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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

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Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy.

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that.

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched.

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths.

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display.

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting.

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds.

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears.

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long.

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected.

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable.

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 4 years

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Jealous of a Kitten

Author's Note:

Hey y'all! So I was b l o w n away by the response to my last Loki x Reader oneshot, so I thought I'd give writing for him another go! I've had this fic in my drafts since literally last year lmao. If you end up liking it, I'd love a like, reblog, or comment to let me know! And if anyone wants to request something for Loki or any other MCU characters, feel free to send me a message and let me know! As always big thanks to @twentytwohearts for their help reading and helping out with this fic!

Y/N POV:

“Good heavens mortal, haven’t you got anything else to occupy your time besides pestering me?” Loki grumbled affectionately from his place on the sofa. He was reclined comfortably on the couch, back pressed up to my front as he rested in between my bent legs. My hands were tangled within his inky black locks, fingers lazily scratching through his hair as I braided small sections. I grinned widely.

“Nope!” I replied cheekily, ensuring to overexaggeratedly pop the “p” at the end. “Cap gave me the rest of the day off from training, so you’re blessed with my presence all day, snowball."

The prince sighed melodramatically as he turned a page in the book currently resting on his lap.

“I wouldn’t exactly describe it as a blessing pet” he remarked dryly. His tone was nonchalant, but I could hear the small smile in his words despite his clear efforts to seem passive.

“Oh please, we both know you love when I ‘annoy’ you." I rolled my eyes with a giggle. Loki merely hummed in response as he continued to read whatever tome had caught his attention this afternoon. Deciding to mess with him a bit, I removed my hands from his now-wavy tresses.

“Or maybe not?” I pouted, feigning hurt and leaning my chest away from his body. He stilled slightly with his fingers paused mid page turn. His back tensed just a bit, and I could practically hear the cogs turning in his head as he tried to decipher whether or not I was serious. Though he only panicked a moment or two, it was enough to make me silently delight in having seemingly tricked the god of mischief. He huffed childishly, his hand grabbing mine quickly and placing it back on his head.

My smile widened so far at his reaction I was almost fearful it may actually split my face in two. He didn't say anything, but was certain Loki could feel the satisfaction coming off of me in waves. Even though I'd known from the beginning, it was nice to be reminded just how content he was to be entangled with me for the moment. He could pretend all he wanted, but I knew something about the lanky god that most people didn't.

He was a huge cuddle-bug.

As stiff and regal as he presented himself most of the time, he never failed to make it known just how much he adored physical contact with me. I'd even go so far as to consider him touch-starved when we'd first met. I mean, it made sense. He was a prince and the only meaningful contact he'd probably experienced came from those that used to help him dress or bathe. The thought of him going for so long -- literally thousands of years -- without the affectionate touch of another living being made me genuinely teary. Once we'd established ourselves as a couple, he instantly became a constant presence at my side. It didn't matter the situation nor the company surrounding us, if he was in the same room as I was he would gravitate towards me. Whether it was a hand resting across the small of my back or fingers linked firmly through mine, he always found some way to initiate some kind of physical touch. I was more than thrilled at his open displays of affection -- even after months of time spent together I still felt the delicious ripples of electricity run through me each time his skin met mine.

Moments like today's were rare. Days when neither of us had any obligations or work to be done, when we could just spend time with one another. Sweet, domestic slices of life when we could just cuddle close to one another and pretend for a moment that all the struggles of the world were gone. I sighed softly as we lapsed back into comfortable silence, both of us content to simply be in one another's presence.

But, as always, no peaceful moments around here could last that long.

Peter came bursting through the door, looking even more flustered than usual. Which, for him, was saying something. He was wearing his suit sans the mask, carrying a giant throw blanket, with his brown curls mussed wildly and eyes desperately searching the room. He spotted Loki and I fairly quickly. A brief look of relief passed over the young boy's features as he rushed over to where we laid.

"Hey guys, uhm I could use some help," he blurted breathlessly once he reached the couch. I chuckled, amused by the poor flustered teen.

"You'll have to be more specific than that," Loki grumbled from his place between my legs. I didn't need to see his face to know exactly his expression. Clearly he was annoyed to have our peaceful moment interrupted, and I would bet money that he was scowling at Peter as a result. Frowning slightly, I pinched the back of his arm in reprimand.

"OUCH," he exclaimed dramatically. His arm darted out of my reach, the other hand coming out to rub the sore spot childishly. "What on Earth was that for?"

"Leave him alone snowball, he clearly needs something," I scolded lightly. He huffed once more, settling back into my legs and turning his attention back to his book and grumbling inaudibly. I rolled my eyes.

Peter's eyes went slightly wider as they darted between Loki and I. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the raven-haired Asgardian when he was actually behaving, and given Loki's current grumpy demeanor he seemed especially on-edge. I smiled brightly, hoping to ease his discomfort.

"What's up Peter?"

His eyes darted back to mine suddenly, relief overtaking his face at the save.

"So I was just out, ya know like patrolling, and I was helping this old Italian lady. She was carrying all this stuff right -- and I obviously figured I would try to help -- but she didn't speak English. She was like kinda mad at first and she hit me a couple times, cause I think she thought I was trying to rob her, but eventually we got everything sorted and got all her stuff back to her super old car and --" Peter rambled, words slurring together with that inhuman speed that only teenagers could seem to muster. My brows furrowed in confusion and I lifted my hands up like a criminal surrendering.

"Whoa WHOA Spiderling, take a breath man." I chuckled good-naturedly. The teen's face flushed slightly at my interruption.

"Sorry. Right. Sorry." he mumbled. "Anyways, so I finally get all her stuff in her car, and she just leaned into me and patted my head. I was gonna swing away, but she handed me this and drove away."

He gestured to the large blanket in his gloved hands. My brows furrowed.

"Okayyyyy," I drawled, still confused as to the issue. "And you're mad she gave you an afghan because…?"

His eyes sparked with realization, mouth forming an 'O'.

"Oh no, no that's not it. I mean that is pretty weird, like why would I need a blanket in the first place. Maybe she thought I looked cold or something, but --"

"Norns, child!" Loki interrupted. He shut his book with a snap, abruptly shifting positions on the couch so he was sitting upright. "Could you perhaps get to the point sometime this century?"

I slapped his arm disapprovingly -- he scowled at me, stubbornly scooting further from me in silent protest. I turned my attention back to Peter with a soft smile. I nodded at the red-faced teen, waving a hand in indication that he should continue.

"Right. Sorry Mr. Loki. Uhm, so anyways, she gave me this and I don't exactly know what to do with it," he finished. He opened the chunky-knit blanket to reveal the smallest, fuzziest kitten I'd ever seen. The kitten was tiny, no bigger than my fist, fur matted and full of tufts of orange and white hair. As soon as Peter opened the blanket the small kitten blinked it's tiny eyes against the harsh light. Adorable high pitched squeaks came from the teeny cat, who was clearly displeased with the sudden disturbance to it's sleep.

I gasped, my heart practically melting at the sight. I stood suddenly, hands reaching out unconsciously and making grabby motions towards the adorable creature. Peter readily complied, gently transferring the mewling baby over to my awaiting grasp. I cradled the little cat delicately, blanket and all, against my chest and cooed soft, unintelligible words of affection. My hands instantly found a spot behind the kitten's ears and began scratching lightly. The kitten responded positively, nuzzling into my touch readily and purring loudly at the attention. My heart felt like it was positively melting at the sights, sounds, and feel of the small animal in my arms.

"It's so cute," I gushed, though whether it was to myself or the guys I wasn't even sure. I finally managed to tear my gaze from the cat when I heard a quiet growl come from Loki's direction.

He was in his same spot on the couch, but I could instantly tell he was annoyed, even without the little grumble. His posture was rigid, hands sitting atop his legs balled into fists, and eyes suddenly dark with anger. Only moments before his face had seemed soft, the sharp planes and angles relaxed as we'd sat together. Now his expression was stony -- the stern mask of irritation he so often wore back with a vengeance. I was momentarily distracted from the small creature in my arms. Twinges of worry and the impulse to comfort him planted low in my belly ran through me at the sight.

"He is cute," Peter's voice interrupted, clearly oblivious to Loki's abrupt mood shift. "At least I think it's a he? Anyways I can't bring him home, May is allergic to cats and anyways I don't think they're allowed in my building. I was kind of hoping you could watch him for a while?"

"Absolutely n--"

"Of course!"

Loki's head snapped up towards mine as we spoke at the same time, his scowl deepening at my response. I furrowed my brows in confusion, slightly surprised at his aggressive reaction. Peter's eyes bounced from my face to Loki's -- the awkwardness radiating from him as he shifted from foot to foot.

"Can you not just take it to a shelter or something of that nature?" Loki seethed, glaring at the poor teen. Peter was clearly flustered by the question -- red creeped up his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort.

"Well, see, I tried that! I did, but they told me he's too young for them to take -- cause he's just a baby -- and they can't take him," he stuttered. "Plus, they said they've got too many animals right now, and if he doesn't get adopted soon then they might have to...you know…"

I gasped, instinctively tugging the now-sleeping kitten closer to my chest. Loki shrugged, nonplussed.

"So?" he questioned. "That is what happens to unneeded animals on this realm, yes?"

My jaw dropped and I frowned disapprovingly at Loki. I knew he could still be, shall we say, difficult at times; though he was definitely on his way to being 'rehabilitated', old habits die hard and he often still struggled with concepts like compassion and kindness. Particularly when it came to anyone or anything that wasn't, well, me. Even still, how someone could look at the tiny creature in my arms without feeling the warm, protective emotions that I did baffled me.

"We are NOT sending this poor baby to be killed!" I stage whispered the last part, glaring at Loki and cradling the kitten protectively against my chest. "Good lord Loki, just look at him!"

I held the small orange cat down slightly, revealing it's angelic sleeping face to the scowling god. He glanced at the kitten briefly before turning his attention back to me and quirking a brow.

"I have." he stated plainly, voice laced with poorly concealed contempt. I scowled at him and stuck my tongue out childishly before turning back to Peter.

"Ignore him Pete, of course we'll take care of him." I reassured the flustered teen. Peter's young face instantly flooded with relief and he mumbled a muffled 'thanks!' as he rushed back out of the room.

Smiling and chuckling, I turned back towards the couch where Loki still sat. His facial expression remained annoyed and he'd crossed his arms tensely against his chest. I couldn't help but giggle outwardly at his pout; he looked like a child who's toy had been taken away. Though I found his pouty face adorable, I still found it slightly infuriating that it was over the innocent little bundle in my arms. My obvious amusement only caused his scowl to deepen and he scooched over further from me as I sat in my previous spot on the plush couch.

"Somebody's a bit crabby," I stage whispered to the still sleeping kitten. Loki scoffed.

"I am not 'crabby' pet," he grumbled. "I simply don't understand your fascination with this little creature.”

I chuckled, the noise hollow and closer to a scoff than anything. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to the small kitten in my arms. He began to stir lightly, stretching out his tiny limbs and squeaking out the most adorable yawn before turning his attention to Loki and I. His small eyes appraised the two of us with a kind of innocent curiosity. Eventually he deemed us safe enough, and he began to slowly venture out from the confines of his blanket. As he tentatively explored my lap and the small section of couch that separated Loki and I, I felt my face split into a wide smile. Warm, happy feelings blossomed in my chest at the sight of the curious creature.

"What's your name gonna be, huh?" I cooed to the small, exploring cat. "Are you a Tom or more of a Finn hmmm?"

Loki rolled his eyes, face never leaving his book.

"How about blot?" he suggested plainly. His tone was even, controlled, and even though his lips didn't quirk up even the slightest bit at his suggestion I was wholly suspicious instantly. Sending a frown his way, I replied quickly.

"Dare I even ask what that means?" I quipped warily. His eyes flashed momentarily to my face as he shrugged. Even with the briefest glance I could see the tell-tale spark of mischief in his eyes. Rolling my own eyes in exasperation, I turned my attention back towards the small tabby and ran my fingers across his back.

"Hmm, what else?" I pondered out loud. "How about Tigger? You look a lot like Tigger."

The tiny cat purred louder at my words, curling around my hand as I spoke. Encouraged, I scratched his fur a little harder.

"You like that huh? Alright, Tigger it is!"

A quiet scoff came from the other end of the couch. To my utter confusion, Loki was still radiating complete and total annoyance from his place across from me. He sat tensely in the opposite corner of the couch with his boots tucked petulantly beneath him and his body angled as far from mine as gravity would allow. His head was bowed down slightly, his attention seemingly directed back to his book. Despite his best efforts, I could tell that he was only idly paying any attention to the words on the page. Gone was the smooth look of contentment that had graced his beautiful features mere minutes before; his face was once more a cold veil of poorly concealed contempt as he feigned reading. The look, though common to the rest of the world, was troubling to me. It’d taken months, but I thought I’d broken through the raven-haired god’s stony exterior. The sudden return of the stern facial expression caused pangs of concern and sympathy to prod at me from within. I reached a hand out instinctively to grasp his hand in mine, determined to display my silent support.

Despite his ‘silvertongue’ reputation, Loki often struggled to verbalize feelings of anything other than contempt, rage, or disgust. I’d learned quickly that often he didn’t need me to attempt to discuss anything he wasn’t ready for -- rather it seemed the best way to comfort him in these times was a physical show of my presence and affection.

This time was no different, and though his head barely moved an inch I could instantly feel the way he calmed under my touch. The muscles in his hand immediately relaxed as he moved to twine his long fingers between mine. His tense expression softened, although only fractionally as he grasped my hand. He turned his attention from his book slowly, deep blue eyes turning to meet my worried gaze.

"Hey, talk to me snowflake," I demanded softly. "What's going on?"

Loki opened his mouth to reply, but a small mewl cut him off before he could speak. I glanced down and giggled lightly at the sight of the small orange tabby beneath us. The tiny kitten had wandered down the couch and was currently sitting mere inches away from our intertwined hands with a curious look overtaking his small face. Evidently he wasn't quite pleased to have the attention taken from him so quickly, and he reached a paw out tentatively to hover above our hands. Eventually deciding it was safe, the small cat placed a paw over the tops of our hands, eyes darting between Loki and I with a kind of content curiosity that made my heart practically melt.

Loki, quite obviously did not share these feelings, and withdrew his hand instantly. His face was once more overtaken by a deep scowl as he snapped his book shut and swiftly stood. He turned curtly and exited the room without another word. My eyes followed him as he left, brows furrowed with concern and confusion. Tigger, meanwhile, was clinging to my chest by his tiny claws, his heart beating with an insane speed. He was clearly scared by Loki's sudden moves and general demeanor, and I cooed soft words of comfort to the small creature. My eyes never left the door though, thoughts of interest and concern overtaking my mind as I wondered what exactly had gotten into my raven-haired companion today.

A few days later

Loki's POV

Sweet giggles filled the halls of the tower as I walked towards Y/N's room. A small smile overtook my features as the sound filtered through my ears. Typically I found midgardians irritating and their laughter grating, but as was almost always the case, Y/N was an exception. Y/N simply radiated happiness at every turn, and over the past weeks the sound of her infectious laugh had become one of my favorite sounds. Her mere presence had the uncanny ability to both calm and excite me at once, and I'd grown progressively more fond of my time spent with her in a way that baffled me and those around us.

In fact, the past few days had proven increasingly difficult for just that reason. Y/N and I had spent less time together as of late -- a fact that saddened and irritated me in near equal parts. For the past few days I’d found myself yearning for more time with my dear mortal, having been separated by the rather irritating presence of a certain small animal. Ever since the young Spiderchild had thrust a stray cat into Y/N's care she had been wholly and utterly enamored with the useless pet. She doted on the feline, which she'd dubbed 'Tigger', and spent nearly all of her time either caring for, amusing, or simply fawning over it.

It was becoming rather taxing.

At first, once I had begrudgingly accepted that the cat wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, I'd attempted to simply ignore it and go about our time as usual. It was only a day or two before that notion was entirely dismissed. Each time I made such an attempt Tigger had made his presence unmistakably clear. The loathsome, needy thing seemed to share my desire to be near Y/N, and was constantly sitting on or pawing at her. And even the precious few moments in which it wasn't physically touching Y/N it took to mewling and crying until she gave in and picked it up. I hadn’t had a single moment with Y/N in which we were truly alone for days, and I was reaching my breaking point.

As I finally reached Y/N’s room and entered, the smile that the sound of her laughter had put on my face immediately turned to a scowl. Inside the room was Y/N, beautiful as ever, sitting casually on her bed. The sight, which normally would have filled my stomach with a tiny stir of happiness, was marred with the unwelcomed addition of a certain small kitten. The wretched thing was sitting in between her legs, happily jumping and pawing at the toy she waved above him. She was looking over the stupid pet with such fondness in her eyes -- a look which I'd once thought was reserved only for me. Irritation overtook my senses at the sight, and I couldn’t help the scoff of annoyance that came from me.

Y/N looked up at the sound, initial confusion turning to excitement as she realized my presence. My own feelings of resentment faded marginally at the sight of her beautiful features lighting up with a smile of genuine happiness at the sight of me.

"Hiya Snowball!" she greeted me excitedly, rushing up from her place on her bed and striding up to where I stood. She tucked herself into the fold of my arms easily, her head resting comfortably against my chest and her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I sighed lightly, my own arms winding around her relatively smaller frame and my face coming to rest against the top of her head.

"Hello my love," I murmured lightly into the crown of her head, placing a sweet kiss in my wake before burying my nose in the soft hairs there. She hummed softly in contentment, and we stayed in this position for some time. It could've been moments, minutes, hours -- I was never quite aware of the passing of time when I was with Y/N like this. I was wholly encased in the safe little bubble that only her presence seemed to create. I was surrounded by her: the unique scent wafting from her hair, the feel of her body melding against mine, and the soft thumping of her heart against my chest that provided the ideal background music for our calm moment together. I was completely entranced by our embrace, all feelings of irritation gone for the moment.

But only for the moment.

The sound of tiny cries and the feeling of a small body thumping and winding its way across our ankles broke through the peace we'd established like a freight engine. Y/N's chuckle vibrated low against my chest before she pulled herself out of my arms to peer down at the kitten. Annoyance seared through my body as she detangled herself from me and squatted down to scoop the needy thing into her arms. She stood up once more, cradling the spoiled little creature in her arms and scratching its face with her long slender fingers.

"Someone wants a hug too, huh?" she cooed playfully to the cat. My frown deepened at her soft tone, the same tone she often spoke to me with -- the small, loving voice that had crooned to me during late nights or early morning moments spent wrapped in one another's embrace. The same tone that never ceased to comfort me or make me feel as if she was possibly the only person to truly love me. The sound that I treasured so dearly was now being directed to a lowly, disgusting animal. It sent a wave of rage through my entire being like a white hot flame.

"Norns Y/N!" I snapped. "Can we not have a single moment without the presence of this...this animal?"

Her eyes widened as she took in my words, brows practically flying upwards in surprise and hands stilling against Tigger's face. Her wide eyes blinked a few times in complete shock as she surveyed my face carefully.

"I'm sorry?" she questioned confusedly. I exhaled loudly in irritation, arms coming to rest across my chest in a display of my annoyance.

"Does it not bother you that we've not spent a moment together, alone, since the creature was forced upon you?" I questioned, tone acidic and face a stone mask of anger. Her brow furrowed deeper in confusion briefly before a wave of understanding flooded her eyes. Expression softening, she set the kitten down lightly onto the floor before crossing the few steps required to reach me once more. Though her eyes held nothing but concern and understanding within the deep Y/E/C irises, her face had the tiniest hint of a smirk.

"Well I'd ask if it bothered you snowflake, but it seems that may be redundant at this point," she replied to my earlier question with ease. Her soft hands reached up towards me and wrapped easily around the back of my neck. Almost of their own accord, my own hands found the curve of her waist and held her firmly. In lieu of a response I simply scowled in her direction. She chuckled lightly, and propped herself up on her toes briefly to place a gentle kiss on my cheek before she led me over to her bed and motioned for me to sit. I complied, albeit somewhat begrudgingly, and she ensured we were settled against the head of the mattress before she spoke again.

"Loki, are you...jealous of Tigger?" she questioned. Her tone was very matter-of-fact, but the ghost of a smirk still lingered on her face. I felt my face flood with heat, and though I'd like to blame the color on anger I was certain she could tell that I was embarrassed. Though she was largely correct, I was struck with the ridiculousness of the statement as I heard it tumble from her lips. Glancing away from her expectant gaze I mumbled out a response, though I wasn't entirely sure what it was.

Her gentle fingers moved slightly around my head, delicately stroking the skin of my neck and face until her soft palms rested against the sides of my face. She applied the gentlest pressure to my cheek, forcing me to look her in the eyes once more. I reluctantly complied.

"Because if you are," she continued. "I'm sure I'd have to tell you just how insane that is. Outside of the fact that Tigger is a cat and you are my not-so-human boyfriend, the idea that there's anyone or anything I'd want to spend time with more than you is just completely inaccurate. He's a baby, and he needs a lot of my attention that's all. Since you haven't been coming around much I just assumed you were busy with other things lately -- never once did it cross my mind that I was the reason I hadn't seen you much."

I felt my furrowed brows relax slightly. Stupid and petty as my feelings may be, I couldn't deny that hearing such reassurances straight from the one person I truly cared for had taken away a considerable amount of unease from my mind. I exhaled a long breath and shifted unconsciously deeper into Y/N's hold.

"Regardless I'm truly, very sorry that I made you think I was choosing something else over you. I would never want to hurt you like that, or make you feel like you aren't the most important person in my life."

Her worried gaze was still locked firmly on my face as she spoke. Though the majority of my chest was filled with a feeling of relief from her admission, there was a twinge of guilt lurking deep within my stomach. I often forgot just how caring and gentle Y/N could be and this may have been one such occasion. Of course she latched onto the feeble creature -- was that not what she did with me as well? It was simply a part of her nature to care for the weak or disadvantaged.

I frowned once more as my mind reeled with the realization of my own selfishness. Y/N clearly mistook my expression however, and I could see the guilt in her eyes as she spoke up once more.

"I can ask Peter if there anyway he can watch him for a bit, maybe just give us some time alone. Or maybe --"

"No." I cut her off abruptly once again. Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she opened her mouth to reply. My own finger came up to her face fast as lightning to silence what would undoubtedly be more apologies.

"Dearest, clearly the fault is not on your end in this case," I started, hoping to ease her mind. "We both know I often, shall we say, struggle with expressing my thoughts at times. Of course you wish to care for the kitten, just as you care for everything in your life. I was wrong to assume your affections were completely diverted and for not mentioning my feelings sooner. For both, I am truly sorry."

Her expression softened at my apologies, face relaxing under my hand as I spoke. She smiled a small grin of appreciation before thrusting herself forward and deeper into my arms. I let out a small 'oomf' at the force of her body attaching to mine, but regardless my arms wound their way around her frame and I cradled her to my chest. She sighed in contentment, and we stayed in this position for a few moments before I felt her chuckle against my body. I pulled my head back just enough to give her a questioning look.

"I'm sorry," she giggled, face alight with mischief and glee. "Did the big, fearsome Loki just say he was sorry?"

However unintentionally I felt my face heat up once more, although this time it wasn't from anger. I rolled my eyes lightly before smirking down at Y/N's smiling face.

"If I were you, I'd mark this day down in your memory, as it isn't likely to be said again anytime soon," came my dry response.

I heard Y/N's melodious giggle from where her face was pressed against my body, sending delicious sparks of happiness across my frame. Outside of that, her only response to my statement was nuzzling deeper into my body -- a welcome action that I easily reciprocated. My eyelids closed as we settled ourselves into a comfortable silence, content to simply be in one another's presence. I hummed, utterly at peace with my current position, when I heard a tiny mewl from nearby.

Opening just one eye, I saw a curious little face near mine. Tigger had evidently decided it was now safe enough to venture close to where Y/N and I laid. He was pawing hesitantly back and forth across my lap, eyes assessing me with tentative curiosity as he made tiny circles around my stomach. I chuckled at the feeling of his impossibly tiny paws kneading my lower belly as he settled into a lying position. Y/N opened her eyes at my amused chuckle and shot me a sheepish grin.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I can take him somewhere else. I think Peter's around, he'd probably watch him for a bit."

I shook my head, placing a small kiss to her forehead and placing a hand on Tigger's ears.

"It's alright love. I meant what I said when I was sorry -- he didn't do anything wrong, he simply wishes to be around you as much as possible. Obviously, that is a trait we both share, and I think I could expend a bit more energy in attempting to bond with Tigger." I answered genuinely. The kitten purred loudly in response, inching his body further up my chest until he was resting just beside Y/N's face. He closed his eyes sleepily, and curled into my body constantly as he slept.

Y/N grinned widely, her lovely face alight with such genuine love and glee that I was taken aback at her beauty. She placed a sweet kiss to my lips in thanks before returning to her place on my chest. I closed my eyes once more, smile firmly in place as I lied quietly and revelled in the peaceful moment.

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Chapter 78 - SBT

Here it is!

"I assume you had your reasons for doing it this way but it has to change, and fast." Lucien sat on the oval table and crossed his arms. The smoke from his cigarette floated in the air like a cloud above his head.

"I did. But now that there is no danger anymore, I might actually do it."

Lucien frowned and pondered. The king of the beggars went on.

"I will set a rendez-vous point. All you have to do is have him be there."

"Non." Lucien answered, raising cold eyes to his ex-colleague.

"What?"

"Non." He repeated firmly. "You are not taking any risks in this business, I am. So we will do things my way."

"What risks are you taking?" Maurice asked and Lucien's anger flashed on his fair irises.

"You know very well." He answered drily.

"Very well, what do you suggest?"

Lucien sighed.

"I do not know yet. I need to think about it. The stakes are too high. Every second that I spend with you discussing it is a second that I betray him and his trust. I cannot afford that, nor do I want it, not anymore, not ever."

"Fine." Maurice said, from his old wooden throne. "You do as you please."

"Tell me where they are. I shall bear the responsibility of the rest."

Maurice wrote something on a piece of paper and slid it to the ex-spy.

"That is where I have kept them. Good luck. They are expecting him."

The Frenchman's rage boiled up a notch higher.

"Pardon?" He asked in his native tongue. "Do not think for one second that this puts you out of any responsibility!"

"What are you going to do? Stab me in the back, like in the old days…?"

Lucien's jaw relaxed and he smirked, not like the free man he was now, but like the spy he had been: cold, arrogant and overly self-confident.

"Me? Nothing. Him? I am not so sure, Maurice."

He took the piece of paper that he stored in his pocket and exited the hideout. When he made it back to the surface, he adjusted his scarf and headed back home.

-- Next day --

"Mundy, I forgot to tell you something."

"What is it?"

Lucien was sitting next to his lover at the table while they shared breakfast.

"Richard and his wife agreed to take Diamond."

"Oh, that's great news!"

"I also sent the word to Maurice, and he is happy to take Star."

"Oh, alright."

"Oui, he shall train her to take on Perle's job and hunt mice and chase away any undesired rodents."

"That's nice, hear that, Starry baby?" Mundy was cuddling the lady kitten. She meowed happily. "You'll get a nice home and a job. Kids'll cover you in pets too!"

"And guess where our beloved ball of hunger will end up?" Lucien asked, petting Glovy on his lap.

"I don't know, where?"

"There is one young man who will make him more than happy."

"Who?"

Lucien smiled before answering.

"Bastien."

"Bastian?"

"Who better than an apprentice chef cook for our beloved Glovy?" Lucien asked.

"Hear that, fat boy? Your new dad's gonna make you delicious food!"

"Mrow!" He answered excitedly.

"Yeah…" Mundy extended his hand and scratched Glovy under his chin. "You're one happy, chunky boy, aren't ya?"

The large yet short cat purred happily under the attention.

"So that settles it apart from Junior…" Mundy said. The kitten had grown up like his brother and his sisters but still looked smaller.

"Viens, mon petit."

[Come, my little one.]

Lucien bent down, released Glovy and scooped his namesake off the floor to put him on his knees.

"He will have a good forever home. We shall offer him as a gift and a surprise." Lucien answered, cuddling the kitten.

"Yeah, but to who?" Mundy asked.

"To whom?" Lucien corrected. "Well, who will need a Lucien and has been missing me while I was away?"

"Me?" Mundy answered.

"Apart from you?" Lucien asked.

"Don't know, who?"

"Victoria." He answered.

"Oh…"

"I think she will take the best care of him." Lucien added.

"I'm sure you're right, darl'." Mundy laced a lazy arm around Lucien's shoulders and the Frenchman leaned on him.

"Any plans for today?" Mundy asked.

"I was thinking of taking the kittens to their new homes." Lucien answered, pushing a lock of silver hair behind his ear.

"Oh, ok, sure."

"I suggest we start with Bastien and Richard, they are not too far apart from each other. Then, Maurice and in the end, Victoria."

"You wanna take Junior to the diner?"

"Non, I planned on knocking directly at her door, after her shift."

"You know where she lives?"

Lucien raised his eyes and his smirk to his lover.

"Right, right, ok, ex-spy, I get it." Mundy chuckled.

"I see you are learning." Lucien teased. "But what do you think of this plan? That ought to keep us busy for most of the day."

"Seems like it, yeah. I'm alright with the plan. But first, we need to tell Pearl and Soot."

"But of course."

Lucien and Mundy finished their breakfast and found themselves sitting on the carpet in the living room, facing the cats.

"Right, ladies and gents…" Mundy started. "Today, you're gonna leave Mum and Dad, even your gramps."

The kittens listened with wide open eyes.

"Meow?" Perle, who had been laying on the carpet, moved to sit up.

"Do not worry, mon bébé," Lucien scratched her head gently. "They will all go to good homes. Star will go to Maurice and hunt the mice there, oh and Junior will go to Victoria."

"Meow?" Soot rose to his feet too.

"Hey, Sooty boy, you trust the old gramps, eh?"

The black cat went straight to Mundy and purred when he scratched his jaw.

"There we go. Now, we're gonna give you a few minutes to say goodbye, ok? You be good boys and girls."

Mundy rose to his feet.

"Mrow…" Perle bit her Papa's sleeve.

"Oh? Qu'est-ce que tu veux, ma chérie?"

[Oh? What do you want, my darling?]

She kept on pulling his sleeve and meowing sadly.

"I will stay with her, go and get ready, Mundy."

"You sure?"

"Oui, she needs me."

"Fair. See ya in a bit, I'll go get my shoes and stuff." Mundy left a kiss on Lucien's brow and left him with the cats.

Perle stood on her back legs. Lucien smiled and lifted her into his arms, rocking her gently.

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Tu n'aimes pas les 'au revoir' ?"

[What is happening? You don't like goodbyes?]

"Mrow…" She answered sadly.

"Personne n'aime les au revoir. Ni les hommes, ni les chattes apparemment. Ne t'inquiète pas, tes bébés sont grands maintenant, ils n'ont plus besoin, ni de toi, ni de leur père, ni de nous."

[No one likes goodbyes. Neither people, nor lady cats apparently. Don't worry, your babies have grown up now, they don't need you or Soot, or us anymore.]

"What's wrong, baby?" Mundy joined them and put Lucien's shoes down next to him. "Don't want the kids to go, eh?"

"Non, she does not." Lucien answered. They both spoiled her with affection, scratches and sweet words.

"When…" Lucien started. His eyes were riveted on Perle. "When Jérémy was growing up…"

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. He hadn't expected Lucien to talk about his late son.

"There came an age where he liked me… less."

"Oh?" Mundy scooted closer to his lover.

"Like any other child of his age, he started seeing me not as a model, but as someone who continuously failed to understand him."

"It's fine, luv', we all had that phase for a bit…"

"I guess so but," Lucien sighed and looked away. "It still felt strange to hear the baby that I had carried in my arms a few years before tell me that he hated me, that I was never there for him, that… that…"

"Sshhh." Mundy wrapped his arms around Lucien and pulled his head under his chin.

"I was a poor father… I was absent, I was busy, I was away, I was…"

"Hey, it's alright. All dads are like that, ok? They're all busy with work and stuff when we're kids. Then we get to teenage boys and we start gettin' weird, and wonderin' about sheilas… And boys, I guess… About ourselves. We got all these questions and parents are shit at answerin' them. So we feel alone, and not really understood. But it's fine, it's how it goes and how it should go."

Lucien buried his head deeper in Mundy's chest.

"Doesn't mean you were a bad dad. And I'm sure of it now, I've seen you with Victoria and with Pearl. You're a bloody good Papa."

"Maybe." Lucien's voice was muffled. His eyes were closed against Mundy's heart that he heard beating gently in front of him. He could smell the cheap cologne too, it brought him immense comfort.

"Hey, not to me, eh? I saw you. I even told you. Wish my dad was like you."

"Oui but…"

"But what, love? Tell me."

"I…"

"Get it out, darl'... Better out than in."

Lucien's shoulders sank.

"I wish I could now know what Jérémy really thought of me. At the end, he kept on reproaching me all those things and, well, they were all true. Each time he did, I looked in his eyes, God, his eyes… He had his mother's eyes… Blue, of a darker shade than mine, dirty blond hair, buck teeth… He was an adorable little boy but he grew up to hit puberty, too soon. And each time he would address me, it would not be with admiration anymore, but with anger and hatred."

"Hey… Darl'..." Mundy gently rocked his lover and slid his fingers through his long hair. "Close your eyes and remember when you were his age, eh? Didn't you think that you had it all figured out, that you'd be better off without your parents, that they didn't understand what you felt…?"

"Mundy, you are not understanding."

"Oh?"

Lucien pulled himself out of the embrace and rubbed his eyes.

"Non, I understood him too well! I knew this rage, this powerlessness, this frustration. I knew it so well that when I was faced with it, I decided to leave home and live in the streets."

Mundy frowned.

"When I turned 18, I fled. My mother and step-father pressured me and forced me to choose between Medicine and Law. I didn't want either, and so I ran away. And whenever I saw Jérémy look at me with hatred, I would see myself, right before I fled. It terrified me, that sight."

"You were scared that he'd run away too?" Mundy asked.

Lucien raised his eyes to him and nodded sadly.

"Oh, I get it now… But Lu'..."

"Who knows? Maybe he wanted to flee too. Maybe God claimed him back before he had the chance."

"Ssh." Mundy pulled Lucien in a hug again. "You can't know. No one can."

"What terrified me most is how his mother would have reacted, had he decided to run away."

"Lu', stop thinkin' about it. You can't do anything about it, and in any case, you don't have to."

"Oui, but what if-?"

"No, luv', listen." Mundy cut him off and cupped his face such that he rested his forehead against his. "What ifs are useless, darl'. Stop thinking about it. Let your baby boy rest, and let yourself rest too."

"I cannot. There are things that I have been holding within myself for far too long. I want someone to know. I want someone to share all these personal secrets with, I want to share the weight of that burden, all those mistakes, those sins."

"Hey now, don't be dramatic. Everyone does stuff they regret. There isn't one man or sheila alive who doesn't regret somethin'! It's just not possible!"

"Oui, but I don't care about other people!"

"Neither do I! But you can't continue carrying stuff like that on your back!"

"You want me to forget?" Lucien asked, his eyes wider than planets.

"No! I want you to learn to live with it in your heart, not on your shoulders like you're carrying the world's misery on yourself!"

Lucien lowered his head and softly headbutted Mundy's chest.

"I know it's hard, love. I really do. Sometimes I think about my parents and how I… I-I…"

Lucien raised his head and Mundy looked away.

"How you what?" He gently asked.

"I'm a monster… I-I left them to die."

Lucien's eyes snapped wide.

"Non!" He frowned. "You outdid yourself to avenge them! I saw you, the delicate, shy, compassionate you torture a man. You burnt a man, you burnt every square inch of his chest while he was wide awake and alive!"

Mundy rubbed his eyes and winced.

"Yeah, you don't need to remind me of that, thanks…."

"Mundy…" Lucien put a hand on his cheek. "You have surpassed yourself, you have done what you never thought you could and yet what did you do? You put yourself aside and did more than what trained soldiers did during the war! Mundy, you avenged them and made them proud."

"Hm. Don't think they're proud." Mundy answered.

"That is not what I said. I said you made them proud. You avenged them and that is what you had set yourself to do, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Don't you feel at rest now with respect to your parents?"

Mundy raised his eyes to Lucien and his gaze hung there for a few seconds.

"I… I'm not sure."

"Do you regret having dealt with Duchemin?"

"N-not really but…"

Lucien nodded as he started to understand it.

"Ah, I see… It is the discussion you had with your parents when you took me to meet them?"

Mundy nodded and sighed.

"I feel like they'd be even more furious at me."

"Why?"

"Mum's a good woman. She never would have wanted to hurt anyone. And Dad just hated violence for the sake of it."

"So you feel like you have avenged them but betrayed the education they gave you, their values?"

"Yeah. I think you put the words on it, again."

"Again?" Lucien asked.

"That's why I was so fascinated by Lulu at first. It's cause he managed to put words on things I felt inside me."

"Mundy, you did what you did because it was the right thing to do when you had to do it." Lucien said. "Had things been different, of course you would have reacted differently. Had you not been dragged into the alligators business, you surely wouldn't have followed the track of the worthless man who killed your parents. Besides, this isn't a case of violence for the sake of it. You didn't wake up with the crave to torture someone, no one does. Non. You used violence because what else was left?"

"Nothing." Mundy answered.

"Exactly, you were alone and you didn't have any other way to set things straight. No law on Earth would have condemned that man for the atrocities he caused. So don't look at it the way you are. Had you not followed that lead to find the alligators, Duchemin might still be walking this Earth."

"And I wouldn't have met you."

Lucien smiled.

"Non, you would not have, but such is the game of life. You cannot win everything. Either you missed all this, you didn't deal with Duchemin and you didn't meet me, or you indeed go through all of this but with me at your side."

"Is that the choice I have?"

"Not exactly. You have made the choice of pursuing the alligators' road and we know where that has led you up until today. Who knows what the other path could have offered?"

"I wouldn't have known you."

"Indeed, but you would not feel this almost regret that you do right now." Lucien explained.

"Hm."

"It is similar to me. I thought I had put away the suit and tie for good after Marie and Jérémy passed. Yet when the Minister of Defense told me of Duchemin, I could not resist the urge to deal with him."

"D'you think they'd uh… They'd be… proud of you?"

"Non." Lucien chuckled. "Marie hated my job with a passion. She was very wary of Jérémy discovering it and becoming attracted to the idea of becoming like me. I pretended I had an office job - after all, the suit and tie worked wonders to fool anyone - and invented all kinds of stories and lies to him. He was too young to understand. But I think that as he grew up, he might have had suspicions. There aren't many jobs where you travel left and right, attend luxurious parties but don't take even your partner with you. I think he had his doubts about my job, maybe that added to his hatred towards me."

"So we're both in the same state, eh?"

"Oui."

"Again?"

"Oui."

"Thank God."

Lucien looked at Mundy. He smiled softly.

"I'm tired of feeling alone and have weird feelin's inside me, and I'm startin' to get used to you understanding me and feeling the same way too."

Lucien returned the gentle, lopsided grin.

"I am grateful to have found you for that same reason, mon loup."

[My wolf]

Lucien tapped the tip of Mundy's nose and the Aussie's eyelids fluttered as he chuckled.

"Hey…!" Mundy pulled Lucien from his waist and kissed his nose. "There, now we're even."

"Merci!"

[Thanks!]

"You're welcome. So, shall we take the kittens to their new homes?"

"Before we do, do you feel any better?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah… Thanks love, you're the best."

"My pleasure. In that case, let us proceed." Lucien turned to Perle. "May we…?"

The lady cat rubbed her head against Lucien's hand before going to his mouth. He kissed her and she went to lie against Soot.

"I think that's a yes, Lu'." Mundy said. "I found this cardboard box. Let's put the kitties in and I'll carry it. You lead the way."

"Perfect."

The couple scooped the kittens and placed them gently in the box. They went to the door and exited the place.

"Mister L, Sir?"

"Oh?" Lucien saw a group of kids running to him in the street. "Oui, what is it, gentlemen?" He squatted to be at their eye level.

"Maurice said Francis left this for you." One of the blond boys recited his text and inflated his chest proudly.

"What did he leave?" Lucien asked.

"This!" The child pointed further in the street.

"Oh!" Lucien's eyebrows jumped and he failed to hide his surprise. "Is that really true?"

"Yes, Sir! Francis said he was delighted to know you were doing well. He sends his regards."

"Thank you. Here…" Lucien took his wallet out and gave the children a note. "Don't spend it all on sweets, and do share it."

"Thank you so much!" The kids ran away, leaving the couple and the kittens alone on the pavement.

"Hahaha!" Lucien went to the black motorcycle and tapped it gently. "A marvel of elegance and technology. I am delighted that Francis decided to leave it to me…"

Mundy caught up with him, the box still in his arms.

"I remember that bike. You came to see me at the lake with it. It's the one that turns invisible, right?"

"Indeed, that is the one." Lucien let his fingers run on the leather seat. "A delight to drive too." He raised his eyes to Mundy and took the box off of his arms to secure it at the back.

"What are you doin'...?"

"You don't think we will walk to deliver those kittens, do you?"

"N-no, we could take me van?"

"Non. Here." Lucien handed him the second helmet and made sure the kittens were safe. He wrapped his scarf around the box to dampen the noise of the engine.

"W-what? You want me to-?"

"Come on, Mundy!" Lucien straddled the motorcycle and held a hand out for his lover.

"You sure?"

"You don't trust my riding abilities?"

"N-no, nah, it's just that…"

"What then? Am I too old for riding a motorcycle?" Lucien chuckled.

"Nah, course not, hold on…" Mundy put on the helmet and took his lover's hand. He straddled the motorcycle, behind Lucien.

"Be careful on the road, love."

"I will. Now hold on." Lucien started the engine and the motorcycle woke up in a roar.

Mundy put his hands on Lucien's sides and took advantage of the situation to hold him dearly. The Frenchman smiled in his helmet and off they went to deliver the kittens.

The first stop was made to Bastien. He was delighted to meet his new companion. Then came Maurice and a well earned lunch break. Lucien and Mundy were left with Junior. While waiting for Victoria to finish her shift, they spent the afternoon in a park with the young cat.

"Mundy?"

"Yeah?"

"I had a thought about something you said."

"What is it?"

"Remember when you told me that there were things you wanted to do with me and that you hadn't had the chance before I went away?"

"Yeah."

"I think we should do one of them this evening." Lucien answered.

"What d'you have in mind?" Mundy asked.

"Surprise…!" Lucien teased. "But first, let us deliver this young man to his new mother." He scratched his namesake's jaw and the kitten purred.

"Alright, you lead the way."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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minhoslut · 4 years

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♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 2330

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter seven: party all night

After your heart to heart with Jin, the four of you in the pool we’re called in by Jimin for an early dinner. The three of you went to your separate rooms and changed into sweats before coming down to the table. You all laughed and talked through the entire meal, it made you forget the tears from earlier. You were happy here, it was warm and filled your heart. “Thanks for dinner! It was so good ~” You said beginning to clear the dishes. Hoseok joined you, washing the pots as you loaded the dishwasher.

The other boys wandered away to get ready as the two of you cleaned up. You put on some music, 10 minutes by Lee Hyori to start. You and Hobi sang along together, dancing along to the music. He grabbed your hand and spun you around, pulling you close to him so you could dance together. You giggled as he dipped you, watching him crack his own smile while he tried to be serious. Eventually, you did finish the job, though it took longer than it probably should have due to the dancing.

You clapped your hands and wiped them on your sweatpants. “I’m headed up to get ready then, thanks for the help Hobi~” You smiled brightly at him before skipping up the stairs to your bedroom. You pulled out a sparkly lavender two-piece set, the top a short crop with spaghetti straps, the bottom a simple miniskirt with a slit in the side. A chunky diamond choker with some matching earrings were your choice for jewelry this evening. Some white thigh highs and silver platform shoes with a single strap across the foot and one around the ankle . You gave yourself black cat eyeliner, some BB cream and some highlighter, then twirled in your mirror and blew yourself a kiss, then headed downstairs.

“Damn Y/N, looking good!” Jimin said as you came into the living room where he, Yoongi and Taehyung were sitting. Jimin was wearing black skinny jeans and a black belt with a white shirt tucked in, a yellow flannel and a black leather jacket topped it off . “Thanks Jimin, you guys all look great too!” You sat beside Yoongi who was wearing some black jeans and a black belt as well, a black long-sleeved button-up with rolled-up sleeves was tucked into it, he looked sleek and very handsome . Taehyung had black slacks on with a black and white grid pattern button-up underneath a red sweater on top, very sophisticated looking .

“Can you come help us move drinks?” Namjoon called from the pantry, you all stood up and went to grab some packs of alcohol, setting them up on the kitchen counter so people would have easy access to them. There wasn’t much else to set up since things were still left from the previous night, so now the eight of you were just waiting in the kitchen. You surveyed the remaining four men. Jin was wearing black jeans with rips on the knees, a black belt, a white t-shirt and a grey longline jacket on top . Namjoon was in some black slacks with a black t-shirt, a black belt cinching his waist and a long black flowing cardigan . Hoseok was dressed in a black and white striped shirt tucked into black jeans and a black belt, a bright red suit jacket bringing it all together . Finally, Jungkook who had some ripped blue jeans on, a black belt and a white t-shirt tucked in, a red, black and white diamond patterned cardigan on top .

You were reminded again just how handsome your seven roommates were. “Let’s do some shots!” Jungkook suggested pulling a bottle of tequila. You all cheered and Jimin grabbed some limes and the salt shaker. “Cheers!” Shooting back the drink, you welcomed the familiar warmth. It was fun to take shots with other people, so everyone ended up taking a few more and by the time people came you were all already tipsy. Hoseok turned the music on and you grabbed a vodka mixer to drink as you headed to the ‘dance floor’ which was really just the living room with the furniture pushed to the side.

You swayed to the music, twisting your hips seductively. It was so fun to dance, you loved it the most out of all party activities. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to find a handsome young man with fire-red hair and a sharp profile . “Hi, I’m Junmyeon, mind if I dance with you?” His voice was smooth and velvety, he had broad shoulders and was dressed in some black jeans and a green paisley dress shirt, a dark jean jacket to top it off . “Sure, I’m Y/N by the way, the new roommate living here.” You gave him a flirty smile before turning around and pressing against him so you two could sway together. His hands found place on your waist and you placed your free hand over his, keeping him close.

The two of you danced a while longer and eventually, you finished your drink so you grabbed Junmyeons hand and lead him to the drinks, pouring a fireball shot for each of you. You clinked your glasses and downed the drink, making a face at the spice. “So you go to school with the guys?” You asked leaning against the counter and tilting your head. “Yeah, I’m in a class with Jin, he’s a good study buddy.” You hmmed and played with his hands in yours. “You go to college with them too? I feel like I would’ve remembered seeing someone as pretty as you on campus…” Junmyeon said, a playful smirk on his face. You giggled, “Technically yes I am, but all my classes are online so you wouldn’t see me on campus, only here as of recently.”

The two of you chatted for a while longer, discussing your recent move and his own move as well. A few more shots were taken and then he brought you back to the living room, pulling you onto his lap. You pushed your forehead against his, feeling his hot breath on your face. You ran your hands through his vibrant locks then tipped your head to kiss him. He wasted no time running his tongue along your mouth, which you granted access to quickly. His lips were soft and warm and you felt addicted to kissing them, barely breaking apart to breathe. Junmyeons hands were holding your waist tightly, holding you against him, squeezing harder when you would grind against his thigh.

An idea came to mind and you smiled wickedly into the kiss before sliding off of him, purposefully dragging your hand across his crotch as you did. You beckoned him after you with a curl of your hand before you began weaving through the crowd, as you reached the stairs you turned to make sure Junmyeon was still following and found him hot on your heels, eyes aglow with lust. Skipping up the stairs with a giggle, you led the man behind you to your room, feeling him smack your ass a few times as you made your ascent.

Once you reached the door Junmyeon pushed you against it before you even got inside, his lips crashing into yours passionately. Breaking away and turning to open the door, he squeezed your ass and gave it another smack as you turned the doorknob. You pulled him into the room and pushed him down into the chair in the corner. You pushed the jacket he was wearing off his shoulders, making him shimmy out of it before tossing it across the room. Straddling his clothed thigh you shuddered at the contact on your heat through your pale blue lace mesh thong and his dark jeans. You began to grind against him slowly, small mewls of pleasure leaving your lips. You could feel him tensing against you, his breathing becoming heavy like your own, his hands found purchase on your hips once more holding you tightly.

Placing a delicate hand on his growing bulge, palming it as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You rested your head on his shoulder, pressing open mouth kisses to the honey-colored skin of his neck. He undid several of the buttons on his shirt, his smooth skin beaded with sweat similar to your own. You felt his groans vibrate in his throat as you began to move faster, unzipping his pants and fishing out his hard cock, begging to stroke in sync with your own movement. “Fuck.” Junmyeon almost growled as you moaned out his name. Just as you were reaching your peak, the moans falling from your lips almost non-stop, Junmyeon picked you up, making you whine in protest. “You ready for this baby girl?” He asked, his voice deep. One hand supported your body while the other pushed your skirt up and moved your panties aside. “Yes, please give me your cock~” You purred locking your hands around his neck.

He lowered you onto his cock slowly, still holding you with one hand on each side of your ass. “Yes, please more please~” You moaned as he bottomed out, filling you up perfectly. He bounced you on his dick while thrusting up at the same time, sucking purple marks on to your neck. “Good girl, taking my dick like a good little slut huh?” -- “Yes, yes, good girl for you, a slut for you Jun~” Junmyeon walked over to the bed, laying you down and sliding out, stroking his cock while you moaned wantonly for him to fuck you again. He pushed your top up so that your tits were released and leaned down to latch his mouth onto the right one as the rough pads of his fingers twisted the left. “Ahhhng~ Don’t stop baby.” You were a mess under him, desperate to be filled again, your hand rubbing at your clit.

Suddenly, Junmyeon pulled away and thrust back into you, making you cry out. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and pounded into you. His pace became relentless and his name wouldn’t stop leaving your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m close, should I pull out?” -- “No, no, you're fine, cum please fill me up, ahhh.” His sped up once more, leaning over you and rubbing your clit quickly bringing you close to your own orgasm. “Cum with me baby~” He said his voice deep and breathy, and with that, the string broke, your high hitting you hard just as Junmyeon reached his own. His hot seed filled your already soaked pussy, and you squirmed under him as he kept fucking you while stimulating your clit. With three final quick thrusts, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.

“Fuck that was hot, do you need anything before I go?” You just waved him off still breathing heavily. You heard the door open and shut, the music from the party faintly reaching your room. In your drunken mind, this seemed like the perfect time to now go for a swim. Slipping out of your outfit and jewelry and into a black one-piece with various fruits on it . Back downstairs, you twirled through the living room, ignored by the party-goers, and out onto the deck. You saw two men making out on one of the chairs, one with vibrant blue hair and giggled before you did a cannonball into the empty pool.

You stayed at the bottom of the pool, closing your eyes, laying flat on your back and using just a tiny bit of magic to keep you where you wanted. It was peaceful, you were contentedly drunk, submerged in water and happy. You opened your eyes as you heard someone else jump into the pool, seeing a head of silver hair plunge into the water. Joon. He swam towards you and you gave him a smile, but cocked your head when you realized he was fully clothed. The two of you surfaced together, “Why are you in clothes?” You asked thoroughly confused. “Water felt right.” Namjoon answered with a goofy smile. Laughing the both of you swam to the shallow end where you could stand.

You both couldn’t stop laughing and you leaned into Namjoons chest as you giggled together. “Hey idiot, what are you doing in the pool with your clothes on?” Jins voice rang out and you turned to look at him. Namjoon answered by sticking out his tongue and splashing water in Seokjins direction, making him gasp and you two to fall back into fits of laughter. “Alright you jokesters, get out already!” Jin shook his head as you both stumbled onto the deck, stopping Namjoon as he tried to enter the house. “You can’t go in like that!” He screeched. Namjoon surveyed himself and then began to strip right there. You clutched your stomach as you laughed unable to contain yourself. Yoongi came out then, giving Namjoon a look before asking, “What’s going on here?” You wiped the tears from your eyes, “Joonie decided to go for a swim but now he can’t go inside without taking his clothes off first.” Yoongi chuckled at the explanation and turned to Namjoon, who was now just in his boxers. “Come on let’s get you to bed.” He threw Namjoons arm over his shoulder and walked him into the house.

Jin turned to you, “And you missy, what are you doing?” -- “Mm, just playin’ around.” You sang. “Alright bed for you too.” You pouted but let Jin take your hand and lead you to your room. Jumping into your covers, despite still wearing a wet swimsuit, you sighed in content. “Are you gunna change?” Seokjin asked with a raise of his brow. “Why? Wanna help me?” You answered suggestively, “Hm, though you tempt me, it’s 4 am and I’m tired, so not tonight.” He winked at you and you smiled back, pulling the sheet over yourself and resigning to sleep.

#bangtanhq #bts #bts x reader #bts polyamory #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #park jimin #min yoongi #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #everything is not what it seems

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TJ’s Playlist Chapter 17

Story Summary: When Cyrus finds a playlist on TJ’s desktop full of old love songs, he realizes that TJ has never been a scary basketball guy but rather a huge sap. TJ just wished Cyrus could realize that all of those songs remind him of a certain boy who likes chocolate chocolate chip muffins without telling him directly.

With insecurities and fears almost set in stone, it’s hard for TJ to admit that he has a heart aching crush on Cyrus who is trying to avoid just that. Of course, it doesn’t seem like both of them are trying to get over each other when they’re always together.

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TJ looked over at Cyrus who could only give him a nod. TJ cracked a small smile, “That’s funny.”

Cyrus furrowed his brows, “What?”

“I mean,” TJ said as he casually flipped the page, “I always had the feeling there was something about Jonah that made you uncomfortable, and I guess I was right.”

“So, you were able to tell?”

“Before looking at the journal, no,” TJ shook his head.

“I mean, I promised once that I would tell you, but I guess you figured it out,” Cyrus said, looking down at his hands. “This doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Of course not,” TJ said, wrapping an arm around him, pulling him in to kiss his temple. “You know why?”

“Why?” Cyrus turned his head to place his forehead against TJ’s cheek.

“Because Jonah is never going to get a polaroid with you like this,” TJ said, pointing down at an open page. It was the picture where TJ and Cyrus were kissing on the lips, their eyes closed shut, already damaged from the flash of the previous photos. “Also,” TJ laughed, “it’d be silly of me to get mad weird about something from the past. I know you like me. You’re whipped.”

“Hey,” Cyrus pulled away, glaring at TJ for his joke as he started laughed. “You’re also whipped. You’ve been whipped since you put together that playlist for me.”

When an irresistible force

Such as you

Meets an old immovable object like me

You can bet as sure as you live

Something gotta give

“I shouldn’t have told you it was for you,” TJ snickered, pulling Cyrus back in to kiss him. “I should go home soon before your mom runs in here and chases me out.”

“She’d kick me out before you, honestly,” Cyrus smiled.

“I still don’t know how my parents are going to react,” TJ frowned, closing the journal and putting it to the side.

Cyrus reached out to hold TJ’s hand, “Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll be there, okay?”

“Oof,” TJ bit hit lips, “we still have to tell your dad and stepmom, too.”

“I’m starting to think I can tell them by myself. I’m actually going to my dad’s tomorrow, so I’m trying to get through this with the adrenaline I got from today. You can just meet my dad on a family game night”

“My family doesn’t have those,” TJ laughed. “Our usual bonding happens after one of us points out that we each haven’t seen Macaroni in a week, and we start to think he’s dead. I pretend to go look for him with them around the block, but I’m always in my room listening to music.”

“Why do you hate Macaroni?” Cyrus smiled, shaking his head.

“He’s suspicious. I don’t trust him,” TJ told him before pressing a kiss on Cyrus’ hand. “Anyways, if you change your mind about telling your dad by yourself, let me know, okay?”

“Got it. You’re the best.”

“Well, you bring out the best in me.”

When an irrepressible smile

Such as yours

Warms an old implacable heart

Such as mine

Don't say no

Because I insist

Somewhere, somehow, someone's gonna be kissed

TJ entered his home, looking around at the noir decoration and smiling. His parents were really goth kids at heart who somehow birthed an athlete. They still all painted their nails black for a family Christmas card that one year, though. He remembered his Nana being absolutely pissed. She was the reason every copy of it got burned.

He walked up the stairs, realizing there was nobody on the first floor. His parents were out on a date night, but he assumed Amber was in her room. He knocked on her door and didn’t get an answer. He poked at the sign Andi gave her and smiled before walking down the hall to his room. When he opened the door, he jumped a little at the sight of Amber laying down on his bed with Macaroni on her stomach.

“He’s getting fat,” TJ commented as he shut the door behind him. Macaroni was a skinny things just a few weeks ago

Amber didn’t bother turning to look at him, simply telling him, “He just chunky boy right now, leave him alone. You’re going to hurt his feelings.”

“He doesn’t have any,” TJ looked over at the cat who had his eyes shut as Amber stroked his head. “That’s how eats everything and anything he finds. Like the dead bird that was on the front lawn. I swear, I waited for me to get home just to eat it in front of me. He’s gross.”

“You loved him at one point,” Amber reminded him.

“Whatever,” TJ said before walking over to his desk chair. He turned on his computer and started looking for music. “We told his parents.”

“I’m happy for you, Teej,” Amber smiled at the ceiling, not meeting TJ’s eye. TJ found it weird but didn’t mention it. “Finally, after forever.”

“Hey,” TJ defended himself, “I thought they were going to hate me and keep me away from Cyrus. I still don’t know how mom and dad are going to react, though.”

“I don’t know either,” Amber whispered.

“Gee,” TJ rolled his eyes, “thanks for the positive reinforcement.”

“TJ,” Amber sat up, picking up Macaroni and cradling him in his arms. “I like Andi.”

“Oh,” TJ’s mouth fell open, trying to scatter through his memories to remember what he came out to her. All he could say was, “That’s gay.”

“Don’t say anything else. It’ll probably be dumber,” she told him, a small smile creeping onto her lips before fading out.

“Yeah, probably,” TJ sat back, his chair turned to her. He was staring at her, her sad eyes looking at the carpeting of his room. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing,” Amber shrugged, Macaroni purring as she continued to pet him behind the ears. “She’s with Jonah. She’s straight, TJ.”

“I thought Cyrus was straight,” TJ reminded her. “He’s dated a girl before. Maybe Andi is the same.”

“Not everybody is gay, TJ,” Amber said for the second time.

“Not with that negativity,” TJ stuck his tongue out at her. Amber rolled her eyes and put Macaroni to the side, only to have him climb back onto her lap. “He loves you.” Amber tried putting him to the side again, but he simply crawled back to where he was.

“He knows I need cheering up,” Amber smiled, starting to stroke the cat again. “See, he’s not so bad. You just don’t like him because he cuddles with Cyrus.”

“Maybe so,” TJ scoffed. TJ studied his sister’s face, her frown in the spotlight, “Honestly, Amber. Please don’t get sad about Andi. She’s your friend.”

“I’m going to tell her, and I’m going to lose her friendship,” Amber told him determinedly.

“What?” TJ raised a brow. “No. You’re not going to do that. I mean, you can tell her, but you can’t lose her. You won’t lose her.”

“I will. She’s going to straight up hate me. Punch me in the nose. Run away. Never make me another bracelet.”

“How many bracelets has she made for you?” TJ asked.

Amber held up her wrist, “19.”

“Oh wow,” TJ said. “That’s gay.”

“She’s straight, TJ,” Amber sighed.

“Then just come out to her,” TJ suggested.

“You and Cyrus aren’t even out to her,” Amber reminded him.

“Okay, but like,” TJ licked his lips, trying to find an explanation, “she’s not my main or anything.”

“Have you told Reed or Lester or anyone on the basketball team?”

“I haven’t talked to them in a while, actually,” TJ looked up to his ceiling, a picture of his infamous friends in the corner. “I don’t want them near Cyrus.”

“That makes you a good boyfriend, honestly,” Amber smiled. “I wish you would’ve been a good brother and kept them away from you.”

“Invalid,” TJ pointed his finger, “I didn’t know they would do that.”

“I had to cut 10 inches off my hair, TJ. 10! That’s a lot,” Amber yelled

“It’s hair, it grows back,” TJ rolled his eyes.

“Okay, then. Shave your hair off.”

“No,” TJ reached up to run his fingers through his hair, “I just got a boyfriend.”

“Isn’t it your one month tomorrow?” Amber asked him.

“Yes, it is,” TJ cocked a smile. “We’re going to see a movie tomorrow.”

“That’s cute,” Amber smiled, looking down at the cat on her lap who was purring nonstop. “Do you think he knows he’s going to die soon?”

TJ coughed, “What?”

“He’s getting old, TJ,” Amber reminded him, picking up the cat to smother him with her face. Macaroni started licking her nose.

“So? He probably has a couple of years left,” TJ crossed his arms, his smile completely gone.

“Maybe,” Amber shrugged as she moved Macaroni back down.

“You’re just saying this to make me feel something about Macaroni,” TJ accused her.

Amber smirked, “Maybe.”

“You’re still evil,” TJ rolled his eyes, “and here I thought that Andi had changed you.”

“We’re still Amber and TJ, children of Viktor Kippen.”

“The man who cries when he hears a g note on the piano?” TJ snickered.

“My Chemical Romance means a lot to him. Your middle name was almost Gerard, but mom didn’t like how it looked with a J, and she was stuck on the nickname TJ. Actually, does Cyrus even know what TJ stands for?” TJ bit down on his lips, his eyes pretending to wander around the room. “TJ!” Amber laughed. “Why not?”

“It hasn’t come up,” TJ shrugged, a smile on his lips. “Also, sometimes I forget how to spell it. I’ll tell him when we get married.”

“You’re wild,” Amber rolled her eyes. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and smiled, TJ already recognizing the look she got on her face.

“Andi?” TJ asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

“Yeah,” Amber smiled, typing something quickly with one hand. “By the way, we should come out to mom and dad.”

“What?” TJ quickly sat back, his swivel chair completely leaning back and startling him. He quickly regained his composure and sat at the end of his chair, looking directly at his sister like she was telling him she going to cook Macaroni for dinner. “Amber, you’re the wild one,” TJ spit out.

“It’ll be easier. You can still invite Cyrus,” Amber told him, not looking away from her phone.

“Amber, no,” TJ shook his head, his grip on the arms of his swivel chair.

“I’m going to do it soon,” Amber told him. “You don’t have to do it with me, obviously. You can do it when you’re ready. I’m ready.”

“So soon?” TJ scrunched his face up, a nauseated look starting to come up just like the dinner at Cyrus’.

“We’re two different people, Teej. I need to know now if they’re going to kick me out on the streets or if I can keep looking for colleges.”

“They won’t do that to you,” TJ bit his lip. He didn’t know, actually. Part of him wanted Amber to tell them before he did, so he could see if it was safe for him to go on and tell them. The other part of him, was still the little boy that wanted to do everything with his older sister, no matter how much it scared him.

“At the end of the day, TJ,” Amber told him, giving him a weak smile, “I just want you to be safe and feel secure, okay?”

“I want the same for you, too,” TJ found himself whispering.

“What?��

TJ repeated himself for clearly the second time, “I want the same for you. Let’s tell them together, Ambs. I swear I won’t chicken out. Anything they tell you, they’re going to have to tell me, too.” Amber gave him a huge smile, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I love you,” Amber mouthed a thim, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I love you, too,” TJ smiled before peering into Macaroni’s open eyes. “You’re okay sometimes, Mac.” Macaroni let out a hiss in TJ’s direction before rubbing his head back into Amber’s hand.

The three hung out in TJ’s room for a little while longer, TJ going through music and Amber sending snapchats of Macaroni to Andi. Then the door downstairs shut close. TJ and Amber quickly looked at each other with wide eyes when they heard the familiar, “We’re home!” from Pearl down stairs.

“Shit, right now?” TJ asked her, quickly turning off his desktop.

“Oh, shit,” Amber stood up, putting Macaroni on the ground, “I thought we would have like three hours to plan it out.”

“Wait, so in three hours?” TJ asked her, also standing up, not knowing what to do.

“No, you already said right now,” Amber stuck out her tongue at him. She pressed her hand over her heart, “My heart is either pumping adrenaline or too much blood that I might get a blood clot, so let’s go do this before I change my mind.” Amber looked at TJ who seemed to be getting paler by the second, “Let’s go before you change your mind.”

TJ cleared his throat, “Right.” Amber and TJ marched out of the bedroom, Macaroni trailing behind them curiously as they walked down the stairs, passing their family photos hung in black frames, all the way to the kitchen entrance.

“Mom, dad,” Amber announced as the stepped in, Viktor setting up boiling water for the cup noodle he had in his hand and Pearl going through their snack pantry.

“Offspring,” Viktor gave them a peace sign as Amber went to take a seat at the kitchen table, TJ not being able to move once he was two feet into the kitchen.

“Don’t be weird, Viktor,” Pearl told him, pulling out a box of Poptarts and a bottle of mustard.

“You’re the weirdo. You put mustard on your Poptarts,” Viktor stuck out his tongue at his wife, who blew a kiss back, TJ clutching his hands to the side, watching Amber sit casually in their chair as if nothing was going to change in the next five minutes, and TJ really was overwhelmed now, the motion of standing still becoming too much.

"I'm gay!" TJ screamed.

"What?" Pearl blinked her eyes quickly, turning to look at TJ.

"Yeah, me too," Amber said monotonously in the background; the cup noodle Viktor was holding hit the ground, Macaroni immediately going after it.

"What?!" Pearl and Viktor said in unison quickly turning to their oldest kid.

"Cyrus is my boyfriend," TJ found himself saying, wanting to get it over with. Viktor and Pearl were looking between their kids and the between each other, Viktor not knowing what to do with the fact that Macaroni was chewing through the foam cup.

"I know I've dated boys, but I don't really think I like them at all," Amber admitted, the sound of Macaroni crunching on the hard noodles through the plastic starting to fill the room

"Okay, okay," Viktor waved one hand around furiously, the other one scooping up Macaroni, "let's focus. Amber," he pointed at her, "you're a lesbian." Amber gave him a peace sign. Viktor then turned to TJ, "You're gay and your friend Cyrus has actually been your boyfriend this entire time."

“Yes,” TJ nodded, biting down on his lips after speaking.

"Okay, wow," Viktor sighed, leaning against the counter. Macaroni started licking his face. "This is fine. I'm glad you kids told us."

"Yeah," Pearl went over to Amber to warp her arms around her and plant a kiss on the top of her head, "thank you for telling us."

That’s it?

"You're not… upset because I'm gay?" TJ asked, watching his dad place Macaroni on the counter. He bent down to pick up the remnants of the cup noodles. It was a mistake, though. Macaroni immediately walked over to the box of Pop Tarts, sticking his head inside, and biting into one through the wrapping. TJ didn’t even know why he was paying attention to the stupid cat when he was in an important conversation. Everything was moving so slow now, TJ thought as Viktor dropped the noodles again and went to go pull Macaroni away from the box. Viktor stuck his fingers in Macaroni’s mouth to get out the wrapping, Macaroni’s fat body unable to get away from his grip. TJ wanted to laugh at them, but he forced himself to look away and turned to his mom.

"Honey," his mom frowned, still holding tight onto Amber. "We have bigger problems than matching your prom tie to another prom tie instead of a dress. Actually, that’s a lot easier. We’ll get two of the same ties. Unless you want to wear the dress then-"

"Do you think he can fit into your prom dress if he tried?" his dad eagerly interrupted, cradling an upset Macaroni in his arms. TJ smiled at the cat’s supposed frown on his face.

"Honey, please. Black isn't his color,” Pearl rolled her eyes, pulling up a chair next to Amber. She patted the table and said, “Sit, boys.”

“We’re men,” Viktor joked, bending down to put Macaroni down on the floor. Macaroni immediately went for the cup noodle that was still on the floor, bit into, and ran past TJ, out the kitchen with the noodles in his tiny jaw. With his hands on his hips, Viktor leaned back and yelled, “Fuck!” before chasing after the cat. Amber and TJ grinned as their dad disappeared into the living room as Pearl tried to hide her smile behind her hands clasped on her mouth.

“TJ,” Pearl said, a small laugh spilling out, “come sit with us.” TJ looked out the kitchen once more before sitting down at the table. “Okay, kids, I guess this is a perfect time to talk.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for dad?” Amber asked, her neck turning to see if he’d walk through soon. There were cuss words and TJ was almost sure he heard their coffee table being knocked over.

“He knows what I’m going to say. We’ve been talking about it,” Pearl smiled at them, her eyes instantly narrowing when she heard glass break. “Viktor!” she yelled.

“It was the cat!” Viktor shouted back. He walked back in a few seconds later with pieces of foam and hard noodle in his hands, dumping them in the trash before sitting down. Viktor sat at the table, folded his hands like he would in a business meeting, and announced in a fake deep voice to Pearl, “He broke the vase your mom gave us for Christmas but be easy on the poor fella who might need to get his stomach pumped.”

“You’re lying,” Pearl didn’t hesitate to tell him, Viktor immediately looking away from her. “I know when you’re lying Viktor Kippen. You knocked that vase over on purpose because you hated it.”

“I did not,” Viktor said, his voice a lot quieter now.

“I hated the vase, too. I don’t care,” Pearl smiled at him.

“Oh thank Gerard Way,” Viktor let out a sigh. “Are having the talk with the kids now, or?”

“No, we’re going to tell them we’re forcing them into a family heavy metal band with us.”

“Okay,” Viktor licked his lips, going back into business mode, “the band’s name will be-“

“Viktor,” Pearl laughed, a weird smile on her face. For some reason, seeing that smile caused Viktor to erupt into a fit of laughter that echoed through their house. TJ hadn’t seen his parents mess around like this since he was a lot younger. They had aged so much in a few months, and he felt like he was watching them go back into their old carefree selves before him.

“Who let us have kids, I swear,” Viktor tried to contain his laughter, failing time and time again. Amber was laughing along with him, her resemblance to the Kippen’s bursting through. Pearl and TJ sat there, looking at each other with their smiles plastered on there face, knowing that for the first time in a long time, they were all finally happy.

“Okay, okay,” Pearl patted the table, “let’s focus.” Viktor took a deep breath before sitting up straight. “Kids, we just wanted to remind you guys that we love you.”

“That’s it?” Amber raised a brow.

“Gee, Pearl, this one really is yours,” Viktor said, ruffling Amber’s hair and leaving most of it in her face. “No, I love you back.”

“You told me you loved me two minutes after meeting me,” Pearl reminded him.

“Amber has known us her whole life,” Viktor said, pretending to be sad, looking over Amber with dramatic sad eyes. TJ really couldn’t believe that goofball of a man worked in marketing and raised a hell of an athlete and a teenage girl. Hell was a teenage girl, anyways.

“I love you guys, too,” Amber rolled her eyes as she fix her hair, a smile in the corner of her lips. The three of them turned to look at TJ who simply shook his head.

“I love you, too,” TJ smiled.

Cyrus and TJ met up at the Kippen’s to go watch the movie Saturday morning. TJ literally called Cyrus the second he got into his bedroom after the whole fiasco in the kitchen and told him almost every little detail, simply leaving out the parts about Amber. The conversation ended with TJ yelling at Macaroni for throwing up on his floor and a family trip to the vet.

Cyrus knocked on the door, wishing on every single star in the sky that TJ’s parents wouldn’t answer. He was happy they were out to two thirds of the parents, but he felt like he still had to deal with the initial awkwardness, and he was already trying to figure out how to make himself invisible.

“Cyrus!” Viktor joyfully answered. He was wearing an old band t-shirt and Spongebob pajama pants, a mug of coffee in one hand. “Come in. TJ is almost done getting ready,” Viktor held the door open for Cyrus to walk in through. “Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll call him,” Viktor motioned to the couch with a tilt of his head. “TJ! Your boyfriend is here!” he yelled before casually walking into the kitchen. Cyrus watched Viktor go away before going to sit down and checking his phone.

That’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.

Viktor walked back out with Pearl who had Macaroni under her arm like the morning newspaper. Cyrus sat up a little straighter as he watched them sit on the couch diagonal from him. He didn’t dare look away from his phone, feeling like he was going to accidentally make eye contact with them.

“Mom, dad,” TJ said in a complain-like tone, “why can’t you guys be cool for the five seconds Cyrus is in this house.”

“We are being cool,” Viktor defended them, holding Macaroni up like a trophy. Macaroni looked absolutely miserable, and TJ almost felt bad for him.

“If you were cool, you would’ve stayed in the kitchen,” TJ shook his head before looking over at Cyrus, a smile instantly framing his face. “Hey, Cyrus.”

“Hey, TJ,” Cyrus said, quickly standing up. “Ready to go?”

“Oh gosh, Viktor, did you see how his face lit up,” Pearl whispered loudly.

“Mom,” TJ took a deep breath before walking up to Cyrus.

“Sorry,” Pearl bit her lip, containing back a smile.

“We’ll be back soon,” TJ said, pulling Cyrus out the door by the hand.

“Take care of him, Cy,” Viktor yelled out before TJ shut the door.

“I’m so sorry they’re my parents,” TJ told him, immediately wrapping an arm around Cyrus’ shoulders.

“I don’t mind. I’m really glad they’re fine with everything,” Cyrus told him.

“You can say they freaked you out. I don’t care.”

Cyrus turned to look up at him and gave him a nervous grin, “Maybe a little.”

TJ took the chance to give Cyrus a quick peck on the lips before saying, “Sorry about that. They’ve been acting like kids again. Just, fun kids. Not annoying, bratty, selfish kids.”

“I’m really happy for you, honestly,” Cyrus told him.

“I’m happy, too,” TJ smiled, pressing the side of his head down Cyrus’ temple, “thank you for this one month.”

So on guard

Who knows what the faiths have in store

From there fast mysterious sky

I'll try hard ignoring those lips I adore

But how long can anyone try

Cyrus was late for math, and if he was late for math, TJ was going to wonder where he was, and then TJ would call him in the middle of class, getting his phone confiscated and sent to the office where only Pearl or Viktor could pick it up which meant TJ and him might lose their Snapchat streak. He was busting a mission from the principal’s office where Dr. Metcalf has asked him some questions about a journalism club all the way to his math class across school. He had a pass, but still.

He quickly stopped by his locker to switch something out, and he noticed the mob of boys walking his way. He ignored it and tried shoving his school supplied into his locker as quickly ass possible without anything spilling out. The boys were getting closer, and he could’ve sworn one of them said, “That’s him. His name is Cyrus.”

He refused to look, and he quickly zipped his backpack back up and swung it back on. But when he shut his locker and turned around, he was surrounded by a wall of boys. Tall boys. Basketball boys. Scary basketball guys. Eight of them.

“You Cyrus?”

“Yes?” Cyrus tried to stand tall. It was kind of impossible.

“You TJ’s boy?”

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight it with all of our might

Chances are some heavenly star spangled night

You'll find out

As sure as we live

Something's really got to give

Tbh this is my favorite chapter. I love the Kippen’s if you can’t tell. ALSO I DIDNT EDIT AND IM HALF DEAD RN SO IF SOMETHING DOESNT MAKE SENSE IM SORRY

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