Okay so the generator produced this, so I wrote it. I don't really like this pairing because it invalidates the point of Nepeta's arc (what we've seen of it anyway), but I wrote it because there's plenty of fans of it and I want to keep them happy, I guess. The next story will be a lot more interesting, trust me.

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"What the grub-munching fuck is this?"

You're not sure who's more mortified, you or him. He looks at you, then at the wall with that shameful drawing, then back at you, his face thunderous.

Some way of finding out, huh?

"What the hell is this, Nepeta?" he asks again, face… red?

"I-I'm sorry," you squeak out, "I- I-I didn't- I mean, I wouldn't-"

"How long?"

You stare at him. "Huh?"

"How long," he repeats. "How long have you been red for me?"

"Um…"

He picks up on your hesitation and groans.

"That long? Fuck."

He backs against the corridor wall and slides down, eyes fixed back on that drawing. A part of your thinkpan, trying to get away from all of this, notes you've drawn his horns a bit too small. What a stupid thought.

"I'm sorry," he says, suddenly.

"Wh- what for?"

"Shit, I dunno! For ignoring how you felt about me. For being a fucking disgraceful leader. For getting us all stuck on this pile of shit meteor. For-"

"Karkitty, shut up! You're not a bad leader! You've done really well and you're really brave and I wouldn't have anyone else as a leader!"

He looks at you with surprise, but that vanishes and sullenness takes its place.

"You would say that," he mutters. "You think the moon shines out of my nook, judging by that drawing."

"Noooo! It's not like that!" You sit next to him, as close as you dare, and put a hand over his. He tries to flinch away, but your grip is strong. "Yes, you can be a grumpy jerk and you're bossy sometimes but I like you anyway! You're not perfect! But you're a good leader and you care a lot about everyone and that's why I like you!"

He sighs heavily.

There's a pause, and you want to tell him more, but you don't want to scare him away either. This is obviously a lot for him to take in. For lack of anything better to do, you stare at your expansive shipping wall again.

Then his hand turns over and curls around yours.

"Okay."

You stare at him, and he's not quite looking at you but his face is flushed bright red. Now you understand a few things.

"Okay," he says again, and then turns to look you in the eye. "I'm… I'm going to say yes."

You almost stop breathing.

"Really?"

"Damn it, Nepeta, I already said yes, I don't wanna repeat myself anymore than I have to!"

"B- but," you stammer, flushing, "what about Terezi?"

He shrugs.

"I don't know. Last time we talked we agreed we weren't red for each other, but we weren't black either. So, um..."

You don't know what to do! You've dreamed about moonlit confessions and candlelit dinners and romance, and instead you got a hasty, fumbled agreement in a steel-grey corridor and you still wouldn't change it for anything else because your dream has come true.

You hug him, hard.

"Woah, woah," he yells as you practically smother him. "Hold off on the touchy-feely, cat girl! We're gonna set some fucking ground rules first."

You make a "murr" noise and bury your head in the crook of his neck. "Go ooon."

"Rule one," he says, reaching to ruffle your hair, "no RP. None. I'd rather kill myself than roleplay."

"Aww, but Karkitty! You'd be great at RP! You'd make the purrfect Signless!"

"Rule two, tone down the kitty puns."

"Adorable, then."

"Rule three," he growls, "I'm adorabloodthirsty. Get it right."

"Of course you are, Karkitty!"

He sighs contentedly. You purr.

"Damn straight."