[Fanfic]
Title: Here Be Cats (this is a working title okay don't look at me like that) [1/??]
Rating: Uh. I don't know. Martín stays naked the whole time, so there's that. And the plot is just plain wrong. Just... read the warnings.
Pairings: Brazil/Argentina. Or Luci/Martín, since it's an AU.
Summary: Luciano is a hunter. Sort of. More like a smuggler, really. Then he accidentally captures one of the rarest species in the world, the elusive cat-people. Luciano wants to sell him for the higher price, but then he starts to wonder about the moral implications of the whole thing.
Warning: This is wrong and weird. Consider yourself warned. I'm still not sure about it, which is why it's f-locked, so yeah, I don't know. If anyone feels interested, I'll keep posting. If no one cares, then I'll hide it under a rock and pretend this never happened ^^”
If you decide to click the cut, then this is what you must know:
1.I started this back when we had the steampunk week. But I fail at steampunk, so... yeah. Luci has a ship - a boat ship, not a flying ship, you know - that uses steam, I guess. Mostly, I just used the setting to do whatever I wanted with technology. The story is roughly around 1810.
2.Don't think too hard about Martín's species. Look at this. CUTE ISN'T IT?
3.It goes without saying, but I'll say anyway, that this has no relation whatsoever with the nations of Brazil and Argentina, foreign relations or anything that makes sense.
Luciano caught him by sheer blind luck.
Luck, and, of course, the creature's suicidal - not really, it wasn't like he was going to kill it, but still - curiosity. But mostly luck, because he was doing the right thing at the right time in the right place to get its attention, which meant this was, well, meant to happen. So there was that.
And that was why he was going to go with it, even if he - it - looked human - a blond beautiful naked human, climbing into his lap to stare at his mouth, so much that it made him wonder.
And yes, part of his wondering was about why said blond beautiful definitely not-human no matter his appearance thing was doing on his lap.
The other part was helpfully providing all the reasons why he shouldn't do what the dumbest side of his brain wanted to do and those reasons were, in order of relevance, the thing was an animal, and having sex with animals was against the law of God and men, and even if it weren't this wasn't his thing, and look, the creature had a tail, and the trademark cat ears, and the almond-shaped eyes underlined by a dark black line, brighter than human eyes as if they had a light of their own.
Or, to be less poetic, kind of exactly like any stray cat from the streets. It had the same weirdly fixed look, too. Also, the beauty was only to be expected, because it was kind of the point, the reason why people were willing to pay so much for them, so Luciano should be - should have been - prepared. Right.
It's just that he had never seen them before. He had heard of them, of course, it would be hard to find a good hunter who hadn't. But he had imagined it a little different. Smaller. And not as human-like. And when they had mentioned the beauty, he had thought it would something more along the lines of adorably cute, and not... well, this.
And he wasn't expecting it. Because, yes, he believed they were real, but he also believed they were very hard to track, and shy and aloof and all the stuff that was written on the fucking book, so he had never thought he would find one in his lifetime, his plan was to follow the river and find the exotic birds that were his specialty in the first place.
When he heard the shuffling leaves, he assumed it would be some random animal, very big by the sound of it. He had been ready to shoot, he didn't expected to see one of them fall graciously to the ground, folding his knees to soften the fall, and then, as Luciano stared, trying to make his heart stop racing, the thing wandered from one place to the other, touching everything. Finding his food. And eating it.
And that was where luck kicked in, because Luciano had been very frustrated with his life for the last few days, hating the birds he was supposed to be catching and the work he was supposed to be doing and the people was supposed to be working for and this forest and his ship and how slow it was, how hard it was to go against the river's flow, which, ok, would be completely understandable if he hadn't actually paid good money to modernize it so he wouldn't have the trouble. What was the point in having all the machinery and technostuff if it wasn't going to make his life easier? Did they think he enjoyed playing with levers and watching blinking lights all day? Also, the noise, what was up with that? Of course he wouldn't catch anything. He would be running away too, if he were a bird and saw something like himself coming his way.
So he had decided to give himself a treat, and opened the jar of dulce de leche he had brought for times like these, and spread a generous amount on the bread and that was what he had been doing, before the car-person fell from the trees.
And started to snoop around. And found the lid, and sniffed it, and then licked it and liked it, because he sat down to lick it clean, before Luciano's wide almost unblinking eyes, and then looked around to see if he could find the rest, and, when his search proved fruitless, he looked sharply at him, making Luciano's hand tighten on his gun.
And then he went to him, and straddled his legs like that and spread his hands on Luciano's chest, trying to figure out his clothes and places where he could be hiding the rest of the treat. He was bad at it, by the way, because he missed most of the pockets in his jacket, but looked carefully to his shoulders and his neck, and his hair, and then he sniffled his neck and found a clue, apparently, because this led him to his cheek and then he licked the corner of Luciano's lip.
And then Luciano noticed he had dropped the gun at some point in the middle of this, and that his heart was racing again, but for a whole different reason, and that his palms were damp with sweat and that this hadn't stopped him from resting them on the cat-person-thing's waist, and also that he had a beautiful blond fully grown man on his lap licking his fucking lip.
He hadn't signed up for this.
But he would totally have, if he had known he could.
Right. Right, focus. He was a hunter, and he couldn't be distracted by the beauty of his prey. Focus, he told himself.
His backpack was right by his side, and he had, even if he hadn't really expected to run into one of these, ever, something that was just right for this, uh, situation, so he raised his hand from his waist, very carefully, and searched inside the bag. His movement made the cat, let's call him like that for the sake of sanity, and also for the sake of not wanting to do forbidden things with him just because he had a human shape, anyway, the cat, turned sharply to watch his hand. Luciano could see his tail drawing Ss shapes in the air behind his shoulder.
Focus.
He found what he was looking for - a little vial with six brown pills. The cat rested his hand - paw, whatever it was, it looked like a human hand, maybe with a different texture in the palm, and the nails were all wrong, sharp claws that looked stronger than knives, but it looked human - on his wrists, watching in fascination as he twisted the lid to open it. Luciano took one pill, and managed a week smile, and then took it to the cat's lips.
He ate it without the slightest trace of reluctance. Then he stopped, and thought about it, and then he scowled. He probably had assumed Luciano was going to give him more dulce de leche.
“I'm sorry,” Luciano said, “But -you'll have it later. Yeah. Nice kitty. You're- really good looking. I'm just saying.”
He was still scowling. His eyes were green and hard, and Luciano had to hold back the crazy laughter that wanted to escape. Right. The book hadn't said anything about this. And he was almost sure that cats didn't care much for sweets. Almost sure. He raised his hand again, but this time the cat's sudden fixed attention didn't startle him. He rested his fingers on his hair - soft, he thought, the smell was terrible, but it was really soft, and long, falling down on his shoulder blades, but dirty and tangled with... whatever it was. Bits of dry leaves, or something like that. Luciano petted it, awkwardly - no, really, he looked just like a human - and then stroked him lightly behind his ears.
The cat seemed intrigued, but then he sat back on Luciano's legs, watching him.
It didn't take long. He saw the way his body relaxed, and then pulled him to himself, directing his head to rest on his shoulder - because he didn't want him to fall over and get hurt, or course, this thing was too valuable - and felt when the cat's body went limp against his. He was heavy. More than Luciano had thought. He had to struggle to get him off.
He laid him carefully on the floor, and got the backpack again. He found the three bands of leather with an iron line running in the middle. He closed one around his neck, the other two around his wrists. It wasn't the best in the market, but it was all he could afford, and anyway it would do. As long as the pressure points worked, and Luciano was sure they would, he had tested it.
Then he looked at him. At the beautiful, beautiful creature laying on the ground.
Sheer blind luck.
Luciano had just found the rarest, most prized and expensive pet someone could ever want.
AN: this fic is complete, but the rest of it is locked. If anyone not on my flist wants to see the rest, drop me a line or add me or... something
Rating: Uh. I don't know. Martín stays naked the whole time, so there's that. And the plot is just plain wrong. Just... read the warnings.
Pairings: Brazil/Argentina. Or Luci/Martín, since it's an AU.
Summary: Luciano is a hunter. Sort of. More like a smuggler, really. Then he accidentally captures one of the rarest species in the world, the elusive cat-people. Luciano wants to sell him for the higher price, but then he starts to wonder about the moral implications of the whole thing.
Warning: This is wrong and weird. Consider yourself warned. I'm still not sure about it, which is why it's f-locked, so yeah, I don't know. If anyone feels interested, I'll keep posting. If no one cares, then I'll hide it under a rock and pretend this never happened ^^”
If you decide to click the cut, then this is what you must know:
1.I started this back when we had the steampunk week. But I fail at steampunk, so... yeah. Luci has a ship - a boat ship, not a flying ship, you know - that uses steam, I guess. Mostly, I just used the setting to do whatever I wanted with technology. The story is roughly around 1810.
2.Don't think too hard about Martín's species. Look at this. CUTE ISN'T IT?
3.It goes without saying, but I'll say anyway, that this has no relation whatsoever with the nations of Brazil and Argentina, foreign relations or anything that makes sense.
Luciano caught him by sheer blind luck.
Luck, and, of course, the creature's suicidal - not really, it wasn't like he was going to kill it, but still - curiosity. But mostly luck, because he was doing the right thing at the right time in the right place to get its attention, which meant this was, well, meant to happen. So there was that.
And that was why he was going to go with it, even if he - it - looked human - a blond beautiful naked human, climbing into his lap to stare at his mouth, so much that it made him wonder.
And yes, part of his wondering was about why said blond beautiful definitely not-human no matter his appearance thing was doing on his lap.
The other part was helpfully providing all the reasons why he shouldn't do what the dumbest side of his brain wanted to do and those reasons were, in order of relevance, the thing was an animal, and having sex with animals was against the law of God and men, and even if it weren't this wasn't his thing, and look, the creature had a tail, and the trademark cat ears, and the almond-shaped eyes underlined by a dark black line, brighter than human eyes as if they had a light of their own.
Or, to be less poetic, kind of exactly like any stray cat from the streets. It had the same weirdly fixed look, too. Also, the beauty was only to be expected, because it was kind of the point, the reason why people were willing to pay so much for them, so Luciano should be - should have been - prepared. Right.
It's just that he had never seen them before. He had heard of them, of course, it would be hard to find a good hunter who hadn't. But he had imagined it a little different. Smaller. And not as human-like. And when they had mentioned the beauty, he had thought it would something more along the lines of adorably cute, and not... well, this.
And he wasn't expecting it. Because, yes, he believed they were real, but he also believed they were very hard to track, and shy and aloof and all the stuff that was written on the fucking book, so he had never thought he would find one in his lifetime, his plan was to follow the river and find the exotic birds that were his specialty in the first place.
When he heard the shuffling leaves, he assumed it would be some random animal, very big by the sound of it. He had been ready to shoot, he didn't expected to see one of them fall graciously to the ground, folding his knees to soften the fall, and then, as Luciano stared, trying to make his heart stop racing, the thing wandered from one place to the other, touching everything. Finding his food. And eating it.
And that was where luck kicked in, because Luciano had been very frustrated with his life for the last few days, hating the birds he was supposed to be catching and the work he was supposed to be doing and the people was supposed to be working for and this forest and his ship and how slow it was, how hard it was to go against the river's flow, which, ok, would be completely understandable if he hadn't actually paid good money to modernize it so he wouldn't have the trouble. What was the point in having all the machinery and technostuff if it wasn't going to make his life easier? Did they think he enjoyed playing with levers and watching blinking lights all day? Also, the noise, what was up with that? Of course he wouldn't catch anything. He would be running away too, if he were a bird and saw something like himself coming his way.
So he had decided to give himself a treat, and opened the jar of dulce de leche he had brought for times like these, and spread a generous amount on the bread and that was what he had been doing, before the car-person fell from the trees.
And started to snoop around. And found the lid, and sniffed it, and then licked it and liked it, because he sat down to lick it clean, before Luciano's wide almost unblinking eyes, and then looked around to see if he could find the rest, and, when his search proved fruitless, he looked sharply at him, making Luciano's hand tighten on his gun.
And then he went to him, and straddled his legs like that and spread his hands on Luciano's chest, trying to figure out his clothes and places where he could be hiding the rest of the treat. He was bad at it, by the way, because he missed most of the pockets in his jacket, but looked carefully to his shoulders and his neck, and his hair, and then he sniffled his neck and found a clue, apparently, because this led him to his cheek and then he licked the corner of Luciano's lip.
And then Luciano noticed he had dropped the gun at some point in the middle of this, and that his heart was racing again, but for a whole different reason, and that his palms were damp with sweat and that this hadn't stopped him from resting them on the cat-person-thing's waist, and also that he had a beautiful blond fully grown man on his lap licking his fucking lip.
He hadn't signed up for this.
But he would totally have, if he had known he could.
Right. Right, focus. He was a hunter, and he couldn't be distracted by the beauty of his prey. Focus, he told himself.
His backpack was right by his side, and he had, even if he hadn't really expected to run into one of these, ever, something that was just right for this, uh, situation, so he raised his hand from his waist, very carefully, and searched inside the bag. His movement made the cat, let's call him like that for the sake of sanity, and also for the sake of not wanting to do forbidden things with him just because he had a human shape, anyway, the cat, turned sharply to watch his hand. Luciano could see his tail drawing Ss shapes in the air behind his shoulder.
Focus.
He found what he was looking for - a little vial with six brown pills. The cat rested his hand - paw, whatever it was, it looked like a human hand, maybe with a different texture in the palm, and the nails were all wrong, sharp claws that looked stronger than knives, but it looked human - on his wrists, watching in fascination as he twisted the lid to open it. Luciano took one pill, and managed a week smile, and then took it to the cat's lips.
He ate it without the slightest trace of reluctance. Then he stopped, and thought about it, and then he scowled. He probably had assumed Luciano was going to give him more dulce de leche.
“I'm sorry,” Luciano said, “But -you'll have it later. Yeah. Nice kitty. You're- really good looking. I'm just saying.”
He was still scowling. His eyes were green and hard, and Luciano had to hold back the crazy laughter that wanted to escape. Right. The book hadn't said anything about this. And he was almost sure that cats didn't care much for sweets. Almost sure. He raised his hand again, but this time the cat's sudden fixed attention didn't startle him. He rested his fingers on his hair - soft, he thought, the smell was terrible, but it was really soft, and long, falling down on his shoulder blades, but dirty and tangled with... whatever it was. Bits of dry leaves, or something like that. Luciano petted it, awkwardly - no, really, he looked just like a human - and then stroked him lightly behind his ears.
The cat seemed intrigued, but then he sat back on Luciano's legs, watching him.
It didn't take long. He saw the way his body relaxed, and then pulled him to himself, directing his head to rest on his shoulder - because he didn't want him to fall over and get hurt, or course, this thing was too valuable - and felt when the cat's body went limp against his. He was heavy. More than Luciano had thought. He had to struggle to get him off.
He laid him carefully on the floor, and got the backpack again. He found the three bands of leather with an iron line running in the middle. He closed one around his neck, the other two around his wrists. It wasn't the best in the market, but it was all he could afford, and anyway it would do. As long as the pressure points worked, and Luciano was sure they would, he had tested it.
Then he looked at him. At the beautiful, beautiful creature laying on the ground.
Sheer blind luck.
Luciano had just found the rarest, most prized and expensive pet someone could ever want.
AN: this fic is complete, but the rest of it is locked. If anyone not on my flist wants to see the rest, drop me a line or add me or... something