uhhhh.."

"Probably."

"SEE?"

"Huh."

"Doesn't that make you guys, like, super old..?"

"NO!! IT DOES NOT!!!"

"nearing a millennium in age, myself."

"ANCESTORS DOESN'T MEAN 𝗪𝗘'𝗥𝗘 THE OLD ONES."

"IT'S GENERATIONAL, OR SOMETHING. LIKE.. IF YOU WERE TO GO BACK TO THE PARENTS OF OUR PARENTS OF OUR PARENTS A COUPLE TIMES, YOU'D PROBABLY FIND THE ORIGINAL SKELETON."

"You guys don't even have parents, though??"

"And where did the original skeleton evolve from-"

frisk interrupted.

"Stop. My brain hurts."

"AGREED."

——

grillby was handing out candy too, so of course we stopped by.

after everyone got their candy, i wanted to hang back and chat with him for a bit.

"THEN I'LL HANG BACK AS WELL."

"Grillby will keep an eye on him, Papyrus."

"i'm in good hands with grillbs."

grillby did a thumbs-up.

"..ALRIGHT. JUST DON'T BE TOO LONG."

"i'll catch right up."

——

"you really did up the joint. looks good."

"......."

"...?"

"yeah, i know i don't normally dress up."

"but.. couldn't really say no to tori."

"......"

"he's doing well."

"....?"

"oh, that."

"i.. had some health stuff going on. it's kinda put him on edge."

"i'm ok though."

"......"

"tori..?"

"......?"

"n-no. not dating."

"...?"

"no 'yet'. not at all."

"....."

"not you, too.."

"......"

"a new face?"

"..i always look the same, grillbs."

"...."

"........."

"you're the first to not pry."

"....."

"you can't 'see it from my face anyway', i'm totally poker-faced."

"......"

"pffft."

"ok mr. dealer man, go ahead."

"........"

"wow. you need to get a new job, 'cuz you're reading these cards wrong."

"...."

"..enough about me, anyway. how's everything been with you?"

"............"

"sounds good."

"i'll come try it sometime."

"......"

"they've been missing me that bad, huh?"

"...."

"maybe. been busy, you know?"

"....."

"..only slightly related to her."

"...?"

"i'd rather not talk about it tonight."

"........"

"sure. when i come by again, i'll tell you about everything."

"..."

"......"

"..you're probably right."

"seeya grillbs. happy halloween."

"......."

".....happy halloween."

——

"I take it you had a lot of catching up to do with Grillby, then?"

flowey looked incredulous.

"How?!"

"how what?"

"He doesn't SAY anything!"

frisk interjected proudly.

"Grillby said something to me once!"

"What did he say??"

"He said, 'thanks'."

"Basically NOTHING still!"

"you just have to learn his way of communicating."

"HE'S QUITE AN INTERESTING GUY WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HIM!"

"You too?!"

looking between me and papyrus, frisk seemed confused.

"Is there some kind of secret fire-to-skeleton communication system?"

"NO...? I DON'T THINK SO."

"Then why are you two the only ones able to understand him all the time??"

papyrus shrugged, so frisk looked to me.

i also shrugged.

"Sans, will you get back in the wagon already?!"

"Let's GO, punks!!! We've still got some trick-or-treating to do!!"

——

as much as tori wanted to just walk past asgore's place, he was giving out full-sized candy bars.

she refused to set foot on even just the pathway leading to his (semi-decorated) house.

"what did ol' fluffybuns do, anyway?"

"...Let's just say that there is a reason I left that cretin long ago."

.........

the whole

'sharing a last name but not being related' thing..

makes a lot more sense now.

definitely.. should have pieced that together sooner.

never really thought about who the ex-queen actually was, i guess.

........

sorry, asgore.

——

"Last ones of the night! Let's make 'em count!!"

"ok. start with one, then go to two.."

"NOT LIKE THAT!"

"..FRISK? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"Tired of walking.."

"WE'RE ALMOST DONE!"

"you can get in the wagon instead if you want."

"NO! YOU NEED TO BE THERE, WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, SINCE YOU WON'T LET ME CARRY YOU."

"I COULD CARRY 𝗬𝗢𝗨 THE REST OF THE WAY INSTEAD, FRISK?"

"I-I'm good..."

"Why is it always Papyrus offering to carry people?! I could lift all of you nerds at ONCE! Let me carry someone!!"

"Sans, come here!"

"NO?!"

"Why not?? I'm super safe!"

"SAFE, IN TERMS OF OUTSIDE FORCES, BUT YOUR METHODS ARE A BIT..."

"U-UNSAFE."

"Frisk, can I-"

"Let us all just.. walk. We are nearly done, are we not?"

——

"...Why do you keep wincing?"

"wincing how?"

"Like you're in pain or something."

"dunno what you're talking about."

"You keep doing it! I SAW it!!"

"you're just hallucinating things, i think."

"....."

"Fine, whatever. Suffer. See if I care."

——

as soon as we got to our house, frisk threw off their costume onesie and laid face-down on the floor.

"exhausted, kiddo?"

i laid down on the floor beside them.

"yeah, me too."

flowey paused mid candy-bar opening.

"You didn't even WALK."

"How are YOU tired??"

"hey, being a pumpkin's real hard work."

"HOW-"

"Whatever. I have candy, and you don't, therefore I don't care."

"ok."

"And it's SOOO tasty."

"cool."

"And you don't get ANY!!"

"ok."

he looked irritated by my lack of interesting responses. instead of continuing to fight, flowey resumed digging into his candy.

picking out the chocolates first, he definitely has a favorite.

i'll keep that in mind.

for the next time i wanna shut him up, you know.

——

"AND SO, THE FABULOUS METTA-RUS DISSAPEARS.. AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS RETURNS!"

"welcome back."

"HELLO. WHY ARE YOU TWO ON THE FLOOR?"

"AND WHY HAVEN'T YOU CHANGED OUT OF YOUR COSTUME YET?!"

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR, AT LEAST GO PUT ON NORMAL CLOTHES."

tori peeked out from the open bathroom, where everyone who wore makeup was removing it now.

"Aww. I will miss my little pumpkin.."

"Will I see him again next year?"

"wouldn't count on it."

"Then will it be someone else I see?"

"maybe. probably just some lazy skeleton, though."

"Ah, a favorite of mine!"

"Sorry to interrupt your little thing here, Toriel-darling.."

"Unless you're going for a bold two-faced look, you might want to come wipe the rest of that eyeshadow off."

"..Right."

"....."

flowey glared at me for the i've-lost-counth time.

"A 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 favorite of 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

frisk lazily swung their hand at flowey's face without looking.

something reminiscent of a "shut up, dude" came muffled from the area of floor their face was planted onto.

he slapped their hand away with a vine and rolled his eyes.

——

undyne sat, back on the floor, with these.. carbonated sugar-rock things (surface candy is weird) popping in her mouth.

"I feel like one of those fancy fountains."

"HERE, TRY THE BLUE ONES!"

papyrus already gave his to undyne, since these things are saliva activated, therefore they don't really work for skeletons.

"WOWIE!! IT REALLY MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE ONE!!!"

frisk stared, with a weird look on their face.

"...Lemme try that."

"It IS like a fountain!!"

"Right?!"

"In all my years of dumb-assery.."

"I can't believe I never thought of doing THIS."

"whoa. do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Do YOU kiss my mother with that mouth?"

flowey snapped at frisk,

"NO."

then at me.

"Don't even THINK about it."

"ok."

——

"Sans."

frisk turned to me on the floor.

"Does your mouth open?"

"nope."

"Damn."

"...really abusing that tori isn't in here right now, huh?"

"I never get to Freaking swear."

"pfffft."

"that one's too much for you?"

"......"

"aren't you a bit young for all this big language?"

"Flowey does it."

"Don't throw ME under the bus!!"

"Besides, he knew that."

"Why does he get to?"

"he-"

"This trashbag has no jurisdiction over me!!"

"I can say whatever the f-"

"Whatever the-"

"......."

"Whatever the HELL I want!"

"i'm gonna tell tori you've got a big ol' potty mouth."

"D-don't!"

"or maybe i'll just ground you myself."

"You can't even do that!"

"Sans."

"yeah, kiddo?"

"You know what you sound like, saying that?"

"....."

"do i wanna hear this?"

"Like a dad."

".........."

"..Wow! That really shut him up!"

"YOU shut up, Flowey."

"Hey?!"

"What did I do??"

they sat up.

"What did SANS do???"

"He's an insufferable trashbag!"

"thanks."

"But WHY do you hate him?!"

"When did YOU become number one trashbag defender?!"

"When I realized I liked the idea of having-"

"AGH-"

flowey shot a pellet at their face.

"FLOWEY, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!"

"What is going on in here?"

tori, stern look in her face, stood in the doorway.

——

"If you cannot get along, then I will take you both home early."

"Sans will let me know if anything else happens."

"i will?"

"Please."

"..ok."

"Be good, will you not?"

"Sorry, mom."

".....Sorry."

toriel returned to the kitchen.

she's in there making some green drink with everyone else. a recipe she found, i think.

frisk and flowey sat in an awkward silence.

"...what'd you say you realized?"

"Nothing."

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥."

"......."

"Heyy, Flowey..."

"..What?"

"My favorite sibling-plant-thing.."

"You'll trade me this, right?"

they grabbed one of flowey's candies and traded it for an objectively worse, chalky one.

"NO-"

"Hey, we're supposed to not fight."

"......"

"you're totally rippin' him off, kid."

"That's what I'm-"

"Wait."

"Why are you on my side for this??"

"i know a bad deal when i see one."

"But you shouldn't give a shit!"

"why not?"

"You should HATE ME!"

"..why?"

"B..because I treat you TERRIBLY."

"You- you should-"

"Hate me."

"Wish the worst upon me."

"Hope I choke."

"Want me to-"

"but, you're just a kid."

"......"

"and i know there's good in there somewhere."

"even if you hate it."

"....Facts."

"Frisk."

"That was cheesy as hell."

"I'm gonna- cheese your hell if you don't shut your trap."

"What does that MEAN-"

"Wait, you still haven't traded me back! Give it!"

".....Say please."

"It's MINE."

"Say please."

flowey looked at me, like i was gonna do something about this.

i didn't.

"..Fine! Can I 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 have my candy back."

they threw the candy back to him, almost hitting his face.

"Sans!!"

"yeah?"

"They CLEARLY just tried to hit me."

"i mean. you did 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hit them, earlier."

"They're sticking their tongue out at me!!"

"you have eyelids, don't you?"

"close 'em."

"....You're not useful at all!!!!"

——

....

to be honest,

it hurts.

has been, all day.

this skull-splitting, aching, vomit-inducing... thing.

..just won't leave me alone, will it?

not risking ruining today for anyone, so i'm outside in the cold again to make absolute sure i stay awake.

no passing out. i can't.

i can't.

——

"What're you doing all alone out here?"

"....."

"wanted to enjoy the weather longer today."

"Yeah, I get that."

undyne handed me a cup with a green liquid inside. a scoop of ice cream and some sprinkles sat on top.

"what's this?"

"It's witches brew."

"There's like, lemon and soda and whatnot in it. It's good!"

i looked at the drink. it didn't look particularly displeasing, or sound bad. but for some reason, i still felt sick.

"...i'll drink it later. i've had enough sugar for today."

"Fair."

"I think you'll like it, though."

"The ice cream is sherbet!"

"probably gonna melt before i get to it."

"It's kinda melted already, anyway."

"....."

"Today was cool, right?"

"yeah."

"There were a ton of cool costumes, but ours totally KICKED ASS!!"

"Had a lotta fun making them, too."

"that's why paps always makes his own."

"Let's make it a tradition! Yeah!! Making our own costumes every year is gonna be SUPER RAD!"

"..rad?"

"Didn't wanna say 'cool' again."

"still thinking about that?"

"I didn't realize how just how often I said it until the other day."

"it's a cool word."

"Yeah."

"...Whoa."

she looked up at the stars in awe.

"always been a fan of stars, too."

"even the ones in the underground."

"..This is better."

"leagues better."

"........"

"Do you ever miss it, sometimes...?"

"The quiet."

"The... knowing everyone around."

"The familiarity.."

"...."

"nah."

"Yeah, me either."

"The surface RULES!!"

"The underground can eat my DUST!!!"

"..Uh, not literally, though. If I die, I wanna die up here."

"same."

"Wonder if anyone stayed?"

"they're missing out."

"Probably a few, at least. They'd wanna stay in their houses, right?"

"just bring the house up too."

"...How'd you guys do that, anyway?"

"do what?"

"Bring your house up."

"it's just a recreation."

"The snow is still on your roof."

"a very faithful recreation."

"The other one is GONE!!"

"sometimes a good recreation takes a sacrifice."

"You took it up piece by piece?"

"what? no, that'd take ages."

"Then HOW??"

"yep."

"HOW???"

"mhm."

"Dude. You..."

"BOTH of you."

"Constantly seem to defy logic and reality..."

"And you're always keeping secrets."

"......"

"Be honest with me."

"...."

"Skeletons totally have warp powers, right?!"

"...sure."

"I KNEW IT!!"

she quickly got up and raced inside, shouting for papyrus to show her warp magic.

close enough.

....

i really should take something for this pain.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Remember when

Charlie/Casper  as middle school babies❤️ very fluffy 

⚠️middle schoolers⚠️bullying⚠️ 

No proofread 

Idea from @irrelevant-system

“Oh my god…CHUCK, BABY!”

“YEA CAS?” He sounds like his face is full

“COME CHECK THIS OUT!”

Charlie enters the living room and. Yup he’s got a sandwich. “what’s up babe?” With a very large bin in front of them Casper pulls out a photo album that’s practically bursting at the seams. with large newspaper cut letters spelling Casper’s name on the cover“it’s my scrapbook  journal from when we were younger!” “I didn’t know you kept a scrapbook!” He glides his hand across the plastered letters “of course you didn’t know! No one was supposed to know is was SECRET. And if I’m correct” They quickly skimmed through the pages before landing on one that was titled First Day “………FOUND IT” “Found what?” They pull him closer and lay their head on his shoulder “the Day we first met” they adjust themselves so Charlie is laying against them and they are resting against the couch armrest and start reading “September 20”

——————————Flashback—————————-

It was an early Monday morning the first day of school for many and as it goes trouble was already starting amongst them.

“What’s the matter chuck!” The bigger kid shoved the blonde boy to the ground and started hitting him “OW! That hurts!” ““OW! That hurts!” What are you gonna do about chuck? huh? Gonna cry Chuck? Is the little rat gonna cry?! I’m gonna give you a reason to cry little punk!” Before the kid could swing his fist again it was stopped  by an unfamiliar hand  “you wanna try that shit again Ass!” “who the hell are you!?” “i’m gonna be your worst nightmare if you don’t stop beating on him!” he rips his fist back with a smug face  “oh yeah? What are you gonna do if I don’t?” in response  The kid raises their bat  and with an expression on their face that you’d see in the exorcist  “i’m going to turn your brains into maggot food” the bigger kid stammered back before running away.

they turn around to the blonde boy on the ground behind them  “hey there. Are you OK?” The Blonde boy was hyperventilating, quickly trying to wipe the tears off of his face “yeah yeah I’m fine.T Thanks for that. B by the way” the kid pulls off their backpack and takes a few things out  “hear you got a cut on your face let me get it” they take a hello Kitty Band-Aid out of a little red pouch and carefully place it over the cut on his cheek  “here have a sip” “Are you sure you wanna let me Drink outta ya water bottle? Ya never know what someone eats for breakfast” they shove the plastic bottle in his hands “I’ll take my chances”

They both start walking to school

“So what’s ya name freckles?” “O oh uh Charlie..what’s yours?” “[Name]….I never liked my name though…Always preferred nicknames” “Well all be sure to think of one to call ya if ya ever wanna see my Sissy face again” they looked at him puzzled “Charlie. Why would I not want to see you again?” Charlie looks down at his shoes “well that’s some first impression….getting the snot beat outta me…and tearing up like a baby” they grabbed his hand and held it “I never believe in first impressions. Because that’s all they are. first. the most important part of a first impression is making sure it’s not your last impression” Charlie laughs and holds their hand a little tighter  “where’d you learn that?” “I don’t really know….maybe just in the air”

Weeks went past as they often do. And the Two were as buddies as buddies could be.

“CHARLIE! Look what I got for my birthday!” “A new skateboard! I know you were really upset after ya last one busted” they Dropped the board on the ground “you wanna Try?” “OH! No no I’m tooo clumsy for that maybe some other time” “I can show you how to Casper! It’s one of my favorite tricks!” “yea. Maybe you could show me how to Casper”

———————present —————————————

“damn. that feels like for fucking ever a go” “….do you think anyone ever predicted that we’d be like this?” “um. No I don’t think urban exploration, untrained animal rescue and you railing me was ever on anyone’s Charlie&Casper bingo card” they both laugh, and Casper hit him in the leg with a couch pillow  “NOT What I meant. I mean, do you think anyone ever saw us together?” “well I did get a good old fashion. I told you so from my folks not too sure about anybody else though” “well freckles, if you really look at it..only a couple things have changed. I’m still patching your clumsy ass up!”  Charlie rolls over and sits up on his knees  “ew! Don’t call me freckles you haven’t called me that since high school it feels weird” “oh, and what would you prefer me call you~” “baby, sweetheart, love, Charlie the pizza rat, maybe~” Casper threw a pillow decking Charlie causing him to fall back on the couch  “i’ll stick with baby girl. Thank you”

The two spent the rest of the night. Looking through the book as well as looking through any of the other old memories Casper had in their box from home. a few home videos they had filmed on whatever camera they could find. a few Polaroids of them on a field trips, or at the skate park. Old memories. 

Grateful that now they have the chance to make new ones.

This is small. But decent.  I need to see canon little Charlie more than I need life 

[oathkeeperoxas]

@lightsabersandpens asked for 13 Kiss on the stomach for saintspy May, and I was more than happy to provide. With Cat here too, of course

“I think today has been a success,” Ethan says, handing Michael a cool glass of lemonade and folding his legs to sit next to him on the picnic blanket.

“Hmm,” Michael hums noncommittally, strung as tight as a guitar string. One pluck and he’ll ring out. Ethan adjusts his sunglasses to make sure they’re covering his sightlines before he slides his eyes over to his husband. His fists are no longer clenched so tightly that his knuckles are white, but they’ve been here for over two hours – Ethan would hope that he wouldn’t stay that tense the entire time.

In front of them, the half a dozen dogs play in the sunny park, running around, chasing balls, barking, and mostly having fun. Michael had parked himself on the high ground, away from the main action but from where he can see everything, and hasn’t approached the other dog owners. He’d claimed to be watching their lunch, and Ethan hadn’t pressed. This is the first time they’ve come to a public place with the intention of socialising with other dogs, and while Michael has come a long way in being comfortable with Cat in the last eight months, Ethan is aware that some things might take a little longer to unravel.

“Water?” Ethan asks. Michael passes him a water bottle, and Ethan cups one palm to splash some into for Cat. She licks it out of his hand gratefully, though he makes a mental note to bring a water bowl next time for her.

“She looks like she gets along well enough with them,” Michael says, voice neutral.

“She does,” Ethan says, very happy with the events of the day. “But I think it’s tired her out.”

Finally, a response. Michael rolls his eyes. “As if she doesn’t sleep for twenty hours of the day even when nothing exciting is happening.”

“She’s a growing girl,” Ethan says, and leans down to kiss between Cat’s ears. “Aren’t you, kitty-cat? My little noodle needs to sleep so she can become the biggest noodle, yes you do!”

“She’s already big enough,” Michael complains. “Is she really going to get bigger?”

“Probably not,” Ethan admits. “She’s done growing. She might fill out a little bit, though. You’re all long and gangly, aren’t you? Such a teenager!”

Cat whines, and Ethan digs around for a treat to give her, which she gobbles down gratefully. She then goes over to Michael, laying her head in his lap. He silks her ears through his fingers immediately, which is a much better use of his hands then tensing them so tightly that Ethan is sure he’ll be able to kiss half moons tonight when they go to bed.

“It’s good that she gets along with other dogs,” Michael says, though he doesn’t look down at her. His eyes are still fixed on the other dogs out in the open of the park. They’re all locals, and with medium to large dogs. Honestly, Ethan is surprised that Michael had wanted to come at all today. He’d been prepared to come alone. But he’s happy that they’re both here for Cat’s debut into society. When he says as much, Michael huffs. “I wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Of course,” Ethan says, charmed. He sets his own lemonade aside and scoots a little closer to Michael. Michael flicks his eyes away from the gathered dogs to give Ethan a look, before going back to watching what’s happening in front of them. Since Cat has one side of Michael, Ethan claims the other, and snuggles up close to him.

“Are you happy there?” Michael murmurs. Ethan noses along Michael’s neck, enjoying the tang of his sweat.

“I am,” he says simply. “What about you?”

Michael doesn’t say anything for a minute. “I’m still not sure how I feel about all this,” he finally admits.

“But you’re such a good dad,” Ethan says, only teasing a little bit. “You can’t still be thinking of giving her back.”

“Oh, Cat’s not going anywhere,” Michael sniffs. “But, the other dogs…”

Ethan watches him watch the dogs for a long moment, before he squeezes his hand where it’s resting on Michael’s thigh. “You don’t have to deal with it in a day, sweetheart,” he says. “I know you have high expectations of yourself, but you should grant yourself a bit of slack on this.”

Michael sighs. “I know that. I know I’m not going to… what, magically be fine with it, after so long. I know that maybe I’ll never be fine with it. Can you imagine me here a year ago? So much has already changed. I just wish that I could hurry the process up a little.”

“I don’t,” Ethan says, and succeeds in attracting Michael’s attention. “I want to see it all,” he says, pushing his sunglasses up so they sit on top of his head. No barriers between them. “I want to see all of you.”

Things have changed. Ethan can’t quite imagine being able to say those words a year ago, either. But they’re married now, and they’re retired now, and everything is different now. They both know they’re in this together, forever. Why keep pretending?

The corners of Michael’s eyes tighten. “I want to show you,” he says, voice low. “But that doesn’t mean the process doesn’t… hurt.”

Ethan runs a hand up the back of his neck. “Everything’s that worth something tends to,” he says.

Michael snorts. “Maybe.”

But he still looks distracted, though his fingers don’t stop stroking Cat’s head. Her eyes are closed, and Ethan expects that she’ll start her gentle snoring at any minute now. He knows the feeling. Getting Michael’s hands in his hair is pretty much the number one way to send him to sleep, too. Michael sighs, and Ethan decides that he can’t have that. So he drags his lips over his shirt, down, until his head is in Michael’s lap, and then he lifts Michael’s shirt and presses a kiss to his belly.

Michael looks down at him. “What are you doing?” he asks, squinting.

“It’s a nice day,” Ethan says, smiling up at him lazily. “I have my husband, and my dog, and a full stomach. I was thinking I might just take a nap.”

“Not on me, you won’t,” Michael warns.

But when Ethan closes his eyes, Michael’s fingers end up in his hair anyway. Ethan lets out a big sigh and settles against him. Exactly where he wants to be, indeed.

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