Little Kitten(2P!F.A.C.EXNeko!F!Reader): Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Finally Apart of the Family

(Name) opened her eyes, (E/C) orbs flickering about; she looked down and saw a sleeping Allen laying asleep on her chest.

She then looked up and saw Markus also asleep, she smiled softly; beginning to brush down Al's hair; avoiding that one hair of his.

"She's zoftened zose two up a bit." Said an accented voice from across from her, her eyes snapped towards the direction of the voice

She saw a scruffy blonde haired male, there was a strong unkept stubble on his face.

He had dark, blank violet eyes very much like Mark, his arms and chest were slightly hairy.

He had pale skin also resembling Mark, his hair was long and unkept.

He wore a royal purple button up the first few buttons undone, tan slacks, and black military boots.

"(Name), this is Jacques Bonnefoy; our eldest brother." Oliver said, looking at the (H/C) teen with softened eyes.

"Salut." Jacques said gruffly.

"Bonjour, mon nom est (Name)." The girl replied softly in fluent French

"Vous parlez français?" Asked the Frenchman, arching a brow.

"Oui, un petit peu." The girl replied.

"(Name) how old are you?" Oliver asked sweetly, cutting into the conversation.

"I'm  nineteen, I'm going to be twenty in (Month)." The two were shocked, (Name) looked as if she were seventeen or younger; but it turns out she's a young woman.

Allen was stirred awake, his ruby eyes opening when he felt movement from his new friend."(Name), is somethin' up?" the dark haired male asked the (H/T) female, his eyes looking up at her face.

Crimson clashed with (E/C),"Well, Jacques came home." Ollie said as he walked towards the kitchen to cook dinner.

(Name) continued to play with Al's hair, again going around the hair he specifically told her not to touch.

The American chuckled a bit,"Ya like my hair, why?" He asked, relaxing into her touch.

"It's soft and it suits you." The (Nationality) female stated, a light tinge of pink appeared on his face before disappearing as he looked at his younger brother's sleeping face.

"Oy, Mark; wake up." The blonde stirred as the brunette sat up to poke him in the cheek.

"Mark, please wake up." (Name) said politely, gently shaking him.

The Canadian's eyes snapped open and on reflex her swung his hockey stick at the (H/C) haired girl.

No one was ever fast enough to block any of Markus's swings, exept for now; the girl grabbed the body of the weapon and stopped it from hitting herself.

"Whoa doll!! Tha' was awesome!" Allen grinned widely, showing the gap in his teeth.

"No one was ever able to do zat before, but now we found a fille zat can... Welcome to ze family, (Name)." Jacques said, leaning against the wall.

"Cute and fiesty, she'll make a great addition to the family!" Oliver squealed, glomping the girl and Mark recovered from his shock and placed the deadly stick down.

(Name) smiled and giggled, her (F/C) tail swishing and her matching ears twitching; she loved this family already.