One-Shots

Peaches 'N Cream | Calstar

Ship: Calstar

Relationship: Strangers

Genre: Fluff and a bit of angst

Prompt: Random

A/N: Collab with miss StarsOfSteel 

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-Third Person POV-

A cat café? What's that? Vik thought to himself. He was looking the plot of land where his favorite coffee shop used to stand. For the past couple of months, during the construction of this new café, the poor boy had to spend the whole day at work without his daily cup of coffee. Despite the unusual "cat" part of this café, Vik was not willing to let that stop him from drinking his favorite caffeinated drug.

Pushing the door to the café open, a little bell rang to signal the arrival of a new customer. A couple customers sat at the few tables scattered around the café. A blond waiter, who was astonishingly tall, looked over at Vik and waved. The tawny-skinned boy waved back, a large smile on his face. This was almost like a normal coffee shop.

Almost.

When Vik had entered the café, he had failed to notice the two or three cat beds scattered around the store. Cat hair dusted the furniture, and a few feathered toys lay next to the cat beds. Vik, still unaware of the presence of animals at this café, walked to the counter, prepared to make his order. Before he could speak, a fuzzy ball barreled from behind a potted plant at the entrance. It jumped up onto the counter, sitting right in front of Vik. The cinnamon boy was shocked for a moment at the ball of fluff looking up at him.

"H-Hello?" He spoke, confused. He extended a hand in an attempt to pet it. The cat ducked underneath his arm and sat up on his hind legs so he was eye level to the dumbfounded boy. The cat snatched Vik's glasses and held them between his teeth. The cat, knowing he did something bad, scurried off towards the bathroom.

So that's why it's called a cat café. Vik thought to himself. "Hey! Get back here!" The blond employee shouted, chasing after the mischievous feline. Vik shook himself out of his stupor. I should probably help him. Vik mused. He hurried to the bathrooms to help the rather attractive employee. He opened the door and almost burst out laughing at the sight. The kitty somehow managed to get on top of the mirror above the sink. He was teetering on top of the thin surface as the cute employee tried to coax him down.

"Come on, Peaches! Come down!" He cooed, extending his hands. The cat refused to budge, Vik's glasses still between his teeth. Sighing in defeat, the blond boy lowered his arms. "Here, let me help!" Vik offered, walking to the boy's side. "If you pick me up, I should be able to grab him." The black-haired boy suggested. "That's a good idea..." The blond trailed off, realizing he didn't know the name of this adorable customer. "Vik. My name is Vik" The tawny-skinned boy explained, a smile on his face.

"That's a nice name. I'm-"

"Cal."

"What? How do you know my name?"

"It says on your name tag, silly."

"Oh, whoops. I'm still getting used to being a barista. The cats, especially Peaches, aren't making it easy."

Vik stifled a giggle. The two turned back towards Peaches. Cal grabbed Vik's sides and lifted him up so he was closer to the cat. The tawny boy reached out, grasping the troublesome cat. Cal lowered the two down and plucked Vik's glasses from the cat's mouth. He placed the black frames on Vik's nose. The boy furrowed his brow and took them off.

"They're covered in cat spit!" He exclaimed, cleaning the lenses with his shirt. Cal giggled, watching the adorable boy struggle to wipe off the cat slobber. When he put them back on, Cal almost gasped. He hadn't gotten a good look at the boy with his glasses before, but when Vik wore his glasses, he looked absolutely stunning. The black frames perfectly accented his "shy nerd" persona.