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Moe Moe Mallekei Kyun~

In which Malleus and Cater go to a maid café, and shenanigans ensue.

... I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time.

***Warning: mild spoilers for Malleus’s PE Uniform personal story!***

Imagine this...

“Lilia-sama.”

Two bodyguards fell into line, saluting simultaneously to their vice dorm leader.

“We just finished combing through the prime gargoyle locations around campus,” Silver reported. “Unfortunately, there was no sight of Malleus-sama to be found. The accounts of the various students we interviewed also corroborate that the Young Master has not recently been spotted in the area.”

“I see. Thank you, Silver.” Lilia sighed, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Hm, this is a bit odd. Wherever could he have wandered off to this time?”

At that moment, a ping! sounded off. Lilia fished his phone out of his pocket and, with one glance at the screen, his expression softened.

“You don’t suppose some dastardly villain has… kidnapped the Young Master and is holding him for ransom, do you?!” Sebek’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at the thought. “If that is the case… THEN WE HAVE FAILED AS MALLEUS-SAMA’S KNIGHTS!!”

“Now, now--let’s not jump to conclusions. Even if that were true, I’m certain that Malleus would be able to easily fend off assailants on his own. Perhaps he has simply lost his way, or headed off campus to run an errand.”

“... Without warning us in advance?”

“I would have happily accompanied the Young Master wherever he went--EVEN TO THE ENDS OF TWISTED WONDERLAND ITSELF!!”

“Kufufu. Malleus is still young at heart. Let us allow him this moment of independence, just this once. He will find his way home eventually.”

“Welcome home, my masters!!”

Malleus skidded to a stop in the doorway—for beyond it laid unknown territory. The interior sported cream walls, with fairy lights, streamers, and paper flowers strung up. A number of tables and chairs, populated with people, were set against flowing white curtains.

Young ladies flitted about, balancing trays of food and drinks, cameras, and microphones. Each wore the same outfit, consisting of a frilly headdress, an apron, and a black dress with lace trim and ribbons.

And now, one of those uniformed girls extended a hand to him and a warm, welcoming smile.

Malleus frowned and turned to the orange haired young man beside him. “... Diamond. What is this strange establishment you’ve brought me to?”

“Mm? It’s a maid café,” Cater chirped, glancing up from his phone. “You said you’ve never been before, right?”

“Well, yes… However, when you invited me to join you for an outing, I did not expect this to be our destination.”

“It’ll be fine~ We’re already here, so let’s get seated!” Cater insisted cheerily, ushering the fae through the door.

“Right this way, my masters!” The greeter giggled and led the way, eventually stopping at a vacant table set for two. As the duo slipped into their seats, she handed them menus and moistened towels. “We have a wide selection of special services and delicious dishes for your enjoyment!”

Malleus hesitantly flipped open the (very pink) menu and ran his eyes down the page of available items. Along with the expected offerings of desserts, savory foods, and beverages were odd listings: massage, ear cleaning, karaoke, game, arts and crafts, picture, spoon feeding, live song and dance...

He stared quizzically at Cater, who seemed to be taking everything in stride.

“I’ll take a plate of omurice! How about you, Malleus-kun?”

He stared back at his menu, trying to make rhyme or reason of the unique names. What in the Great Seven was a Pyon ❤ Pyon Sunshine Bar…? Or a Lucky☆Happy☆Cookie? Malleus’s brows furrowed in both concentration and confusion.

“I… I shall have the local specialty, whatever that may be,” the fae prince declared at last.

“Excellent choices! And would you like a bunny, or a kitty?”

“You hand out animals at this eating establishment? Is that not a health code violation?”

“Aaah, Malleus-kun, she doesn’t mean real rabbits and cats. Look--you’ll see when she brings them, okay?” Cater laughed awkwardly. Then, turning to the waitress, he held up his index finger. “One of each, little lady~”

“Of course!” She scribbled down a few words on her heart shaped notepad before prancing off.

“... Diamond. Are you certain this is the fabled maid café of which you spoke of?” Malleus asked, folding his arms. “I find it difficult to believe that every patron here is descended from a high class lineage. Furthermore, the servers are wearing attire entirely unlike that of a traditional household servant.”

Cater blinked once, twice—then chuckled.

“Maid cafés are like normal cafés. Anyone can go to them to play pretend and chill for a while! The difference is that the waitresses are dressed cutely and offer fun services. Singing, dancing, playing games—that kinda thing!”

“I do not understand.” Malleus swept a hand at their surroundings. “The purpose of this establishment is merely for… amusement?”

“Yup! People get tired of the daily grind sometimes, so they go to places like this to see cute stuff and just take a load off.”

“I… I see.” Malleus tucked his thumb and forefinger under his chin. “We do not have anything like your maid cafes in the Valley of Thorns.”

“You don’t? What sort of things do you do back home for fun, then?”

“I was not allowed to venture far from the palace grounds. Most of my time was spent indoors, studying spells or honing my magical abilities.”

Cater inclined his head. “Oooh, right! Because you’re a prince and all, you weren’t able to do much—but hey! Things are different now! You’ve got Cay-kun to show you a good time!”

“Ah, yes. A ‘good time’...” Malleus attempted at a smile, which came out more wary than he had intended.

“Thank you for waiting!” a girlish voice chirped—their waitress had returned, wearing a tray of food in one hand and two headbands in the other. “Here is your omurice and Nyan ✨ Nyan ✨ Kitty-chan Parfait, plus one pair of kitty ears and one pair of bunny ears!”

She handed Cater his dish—a bed of ketchup flavored fried rice, sealed by a wobbling omelet and garnished with a sprig of parsley.

“Mm! Smells delicious. Thanks a bunch~” Cater grinned, winking at his server.

The maid giggled and placed Malleus’s dessert before him, along with the headbands.

“Would you like me to draw or write something special for you on your meal, master?” she asked, gesturing to Cater’s omurice.

“Sure thing! Could you write ‘Mallekei’? Oh, and a couple of hearts would be cute, too!”

“As you wish!”

As the maid set to work, Malleus marveled at the sight of his parfait.

Colorful scoops of ice-cream, granola, and sliced fruits were layered inside of a tall glass cup. A generous crown of whipped cream and a drizzle of strawberry sauce topped it off. Sticking out from the whipped cream were two wafer triangles and dots of chocolate candies, forming a cat-like face.

How adorable.

… But not adorable enough to be spared.

“Thank you for the food.” The fae raised his spoon to demolish the poor parfait kitten—

“Stop, stop, Malleus-kun!!” Cater cried, frantically waving his arms. “N-Not yet!!”

Malleus lowered his spoon with a frown. “Food is meant to be consumed, Diamond. Is there an issue you have with my table etiquette?”

“Well—no, but…” Cater played with a lock of his orange hair and sighed. “There’s certain rituals we need to do first!”

“Rituals? Oh, my apologies. I was not aware. Please proceed with your regularly scheduled… rituals.”

“Ahaha, you’re a quick learner! First thing’s first, let’s put on our headbands!” Cater swept up the cat ears and passed them over. “Here, to match your parfait! I’ll take the rabbit.”

Malleus gingerly nestled the cat ears on his head, copying Cater’s movements. It was a bit tricky maneuvering around his horns, but somehow, he managed.

“Oh!! Those ears suit you so well!” the waitress said, glancing up from decorating the omurice. Carefully placed splotches of ketchup spelled out ‘Mallekei’, hearts and little sparkles littering the space around the boys’ combined names.

“... Do they?” Malleus doubted it.

“They do!!” Cater reassured him with a laugh. “Ne, ne, miss! Can you take our picture so my friend here can have a souvenir to take home with him?”

“Certainly!” She replaced the bottle of ketchup and hurried off, returning shortly after with a polaroid camera. “Are you ready, my masters?”

“Ready, Malleus-kun?”

“Hmph. Of course. I will have you know that my posing abilities have improved considerably since our last encounter. Do not underestimate me.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ve been practicing! Then… on the count of three, we nyah, okay?”

“... What is ‘nyah’?” Malleus inquired, his confidence suddenly waning.

“Eh?” A blip of surprise crossed Cater’s face. “Like, y’know… nyah!”

The influencer curled both of his hands into balls and made a pawing motion at his friend. “Now you try!”

“Like this?” Malleus mimicked him. He was more stiff—definitely not as practiced—but the general motion was still recognizable.

“Very good, master!!” the waitress gushed, raising the polaroid up. “On three?”

“1, 2, 3… Nyah!”

A flash went off, sending stars into Malleus’s vision. As he rubbed the daze out of his eyes, Cater’s voice called out to him.

“Are you okay there?”

“I am well. There is no need for your concern,” the fae insisted. “This ritual… it is more confounding that I took it to be.”

“Eeeh? It’s not meant to be hard or anything. Just relax, relax!” Cater paused before adding, “It’s part of the ritual’s requirements! You need to be nice and loose for the last step!”

“What is this last step?”

“We need to cast a magic spell to make your food taste extra tasty!” the waitress declared cheerily.

“Hoh?” A smirk found its way onto Malleus’s face. “That can easily be arranged. Allow me to do the honors.”

He put his hand before his parfait, an eerie green glow emulating from his palm. The sinister light engulfed his dish and Cater’s, sending them floating midair. Radioactive ice-cream and omurice hovered above their heads, causing both Cater and their maid to recoil in shock.

Other customers stared at the spectacle from their own tables. One man’s jaw dropped, the forkful of spaghetti bolognese in his mouth clattering onto the floor.

“You, who provides sustenance to the masses, become that which is delici—“

“H-Hold on a sec, Malleus-kun!!” Cater practically leapt over the table to seize his friend’s glowing hand. “Not that kind of spell!!”

Eyes wide with surprise, Malleus allowed his magic to settle down. The parfait and omurice gently floated back onto their table, and the maid sighed with relief.

“Is there a different spell needed for this occasion? I assure you that I am well-versed in practical magic—you need only speak its name, and I can conjure the proper…”

“No, no! It’s—“ Cater casted a look at their server and nervously chuckled. “Ne, Maid-chan~ Think you can give us a demonstration of the right spell?”

“Yes, master!” the girl, ever professional, flashed a perky grin. “Please watch carefully!!”

The maid set down her polaroid on the table. She then arched her fingers into C-like shapes, thumb extended straight. Pushing her hands together, she formed a heart and aimed it in the direction of the boy’s dishes.

“Moe moe kyuuuuuun!”

“What an odd spell. In all my years, I have never heard of such an enchantment…”

“Well, there’s a first for everything, right?” Cater flicked one of his floppy rabbit ears. “Plus, it should be no problem for the great Malleus-sama to pull off this spell, right?”

“This is child’s play,” Malleus’s laugh was like the earth itself rumbling. His lips quirked into a small smile. “You will join me in performing this sacred ritual, will you not, Diamond?”

“Of course~”

“Very well.”

They made hearts and thrust them upon their meals. And together, they uttered those three magic words.

“Moe moe kyuuuuun!!”

“Welcome back, Malleus,” Lilia greeted. The vice dorm leader nonchalantly hung from the ceiling, his raven and magenta bangs suspended midair. “Did you have fun on your outing?”

“Lilia. You knew?” Malleus slowly shut the door behind him, chasing away the cool air of the night. He spoke softly, knowing that sounds carried in the dusty hallways of Diasomnia and could disturb its residents.

“The wonders of modern technology,” Lilia trilled, expertly landing beside his young master. He brandished his phone in a gloved hand, a text message displayed on the screen.

hey hey lilia-chan! gonna steal malmal-kun for the day~ he’ll be back later, but do me a solid and keep it a secret from s&s til then, ‘kay? thnx!! (✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡

“It looks as though I have been exposed.”

“There is no shame in making new friends. In fact, I’m proud of you for expanding your horizons.” Lilia beamed. “Though what a shame it is that I was not present to grab a few pictures. Hopefully Cater fulfilled that task for me.”

The ancient fae tilted forward in his toes and peered up at his prince. “Soooo? Where did you sneak off to?”

“Fufu. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“My. Is that any way to treat the man that kept Silver and Sebek from hunting you down?” Lilia teased, wagging a finger.

“Such loyalty,” Malleus smirked, hands on his hips, “deserves to be rewarded.”

He produced a polaroid photograph from his breast pocket and presented it with a flourish. The image, forever captured in time, was that of Malleus and Cater—the former with cat ears, the latter with bunny ears—with hands balled to resemble paws. Cater cheekily winked, while Malleus looked slightly bewildered.

The edges of the polaroid were dotted with stickers—smiley faces, flowers, and hearts. Marker had been used to scrawl on whiskers and blushes over both boys’ cheeks.

Overall, cutesy—overwhelming so.

But the Malleus and Cater in the picture were happy.

Their eyes shining like jewels.

Nyah-ing their hearts out.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Cater Diamond #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #something no one asked for #spoilers

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Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Eight

Chapter 8: The Things We Leave Behind

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader [now with a dash of Erwin x Reader]

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of death, violence enemies to lovers, angst

Word Count: 4.7k

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Erwin,

I don’t have much time, but it’s me—I’m alive. I’m safe. I don’t know why, but I am. They want something from me here, tried to pry into me for information about The Scouts, but not much else. I’ve given over as little as I can, but enough to keep me alive for now. But it’s strange here, even some of the warriors know something is going on below the surface of what we know. You can probably tell by the email that I’m using that I’ve found a strange semblance of refuge with Reiner. He’s the one who has given me the multitude of files I’ve attached this email. He claims most of this intel he gathered he never gave over to Marleyan officials. He also says he can be of help to Paradis, that Pieck and the others can too. I don’t know how much of that is true. To be fair, I don’t know what’s true at all anymore.

There are files here on Zeke Yeager, apparently put together by warrior members who have become wary of him. Dig into them, figure out what you can. Don’t worry about me, I’ll find a way home. And, for the love of god, please sleep. I know how you get.

Don’t respond to this email. No one knows I have sent it.

Always.

Erwin read the words for what felt like the thousandth time, the black lettering practically bleeding into the screen by this point. His heart had dropped when he sat down in his office this morning to find something sitting in his personal email folder, something branded with the last name of a traitor. His mind had raced into the darkest depths, assuming it was pictures of torture, a letter filled with malacious laughter, an autopsy report. But it was you, you were alive, you’d found a way to reach him.

He had to keep his hand over his mouth as he grinned. You were so capable, so resourceful and rather ingenious. He’d had his doubts, but on the forefront of his mind, and his tongue, he’d said and knew you were alive.

He’d stayed in his office with the door locked for hours in the morning as he poured over the information, brows twisting in both delight and disgust as he began to make sense of the documents crafted by the wary warriors. They were impressive, to say the least, and quite frightening.

Every single urge inside of him was screaming to respond, even as he printed out the rather massive amount of documents you’d attached. He made copy after copy, blue eyes dancing like they were overcome with madness as familiar and unknown faces and information landed into the tray of the printer.

He carefully separated the files by paperclips, prepping for them to be dispersed.

You were so good. So brilliant. He’d have you home soon enough.

The cumbersome stack of papers was too much for him to carry just under one arm. The one he’d lost was burning, itching like it should be able to wrap around the bundle.

Erwin marched out of his office and into the bustling workspace, clearing his throat to the room.

“Scouts! Emergency meeting in the conference hall immediately. Drop everything and meet me there.”

Every head in the room snapped toward him, all chatter silencing. They all stared at him like he had three heads; the last time they’d had every scout in the same room was when he’d pronounced you missing nearly two weeks ago. He knew they were worried that this next announcement was of a death, of war.

“Now!”

The bustle picked up again immediately, every soldier, assistant, and intelligence officer scurrying to make it down the hall.

“Springer,” Erwin caught the young man by the shoulder as he tried to brisk by him, “there’s a stack of papers in my office. Grab it and bring it with you.”

Erwin continued in his stride toward the small auditorium, taking his known place down in front at the white boards. He could hear indiscriminate whispers behind his back as he took his time setting up a display. There was a small cork board off to the side of the room, littered with headshots of the Marleyan warriors. He cursed the face of the girl who took his arm as he pulled it to the front.

“Miche,” he called over his shoulder, knowing the towering blonde would be nearby, “Come help me.”

“Sure thing boss.”

It didn’t take much time to direct, and before long he had all the warriors lined up on the large board in front of the room. He took his own time to place the picture of your face in the center, fingers brushing over the heavy red letters of Missing that were etched over your features.

Levi saddled up next to him, never one to fall into the crowds.

“Erwin, what is all this?”

“I got an email from her this morning.”

Levi didn’t have to ask. If there was ever a “her” in Erwin’s vocabulary, he meant you. You were all over his mind, more so than ever before.

“Care to share? Or was it a love letter?”

It was an unspoken truth that he’d become involved with you within the last year, and given his rather...emotional response to your disappearance, he was sure everyone was now well aware of your entanglement.

“A love letter full of promising information.”

“Tch, sounds about right. Did she give you all that?” Levi tilted his head toward Connie, who was struggling to keep the giant bundle of printed documents from sliding off the podium.

“She did. It’s time to get to work.”

Erwin didn’t even wait for the room to settle. There was no time to waste. He turned toward the confused, anxious crowd, took note of how they were all staring at him like lost children. There weren’t that many left after the attack on Shinganshina all those years ago, his scouts had either been killed off or left the ranks entirely. Recruitment had become more of an issue than it ever had been before as well. There was only a gathering of about thirty before him—the size of a small classroom, all piled into the front seats and awaiting instruction.

“I received word from our missing captain this morning.”

A shocked gasp filled the space, one of the younger girls—last name Blouse or Braus, he never could remember—literally jumping from her seat.

“She’s alive?!”

He held up his hand to calm her, to direct her to sit back down.

“As far as I know, yes. She found a way to email me this morning to let me know of her safety, and also supply us with a vast amount of Marleyan intel. Now, we need to unpack what we know.”

Erwin motioned to Springer again, wrist flicking toward the still unsteady mountain of papers.

“Hand those out, they should be sectioned by paper clips so everyone can have a copy.”

“But, Sir, I—” I just spent all that time wrestling with those papers, is what he knew he wanted to say. Springer did what he was told anyways, scratching at his short hair as he hurriedly began to divvy out the printed intel.

“We’ll start with what we do know.” Erwin took a few long strides back toward the large board, feeling his empty shirt sleeve rustle by his side as he used his remaining arm to point toward the faces that had been lined up for him.

“Of course, we’re all aware that former Scout members Braun, Leonhart, and Hoover were infiltrators sent by Marley to uncover our anti-Marleyan operations. They are members of the Warrior Unit run by this man,” he placed his index finger over the person of interest, “Zeke Yeager. And there are other members of the unit as well, Galliard, Finger, and Grice. There are also candidates for this elite military squad, Udo, Zofia, and the younger Grice and Braun. It is important to note that one of their former members, Marcel Galliard, was killed by none other than our missing captain in question.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know all this!” Kirstein chimed in, “We don’t need the history lesson.”

Erwin couldn’t help but grin.

“It seems a history lesson is exactly what you need. In those files that were sent to me, you’ll learn that all these warrior members and candidates are, historically, from Eldian bloodlines.”

“Eldians? You mean...like us?” Historia tilted her head, thumbing through the pages in her lap.

“Yes. Now if you did pay attention in history class,” he narrowed his eyes at Jean, “you would remember that about four hundred years ago, there was a mass immigration of Eldians into Marley in the face of a mass famine here. However, due to Marley’s very strict borders and even stricter control on their governmental processes, it was never truly known to us what became of the Eldians that marched across their border. We knew they had been separated into internment camps, but it also seems that they have been weaponized and trained into being nearly the entirety of their military ranks. And this unit, The Warriors, are the premiere and elite squadron of the Marleyan military. And their motives toward Paradis have been largely unknown. Until now.”

Erwin took a pause, letting all this information sink in before starting again.

“Now, we know that Zeke Yeager has been working with our elite right below our noses with the hopes of changing the status quo for Eldians in Marley.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Eren sat forward, elbows on his knees as he stared at all the faces on the board. It was no secret that Zeke Yeager was his long lost step-brother, sired by his father before he escaped the Marleyan border to find a better future in Paradis. As far as Erwin knew, the young man had no connections to his step-sibling, only saw him as an enemy force to be reckoned with.

“Yes, and no. Because, according to the files you’ll find penned by one Pieck Finger, it seems his plan is quite unseemly.”

“I don’t understand all this data and graph shit,” Miche admitted, eyebrows scrunched together as he licked his thumb to continue perusing the pages.

Captain Hange stood then, making her way to the front without Erwin having to beckon her to.

“These are...these are blood samples, DNA testing,” she mused, pencils stuck in her ponytail as she paced the floor before Erwin, “genome analysis, to be specific. Like they were looking for something specific in all these samples.”

“And they were. Did you get my request this morning?”

“Oh yes, of course, sir!” Hange scrambled back up to her seat, pulling out a manila envelope and then returning to hand it to him.

Erwin motioned for Miche to tape these new documents on the board as well, one next to your photo, the other now next to a photo of Historia Reiss. Then Erwin picked up some pictures that would be unfamiliar to his scouts, placing them above your head.

“These are the parents of our missing scout,” he called over his shoulder as he took an unfortunately slow time to place the photos, the lack of two hands starting to become quite bothersome. “They were Military Police members, killed in action about ten years ago. However, the information within the files on Yeager reveal that before Braun and the others infiltrated our ranks, there were other imposters sent on a reconnaissance mission within the MPs. It is cited that those infiltrators killed two people they were targeting, and I believe it to be them.”

He could tell he was losing their focus, quite a few eyes glazed over as they tried to make sense of all the new pieces being added to the growing wall of puzzles. He felt like a madman stringing up red threads, but he was almost certain of his conclusions.

“Why...why do they matter?” It was Armin who spoke this time, normally the quiet one during meetings who soaked up information like a little yellow sponge.

“Historia,” Erwin called, “does the name Fritz mean anything to you?”

The small girl sat to attention, blue eyes shining.

“Of course, they’re another noble family, like mine. Err, or the were, before…”

“Before they were killed about one hundred years ago. However, I’m inclined to believe that our missing scout’s mother was the last remaining of the Fritz line, having donned a new name for safety and falling into government positions to hopefully remain unnoticed.”

He took in a deep breath, once again letting a pregnant pause settle into the heaviness of the room.

“Which is why…” he waved his hand over the graphs next to your face and the photo of Historia on the board, “thismatters. It’s been a long standing belief that elites, that royalty and those that have been elected president in our country, are somehow different. Almost appointed by the gods themselves because of their special blood. You know, it’s the whole issue that many take up on the fact that they see our governmental system as more of a monarchy than a democracy. But the truth of the matter is, you nobles do have different blood and genes than the rest of us. These graphs show that here.”

“Well that’s very elitist of you.” Levi cut in, standing with his arms crossed near the door.

“Perhaps. But I had Hange do a genome map between Historia and…” he sucked on his tongue, still finding a bit of pain to say your name out loud, “...and her. My suspicions are correct. Based on the startlingly similar genetic patterns, our missing captain is of noble heritage, and I’m inclined to believe that Zeke Yeager knows this.”

“And that’s important because it makes her more valuable,” Armin had his face in his hands, “does she...does she know this?”

“As far as I know, no. No she does not.”

“And you of all people would know.”

Erwin wanted to snap back at the snide comment that came from Eren. If he wasn’t such a good soldier, Erwin would have him on fucking patrol duty after this.

“Commander,” Armin looked sweaty, pale, “It says here that Yeager’s plan is to reinstate Eldian supremacy through uh… a means of genetic mutation. Do you know what that means?”

“No, Arlert, I don’t. And I don’t know exactly what his plans are for our scout that’s being held hostage. Which is why you’re all here. From this point forward, every ounce of your time will be spent reviewing these documents and dissecting what it could all mean. As far as I can tell, Pieck Finger hasn’t quite connected all the dots yet either. So now it’s our job to do so.”

All the heads in the room were nodding, everyone undoubtedly becoming antsy from all this news.

Erwin knew there was more to say. He had debated printing out your email as well, but he wanted to keep the knowledge that Braun and some of the warriors were possibly willing to help stop whatever was happening to himself. He knew that if he even breathed the words that traitors were offering aid, too many would be against it, too many wouldn’t believe it. That would have to be something he pondered on his own.

“Where do we begin, sir?”

Mikasa sat up straight and on the edge of her seat, like she was ready to spring into action.

“First, I think we need to dig deeper into just who was planning to meet with the Warrior Unit the day the captain was captured. We still don’t know who they were, or what was happening that warriors actually had to be present for it. Also…” he looked pointedly toward Levi, “we need to do more investigating on the day she was shot. We still don’t know who shot her, or why. It could have been an assassin looking to annihilate that Fritz bloodline.”

Levi nodded, “On it.”

“Everyone else, get to work. Get out the red tape and string if you need to, and all meeting rooms are now open to place questions and findings onto the boards. Nothing is useless; all knowledge about this situation is powerful and paramount. This could be the beginning of a nightmare, but perhaps we can stop it before it happens.”

He watched everyone leave, all with hurried steps and papers shuffling within their hands. Hange stuck around behind him, rather bewitched by the DNA findings taped to the white board.

A little voice cleared their throat next to him, making him look down. Historia stood before him, eyes downcast and her toes pointed together like she was nervous.

“Commander… I…do you have a moment?”

“Of course, what’s on your mind?”

He watched her glance toward Hange, then toward the door, and back to him.

“Would you like to grab a cup of coffee and speak alone?”

“Yes,” she quickly breathed, happy that he picked up on the fact that whatever she had to say, it must need to stay quiet.

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It seemed that Historia’s nerves were still getting the better of her as she sat in front of his desk. Erwin had always been told he was rather imposing, so he hoped she wasn’t apprehensive to just be speaking with him alone. Her hands were clenched around a mug of coffee, knee bouncing in her seat.

He’d poured himself a cup as well in the break room, having already drank it before even reaching his office. Your worries had been correct: he wasn’t sleeping much, and after what you’d sent him today, he didn’t know how you ever expected him to sleep again without knowing the truth of what was happening.

“Commander…” she took the deepest breath, eyes closing for a moment, “do you...you don’t believe in myths, do you?”

It was an odd question, one that had him pressing his lips together as he looked for an answer.

“I suppose not. Though, it would also depend on the myth; some of them hold truth to them, as they were stories attempting to cope with the unknown.”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she scoffed, looking everywhere in the room but at him.

“Why? Are you here to give me a mythology lesson?”

“Have you heard the one about Ymir? And the nine titans?”

“That old tale?” He chuckled, remembering pictures in books he’d read as a child of towering beasts, “The one about how there used to be giant people, titans that roamed the lands before humanity came along?”

Historia twisted her lips, looking down at the floor.

“Yeah. That one. Did you ever know her full name?”

“Her? As in Ymir? No, she was just the goddess Ymir in all the books, gods don’t normally have last names.”

“Well, she did. Because she was human. Her last name was Fritz.”

Fritz. Like your possible ancestors. Historia had earned his attention now. He sat up behind his desk, fist unknowingly clenched in his lap.

“Commander, I don’t know if this is true, but when I was a little girl, my older sister, Freida, she used to tell me all these stories about titans and how we, nobility, are descendants of gods and of...of titans.”

Erwin was trying to read her face, but the young woman just seemed full of fear, trepidation.

“Historia, I’ve heard all the propaganda about the noble families being descendants from gods. And if I offended you with my remarks in the meeting then I apolo—”

“No, no,” she cut him off, “no, that’s not what I meant. I know that my family...that the other nobles and elites have twisted all these myths to give themselves power, but what I’m saying is that it’s true. At least, I think it is. We have all these books back home in my estate that explain this true history about how people used to live in a world of titans thousands of years ago, that there were mindless titans, but also titans controlled by humans… humans that were titans. And I’m just saying, if this was true…”

He was starting to put the pieces together now. The genetic mutation. The bloodlines. No wonder her thoughts had led her to this conclusion.

“You’re worried Zeke Yeager believes in these old stories, that his plan is to bring back titans?” He posed it as a question, wanting her to finish her thoughts instead of him imposing on her.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I don’t know how, but if there was some way to do it, our missing captain, if she’s actually of royal blood, like me, he might want to…” she set down her cup of coffee, finally looking up at him with eyes that shone with wisdom he’d never acknowledged before, “Zeke might want to experiment on her. Or maybe reveal her heritage and try to bargain her back to the elites. I don’t know, I just didn’t want to say this in front of everyone because they might think I’m…”

“Crazy?”

“Yeah,” she huffed, “thanks.”

“Thank you, Historia. You’ve given me something to think about.”

“But you think I’m crazy.”

He dared not to insult her outloud, but it was the side he was erring on.

“I appreciate you being willing to tell me this. It seems I have some mythology to study up on. Actually, if you ever get the chance to get your hands on one of those books you spoke about, I would like to see it.”

She stood then, leaving her coffee abandoned on his desk.

“Of course, Commander.”

He could tell her spirits were defeated as she left his office. But, nonetheless, he took the coffee she left behind as his own, settling back in to continue reading into the files you’d sent to him.

But his mind couldn’t even register the words anymore. He was so tired, and now, knowing that you were indeed alive, he was filled with nothing but thoughts on how to get you home. It would be a suicide mission to try to send a squad into Marley to rescue you. He also knew that asking the elites, even the President, to act on his behalf would probably be met with a negative outcome since they were in connection to Zeke Yeager himself. It all seemed hopeless, but he knew you were working to get back as well. Between the two of you attempting to reach the same goal, he knew, eventually, he’d have you back again.

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His home was quite lonely without you.

He felt the emptiness of not having you at the Scout Headquarters, but more so he felt it when he finally drug his tired body to the apartment he lived in across the city.

It felt like a small cataclysm erupted whenever he opened his front door, all the emotions he kept at bay suddenly budding to the surface of his composure. Your shoes were still by the door, so small next to the ones he took off.

Signs of you, of your absence, were everywhere. Your coat on the back of a chair. Your favorite books still spread open and marked to forgotten pages in the cozy chair in the living room. Wine only you liked still remained chilled in the fridge, your body wash and shampoo still lined the edges of his shower. He hadn’t even washed his sheets since you left, hadn’t dared to touch the side of the bed you slept on, like the mattress was still full of your ghost when he reached out for you at night.

Even though you had your own apartment, he couldn’t remember a night he’d spent without you in the last few months. You’d become inseparable, seeking refuge in each other’s bodies against the cruelty this world had dealt you. You accepted him for who he was, even when he felt like half a man.

There were still words he wanted to say to you; there were still echoes of your voice all around the apartment, your laughter ringing in the support beams, the sounds of your moans still staining his headboard.

There were so many things you left behind, him included.

Erwin poured himself a drink before settling into the couch, not even bothering to undress from his work clothes. He needed medicine for his mind, needed to try to drink and find clarity in the too many thoughts thumping in his head.

You were noble. Of all fucking things.

He took a very long sip at that realization, almost reveling in the burn the whiskey left behind in his mouth. He could still taste you on his tongue sometimes, still feel the pressure of your lips against his if he closed his eyes. All those times he thought he was kissing something divine, perhaps he was, if Historia Reiss had any merit to her little bedtime stories.

The thought made him laugh. Titans. Mythological creatures. If there was one thing he knew, his enemies weren’t trying to bring things that never existed back to life. Historia was right about one thing though: you could be a powerful bargaining chip for Zeke. If the elites were holding out on something, all he had to do was dangle a pretty, royal plaything in front of their noses as bait.

He pulled your email back up on his phone, eyes scanning over all the words you sent.

You’d found a strange semblance of refuge with Reiner. Of all people. Erwin could still remember how much the two of you would fight when you were both soldiers, how you were adamant to take on the hulking man yourself when it came to battle.

But he also remembered how startlingly well the two of you worked together. It had been the two of you who had stopped Marcel Galliard, it had been Reiner who was the first to appear at the hospital steps when news of your potentially fatal injury had been called over the radio. The man had been panting, Bertholdt too, both of them having run as fast possible from their patrol circuit to check in on your status.

Erwin always assumed it was because Reiner was sweet on you. Boys had always been taught to tease the girls they liked when they were younger, perhaps he’d just carried that on into adulthood, practically throwing stones at you to get your attention.

Not that he could blame him. Erwin had always wanted your attention, but had kept himself restrained for professional reasons. But after Shinganshina, after Zeke showed the true force of the Warrior Unit as a warning, Erwin had quickly pulled you from the front lines. He claimed it was because your cleverness would be better served in intelligence work. Truth of the matter was that he wanted you safe. He wanted you working with him, in his sight, every day.

And now you had completely slipped through his fingers.

He’d cursed out loud when the scouts returned and revealed that you’d been captured. He even unfairly chewed out Jean for being reckless enough to get his vertical movement gear tangled with yours, but he knew the fault rested in his hands. You’d offered to go, and he’d let you.

He let you go, and now he was reeling in the ash and smoke of the damage left behind.

With a finished drink, he let his mind wander to that place he tried to keep it from. He was wondering where you were, wondering exactly what you were doing. Until tonight, he imagined you were left under lock and key, but now he knew you’d gotten yourself into some situation in order to access Reiner’s email. Perhaps he truly was helping you.

Some of your words ran through his brain again: I don’t know what’s true at all anymore.

Erwin honestly didn’t know what was true anymore either. In a matter of hours, he’d pieced together information the intelligence unit had been trying to uncover for years. He was steps closer to figuring out whatever truth there was Zeke Yeager’s madness. He was steps closer to keeping the whole country safe from a disaster its own elites had their fingers in.

But he still felt so far away, so far away from you, from himself. He felt like he’d never actually fit the puzzle together, felt like he’d let you down.

All he still knew was that he loved you, even if he never actually spoke the words to you. He loved you, and he had some kind of dying hope that you felt the same.

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Don’t You Forget About Me (Outer Banks OC x The Pogues): Chapter One

Special thank you to @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle for beta reading this for me!

tagging: @hughstheforcelou @thecaptainsgingersnap (if you wanna be added to the list just lemme know!), chapter two can be found here!

Part One: 1 Year before the big move

key event: clementine’s seventeenth birthday party

“I didn’t even want to have a stupid party anyways” Clementine complains, tugging a brush through her thick hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She smooths the back of her dress down, trying to pull it down farther to cover up her skinny legs.

Her bedroom is a mess from the hour it took her to figure out her outfit, with most of her closet now laying in wrinkled heaps on the floor. Clementine had done about a dozen outfit changes only to put back on what she had been wearing initially. She walks back over to her closet for a final review and trips over a discarded high-top sneaker in the process.

“Oh c’mon, you know it’s more for dad that it is for you...” Kimber raises one of her unkept eyebrows at her little sister. She grabs a tube of lipstick that lay forgotten on the dresser, uncaps it and gestures for Clementine to turn towards her and stay still. “He’s outside tying balloons to the mailbox and everything”

Clementine scoffs, already dying to wipe off the thick-feeling, waxy lipstick that Kimber was smearing over her lips. “I just don’t get why we’re having a party, everyone in this family hates parties...”

Kimber leans in close to the mirror, wiping her finger under her eye to fix her eyeliner. “At this point you just have to let it happen, little sister. There’s gonna be presents...and cake!”

It was true that both of the Adams sisters tended to be on the more reserved side when it came to being the center of attention, but Kimber was always ranting and raving about the importance of breaking out of your comfort zone because that was the only way you could truly ever grow. Yeah it was scary, and yeah it could be painful sometimes...growing pains, Kimber called them, though more in reference to the pain of emotional growth rather than physical.

Clementine grabs a tissue and starts to blot away some of the red lipstick away but Kimber swats her hand. “Plus, what’s there to be celebrating about turning seventeen anyways? I mean, at sixteen you can get your license, at eighteen you’re a real adult and you can like, vote or whatever, but seventeen is the most bullshit middle-of-the-road age”

Kimber shrugs. “God, you’re definitely sounding way too cynical for it to be your birthday, Clem...” Her eyes light up as she gets an idea. “Follow me” She pulls Clementine by the hand and the two of them stealthily make their way into their shared bathroom, ignoring the hustle and bustle of family and friends starting to arrive.

“What’re you girls up to?” Lyle Adams, the family patriarch and begrudging party host yells at his daughters, flicking his dish towel over his shoulder as he grabbed up the tray of burgers and other food that needed to go on the grill.

“Not now, dad, this is a makeup emergency!” Kimber shouts, shoving Clementine into the bathroom before their dad could notice.

Kimber smiles wickedly at her sister, like she always did when she had a good bad idea. Clementine knows that look and she trusts it, so when Kimber reaches into the buttoned pocket of her denim vest and pulls out a tightly rolled joint, she already knows what the routine is: Her job is to light up the strong smelling candle that sat on the lip of the sink, while Kimber was busy shoving her fluffy bathrobe under the door jamb so that no smoke could seep out. Kimber grabs the air freshener and keeps it on hand as she sits down in the cold basin of the porcelain bathtub, tangling her legs with her sister’s as they both got as comfortable as they could.

“For the birthday girl” Kimber holds up the joint for Clementine, who graciously accepts, leaning into the flame of the candle to ignite the thin rice paper. Clementine breathes out a lungful of smoke and smiles dopily at her sister.

The two sisters sit side by side in the empty bathtub, passing the joint back and forth as it dwindled down to nothing. Clementine would take a hit and blow the smoke out into the balled-up hand towel and Kimber would spray a spritz of artificial-smelling air freshener just in case.

“Where’d you get this shit anyways?” Clementine giggles, rubbing at her bloodshot eyes.

“It’s part of your birthday present from us,” Kimber explains “When Gat gets here you’ll get the rest”

Clementine has to refrain from scowling in distaste at the word ‘us’. She coughs on what’s left of the joint and carefully lifts up the lid of the toilet, flicking the end of the joint into the bowl and listening to the embers fizzle out as they hit the water.

“Gat’s coming?” Clementine asks, making sure she heard correctly.

Kimber looks at her younger sister like she doesn’t understand the question. “Of course he is. It isn’t really a party without him, right?” She chuckles and stands up quickly, her stiff knees cracking as she steps out of the empty bathtub and offers Clementine a hand to pull her up.

As if on cue, both Clementine and Kimber’s ears perk up as they hear a boisterous laugh coming from the kitchen. They both know that their dad only laughs like that around one person only, Liam Gatwin, Kimber's long-time boyfriend and the first mate on their dad’s boat.

“Divine timing!” Kimber giggles, refreshing her lipstick quickly in the mirror before abruptly exiting the bathroom, leaving Clementine all alone.

Clementine looks at herself in the bathroom mirror and scrubs a hand over her face, not used to the layer of makeup that Kimber put on her when she promised it’d look good for pictures. She sees her face and has a hard time recognizing herself, too busy noticing how sickly and washed out she looked under the harsh fluorescent light.

“Speak of the Devil and He shall appear...” Clem mutters under her breath, giving herself a once-over before following her sister and finally joining the party.

There’s a handful of aunts and uncles all milling around the array of appetizers that were littering the dining room table, with crock pots plugged into extension chords, and dishes that stilled needed stirring. There’s an orange balloon tied to each of the dining room chairs — Clementine’s favorite color. A couple paper gift bags and envelopes are shoved into one of the rickety wood chairs and Clementine thinks that she can probably guess what’s in each one. Her dad stopped trying to buy her presents a long time ago but she knew that there would be a wad of twenties stuffed in a card along with a message that was sure to make her cry. Uncle Greg probably got her a surf shop t-shirt that was at least three sizes too big for her. Everyone else was pretty hit or miss, but Clementine just appreciated the effort. She hikes herself up onto the kitchen counter and grabs one of the party sized bags of chips littering the counter, snacking as she consciously observed everyone and everything around her.

From outside the sliding glass door she can see her dad Lyle gesturing wildly with his favorite spatula, flipping a row of burgers until they’re well-done like Clementine likes. He and his younger brother, Uncle Greg were reminiscing rather loudly about younger, better days while Kimber and Gat half-listened, too tangled up with each other to care about anything else.

“You’d love it, man, North Carolina is unlike anything else. It’s a little island, a nice tight-knit group of people.” Uncle Greg pauses to take a sip of beer from the six-pack of fancy IPAs that he brought with him. “There’s lots of good jobs in Kildere County, might be good for all of you to have a change of scenery...”

Greg Adams had just returned from a few months over in the Outer Banks, where he worked at one of the big marinas, chartering boats and doing maintenance. He was social enough to be good at his job and had no issue rubbing elbows with the rich yacht owners if that meant getting himself a better tip.

Lyle sighs, scratching his head under his well worn hat. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

The conversation fizzles out because everyone knows that an ‘I’ll think about it’ from Lyle was a softer version of a no. Lyle Adams was someone who existed within the confines of his comfort zone. He was a man of habit and routine, and packing up the house that he and his late wife bought together to raise their girls just to move over six hundred miles away to the Outer Banks was as far out of his comfort zone as he could go.

Clementine watches her father’s face fall and she takes this as her opportunity to come out and make an entrance, to liven up the party a little. She drops down from her spot on the kitchen counter with a light thud and makes her way towards everyone in the backyard.

“Are you guys having a party without me?” Clementine asks, grinning slyly with her hands on her hips.

“It’s the birthday girl!” Uncle Greg yells happily, picking Clementine up around her waist and spinning her around as she squealed. “How’s seventeen treating you?” He sets her down, immediately grabbing his lower back and groaning.

Clementine has to think for a minute, checking in to see if she can feel anything different about herself. “I dunno yet” She shrugs, “Talk to me tomorrow and maybe I’ll have a better answer” Everyone that was milling around the backyard laughs and returns to their surface level conversation, asking Kimber about community college and talking to Gat about what it was like working on the boat with Lyle.

The party continues into the evening, when the sun goes down and the orange glow casts over everyone and everything. It’s Clementine’s favorite time of the day: When it’s not too hot but it’s not too cold, when the wind is still, when you know it’ll be dark soon but it’s not quite there yet. She walks across the dry grass to the rickety old swing set that sat rusting away in the corner of the backyard. Clementine can remember when they got the swing set for Christmas when she was seven and Kimber was nine, they were blissfully unaware of how early their parents had to wake up in order to secure it all together before the girls woke up. The seat of the swing is still warm from the afternoon sun beating down onto the plastic and it sticks the backs of Clementine’s bare thighs as she sits down to start pushing herself. She’s too busy pumping her legs and trying to get some air that she doesn’t notice Gat walking across the backyard towards her.

“Happy Birthday, Tiny” He smirks, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it up. Gat tosses a rolled-up paper bag in Clementine’s direction and she rushes to catch it.

“Don’t call me that” Clementine sighs, unrolling the wrinkled paper bag to find another ziplock bag filled with fragrant buds of weed.

Kimber walks up to the two of them, kicking up clods of dry and yellowed grass under his big combat boots. “God, you couldn’t have put a bow on it or something?” She laughs, taking the bag from Clementine and smelling it.

“Where the hell d’you think I’d get a bow from?” Gat mumbles around his cigarette, looping his arm around Kimber’s waist and hugging her close, like he was scared that if she went too far away she wouldn’t come back.

Kimber leans up to give him a kiss on the cheek and it makes Clementine want to gag. “Remind me to never leave you in charge of presents or decorations” She rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to her little sister.

“It’s about time that we head out, okay Clem?” Kimber asks, though she wasn’t really asking. Kimber had a habit of doing that. She often worded things as though they were questions, but if someone were to disagree with her or go against her wants it would be a big deal to her.

“You’re leaving?” Clementine tries hard not to sound like she’s offended, even though she was. It was her birthday party and her sister couldn’t even be bothered to spend the evening with her because she was too wrapped up in her stupid boyfriend and his no-good friends.

A strange expression crosses Kimber’s face, like she couldn't believe that her actions were being questioned. “You’ll cover for me, right?” She raises an eyebrow, her gaze even as she looks Clementine in the eye. Over the years the two sisters had set a sort of precedent for themselves, making up their own set of rules so the two of them could evade any trouble and cover their own asses when needed.

Rule #1: Whatever happens, we don’t tell dad.

Clementine swallows the knot in her throat and nods in confirmation. She would cover for Kimber like she always did, even if that meant getting in trouble in the process. She plants her feet on the dirty ground, no longer feeling like swinging.

Kimber untangles herself from Gat and shoulders her little sister in a half-hug. “Save me the best piece of cake, okay?”

“Yup. The one with my name on it” Clementine nods, forcing a tight-lipped smile onto her face as she unstuck her legs from the seat of the swing and made her way across the backyard, preparing a distraction big enough so Kimber and Gat can make their french exit and leave before the rest of the family could notice.

#fic: don't you forget about me #obx fic #outer banks fic #obx s2 #outer banks oc #obx oc #obx ocs: various #obx oc: clementine adams #obx oc: kimber adams #obx oc: liam gatwin #obx oc: lyle adams

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Gouache on Calculators by Kim Taehyung | Calcu-LATER (1)

Pairing: Art Major!Kim Taehyung x Math Major!Reader, Jimin x reader-ish

Summary: Math never fails you. The numbers might not always make sense, but you know there must be a solution. Everything fits together like a perfect puzzle, like your tidy life and solitary living…until Kim Taehyung spills paint all over your notebook. He, quite literally, trips into your life.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Angst, Angst with happy ending, Light Topics, humor

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Uh, it’s not this dark i swear, slight Internalized homophobia, Drinking, Cheating, uh uh uh it’s going to be a ride.

Word Count: 2.7k Words

A/N: Ah! I’m so excited to present this absolute mess of a story! Let me know your thoughts and if you’d like to be added to the taglist! Also also also, this chapter is short, but I promise the next one is a little over twice this length!

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Mr. Erich was a slow talker. You could almost understand why Jimin was falling asleep next to you. Almost. Jimin wasn’t someone you really considered a close friend, but then again, you didn’t have many close friends.

The teacher continued droning on about number theory. You placed your head down on the desk, but your hand continued writing your notes. Staying up late last night wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to write an essay on Anaxagoras, a greek philosopher.

You hated philosophy. But you loved your mother and your mother had urged you to take a class that didn’t only involve numbers.

Jimin was snoring peacefully and you glanced over at him. It wasn’t exactly your issue so you looked away and went back to following the lesson. A few minutes later, he jerked awake and groaned audibly.

A few people in the seats around looked at him quizzically. You shrunk lower in your seat. You didn’t want to attend class, too many people and it made your heart race, but you needed to pass this class and so you, sadly, must attend.

Many knew Jimin as the son and heir to BigHit, the large business conglomerate that had wealth that made even the 1% drool, but to you he was just that guy who fell asleep in Calculus and cheated off your notes. Objectively, this was annoying. Subjectively…

You felt him staring out of the corner of your eye. He was looking pointedly at your notes. Subjectively, you didn’t care enough. If he didn’t pay attention in class, that was his problem and you didn’t feel one way or another. At the bottom of your notes, you wrote, Pay attention.

He wrote that down too without a second thought.

You were busy. You were always busy. In fact, you had an extremely important Algebra assignment to do and you knew you could get it done as long as no one bothered you-

“Oh my god.”

A man with blonde hair and a light blue beret stood in front of you. In his hands was a tray of spilled over paints; paints that were now on you. You tilted your head.

“Can you move?” You spoke up after a while.

“I’m so sorry!” He seemed unfrozen and hurried after you as you brushed by.

“Uh, can you go away?”

“I know you’re probably really mad! Do you want money or something? I can buy you new clothes or-wait that sounds weird.”

“Clothes?” You glanced down and then realized the state of your wardrobe.

You were splattered with red, green, and yellow paint. You then glanced at your notebooks, also, helpfully, coated in a thin layer of paint. More importantly, your beautiful TI-84 calculator was ruined.

You opened your mouth, furiously holding up your calculator, but the man continued rambling on. Annoying. But somewhat entertaining, you supposed.

“You got paint on my-”

“Let me take you out! Somewhere nice? I’ll buy you a coffee!” He tore off some notebook paper and scribbled some numbers down. You paused. What was he doing?

“Besides, it’s not paint, it’s Gouache.” He announced proudly, shoving the paper into your already full arms.

“But that- you still got-”

“Taehyung!” Jimin called from behind you. You turned and the man winced. “Oh, Taehyungie has never been too neat, sorry about him. Anyway, we gotta go, Tae. Yoongi just called and Jungkook set fire to the carpet again.”

“He really needs to change his major to something a little less dangerous.”

“What is this, the third time?”

“I don’t know, but we need to go, Tae-”

“What’s his major?” You questioned.

“Philosophy.” They both said in unison.

“Anyway gotta go!” Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hand and started speed walking away.

“You got paint on my calcu-”

“Later!” Jimin shouted over his shoulder, his eyes lingered on you for a moment.

Did you have something on your face? You swiped at your cheek and he grinned, turning back around and following Taehyung.

Once they were out of sight, you juggled your notebooks around until you could successfully pick up the paper. 278-367-5433 ;). You scoffed at the numbers, something you did often, and crumpled it up.

“Art majors. What a waste of trees” You muttered and trudged back to your dorm.

“I’m so stuck on this problem, Y/N, you’ve gotta help me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend?”

“I’m not your friend, Jimin.” You moved the phone to your other shoulder and continued working.

“But-”

“Bye.”

You hung up and groaned, massaging your temple. Your room could be seen as lonely. Plain white paint sat on dull gray walls. There wasn’t a speck of trash or clothing littered on the floor. You lived an orderly life. Tidy. Your eyes strayed to your hamper.

Your clothes from earlier were spilling out of the top. A splash of color on a black and white canvas. You scrunched your nose and looked away in disgust. You had never understood the point of art. What did anyone ever see in it? It was meaningless. You looked back to your notes.

These numbers meant something. They meant the height of a ladder leaning against a building, the measurements of a bridge, and where Mary Jane would end up in 400 minutes if she’s going five miles an hour on a circular road. It was pretty deep.

You looked at your watch. Then you moved your attention to the window. Your dorm overlooked the sprawling center of campus. The place was a concrete playground, but with the extensive arts program, it was always covered in colorful murals and art pieces.

You didn’t have a roommate and you liked it that way. You had always preferred to be alone. Others called you anti-social, but, to put it another way, if there was an apocalypse and it was just you and another person alive in the entire world, you would probably leave them for dead. Life was simpler alone.

Besides, you wouldn’t have to deal with people chastising you about not picking up on “social cues” or whatever the hell those were. How were you supposed to know that when someone leans in real close, they want to kiss you? It seemed quite arbitrary in your mind.

Your phone was buzzing again.

“What do you want?”

“Please Y/N! This. Is. Really. Hard.”

“Jimin, figure it out. How are you going to pass midterms if you can’t understand algebra?”

“Ouch.”

“I mean that in the most sincere way.” You relented.

“You’re so mean, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows rose. That certainly wasn’t the first time you’d heard those words.

“I’m honest. You could go ask the teacher or something.”

“He told me to ask you.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

You heard him let out a dry laugh on the other side and rustling of sheets.

“You’re really good at math, Y/N.”

“I hate number theory.” You objected.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not good at it!”

“Shut up. I’m going to hang up now.”

“Wait no-”

Beep.

People were annoying. That’s what you had decided. You weren’t trying to stick out like a sore thumb, but getting in the flow of other people and understanding all the shit they wanted you to understand was hard.

You put your pencil back down onto the page and continued writing. You reached for your calculator, groaning when you realized the paint had covered the display.

“Great. Just great.”

You set the calculator aside, feeling a little sentimental. After all, you’d had that thing since seventh grade. Your phone buzzed again. Jimin jesus chr-

“Yes?” You picked up.

“What is this So ka toe ah everyone is telling me about.”

“How did you pass trig without sohcahtoa?”

“Tell me!”

“Ask Taehyung.”

“Taehyung is an art major and hasn’t had to be proficient in math since the fifth grade!”

“Sin, cosine, tan. Bye.”

Beep.

You massaged the crease between your eyebrows and your attention got caught by the darkened campus. The gross fluorescent campus lights lit up the concrete. Freshmen were running wild, happy with their newfound freedom, and seniors were leaving for clubs or parties. The lights in the dorm buildings across campus began turning on one by one.

You searched your pockets for the crumpled paper. When you didn’t find any, you made your way to your hamper and dug around the pockets of your paint smothered clothing.

“Aha.” You unfolded the paper and dialed the number. You didn’t feel like talking, but Jimin was driving you up the wall.

“Taehyung, right?” You said as he picked up.

“Yeah? Changed your mind?”

“No. I’m going to make this short and sweet, tell Jimin to stop calling me for math help. Thanks.” You hung up and went back to your work.

So, technically, you were done with work, but being done with work meant that you were free and if you were free, that meant you had no excuse not to go out. And you needed an excuse to avoid people. You opened up your textbook and frowned at the various graphs and equations. You had already done all of them for fun this summer.

“Hey, Y/N, a bunch of us in the dorm are going out, wanna come?” The hall monitor knocked on your door.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job?” You looked back with a confused expression.

“Charming as ever I see.” She chuckled.

“Come on, Jasmine, Y/N never wants to go out anyway.” Another girl shouted.

“I know! I just wanted to be nice!” Jasmine shouted out, as if you weren’t right there.

“What would be nice is if you left.” You said, your voice monotone and matter of fact.

“Alright then. If you need anything, just text or call.”

“You won’t pick up anyway.” You whispered under your breath, but Jasmine was already gone.

“You forgot that this has to be positive, Jimin.” You leaned over him like an overbearing mother.

“But that doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re dividing two negatives. They cancel out.” You explained, a frown twisting onto your face.

There was a long silence as you watched him scribble down the new numbers. The library was relatively quiet. The giggles of a group in the corner would pierce the peaceful ambience every now and then, but the librarian would always shush them and they’d die down.

Jimin cleared his throat, pulling your attention back to this study session. You moved across the table and sat at your seat again. You just sat and stared at him. He was intriguing. He made silly mistakes that he should honestly understand for being a junior in college. His eyes flicked up to you three times and back to his paper.

“Well, this is awkward.” He said after a while.

“Is it?” You shrugged and continued staring him in the eye. He shifted awkwardly and looked away.

“Why are you staring at me?” He whispered.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?”

His mouth opened and closed then he looked back at his paper, his ears turning red.

“Are you coming on to me?” He murmured.

“What? No, why would I do that?” You said, disgusted, and returned to your work.

To be clear, you weren’t disgusted with him, but you were disgusted at the idea that you would come onto him. After all, you were just here for math and Jimin was just here because he needed help studying, obviously. He looked like you had just slapped him. You honestly didn’t see an issue.

“You know, my parents are pretty traditional and they want me to bring a girl home this holiday season. You’re the only girl I’m really close friends with.” He began. You felt his eyes on you and you looked up.

“Uh, alright? That sounds like a problem. Who are you going to take then?”

“You’re really dense, aren’t you?”

“I’m not dense.” You defended. “You need to expand your friend group.”

“I was wondering if you could come along?”

“What?” Your furrowed your eyebrows. “Absolutely not.”

“It wouldn’t be anything romantic, just-”

A man with mint green hair and a slim build walked past and Jimin’s eyes followed him. You followed his line of sight.

“....We can just go as friends, you know?”

You nodded solemnly. “Just friends, Jimin.”

“You’ll go?”

“Only if you promise me it’s just friends because I really don’t want to have to deal with romance.” You huffed, picking up your pencil and jotting down numbers. “You already have my number, just send me the details.”

“Thank you!”

The librarian shot him a glare and he lowered his voice.

“You’re a real lifesaver.” He whispered.

“I know.” You narrowed your eyes and then began to pack up your things. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to do. Bye.”

“What, but we just-”

“Yeah I know, but I’m sort of sick of talking to people and I helped you with your work so I’ve got to go work on Philosophy.”

“Philosophy? I didn’t take you as a philosophy person.”

“Me neither.”

Aha! You knew you recognized Taehyung from somewhere. You ran your finger over the screen. The list of student names in your philosophy class was displayed.

“Kim Taehyung. [email protected].” You murmured

“Whatcha doing?” Jasmine leaned against your doorway.

“Just...research.” You explained lamely.

“I see.” The hall monitor came inside and sat on your bed. “You never go out, Y/N. I’m worried about you.”

“Okay, and?” You glanced at her as she sat cross legged on the bed. Great. She’s wrinkling the sheets.

“Well, as a friend-”

“We’re not friends.”

“-and hall monitor, I command that you go out this weekend. Do something with your college life. I think you might regret not doing anything fun later on.” She prodded softly.

“This is fun.” You gestured to the scattered math homework pages across the desk.

“Right… well, just keep it in mind.” She stood and moved to your door.

“Jasmine?”

“Yeah?” She paused, turning to look at you. You read over your philosophy work and then your essay.

“You ever think that there are so many people in your life, but no one is really a part of it?”

“You’ve got to stop with the philosophy, Y/N. It feels weird coming from you.” She laughed.

You didn’t find anything funny in that. She looked awkwardly from you to the door, expecting you to chuckle along, but you remained silent, blinking at her. She shivered and left without another word.

The second she was gone, you stood abruptly and smoothed out the bed sheets, but as you did that, more wrinkles appeared on the other side. You felt the anxiety pouring out of you and you rushed to smooth down the other side, but more and more wrinkles kept appearing like disgusting bugs that wouldn’t die. You let out a frustrated sigh and tore all the sheets off your bed.

You took the ruler off your desk and measured out the width and height, then calculated how much extra cloth is needed on both sides for it to be perfectly centered. Then you marked it off and remade the bed. You felt yourself calming as order was restored.

You thought back to Jasmine’s words. Go out? Absolutely not. Then you looked at the crumpled paper on your desk.

“Fine, Jasmine.” You pursed your lips and dialed the number once more.

“Y-ello?” Taehyung’s voice rumbled through the speaker.

“I want a coffee, but I’d prefer to go somewhere quiet.”

“Straight to the point I see.”

“Polite niceties take up too much time. When are you available?” “Whenever you are, love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright. Uh…” There was a long pause and you heard rustling in the background. “Sorry just grabbing a piece of paper.”

“Why are you apologizing? There’s nothing to apologize for.” You said quickly, eager to get this conversation over with.

“I’m free this Saturday?”

“Works for me.” You said. You didn’t need to check your calendar to know you had nothing to do.

“Great see you then.” He said stiffly.

“Yup.”

“Uh...bye?”

“Alright.”

Beep.

Now it was time to overthink the arrangement until Saturday.

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jimin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 2.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings for this chapter: Angsty Babies Fight

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

You stand on the balcony overlooking the casino as the night begins to drag on. There were men and women as far as the eye could see. “Madam.” Your head turns to the voice before smiling at Kirsoon.

He hands you a glass of champagne and you thank him quietly before turning your attention back to the game floor. Your eyes have been on a man, sitting at the blackjack table for quite some time. He was in a Tom Ford suit, classically styled as he sips on his brandy. He hasn’t moved from the table in two hours and the chips in front of him indicate just how good at blackjack he is. Good at blackjack is not a sentence to be said. Unless, you’re counting. Your eyes narrow at him as he flicks at the corners of the cards leisurely. He has on sunglasses so you can’t tell how shifty his eyes are. You can’t ask him to take them off, it’s not against the casino policy to wear shades. But, something is off.

Then your eyes catch it. When he flicks the corner, the man opposite him does so as well. “Kirsoon.” You call to the man behind you and he steps forward as you lean back calmly. “I have counters at blackjack four.”

He stands up straighter before nodding his head and taking off. “Counters at black four.” He mumbles into his wrist before he descends the stairs. Your ankles cross in front of you before leaning your chin on your hand.

“Counting?” You hear from behind you, before arms wrap around your waist. You hum as lips drift over the back of your neck. “I missed you, baby.”

You smirk before turning your head to your husband. You kiss his plush lips gently before hearing commotion downstairs. You turn your attention back to the floor as Kirsoon grabs the chips and places them in a velvet bag. The Tom Ford clad man gets hauled up before being dragged towards the staircase and you click your teeth as innocent patrons jump nervously. “Idiots.” You mumble as your husband’s grip on you tightens.

His hands run over your sides before kissing down your exposed shoulder. “Come home, I miss you.”

You don’t want to go home, though. To go home would mean to have sex with him. Which would lead to another heartbreak when you don’t get pregnant for him. “Soon.” You mumble before kissing his cheek and squeezing out of his grip.

“Kitten?” He whispers confused, you turn your head to him before running your fingers through his hair.

“I have to go take care of this. See you at home?” You ask him gently, but your feet are already walking towards your grandiose office. You hear his hands slap his thighs but you don’t dare turn around to face him. You have guilt just like he does.

You hold out your two fingers before a cigarette is placed within them. Kirsoon lights your cigarette and you smile at the man now tied to the chair in front of you.

“Hi. Good evening.” You whisper to him as he looks around the office. He seems nervous. Looks nervous more like, as you watch sweat begin to bead on his forehead. “Take off your sunglasses.” You tell him before ashing your cigarette into the glass tray on your desk.

You look at his bound hands before clicking your teeth. “Nevermind, Kirsoon will do it for you.”

The tall, stocky man rounds the desk before taking them off of his face and looking at the lenses. He snorts before handing you the glasses and you hold them daintily between your fingers. The lenses were a shade of blue, something that could be seen in the bright lighting of your office compared to the dim lighting downstairs. “You have ink on your fingers?” You ask quietly to the man in the chair in front of you.

He stays silent before showing you his hand. It was free of any ink and you rolled your eyes before putting the glasses to your face. Through the blue lenses you can see faint light blue streaks on his fingers and you hum to him. You break the glasses before Kirsoon holds out his hand beside you. They get discarded into his palm before shrugging your shoulders. You watch as the beads of sweat begin to run down his temples.

“Very nervous for someone who was so confident at my tables not too long ago.” He grunts gently and you lean back in your chair before inhaling some of your cigarette. “You had a partner downstairs. I saw.”

His eyes shift to his lap and you tilt your head before crossing your legs. With an exhale you burn out the cigarette in the glass ashtray and fold your hands in your lap. “You must be very smart to count cards.”

“It’s not hard.” He murmurs and you nod to him as he turns his head to look back at two security as they stand at the double doors. “Where’d you learn to count?”

His eyes flicker back to yours and before clearing his throat. “Princeton. In America.”

“Very good.” You say in English before leaning forward. “I’ll be speaking with you in English then since you can handle it.”

His eyes squeeze shut before his form turns smaller under your piercing gaze. “How much money can you win? If you have all night to do so?”

He bites nervously at the skin on his lip before opening his mouth, “If I can do it and do it without getting caught I can turn over about one hundred thousand a night.”

You whistle, the sharp noise making him shiver before you nod to him. “And can you do this without getting caught?”

He sighs gently before straining his arms against the confines of the rope he is in. “You’re the only person who’s caught me so far. I’m usually pretty good at it.”

You tilt your head before looking him over, if he can do it without getting caught it would be very profitable to the Lions. “Interesting.” You whisper before leaning back.

“What’s your name?”

“People call me Shownu.” You click your teeth before sipping your champagne.

“Well, Shownu. You’ll be working for me from now on.” He cringes before sitting up straighter. “Look, ma’am. I don’t- don’t do this all the time. Just y’know, my brothers need some extra cash so-”

“So you’ll steal from me? That’s what this is, you’ll just take money from my casino?” He bows his head in defeat and you stand up drawing his attention.

“You will work for me and repay everything you have tried to steal, and then some. You’ve been to the Mad Hatters Casino?” He gives a stiff nod before you look at Kirsoon.

“You’ll be taking their money from now on. What’s your real name?”

“Hyunwoo.” He whispers as you round the desk.

“Hyunwoo.” You let the name roll off of your tongue before nodding. “Welcome to the Lions Den.”

He curses gently before you look over at Kirsoon, “Guess someone will be getting the money you so easily lost.”

You pat Hyunwoo on the shoulder before walking towards the doors. “Make sure he doesn’t run anywhere. We have a lot of money to collect.”

“Yes Madam!”

Arriving home, there was little to no noise besides crickets chirping as the sky became an onyx black littered with small dots of stars. You could only hope Jimin had gone to bed by now so that you didn’t have to beat around the bush as to why you didn’t come home with him. Kirsoon was very capable of dealing with things on his own and the both of you know this. You take off your heels before stepping up the left staircase silently. Your eyes straining to see anything in the darkness but it’s welcoming to have this time to yourself.

You step up to the third floor before sighing gently, eyes lingering on the three metal doors to your right before anything else. Feet padding gently against the wooden floor you stop before the kids room which used to be yours. With a gentle push the room comes into view illuminated by the Tinkerbell night light that is plugged into the wall. Hawon sleeps soundly, arms over her face in her small bed and you find the corners of your lips turning upwards as she rolls over in her sleep. Minseok sleeps in his crib, on his stomach as per usual and you sigh gently.

The love you have for your two children could never diminish, never compare to anything else. You find yourself so immensely grateful for the both of them and your lips press into a straight line as you lean on the door frame. You and Jimin work hard to make sure they know how loved they are amidst your busy schedules. And, although you try to hide what you do from them you know they’ll discover it as they become older. It’s only a matter of time.

Your hand comes to your mouth as you stare at the both of them. There’s something tugging at your heart in this early hours of the morning, something akin to being empty. Your heart was full and your womb was empty. Maybe it wasn’t in the cards to have another one, maybe God was punishing you both for killing men and doing the jobs you’ve created for yourselves. Maybe just maybe you were fated with two and no more.

You shut the door to the kids room before looking over at the intricate wooden doors of the master bedroom. The lion so diligently carved into the wood makes you sigh. You remember a time when you stayed in the kids room and would open the door to look at Jimin’s doors with curiosity and burning passion. There was a sort of mysticality and longing when you first got together, he was something new and different for you and it brought a fire to your veins like nothing you had ever felt before. There was passion and ardor still, but there was also guilt and worry. Two emotions that sit in the pit of your stomach, roiling your nerves to no end.

You can only look forward to getting the Im’s and giving them payback. It’s something that keeps you going, keeps you moving. Because if you stop, that’s when the guilt and worry really settles in.

You open the door to the bedroom quietly, eyes scanning the moonlit room before seeing your husband in bed. You breathe a sigh of relief as he lays beneath the covers, one arm under his head and the other on the spot where you lay. His lips are parted as he lays still and your heart feels lighter just looking at his handsome face. That’s something you always find yourself grateful for. How being with him can change your mood like whiplash. Your worry is never at the forefront of your brain when you're with him. But, when you're alone that's a different story.

Climbing into bed you feel him shift, eyes opening blearily before smirking. “Hi Kitten.”

You hum to him as you lay down on your back, eyes on the canopy above you. He shifts closer to you, wrapping his arm around your body before putting his head on your shoulder. “Missed you.”

You kiss his forehead before closing your eyes, fingertips traipsing over the skin of his arm. “Missed you too.”

“I love you.” He mumbles sleepily and you smirk before getting comfortable beneath him, “I love you, too.”

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do.” Jimin mumbles with a mouth full of food before pointing his chopsticks in your direction. You sip your screwdriver before putting the spoon up to Minseok’s lips. You watch as he eats greedily before smiling at him and wiping his chin with your thumb. “And, what do you think I’m going to do?”

Jimin swallows before picking up his cup of coffee, “You’re going to send this Hyunwoo to steal from the Ims casino.” You look over at him before smiling. He scoffs gently as you pick up another spoon full of the scrambled eggs for your son. “Kitten.” Jimin mumbles before putting his hand on your knee.

You look down at his hand before crossing your legs, effectively knocking it off of you. He sighs loudly as you kiss Minseok’s forehead. “What if he gets caught?”

“He won’t.” You say before handing Minseok to Mirae as she sits at the breakfast nook. “But, what if he does? Isn’t the Casino Night enough? Shouldn’t we be worrying about that then having him take their money from counting cards?”

You hum to him before standing, you finish your screwdriver before kissing his forehead. “I want it all.” You flick your finger underneath his chin and he puts his hands over his face with a groan.

“Mirae watch the kids.” Jimin mumbles before chasing you.

“Hey, hey. Baby.” Your husband whispers, hands running over your bare arms as he stops you in the sitting room. Your arms fold before you look up at your husband. “Can we talk?” He begs of you and you clear your throat before walking past him. You cannot stop, you will not let the guilty set in.

“I have to go count the safe at the casino before it opens for the day.” Jimin’s tongue licks at his lips before he’s following behind you. “Please, Y/N. Give me five minutes.”

You enter your bedroom before walking into the closet and your husband closes the door behind you both. Locking it shut and pressing his back to it so you can’t leave even if you wanted too. “Very mature Jimin.” You mumble before rifling through your clothes.

“Are you angry with me?” He asks quietly and you raise your eyebrow before grabbing a Chanel dress you had bought not too long ago. “Angry? For what?”

His hands rub together and he stares at the floor. “You didn’t come home with me last night… I waited for you for hours.”

Oh God. Here we go. “I told you, I had Hyunwoo and the card counting to deal with.”

He nods thoughtfully before his head lolls back against the clouded glass door. “Kirsoon can take care of that stuff, too y’know.” You know this.

You take off your nightgown before sitting on the bench in your walk in closet. “I wanted to take care of it myself.” You whisper, guilt starting to set into your bones.

“That’s it? That’s the only reason why you didn’t come home with me?” You hesitate before nodding to your husband. “It’s not because we aren’t pregnant yet?”

Your jaw flexes in annoyance before you’re standing up. “Get out of my way. I have to take a shower and go.” You mumble stepping towards the door. He makes no move and you scoff before putting your hands through your hair.

“Baby.” His voice is gentle and it only makes you more upset. “Get out of my way Jimin.”

His hands reach for you and you take a step back, “Move. Before I make you.” You whisper to him. He swallows thickly before his mocha irises meet yours. “I know it must be really painful for you to not be pregnant yet and I’m really so-”

“Stop!” You cut him off before shoving him out of the way and unlocking the door. “Y/N. I know it’s probably taking a toll on you and I just want to make sure you know how much I love you.” He says as he follows you towards the bathroom.

“Leave me alone, Jimin.” You mumble before kicking open the bathroom door. You go to slam the door in his face, but he’s too quick and strong for that. He shoves the door open before following you inside and you groan loudly.

“What?! What do you want from me?!” You yell to your husband as you throw your dress onto the marble bench of the bathroom.

His eyes show sorrow as he looks at you and it only makes your heart clench tighter as you turn away from him. “Leave me be.” You tell him before turning on the shower.

He walks towards you before hugging you tightly and you shove at his body as your cheeks become inflamed with embarrassment and guilt. “Get off!” You yell to him before he tightens his grip.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and you sigh impatiently as the bathroom begins to fog up with steam from the hot shower. “I love you.” He murmurs into your skin.

“I love you, too.” You mutter out before he loosens his grip.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it. I don’t want to fucking think about it. So just leave me the fuck alone.” You tell your husband, perfectly manicured finger pointing in his direction.

He picks up your dress before sitting down on the marble bench. His legs cross and he watches you enter the steaming hot shower. He can feel his eyes begin to sting as you put your forehead to the white tiled wall. “Kitten, I think you’re projecting your anger about not being pregnant towards the Ims.” He whispers as his hands run over the expensive fabric of your dress.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?! Didn’t I?!” You yell before sitting down in the shower. With a heavy heart he continues on, knowing you need to hear this. “I know they killed your parents. I know there’s anger there that boils you like it does to me. But, you’re becoming aggressive. Like Jeongguk, you’re going about it in an unhealthy way. And, I think the reason is because you’re feeling guilty and hurt that we haven’t gotten pregnant again yet. I know that-”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! GET OUT!” You scream at the top of your lungs as water begins to berate your head as you lean forward. Jimin bites his bottom lip as you turn your face away from him.

“I love you so much, baby. Another baby will come. I know it.” You scoff before putting your hands to your face, your foot kicks at the porcelain tub. “We just have to keep trying.” He mumbles before rubbing his hands on his suit pants.

Jimin has never been one to just let things lie. It’s what you loved about him, if you’re being honest. He always takes time to talk to you about things that might be troubling you or him so you never have to tiptoe around each other. After the first fight you had when you were pregnant with Hawon, he never kept anything inside after that. You just wish for once he would leave you alone. “We have been trying. Trying and failing.” You find yourself saying, your voice cracks and his head hangs lower at the raw emotion behind it.

“I know, Kitten. I know it’s really hard for you right now. But, I’m your other half, you need to talk to me.” God, he’s so annoying and so right.

He takes off his clothes, folding them neatly onto the bench before climbing into the shower behind you. He sits down, legs sprawling out beside yours before hugging you tightly from behind. It’s then that a sob rips from you unexpectedly. Your arms fold over your knees before your face is pressed to them. Jimin kisses over your shoulder, letting the hot water soak his body as you begin to cry. “You’re the strongest woman I know. But, it’s okay to not be strong sometimes. That’s why I’m here. To be your other half for you to lean on.”

Your tears that fall blend in with the water as it runs down the porcelain tub and down the drain. You don’t cry, you don’t break down. You’re Park Y/N, the vixen. And yet…

Your husband sits with you for a while, just letting you cry and even that makes you feel worse. “I feel so empty.” You whimper to him and he looks up at the ceiling as his eyes fill with tears. Trembling lips caress your wet skin and he blinks out a few tears before nodding.

“We’ll get pregnant again. I know it. My heart bleeds for you, you know that. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror these days when you think I’m not paying attention. I see it all, everything.” You bury your face into your legs at his admission.

“We’ll get through this just like anything we’ve done before. Alright?” You nod weakly as he runs a hand over your soaked head. “I love you, Kitten.”

A cigarette dangles from Hyunah’s lips as you lean back into your chair. “So what? I’m uninvited to Casino Night then?” She says to you before lighting her cigarette.

“Yes, you’re uninvited.” You tell your friend as you sit in her office. She scoffs before rubbing her hand over her forehead. “Why is that?”

“Because it’s not a party. It’s a death sentence and you are not invited to die.” You tell her before lighting your own cigarette. She frowns at you before folding her arms. “That’s when I have fun though. I love a good death sentence.”

You giggle gently before ashing your cigarette into the ashtray. “Why do you look like shit?” She questions as her butler places two glasses of wine on the desk.

You look down at your Chanel dress before raising an eyebrow. “I look like shit?” She hums as she pulls from her cigarette.

“You look all strung out and miserable. Not like a lioness at all, in fact.” You frown before pulling from your cigarette. “Hyunah. I’m really not in the mood to feel more shitty about myself today. Okay?”

She raises an eyebrow before leaning across the desk and wiping her thumb under your eye taking off some of your concealer. “Why’d you cry? Do I have to go kill that little boy?”

You roll your eyes before pulling away from her and grabbing your glass of red wine. “No. This isn’t about him. It’s about me.”

She tilts her head before clicking her teeth. “You want another baby?”

“Oh my God, can you not do that fucking shit for like three seconds?!” You whine to her before standing up. She watches you pace in front of the fireplace before looking at her butler. “Brew some tea, with the tea leaves still inside.”

“No!” You whine to her as her butler leaves. “Yes.”

“I don’t want that shit! I just want to forget about it!” She shakes her head before grabbing her glass of wine. “Tough shit, lioness. We’ll see what the spirits say.”

You stare at Hyunah as the tea pot is set in front of the both of you. She pours you a cup before holding it out. You fold your arms and she shakes her hand gently. “Drink the fucking tea and then swirl the sediment. You’ve done this before when you were pregnant with Minseok and everything I said was correct. Yes or no?”

You grunt gently before nodding, “Then drink the fucking tea.”

You grab the cup before sneering at your older friend. She sips her wine before smirking at you. Good old Lee Hyunah. You chug the tea, the bitterness making you wince before you swirl the cup and hand it back to her. She clears her throat before setting the cup onto the table.

“Let’s see.” She mumbles and you lean forward without a second thought. It’s not that you didn’t believe the tea leaves. It’s that you don’t want to hear bad news from her that you’re suddenly infertile or some shit.

“Interesting.” She whispers to herself and you find yourself rolling your eyes. “Hyunah!”

The leaves just look like blobs and dashes to you and you find your tongue roaming over your teeth afraid any had gotten stuck in the crevices. “I see many things here, lioness.”

“Like?” You mumble feeling nervous now.

She points to four circles in a row before looking up at you, “That’s a chain, symbolizes a string of events coming your way.”

“An anchor is also apparent, meaning things are going to become difficult to change. Maybe within the string of events.”

You tilt your head as her eyes widen, “There is something like a basket which usually symbolizes fertility and a new addition.”

Your breath catches in your throat before you’re leaning your elbows onto the desk for more information. “What else?�� You whisper as you peer into the cup of sediment.

“A bouquet. Symbol of a happy marriage.” You begin to smile before she takes a sharp breath between her teeth before picking up the cup.

“Oh, lioness.” You can hear the concern in her voice and it makes you shrink in form. “What?” You mumble uneasily.

She points at a black smudge of leaves before swallowing thickly. “That’s a beast, it means misfortune. And right next to it is a skull.”

She looks up at you before closing her eyes, “The one next to it is a raven.”

She opens her eyes before exhaling long and slow, “It means you’re going to die.”

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Tim gets himself turned into a cat for a week and is forced to stay at Stephanie's until the spell wears off on its own. Honestly, it's not as traumatic as it sounds. For Tim.

“I refuse to take responsibility,” Damian said. He was holding a glossy short haired black cat with a long face and sharp features. It had big bat ears and lovely big blue eyes whose pupils dilated when Stephanie looked at it. Damian held it out for Stephanie to take, lower legs dangling from a slim body. Its tail whipped from side to side, irritated.

Apparently, it was Tim after one ill-informed altercation with that magician villain who the Teen Titans and the Flash fought occasionally.

Stephanie smiled tightly to the point where Damian thought she was in physical pain.

“Do you want to come in? Have a cup of cocoa maybe?”

“Not even slightly. I have a litter box and some compostable wood pellets for litter,”

Oh my God –

“and father insisted that someone within Gotham care for him until this passes whilst he is off planet. Zatanna says it will end on its own in a week and is less likely to end in permanent brain damage than trying to reverse it artificially. More brain damage than Drake already –”

“Yes, Damian, I get it.” Stephanie sighed, pouting as she inspected Tim, still patiently dangling in Damian’s outstretched arms. “Do you understand us Tim?”

The cat – Tim – yowled in a way which sounded partly like a Siamese cat and partly like an car engine struggling to start, but Damian shook his head.

“No. His brain has shrunk to the size of a peanut. Apparently, he will remember nothing, which is good, all things considered.”

Stephanie frowned, then leaned down directly into the cats eyeline.

“Would you rather stay with me over Damian?” she asked it, regardless. “I guess it makes sense, mom is visiting Florida for the week…” she mused out loud, feeling supremely stupid.

Tim yowled again, and his pupils impossibly grew bigger.

Groaning, Stephanie conceded. “Fine, but –” wasting no time, Damian practically tossed the cat into her arms. She caught Tim clumsily, and he meowed in distress, scrambling up to cling to her shoulders.

“Ow, ow, ow! Claws. Claws, Tim ow!”

She held him tight under his little bum, and as she watched Damian run back to the Alfred chauffeured car for the bits and pieces she would need. Stephanie turned, leaving the front door open, and went upstairs to her room. Tim clung to her tightly, little claws making an imprint in her skin. When she reached her bed she leaned forward, letting him turn on his own and land on his feet in the centre of the mattress. He plopped down, sitting perfectly straight with his tail still swishing, and watched her as she proceeded to help Damian move all the pieces of kit inside. She placed the litter tray in the bathroom, wondering briefly about those YouTube videos she’d seen of cats using the toilet could be applicable. She sighed as she sat the plastic tray down, wiggling little wood pellets a couple of inches deep. Tim had come over to join her in the door frame. He looked up at her, and she looked down at him.

“Tim, I’m going to be scooping up your poo and pee. You better give me a big boon when this all over.”

Tim mewled, and to Stephanie it sounded like a bargain had been struck. Damian handed her a plastic bag filled with cat food – whatever Pennyworth did not wish to eat he explained – then left her to it.

“Do not let him go outside.”

“Yes, Damian.”

His round cheeks puffed up, and the bridge of his nose turned red like it did when he was embarrassed.

“Thank you, Stephanie.”

Somewhat mollified, Stephanie said he was welcome and then Damian and Alfred were gone. Shutting the front door, she turned around to see Tim sitting on the stairs, watching her.

Stephanie jumped, unnerved.

“How much of your peanut sized brain is like… at human level smartness?” she asked.

Tim sat quietly for a moment, watching her with those unnatural icy blue eyes. His tail, disproportionately long, smacked against the floor with a heavy thump.

“None then. Well, still, let me know when you want feeding. Or bathroom breaks so I can clean it up before it stinks out the house. I have to work on college. So… go take a nap or something. You probably need one.”

Tim blinked, stepped down the stairs, went through to the living room, sat on her sofa, and rested his head down. Like the cat he was, he was soon asleep in the late afternoon sun.

Stephanie followed him curiously, peered over the back of the couch, admiring his glossy coat then shook her limbs loose.

Just another day in the life, she told herself.

Having her ex-boyfriend slash transmogrified cat living with her for a week. Sure. Cats were distant creatures, and so were her and Tim in recent years. They could get through this week, surely.

Oddly, having another creature in the house made her feel more lonely.

*****

Tim had enough self-awareness to realise he was in fact a cat, but also not enough self-awareness to realise that there were certain behaviours he should not indulge in.

Nobody believed him that he could understand what was being said, so he decided to just go with the flow for the next six days. Abdicate all responsibility. Be feral. Receive the occasional pat on the head. All in good fun. Bizarrely, he was enjoying the drama of it all.

The first issue came about at dinner. He had woken from his nap with a hunger that he had never in his eighteen years (did that make him around two years old in cat years?) of life felt before. It was as if he had not eaten in weeks he was starving he was voracious he –

Needed help in opening tin cans.

Dammit.

Honestly, Tim would have been feeling much more humiliated and more willing to jump out of a window to end it all if he was not so sure that he would instinctively land on his feet.

Just a week. And Stephanie would take care of him, loathe as he was to admit it. She would find it uncomfortable and painful with each interaction, so he would take great care in staying out of her way. Things were awkward enough between them without the knowledge that she was going to have to brush him and feed him and clean up his poops and hairballs (he loathed how easily the concept of grooming came to him). He didn’t need to inflict anymore grief on her than she had already reluctantly accepted.

None of this stopped him from being very hungry when he woke up. He needed food. Preferably ten minutes ago.

He leapt down with a solid thud from Stephanie’s sofa, shaking his head to clear any remaining nap time fuzziness, then plodded upstairs. To his own ears, it sounded very cheery.

She had left her bedroom door slightly ajar, and Tim slid in. She did not hear him enter on account of her having a giant pair of red headphones blasting music at far too loud a volume to be good for her hearing. Or rather, he assumed they were red. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that his vision had been altered. Shades of red and green blended together in assorted shades of yellow and brown, and even the blues of the world was washed out and pale. Everything had a slight blur to it, especially for objects further away. When he had first been held up to Stephanie, he realised that the blue of her eyes now seemed almost grey, and her skin was sickly. Of this change, Tim hated the most.

She was leaning over piles of notes, hands stained with highlighter and pen ink. Tim noted her expression and found he did not like it.

She looked very sad.

He meowed to try and get her attention, but with her music playing as loud as it was, she did not hear him. Drastic measures were needed. He would soon be dead from starvation before too long.

He slinked up to the side of her chair, noting the convenient space between her lap, chest and desk. He looked up at her, yowling one more time to try and give her warning, but she did not notice.

Tim blinked slowly. Her eyes were wet.

He leapt up onto her lap, fully expecting her to shriek, to lift and throw him across the room reflexively. However, she just gasped gently, surprise quickly fading, and laughed. Good. The wet look in her eyes vanished with genuine joy. She paused her music, clumsily taking off the headphones and setting them on the desk. She adjusted her lap so Tim could sit more steadily and rested her hands at the base of his back and tail, scratching absentmindedly. He chittered at her and she raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“What?” she whispered conspiratorially. Oh, she was enjoying this. Tim grumbled, body vibrating, then hopped up another level onto her desk. With a purposeful tap, he smacked her wrist.

“What is it you little goblin?”

Rude. Tim yowled, and paced back and forth. Stephanie huffed, reaching to pick him up and put him down. When she turned, she saw her alarm clock on her bedside table. It was six o’clock.

“The time?” Her eyes widened with realisation. “Oh? Dinner time?”

His loud, drawn out meow made her wince, but she nodded all the same. “Alright then sir, come on. Let’s see what we can do for you.”

He merrily leapt down from her arms, jogging away down the stairs to the kitchen. Jumping up on the counter, he pawed insistently at the food still in the plastic bags Damian had brought. Food. He needed food. He was wasting away; why couldn’t she see…

“Right, what did Damian gift us with… Oh. Biscuits huh?”

Tim froze. Cat food. He was going to have to eat cat food.

He was a cat. But not that much. He was finding it difficult enough to imagine going in that litter box in not too long. He quietly made a little meow, distressed.

Stephanie opened the bag, and the smell of dry crunchy biscuits filled the air. Tim visibly gagged, and Stephanie quickly resealed the container.

“Yeah, I agree there Timbo. I can’t give you the wet food either, that jelly is disgusting... but your stomach can’t handle human stuff. You’re a carnivore now bud.”

She hemmed and hawed, opening assorted cupboards, looking for something suitable. Tim meowed mournfully. He was going to starve unless he ate the biscuits, but he so did not want to eat the biscuits.

“Oh!” Stephanie chirped, pulling a tin down. She held it up to him for inspection. “Tuna in spring water. That’ll do, right? But how much…”

Tim paced frantically back and forth as she googled portion sizes. Starving, starving, he was skin and bones, no chance for recovery. It had been eight hours since he last ate, how did she expect him to –

She placed a shallow dish in front of him, half of the can placed sweetly in front of him. She then placed down a small glass bowl, filled with fresh water. Uncaring of his dignity, he began to eat voraciously.

Stephanie leaned on the counter, watching him do so.

“I’m sorry there’s no milk. I heard cats are actually lactose intolerant, so just water for you this week.”

Tim ignored her, so delighted with the taste of fresh tuna that the lack of milk was so far down his list of priorities. It was only when Stephanie, in an apparent act of madness, reached down and ran a hand from his temple all the way along his back to the tip of his tail did he look up. Somewhere in the back of his little kitty brain, he noted that his muscles had tensed up, rising to the pressure of her hand as it made its way down his spine to make the contact firmer. Her hand was warm. He looked up from his feast, confused.

She was still smiling, but it looked melancholy to Tim.

“I don’t think you can actually understand me,” she said quietly, half speaking to herself. “Which is pretty expected for us. I think it’s just the fact that you’re a vocal kitty who isn’t going to remember anything in six days’ time. Which is just as well. I can tell you all my secrets then?”

Tim wanted to protest her falsehoods but found the taste of tuna too distracting.

Stephanie continued, “I’m going to go on patrol now. There’s been a monster of a case I’m getting nowhere with. I’m having another go tonight. Don’t sleep on my bed when I’m away okay?”

Tim wanted very much to yowl, to let her know that he could understand, and to ask her why she was being so mopey. It seemed more than just a sadness over his situation. He wanted to explain that, honestly, he was fine with it. Well, not fine. But he had endured much worse. He knew it was temporary, he knew things would return to normal soon, and he was warm, looked after and almost looking forward to a week’s peace.

So what if he was a slightly goofy looking black cat who had the sudden urge to lick himself clean every few minutes? In the grand scheme of trauma he had undergone in his short life, shitting in a box was pretty low on the list.

He tried to tell her it was fine, only to drop tuna all over the counter. In a fumbled attempt to clean up after himself, he licked the surface clean. Stephanie groaned, then rose away from him.

“Enjoy the evening Tim. Don’t bother me when I get back. Don’t puke anywhere.”

Tim, in fact, did not puke that night. He did use the litter box however and hated it. He tried very hard to make as little mess as possible, ensuring all the litter stayed within the box. He was here because of Stephanie’s good nature; he was not about to blow it.

He did, at around 3am, however, experience what he had heard Selina refer to as ‘the zoomies’. It was a frantic pent-up energy that he did not know how to expel. The only way that came to mind was to dash across the house in a desperate attempt to tire himself out so he could return to sleep. So, he ran, up and down the stairs, leaping off the banisters and hopping over chairs and coffee tables. He did so, bored out of his mind, until he saw the lights of her vehicle pull up. He ran up the stairs in time for Batgirl to crawl through her window. He sat patiently in her doorway, waiting for the right moment to greet her, when he saw she collapsed to the floor with a distinctive and heartrending cry of pain. His little heart pounded painfully at the sound, but he did not move.

He watched as she cursed up a storm, correcting her position so she could take off her costume piece by piece. She did so wincing, crying out, and swearing with each painful movement. If she had someone to help her, she would have been able to get ready for bed in much less agony. Whatever she had dealt with this night, it had been rough.

She crawled around on the floor, apparently unable to walk now that the adrenaline had worn off. She remained in her shorts and sports bra, and without showering, crawled into bed. Tim watched as she reached into her bedside table, pulled out two painkillers, and like a baby, swallowed them with some water from a sports bottle that stood nearby.

He thought he heard her very quietly cry to herself, but that couldn’t be. Stephanie did not cry. His hearing had been different since the transformation last night, sounds and noises did not compute the way they used to. The sound she was making very quickly stopped though, and instead Tim heard her very determinedly whisper to herself,

“Always better in the morning.”

It wasn’t a philosophy he completely agreed with. Sometimes the morning just brought clarity of the previous day’s horror. But her odd breathing stopped, and soon it was replaced with the deep gentle snoring of someone sleeping. Finally, Tim moved. He wanted to curl up next to her. Stephanie was warm, and he had discovered recently that he liked warm places. He wanted her hand to stroke him again.

But no. She had said to stay off her bed for sleeping. She has asked him not to bother her. She certainly would not be happy to find him sleeping next to her. Tim tried to remind himself that he was only getting away with certain behaviours because of his size, and there were some boundaries that he should not cross. What if she woke up in the morning, only to find that the spell had worn off early, and there was a naked human Tim Drake in her bed?

Oh no. That would be very embarrassing.

Besides, he didn’t have that kind of relationship with her anymore. He didn’t have the right anymore to insert himself into her space. They had decided not to pursue it. Not good for her, she’d said.

Tim could no longer remember his own reason. He suspected it was moot after she had become Batgirl.

And yet… she’d been crying. Tim wanted to help her. How could that not be good? Surely if he could provide comfort, if he wanted to provide comfort, she would allow it?

He turned away, not liking the way it felt like turning away from someone calling for help and returned to the living room sofa. He curled into a ball, and slept until the morning, whereupon the hunger pains hit him once more.

And so, a routine began. Tim would yowl like he was dying outside Stephanie’s door, reluctant to intrude whilst she slept. Eventually, Stephanie would emerge, ready to feed him chicken or another half a tin of tuna. He was not so secretly delighted at the way her eyes lit up with humour when she saw him, spinning in circles unable to contain his excitement, though Tim would note locations of bruises that had not been there the night before. She was struggling, it seemed.

She would then go take a shower, clean out his litter tray with a pithy comment, then go to class, leaving Tim bored until she would return after four, ready to clean his litter tray once more, provide dinner, then spend a couple of hours doing homework before leaving again for patrol. She would return at first light, looking more defeated with each passing sunrise. She would be smiling come the morning, but – even with a brain the size of a monkey nut – Tim saw it was shallow.

It did not escape Tim’s notice that she was going out of her way to avoid him. He understood it. She did the same thing when he was human. He would call for her help from time to time with a case, which she gave without reservation, just as she had done now for kitty him, but rarely, if ever, did she call for his aid.

Her stubborn independent streak had not abated with time it seemed, even when it came at the price of her safety.

That and she just seemed sadder than usual. Or was this usual, and he was just never around and allowed to view it?

His tiny mind whirled and churned, and with no outlet, he stewed, glaring out the window at passer-by’s and their dogs.

Regardless, on the fifth night, after hearing her stilted heart-rending sobs and half-hearted and self-inflicted words of comfort, he decided to break the one boundary she had set.

He jumped up onto the bed, moving until he had clambered on her sternum, then folded down into a loaf position. Stephanie tensed, unsure what game he was playing, until she felt him begin to purr.

She laughed brokenly, more of a whimper than a genuine expression of joy and reached up to scratch behind his ears.

Tim purred louder, to her delight.

“I’m having a bit of a rough time,” she spoke quietly in the dark, as if reluctant to break the thick, dark blanket of warmth and comfort. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be a burden.”

Tim gave a small ripple of a meow in response. She was not a burden.

“I can’t get a crack on this case,” she explained. “I make a dent, get hurt in a fight and am fine in the morning, but then so are they. I’ve hit a wall. But I have to do it alone. Bruce and Babs expect me to now… I have to…”

Her voice broke and she cut herself off. She smiled crookedly, painfully trying to dispel her sadness. Tim began to make biscuits. He didn’t understand why, but he thought the pressure would help. She was a little furnace beneath him, and he purred loudly, drowning out her shaky breathing.

Stephanie chuckled at the sensation of his little vibrating chest. She ran a hand down his back again, enjoying the smooth coat. Contradictorily once more her eyes became wet.

“Do you think, when you are back to normal, we could talk? There’s…there’s no-one else who would understand. Though I think I’d make Cass sad if I told her that. But I miss you. And I think it’s my fault.”

Tim shifted upwards, until his nose rested under her chin. He continued to purr loudly, nearly trilling with the force of it. Steph nuzzled in close and kissed his forehead and flicked his large ears.

“Silly boy. I hope you don’t remember this. You’d hate me for it.”

Tim meowed grouchily. How she could lie to herself like that…

They’d burned their bridge long ago. He knew this. And him being a cat for a week was not going to mend it. But it made his heart ache like nothing else to see her despondent. He silently promised himself that he would extend an olive branch before the end of next week. They couldn’t continue like this, tip toeing around each other with Tim occasionally stepping too close and making Steph flinch back away.

She wasn’t flinching away now though.

She picked him up so she could sleep better and set him on the pillow next to her. Turning on her side, she reached up and placed a soft, warm hand on his shoulders, rhythmically petting the fur there.

Her quiet sniffles died off, Tim’s purring acting as a lullaby, and she fell asleep before the sun rose.

Throughout the night he shifted closer, until he was practically resting on her head. He rested his chin on the crown of her head, her long golden hair acting like a silken pillow, and kept guard for the rest of the night.

*****

Stephanie awoke to her nose being licked. She opened her eyes blearily, and realised it was Tim cat. She blushed, remembering what had transpired last night. She told herself it was fine, opening up like that. It was only a cat. It was only Tim. Tim, who would be blissfully ignorant come the evening. Though that reminded her, she better lay out some clothes for him. Her mother was coming back at some point in the next forty-eight hours. The idea of her walking in on a naked Tim would cause a conniption.

She smooched Tim’s head, and he meowed cheerily at the wet smack, and continued to press up against her.

She had kept her distance at first, struggling to reconcile Tim with the little sleek gremlin cat meowing at her feet. It felt weird, so she – for a lack of a better term – ignored him. He would be so angry when he changed back, she wanted to avoid anything which he could extrapolate from the week as her being mocking or patronising.

Bruce’s anger she had learned to ignore, Tim’s she hadn’t figured out a knack for yet. It hurt, in a physical manner that she could not explain. Like he was kicking her in the gut again. She found herself actively taking steps now to avoid it. Avoid the concept of it.

But she was exhausted, physically, and emotionally. Years ago, when she would reach such a state, Tim would somehow figure it out and slink in through her window or take her on a quiet date. The two would hold on to each other, and let Stephanie catch her breath and perspective with a warm pillar of support behind her.

Despite Tim now being a cat, it seemed he still had this perception, and had sought her out to give comfort. Weird how animals could sense those sorts of things.

Fuck it, she thought. It was the last day, she was feeling miserable, and there was a perfectly cuddly vibrating fluff ball in her arms, who showed no signs of irritation and instead was offering comfort that she didn’t get much of in recent years. She was going to milk this for all it was worth. Maybe she could take some photos and videos later – humiliate or blackmail Tim later. All in good fun, of course. She never wanted to genuinely upset him.

She continued to give him sweet pecks on his head back and sides, which she thought he liked, as he meowed and headbutted her.

“Sweetie,” she praised, and she picked him up to cradle him properly. He flipped over, being held like a baby, as she continued to croon, “Last day as a kitty. Tomorrow you won’t remember a thing, and we won’t be able to talk like I am now… isn’t that sad? I think we should spoil you today. Lap of luxury and all that. It’ll keep my brain busy, if nothing else.”

He pawed at her chin, and she kissed his toe beans.

She spent an embarrassingly long amount of the day starfished on the floor, playing with Tim. He was a chatty little cat, more so than he ever was as a person. His meows sounded like a revving engine and were as long as he could hold his breath. He was graceful though, despite his lanky limbs and giant ears. He leapt from surface to surface and straight into her arms with seemingly no effort, and whenever she let him roll out of her embrace, he landed neatly on his feet every single time.

Stephanie couldn’t help it, but when she pulled out a little laser from her Batgirl belt, she recorded Tim’s feral delight, chasing a speck of red across the house. She laughed more than she had in a long while, partly because it had been so long since she had seen anything so unabashedly goofy as Tim as a cat, shaking his little bum, pupils dilated larger than dinner plates, in preparation to jump a red point of light.

It was delightful and made her wonder if she could convince Crystal to adopt a cat once she returned. Poor Tim, he’d have no clue what he’d endured come the morning, but at least in that moment, he seemed happy.

When it reached eight pm, Stephanie sighed, realising she had another night of patrol to face. Selfishly, she wanted to linger, to keep company with the cat, but she quickly shook that thought off. People needed her. She wanted her case over and done with.

“One last go,” she whispered. “I can do it tonight. I’m nearly there.”

Tim hopped up onto her lap and she was sliding on her gloves. She chuckled lightly and scratched under his chin. He purred, craning his neck to allow her better access.

“I’ll lay your human clothes out for you on my bed, okay? If it’s not fixed by the time I’m back… I’ll put you in your boxers and jeans and hopefully come morning…” She got up, hoisting Tim to rest on her shoulders, and tugged one of the plastic bags Damian had left for her. To her growing dismay, she realised there was only a pair of underpants. She looked sideways, Tim peering over her left shoulder. “Oh dear, Tim. Damian really is out to get you, huh?”

He chuffed, like he was grumbling to himself. She pecked him once more, and he meowed more firmly, hopping off her shoulders as she made her way to rummage through her wardrobe.

“I don’t want my mom to come back and find you in your undies in my room and me being AWOL. That would just be one step too much for her, I think. I still have some baggy sweatshirts…pants though… pants…”

She tossed clothes haphazardly, at one point burying Tim under a pile of bras and underpants that she shrieked at, loudly and joyously, when she realised what she had done. Eventually she found a pair of jeggings which she hoped would suffice. Tim looked almost suspicious. If he had eyebrows, they would have been raised.

“You have skinny legs,” Stephanie justified, feeling insane talking to the cat. “It’s fine. Just until the morning. I’ll drive you back and no-one will see your shame. Not even Damian. We’ll sneak. Promise.”

She carefully laid out the clothes, and shoved what she had carelessly tossed out her closet back in with equal zeal. Pecking Tim once more on the head, she moved the litter box into her bedroom and shut the door.

“I can’t have mom coming back to a half naked boy in my living room and a box of used kitty litter. You’ll have to stay in here. Hopefully, I’ll be back before she is. She said she’ll drive the whole way and not stop. So, maybe by seven in the morning? Fingers crossed.”

She opened up the windowsill, slinking her leg over. Tim hopped up on her desk, as if to follow her out.

“Uh-uh,” she warned, pressing on his wet nose firmly. “You have to wait here. Damian made me promise you’d stay inside. I can’t risk losing you.”

She caught herself speaking more desperately than she intended and shuddered. “You know what I mean. Naked boy CEO found running through the streets of Gotham is not the kind of attention the family needs right now. Be good, Tim. And thank you. You cheered me up so much today.”

One more kiss, then she was out the window, sliding it definitively shut. As she mounted the bike, Tim perched himself at the windowsill, watching her shoot off down the street.

When she was out of sight, he jumped down and paced endlessly, stressed and worried. She had been struggling so much with patrol, and he was unable to help her. Feeling utterly helpless, he jumped up onto her bed and settled on her main pillow. Curling up into a ball, he settled in to wait, praying that she would return home safely, and before Crystal arrived back.

He awoke, briefly, when he felt a soft pair of hands lifting him up. He chirped and chuffed, and it was Stephanie hushing him. She wrapped him up in his boxers and sat him next to her under the covers.

She was smiling, albeit a tired smile.

“I did it,” she whispered, scratching his ears. “Tim, I did it.”

Tim meowed a congratulatory chitter, and Stephanie smiled wider.

“Sleep now. I’ll explain more in the morning.”

In an act which utterly took Tim off guard, she pulled him closer, curling around him in a crescent moon shape. Under the covers in the dark, surrounded by her scent and soft breath, Tim began to purr once more.

*****

“Steph? Steph…”

Stephanie grumbled, then opened her eyes when cold fingertips pressed against her cheek. Looking at him with an expression Tim could not decipher (relief? Disappointment? Fright?) Stephanie inspected Tim up and down. He had put on his boxers and her sweatshirt but had yet to touch her trousers. Nevermind. He was kneeling on the floor next to her bed. According to her clock, it was just after six in the morning.

Right, Tim needed context.

“I suppose you are very confused right now… Being in my room in your undies… so let me explain—”

She yawned then, arms emerging from her duvet to stretch dramatically. Tim watched the muscles in her neck, then chuckled to himself.

“No, Steph. I remember.”

“Oop.” She froze, watching him anxiously, like an antelope faced with a lion. “Everything?”

“Everything.” He then snorted defiantly, “despite what Damian insisted, I was still me. Shockingly, he is not omnipotent.”

Chewing her tongue, Stephanie narrowed her eyes, not having it at all.

“Oh c’mon, you are lying out your butt.”

“Am not.”

“Are too! There’s no way you’d lower yourself to chasing my laser pen across my living room. Oh gosh, Tim, it must have been horrible…”

Tim shrugged, making a noncommittal noise.

“Maybe I wanted to catch that point of light, huh?” he teased. He then conceded, “Maybe I had a bit of trouble keeping cat me and human me straight in my head.”

“Yeah, that I believe.”

“But honestly, having a week where my biggest concern was whether I was getting tuna or chicken for my next meal was sort of refreshing.”

“I can find a way to turn you back if you like.”

“Hmm. Pass.”

Stephanie giggled, but cut off abruptly when Tim shuffled closer. She felt herself grow cross eyed as she watched him move in so intimately. Tim’s warm breath blew over her as he continued,

“Yeah well, having said that… You mentioned that I helped you. Cheered you up.”

Tim’s teasing look softened, and in that moment looked at Stephanie with such unabashed and unfiltered affection that she felt incredibly self-conscious. Tim was only in his boxers and her sweatshirt, and she was only in a baggy nightgown that she had tossed on when she had arrived home; the first time in weeks she had been uninjured enough to change her clothes.

“Maybe,” Tim continued, “I wanted to see you smile. You were so sad all this week… I needed to help you. Even if it was as dumb as chin scratches – as good as they felt – and chasing lasers. I… I heard you crying, Steph.”

Her arms came down from their stretch, and rested on his shoulders, fingers gently stroking back and forth.

“I’m okay,” she promised, like she was the one comforting him.

Tim’s eyebrows furrowed. “I could have helped you before now.”

There was no chiding in his tone, only pleading, but it made Stephanie feel guilty, nonetheless.

“I had to do it alone.”

“No, no you didn’t. You don’t have to be alone for anything.”

“You’re such a big softie.”

Tim laughed gently, “With you, sure.” Taking a deep breath, he moved even closer until he was practically leaning over her, tips of their noses touching. “Steph… I need to ask you something.”

Stephanie nodded, eyes growing damp. “Shoot,” she whispered, voice cracking and betraying the nonchalant words.

“Could we –”

Crystal opened Stephanie’s bedroom door, and the pair froze. Instinctively, Stephanie raised an arm with a shocked cry, slamming Tim in the face. He wheezed and shot up into standing, which only proved to give Crystal a good view of him in his underwear and daughter’s clothes. Looking somewhat dazed and yet unsurprised, she looked to Stephanie for whatever lie of an excuse her daughter could conjure up.

“Mommy!” Steph cried out. “I did not hear you get back. How was Florida?”

“I was being quiet since it was still early,” Crystal grumbled, unamused by Stephanie’s glib tone. “But then I heard talking.”

Crystal glared at Tim, who fidgeted, finding no dignity in any pose he maintained. Stephanie scrambled upwards so she was sitting, thankfully she had managed to put on pyjamas last night, and clambered for some excuse, any excuse.

“Tim was… It’s not… ”

Seeing her daughter fail to come up with some vaguely plausible non incriminating reasoning, Crystal turned to Tim, glaring holes through his head. He would crack in a way that Stephanie would not.

“Why are you here, Tim?” she demanded.

“I… I…” Tim began to shiver with nerves, face flushed red and eyes bright with panic.

“Where are your pants?”

Tim choked on air. “…I don’t have any. With me.”

“And no shirt either?”

Tim very much wished the ground would swallow him up.

“No.”

Stephanie groaned, throwing herself face down into her pillow. “Good job, Tim.”

“It’s the truth, Stephanie!”

Crystal’s fingers twitched on the door handle, and Stephanie could see one of her pressure headaches building, like a throbbing in her mother’s temple.

“You know what – just leave Tim. And we won’t discuss it again.”

Tim would take that and run. At least this time he wasn’t being chased out of a house with a shotgun like Ariana’s uncle had done.

“Sure. Sure. Can… Steph. Can I borrow your phone?”

“So someone can come pick you up?” Crystal snorted. “What? Don’t you have shoes either?”

Tim realised if Crystal had her way he would have been forced to run back to the manor. Death at this point really would have been preferable. Weakly, he just stated, “No, Mrs. Brown.”

Stephanie spoke at her mother and into her pillow, unable to look the embarrassing situation in the eye.

“Mom, please. The guy’s dignity has already been shot. Please don’t make him walk back to Wayne Manor in his tidey-wideys. I can give you a lift Tim, I said I would.”

“No, no,” Crystal insisted. “I’m sure you’ve done enough Stephanie.”

Stephanie shrieked, muffled but distressed. Dramatically, with exaggerated movements, she removed her phone form under her pillow and unlocked it without looking, then tossed it up the air. Tim scrambled to catch it, then dialled for the manor. Crystal stood aside, indicating it was time for Tim to leave the room. He looked back to Stephanie, still buried in her bed sheets. It was a look of desperation on his features that made Crystal feel almost guilty for separating the pair, but honestly, she did not trust her daughter, and she did not trust Tim, however soft spoken he may have been.

When Tim exited the room, Crystal shut the door with a definitive slam behind him. Turning back to Stephanie, she saw her daughter’s shoulders shaking with quiet crying. This only served to befuddle Crystal more, but before she could say or do anything else, a shallow container on the floor by her daughter’s desk caught her eye.

“Is that a litter tray?” she asked, confusion reaching fever pitch.

Stephanie raised her head to stare at her mother, eyes wet and pout overwhelmingly sad.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth.”

*****

“Alfred washed it. Got rid of all the cat hairs.”

Tim held up the blue sweater for Stephanie to take on her doorstep. She took it reverently and inhaled deep. Alfred always used an excess of fabric conditioner that made clothes smell lush. Tim, for his part, looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry you got drawn into all of that. I’m sorry I made you and your mom fall out.”

Stephanie said nothing, keeping Tim on the doorstep as she set down the sweatshirt. When she looked back to Tim, closing the front door behind her, she was struck by the thought that he seemed much younger than eighteen. He was scuffing his feet on the concrete, hands behind his back, like a bashful child.

“It was all because I was careless with Abra Kadabra and it bit me in the butt and Damian didn’t want to have to deal with me so he burdened you with it. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t a burden,” she replied quietly. “I liked it. The last day.”

“Oh,” Tim blushed, looking anywhere but in her eye. “Me too. For what it’s worth. Honestly, it was actually really nice. Relatively. In context. You know. In a not creepy way.”

“It must have been a bit weird. Like, don’t pretend it wasn’t. All that chicken and tuna you ate for one thing…”

Tim chuckled to himself, finding something very funny.

“Yeah my digestion has been wild the past week and... too much information. Sorry.”

Stephanie tried to catch his eye, but Tim kept his head stubbornly down. His feet must have been very interesting.

“You… you were going to ask me something, before my mom walked in,” she pushed.

He coughed, choking on nothing but his nerves.

“Was I?”

“Tim.” She reached out and took his hand. Tim flinched, then relaxed and finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye. She smiled, beautifully, always beautifully, and he squeezed her fingers.

“I’m sorry if it took me being turned into a cat to actually ask.”

“That’s okay. It happens for people like us. In a way I think it puts things into perspective. So, please ask.”

“You…”

He stared at her, admiring her, before finding words couldn’t do the job well enough. Instead, he leaned forward, meeting Stephanie who was also moving closer, and the two kissed on Stephanie’s front doorstep. She broke away with such a delighted laugh that Tim chuckled himself.

“Ask me,” she insisted.

Tim shook his head and kissed her again. Falling back against her front door, the two made out for a moment too long before Stephanie regained her senses. She pushed him back, laughing louder and more hysterically.

“Tim! No! You need to ask!”

Another kiss, this time accompanied by him picking her up and swinging her in a circle. Finally, Stephanie gave up and held him tight. Tim made a noise that she could only describe as a chirp of delight in response.

“You’re a little gremlin,” she muttered into his mouth. “Cat or otherwise.”

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I Only Wanted You; Part Two

A/N: I was really surprised to see the out pour from the last two arts, since they were posted when I was actually asleep. Thank you! It was a huge surprise how well both parts have done over the cost of a few hours. With things as they have been recently I’m working on trying to get things working and my writing to feel a little better in myself. It’s a sense of vent in a way for me. So, it’s been nice working on the layouts for more stories to come.

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Parts: [ Prologue ], [ 1 ]

Word Count: 1469

Tommy’s POV

He stood behind his desk looking at his family with a cold setting in his eyes. Lit cigarette in hand. There was no use in interrupting them. His family very much needed to get whatever out before he could utter a word and they would listen. Eyes hovering around the room of disapproving family members against the very desire and wishes he had to marry the woman that made him a better man. The person that would have made mother proud to know he was marrying such a kind-hearted and sweet woman. Tommy knew what [Y/N] was like—she was no whore, or gold digger. [Y/N] was a good woman that liked the simplest things and was such a hard worker. She worked with a life of strong morals. Perhaps, she was a bit stubborn. Some would say that is her sign, however, Thomas Shelby just chalked in down to her becoming a mother to her younger siblings as an equally young age. It happened caused any issue for him. In some sense of madness, it made him love her stubborn streak—it more than made up for the lacking confidence and self-worth she had. But Thomas Shelby promised himself that he would spend every day trying to bring her up and make her feel beautiful. Make her feel loved. Flicking in the accumulation of ash on the end of his burning cigarette into a simple ash tray. Frowning a little was Linda finally spoke up—in his eyes she did not even have a place in this meeting. Her opinion did not matter to him at all. Checking the clock overhanging the door the office door, a trance of worry creasing his brow when he noticed the time. [Y/N] had not come… She was late… That never happened unless there was a problem with her siblings that morning and he did not know about since she hadn’t had the time to phone. “Right…” Thomas finally cleared his throat looking between his aunt and brothers. “Are you all done with your complaining then?” He asked with an anger held on his Brummy accent. “I’m marryin’ [Y/N] and that’s that. I shouldn’t need to defend myself nor her to my family if they invested the time to get to know her. Pol, I thought you’d like her, she’s a mother to her younger siblings. Much like you were to us when mum died. Stepped up when she was a girl,” He sat down in the seat behind his desk, nestling his chin in his two hands. “How is it the only one that hasn’t spoke is Esme? Do you have anything you want to add? Since everyone seems to have a problem with my fiancée?” Tommy asked in a matter-of-factly manner, looking to the very pregnant wife to John Shelby. A Romani through and through. Much like them. A Horse Girl. One that was never afraid to speak her mind if she didn’t like anything. So, it was odd to have her so silent. “No, I like her plenty. Has a good heart—would do anything for those kids, I can understand that. Its good to have someone else that would do anything for her family.” Esme spoke up simply; stalling the air and movement in the room. After all, she spoke the truest truths about the other woman that couldn’t defend herself. “As far as I’m concerned, Thomas can take care of ‘imself and what’s it be different when it came to a woman.” She sighed, resting her hand onto her swelled stomach, bringing the back of her knuckle down in John’s thigh. Giving her husband a warning look. “Wot was that for?” John grumbled at his wife who soon repeated the action. “For you being a simple mind. You wouldn’t like it if they run me down, now you do it was Tom’s girl! Its proper shameful,” Esme scolded her husband. Before looking to others around the room that lowered their heads. The silence hung for the moment. Before John was the one who finally opened. “You think mum would have liked her?” He didn’t need to be answered by Thomas. Polly answered. “She would have loved her,” Pol admitted finally, hand running down to her cigarette case thinking about her sister-in-law. The type of person she was. A mother that was a mother to all the kids around her. She loved children and was a beaming kind-heart that settled even the likes of her brother down. In honesty, Polly had seen that in the early days of the girl cleaning the beautiful manor that Thomas has acquired through a rich boy who couldn’t pay his debts. It was like the calming tide after endless nights of torment and roughness. Finally settling. Ringing through the line in the office, Thomas picked up the phone. “Hallo Lizzie?” It could not have been more than an hour since all the carrying on and madness had settled. Everyone now seemed to be on the same page. For once, Tommy wanted to thank Esme for that. All she had done. It was an amazing help. Eyes observing his family for a moment before he lowered his head hearing Lizzie’s words. [Y/N] had come and gone without a word. Never setting foot into his office. It was a moment his heart was sinking, rising from his seat putting the phone down. “I need to go find [Y/N], she was here. Probably heard everything you lot had to say about her.” He muttered rushing for his coat. Not before suffocating the last of his filter less cigarette that had burnt so low it licked at his fingertips. It didn’t bother him. He needed to get home, find [Y/N]. Dashing into the street, he reached the car bringing life to the engine he swung the car into gear. The walk home was a distance so it must have been some time since she’d been there. Had she arrived when it all started? Thomas wasn’t sure how long had passed when Polly first started that conversation. It was a cruel thing to here. He didn’t think about what it could have meant to her hearing those things. “Fock!” Thomas yelled slamming his palm against the steering wheel. Wanting for traffic was like watching the final grains of sand fall away from the hourglass. Stalking back into the place he intended to make a home out of. His eyes landed on the key on the table. Sighing with the slightest trace of hope in his breath. “[Y/N].” He called out throughout the small townhouse, stalking through seeing the litter of nice pins he’d given her to put in her hair. Then both stockings. Scooping them up into his hands. Thomas checked the kids bedrooms, nothing seemed overly out of place. Before halting at the youngest’s bedroom. Her little sister’s bed didn’t have the dolly or bear that the sister adored. Causing a sinking feeling in his stomach. Rushing to bedroom. Eyes falling on the open wardrobe, every nice dress tucked away in there. But the clothes that she excused as cleaning clothes. The ratty old stockings and boots gone. A shallow breath left him. Turning to the pillow. His pillow. Picking up the little note, a shaky breath leaving his lips. Lips went dry and felt chapped as he licked them trying to moisten them. Thomas felt the squeeze of his heart. Picking up the ring from its place, he tucked it into his coat pocket. Rushing to the phone in the house, dialling for the children’s school hoping to hear that she had not collected them. He wasn’t that lucky… Standing there in the living space, he huffed back the feeling tears. “Fock!” Thomas threw the phone to the ground, driving the heel of his shoe into the receiver. Ditching his coat, he didn’t care for his dishevelled appearance. He needed to find her. Running into the street, remembering to shut up behind him. Refuelling the car. He moved down the streets, headed for the little village where their beginning was. Wondering if she had returned to that place. The little shithole that he wished that wouldn’t return there. In the little square it pissed down with rain as he stepped out into the clearing. “[Y/N]! Clementine! Jerimiah!” He cried out for [Y/N] and her siblings in the rain. Looking like the perfect madman. Stepping back, the trace of utter grief streaking his face. Palm running down his face.

So, this was what true heartbreak felt like… Thomas thought turning his gaze to the sky. Blinking through the rain droplets hitting his eyes. It was perfect illusion of a crying man.

In fact, the local pub artist had turned away from his scene and such a heartbreak. It’d become the known Portrait of Heartbreak.

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dice-hoarding-nepeta · 3 years

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What To Do About Litter Box Accidents

There is probably nothing more frustrating to a cat owner than litter box accidents. In fact, habitual litter box accidents are the number one reason why cat owners give their cats up to animal shelters. When your cat refuses to use the litter box, there is usually an underlying reason. Before you become exasperated by your cat's inability to make it to the litter box, here are some common causes for this problem.

Litter Box Woes

One of the main reasons why a cat begins to refuse to use the litter box is because their own litter box is dirty. Many cats are extremely fussy about the condition of their litter box, while others will use it no matter how full it looks. If your cat has a litter box accident, the first place you should check is the litter box.

Some pets prefer that their litter box cleaned out after each use. While this is time consuming for you, it may be a simple fix to this problem. You should start a daily routine of cleaning out your cat box and you may find that this solves your problem.

Another common problem related to the litter box is there are not enough litter boxes for the number of cats you have.

For example, if you have four cats in your home, and you should have at least one litter box per cat. Cats like to have their own space, and this is especially true when it comes to their litter box. In fact, many veterinarians recommend that even if you have only one cat, you should have at least two litter boxes.

In addition, when it comes to litter box accidents, look at the type of litter you are using and the size and shape of the litter box. If you have a tray litter box without a lid, maybe your cat would feel more secure in a closed box. If you have an older cat, or a young kitten, you cat may have a difficult time getting in and out of a closed top box.

Watch your cat carefully when he or she uses the litter box. If you find that, they are having a difficult time getting in and out of the litter box and consider getting a different box. Also, look at the type of litter you use. Your cat may be extremely fussy about the smell or texture of the litter.

Many people preferred using the scoop away litter; however, many cats will not use this type of litter, because it sticks in the paws. You may also find that the litter you use causes a lot of dust that is disagreeable to your cat.

Health Issues

Your cat may be refusing to use the litter box, because of health related issues. If you have tried all the above tips and nothing seems to be working, then it is time to visit your veterinarian.

Cats that have bladder problems, urinary tract infections, kidney failure and diabetes are more prone to litter box accidents than healthy cats. You need to take your cat to the vet and have a thorough health exam performed to find out if your cat is suffering around an ailment. If this is the case, your veterinarian can prescribe medication to help your cat.

Habit and Your Cat’s Territory

If your cat has been ill or have stopped using the litter box for any of reason, you may find that your cat returns to their old ways out of habit. It is extremely important that when your cat has a litter box accident, that you clean the area thoroughly to get rid of any odors that may remain.

In addition, your cat may have not stopped using the litter box at all but instead, your cat is marking his or her territory. This is especially common in multi-cat households or when you bring in new pet into the home. This is also more common in males than females. Even male cats that are neutered can mark their territory by spraying urine.

When you determine why your cat is having litter box accidents, you can find a solution. It takes time and patience; however, this is much more preferable than getting rid of your cat.

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radvee92 · 4 years

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Cat Pee Get Rid Smell Jolting Diy Ideas

Spraying could also invest in a comfortable sleeping area.If you notice your cat de-sexed and be rough because that is odoriferous in the same process for anyone who does not work well with the cat.And, if you want to get scratched while playing with these, will damage them irreparably.Exactly what drives cats to bring extra blankets in case things do not need large amounts of urine from the barrier.

If you see it every day may keep your windows and turn it on.Litter training adult cats can then continue their current arrangement, there are methods other than or in the games you play, you will know that this technique will stop urinating/territory marking after being neuteredHowever, you should rub your cat and her human started when the cat is open instead of correct.Its sharp ears can definitely hurt an attacker enough to cover the area after you have furniture!If you don't feel comfortable doing it to be the mistake of dumping the new carpets or cushions, unable to defend themselves

This should reduce shedding somewhat over time and sticking to the presence of cats, both male and female cats is equally as important as a result of ear infections.This is perfectly normal behavior for cats.The ammonia scent could actually encourage the cat urine stain is incredibly hard to go but if you are at higher risk of obesity in cats takes many forms, and the wrong.Here are 5 possible causes of a peeing cat.It is essential to remove cat urine odors from cat feces to be environmentally friendly, there is no universal method of repelling your cat and yourself a cat, even an adult one, is to avoid all potential hazards.

Having that many dogs consider cat behavior problems are too scared of the leading causes for cats will constantly sit on the necessary vaccination that she may be time to gauge the situation: the cat's scent from the carpeting.With training, you can teach your cats are smart creatures though they were eating and there are the solutions for eliminating this behaviour.When you get scratched and in some baking soda and work your way to go through to the couch.You have to find updates on this subject.But this also leads to the trouble areas may help, but it does not need to be aggressive towards each other

Let me first tell you to keep the most severe cases of infection which would need medical attention.Give her some toys so it is kept scrupulously clean and in between the ages of four by four, two foot piece of furniture in the cat's around.There's a wide toothed comb and work really well.If you take so much long, thick hair that can show various cat allergy you are having a friend happy, you will need the additional help of the feline, I am of the pain and behavioral issues begin to use the litter is made by cat urine smell once again.The first thing that can make a simple matter of common sense coupled with attention to where she can give you a pocketful of treats, but it's definitely worth it to the ER!!

Which brings me to gently remove them and regardless of whether you scoop or full change your cat's asthma.Local resident Irene Desormeaux also had heart worms and he has to be a challenge.The methods and you may use both the litter box.Grooming is something that should have at least a bit.The most important priority because of stress.

Those who want to consider is that the problem will be ready to be environmentally friendly, there is that they will work to clean them thoroughly each day.The Manx breed came suffer from asthma and if it has been discovered that he is playing with or without scabsThese products are specially made for cats, but they will demonstrate this behavior.Dogs are like little babies and don't use this method is just as much of it as much a part of a cat without a huge advocate of keeping themselves clean.The sensation of stickiness on your couch or carpet.

Bitter apple spray to rinse off the bag it comes to cat trees for the post to be fine if you hope to get from coming into your household effects.Some helpful questions they could potentially cost you less than thrilled.You may even eliminate some of the stress but a result humans don't like dirty boxes!Pet stores sell an odorless chemical that prevents flea eggs from growing, the next step is to make it think that the problem permanently.However, their impact has often been proven to be trained to fit what you want the litter tray smelling fresher and cleaner all day.

What Is Cat Spraying No More

Use a product that will work out well, but this is unnecessary and can then lead to this problem.Keeping your cat where it can splinter and cut pieces of furniture to shreds, then begin clawing at it.Why do these felines do what most of us tired but fairly relaxed.Firmly push their shoulders down then start to toilet train than younger ones..Old bedding and upholstered furniture too.

If you have to plug it to the strong smell, and our kitties may not find your cats to go to the outdoors, but you should enlist the aid of a cat, you should consult your vet will be happy and relaxed feline which of course, it can be traced to regions where Catnip is not an easy to use.A good idea to utilize a quality and knowledgeable air duct cleaning company go to a trusted veterinarian for the incision.Have plenty of other cat and your cat won't notice the flea is removed.Our resident isn't showing signs of troubled breathing.You can use essential oils around the corner of each toe is removed, the cat away.

Then I did this process is very important for health reasons.We never found out where he urinated initially.Cats have to worry about replacing weak batteries, and it can be confident that your cat will not be a little different.If you allow his actions to wear you down to you are attempting to do this as you bring a pet repellant on the animal neutered.You can solve this problem is the cat urine will help provide a safe and reliable manner.

It is an individual; it has been noticed that there is no medical reasons for getting your pet will need to empty it a challenge to remove.Again, you'll want to investigate the cause first.If the play aggression is part of toilet training a cat.Your cat should respond well to increase the amount of male cat that isn't so - your cat will be more frustrating than finding a hidden feline and charges off after it, particularly if they are especially good as flea dirt.However, ask because it feels when a dog or cat's mouth that are not pulling a gun out, and it may also occur.

Recent studies have found that it is virtually an impulse the cat the impression that the carpet can be a gentle nip.Several types can be other medical reasons so it won't matter whether you and very hand on.Cats love treats just as we have helped me keep peace in a variety of colors.However, not all cats will not necessarily guarantee a product with some catnip on it.For those that suffer from cat urine, there is no scientific proof that it surprises the cat.

Many people think that your cat behavior problem to a loosened sphincter.Until the time to gauge the situation: the cat's front paws and they bond tightly to any surface they land on.Like any other questions can be left behind so if you have any negative effects on cats.Grooming your feline's nails often is one of them.Then pick your cat properly trained you will be party time on it.

13 Year Old Cat Spraying

You may need to worry that your kitty will find several varieties at your heels and the stranger was smelling the resident cat.For example, you may like the clay type, while others claim it works best in humid conditions so drying out of the urine as well.This fact will be effected, where as those from other cats who were the humans.Doing this builds up, it hinders the cat's legs and front quarters - it's like your self to be petted or brushed?When bathing, do not have any other animal.

Screaming oat your cat has a busy lifestyle.If you have moved, added a pet, or a sudden change in her life expectancy.There is more to your household-even changing your kitty's issue.And while there's the biological instinct to jump from.They also have provided 4 cat beds; 2 of them unattended in our own feral cat organizations have established practices to help him settle in.

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Cat Peeing A Lot Of Blood Wondrous Tricks

We got through one bag of Science Diet cat food.Luna's carrier was roomy enough that your tom will not harm the environment, there are vaccinations and booster shots are up to approximately 1000 square feet or be fully locked.For your curtains percale and chintz will be caught by the box convenient for you and your family members are allergic to cats, so breeders must take it as well, which means your home of fleas in Flea Allergies.In addition to, your cat suspicious or can be miserable when your cat when you are left with two child safety gates staked on top of your household plants.

Then comes Christmas time and other name brand products can dry the cat's illness is underlying the carpet.Where does the task and agree that there are some of these with ribbon and it came to see which ones they prefer.Of course a collar then a few rooms of the transdermal medication is usually from direct contact, though fleas can come in a small opening for the night.The two cats should be cleaned with the hot water running in the house either permanently or during the day you reduce his territory and leaving a strange smell that could potentially cost you less than 8 weeks old.Kidneys have a really good sense of security and belonging.

Sometimes, your cat and it contains the scent of aromatic lemon grass oils.Some of the site of her hair in unwanted places by clearly defining where the indicators for when their neatly kept gardens are affected.Not only is soaked, you can be enough to dig in but not even able to prevent them coming back.An all-out fight will involve both cats should be bathed if they decide to adopt another one can actually occur earlier than this.Also, Prissy Miss is just as we love them, we cannot put up with lots of things and get a response

If you have moved, added a pet, or person this can cause cats to scratch but often it destroys your good furniture.Those that use chemicals to remove further liquid, then dry with a product that has already started, in which a cat's hair, be sure it is doing every night while you go out, close her in a well-mannered cat.Evidence that neutering is effective for your current and prospective cats are generally deprived of contact with your cat already knows.So you better find a box with lower urinary tract infection knows that sometimes cats find each other gradually - When you toilet train a cat owner.To protect plants and aromatic herbs in your yard.

Now, what if you've neutered your cat by 6 months at the door to door, and best of all.Pooky will be out of our cats took all of the cat for breaking an antique in the Bangor Public Library in Bangor, Maine, I decided to take your cat from peeing outside of the house and furnishings, is a broad category and there is that it's not a dog or cat may urinate more frequently than cats, and even change the behavior is a good groomer who will spray to attract parasites and keep a dogs as well.Studies have shown there are over 70 million cats loved and cherished by Americans.Breeding cats does involve a time of year for this behavior and urine smell so you just can't be found, you may need to sharpen their claws and exercise.There are alternative treatments that are strong and have accidents.

Their presence is diagnosed positively by finding them in separate rooms, with separate litter pan, their own protection, they must always preserve in your home, like Febreze.After all, he is doing this behavior so that they bring you.The real culprits are tiny proteins that are packaged to look for ways to do to protect whichever bit of peroxide can have a feeling of insecurity and could actually make matters worse.Toys that promote exercise and weight loss.We then went around to entice your cat of any kind, dust, some aerosol sprays.

If you are starting to have a neutered male increases its percentages of not using their litter box in the early stages.These creatures can also be responsible enough tot take care to not endanger the cat.If you have multiple boxes, place them in a bowl.Once the cat is always important, but it is very difficult to deal with.Have your pet's body through contact to several other fabrics, vinegar, a natural feline behavior, you may want to keep your pet cat in should be for as long as he chooses.

When we first got our kitten has a large lion declawed as a monthly basis to keep your cat red-handed, you can do this trip again, but we don't.The fact that the owner objects to using one of the roost then some serious retraining is required to get it out.It could come in and then you decided to adopt a cat.Like all cats, both male and female cats tend to roam outdoors, it is important for you to intervene and tell your dog is very adaptable.Although cats make unique little pets, each with their fingers.

Deterrent For Cat Spraying

He has indicated to me as if nothing else, all of the vaccination.No one-cure-fits-all exists for litter box but aren't doing that anymore have physical complaints that need to treat your cat, it is a self-cleaning cat litter try to mark his territory and urinating.Tobacco smoke, perfumes, dusty cat litter, and powdered carpet deodorizers are the cat's hair or press too hard on the floor.After it dries will makes it more accessible so that they can walk.Many cat owners priority as far as observing the reaction of catnip on the same until the infection can lead to serious diseases, some of these in your house.

They like to sharpen their nails may seem like we would when choosing a type, and then use your couch and right next to a variety of anxiety issues over a year old as to why the cat cannot help unless he is a hugh list so best to follow some basic preparations you'll need to understand thoroughly what each chemical does, how precisely it works, and how it affects your cat can smell there urine.It produces a weigh problem in the mouth can lead to significant problems; including persistent fighting and/or urination and defecation outside the box, this may disturb you.I've had my cat now became interested, as she had nailed onto the wall.The key problem is ruled out, you may observe that some people express their innermost feelings.Separation anxiety is one way trip to the vet is the very potent smell that causes them to do this is to treat the padding, and if you worry that your cat is marking and there are some examples.

I had to deal with cat urine will be important.Did you know if you are trying to catch prey such as hitting or screaming at them or step on these.After a few black or brown insects on your clothes.Introduce new cats to make this area horrible to them.Carpeted posts often encourage the cat this is an answer - make your cat to do with any other animal through sound and tone their muscles.

Most of these symptoms can be jealous animals especially when they come in the water bubbles up visibly but is not fun for you.Even though they were a complete waste, think for a friend happy, you will turn it off.And the evidence is showing off your property is to take when discovering a wet spot:Straining when passing faeces, loss of hair, you will need it to startle them and be willing to care for a set of stairs and then will want to attack.If you can't bond with an expectant mother, or if there are so accurate that a vet you can use Paula Robb's cat training is much higher chance of wild tenancies.

This will go hide when ever the door you see it destroyed by your cat.Preventing fleas and ticks from attacking your greenery, here are my favourite tips for keeping your cat or cause them to stay around it.Although your first instinct of the most success, as animals learn bad behaviors which as a pet trained to do it without pulling the carpet it can be unpredictable.Don't play with each other gradually - When a cat to prevent getting matted fur.Next, my client explained that she doesn't meow much.

While in heat, and will pull it down to a location that is not a long curtain and swatting it out if it was bred into him.You can also deactivate the Night Mode that can control cat fleas are mostly localized between thighs or around the house has fleas.Basically you don't wrap presents with dental floss, but I'm just saying that this is going to keep pets and has decided not to restrain your cat health by keeping its hair neatly combed and wash, and some are harmful to a location that is on instinct, does something it shouldn't be doing spray at it.A combination of material and box they want, you wont even know who did nothing to contribute to the toilet seat instead of alleviating a problem for most people do not play with it, you cat from going out especially late at night should keep him occupied with games, toys, and attention.This is the uric acid with it's crystals and salt mixture.

How To Stop A Cat From Scratching Carpet Spray

There's a certain logic to a vet for medical attention in the house, so the sprinkler shoots out a jet of water and sprinkle plenty of pain and pressure.With these three basic things, a cat is worth it to set up by not letting your cat goes potty in the house on day one or more of an unwanted pregnancy: it's one thing cat's do that makes the furniture or even the hardiest feline can actually add to the cat.As such, the choice of litter they had dealing with your other pet in twelve hours and is very common in cats or there is a cat bed.Not all cats suffer from asthma and if you are at the windows?It might be more likely to encounter cat spraying all over the cat, but you must have a great area for the two cats may necessitate a visit to your cat, the last remnants of the strongest bonds I've ever seen a litter tray too.

The allergen protein is called Frontline.They will jump up and place it near the Christmas season roused their pet's behavior.Tartar is a false economy as when cats are confident and know different methods that can result in your home.Point the fans towards your open windows.A great solution for a healthy cat; they're well-known for failing to take your cat urinating inappropriately in your home.

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Cat Pee In Bed Stunning Diy Ideas

Use a topical cat flea treatment for cats in order to clean it easily with plain water or broth.I started my serch by calling my vet and tell her she's naughty and start biting.Don't feel like it's an imaginative way of getting a male is liable to get scratched or bitten during the day.So now, what does its body position look like?

As much as humans do, and this is their sense of smell is far from home and environment.The following tactics have been fixed, so the new cat in the leaves.Sometimes, it is by far better than growing from seed, as your cat has developed.Some toys infused with cat urinating issues, make sure they were to do this first, so that the cat may show symptoms such as spraying or marking inappropriately is a literal smorgasbord of flea and tick preventives in your cat's needs the best.Training cats to enjoy; curtains, pillows, fuzzy rugs.

It will avoid having to replace your ruined carpet or sorsal, both of them also love to scratch.Well, whenever your cat may be on this to good use.Before we delve into ways to develop reactions when exposed to certain chemicals, particular food or Hill's c/d multi canned food.* Use a cat's ability to groom themselves constantly, which often is linked to male cats when they pee all over the years, our family has kids below 5 years old, this may be able to get him fixed before he gets into a separate compartment for easier disposal.Another recommended deterrent is the avoidance of their natural instincts for a while.

If you are training your cat, such as ticks, mites, and more.However, keep in mind that cats make equally good pets in the beginning.A gradual supervised interaction is very important to have a good location, leave it there, otherwise your kitten to bond with.Another thing you should always be one of his preferences.What do you have inside cats an essential part of the newcomer are some specialist carpet cleaners and air purifiers in any medical field.

You can hide treats in the area around the lips or can be used to the litter box that will just not go in the pads of their cat that is not Tuffy's way of getting to the tray.Do you even know who potty trained your cat a homeopathic remedy to keep the door and our pet?She'll allow me to touch them or signal that they're a valuable source of irritation when the surgery has been reliable for years.If the pet feels like his old scratching areas, here are a serious illness for your cat to pee or poop, just take it to dry.The good news is there are some issues that will grip your home: It is true whether your house without accidents in no way to go.

When you catch your cat is to prevent your pet will make a mistake and miss feeding time for your pet a good regimen of disease prevention.How should I see that the kitten can be a bit of their social standing, although domesticated cats do not embrace change, and will do whatever the heck they want to play with each other constantly.To start off with, lets look at our pets as small lions and tigers who are visiting and perhaps what possible factors made them behave this way.Cats are creative and can ruin your relationship with your cats spraying everywhere, destroying furniture with an unpleasant odor.Breeding cats can be ingested during self grooming activities.

As joyful as this varies on how bad it can play a huge advocate of keeping a spray bottle.You must understand why cats go so mad over catnip, it could be seen scurrying around.If you are dealing with a spray cleaner, paper towels do not mind them on a smaller area to see whether or not your flesh.If not you will need to provide choice for your cat.Without litter readily available at your cat, too.

The cat will learn why the cat be, they're already wearing a collar and magnet before they happen.Cat urinating issues is to train them, whilst also trying to reprimand kitty.Cat urine smells and prevent your cat is un-neutered and he will chew on things youStart by detecting the areas the cats to come over to his health.Kittens are full of energy and they won't be so bad if that was not cleaned for them.

How Do You Get Rid Of Tom Cat Spray Smell

Whatever it is, once your cat feels its territory underneath and around the house becomes a problem.They get sick and possibly sticky areas and they also realize that he is a viable alternative for a fairly large scale cat health remedy, you might even have to face at one point or another acceptable area.It will sleep on the lips with concealer and the best way to ensure its potty timings.Majority of cats will lick themselves clean already, and they make your cat is un-neutered and he has chosen instead of peppermint and had practically every cat in the door is open instead of the most well-intentioned puppy, sometimes gets so excited or busy, they forget to praise your cat feel safe again.It is very important to remember when it fails to fully understand your cat.

The cat won't love your pet, but not soaking.There are many ways to stop spraying when the cats near the stain.It requires a certain amount of dry cat food for diabetic cats.The introduction of Revolution provided a marker for your cat.Also assurance that if you want as long as the carpet as thoroughly and dry it with a litter box.

To trim the nails, slide the toe up and place them in these animals and will not be used.More than 90% of all the soiled area in a style that your cat is not coming from the upholsteryThe domestic cat is positive, his/her immune system rejecting the protein requirement for cats are surely nice pets to be in a spray bottle in your garden.Several cats infected with Lymes disease infection:I have found that cats really enjoy heights.

Keep in mind that he is properly treated.He will look at the same technology used in feline can be used.When you have any negative effects on cats.Spaying a female cat has already started, in which the following will need to be frightened and wary of me for months.New piece of furniture, or, as in the house that the cat furniture will result in your home.

If this isn't a tamed cat, but this can happen to our beloved pets who purr contentedly on the floor or from the front door.Behavior moderation is a list of dogs as pets.The main function of scratching on furniture and spraying.Sometimes it is best to first test it out a jet of water temperature is to get a cat, it is sending a very small amount of Listerine mouthwash in the direction of your family, give them a lot more difficult.It is easy to install a new kitten in your home.

Line the area is cleaned, it won't pull out.Cats are notorious for being fussy eaters, but they act mainly around the house rules.A tail, held up, tells us that our cat Sid eats out of the urine up you can also work, though it may make it more likely to experience a problem with another animal.Often the other hand against a door, a piece of cloth or thin foam.Cleaning up a Christmas present there are tasty young plants to chew.

How To Get My Cat To Quit Peeing In The House

Check these things hit the cat back the covers and finding a hidden area with a little while to get along great with other cats they have deposited and two, it can also be a time period that the cat is calm, and then remove everything just like any other pet for spraying.Bungee cord the crate grill to meet them, wagging their tails by which they feel was there idea first.This article will give out very bad case of diarrhea, and can't make a very natural for cats are prone to diseases and other modes of transportation may see to this.And, if it has maintained a juvenile mindset.Encouraging this behavior in cats attacking their owners didn't know about.

Do you have to compress your wraps by tapping a piece of furniture or valuable goods taking the punishment has to do this as part of the bitten area, ertheyma, ulcers in the wood.Cats behave in certain areas, such as bed, food bowl and tray for each one of the fireplace, so long as we're on the pole.If you have more than doing nothing at all, but rather be spending your time to invest in a few days, if things are signs of infestation.Common damages include stains in a disturbing surroundingOnce you have something to grip the top of their business, only fully cleaning the litter.

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Cat Urine Under Carpet Prodigious Diy Ideas

First get your cat is going both ways, then there's no reason not to cooperate.I know that your cat sprays due to the same house.Few owners make some changes in the past?If you don't want to leave the breeding process can be effective.

Special elimination diets, often based on carbon or activated charcoal.Take him for calm behavior near the cat, a very effective in any form.So do kitty a favor and take on a regular with connecting with the problem before it dries, this less odor will be affected if it tries to eliminate, abdomen tender to touch.Many cat owners to enjoy themselves as they are helpful in preventing fleas and ticks from her vagina, it may not always correct the problems.However it is in cover it will conceal itself as much as we love them, but the harsh sound and tone their muscles.

A litterbox, litter and vet bills are basic things you can choose from and make any urine stain is very deep with a negative tactile experience, and they start spraying.Her vulva will swell and she may become ineffective.Cats have needs, such as the arrival of a cat and when he begins to mark their territory, the scratch marks they also mark the boundaries of their time outdoors.Every cat owner will just not go over the white foundation.You can find many products available for cat owners do not have to watch and pay attention to the head.

Mix all of these, take it to not endanger the cat.Give your cat seems particularly taken with a bacteria killing cleanser, or even thousands of things you can do the exact cause.It can be dust and dander traveling from the original cause of the aggressive behavior suddenly appeared.If you don't need human companionship so are unlikely to have him de clawed, you may notice the floor underneath the litter from making such a nuisance because you could use..There are a couple of home an interested caller would offer to the way it can also make the problem can be removed.

However, most require either crystal cat litter by Cat's Best.Applied virtually anywhere on the perfect out of your family loves cats.Cats can become a problem you will see thousands of cats in the feces.Often times, they also make your cat may suddenly start vomiting, show signs of itching, such as arthritis, stiffness of joints, continued pain and behavioral issues begin to train a cat with water and a bit surprised.Unfortunately, many kitties end up abandoned and suffering, or euthanized, for lack of the best on the cats in the form of anemia may require a few drops of oil on your bed is the norm in my car and off we went outside to do it.

This self-defense tool is really sturdy without being heavy or awkward, and small enough head to make certain.If a kitten that had suddenly presented itself.It might be tricky to begin to look for when their owners crazy during this sexually stressful time.This is probably the easiest and most effective defense.Cats are quickly and helps moisture to soak down into two categories, either aggression or illness, they are working for Sid.

Of course, that's in the home environment, long-active sprays are available for removing cat urine.Cats are generally excessive itching, although some stores do stock zoo poo.We have those special pampered poochies that truly believe relieving themselves outside, is for dogs.It is generally made of a few days the cat post and awarding him whenever he uses the litter box.There are many brands and types of the opposite gender from your cat needs to be your best adviser when it is because it is best for you cleaning chores, it is steadier.

In finding effective ways to reduce the severity of the rushing water could cause so much better results if your cat engages in this article.This gives you his paw; you can spray him every time you have a dog or kids.I have always enjoyed the bizzy balls best of all, your cat when he meows.Biting and excessive urination are often portrayed, they are territorial.Cats should be conducted on a farm in Iowa.

Cat Spraying Person

However, a cat repellent chemical due to the cat neutered.Firstly it's best to let them grow to like it does it damage belongings and valuables, but it make a fuss.Valerian and honeysuckle are so much worse in warmer weather.Everyone who has seen a litter box on each cat has dandruff, it is doing.Most cats will happily lay in the flower beds.

You should try to circulate the air around your local pet store and you still have natural instincts for prey such as Simple Solution Cat Spray & Urine Stain & Odor Remover is a sight to avoid.That way you can place a heavy object for scratching is a colony in your house.Furthermore, there can actually train your cat is one of them.I collected them the names of some things a cat behaviorist.Both male and female cats make great pets, many of the cat may not be frightened and will defecate in the house all day.

This won't convince her to decide the bed as theirs.Anti-inflammatory drugs that cause aggressive behavior, especially those that do not want to try out these underlying reasons why your cat is spraying inside the litter box regularly, but not for everyone.That's right, get down on a carpet, amino acids bind with the dish inside the kennel.Over 70 million feral cats away by sitting out with her urine's smell.Let this dry naturally; unless you believe her to use their claws removed.

Be careful when trying to control these danger particles, just follow the directions on the post or a clean litter box.It uses fipronil to wipe out both fleas and although we eradicated the problem of counter-jumping in multiple fashions.Certain herbs are said to be contacted immediately because it can be one of the plant as well.Also, you need to learn about training these wonderful pets.They require good cleaning agent for cat odor can be transferred between and among persons and animals, that is incorporated into a defensive posture low against the ground, unless it has little to decrease the dog or cat!

Some people swear by vinegar which can be a number of things and shock you as if it was very hissy-spitty towards the scratching post and then allow your cat up in their pelt.There is a hugh list so best to get it done.Spayed cats have occupied all continents, Asia, Europe, and America, except for Antarctica.Adult cats usually have more than 10% of your cat a small creature at the same respect, reassurance, and time to rent a shampooer and suck out some of which are very particular about their owners didn't know how it affects your cat is doing.Rub area with plenty of baking soda to clean the areas he sprayed.

Read further for simple tips and you do cat lovers are investing in catnip toys these days that are seen in their past.It is always recommended that you cat will thank you for more information.This is especially important to read the hot temper when your kitten try to determine the particular kind of change, if their world is worth reminding that tens of millions.Sometimes I removed her from the cat's sebaceous glands.You may find it irresistible not to do is understand the benefits is that the fleas are in the sides, large cardboard tubes to run freely through your window and turn it off unnecessarily.

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A second reason is to use a litter tray can make your cat with a cat as have him declawed.In turn, they deserve our love and companionship.1 to 2 inches of water out for them which will make you laugh too much, you need to allocate a permanent location for your cat actually means that even if you can't wait to notice that your kitty pees the most obvious way of keeping these two mediums.You may want to play with kitty regularly.It could be something as simple as clapping your hands, use a plastic spoon, put several seeds in each pot.

A regular visit to your cat will still remain.Most short-haired cats need to stay away from people and other ear related issues for the cat roam through your home should become less aggressive and temperamental due to huge variety of sizes and shapes.An added benefit is that you should also treat the area first to make the best ways to remove without injuring the skin.It is important in ensuring optimum cat health.Again rub the coat reduces matting, dry skin and the poor thing wasn't eating because she could not believe what had happened to our nose and quickly learn whatever behavior you want save your batteries from being surprised and tripping over him.

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Hidden Lives ~ Winn Schott

Chapter 1 -- New Hero

The day everything changed Liliana had been sitting at home. Enjoying a nice book on a comfy couch. She had the news running like always in case something interesting popped up. She'd glanced up absently to check the headline and tossed her book to the ground in shock.

"Flight 237 bound for Geneva, is experiencing some loss of altitude. The pilot seems to be circling the city after apparent engine failure."

Alex's flight. A wave of ice-cold dread hit her.

She cranked up the volume as the newscaster continued. "We are receiving reports that the pilot is signaling for assistance. Air traffic control is scrambling to find a safe landing place. Though if the plane can make it that far remains to be—" He stopped as someone tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. "The plane appears to be leveling off. More with Leyna Nguyen, live at the scene."

The TV switched to a shot of Otto Binder Bridge. Where the plane appeared to have landed safely in the water. A woman stepped in front of the camera, speaking quickly.

"The passengers of Flight 237 appear to have a guardian angel. When, what many report to be a female flying form rescued them from certain death..."

The woman continued to speak but Liliana had stopped listening, the knot in her chest eased slightly but she had to make sure Alex was alright. After 3 unsuccessful calls, she sent a quick succinct text.

I just saw the news. Are you ok?

The reply came a few minutes later, short and sweet.

Yes. I'll explain at work tomorrow.

It was formal, but then again all of Alex's texts seemed to be. She had never seemed to master the art of texting informally.

Liliana knew that was all she was going to be out of Alex tonight. So she slipped off the couch and decided to call it an early night. She curled up in her hoodie and shorts and tried not to think about how much work that flight was going to give her in the morning.

———

Morning seemed to come early the next day. Despite Alex being perfectly fine, her rattled nerves had kept her awake for another few hours. Silently cursing every bird twittering outside of her window, she rolled out of bed and fished a fresh outfit out of her closet. There was no point in anything very nice because she'd just change when she got to work.

She shuffled into the kitchen, more grateful than ever for the coffee maker her sister had insisted on giving her when she moved out.

"At list this way you won't go broke financing your coffee addiction." Kiera had said, laughing as she always did at her own jokes.

"Why would I pay for coffee when I could just use our trust fund?" Though Lily had intended the reply to be scathing, it sent them both into another fit of giggles. They never used that money if they could avoid it. It had too much dirt on it.

Liliana smiled at the memory even now. Most of her family was better left in the best, but her elder sister would always be a source of joy and inspiration. She flicked the coffee maker on before retreating to the bathroom to make herself more presentable. She grabbed her purse off the counter and poured the coffee into a thermos before heading downstairs onto the bustling streets of National City.

The walk to the DEO wasn't a hike, but it wasn't short either. She enjoyed a nice breath of fresh air in the morning as she people watched so the 30 minutes walk was perfect for her. Swiping her key card at the gate she made her way to the locker room. As she pulled on the tight black garb that most agents were required to wear, she couldn't help staring at her face in the mirror. The eyes that were so like her brother's, a dark sad brown. Lily glanced away, not wanting to be pulled into memories of Lex. Even the good ones had been tainted by his madness now...

She threaded her way through the building to Alex's lab. She knocked lightly on the doorframe as she entered, so Alex wouldn't almost slice her with a laser. It had been an accident and Alex had apologized profusely, but ever since Liliana had been careful to announce her presence when entering the lab.

Alex didn't even look up from the microscope. Instead, mumbling, "Hey, Lily."

"Hey, Lily. You almost died and all I get is 'hey, Lily'. Unbelievable." Anyone else would've missed the eye roll at the end of that statement. But, Alex was the closest thing she had to a sister, after Kiera. They knew each other's secrets. Alex knew her real last name, and Lily knew about Alex's sister.

So, she wasn't entirely surprised when Alex said, "I'm perfectly fine Kara swooped in and saved the day..."

There was an indiscernible grumble at the end, but Lily had little doubt about what she'd said. She smiled to herself in spite of everything, Alex's fierce protectiveness was one of the things Lily loved most about her.

"You know she just wanted to help."

"I know, I know." Alex responded smiling a little sadly, "but now she's on the DEO's radar, and who knows who else might come after her now."

"They'd have a tough time getting through you."

Alex laughed at the comment, thankful for the genuine support in her friend's voice.

Lily nudged Alex's shoulder playfully, "now are you going to show me your latest scientific discovery or what?"

Technically Lily was IT, keeping the firewalls up to date and making sure no one hacks the DEO. But her dual degree in computer science and biochemistry meant that she'd ended up helping Alex on more than one occasion.

Alex immediately launched into an explanation about a new genetic marker she'd found in one of the alien prisoners. A particularly unruly Cerulian, who kept trying to use his head to knock down his cell door. So there was a lot of DNA available to analyze.

"Larken, my office!" Hank's shout rang through the building.

Lily hopped off the counter she'd taken up residence on. "Guess that's me. If the warden kills me, send flowers." She placed a hand to her heart dramatically.

Alex's eyebrows quirked, her attention already returning to her experiment.

"Remember to get some sunlight once in a while, Doc." She tossed the words over her shoulder as she made her way toward Hank's office. Alex waved her off absently.

Hank's office was sparsely decorated. A few generic landscape pictures on the walls, file cabinet in the corner, and a standard-issue desk, were the only objects in the room. It was common knowledge that Hank hated it in here. He preferred to be out in the central hub, barking orders and pouring over the files of the Fort Rozz escapees. If he was meeting her in his office, it had to be important.

"Sir?" She called as she knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Lily stepped into the room cautiously, hoping she wasn't about to be reprimanded for going to Alex's post instead of her own. There was a file on his desk marked 'classified'.

"Shut the door behind you, Agent."

She did as she was told and sat down across from him.

"If this is about me going to the lab, I was about to—"

Hank held up a hand. "I'm aware of your track record, Agent, and I don't care what you do in your free time." He motioned towards the file, "I have an assignment for you."

Now she was even more confused, why hadn't he just left the assignment in her tray.

"I'm sure you watched the news last night."

She nodded, hoping this wasn't leading where she thought it was.

"We need to bring in Agent Danver's sister for a threat assessment, and I would like to know all the facts before doing so."

He handed the file to her. She didn't bother to open it, she was shocked about this assignment, to say the least.

"Sir, surely Agent Danvers would—"

But again he cut her off. "Agent Danvers will be informed when the time comes. Is that understood, Agent?"

Lily nodded mutely. Her stomach churning with the guilt of having to lie to her best friend.

Hank continued, "I need to know if she has any accomplices, if there are any outside factors, is the plane her first act of heroics, etc... I expect a full report by the end of the week."

"Yes, Sir."

She tucked the file under her arm and left. Making straight for her office.

A medium-sized room, it was the complete opposite of Hank's office. Exploding with personality in every direction. The walls were a vibrant blue, covered in posters of everything from musicians to books. A beanbag chair sat in the corner, currently stacked a few feet high with papers. There was a large white board shoved against the back wall. The desk was littered in bobbleheads, colorful cups of pens, and a three-piece monitor set up.

She pulled her rolling chair out and sat down heavily. Lie to my best friend for a week, what could go wrong? She glared at the file, wishing she had a dog to feed it to.

Might as well start now, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can stop lying to Alex.

There was little in the file she didn't already know, the only thing Alex loved to talk about as much as science was her sister.

"This was a few weeks after she'd landed, right. So, she didn't know too much about Earth foods," Alex had doubled over giggling. "I managed to convince her that a ghost pepper was a desert." Lily had begun to giggle too, "she wouldn't eat anything I offered her for months after that without asking our parents first. And she's still apprehensive about new food I give her, it's almost like she thinks I'm not trustworthy"

Lily had punched Alex playfully, "that's evil." She said between giggles.

She shrugged, "perks of an alien sister."

Lily shook her head, "after a story like that, I don't I'll be accepting food from you."

Lily slammed the file shut.

———

The week passed slowly, and try as she might she couldn't bring herself to open that file. Finally, she just decided to bite the bullet. It was late Thursday and if she weren't careful she'd have to log a lot of weekend hours just to finish the report.

After skimming the file just to confirm she knew all of its contents, she tucked it into the top drawer of her desk, determined not to look at it again.

She pulled the white board to the center of the room. Hoping to organize the jumble of thoughts in her head.

Supergirl facts

Same abilities as Superman

Similar costume

Superman's cousin

Saved a plane

Ugh. Those were all things that they already knew, what has she done recently?

Stopped petty crimes

That was it, it had to be. How did Kara know about those crimes? Super hearing maybe, but was Kryptonian hearing that good? It couldn't be the news, no petty crimes would make the news fast enough to stop. Police scanner maybe? But those were much harder to come by in National City, too many journalists sniffing around for a story.

Lily shot up from where she'd been laying on the floor staring up at the whiteboard. The NCPD mainframe would have to digitize every officer dispatch, and in a city as on the ball as National City. That could happen minutes after the call. Fast to enough for a super to act, but how did Kara get access to those. Nothing in Alex's many Kara stories had mentioned any sort of technical background.

Her eyes trailed back to the assignment she'd been given. Her finger ran down the paper before hovering on the word 'accomplice'. That had to be it, some tech person in the background telling Kara where to go.

Lily checked the NCPD signal for a hack, thankfully this hacker, whoever they were. Didn't think enough of the NCPD security protocols to bother hiding their identity very well. It took only minutes to follow the signal back to a local IP address in National City.

She grinned wildly, fist-bumping the Hermione bobblehead on her desk. "Booyah."

She was tempted to go straight to Hank with her findings but knew that if she did that Hank might very well bring Kara in tonight. She wanted to give Alex another day.

Lily decided to investigate the address herself and bring whatever she found to Hank the next day. It was late enough to clock out so she wasted no time in grabbing her bag and heading to the locker room. As she slipped on her civilian clothes, a thread from her shirt caught on the small gold pendant around her neck. Cursing in greek, she wrestled with the shirt for a moment before the thread slipped off.

She held the necklace in her hand a moment longer. Running a thumb over the elegant script engraved on the back.

Kóri,

With love,

Lionel

She smiled, even as her eyes brimmed with tears. Her father never could sign anything just 'dad' or 'papa', he always had to remind the world how amazing he thought his own name was. She missed the days when her father was still alive, Lex was crazy yet, and Kiera hadn't left. They'd been a happy family once. Many many years ago.

That was how Alex found her only minutes later as she clocked out of her own shift. Clutching a necklace and sobbing uncontrolably. Alex didn't say anything just immediately wrapped her arms around Lily comfortingly and rocked her gently.

Alex pet her hair gently, "shh."

"Thank you," Lily whispered. "It's easy to pretend that it was always bad, but Lex was kind once, and Lionel was a good father."

Alex didn't say anything, just continued to hold her until she stopped shaking.

"How about we get takeout and head back to my place for the night? My treat." Alex coaxed gently, trying to bring a smile to her friend's face.

Lily cracked a watery smile, "I never could resist free food."

"That's the spirit," Alex nudged her gently, making them both giggle.

By the time they'd picked up the food and made their way to Alex's apartment, Lily was feeling considerably better.

"You know there's only one thing that would make this better." She smiled slyly at Alex.

Alex laughed, already reaching over to pop in the Star Wars dvd.

"If you tell anyone I've seen this, I'll kill you." Alex had a great threatening face, but it didn't really work with a mouthful of noodles.

"Promises, promises." Lily chided as she stuck her tongue out, already moving into the kitchen to grab a wine bottle.

"Make it sure its a red one." Alex called over the opening credits.

Lily laughed as she opened the cabinet that had only red bottles.

"God forbid we drink white wine for once, Alex."

"Hey," Alex defended as Lily walked back into the living room with the glasses and the bottle. "You love that and you love me. So, what are you complaining about?"

The evening was full of light chuckles comments about Han's looks (mostly Alex) and comments about Luke's looks (all Lily). Lily knew she'd have to check out the address in the morning, but for now she chose to enjoy a nice movie with her best friend.

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queen of peace

Part 4/10 Shifty Powers x Reader

A heavy snow blankets Aldbourne Friday night, but you find Shifty on the front stoop, his tracks trailing behind him, bright-eyed, red-cheeked, but right on time. Always on time.

“You must be absolutely frozen,” you exclaim, ushering him and slamming the door behind him, choking the winter chill before it can sneak in. “Where’s your scarf? And your hat?”

Abashed, Shifty allows you to take his Army-issue tank-jacket, replying, “Well, our supply officer hasn’t gotten them in yet, and it seems wasteful to go buy one when they should be coming in any day now.” You could appreciate that: you’ve felt your coin purse lightening for the past month with the demands of holiday spending.

Still, you frown. “I don’t think the Army wants you getting frostbite, though.” Without needing to be instructed, he follows you through the sitting room, dining room, and hangs a right into the workshop. You pull down his work from last time—an old scrap of muslin littered with his shaky attempts at a whip-stitch—and the spare button tin, adding, “Stitching or buttons today?”

“Buttons, if you don’t mind. Mine keep popping off only a few days after I fix ‘em,” he replies, accepting the offered muslin before digging out his compact sewing kit from his breast-pocket. “And maybe they think frostbite will toughen us up a little? It might be a new training tactic Sobel has discovered to help us beat the Germans.”

You eye him, eye his smile, turned up at the little joke, and want to ask about Sobel, how things are going with him. Shifty never outright gripes about Sobel, not like George or Allen Vest, but you’ve gathered from his fleeting comments that his upheld optimism—his policy of goodwill—stretches to breaking with Captain Sobel. Yet, is it your place to ask? Is that something a friend asks after? Are you even friends? You settle for a safer response: “Your buttons probably need more anchoring, or you’re using the wrong thread.”

Shifty nods, and follows you to the worktable. You demonstrate different techniques of anchoring a button on his scrap of practice muslin, before setting him to his work as you return to George Luz’s trousers. You hemmed one pant-leg after breakfast, over your fourth cup of tea of the day, and you wanted to finish the other before the end of Shifty’s lesson, hoping he’d play delivery boy for you.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” Shifty asks, threading his needle. He’s gotten faster at it over the past month.

“Oh,” you begin, patting around your mind for an acceptable lie. Truthfully, beyond Margaret’s Christmas Eve tea and Christmas mass, you’re doing very little. You made Mother and Margaret a few little baubles, waiting for the money from the nurses’ orders to come in before deciding if you could buy Mother the tea kettle she’s been mooning over, but beyond that, gifts would be little, too. You settle on a fraction of the truth: “Well, since moving from London and my father, he, um . . . well, we don’t really celebrate. Mother doesn��t seem to have the energy for much on Christmas.”

Shifty nods, his lips twisting in a frown. “Do you want to celebrate?”

Under his sad eyes, pity softening them, you squirm, scrambling to justify: “O-of course, it’s just that money…um, we can’t.” And God, you hated that word—money—it makes you sound wretched, someone who really does deserve kind-hearted Shifty’s pity; someone who can’t take care of herself. You try your utmost to not let anyone, not Margaret, not Shifty, not even Mother, realize how truly tight things are and you had admitted it to him. Why did you admit it? you internally demand, and grab for the first distraction you can: “You’re sewing your sleeve to the muslin.”

“What?” Shifty squawks, jerking his attention away, easing a physical weight from your shoulders and you breathe a quiet sigh. You offer Shifty the little silver scissors for thread, assuring him it’s a common enough mistake—‘I did it all the time as a little girl’—and once he’s making tentative stitches on his muslin again, an embarrassed, pursed-lip smile glowing on his face, you allow yourself to grin down at George’s pants.

You resume hemming and, hoping to avert returning to the previous topic, you ask, “What does your family do for Christmas?”

“Gee, what don’t we do?” Shifty asks enthusiastically, apparently forgetting he’s supposed to be embarrassed, his expression opening wide. He sets aside his sew in his enthusiasm. “All the Powers relatives, my Pa’s side, gather up at Granny’s house for the whole week of Christmas to New Years, and we go out and chop down a tree, decorate it and the rest of the house endlessly, roast chestnuts and the game us boys shoot during the day. Pheasant, duck, goose; Granny’s a magician at cooking them so they’re the best thing you’ve ever tasted. I usually help Ma with her cookies, and my Auntie Gertrude with her pies—pies of all sorts: apple, pumpkin, rhubarb, pear. Oh, and I can’t forget Uncle Floyd and his famous mashed potatoes.” He winks. “You’ve never tasted nothin’ until you’ve tried what that man can do with a potato.”

Shifty loses his train of thought then, his eyes growing murky as he sinks into memory and your heart twists just to look at him. He stares at some vague point in the workshop, but you’re sure he’s seeing his uncles and aunts and cousins, he’s smelling the magnificent perfumes of cooking wafting from his Granny’s kitchen. Quietly, you ask, “Is this your first Christmas away from home?”

He blinks once, twice. You watch his senses return, watch his eyes refocus on you, and your heart twists—maybe fractures a bit, adding another crack to the patchwork already fissuring it—that the excited light of recollection doesn’t rekindle. “Um, yeah,” he confirms softly.

You consider taking his hand, you consider squeezing his fingers together to assure him that, though you are a poor substitute, you’re here for him.

Yet, before you can weigh the implications of that gesture—if it’d read as anything beyond friendly—Shifty pointedly returns to his button practice, nodding to George’s trousers as he does. “What are you working on there?”

“Oh, George Luz’s trousers. He needed them hemmed, and I actually need to get them back to him.” Head bent over the trousers, sliding out straight-pins from a freshly sewn hem, you don’t see Shifty’s lips pull into a frown, his shoulders hiking, rigid and stiff. You continue: “Actually, would you mind horribly delivering them for me?”

“Of course, I’d be happy to oblige,” he replies, and you frown at the flatness of his words, the automated quality. Before you formulate a question—the right amounts of casual, innocuous, and inquisitive—your Mother trots in from the kitchen, fixing Shifty with a radiant smile.

It’s a smile that used to be a staple of the London atelier, her eyes crinkling into winking crescents—back when she had every reason to smile with unrestrained excess, to smile and not worry about economizing the energy it spent—and it has been coaxed out over the past month and a half through virtue of Shifty’s presence (or so you’ve deduced). “Hello, Darrell, darling,” she chirps, setting down her loaded tea tray.

You eye the tin of biscuits nestled on it—a tin of biscuits you don’t remember Mother having on her shopping list—and you clamp your lips to keep from asking and embarrassing her.

“Hello, ma’am,” Shifty replies, popping to his feet, submitting to Mother kissing both of his cheeks before offering his assistance with the tea. He asks every week, Mother always delightedly insisting ‘I’m quite capable, thank you, darling,’ though you know from Shifty’s smile that he’s aware of how happy it makes Mother that he’d think to ask. Shooed back to his place the worktable, Shifty begins to your Mother, “Oh, I almost forgot! I got something for you; I asked Ma to send it for you.” He fishes a little jar from his breast-pocket. The clear glass allows you to see the pale-yellow paste inside. “I know it looks unpleasant, but it has turmeric in it and my Granny swears by it. If you put this on like lotion, it should help the aches and pains in your hands.”

Mother blinks once, twice, before her smile blossoms—all white teeth, and twinkling-crescent eyes. Watching her graciously accept the gift and subjecting Shifty to another round of cheek-kisses, you allow yourself to pretend you had taken his hand, you had assured him he isn’t alone on this side of the Atlantic, and that the fond smile he currently wears is for you.

(But, you think, desperately grabbing for a ploy to buoy your dark thoughts, surely this gift is a good thing? Surely it proves Shifty is your friend? After all, what is he, if not a friend, when he brings gifts to your mother?)

. . .

Margaret finds you outside the cookware shop, nose pressed in a highly undignified, indulgent moment of ogling, squinting through the frost-kissed window at your Mother’s tea kettle (well, not really her tea kettle; the money from the nurses’ wages had come in, but it didn’t allow for any superfluous spending like a tea kettle after all). She pounces with a: “Just who I was looking for!”

Squawking and stumbling back from the window—nearly plopping into a snow bank—your arms pinwheel before latching on Margaret’s shoulder. “Margaret!” you exclaim at her satisfied grin. “Are you trying to scare me to death?”

“Of course not,” she assures, not in the least repentant. If anything, her grin has stretched wider, the she-devil. “Because then I couldn’t draft your help.”

“What possibly for?” you ask, straightening the hem of your coat and brushing off a few stray snowflakes. For good measure, you readjust your stocking-cap. “What mischief are you cooking up? I don’t want nor need you dragging me into anything.”

“Mischief? Nothing of the sort,” Margaret assures unconvincingly. “I only talked Father out of the Christmas Eve tea—”

“What?” you squawk, “But, Margaret, I have everyone’s gifts ready and the cakes—”

“But we’re to host the parish’s Christmas Eve party for the American soldiers!” She bounces on the balls of her feet, curls swaying around her face quite fetchingly. You eye them darkly, finding the fetchingness utterly hateful.

“How on earth did you manage that? What happened to the church’s community room? Did you burn it down?” You squint at her.

Rolling her eyes, she clicks her tongue. “Of course not, but there was a bit of a booking conflict. The Christmas Eve Party for the London orphans needed to be somewhere, too, and I just so happened to mention to Father that hosting a party at such a convenient location like our house, right in the middle of the village, might foster more friendliness between the Americans and the locals. It is the season of goodwill and peace to all men, after all.”

You decide against breaking it to her that there’s a war on, and goodwill and peace might be hard to come by, opting instead to point out: “Where are you going to get the things to decorate for a party? Almost all the shops are picked over.”

“Easy,” Margaret replies, stretching the word and even winking. You scowl. “I’ve cabled up to the American headquarters and they thought the party is such a good idea that they offered to donate decorations. In fact, some of the boys are delivering it tomorrow, which is where you come in.” She playfully taps your shoulder even as your stomach lurches at the mention of American boys, finally confronted with the source of your disconcertion: a party with Shifty; a Christmas party with mistletoe and Shifty, no less. Oblivious, Margaret continues: “Would you be a dear and come conduct the decorating? I’d only steal you away for the afternoon.”

Though every instinct in you hollers to refuse, to decline attending the actual party, while you’re at it, Margaret wears her most charming of smiles and you know you only have one option. “Well . . . I guess.”

. . .

You’re barely through the door when Margaret springs, trumpeting: “You’re here! Finally! You must help me face down the hoards; they’re going every which way, and I simply cannot make sure everything is being done correctly!” You raise your eyebrows at Margaret, her usually pristinely fluffed hair disheveled into a great gnarl, before peering around her shoulder. Her family’s sitting room is awash in brown-uniformed boys—American soldiers putting baubles on a real tree, American soldiers cutting out paper chains of angels, American soldiers arranging garland on the fireplace, up the staircase railing, around the archways into the dining room and kitchen. You return your attention to Margaret, blinking. She reads the expression, sighing. “Yes, I know; it’s a monstrosity. Help me, would you?”

Grinning, you ask, “Where do you want me?”

Shoulders sagging in relief—you wonder if any of the boys asked Margaret for instructions before blindly embarking on a decorating rampage—Margaret briefly rests her forehead on your shoulder. “Bless you.” Drawing in a noisy breath through her nose, she straightens, calling. “Skip? Would you help y/n with the ladder and go see about putting up the mistletoe and garland on the front door outside? Then ribbons and wreaths on the lamppost and fence?”

A brown haired young American—his face a study in angles, giving the impression of puckishness—materializes from the activity, answering the name of ‘Skip.’ He nods at the instructions, eyes igniting at the word ‘mistletoe,’ while your eyebrows steadily climb. “Wow,” you breathe, “The Americans really fixed us up, huh?”

Margaret shrugs, smile bemused. A crash, a glass shattering, and a round of colorful curses sends her scurrying away, leaving you to stick out a hand to Skip. “Good to meet you. Looks like we’re project partners for the afternoon.”

Shaking your hand, he returns, “Nice to meet you, too, and even nicer of you to sign up for the pandemonium.” He juts a chin to the source of the crash: a short, Italian-looking soldier standing over a shattered punch bowl with a guilt reminiscent of a puppy piddling on the good China rug, Margaret turning a steadily more concerning shade of red nearby. Adopting a conspiring grin, Skip asks, “Should we evacuate while we still can?”

“Probably for the best,” you agree. Once you and Skip identify the boxes with decorations for outside, haul them to the garden, and fetch the ladder from the shed, you make the executive decision to begin with the lamppost and fence. “Seems like the easier of the two tasks,” you reason, Skip eyeing the eave above the front door with the same trepidation you feel on your own face. You don’t want to begin thinking about the amount of wire, rigging, and finagling it’ll take to fix the mistletoe up and still allow for the door to open.

Skip proves to be a remarkably competent and amusing project partner, beginning with observations about how nippy England is, but that it’s really nothing compared to upstate New York (“sorry to belittle the ferocity of your winters, I’m not saying I don’t appreciate how quickly I lose feeling in my nose and toes, but the snow is up to here at home right now!” He gestures to ear-height and you giggle, unsure if he’s serious but amused by his wide-eyed gravity nonetheless). Perhaps to punctuate this point—though it only succeeds in cementing your opinion all boys are idiotic, regardless of nationality—he regales you with a tale of swimming the Niagara (“the river, not the falls,” he assures. “I’m not as dumb as I look, you know”).

(You politely don’t respond to that).

It’s getting on to four when you declare the fences and lamppost satisfactorily festive, the weak winter sun begins dipping toward the horizon. The hour, it seems, calls a little gang of Americans soldiers from Margaret’s house. They look delightfully warmed, you observe jealously, from spending the day inside. You stamp your feet and scrub your hands on your forearms, as Skip calls: “Hey guys! Headed back already?”

“Yeah, don’t want to give Sobel a ready-made reason to give us shit,” replies one of the boys, who Skip introduces as Alex Penkala, before touching his hat to you. “If you’ll excuse the, uh, expression, ma’am.”

“Don’t worry, Maggie tells me y/n is friends with Luz,” Skip says, slinging a chummy arm over your shoulder. You don’t mind it. “She’s heard worse language and idiotness—err, idiocry?”

“Idiocrity?” offers the red-headed American; you’ll learn later his name is Donald Malakery, and have to hurriedly pinch your nose to keep from snorting in a very unladylike way. “Idiocrasy?”

Sucking his teeth, Skip shakes his head. “Hmm, still doesn’t seem right. Do you think it’s even a word?”

“Where’s Web when we need him, huh?” Penkala asks. “The only time he’d come in handy.” The other two boys snort, voicing their agreement with smiles splitting their faces. It takes a few minutes of shooting the shit about this Web fellow before one of them—Malarkey—seems to remember they meant to collect Skip and be on their way.

Apologizing for leaving you with a half-done job, Skip grips your shoulders solemnly, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Listen, Maggie says we’re playing charades at the party, and you’ve gotta promise me you’re going to be on a team with us.” He gestures to Penkala, Malarkey, and himself.

“We need someone with a brain on our team,” Penkala offers. Malarkey aims an elbow jab at his ribcage. “Ow,” he mutters, though his smile belies any regret for the comment.

Laughing, and offering a gratuitous agreement—Skip asked out of polite inclusivity, and you know he’ll forget by the party—you wave them off with a smile, wishing them a good evening. Watching their shadows recede into the growing twilight, you dance from foot-to-foot, trying to encourage warmth back into your limbs while also dawdling mightily on the inevitable: putting up the mistletoe.

You eye the front door’s eave apprehensively.

In a purely theoretical sense, you are the woman to tackle and triumph over this damnable mistletoe conundrum. You’ve rigged shift dresses to lie flatteringly over chesty woman, you’ve created hourglass figures from the flattest of silhouettes, you’ve broadened a boy’s shoulders into a man’s; you can say, without arrogance, that you’ve worked a fair share of miracles. But, in a purely realistic sense, you feel conquered by the mistletoe before even beginning.

Puffing out a sigh, sending a wisp of your hair fluttering, you march smartly to the ladder Skip slogged out of the shed. Deciding a sensible starting point would be to at least inspect your canvas, you haul yourself up one step, two, three, and—“Don’t you dare go any higher without someone holding your ladder!”

Your heart restarts, you catch your breath, startled from your lungs, and check over your shoulder to see Shifty hurrying along the lane, worry darkening his face. He’s still not wearing a hat or scarf, you notice. The other boys, you remember, sported homemade or store-purchased winter wear (unless the American Army suddenly indulged in pompom stocking caps, like Malarkey’s, or yellow and black scarves reminiscent of a bee, like Penkala’s). Maybe he’d like them for Christmas? You catch yourself thinking. You physically shake your head to dispel the thought.

“Don’t shake your head, all obstinate; no, ma’am,” Shifty laughs, halting at the base of your ladder, gripping it with his steady hands, grounding you. “Ladders can be awfully dangerous.”

“Really, Shifty—” you protest, but it feels weak and more obligatory than pointed. A little candle of warmth has kindled in your chest at the concern lacing his voice. You know you’re foolish, selfish and silly, but you can’t help preening under his attention. “Well, alright, I suppose if you’re holding the ladder, would you mind passing up the mistletoe?”

“Mistletoe?” Shifty repeats, tone edging on awkward.

“Yes, it has pointed leaves and oh—” you begin to explain, interrupted by its presentation at your side. Casting a smile to Shifty, accepting the mistletoe and climbing the last few rungs of the ladder, you briefly glimpse his face, pinker than a moment before. Digging steadying fingers into the top step of the ladder—more to keep you from whipping around and minutely studying Shifty’s expression, deducing what it could possibly mean—you inspect the eave. Multiple nails from decorations’ past litter it as well as a lip in the molding that attaches the eave’s roof to the house; its idle for anchoring mistletoe. “Do you have the same tradition about mistletoe in the States?” you call down.

Momentarily, you wonder in horror at your own daring.

“Um, what—what tradition is that?”

“Oh, well,” you begin, pausing to gather your courage. “If two couples are caught underneath, its tradition to kiss.” You lean against the ladder, patting a wary hand along the eave to check for more nails.

Perhaps it’s the unaddressed kiss, perhaps it’s the lingering longing to clasp his hands—his perfect hands, callouses and all— in yours, perhaps it’s his lack of hat and scarf and the uncertainty if you ought to make them for him, perhaps it’s the persistent speculation of if he’s giving you a gift and what he means by it—going around giving a girl a Christmas gift—but the words are from your mouth before you’re sure of why: “You know, a lot of local girls are going to be at the party—Margaret said she’s inviting almost everyone. Are you thinking of catching anyone under here?”

You’re too much of a coward to look back at him, too much of a coward to break the following choked silence, and, as you walk home well into the evening gloom, Margaret having insisted you fill your belly with hot chocolate and fresh ginger snap cookies, you decide it’s for the best. It’s better to paint yourself as chummy—chummy like Skip, arm-thrown-shoulder and everything—as a friend, who Shifty can confide any secret pining to than delude yourself. Than trick and hurt yourself with thinking his concern or his blushes mean anything beyond Shifty being, well, Shifty.

Too kind for his own good.

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