Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

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Sorry for the short chapter last time- I'll try to make this a bit longer but my computer is being super weird lately 🙄🙄

"I'm going out," I tell the cat, leaning against the bench, "but you probably don't care."

The cat blinks slowly, still fixing me with its cool, green gaze.

"You're a bit creepy," I tell it, going into the bathroom.

The shower is small, but I don't need anything too extravagant. I shampoo my hair, then rub a little conditioner through it. I let the hot water run over my body, enjoying the feeling of it pounding on my back.

I get out eventually, roughly towelling myself dry and going back into the living room. For some reason, I feel self-conscious getting changed in front of the cat, maybe it's something about the way it watches me.

Anyhow, I keep the towel wrapped firmly around my body as I get out my clothes – a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a warm hoodie and some underpants – then go back into the bathroom to change. I frown at my reflection in the mirror. I definitely liked my natural hair better than this piss-yellow fluffy shit on my head.

"Deal with it," I say aloud to me, then grab my toothbrush and attack my teeth with toothpaste. I finish up, then go back out into the living area where the cat still in the same place as I left it, staring me down.

"What?" I snap, grabbing a muesli bar from the cupboard.

It meows.

"You want food?" I ask through a mouthful, waving my own breakfast for emphasis.

The cat meows again, still holding me in its gaze.

"Fine," I grumble, getting another can of tuna out of the cupboard and dishing it into a bowl. I set it down in front of the cat, watching it eat. Great, now I'm the creepy one.

"What should I call you?" I ask it, but I don't get a reply. It finishes its meal, delicately licking its lips and looking up at me.

"Fuck this," I tell it, "I'm just gonna call you Cat. That's what you are, right?"

It blinks again, and I snort.

"Fine," I grab a pair of socks, pulling them onto my feet and stomping into my boots. I head out the door, the cat slipping out behind me. Just as I'm shutting the door, I slip a gun into my pocket as a precaution. Better safe than sorry.

I decide to go into the trees. I find that their cool, green, shade is calming for me, and I definitely need something calming right now. My feet crunch on the dead leaves and twigs, the cold morning light filtering through the trees' branches, casting shadows around me. To my left, a twig snaps.

I whip around, my eyes scanning the foliage around me. I think I see a flash of movement, but on closer inspection it's just the cat, slinking through the undergrowth. For a little animal, it's creepy.

I keep walking, but my hand rests on the gun in my pocket. I hear more twigs snap, but each time it's just the cat. To my left, branches rustle and again I think I catch a flash of gold.

"Who's there?" I ask warily, my eyes scanning the surrounding forest. Another twig snaps, and I whip around, my gun raised.

"Don't shoot!"

I keep the gun aimed at the trees and bushes as they rustle frantically.

"Come out with your hands up," I command, "I'm not afraid to pull this trigger."

The bushes rustle frantically one more time, and then a figure stumbles out into the dim light, brushing leaves and twigs off his clothes, shaggy brown hair flopping over his face. He raises his hands carefully, his gaze fixed on the gun still pointed at him.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Scared of you," he replies, a hesitant smile flitting across his face.

"I said," I gesture with the gun, "who are you?"

"Gees," he rolls his eyes, "I'm just joking." He seems to notice that I'm not laughing, as he takes a step backwards and licks his lips nervously.

"My name's Benjamin," he says, "Ben."

"Why are you following me?"

"I wasn't," I raise an eyebrow and he continues, "I was walking, but I got lost and then I saw you. So I decided to ask for help, but then you pulled a gun."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't, you just gotta trust me."

"I can get you out of here," I say, "but any funny business and I'll fucking shoot you."

"Ok," he shrugs, "can I put my hands down now?"

"No," I point with the gun, "walk in front of me and keep your hands where I can see them."

He does as I say, watching me closely the entire time.

"Go," I say.

"Just... walk?"

"Yeah." I prod him with the gun and he hurries forwards.

Eventually we reach the outskirts of the copse.

"Do you know where you are?" I ask, still not lowering the gun.

"Yeah," he points to a bashed-up Subaru parked not far off, "that's my car."

"Ok," I say, still wary, "then I can leave you here?"

"Yeah," he smiles, despite my defensive manor, "thanks by the way. Can I buy you a drink?"

"No," I answer immediately.

"One drink," he smiles again, "to say thanks?" There' something extremely charming about this man. But still, he's a complete stranger.

"I really don't think..."

"Come on," he's still smiling, goddammit. I sigh, lowering the gun.

"Ok, just one."

"Can I meet you at Sit N Bull Bar at 6?"

"Yeah," I allow a tiny smile to creep onto my face, "that's cool for me."

"Look at that," he marvels, "she can smile."

"Don't push it," I warn, but I'm still smiling.

"Wait," he calls as I turn to go, "I don't even know your name."

"(Y/N)," I tell him.

"Just (Y/N)?"

"Yep, just (Y/N)." 

Sorry for the absolutely appalling quality of this guys! The sad thing is, I'm actually trying lmao