Laughable Protection ( Neko!Reader x 2p!England )

You giggled slightly, watching the cats tail swish back and forth, sending fallen leaves back up in the air and onto the pool of grass next to you. It was so cute! It's fur was a cream colour and had brown patches spotting its coat. What you loved most about the feline though was it's startling blue eyes that sparkled every time you laughed. Simply adorable. You lifted the cat onto your lap and fixed your (h/c) (h/l) hair which had mischievously started dangling in front of your eyes.

"So, little one, want to see something cool?" You asked it, giggling slightly when you got a meow in reply. "Well Kitty, I'm like you, see?" You stated, looking behind you. The Cat watched curiously as you only grinned. Slowly a white tail raised up from behind you and waved playfully at the feline. Your (e/c) eyes gleamed as it started purring in admiration, your hand running through its fur. "It's cool, huh?" You nodded.

"Playing with OlliCat are you, poppet?" A voice rang out behind you. Your tail lowered and you span around, eyes wide. But you settled down when your eyes fell on the grinning figure. "Ollie!" You squeaked as you jumped up and dived for him. He caught you (only just) and laughed, "I've missed you too, (y/name)!" He lifted your chin slightly so your (e/c) eyes met his neon blue ones, "What have you been up to, hm?" His ash-pink locks seemed to shine in the afternoon sun. "Not much, but that's not what I want to talk about! Why did you suddenly disappear?!" You asked, sadness shining in your eyes at the memory. Last month your friend Oliver Kirkland went missing, leaving no trace behind. You had cried, of course you had. After all, there had been a killer on the loose.

"I had business, poppet, I'm so sorry for not telling you," he murmured, his eyes suddenly dulling. What, had you said something wrong? "I was so worried! But come on, we need to get off the streets, news is there's a killer around here, you need to know more, but lets talk inside!" You declared, taking his hand and leading him into your house. Your tail flicked side to side rapidly as you made contact with him. Yes, you had to admit it to yourself. You were in love with him, and had been for a long time. He was the one person who accepted you, with your... 'Extra parts'. Oliver had found you on the street one day, hungry and homeless thanks to your family abandoning you. He had taken you in and helped you back on your feet. Now you had managed to secure a job at the nearby bakery. You had never met the boss in person, he was never there. You took the interview with his brother, Matt was it? Oh well.

You sat him down on the white couch and took your perch next to him. "I can't believe you don't know, Oliver! Apparently this guy is extremely dangerous!" You stated, frowning slightly. His head turned towards you, "Oh? Pray tell." Sighing you sat back, something about this felt wrong. Incredibly wrong. But it was okay! You had Oliver with you, he would protect you! "Well, he's killed around seven people, three men, two women and one..." You gulped, "Child."
"A child?"
"Yeah! I mean, why would you do that?! This guy is a psycho, I swear..."
You saw him stiffen. He must be afraid. You smiled, "But it's okay, we'll both be fine! He won't get us!" Your expression turned serious, "But he must be talented, all the kills have been with a knife... In a horrible way! It's like Jack the Ripper all over again!"

Without knowing it, you started rambling on about the killer. Words escaped your lips like they were alive, spilling out at high speeds. Your body started shaking. "I mean, why would you do that? But no! He could be any where... He could get me, or you!" You sniffed slightly. Oliver smiled gently, "It's okay (y/name), I promise I won't let him get you, I swear on my heart and soul." He took your chin and tilted your head. Your eyes widened as his soft lips pecked yours. A blush rose to your cheeks, but once you had got over the shock you smiled, "Thank you Ollie..." You slowly lay down on the sofa, your tail curling slightly as you rested your head on his lap and closed your eyes, happy with feeling of safety that Oliver had brought. You felt a hand on your head, fingers stroking your cheek gently as you were slowly lulled to sleep.

( Oliver's P.O.V)

Oliver stared down at the sleeping Neko, sad eyes resting on her face. She looked so very peaceful when she was asleep. Just like the faces of those whom he had laid to rest forever. (Y/name) had come to him for love, and protection from the 'psycho killer'. A sick smile grew on his face like that of the Cheshire cats. If only she knew.