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kuroororo · 4 years

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The Tales of KurooCat and a Broke College Student (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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No, I don’t know what was going on in my head when I decided to write this. And yes, all chara’s are 18+ ❤️ like usual!! Also this is kinda fantasy ish? Like i said, idk what my head went through to make this—

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For the majority of your life, you’ve been alone.

With no friends, absentee parents, and your sweet grandma now in heaven, you spend your days and your inheritance at the college campus. Thankfully, you’re living on a full-ride scholarship so you can stretch your grandmas money pretty far. But until when? Until you graduate and get a job? Until you move into your own home, which will be just as lonely as your last one?

You’ll always be alone. And you’ve fully resigned yourself to that fate.

It was raining in the city. On most days you’d stay at the corner cafe and work on your studies, but too many people have been coming in to seek shelter from the rain. What used to be your quiet haven has now become a rendezvous point for lost souls trying not to get wet. It’s pretty hard to concentrate with all the murmurs and squeaky shoes. Maybe the library will be a more suitable place to study.

So you packed your things and left the cafe. You’d didn’t have an umbrella, but you did have a hood. Slowly, you walked down the sidewalk as passerby’s ran past you to get out of the rain. Subtly, you wondered why they were in a rush. Maybe that man with the blue jacket had a meeting he was late for, maybe that woman with the pink umbrella has to pick up her kid from daycare. Who knows. Whatever it was, the rush in their steps meant they had meaning in their life, whether it be for a job or their family.

You stopped walking and looked up towards the clouds. Did you have meaning to your life? Was there a reason why you were put into this world? The sound of raindrops and remote silence answered you. There wasn’t anyone else on the sidewalk anymore, all found shelters in stores or their destination. With a sigh, you looked back down and continued walking.

Until you heard something come from the alley.

You jolted and peered into the small space, almost sure it was nothing and just your imagination. Until you heard it again.

A low threatening growl reverberated through the alley way, a menacing hiss following. You heard another hiss, this one quieter but struck cold fear down your spine. Just as you were about to step into the alley, multiple crashes bounced off the trash cans before they all clattered to the ground. To your utter dismay, a snake slithered out of the rubbish and headed deeper into the alley.

And a lone black cat limped into the open.

It was a rather small tom with a tuff of hair covering its eye. It made out two, weak steps before his front leg gave in and collapsed onto the floor.

Biting your lip, you looked around to see if there was anyone else around to help. Nobody. Carefully, you crouched down beside the cat and raised a hand to poke its ear.

“Are you dead?”

His ear twitched and the uncovered eye opened and stared at you with as much attitude as a human could muster. Almost like it was saying “What do you think?”

“Guess not.”

You looked around again to check if anyone was coming by, but the streets were just as empty as they were the first time. Sighing, you took off your hoodie and used it to gather the cat in your arms.

“I’d call animal control, but it’d probably suck if we both had to wait in the rain, huh?” After wrapping the cat comfortably, careful of it’s wounded paw, you smiled down at him. “And you haven’t bitten me yet, so why don’t we head down to the clinic and get out of the rain together?”

You didn’t really know why you were talking to a cat, or talking to a cat like it was human. And you didn’t know why you were bothering anyways. All you know is that you weren’t expecting a mewl back followed with a nod.

It was...almost human like.

You shook your head and ignored it, starting your detour to the vet.

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“He only has some minor puncture wounds and a sprained ankle. Thankfully, it seems as though the snake that attacked him wasn’t venomous or else he would’ve been dead by now.”

“That’s a relief,” You said, toweling your hair. The staff were nice enough to lend you an extra towel seeing that you entered the clinic soaking wet. “Who knew there would be snakes in the city...”

The man at the counter only shrugged. “Beats me. Also, we didn’t end up finding a tracker chip on the cat either.”

He didn’t have a chip? Maybe his owners didn’t care to put one in, but then again isn’t that protocol now?

Maybe he didn’t have a home after all.

The thought made your heart twist in a familiar, dull, and bittersweet way. What would have happened if there was no one around to help him? Would he be hurt by himself in that alley still? All alone with no one to care about him and worry if he didn’t come home?

Would anyone be worried if I didn’t come home either?

“He could stay here so we could watch over his wounds for the night. The higher vets will probably decide what to do with him later.”

You snapped your head towards the employee and nodded.

“Sounds good. Do you mind if I wait here til the storm ends? It seems like it got worse out there and I really don’t wanna get wet again.”

“Oh, sure!” He said, gesturing towards the waiting room. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You gave him a grateful smile and took a seat in one of the plush chairs. The fabric was cat printed, worn down with use. Deciding that this place is as good as any, you pulled out your laptop from your backpack to continue studying. You read at least four lines from your online textbook before and exasperated nurse rushed out from the back room door.

“Koda?” The nurse said, a bit disheveled. “Can you lend me a hand back here?”

“What’s the problem?”

“That cat won’t let go of her damn sweater!”

What?

You set your laptop down and started headed over to the front desk? “Is there an issue?”

Koda looked back at you with an uneasy smile. “It’s nothing, Miss. It’s just that we’re having a little trouble getting your sweater back. That cat seems to like it a lot. We’ll have it handled shortly.”

And with that, he retreated to the back room with the nurse. You stood there as the sounds of curses, crashes, and distressed meows sounded from behind the door. You leaned over the desk comically, to get a better hear, but after a few more telltale sounds of struggle, you heard one of the nurses cheer.

“YES!- WAIT, NO-“

The door handled jiggled a bit before opening, revealing the black cat balancing from the door handle. In shock, you could only stare with your mouth agape as you two made eyecontact.

“Reowrr!”

And with that declaration, he pounced at you.

You shrieked, half catching him and half guarding yourself before stumbling back and landing on your ass. You blinked and laid there in shock for two seconds before the sounds of purring and the feeling of a tiny head rubbing your neck pulled you out of your stupor.

“Uhm, hey kitty?” You brought a hand up to stroke soft black fur. The cat responded by pawing at your neck and purring louder. You caught the sight of a white bandage wrapped around his front left leg.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am!” The female nurse called out. She came through the door out of breath and glared at the cat. “He wouldn’t let go of your sweater no matter what we tried. Once we got on claw out, he sunk the other one in- He even nipped at me a couple times!”

“He was grabbing at it....Even with his hurt leg?”

The nurse nodded. “Mhm, he was not going to let it go. Until Koda came in to help, that is.”

As if on cue, Koda came in through the door with your torn up sweater.

“Uhm...I’m sorry, miss. That cat right there really put up a fight.”

You moved to stand up, one hand still holding the cat. The other reached out to retrieve your ripped up college sweater that cost $50. You grimaced, holding the tattered clothes. What a waste.

Little licks returned your attention to the furry trouble maker in your arms. Contentedly, he nuzzled further into your nape, a little cold nose poking patterns into your skin. Koda scratched the back of his head. “Well, he sure likes you a lot. Are you sure he isn’t yours?”

You shook your head. “Never had a cat in my life.”

“Do you want one now?”

You turned to the nurse, shocked at the amount of seriousness in her eyes. You then looked down at the fur ball.

“I don’t know..”

Koda made a move to come closer, to pry the cat out of your hands. Sensing the movement, the turned its head and hissed at him, batting at the air with his claws out. “Yeesh! Well he doesn’t like us. And he’ll probably give us hell if we keep trying to help him.” You raised hand to scratch behind the catss ear and he let out a happy mewl.

You thought about it for a bit. Pets weren’t allowed in the dorms. But then again...It’s only breaking the rules if you get caught, right? And you didn’t have a roommate anyways...But-

As if sensing your indecision, the cat meowed at you and patted your face, making you look at it’s brown eyes. You sighed.

“I guess I could take him in...”

“Perfect! We’ll get started on your registration papers now-“

And that’s how you ended up here. With a freshly bathed cat and a bag full of over priced pet supplies.

“And what do you want to name the little rascal?” Koda asked, as you filled in the papers.

You looked down at the cat laying on your feet and noticed how there was a darker splotch of black at the end of its tail.

“...How about Kuroo. It means black tail.”

Koda grinned at you. “Perfect! And would you like to get him neutered?”

At the sound of the word, Kuroo jumped up from your feet and started scratching at your legs hurriedly, meowing in protest. When you looked down, he was shaking his head so vigorously, you were sure he would snap his neck. And he looked like he was sweating.

Can cats even sweat?

Koda seemed to notice this too.

“Guess not.”

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The rain ended up stopping after you completed Kuroo’s papers. You walked down the street with the cat in your arms as the sun started to peek and shine from behind the clouds.

It was nice. And almost blinding.

“What have I gotten myself into.” You sighed, looking down at your new companion. You were carrying him like a baby as he stared up at you. He did that a lot. Just look at you. Normally, you’d be freaked out if someone was watching you for no reason, but then again, this is a cat. Letting go of another sigh, you lifted a hand up and placed a boop on his nose.

Kuroo sneezed.

“You know, Kuroo. You’re gonna be more trouble than your worth.” You mused out loud. A small black paw reached up and batted your chin, almost as if it were attempting to return the favor. “But then again, what’s there to lose.

“It beats being alone again.”

A small noise reverberated from the cat. It sounded a little sad...But can cats do that?

Maybe it was your imagination.

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When you got to your dorm, you set up Kuroos stuff right at the edge of your bed. There was his food bowl, his pillow, a scratching post, his toys. You even opened the window for him in case he wanted to go out every once in a while.

“We’re on the first floor so it shouldn’t be too hard getting in here again. If you want to, of course.” Again, you had no idea why you were talking to a cat. But Kuroo didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he hopped onto your bed and made himself comfortable after kneading your pillow. You shook your head and got ready for bed.

Kuroo insisted on staying with you on the bed, always hopping up again after you set him down on the floor. After the third time you felt the bed dip from his weight, you gave up and snuggled into his fur.

“You’re definitely more trouble than your worth. Be glad your cute.” You said, kissing his little head. Kuroo purred in satisfaction and pressed his face against your lips more, as if asking for more kisses. You only laughed.

At least you weren’t alone anymore.

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The weekends were kind to you, as always. You were thankful for the extra hours of sleep.

When the sunlight finally started peeking through your eyelids, you only groaned and snuggled deeper into the warmth of your pillow.

But it didn’t feel like a pillow.

And did your pillow always feel that heavy?

As if to answer your earlier groan, you heard your cat purr deeply, the rumbles relaxing you instantly.

It’s okay, the pillow just feels heavy because Kuroo was on it-

But that didn’t explain why you felt like you were hugging bare skin though.

You almost ignored it and fell back asleep before you felt your pillow shift and a pair of arms wrap around you.

WhaT-

Your eyes snapped open as you shot up, knocking your head into something hard in the process.

“W-Wha-“ You cries, holding ur bruised forehead.

There in your bed, with arms still around your waist, whilst groaning in pain, laid a terribly handsome man with black hair and-

Cat ears?

Your eyes caught something move behind him under the sheet, the furry end of a tail sticking out.

Brown eyes opened and stared at you.

He had the same color eyes as Kuroo...

Arms loosened around your waist and stretched.

“Morning...”

You screamed.

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Part 2 Part 3

YEET

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diigbydog · 6 years

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you answered my riddle

Riddler (x Female!reader?) oneshot

word count: 1842

A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing ed, and first in a long time writing a fic, so i am looking forward to what you all think! i hope you all enjoy! it dosnt get very romantic but there is scenes of tension and implied interest! i may do a follow up if people want one!

It had been a normal day at the club. It was around 9pm on a friday night and the club was packed with patrons, tables were full and the dancefloor was lively. I had worked there for around 3 months now and every day was the same, different people but same routine. My colleagues are nice, and we tend to joke about particularly extravagant customers. The customers usually behaved themselves, even the criminal ones. A local band was playing on stage, they were better than most acts we've had in the past, But unfortunately they were interupted by 3 loud gunshots coming from backstage.

Suddenly, four armed men wearing masks charged onto stage pushing the performers onto the dancefloor "Alright, everyone stay where you are! dont move!" one of them demanded as he pointed his gun to the ceiling and let off a few more warning shots. Their guns turned to the crowd of terrified gothamites. A chuckle could be heard, followed by "good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Im afraid tonights entertainment has been altered slightly!" I focused on the figure walking onto stage, it was a tall man in a stunning green suit and black bowler hat, the riddler, without a doubt. "- you're all going to be my entertainment now!" He chuckled into the microphone. I hadnt moved from the spot i was in when the first gunshot was fired. I couldnt seem to move yet my eyes were fixated on him. He continued to spew his selfcentered nonsense, carelessly waving around the pistol in his hand "now i dont want to hurt any of you lovely people, but im affraid unless the bar staff give me all of the cash out of the register, oh and answer my riddle, well you will all have to die, and we dont want that now, do we?"

I felt my heart beat faster as he jumped off the stage and started to carve a path through the crowd, directly towards me, one of his masked goons following close behind, empty cloth bag in hand. As he got closer i slowly raised the empty tray, that i was holding, to my chest, clutching it with both hands. A smirk spread accross his face as he pointed the gun at me and purred "c'mon now dear. Dont keep me waiting."

Nodding, i backed up towards the bar, placing the tray down next to the register. Riddler hopped up and sat on the countertop, speaking once again into the microphone as i opened the cash register and stepped aside to let the goon do his work. "Now whilst this lovely young lady is getting my money. Lets see if any of you can answer my riddle! Three tries to get it right! and if you dont?" Another gunshot into the ceiling.

By this time it was just plain irritating, so i plucked up some courage and interupted before he sould announce his riddle "Y'know riddler if you wanna leave here alive you might want to stop shooting the bloody ceiling, it'll fall down before you've finished running your mouth" i instantly regreted speaking as his head spun violently to stare at me, a look of suprise on his face. I could see his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to say something horrible, but he just smiled sarcastically and muttered "thanks for the heads up, darling,"

"now where was i, ah yes! my riddle!" he said, slowly turned his head back to the crowd "A most delicious thing, it can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting."

He looked at the faces of the crowd. Confused, fearful, and contemplating their careful answers, whispering between eachother. I watched as the masked man took out the last of the cash from the register. The riddle wouldnt stop repeating in my head. As I looked to the crowd to see if anyone had an answer, a man stood up and raised his hand. "You sir! What may your answer be! Remember, you all only get three tries!"

"Cake? The answer is cake." The man stuttered "its delicous and soft. But can be bitter if its a leaving present!"

The riddlers face turned from an amused smirk to pure anger "NO!" He widely strode over to the man who had now fallen to his knees in fear "CAKE?! WHO WAKES UP DUE TO CAKE?!" I look away as he strikes the man over the head with the base of his gun, knocking him out.

Riddler brushed himself off, sighing in frustration, slowly striding back to the counter, making eyecontact with me. I felt deep down that i knew the answer, and i couldnt let these people die, i could wait until someone else goes to answer, but then if i was wrong i would have to watch him shoot up the building, atleast if i got this wrong he would knock me unconcious. so i timidly raised my hand.

"so, you think you know the answer, 'ey?" He grinned as he leant over the counter, resting his hands under his chin.

"Yes. I think i do." "Well then, please, " he continues to repeat his riddle once more, making sure to emphasise each word of importance. "what. am. i?" "a kiss. Thats my answer, a kiss"

a long pause ensued as he turned round, straightening himself up and adjusting his hat. i felt as if i couldn't breath, i had no idea what would happen if i was wrong. then he spoke up.

"well, you are all safe, congratulations!" i let out a relieved sigh, i could breath again. Police sirens could start to be heard in the distance, riddler and his men start to head back to the stage "aaaand that is our call to go boys! I bid you all farewell! sorry for the inconvenience" And with that, riddler and his goons dissapeared backstage.

-1 week later-

Everything was back in order. The ceiling had been fixed and our doors were open once again. The only thing that was different was that the manager provided all employees with switchblades, for self defence of course.

Today it was my job to clean out the storage room(aka the basement). we store everything down there, from non perishable food to extra seating, and it was my turn to organise it. "Now where to start" i muttered to myself, deciding after some contemplating to start with the largest items and making my way to the smaller ones.

Around 2 hours into my mission, i heard the door to the basement creak open, i thought nothing of it as it was probably one of my co-workers looking for a new chair, it wasnt uncommon for a customer to request an extra one. But as the footsteps got closer i realised i didnt recognise the click of heels on the stone floor (no one i work with wears heels, were on our feet all day, why would we suffer through heels!) Fearing the worst i grabbed my blade out of my back pocket and turned round, pointing it at the unknown figure.

As i focused, i realised that edward nygma, the riddler, had returned once again. Although this time, instead of his dazzling green suit, he was sporting some matte black heeled dress shoes, fitting black trousers, a shirt with rolled up sleves and a form fitting waistcoat. Not to mention the extravigant black tie, deccorated with green question marks.

"Riddler" i shakily said, standing my ground as he walked towards me, stopping just infront of the blade i was holding .

"Hello again-" he glanced down, his hands reaching up to gently prise the blade out of my hand, admitely i was not fighting back, i was far too intimidated to fight back. "Thats enough of that. Im not here to harm you, y'know" he said, in a somewhat comforting tone. I took one step back, distancing myself as he was admiring the blade "atleast your boss isnt cheap, this is a nicely made knife" he looked up at me "now, if i give you this back, you promise to calm down?" He softly asked, gently holding the now closed switchblade out to me.

I hesitated, but nodded and accepted his offer, letting out a small sigh as i put the blade back into my pocket. Riddler calmly sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable "Now, isnt that better" he smiled. I stay silent. "you can talk yknow, im not going to bite!" "I just still dont quite understand why you are here..." i paused, not knowing how to reffer to him "Please, call me edward" "right, edward, why come back alone?" "well, to see you of couse!" "but....why? that dosnt explain anything" "you answered my riddle, plus, ive been fascinated with you since you started working here." me? yes i have seen edward in our club with oswald cobblepot in the past, and i have served him but fascinated? "well...im flattered, i really am, but fascinated? how?"

"well ive never seen you loose your temper, even with oswald and his demands, its quite impressive" he explained, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees "i wandered if you would tell me more about yourself?" i smiled and blushed, slowly starting to get back to my work, talking as i go "im afraid there isnt much to tell, im not that interesting, deffinately not compared to you and your company"

Ed pulled himself out of his chair to stand close besides me, handing me a fork to add to my pile "oh quite the contrary, anyone with saint's patience like you must have something interesting to tell" looking up into his eyes i saw the determination he had to make me talk, i knew we couldnt talk here, there was too much risk, considering the camera that was placed in the far corner of the room, currently not capturing eds presence. i turned my body to face him as i took the fork out of his hand, thumb slightly brushing his fingertips.

"well,ed, if you really want to know more, i think we should meet some other time, im sure you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were here, would we?" i said, gesturing over to the camera.

His face dropped as he realised the risk "i suppose you are right, give me a time and place and i'll be there."

"wow, you are determinded, aren't you? fine, meet me near the lake in the park, tomorrow at 7:30, deal?" i cannot belive i just suggested that. "we have a deal. i shall see you then" i cannot belive he just agreed to that. and with that, he skipped up the stairs, 2 steps at a time, stopping at the top to turn round, smirking at me once more before shutting the door behind him.

Until then, Mr.nygma.

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