I like reading quite a bit.
I got nothing
“It’s not our cat,” Amon said gruffly, clearly exasperated.
“Really?” The Lieutenant looked up from where he had crouched down, petting the grey fluffy feline. “She seems to think she is.”
“It is not our cat,” Amon said firmly. “It’s nothing personal, you understand. But we’re busy running the Equalist movement. We have no time to dote over a cat.”
“Mm-hm,” Lieutenant responded in the sort of humming tone that said he acknowledged Amon’s words but clearly didn’t believe them.
“What are you doing?”
Amon flinched a little and glared behind him through his mask as Lieu sleepily stretched and yawned. “Just putting out some food.”
Lieu raised an eyebrow. “Cat food?”
“Well. For various wildlife.”
“For the grey cat that keeps hanging around here, you mean.”
“I can’t be held responsible if she happens to eat it,” Amon huffed. “It’s just a moment of simple charity to the natural world. That’s all.”
“Not even because you noticed she was pregnant?”
“…She’s pregnant? I mean - what, no. No, of course not. Absolutely not,” Amon spluttered, blushing underneath the mask and quickly excusing himself. Lieu couldn’t help but laugh.
Lieu was not too surprised to find an empty space where Amon should have been when he turned over in the night. After all, he’d observed the past two weeks. Amon had borrowed a book on cat care and slipped it in among his notes while writing his manifestos and speeches, and then found a wicker basket and started to quietly collect raggedy blankets to place in it. Lieu had pretended not to notice.
But tonight, he made two cups of tea before stepping out onto the landing. Predictably, Amon was there, sitting beside the wicker basket. The grey mother cat was purring away like a satomobile engine, and he could clearly hear it.
“How’s not-our-cat?” Lieu joked softly as he handed Amon his cup of tea.
“Still not our cat,” he fussed before immediately reaching out to the basket of kittens, damp and nuzzled up against their mother. “…But this one is definitely our cat. Maybe also this one. And this one too. Oh, and we’re keeping Yang, too. The little calico at the end.”
Lieu feigned being hurt. “You’ve already started naming them? Without me?”
“Well, I did wait to name the rest until you were here…”
ollies through the atmosphere into space crying from cuteness the whole time
Oh my god, this is exactly what happened to my mom and dad before they were even married.
This is how my family got its first cat.
Also this is completely adorable.
A mashup fusion of the Lieutenant and Princess Bubblegum/Prince Gumball (Prince Lieutenant?), and Amon and Marceline/Marshall Lee (plotdesigner called him Amonceline, and I think that strangely has a nice ring to it). For “crossover” prompt of Lieumon Week 2.0.
They’re so precious. I love that the Lieutenant has to have his goggles.
Also, A+ on Amon’s shirt XD
TRUST: PART ONE (Amon/Lieutenant)
I did this all in one sitting.
Remind me never to do that again.
hahahaha ‘part one’
It does stand pretty well on its own, though I did have more planned. :|g
ohman i really wanted to know what happened next
BUT YES, this works very well as a standalone too! :D
I just realized something about Lieumon.
If you take all of the dialogue that only occurs between those two characters
it starts with, “Amon…”
and it ends with, “…Lieutenant.”
CALL THE CATERER, LIEUTENANT
“Come on, Amon, they’ll never see us coming”
“Lieu this is humiliating”
“I just want to see their faces”
“Lieu if you do not stop right this minute you’re sleeping on the couch until Sozin’s Comet arrives the next time”
“Okay stopping now”
I just always thought it was adorable how the Lieutenant copied Amon in this scene.
This is currently in my refrigerator.