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I have been writing for a long time and will be reposting my writings here that come from my ao3: @/undertheflu
As a Tabaxi, it's important to know your place in the world. A slave to human, scum to the earth, and something pretty to pick up off the street. So when one appears on Shinsou's doorstep, bruised and hiding from the Guild, he knows better than to get involved. But coin has a way of changing a man's mind.
Shinsou x Male Reader / Fantasy AU
Part I
Shinsou knew someone was at his door long before the knock came. Their scent always came first. It was usually filled with anxiety, guilt, and anger. Today was no different.
The smell came in a waft of rain, mould and fur, thick with despair and culpability. Shinsou didn’t mind the smell anymore. Anyone with half a heart that came looking for his services would be guilty. Though they wouldn’t take a life themselves, they were accountable. Lucky for him, Shinsou had lost that feeling long ago. It was just a job now.
He stared at the door from his place on the winding spiral stairs in the corner. He’d been waiting for them to knock for a while now. The rain pattered against the windows in a soft rhythm, the only thing letting Shinsou know that time was actually passing.
Shinsou leaned his head on the rail. He wasn’t in his gear, he assumed he looked rather pathetic like this. Instead of slightly armoured and altered clothes, he simply had on a hooded cape over a white shirt. The top two buttons were slightly undone to purposely show off the expensive jewellery he’d stolen awhile ago. A pretty purple pendant, made entirely from magic instead of mining. One of a kind. He brought a hand up to tap it gently.
Shinsou had never been an impatient man, but the time this passerby was taking to tap on the door was starting to get to him. He had half a mind to walk up to the door and just open it. But he knew that would be bad for his cover deep down.
When the knock finally came it was small and timid, like the stranger was afraid one wrong move would make it come crashing down. Shinsou sighed in slight relief and stood up, making sure his hood stayed fully up as he approached the door and slightly pulled it open.
He recognised the posture instantly. Back arched, eyes down, tail tucked, ears pinned. A creature expecting punishment not refuge. Shinsou blinked for half a second before registering who he was seeing.
A Tabaxi.
Shinsou was usually a careful man. He knew to slightly interrogate and pressure people until they half paid and let him know about the majority of the job before he even let them step one foot inside. Today, he was not that man.
Met with a little yelp from the Tabaxi, he grabbed the boy roughly by the arm and tugged him inside. The door slammed heavily after them.
“Wh- hey! That hurt!” The Tabaxi rubbed his wrist where he’d been grabbed but was careful not to let both of his eyes stray away from Shinsou. Wary creature, always expecting the worst.
“What are you doing?” Shinsou muttered.
“I was… looking for help. You were the only one who answered their door so late, so I… here I am..?” The Tabaxi let a weak smile enter his face, now very uncertain he should’ve knocked on this door.
“I know-” Shinsou huffed, “I mean, what are you doing? With your ears and your tail, what are you doing?”
That comment earned Shinsou a blink and a blank stare. He wondered if there had ever been a thought between those eyes.
“I’m a-”
“I know. I know what you are, y- Do you know how dangerous that was? If anyone else had opened their doors, how unsafe you’d be? You’re in Ellesmere. Human kingdom, Cat. You’ll get yourself killed.”
“My name’s Y/N.”
Shinsou blinked. Suddenly, all emotion had twisted into annoyance. “That’s what you took from that?”
Y/N nodded gently, his head tilting to the side, “I mean… you smelt of Tabaxi so I thought you might have one in here… and be nice.”
Shinsou stilled for half a second and then grumbled, “Got no cats here.”
“Oh.”
The silence stretched for a while, long enough for Shinsou to get a good look at the stranger. His clothes were mostly clean despite the rain and mud around his feet. Ironed, straight, worn like he’d been taught how to dress instead of learning alone. His hair was well kept, his face soft and taken care of.
What stood out most was his teeth. Whiter than any Shinsou had ever seen, yes, but that wasn’t what had caught him. Tabaxi had mostly squared teeth, minus two K9’s on either side of their front mouth. They usually protruded from the top lip, especially on a runt like this one. Not only were his fangs small but, when Y/N licked his bottom lip anxiously, it became plainly obvious that the two bones had been shaved. Not enough to erase, but enough to dull. Shinsou doubted if he were a stray, which he plainly was not, he’d be able to hunt for himself at all.
Shinsou’s eyes darted to the collar on the boy's neck. That was hardly unusual to see on Tabaxi, not since the declaration on the King a few years ago. They were animals and less than. Meant for slavery and owning. A collar was the main form of showing they had an owner. It was the markings around the leather. Golden leaves on red. Not from here.
“What are you doing in Ellesmere?” Shinsou grunted and jerked his head at the collar, “That’s Isolden, right?”
“Hm?”
“Your collar.”
Y/N blinked and then nodded, “Oh, uh, Isolden. Yes, Sir. My Mistress is from Isolden.”
“Uh huh. Where’s she?”
Y/N shrunk slightly and took a step back, eyeing the room for danger at a record pace before answering. No other people. No other animals. No smell of magic. Just quiet plants drifting towards the sound of rain in hopes of the sun making a return soon. He looked back at Shinsou and dropped his voice slightly.
“Um.. she forgot?”
“Forgot?”
“She was here with my Master. But they accidentally… uh, forgot me. Here. And I know Mistress is worried sick about me.”
It was Shinsou’s turn to shrink, even if it was ever so slightly. Yes, it was a possibility that this Tabaxi’s Mistress had accidentally left him here and was looking for him. A very real possibility. But the likelihood? Almost zero.
“Your Mistress came to Ellesmere, all the way from Isolden. She brought you along, and accidentally left you - something so expensive regular folk could work 5 lives and never afford one - in the middle of the kingdom.”
Y/N thought for half a second and then nodded in agreement. “Yes.”
“Okay. And you knocked on my door because?”
The boy pointed at a window without looking at it and Shinsou just nodded.
“Yeah… we- you cats don’t like rain, huh?”
“No, Sir.”
“Drop the ‘Sir’, you’re probably the same age as me. How old?”
“5.”
Shinsou quickly translated that into human years, “18?”
“I guess.”
Shinsou nodded. “Yeah. Only a little younger, there’s no need for it.”
“Okay…”
“Alright. Time to go.”
Y/N’s ears shot up and his eyes widened. “What?”
“Time to go. I don’t take in the homeless and sickly. You’re not an exception to that.”
“But- but you just said how dangerous it is for me to-”
“It’s not my issue that your Mistress left you here, Cat. Find somewhere else to go. I have work I can’t have you interfering with.” With that, Shinsou again grabbed the boy's forearm and began leading him back to the door.
“Wait! Please, please, I really need help! I don’t know where I am or how- w-what if I get hurt? Please, Sir!” The boy whined, his tail swaying side to side in an agitated pace. Shinsou ignored him. “Please, please! The Guild is looking for me! I’ll die!”
Now, that stopped Shinsou. His hand tightened around both the doorknob and the wrist, “What?”
“T-the Guild! They found me when my Mistress left and tried to take me and when I ran away they were ch-chasing me!”
Shinsou let the boy go and turned to face him again, “Why would The Guild focus on you?”
“I-I don’t know, they were talking in a different language.. I can only speak this one.”
Shinsou frowns and shakes his head. “Shit..”
“Please..”
Shinsou walked right past the boy, who hesitated before following him further into the house. They walked past the windy stairs to a small doorway. Shinsou went inside and muttered for the other to stay outside. “Look, are you certain it was The Guild?”
“Yes.”
“One hundred percent certain?
“Yes, Sir..”
“Okay..” When Shinsou came out, the boy scrambled back and hit the wall. Shinsou had a long dagger in his hand. He lifted the polished blade up to the boy's neck as he approached. “Why would we want to kill you?”
“W-we?”
“Hitoshi Shinsou. Private assassin. Work for The Guild. What do you have that we want?”
