Archive of Our Own ^beta

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♡how to request♡:

-send me a DM
-comment on this chapter only
-contact me on social media

♡what to request♡ :

I'm open to a lot! please send me the name of the band member you'd like me to write about and give me a summary of what you'd like the story to be about (or a few plot points) <3

(if not specified otherwise, I will most likely write it using (y/n) )

♡what I write♡ :

I mainly write about the band members of:

-pierce the veil
-sleeping with sirens
-bring me the horizon
-twenty one pilots

feel absolutely free to request any member of an emo or emo adjacent band and I will try my best!

♡my WILL DO list♡:

-fluff
-angst
-established relationship
-marriage
-leading up to a relationship
-crushes
-any pronouns
-gender neutral
-any way you identify is cool with me
- x reader/ y/n
-x oc (yours or mine)
-x other band member
-over 18
-platonic relationships & friendships
-parental relationships (ABSOLUTELY NOT IN A KINKY WAY)
-vampires/other mythical creature/paranormal au
-other universe au
-horror/kidnapping but absolutely no SA.
-greiving and death

♡my WILL NOT DO list♡:

-under 18
-heavy smut
-age play
-racism/homophobia
-race play
-heavy themes of self harm
-heavy themes of anorexia
-age regression (age regression is completely valid, but I do not have any experience with it myself, so I don't feel comfortable speaking about it.)
-predatory parent-child relationships
-heavy themes of abuse
-SA
-heavy themes of suicide

Ill be looking forward to requests! I apologize for slow updates, have a lovely day <3 - author (lillylobotomy)

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Chapter Text

It had been six long months since Pauline’s cat died. She missed having company after work. She missed lazy days around the house spent with a little furry creature watching scary movies. Her house was decorated top to bottom with spooky cat decorations. A constant reminder of her lost pet. Usually, she would have used her cat as an excuse to stay home from work. “She was sick” “I can’t come in, my cat had a vet appointment” or even, “My cat is giving me allergies, I have to go to the clinic”, but today, she had no excuse. She was just simply too tired to go into work.

A cool wind swept through the streets on that particular day in March. A storm was coming soon, Pauline could tell. Her hair was unusually frizzy and the leaky hole in her roof was taunting her.
“Damn itttt!” Pauline cursed to herself as it started to drip through the crack, plopping directly onto her pillow, the pillow that she was just preparing to rest her head on and watch a comfort movie.

She hastily threw on her raincoat, black with tiny metal studs decorating the pockets, and grabbed her umbrella which was clear. The door opened to a different world, at least in her eyes. The rain was a place to escape, to exist in a fantasy world. She rarely saw others out, let alone when it rained so she took the time to imagine her perfect world in the gray and empty cloud made by the rain. She walked the same route as usual, earbuds stuffed into her ears, feet shuffling on the ground, just a slow stroll to take it all in.

The rain was actually quite loud, and it made listening to music unenjoyable. It wanted to be heard, so she took out her earbuds, winded up the cord, and listened. It was calming, too calming, she had to sit down, just close her eyes for a bit. She picked the dryest bench, which was just as wet as the others but under a tree. She held the umbrella up above her head and propped her chin on her arm. Eventually, sleep took her over. The umbrella fell to the ground and managed to barely hold on against the small stream that collected on the path. She slept there for almost an hour before the sudden stop of the rain woke her up.

The world around her was disheveled. Branches lay on the ground, a bird tried desperately to rebuild her nest, and leaves were strewn all around her. She was soaking wet from head to toe and shivering. Groaning, she got up and collected her umbrella, still waking up.

“Meowww” Pauline instantly recognized the pained cry of a cat and she stopped in her tracks to see which direction that the calls were coming from.

Raising her hand to her ear to cup it, she spun around, looking left and right, in trees and under bushes until, “Meowww!” she heard it again, this time closer and louder. She turned left towards the direction of the sound, and her eyes fell on a downed oak branch, and under it, a small cat, soaking wet.

“Oh poor baby!” Pauline rushed over to the branch and squatted down. She pried the branch off of it and scooped him up.

“Meow! Meow! Meow!” he cried, clawing at her jacket, a stud popping off of it and hitting the ground.

Pauline abandoned her umbrella and ran all the way home with him. Her keys jingled in the lock and she rushed in, closing out the wind and outside world. She panted, sitting down criss-cross on the floor, and slowly, she uncovered the ball of fur in her arms. He had stopped crying, but rain still dripped off him and his leg had a bloody gash.

“Poor kitty,” the cat stayed motionless in her arms, “Can I pet you?” She reached her hand towards the cat’s face and let it sniff her. It didn’t hiss, so she gently stroked its head. Pauline took him to the bath and scrubbed off the dirt and fleas with the flea shampoo that she had from her old cat. This cat was a boy. He had gorgeous brown and white fur, a British Longhair.
He didn’t seem to mind the water, he was calm and swatted at the water gently, making ripples in the tub. When she lifted him out of the bath, he sauntered over to a warm blanket in the corner of her room to lay down, right next to her record player which was playing soft music still. He closed his eyes comfortably and began to purr. She stared at him in awe, a bit perplexed by the cat who had immediately made this place his home.

Pauline had gone to bed after giving him some food and water, but she woke up in the morning to scratching and angry meowing. She opened her eyes quickly to see all of her figures knocked off their shelves, strewn across the floor. The cat sat proudly by her bed, one figure between his paws.

“Cat! What the fuck!” Pauline grumbled angrily and began to pick up the figures, reaching for the one he was holding onto first.

He jumped angrily and hizzed. “Ow!” She jumped back clutching her hand that now oozed crimson blood. She swatted him away and grabbed the figure, “Why this one?” she asked him, as if he could speak. She held up the Asuka figure to him and he chirped happily pawing at it. “You like Neon Genisis Evangelion, don’t you?” She chucked, forgetting about her hand.

She went to go clean her hand, setting the figure on the highest shelf, away from his reach. When she came back a minute later, her bedroom was good as new. Every figure was in its place, even neater than before. The cat was purring calmly at the foot of her bed.

“Huh,” puzzled, she approached him and sat back down on her bed, swinging her legs onto the bed and pulled the covers up again, patting the spot beside her. Instead, he jumped off of the bed and sauntered downstairs.

Whatever. Pauline shrugged and adjusted the sheets around her and closed her eyes. (for a cat nap, get it?)

The rest didn’t last long, and AGAIN, she awoke to clattering noises coming from the kitchen. She stormed downstairs and was met with an unusual scene. The cat sat in the breakfast nook, on the bench. In front of him was a bowl of cat food and some toast, perfectly plated, with butter on it and everything. The hair on Pauline’s neck stood up, and she glanced around the downstairs area before grabbing a knife.

“Who’s there?” She shouted, holding the knife behind her back.

“It’s only me!” An unfamiliar voice came from the kitchen, where she just was. She spun back around, but saw no one there. The cat jumped down and came over to her, hugging her leg with his tail.

“It’s ok kitty, I got you,” she picked him up carefully, holding the knife in the other hand. HISS! The cat jumped down, onto the table.

“It’s just me!” This time, Pauline saw it with her own two eyes. The cat had talked. He opened his mouth and human words came out.

“What. The. Fuck.” She stared at him in confusion, “Did you just…talk?”

“Um… yeah.” Pauline stood there, mouth wide open. “Wanna see something cool?” Pauline can’t reply. Slowly, the cat’s face morphs and stretches into a human’s. His back paws and replaced with shoes, His arms are completely drowned in tattoos, his ears peek out of wavy brown hair, swept into side bangs.

“What-What are you?” Pauline barely stammered out clutching her chest, beginning to fall. He eyes went dark and she blacked out.

When she woke up, Pauline was laid up on the couch, the “cat” was running around the kitchen fumbling with his paws to get her a glass of water and ice for her head where she had fallen.

She shot up, ignoring the pain in her head, and screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU?” Pauline was scared, she believed in ghosts and other paranormal things like that, but she had never heard of anything like this before. The cat thing rushed over to her and handed her the glass.

‘Please, don’t scream, it’s ok!” He sat down on the couch next to her and pulled his legs up, “My name is Oli. I’m, well, I’ not sure what I am. I am a cat sometimes, and I can be like this!” He smiled and pointed to his ears, his tail moving around. Pauline nodded.

“I’m sorry I… freaked out.”

“Eh, it’s completely understandable, don’t worry,” Oli tilted his head like a cat.

“So… where are you from?” Pauline was beginning to get used to this new...thing.

“I just kind of float around, live in the streets because I can get what I need when I’m a cat,” he sounded pretty lonely.

“Well…” the young woman thought about her living situation. The fact that her roof leaked every time it rained, how she was barely able to keep the lights on with how much work she was missing, how little she actually ate, and, how lonely she had been since her cat died. “Can you work?”

“I have before, and well I’m sort of forming a band, we get decent money,” he thought nothing of the question.

“Wanna stay?” Pauline asked him, with a warm smile.

He thought for a moment. Life outside was getting pretty boring, and even though at first he didn’t like it here, he needed a place to stay. “Sure!”

“Great! Wanna go furniture shopping?”

“Can I be a cat, I’ve always wanted to go in a furniture shop and see everything from down low!”

“Absolutely.”

Pauline never told anyone else about Oli. When her friends came over, Oli was her cat, when they went out together, Oli hid his paws in his pockets, tucked in his tail, and wore a hat. It was a bit awkward to pet him at first, but eventually she got over it. At least since he was part human, if he ever scratched her again, she could just evict him.