“Dander,” Levi says, recalling the name on the placard hanging on the wall outside of the room. “Why’s she called that?”
“Well,” Eren, the man who has been introducing him to all the cats at the shelter for the past half hour, says, “she sheds. A lot.”
Levi hums. He can handle that. He holds out his hand and the cat sniffs it, nudges his fingers. Levi starts to pet her head.
Then she bites him.
“And she’s kind of feisty.”
Eren laughs awkwardly, voice dying off as Levi stares at him. He clears his throat.
“We can go look at the other cats again.”
The other cats. The nice ones. The cute one. The friendly ones.
Levi looks at Dander. The difficult one. The odd one. The temperamental one. The one that no one wants.
He knows the feeling.
“I’ll take her.”
“Dander. I’ll take her.”
“Really?” Eren’s face lights up. “That’s great! Isn’t that great, Dander?”
Dander blinks at him and flicks her tail.
“She thinks it’s great, too.”
Levi doubts that, but he isn’t going to burst the guy’s bubble.
“Alright,” Eren says, “we’ll just need to fill out some paperwork. It’ll take a few days to process all your information and make sure you’re able to–”
“Oh,” Levi interrupts, digging in the pocket of his coat. “Here.”
He hands Eren several papers that, in hindsight, he probably should have put in a folder rather than crumpling them and stuffing them in his jacket. It’s an official note, an allowance really, from his therapist to get an animal to keep at home, to help him. He’s skeptical it will actually work, but he’s willing to give it a shot. Hange suggested it, both as a professional and as a friend, and he values their opinion as both.
“Sorry. Should have given it to you before.”
“You’re…” Eren begins.
Freakish? Pitiful? A waste of space?
“…lucky,” he finishes. “This will speed things up. We can get you squared away within the hour. But you still have to fill out the paperwork. Unfortunately I can’t spare you the boring stuff.”
Eren smiles at Levi and Levi tries to smile back, though it probably looks more like a grimace. Whatever face he ends up making, Eren doesn’t seem bothered by it. He opens the door of Dander’s room, allowing Levi to exit first before following behind and shutting the door behind them. He fiddles with Dander’s placard, switching the removable sign under her name that says ‘I’m looking for my purrfect match’ to ‘I’ve found my furever home’.
“So there’s no confusion if someone else comes to visit,” he explains and leads Levi back to the lobby.
It only takes about twenty minutes to get everything in order. They send him home with a few days worth of food and some of Dander’s favorite toys to get him started, and Dander herself in a cardboard kitty crate that, judging by the way it tilts back and forth regularly, she is eager to get back out of.
Levi stops and turns, watches as Eren runs across the parking lot. He hands Levi a piece of paper with a number on it.
“This is my cell. Call me anytime.”
Levi raises eyebrow at him.
“About the cat.”
“Or anything really,” he says as he walks backwards towards the shelter. “Keep in touch, Levi.” Eren waves before turning and rushing into the building.
Levi waves back long after Eren is out of sight. It’s stiff and Levi pulls his arm back against his side almost immediately.
Dander meows at him loudly, her pink nose sticking out of one of the holes in the crate.
“Right. So am I.” Levi puts Dander in his car then gets in himself. “Let’s go home.”
Okay, but people…hugging Jaal. Cuddling Jaal. It would be the best thing ever. He’s a tall, buff squid kitty that almost sounds like he’s purring while he talks - and if that’s not the best combination, I will swing.
Imagine holding his big ass hand, probably much bigger than yours - just laying there, on your bed, with your head on his chest, everything’s good and life’s fine. There are things waiting to be done, but you can’t care less. All that matters is your goddamn octopus kitty and how warm and comfortable he is.
All these AUs where Chat Noir starts coming by the bakery at all hours of the night because he’s a hungry kitty and also might be in love with a certain baker’s daughter but where’s the AU where Chat Noir’s been out all night and just needs something to eat so he’s passing by Marinette’s bakery and thinks he’ll just grab some day-old bread and pay them back later but he forgets that bakers are up at four in the morning so instead of sneaking quietly into the bakery he gets caught - by TOM. But Tom gives him some cheese bread and is totally chill about it - no charge, not for one of the heroes of Paris, really, he insists - and so next time it happens, Chat figures, why not? Tom’s up rolling out dough when he hears a tap on the window and a tired but grinning Chat is crouched outside. And then one time it’s a little TOO middle of the night, and Tom is still asleep, so Chat curls up and falls asleep on the doorstep because it seems weird to try and sneak in through a window now that Tom knows he comes by. Tom shakes him awake when he finds him an hour later and he realizes with horror he’s got barely minutes left on his transformation and scampers off before Tom can get any food in the poor boy.
After that Tom takes to leaving out a little package for Chat each night of whatever didn’t sell in the bakery that day. Sometimes the packages are gone, sometimes they’re not, and sometimes Tom comes down in the morning to find Chat eagerly munching away on a leftover croissant. They’ll chat - about Paris, about video games, which they discover are a common interest (”You should see my daughter play,” Tom boasts, and Chat grins in his teasing fashion, but thinks fondly of a little good luck charm he keeps tucked in his pocket. “I bet she’s amazing,” he replies). One time Tom turns around from the oven to find Chat perched precariously on a counter and peering over his shoulder, and is happy to explain what he’s doing. He talks to Chat about dough and butter and baking and how to time everything just right. Chat talks about Ladybug and sighs over his amazing partner. Tom chuckles and smiles sympathetically and offers stories of setting the kitchen on fire trying to impress his new girlfriend Sabine, whose uncle is a world famous chef, and his miserable first attempts at learning Chinese when she already spoke four languages.
Whenever there’s been an especially vicious akuma attack, he’ll quietly set aside a couple macarons, or a little tart, as a special treat. In January there’s a cold snap and there’s news footage of the two superheroes battling their way against an icy akuma, shivering in their skintight suits. The next night, there’s an entire galette du roi waiting on the windowsill.
And this goes on for MONTHS. No one else knows. Chat’s never still there by the time Sabine and Marinette get up, and Tom never mentions it. Adrien has mysteriously developed a sudden interest in baking and Alya is going to MURDER Marinette if she doesn’t take advantage of it.
Until one night they’ve been battling an akuma since before dinner, transformations on again and off again with barely a few minutes of rest, and they’re both tired as can be but neither of them has really eaten in nearly fourteen hours and they are so HUNGRY. So Chat hesitantly says, hey Ladybug, I know a place, the guy’s really nice, he’s been leaving something out for me to eat for a while now. We’ve both still got enough time to swing by. Ladybug is too hungry to argue and too tired to think about explaining to her dad why she’s sneaking into the kitchen at four in the morning, so she just follows. Until she realizes that Chat is leading her RIGHT TO HER OWN BAKERY and Tom is opening the door to greet them with open arms, saying how he’d seen they’d only just defeated the akuma not half an hour ago and he thought Chat might be by, and he’s brought Ladybug too, this is an honor! Is she going to start coming along regularly now too? he asks with a sly grin in Chat’s direction. Marinette couldn’t possibly go redder in the face if Adrien were naked in front of her.
My version of a collaboration drabble with, @marcoacesabo and @rboooks.
“Marco, Ace! I’m home!” Sabo announced as he stepped through the threshold of his and his boyfriend’s apartment. After having received no reply Sabo prepared to call out for his lovers once again, curious as to why they hadn’t answered. Only to quickly be shushed by Marco as he flicked around the corner into the entry hall where Sabo currently stood.
“Shh, you gotta stay quiet. There’s a surprize in the living room.” Marco whispered, smirking mischievously as he softly grabbed the other blond’s arm and lead his to said room.
“What do you mean surprize, where is Ace? And why do you have your camera out?” Sabo continued to question, but complied with the taller blonde’s request and lowered his volume to a whisper.
“You’ll see.” Marco replied cryptically, only to point to a large mound of fabric that was stationed next to the couch soon after.
“Why does it look like every blanket and pillow we own are creating a mountain next to our couch that is also missing it’s cushions… Wait, is Ace?” Sabo pondered, before glancing back and forth between the mountain of plush and Marco. Silently squealing at the subtle nod he got for an answer to his final question.
“Stay quiet or else you’ll wake them.” Marco whispered before tip toeing over to the fort, as Sabo had finally identified the piles purpose, to shift a simple black blanket that served as the entrance to said fort. With the material that blocked Sabo’s ‘surprize’ from view now gone he could hardly contain himself from not rushing over there and leaping in to snuggle with the sight that would lay before him.
“Wait, they?” Sabo questioned, quirking an eyebrow as he also made his way towards the pillow fort. The only answer Sabo had gotten in return was a point from Marco’s finger and him lifting his camera to take some photos. And where photo’s every necessary. For there lay their other lover, still decked in his litten pajama pants and curled in a nest of pillows from all around their apartment and the fluffiest blankets they owned. Not to mention Marco’s sash used as a blanket for their newest residents, three tiny kittens. One a midnight black pelt but when examined later showed light ginger hairs throughout it’s pelt, another a strawberry blondish color with noticeable burn marks running along its left side, and lastly a yellow and ginger speckled tabby. Now each sounded adorable on their own, and they most certainly are. However, what truly made this sight a spectacle was how all four of these precious balls of cuteness were curled around and against each other in a sort of dog pile.
“I believe, we’ll need to run out in a bit to pick up cat supplies.” Marco whispered in Sabo’s ear, his eyes still focused on their raven lover and the kittens with an adoring look,
“I agree. Three collars, bowl sets, brushes, and at least two bags of kitten food along with a bag or two of treats. What are we gonna name them? I claim the burnt one and dub him dragon.” Sabo declared quietly, leaning back into Marco chest.
“Ace will want the black one and he’ll probably name it striker. So I’ll take the tabby, and how about naming it Phoenix?” Marco asked while he wrapped his arms around Sabo’s waist.
“Mew~” and with that almost silent mewl that came from who knows which kitten both Sabo and Marco knew for certain that at that moment these four were utterly precious and needed to be protected and sheltered. For they were Sabo and Marco’s dearest treasures.
In the tags on my ‘Marvel should treat Kitty right’ post, someone said something along the lines of 'Yeah, bring her into the MCU and let her marry Peter’ and honestly you couldn’t’ve been farther away from my point if you tried, buddy