whAT TGE FRICK (A Spinoff of The Rain's Sentinel)

Chapter 1

Just a warning, this will be so cliche of a magic!England fic that you will feel physical pain but it's gonna be really cute so please forgive me

Arthur sighed as he unlocked the front door of his apartment. You were staying at Emil's after school to work on some project, so he had the afternoon to himself. Once he took off his shoes he turned on the lights in the kitchen and set his keys on the counter. The Brit sighed at the silence in his apartment. There wasn't that much silence now that you lived with him, so now it was unsettling. He quickly walked into the living room and turned on the TV for white noise as he took out the ingredients to make scones in an attempt to busy himself. "Shit." He muttered when he noticed his container of flour was almost empty. The male looked around the kitchen, then sighed again before setting the container on the counter and walking up the stairs.

"Where is that fucking-" He mumbled, digging through the chest at the end of his bed. At the very bottom of the wooden box was a leather book. It looked centuries old, and most likely was. "Aha!" Arthur said triumphantly, taking the book with him downstairs. He double checked that the front door was locked before returning to the kitchen and opening the container of flour and flipping through his book. "Hmm..." The blonde hummed, looking for the spell on duplication. Once he found it, he extended one hand toward the flour and held the book to the right page with the other.

"Conabar cogitare aliquid ingeniose..." He chanted, "Ego autem non-"

He heard the lock on the front door click, but his hand was already glowing. "Shitshitshitshit-" He whispered, desperately looking to the book for how to stop. "Back street's back." You called, wandering into the living room. Arthur looked to you in a panic, and your eyes widened. "You okay?" You asked, taking a step toward the kitchen counter. "No, no! Don't come over here!" Arthur exclaimed, waving his glowing hand toward you. "The fuck?" You asked, before gasping and staggering backwards. "(y/n)!" The Brit screamed as you collapsed, but when you bit the ground there was no noise.

"Oh shit, oh my god..." Arthur muttered, dropping the book and clutching his head in a panic. He raced into the living room to see what he had done, choking back a sob when he saw your sweater and skinny jeans in a heap on the floor. "Oh god, oh god." He cried, gently lifting the sleeve on your sweater. The sweater twitched, making him leap back. "(y/n)?" He whispered. The sweater kept moving around until a small form poked out of the neck. Snake-like (e/c) eyes peered up at the blonde curiously. Arthur looked to the form in shock as it continued to crawl out of the sweater. "You... You're..." Your dad said quietly to the small black kitten standing at his feet.

You looked up to him and narrowed your eyes before looking down to your feet and yelping loudly. "(y/n)!" Your dad exclaimed as you howled and began to race around the room in a panic, "(y/n), come back!"

Due to the fact that his legs are much longer than yours, it didn't take long for him to eventually corner you. You were shaking violently, still yowling at the top of your small lungs. "(y/n), please calm down." Arthur said gently, his voice shaking. You looked to him in fear as he crouched down and reached a hand out to you. "See? You're okay?" He said nervously, "I probably should have mentioned my hobby earlier, and I apologize."

You were still shaking, but to Arthur's surprise you leaped into his arms. "Hey, hey." He mumbled, holding you close to him in an attempt to calm you. You whimpered and lied your head on his shoulder as he stood. "You'll be okay. we'll fix this." He continued, rocking on his heels. As he carried you around in silence, a knock at the door made the two of you jolt. "Oh shit, uh." Arthur said, holding you away from him. "I'll put you in your room." He said, grabbing your clothes off the floor and jogging up the stairs with you clutched to his chest. The male kicked your clothes under your bed and dropped you on the unmade mess of blankets on top of your mattress. "Okay, uh, be right back." He said, shutting the door behind him.

The Brit flung open the door quickly to find Francis standing there, holding a small stack of papers. "Arthur, are you okay?" The Frenchman asked with narrowed eyes. "How can I help you, Francis?" Arthur asked quickly. "You forgot these at work, but seriously, what's wrong?" Francis said curiously. "I'm fine. Uh, thanks for these." The Brit said, taking the papers from him. "No problem. Hey, is (y/n) here? I'd like to say hi, I haven't seen her in a while." Francis smiled, looking past Arthur. "Nopenothomerightnowokayseeyoulater." Arthur stammered, attempting to shut the door. Francis put his hand on the door to keep it from shutting all the way and looked to the Brit in concern. "Okay, now I know something's wrong." He continued, "Is she okay?"

Arthur sighed and looked at Francis with worry. "You know my... hobby?" He asked. Francis's eyes widened. "Oh god, is she hurt? How badly did you fuck up this time!?" The Frenchman said. "She's not hurt, but..." Arthur muttered. "Lemme see." Francis insisted, forcing open the door. "...Fine" Arthur sighed in defeat, standing aside so Francis could enter. "Where is she?" Francis asked, and the Brit pointed up the stairs before walking into the kitchen to retrieve his book. The Frenchman was already upstairs when he returned, so your dad walked up the stairs to your open door. "Francis?" He asked, poking his head in. "Oh my god..." Francis gaped, putting a hand over his mouth. You were sitting on your bed, (e/c) eyes looking at him fearfully.

"She's... Adorable!" Francis exclaimed, rushing over and scooping you up. You mewed in protest, but the Frenchman paid no attention as he cradled you in his arms. Arthur was flipping through his book in the doorway, sighing loudly in frustration. "What's wrong?" Francis asked, glancing away from you to look to his coworker. "This isn't the right book to fix her. I dunno where it is..." He said angrily, making you whimper quietly. "Non,non, shhh." Francis cooed, holding you close to his face and nuzzling you. You meowed loudly in anger, pushing away his face with both of your front paws. "I dunno what to do." Arthur said, throwing his book on the ground and walking in a circle. "I'll have to ask Lukas if he has the right book, or find a new one, and that could take days, and my landlord doesn't allow pets, and oh God, what am I going to do with you?" He rambled, looking to you with worry. You reached out your front paws to him, and he walked over and calmly took you from Francis, putting you on his shoulder like an infant.

Francis gasped loudly, his eyes shining. "She can stay with me! Please?" The Frenchman asked, clasping his hands together. Arthur looked to him nervously. "Are you sure?" He said, rocking on his heels subconsciously to calm you. You headbutted the Brit's shoulder affectionately. "Oh, it'd be no trouble! It'll be so fun!" Francis said excitedly. Arthur held you away from him at arm's length and looked at you seriously. "(y/n), would you like to stay with Francis?" He asked. Francis walked around to stand next to Arthur and grin at you. You looked to the beaming Frenchman and nodded slowly. He laughed and grabbed you out of Arthur's hands. "It'll be great, I promise!" He smiled, nuzzling you again. You once again pushed away his face, and Arthur narrowed his eyes at the Frenchman as you squirmed in his grip.

"You're holding her wrong." The Brit said sternly, taking you from Francis's arms and setting you on the Frenchman's shoulder. You still squirmed until Arthur released you, making it possible to jump off of Francis onto the floor. "Nooo!" Francis pouted as you ran out of the room and down the hall, stopping and looking down the stairs with fear. The two men followed you and laughed as you stood on the edge of the top steps. "(y/n), it's okay." Arthur chuckled, scooping you up. You headbutted his shoulder again, making Francis smile. "Awe!" He cooed, walking up behind Arthur and patting your head. "When's the soonest I can take her?" Francis asked as Arthur wandered downstairs with you on his shoulder. "My landlord is coming over in an hour to fix the dishwasher, so..." Arthur muttered. "So I can have her now?" Francis gasped, taking you from Arthur once again. "Yes, I suppose." The Brit sighed, looking to you.

"You be good, okay?" He smiled, patting your head. You headbutted his hand gently before Francis raced to the door. "Come visit any time!" Francis called as he left the apartment. "Wait-" Arthur called, but the Frenchman was already too far away to hear.