𐙚˙⋆.˚ valko & raffy (platonic) x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i've been quite inspired lately to write some of my own ideas (but i'll go back to the requests very soon, dw!) and i thought... raffy is a merman. valko is a werewolf. the only thing against them could be a cat! how chaotic would it be to leave them in charge of a kitty? i really hope you sweet babies find it as entertaining as i did 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯
“so… what do we do with that thing?” rafayel asked, hidden behind a column as he stared at the beast from afar.
valko narrowed his eyes slightly.
his instincts were sharp, but his sense of duty and royalty were stronger.
“we take care of it,” he whispered. “like we were asked to do.”
both men stared at the creature with unease, unsure of how to proceed.
it all started when you asked the two guys you trusted the most to take care of your beloved best friend, since you had to leave for two days.
your best friend was… well, your cat.
rafayel would rather swallow two liters of paint, but valko was surprisingly eager, promising to do his best.
when they both got inside your home, rafayel was already cautious, looking around in case the furry beast attacked.
valko, though, was curious, sniffing the air and wagging his tail.
if the cat was your best friend, it could become his best friend too!
they found the pretty baby fast asleep on the couch, and, without thinking much, valko approached and knelt before it, gently poking its tiny head.
rafayel retreated just in time as the cat woke up, startled, immediately hissing at the stranger and swatting at him.
valko whimpered in pain when the claws hit his nose.
he fell back, eyes wide, ears flattening.
the cat ran away, and rafayel shook his head in terror.
“why would you do that?! don't you know they're vicious creatures?” he helped the giant man up, already regretting being here.
“i… well, damn,” valko grunted, touching the bloody tip of his nose with shaky fingers. “how are we supposed to take care of that… little rascal now?”
rafayel took a deep breath and sat down heavily, rubbing his temples.
“just… put food in its bowl, water, clean the litter box,” he listed, nose scrunching in disgust.
“litter box?” valko tilted his head. “can't we just take it outside and let it… do its thing?”
rafayel looked up, blinking softly.
not only was valko too trusting.
he was also dumb.
“oh gods,” rafayel whispered, covering his face in sheer distress. “if the cat doesn't kill me, i think you will.”
both men remained quiet, defeated.
until you sent a message asking how things were going.
rafayel was ready to exaggerate and describe how your cat almost murdered valko out of sheer spite.
valko, however, said things were going oh so smoothly.
“your cat is an angel, bunny,” valko typed. “we good.”
“we can't just lie!” rafayel read the screen and stood up, shaking his head. “what if that thing kills us?”
valko scratched the back of his neck before looking down at the screen.
no.
you mustn't worry.
“that's not happening, yeah? you're overreacting…” he sighed. “we'll just lock ourselves somewhere, let it wander around, and survive! no biggie.”
rafayel stared at him.
yup.
he'd die today, and not in your arms, as he wished.
he'd die next to a dumb dog and a ferocious cat.
thankfully, your cat wasn't fond of the two strange men, so it hid most of the time.
when it came out to eat, though, rafayel froze and slapped valko's head, who was half asleep on the couch.
“shh! there it is!” rafayel urged, making valko jump.
they both watched as the cat walked over to its bowl and pawed at it.
then, your cat mewled expectantly.
“...what does it want? the food is literally right there,” rafayel whispered.
“perhaps it wants more?”
the cat kept mewling, staring directly at the men.
rafayel quickly went through your texts and instructions again, in case he had missed something.
“feed twice a day, keep the water bowl clean. and do not fall for those eyes! my baby can't eat more than necessary…?” he whispered. “okay, so then what— valko, no!”
said man was approaching, already pouring more kibble and opening a can of wet cat food.
“we must take the diplomatic route, raf,” valko said with an easy grin, which only froze when your cat rubbed against his legs, purring loudly.
“no way,” rafayel breathed out. “what— what does that mean?”
valko looked at the cat and then at the food.
“i think…” valko whispered, staying still. “i've been accepted.”
the cat let out another pleased purr before dramatically flopping onto one side.
“this is exactly what the text told us not to do. we can't fall for this trickery just so it gets more food.”
valko, however, was already crouching down, his hand reaching out to touch the baby's soft belly.
“it wants belly rubs…” valko whispered.
“no!” rafayel hissed, smacking his arm away. “bad dog, bad! it's a trap! i've seen it before!”
valko looked between rafayel and the cat, clearly conflicted.
the cat blinked once, then twice…
and finally reached out with one small paw, patting valko's hand.
it purred loudly.
“raf—”
“no.”
“but it didn't try to—”
“don't.”
“i think the food helped as a peace offering—”
“it is manipulating you. trust me, i should know,” rafayel mumbled, narrowing his eyes.
valko grunted and placed the food on the floor before sitting down beside it.
his tail softly thumped against the floor.
the cat reached for the bowl of food first, happily eating as if it knew it was forbidden but had gotten away with it anyway.
when the furry baby finished, it stretched and approached valko's lap, sniffing softly before settling down.
valko grinned, canines showing.
“can't bite the hand that feeds you, huh?” he mumbled, clumsily patting the cat's head as if it were a puppy.
rafayel sat down on a stool, legs folded beneath him as a security measure.
he couldn't trust that vicious cat.
“you should come, raf. i think this baby got scared because it doesn't know us… but things are fine now.”
“hard pass,” rafayel shook his head. “if we base this solely on instincts, you are safe. wolves are above cats in the food chain. fish, however…”
valko thought about it for a minute, and in that time, the cat suddenly turned its attention to raffy.
it sniffed the air, then approached.
rafayel froze, then perched on the stool, ready to bolt.
“what— what is it doing?” he whispered.
“perhaps it wants to be your friend too?”
“or perhaps it wants sushi,” raffy mumbled, growing desperate when the cat stood on its hind legs and stretched against the stool. “your tuna is over there, buddy!”
the cat suddenly leaped, and rafayel's screech could be heard all over the building.
valko couldn't even react, since he was too busy taking pictures so he could send them to you.
things were going absolutely fine in his eyes!
and if you found a body in your apartment, well… that's just how nature worked!
it'd be the two longest days of their lives, for sure, but they'd do anything for you.~
