Thomas and Percy are the best of friends, but sometimes their animal instincts can't help but kick in. It's a literal game of cat and mouse with these two.
It's my patron saint, Saint Gertrude's, feast day today and also St. Patrick's Day. So here's a cat themed image and a green character.
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Maybe If Remus Had a Plan in the First Place This Fic Would Have Had a Name, Too
Remus is Remus, Roman is tired, and thereâs a cat, too. Expected chaos ensues.
This is my gift for Pigeon, @the-pigeon, for @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I hope you enjoy your gift, and i hope your holidays were and continue to go well! Also, happy new year!! :D
word count: 2125
rating: teen and up (for slight language/innuendo)
content warnings: slight innuendo/language typical of remus, hair pulling as a stim, descriptions of bad things happening to animals (as an intrusive thought, it is dealt with accordingly), slight anxiety attack/sensory overload moment
relationships: platonic sides (all of em) with brotherly roman&remus focus, implied/background romantic roman/virgil and romantic patton/remus but itâs pretty subtle
characters: roman, remus, virgil, patton, logan, janus, c!thomas (meaning both character!thomas and cat!thomas asfhjakfh)
additional tags: high school au, punk au, heist fic, like slight conflict and then mostly fluff and comfort. also, side note, cain and abel are the twinsâ cats sdhjgdskfh
âRemus.â
âRoman.â
A beat.
âAny chance you could explain⊠any of this?â Roman gestures wildly to the pile of metal scraps, receipts, the feral cat, and assorted other trinkets strewn across the sidewalk in front of Remus, before crossing his arms and impatiently awaiting an answer without his usual air of, well, put-together-ness.
âWell, Iâd actually gotten around to finally cleaning my wallet, whenââ
âThe cat, Remus! Whose cat is this? Why do you have it? Why is it surrounded by trash?â Romanâs voice increased in both volume and shrillness as he went on, hands reaching unconsciously to tug at his hair.
âHey, donât do that shit,â Remus tugged at the cuffed jean at Romanâs ankle for emphasis, âAnyways, like I was saying, I was cleaning my wallet when I remembered that I was like, eighty assignments behind in anatomy, so I figured I could do some cool art or somethinâ with a cat! For⊠extra credit or something.â Remus faltered for a moment, âIn all honesty, I didnât think Iâd get this far.â He had thought getting the cat would be the hard part, so now he was stuck in the swing of success without a direction to turn. Roman, however, was still stuck on the small details (in Remusâ humble opinion).
Roman took a deep breath, muttering something that sounded a lot like a prayer for forgiveness, before looking down at his brother yet again.
âRemus.â
âYes, brother dearest?â
âWhose cat is this?â
âDo you want the honest answer?â
Roman looked moments away from manslaughter, yet managed to nod anyways. Remusâ face broke into a shit-eating grin;
âI have no fucking clue.â
---
âLet me get this straightââ
A chorus of âgood luck with thatâs and similar sentiments echoed Loganâs statement, much to his chagrin.
âOkay. Redo.â
âYou canât just say âredoâ IRL, Lo,â Virgil chuckled, not even bothering to look up from his phoneâhe had already checked out from the drama, but stayed for the simple pleasure of experiencing the familiar banterâand in fear of being called to the deanâs office for cutting class. Mostly the latter.
âAnd I would argue that you cannot say âIRLâ in a verbal conversation, yet here we are,â Logan paused for emphasis, adjusted his necklaces for the umpteenth time, and smoothed his hands over the table again before continuing, âRegardless. The situation that youâand I mean you two,â he gestured to the twins, âthere is hardly a âweâ fault-wise hereâhave gotten into, is one of... feline larceny, without a known victim? Is that correct?â Remus nodded sheepishlyâor as sheepish as his wolfish features could get, all teeth and eyesâwhile Roman just stewed in rage. Remusâ backpack laid halfway zipped on the lab table, and every once in a while a pink nose and whiskers would find its way into the light before being shoved back by a flurry of hands, aware of what yet another detention would mean for the twins. They couldnât all just skip, thoughâthey learned that the hard way from the last time one of Roman and Remusâ harebrained schemes had made its way from âa slight nuisanceâ to âan unignorable thorn in everyoneâs side that also somehow ends with arson.â So, they had some past experience in handling the, well, experience that the twins brought along with their companyâbut they normally had at least a lead to work with.
âHow,â Janus started, massaging his temples despite only just then contributing to the wreck of a conversation that their art class had devolved into, âdo you steal a cat, and not know who from?â Remus just shrugged.
âIt wasnât intentional. I needed a cat, a guy had a cat, I didnât ask questions. Was I supposed to?â Remus asked, eyebrows drawn togetherânormally, heâd be a sarcastic shit that would drive the group insane on (some level of) purpose, but now he just seemed genuinely afraidâof the consequences of his own actions, but, stillâprogress. Logan opened his mouth to offer his advice, but was silenced by the jarring ring of the bell. He sighed. This was going to be a long day of way more stress than he was qualified forâthe twins were going to owe him another stick and poke if he had any say in the matter.
---
Remus must have been a wonderful, wonderful man in his past life. He had to have been. Because, somehow, by some good grace, he managed to make it through another two classes on his own, and to lunch in one piece, with a living cat by his sideâwell, in his backpack, but the merit stands. Logan could honestly say he was impressedânot that he would tell him that, though. Nevertheless, the six friends reconvened at lunchâstill without a direction to turn.
âI could just put him back where I found him,â Remus started, attempting to break the icy silence at the table with a jackhammer as always.
âDo you even know where that is?â Roman scoffed, incredulous.
âWell, no, but I could get close.â
âThis isnât helping,â Logan interjected, âHow about you bring it to a shelter? One nearby where you found it?â The table nodded in general agreement, but Remus only frowned.
âBut that isnât where I got it from. What if it has an owner? What if the closest shelter isnât a no-kill shelter, and we go to all the trouble of saving the cat only for the fucks at the shelter to hurt it?â Remusâ pace picked up with his heart rateâdespite only having this cat for maybe six hours, if anything happened to it, Remus had a pretty good idea of what heâd end up doing.
âWe can check for that, canât we, Lo?â Patton chimed in, placing a calming, steady hand on Remusâ shoulder, which sunk, relieved, at the touch.
âPossibly. But, regardless, it isnât Remusâ cat. Our priority is to get it back to its original owner, if it has one,â Logan pointed out, âIf that isnât possible, then we need to reevaluate our plan, come up with another, and settle for a different goal.â
âHave we at any point today even actually had a plan?â Virgil snickered, ever the pessimistâit wasnât like he was really helping as he was, once again, staring at his phone.
âWell, itâs not like youâve done much besides stare at your phone today, edgelord,â Remus snarked, though it came out as more of a mumbleâhis face was pressed into the table, and his eyes were on the cat in the bag.
âYouâre gonna have to get better nicknames, Dukey, weâre all edgelords here,â Janus deadpanned, smudging an unhealthy amount of eyeshadow around his eyes while Virgil and Remus argued over their respective contributions.
âOkay, can you, my brother,â Roman pointed to Remus, whose teeth clacked with how fast he shut up, âand you, my boyfriend,â he pointed to Virgil, who could only look the smallest bit abashed, Â âcalm all the way down? Stop arguing, holy shitââ Roman took another breath, relishing the silence that had fallen over the table before pushing on, ââhow about we all go, together, and fix this shit? I mean, what could go wrong?â
---
The answer was a lot. A fucking lot could go wrong when six seventeen-year-olds tried to coordinate anything, let alone an amateur heist.
Remus managed to get through the rest of the school day without much incident, but the rest of them were not so lucky, managing to receive a grand total of three detentions and six failed tests from lunch to the end of seventh period between the five of them. The teens recounted the horror stories of sixth period; Patton gesturing wildly from the driver's seat, Remus sat quietly (for maybe the second time in his life) in the passenger seat, and the remaining accomplices squished together in the back seat (which would fit three people at most for any group that wasnât them). Also in the back seat was the cat, who had been dubbed âThomasâ for the time beingâhe was sat in Janusâ lap, curled up around an abandoned ball of yarn that had been left under one of the seats. The car ride across town would have been incredibly tense and unbearably long without the feline, and for that, Remus was gratefulâeven if he still had a sinking feeling of guilt swirling in his stomach.
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      After a surprisingly uneventful car ride (except for the stop at a drive through for a morale boost (Pattonâs words) of coffees and drinks which ended, after a rather nasty pothole, with a massive stain on the roof of the car), the party settled into the waiting room at theâno-kill, Remus triple checkedâanimal shelter. There werenât enough chairs, so the group made more of a pile around Thomas, some of them standing, and the others sitting both on chairs and the floor. Juxtaposed with the sterile white of the walls, they stood out like the emo cousins that they basically were. Remus bounced his leg, up, down, up, down, over and over. He kept knocking his knee against Janusâ, which jostled Thomas every time he did.
âSorry,â Remus mumbled, trying to focus on holding still. Â But it itched in the back of his brain, guilt and stress and fault and all the wonderful, terrible feelings churning, over and over. The clock behind the desk was too loud, and Remus couldnât do anything about it because they wouldnât even have to be here if not for him. So he kept his mouth shut and tried not to cryâfor all of two minutes, because that was when Janus decided that he had had enough, and shoved a ball of fur into his arms. For a moment, Remus was terrified he was going to fuck it up, hurting Thomas or himself or causing some other inevitable disaster, but Thomas just pushed his warm face into Remusâ palm, and suddenly, somehow the only thing Remus could feel was loved. He choked out a wet laugh, unable to contain the bubbling build-up of emotions that had been brewing since he first saw Thomas that morning. His friends all looked at him, concerned at first, but all they could do was coo at Remus being the softest they had ever seen him. He sniffed, and gave them all a watery smile.
âThanks, guys.â
âSincerity? In my brother? Itâs more likely than you think!â Roman teased, poking his brother in the arm. Remus stuck his tongue out at him, and the teens devolved into familiarity, playful taunts and sincere joy, waiting to be called back for Thomasâ check up.
---
While the veterinarian had been momentarily taken aback at the request for all six visitors to be in the room during the appointment, she also hadnât seen a reason to say no at the time. Thus, once again, like the clowns they were, they piled into the room and crowded around the table, Thomas at the heart of it allâconfoundingly calm given the situation, at least to the onlookers.
The veterinarian introduced herself to each of them, and began examining the cat for any injuries, microchips, or anything out of place.
âHe seems to be healthy, no broken bones or infectionsâŠâ The doctor said, reaching for a handheld device, âIf heâs microchipped, and Iâm able to reach the owner, you boys will be off the hook, okay?â Remus cringed, but noddedâhe needed to remember that Thomas wasnât his before he got hurt. She ran the scanner over Thomasâ back, and hummed.
âIâm⊠actually not finding anything. You said he was lost?â
âI donât know for sure,â Remus confessed, âI found him on the street, so he could be a stray.â
âIt seems he was a very lucky one, for sure. Most cats his age are incredibly susceptible to outside bacteriaâfinding you guys likely saved his life.â Remusâ eyes widened, and his hand reached for Thomas almost instinctively.
âYou said that he doesnât have an owner?â
âNot that I can determine, no. Did he have a collar, any sort of identification?â
Remus shook his head.
âWell, there are two options in the meantime; we can hold on to him, and put him up for adoption through our services, or you could adopt him. He needs to be immunized and neutered, first, but where he ends up is up to you guys.â Remus thought to himself for a moment.
âHey, Roman. How mad do you think Mom would be if we brought Cain and Abel home a new friend?â
---
The answer? Not mad enough to outweigh her happiness at Remusâ smile with Thomas in his arms. And even though he didnât end up getting the extra credit in anatomy, Remusâ circle of best friends grew by one, so he thinks he did alright in the end.
When he reaches the kitchen doorway the scent seems to curl around him - his shoulders soften in their set, and his eyebrows raise, pleasantly surprised at the sight of the cake on the table, cooling. Richard is reminded of when a cat sees something shiny, its pupils dilating and hackles dropping.Â
*****
Thomas lowered himself gingerly into the chair, letting the subject drop. He sat on the edge, stiff and upright, like a nervous cat. Thomas often reminded him of a cat: aloof yet fascinated, terribly serious but a bit silly. Peter wanted very much to pet him.
Yeees please keep feeding my cat!Thomas obsession đ»
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