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𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘈 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

this took way too long to write and i have no idea why lmao. i guess i've just been too busy making tiktok edits to write

Summary: You and Eric bond over his missing cat.

Warnings: Spoilers for AQP:DO, some angst, mentions of PTSD, survivor's guilt, Frodo being the best wingman cat, pure tooth-rotting fluffiness, and SMUT (MINORS DNI)

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In the beginning, you didn’t have a clue what was going on around you.

You were hastily woken up from a nap you found yourself in after a long shift at work, multiple booms and shakes rumbling the earth and your apartment building, loud crashing echoing from the glass your picture frames falling off the walls and various dishes and cutlery falling from their respective places in your drawers and cabinets.

You were frozen in shock, unable to speak as you started to hear screams and explosions from outside your tiny apartment. What was going on? It was so loud you almost didn’t catch your phone ringing over and over again. It was your mother.

“Don’t go outside, it’s not-!” You gasped, tears filling your eyes as your mother’s voice was violently cut off by a deafening screech. Somehow, you knew she was gone. Taken from this world too soon, and you didn’t even know why. It wasn’t long before your father came to your door, finding you in a fetal position, silently sobbing with your hands over your ears, trying desperately to drown out the sounds of death. He confirmed your mother was dead, but he wasn't going to let you give up.

The two of you stayed together, through all of it. Until the military flew over New York City announcing through loudspeakers that there were boats that would take people, those who survived the Death Angels, to safety. You couldn’t really believe it, but your father didn’t let you give up. Again.

Your father was getting up in years, still young by comparison to others, but without your mother by his side, it wasn’t really a shock when he didn’t make it onto the boat with you. You were his only attachment to life, so when he saw you were safe, he’s the one who gave up. That’s what you thought, even when you knew that you would be dead without him; even when you knew you were seconds away from getting mutilated by one of those creatures, only for your father to distract one to save you, you still thought he gave up. And you wrestled back and forth whether you hated or loved him for it. You didn’t really hate him, but you did hate the situation. You hated the situation that made your father sacrifice himself for you.

You got onto the boat in tears, unconsolable, and continued to be in that state even after you made it to safety.

A few days passed and you could still barely eat anything, not for lack of trying. Every time you tried to eat, it would just make you sick. You couldn’t understand why you lived when your father couldn’t. It wasn’t fair. Sometimes, a part of you wished you died with him. You and the rest of whoever made it onto the boats were safe, for now, but how long would that last?

You were proven right when one day, this kid and a man came to the island, accidentally bringing a Death Angel with them. It was like that first day all over again. You had to run, you had to hide, you had to be quiet. Blood and death everywhere, you hid until it calmed down, until the Death Angel was lured away.

The damage to your home was severe, a massive hole ripped through where the creature broke in and killed your roommate. Your roommate was very skittish, screamed at the slightest fright. It was a wonder she ever made it this far, she just couldn’t handle it when the first day seemed to repeat itself. Though you yourself almost screamed aloud when you heard a soft meow from the hole in your wall.

It was a black and white cat, staring at you with its big green eyes.

Before, you would’ve cooed and bounded up to it with a baby-voiced “hello.” But now, you just prayed this cat wouldn’t open its mouth ever again. However, cats never really followed the rules, and they couldn’t possibly understand what was going on. So, the cat walked to you, its tail flowing behind itself, rubbing up against your legs. You could feel the vibrations from its purring. You tensed when you heard it chirp up at you, clearly wanting to be held. You didn’t dare move, lest the monster came back at the slightest sound. You would’ve kicked the cat away if you knew it wouldn’t make a noise, but alas, the fuzzball started to meow in displeasure at being ignored and you had no choice but to pick it up so it would stay quiet.

The cat purred quietly in your arms, and you willed yourself to keep it happy or else you and it would be torn to pieces. You silently slid down the opposite side of your ruined wall, cuddling the cat close to your chest like it was a baby, trying to steady your breathing and praying the creature stayed away.

It must’ve been hours just staying like that, before people started to be loud again. No, no, what were they doing? You shut your eyes tightly, not making a sound so that you might be spared. But you could hear the conversations outside faintly, that the monster was killed and you were safe again. That couldn’t be right. There was no way to kill those things, people tried, the military tried. Who killed it and how?

You hesitantly stepped outside your home, looking around to see people embracing, sobbing, crumbling to the ground and lifting their hands to the sky in a sort of worship and praise. So many sounds, and the Death Angel was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was true?

“That’s my cat.”

You were startled out of your thoughts by a man, tall and lean, very much resembling a kicked puppy with his big brown eyes and feeble stance. His voice was barely audible, pointing at the furry creature in your arms.

Oh.

It must’ve ran off when the monster was around.

You silently gave the cat back to the man. He nodded in appreciation and walked off. A very simple, quiet interaction, as if he was trying to get away as quickly as possible. You weren’t sure of course, but you had a feeling he was just as traumatized as you, still unable to be as more than completely silent as you’d normally be, even when it was technically safe to be louder on the island.

You allowed yourself a ghost of a smile when the cat looked back at you and chirped.

Then…everything went back to normal, or rather, the new normal that was being made for every survivor. People started to come out of their shell again, and some folk even talked about the rest of the world figuring out how to kill these monsters and that maybe someday, the world could go back to the way it used to be. It was a nice thought, but nobody truly knew how many of these things were or if they could make themselves stronger. It was a waiting game now. Though, life on the island started to be not so bad.

After that cat found you that day, it’s been sneaking off to find you every so often, the man with the puppy dog eyes always coming to you not long after. It was becoming amusing. He was frazzled and exhausted every time too, as if he’d been chasing the kitty all over the island, a blush dusting his otherwise pale skin. It stayed as simple as that first interaction, he’d find you with his cat in your arms and you’d give it back to him and he’d go back to his own house. Maybe it was a sort of trauma bond thing happening to you, but you started to enjoy the minute interactions you’d have with the man. Every time the cat found itself scratching and meowing at your door, you started to anticipate seeing him.

“Likes to run away often, does he?” You attempted to joke, which only got you a weak smile in return, making you feel like an idiot for even trying. You thought about never speaking to him again, until he responded.

As the man was turning to walk back to his house, he stopped. “Frodo…”

You blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

“That’s his name…the cat.”

Oh. You were so surprised that the man actually spoke to you that you didn’t process what he had first said. “A-And, what’s your name?” You asked, blushing when you caught your nervous stutter.

He paused, hesitating. For what reason? You didn’t know. But he answered you regardless. “Eric.” Eric. It suited him. You gave him your name as well and he gave you another weak smile, turning and leaving you at your front door. Frodo, you snickered to yourself. Makes sense, considering that cat loved getting himself into trouble, it seemed.

You were concerned that you were starting to get attached to this cat…and his owner.

Your heart overflowed with all sorts of emotions when you realized. You thought back to your father, your mother, the rest of your loved ones that were probably dead and gone like everyone else. You were all you had left. You were all you would ever have, and you could barely keep your head above water, so how the hell would you ever be able to care about another person when they could just be taken away with just a whisper. But then again…you were all that you would ever have…could you really shut out everyone that comes along looking for a connection? Could you spend the rest of this apocalyptic existence completely alone? You didn’t have the strength for that before Day One, how would you hold it together now?

You couldn’t have been sure at the time, but Eric was having similar struggles as you were.

Not unlike you, Eric had no one. He had Sam…but that didn’t work. His family was across the water, far, far from here, and he didn’t know if they were even alive. He’d never be able to find out regardless. He didn’t even want to go to law school, but his father forced him. He wished he could’ve seen his mother one last time. Now all that was left of him was this cat.

Eric’s relationship with Frodo was unique. That cat’s furry face was the first thing he saw when he saved himself from drowning. It was like an omen of sorts, how the rest of his time in New York would go. He met Sam through Frodo. He didn’t have much to care about then, but now he has something to take care of. Every time Frodo would run off, he felt like he was going to have a panic attack. He thought of Sam, how she’d react if she found out Frodo was lost or killed because he wasn’t paying close enough attention. Then he remembered she was dead now, and that she couldn’t be happy or upset with him ever again. Frodo was all he had left of her, so in a way, Frodo was Sam now…and he couldn’t lose her again.

Then he found you. Always chasing around that damn cat.

At first, Eric was hesitant to approach you. You were holding Frodo like you were a toddler holding their favorite stuffy, he almost didn’t have the heart to take him from you. But he wasn’t yours, Frodo was his now. “That’s my cat,” he had whispered. It was a little harsh, his tone, but he could feel his eyes pleading for you to give his cat back, conveying as much as possible that he couldn’t possibly go on without Frodo. Thankfully, you gave him back without a fuss.

Eric didn’t think about it again. You were just the person who probably kept his cat safe when he ran away, nothing more. Sure, he might’ve been agitated with you at first, before you gave Frodo back, but he felt guilty about it after. But then, it happened again.

Eric was cleaning about his little house on the island, from knocked over knick knacks that the monster moved with the force of its powerful legs running through the field, the vibrations strong enough to tremble each house, even the ground. It had almost been Frodo’s lunch time, meaning that every day around the same time Frodo was mewling, yelling at Eric to be fed. But when he didn’t hear the familiar meows of his cat, he started to get worried again. He looked all over his house for Frodo, breaking out in a sweat while looking around and underneath the house…until he remembered.

Eric took hesitant steps towards your house, praying that Frodo would be there like last time. And he was, you were sitting on the steps of your porch, caressing his cat’s fur, and he could almost hear the purring from where he stood. You looked up at him with a weak smile, stepping down towards him and simply handing Frodo over and going back inside your house. Eric let out a sigh of relief when he felt the warmth of Frodo as he cuddled into his neck. “Stop running away…” Eric whispered to the cat, even though he knew he couldn’t understand. Frodo gave him an almost inaudible chirp in return.

The more times it happened, the more Eric started to be comfortable leaving his house to go to yours in search of the kitty. It’s as if Frodo was trying to make him exercise. And you started to behave more friendly rather than the reclusive shell of a human you were when you first interacted. Your small smiles started to feel more genuine, and Eric’s heart started to feel less heavy. Frodo surely seemed happy being handed back and forth between the two of you whenever he decided to go on an adventure every other day.

“Likes to run away often, does he?” You had joked, chuckling weakly.

You have no idea, Eric wanted to say, but, “Frodo,” was all he could muster.

“Huh?”

“That’s his name…the cat.”

“And what’s your name?” You had asked, twisting your hands together nervously, almost eagerly awaiting his answer. But Eric hesitated. Should he really give his name to someone who’ll probably die? Did he want to accidentally make this innocent woman attach to him, when there’s a good chance he’ll die someday soon? What would be the point? Fuck it, he thought, Sam gave her life to save his, to let him live longer than she could’ve. It couldn’t have been for nothing. He deserved to live to the fullest, and he knew she would want him to move on, hope for a better future.

“Eric.” When you gave him your name, Eric smiled, to the best of his ability, even when the pain of learning something about you as simple as your name hit his chest like a ton of bricks. He hugged Frodo to his heart tighter, breathing in his scent, grounding him to Earth. He really needed a bath…

“Frodo?” Eric called out, looking around his house yet again. But no mewls or purrs could be heard. He sighed, putting on his jacket and taking confident steps to your house.

You answered the knock on your door with a surprised smile. “Eric? Hi, what’re you doing here?”

“Here to take Frodo back.”

Your smile dropped, making Eric’s heart start to race. “I haven’t seen him all day…”

No, no, no, please… “What do you mean he’s not here? This is where he always goes when he runs away.” Eric’s voice became more panicked the more words he spoke. There was no way Frodo was actually missing. That cat was too smart to actually get himself lost, right?

It took maybe two seconds for each of you to jump into high gear, gathering your jacket and heading out in search of this cat, running around like headless chickens, checking in with all of the neighbors, underneath houses, everywhere. It took hours, the longer it took, the more anxious and scared each of you got. You didn’t even have a strong attachment to this cat, at least, not as much as Eric, but you knew you’d be devastated if anything happened to Frodo.

After another checking around again, you both looked towards the woods, looking back at each other slowly. “You don’t think…” You wondered aloud, but the look on Eric’s face told you he was thinking the same thing. “Shit.”

“Frodo!” You both called out, walking through the woods. It would be getting dark soon, the sun hadn’t even set all the way yet and it already made the forest look dark and creepy. Despite seeing the horrors of the Death Angels, you still knew you had other things to be afraid of, especially in the woods.

You gave Eric a sad look, sighing before putting your hand on his shoulder gently. “It’s getting late…”

He shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. “No. No, he’s still out here somewhere.”

“We can’t do much else when it’s dark like this, Eric. Cats usually find their way home all the time.”

“But this isn’t like him to wander off and not come back for so long. What if he’s in trouble?” Eric panicked, his breathing rapid, his hand coming to grip at his own chest.

“Hey, hey…” You spoke softly, following him when he started to sink to the ground, his breathing coming out ragged and whimpers escaping his lips. “Frodo’s a smart cat, okay? He’ll be okay, he’s probably just…chasing mice or something.” Eric’s panicked state didn’t cease, and you started to get panicked yourself. You were out in the dark woods with a man having a panic attack, and all you could think to do was hold him until he settled down, so that’s what you did. You sat behind Eric, wrapping your arms around him and shushed him softly. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay…”

“I need him…” Eric sobbed in your arms, coiling into a ball like a child and leaning his weight onto you, his head resting on your chest, surely being about to hear your heartbeat. “He’s all I’ve got left…”

You have me, you wanted to say, but that seemed a little much. You didn’t know him as well as you would’ve liked, even if you were a bit attached to each other in a way. You wanted to comfort him, but it felt like his whole psyche was being held together because of that cat. Frodo needed to return, for Eric’s sake. Eventually, you started to feel Eric’s breathing become steadier and less sporadic, and his body stopping trembling, only a few hiccups at a time escaping his mouth. He relaxed slightly, sitting up with a blush on his face, his expression still sorrowful but more calm.

“He’s not even my cat…” Eric whispered, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Frodo,” he sniffled, “he wasn’t my cat at first. Before I came here, I met this woman, Sam, he was her cat.”

Suddenly, the cat’s name made more sense. You had a feeling you already knew what happened, but you decided to ask anyway. “And…why is Frodo with you now?”

“Sam was sick…really sick, before this all started. Frodo led me to her on the street when those monsters arrived, and I’d like to think we became friends. Sam, she…she saved my life, she helped me and Frodo get on the last boat in New York, sacrificing herself for us.” Eric started to tear up again, and you took his hand, squeezing gently. He gave you a weak smile. “I know now that it was only a matter of time, even if she came with me, she already didn’t have much time left. But she left Frodo to me, and he’s all I have left in the world. If something has happened to him…Sam’s sacrifice-”

“Hey,” you gently interrupted, “this isn’t your fault, Eric. I’m sure Frodo is perfectly safe, cats are smart and independent. I’ve heard stories of people’s cats disappearing then coming back safe and sound.” You guided him to look at you, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “It’s no use sitting here in the woods at night. We’ll continue searching as soon as the sun comes up, okay?” Eric frowned, but weakly nodded his head. “Let’s go back.”

You helped each other stand, trekking back to your house. Eric didn’t even have to ask to stay, you led him through the threshold of your door without a word, leading him to your living room where you started to light your fireplace. You both settled on the floor in front of your couch, staring into the flames, sharing a blanket. You sat close together, your knees touching, and you realized your face wasn’t heating up because of the fire.

“You never told me how you ended up here.” Eric broke the silence once more, and you inhaled sharply, the memories coming back in full force, unwillingly.

You cleared your throat to speak, Eric told you his story, it was only fair you told him yours.

“That day, I was napping after work and I woke up to a loud rumbling that shook my whole apartment. The plates in my cabinets fell and shattered, same with any pictures I had hung up on my walls. I was so disoriented, I must’ve been in a deep sleep. My mom was calling me nonstop until I picked up, she screamed at me to stand inside my apartment…then I heard one of those…things, and I knew she was dead. I couldn’t move, or speak, I couldn’t do anything but curl into a ball and lay there until my dad found me. He saved my life, like Sam saved yours.”

“Is he…?”

“Yes. He led them away so I could get on a boat…I can still hear it. Him. Being killed by them.” A tear fell over your cheek, the stain burning your flesh. But before you could roughly palm it away, a gentle touch whisked it away like wind blowing away a feather. Eric looked at you with pity, his hesitant hand pulling away and reaching for your hand. Usually, you hated being pitied, but Eric had this way about him, his big brown eyes didn’t make you feel embarrassed about being pitied like you normally would be if it were anyone else.

Maybe it was because it felt like the world was ending not even a week ago, maybe you grew braver when you felt you had nothing else to lose, but you thought Eric was entirely irresistible at that exact moment and you couldn’t stop yourself from slowly leaning towards him, yours eyes flitting back and forth between his and his lips. To your relief, Eric didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to have the same idea.

You exhaled shakily through your nose as your lips finally connected with Eric’s, his lips as soft as they looked. You felt the heat of his flushed cheeks against where the tip of your nose grazed his skin, and you were sure he could feel yours. You hadn’t kissed anyone in ages, you weren’t sure how well practiced you could’ve been, but it didn’t seem to matter. This kiss wasn’t about showing off your supposed skills, it wasn’t even fueled by lust as much as it felt like it, it was about comfort and vulnerability. You both had shared each other’s trauma from Day One, all the emotions of fear, grief, guilt, and loneliness, all pouring into one kiss.

You felt Eric’s body tremble as you trailed your hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling him closer to you, both of your breathing becoming shallow and unsteady as the kiss deepened, transforming into something more passionate, a promise of something more intense if it continued. You wanted it to continue, so, so badly.

“Is this okay?” You asked breathily, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. Eric’s eyes were slightly darkened and hooded with lust, and you realized you probably didn’t even need to ask. He wanted this as much as you did, and he answered by pulling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. You gasped as you felt his already hardened length press against you, twitching against your own heat.

“Please…” Eric almost whined, his golden brown eyes begging you for more. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do so much so quickly, but you didn’t care. Those Death Angels could evolve and become unkillable for all anyone knew, you weren’t going to have any regrets.

“Take off your clothes.” You spoke, Eric following your order as soon as you gave it, and once completely bare, you reunited in another heated kiss and returned to your original position. “Eric…” You moaned quietly as he placed kisses to your neck with enough pressure to make you weak at the knees. You were already wet from the first couple kisses, you didn’t need any more preparation. You heard Eric suck a breath through his teeth when you grasped his firm cock, the silken skin pleasantly warm and soft in your palm, adjusting yourself to hover slightly above him, placing the ruddy tip of his cockhead at your entrance.

“God, please.” Eric whimpered, gently bucking his hips upwards, his tip barely breaching your core, but it was enough to make you gasp. You gave in to his wanton request and slowly lowered your thighs back to the floor, his cock entering you just as slowly, making the both of you moan softly. He slid it so easily, despite not having had sex with anyone in a while, his cock filling you perfectly full and rubbing against all the wonderful spots inside you, making your mouth open in a perpetual expression of pleasure.

You started to move slowly, raising yourself and lowering yourself in a pace that made your cunt adjust to his size. You could feel him hit the ends of you, deep inside, every time you lowered yourself back down completely, gyrating your hips in a loose circle and squeezing your walls around him because you always elicited a beautiful moan from Eric whenever you did so.

“More, please, darling,” Eric begged, his eyes filling with tears of pleasure and frustration. Though, you needed more too, and you quickly picked up the pace. “Feels so good…feels so good.” He moaned, grabbing ahold of your hips to help you bounce on him. Your thighs started to burn, but it felt too good to stop. You could hear yourself, the soft clicks of your slick and the wet slaps of skin that seemed to echo around the room. You couldn’t keep in your moans whenever your clit rubbed against Eric’s pelvis, that paired with his cock hitting your g-spot every time he bottomed out, you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer, but fuck, you didn’t want this to end.

“God, it’s been so long, I’m so close already.” You whimpered, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, the only thing grounding you.

Eric nodded, “Me too, darling.” He wrapped his hands around your head, pulling you close until your forehead pressed against his. “It’s okay, you can let go for me, I won’t be able to last much longer either.”

With Eric’s permission, his cock buried deep inside you, you rolled your clit over his pelvis, stimulating both pleasure spots and moaning loudly as your orgasm formed quickly. The heat that built up almost seemed like it was going to burn you from the inside out, the coil in your belly twisting so tightly it snapped, pleasurable relief flowing through you so intensely you lost control of your own body, your fingers digging into Eric’s back and your body spasming above him.

“Fuck, baby,” Eric moaned, planting his feet firmly on the floor to easily pound up into you, the sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass piercing your ears, his moans and whines drowning out the sound of your cum slicked cunt. “Can I cum inside you, darling, please?”

“Yes, Eric, please, cum in me.”

“Fuck…!” He whined, his cock twitching inside you as his hips stuttered in their pace, his breathing heavy until he calmed.

You and Eric stayed there for a moment, his cock softening inside you and slipping out, the mix of each other’s cum dripping down your cunt and pooling on his pelvis. Eventually, you both laid down on the couch, Eric laying behind you, his hand draping across your abdomen and keeping your back pressed to his chest.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up with Eric still pressed against you. You twisted around to face him, his peaceful sleeping expression stirring awake from your movements. You smiled when his eyes found yours, slightly red and crusty from sleep, but still entirely adorable to you. You reached a hand up to pet his curls, trailing down until your hand rested against the top of his arm. “How’d you sleep?”

Eric breathed in a deep inhale, moaning softly. “The best sleep I’ve had in ages.” His deep morning voice had you feeling like you wanted a repeat of the previous night already.

“Me too.”

You leaned in to kiss Eric but was interrupted by the sound of scratching on your front door, and loud mews that resembled a crying baby. You and Eric gave each other one single look before clothing yourselves and bolting to the door, quickly opening it to find, lo and behold, Frodo the cat looking up at each of you expectantly, almost like a look of annoyance on his whiskered face.

Eric scooped him up in his arms, relief flooding his face as he brought the kitty to his face to kiss him. “You little-, where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” The cat only gave a meow in response.

You giggled, “I told you he’d come back.”

Eric only gave you a fond but annoyed look in response, and he gave Frodo a similar look. “Come on then, let’s get you some food.” And after the feline was fed, you all settled onto the couch in slight emotional exhaustion. The cat was nothing but trouble, you mused, but he also brought Eric to you so he couldn’t be that bad.

You smiled as Eric cuddled against Frodo on the other side of the couch. Your heart felt warm at the sight, and it scared you. After all you had been through, was it worth getting your soul crushed again if you let yourself care even more for this man? Maybe, you told yourself. You never really felt so connected to one singular person like this before. Sure, you had past partners, but they didn’t understand you, not like Eric seemed to. He had issues, like you. He lost so much, and so did you. Didn’t you deserve some happiness after the world tried killing itself?

Eric looked up at you with the widest smile you had ever seen on him so far, giving Frodo some well earned scritches, so content you could hear his purrs. You thought that you wouldn’t mind sights like this, in fact, you thought you’d like to see this sight for as long as you lived, however long that may be.

Yes, you decided, you’d risk anything and everything to have this, to have Eric in your life. You both deserved happiness, and you and Eric would give that to each other, for as long as possible.

frodo just wanted his parents to finally get together tbh

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